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Matchmaking Mishap

Unmarried at twenty-two was a sorry state to be in. Well, less so for a man than a woman by most social standards, but from the way Isley’s parents constantly stressed about his lack of a wife, one might think it was the end of the world. Isley himself was in no rush to settle down, but being an only child, his parents were understandably desperate for him to find a wife and give them a grandchild.

This wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the plan his parents hatched to fix it. They intended to find a wife for him. Now, arranged marriages were a fairly common practice. The fact that they’d resorted to it wasn’t much of a surprise, nor was it really a problem on its own. The issue was that the young woman they chose happened to be far, far out of Isley’s league. In fact, she was the princess of some distant and foreign kingdom.

When Isley’s mother heard rumor that the princess was being pressured into marrying, she immediately hatched an uncharacteristically ambitious and sneaky plot. Long ago, their family had served a branch of nobility notorious for their scandals, which eventually led to a muddled and confused bloodline. Posing as one of them wasn’t terribly glamorous or respectable, but it was believable. Given the family’s history, it would be quite tricky to prove Isley wasn’t somehow related to them, even distantly. And posing as someone of noble descent, disgraced or otherwise, was all it took to open the way for his parents to request an audience with the princess.

To Isley’s shock and discomfort, it worked. He found himself sitting up against a wall in a neat line with about thirteen or fourteen other men, all of varying ages and races. Even in fine clothes purchased for the occasion, he looked horribly drab next to them, and was completely out of place in the opulent setting of the palace. His only consolation was that the people of the palace spoke the same language as him, though their accent was much different. That at least meant Isley would be able to communicate with the princess if necessary. The stressful part of realizing they shared a language was that he did so by being instructed to sit still and keep quiet in anticipation of the princess’ arrival. She would be there soon, and she would have to pick one of them.

Isley had never been so nervous in his entire life.

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Harus brows furrow, why did everyone have to judge her on her height.

“Bruddh you wont be laughin when i knock ya teeth out. Im a LOT stronger den i look ah?” It was true though, she really was a lot stroger than she seemed. She wished that for once someone would take her seriously, Instead of laughing and shooing her off like some small child. But this usually was the response she got, laughter and compliments/insults/observations about her height.

“Fight me! Im serious, you seem strong and like you’d make a good opponent. Lemme tell ya a ting bruddha, da worst mistake ya can make in a fight is uderestimating ya opponent! How dat saying go? ah….don’t judgde a book by its covor? Because im da book and i dont like to be judged!” She walked over to the bestial man puffe out her (fuckin tiny) chest and frowned, hands on her hips.

“just cuz im small dont mean i wont be able to hold my own.”

“Never said ya were weak, now did I?” Jack mused, watching her with an arm leaned against the Po Town barrier. “I said ya were small, that ain’t the same thing.” ... He knew size didn’t matter, Lycanroc wasn’t a very tall Pokemon either but could hurl a Nidoking straight across Haina desert.

“I’m gonna fight ya cause you have guts and I like women with guts.” He hopped over the barrier and rolled his shoulders till they gave a crack, readying himself. 

“Come at me.” 

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-- Continued from ❅ --

The low visibility made Isley’s walk home far more unpleasant than he could have predicted. He had a feeling it would snow that night, but when he set out to slay a few troublemaking yoma earlier that day, he hadn’t expected to find himself walking home in near whiteout conditions. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the road was all but indistinguishable from the surrounding forest thanks to the fresh snow covering up any tracks that should have been there. Isley ended up straying from the path multiple times on his way back to the house. It slowed him down, and if he were human, it might have endangered him, staying out in the cold for so long. Thankfully, he was not human, and Awakened Beings did not die so easily.

Isley was almost home when he made another slightly wrong turn. He sighed when he realized he’d gone the wrong way, and he was about to turn around and make his way back to the road when he heard someone shout straight ahead. The shout stopped Isley in his tracks, if only for a moment. It would be easy to ignore it and focus on getting home, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to press forward.

