#heinretic

[drylicu]

         "I've been told it was your birthday." A little late, but that's what happened when you spent an entire day in your lab. "I can't say that I had the foresight to prepare you a gift, but I do have the hindsight to offer you whatever it is you wish for your special day, now that I'm sure the rest of the Halidom has finished stuffing you with confections and singing. It's never a pleasant time." Very loud. Well meaning, but invasive. He placed a gentle hand on the girl's head, ruffling it lightly.

                                                            -- @heinretic​

         “They’re a really lively bunch. Euden...is really deadset on making friends.” In which Morgan does not hate Euden. He actually reminds her of a friend back home. But he and his little band of friends had done a lot of poking and prodding. Morgan...was not exactly happy about today. As most of them know, she’s a twin. She’s missing her brother on their birthday. Her brother is missing her on their birthday. The phantom twin feeling was stronger than ever, and she wished for nothing more than to hug her brother and cling to him.

          Euden mentioned how he had understood that feeling all too well. And...that was fair. He was missing his own twin.

          That still did not mean Morgan wanted a large celebration. Everyone in the halidom was probably aware of her less than stellar eating. And loud noises and crowds overwhelmed her greatly. Yet, they went out of their way to do something nice and celebrate for her. Even some of the dragons had joined in. Morgan...couldn’t not participate. Not after all they had tried to do for her. At least Heinwald understood her.

          Heinwald...Curran...and Lathna. A strange little makeshift family they’ve welcomed her into. But one she does not regret joining. The little hair ruffle is nice. It’s gentle and affectionate. And just for a moment, she can feel her father doing the same. He used to ruffle her hair just the same as Heinwald is doing.

          Its out of pure instinct and childish desire that she hugs him. Latching on to him as if he would vanish should she let go. This was what she missed. Morgan missed them. Her brother and her father. Heinwald, Curran, and Lathna were not them. But...they could be her Alberian family. If Heinwald didn’t mind, she just wants a hug a little longer. To decompress, and to savor the feeling of hugging a parent who cares about her well-being.

         “I...I want a hug. I want a hug from my dad...”

[ilianquisition]

    It was hard to say Curran had been enthusiastic about the prospect of a student exchange, but, he had to admit--it sure sounded more useful than another year memorizing verses and getting his ass kicked by the combat instructor. Shipping prospective inquisitors off to the magic academy for a semester or two to study more thoroughly was a pretty good idea in theory, though, he had to admit. Especially if they would be dealing with heretical mages; know your enemy and all that. In practice, however? ...Well, Curran isn’t exactly a straight-A student, so it’s anyone’s guess.

    Where was he bunking? Room 372... 372... where the hell--oh, there it was. It was hard to believe such a big-ass school was wanting for space, but apparently, if he was stuck rooming with two other students... (Then again, maybe it was just that the rich kids who went here had their parents pay for single rooms so often that they didn’t have the rooms to spare for some wannabe Inquisitors. Who was to say.) Then again, it’s not like it was anything he wasn’t used to.

    ...Should he knock? Sure, it was technically his room, but... “Uh, hello?” // @heinretic​

[faette]

         “So wait...I can keep having these berries and candies and all you wanna do is talk to me? Sounds fishy...but hey! Who am I to question free snacks?”

( @heinretic​ )

[tornadobash]

@heinretic continued from here

Just his luck.

He had taken that path dozens of times before, but the one time he was with someone, those punks attack!

Considering the recent events, it wasn’t too surprising that there would be an increase of fiends in the area, but they did they have to show up when he was with Hein of all people?

Still, no using in complaining. Ranzal should count lucky enough to be stuck in this with a healer. Plus, the enemies didn’t seem too tough, so he could think of this as some mid trip exercise.

“Heh, just watch! I’ll be done with those guys before they get the chance!” Lunging at the crowd, he took a swing with his axe and started taking the fiends out.

[willbeshot]

@heinretic

  “My, aren’t you a rather GAUDY fellow– I dare say that such a look suits you!”

                 The Hero mused, thoroughly enjoying his bit of people watching thus far. Such interesting faces always seemed to pace him by– Though, none quite up to par with his own. In his opinion, of course.

“Tell me, mon cher– Do you always dress as though you are without a home? Or is this some sort of special occasion?”

[hcavensarrow]

    Finally, it seemed like a bit of good luck had come their way. Settling down somewhere before winter set in had turned out to be the better choice; it had taken no time at all for the weather to take a sour turn this year once fall came to a close. Hiroko had managed to find a nice town, large enough that it wouldn’t have too much trouble providing for a few extra residents over the winter (so long as they had the coin). And though they’d only been here for a short while - a little over a month now - they had yet to encounter any real trouble. No monster attacks, no near-death experiences--Maybe Mago was good for something.

    A local seamstress had been willing to take her on as an assistant in exchange for lodging and food. Hiroko would spend most of her time taking on whatever tasks were available; taking care of the storefront, pulling the seams from old clothing, weaving fabric for sale. Tedious at times, maybe, but it was steady work. There seemed to be plenty of work to be done, be it from townsfolk looking for a stretch of fabric to fix up their own clothes or the more rich nearby looking for more elegant garments. The seamstress had been all too eager to take on a new assistant, too, however temporary or unpracticed she might be in some of the more complex tasks. (When asked, she’d complained to Hiroko about her last assistant eloping with some boy and running off without warning) And she hadn’t even been bothered by Ryouta being a kitsune when she found out! (“He can’t be any more trouble than any child that age,” she’d remarked.)

    She has a bolt of fabric draped over her arms to set out in the storefront, job for today being to tidy the place up while her employer worked on completing an (apparently rather important) order. Her thoughts wander as she goes about her task--if she has extra time, maybe she should borrow a bit of thread and fix up Ryouta’s traveling clothes?--before the sound of someone entering catches her attention. She only glances over her shoulder for a second to confirm before hurrying to finish laying out the fabric. 

    “Good morning. Please give me a moment to put my things down and I’ll be happy to help you right away.” / @heinretic

[shrapnelsong]

@heinretic squished the penguin!

     The manor was certainly... impressive. But it wasn’t the size or the luxury of it that caught her attention so, but rather the energy surrounding it. Her master had been the most eccentric person she’d ever met, and his own home was much like this. Only... her master’s aura was inviting. And this place’s was quite the opposite.

Still, she was here for a purpose. With a deep breath and a quiet protection spell to keep the energy from clinging to her, Alice walked up to the front door and lifted the knocker, sounding it thrice and waiting to meet Mister von Gutermuth.

[ilianquisition-moved]

    “We can stay here until the damn storm rolls over.” The house isn’t anything fancy. Or even nice, frankly. Even ‘cozy’ would be a bit generous--but then, he’d never exactly needed something more than a permanent place to stay between cases

    Goddess, it’s dusty in here. When was the last time he even came by, anyway? Once the door is closed behind them he fishes a box of matches out of a drawer and lights the lanterns. He should probably clean out the fireplace before trying to light it, too, which meant it was going to stay chilly in here...

    “Sorry. Haven’t been back in a while. I hope you grabbed the supplies, because there sure as hell isn’t any food in here.” / @heinretic