The source of the noise, he found minutes later, was a young girl. At least, he thought so. It was hard to tell from there. She was curled up with some sort of… Well, something. Isley had never seen such a beast before. It reminded him of some Awakened Beings he’d run across over the years, but it lacked any trace of youki, so it had to be a normal animal, right? He didn’t know what to make of it, and kept his distance just to be safe. Still, there was the girl, and he was certain she must be lost, as far off the road as she was. Isley could only barely remember how bitter the cold felt back in his human days, but even that distant memory was enough to make him pity her. He couldn’t just walk away and leave her to freeze.

“Are you okay?” he called out, still insisting on standing a ways away to avoid the strange animal wrapped around the girl. “You shouldn’t be so far from town on a night like this. It’s not safe.”

Since Isley was less affected by the freezing weather than a normal person would have been, he removed his cape, holding it out to the child. “Here. It’s not much, but it should help.”

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[evileyeaisling]

“But i love you. Lemme spoil!”

“I appreciate that, but if you spoil us now how will you spoil us later? You’ll make it the norm!”

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🎁 + harpy grooming kits, outfits for the girls, a sweater for the noodle, many cute skirts for ais as well as hair,skin care products, cookies and cakes and teas/alcohol, house cleaning stuff,healing potions

“Haru! This is too much, you’re spoiling us!”

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⑤ (also i dont know why i wasnt following you?????)

1.) Let you babysit the harpies

2.) Let you fly with the harpies

3.) Buy from you

4.) Request potions/products

5.) Tea time

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New Places, New Faces (Moshe + Haru)

Mac’s had come very highly recommended to Moshe when he transferred his schooling and side business to Chicago, and he could see why. The place had a tight, comforting atmosphere, and the smell of the wood fired stove brought back memories of campfires and marshmallows. The barkeep wasn’t terribly talkative, however, so he went with a beer and a plate of french fries rather than risk the kosherness of the steak sandwich. Thankfully he had a golem servant, dressed in a long coat with a wide brimmed hat to disguise him to the public, to carry his load, but there was another problem: most of the other tables were occupied by one or more patrons, and the bar was full.

There was nothing for it. He walked over to a nearby table and asked, his hands apologetically clasped, “E-excuse me, m-most of the tables are kind of occupied, w-would you mind if I sat here?”

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[calamitysshatteredson]

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Deciding where to go, where to wind up, was his main concern.  Making certain no one recognized him on the way was a very close second, though Sephiroth had found it easy to avoid most well-populated places.  There was still a bit of chaos in the world (which he tried not to think about, overly much), allowing for large areas to contain very little.  There'd been reasonably stocked shops when he needed them, however, and his survival training was a combined memory he could actually be grateful for.

And yet the matter of where to go remained.  He’d thought perhaps he might find a small village down one road winding along a river, when instead the road ended abruptly and became a narrow pathway.  Technically, he knew he ought to go back, and yet he passed many decent camping places he could backtrack to if he found nothing.  Even when the path disappeared completely, the sheer curiosity of where his wandering might lead kept him walking.

When he’d first seen the cottage, he’d thought it perhaps an odd illusion of flowers over a hill.  Getting closer, he actually saw what looked like a house made of the natural materials around the forest floor, wondering just how functional such a thing could be.  The work was far too advanced and large to be something children could have made, and yet there was no sign of anyone living there.

Curiosity, again, might have been his greatest enemy.  Sephiroth shook his head at himself as he carefully opened the door, surprised that nothing had rattled loose as he did so.  Inside too were flowers, mushrooms, a number of woven plants covering the surface of some furniture... actually, that may have been the furniture.

He should have known that the decision to sit and test that theory was one of a tired mind, not thinking clearly.  Unfortunately, by the time Sephiroth realized that, he’d already felt comfortable enough to lay, and at that point... immediate sleep proved just how tired he really was.