#hiddenstar

[allcapsisola]

I’LL NOT BE ANOTHER PAWN, SUBJECT TO THE WHIMS OF THIS GRAND GAME. YET I’VE NO DESIRE IN TAKING CONTROL OF THIS CITY, EITHER.

-   Okina Matara  ( @hiddenstar )

[valsharesses]

✖ ———— The fog has yet to fully settle in the city, though from her rooftop perch, she can see it lay claim to the streets, one by one. Slowly rising, inevitably engulfing even the highest of the skyscrapers. She is not bothered. “Do you know how I would dispose of my enemies if they proved resistant to prolonged torture, abban?” She says to her seated ally, pausing for effect, before she answers her own question:

“I would hand them over to the haszakkin-- illithid-- to have their very brains devoured, leaving but an empty husk behind.” She pauses again, before she laughs, dryly, arms folded across her chest, back to Okina still. “Such a pain that it can’t be that simple for me, though I suppose it is an ample source of entertainment for you.”

An abduction, a betrayal. A manhunt for her victims in the middle of the night. An explosion, bodies strung up as warning to her in the wake of it all. Quite the show, indeed. “Tell me, abban. How would you deal with such resistance? Out of curiosity.” 

( She hopes you have an answer as ruthless as she’s expecting from someone who understands her ways, @hiddenstar​. )

[heclingmuzik]

@hiddenstar​

"Will we have another one of those festivals you threw for the flower one?” She’s been meaning to ask a couple of times before, but never got the chance to doing so. Shouldn’t she apologize for being MIA as well? She had been gone for about a week or so previously. 

[curseshared]

Books and papers are strewn across a cafe table, alongside a now-cold cup of tea. Lilith is deep in concentration, cross-referencing her notes as she draws glyphs in various patterns. If an invisibility spell is just a light-manipulation spell, then theoretically it should be possible to derive other illusion spells from the light glyph. But none of these are right!

“Nothing... again? Surely I’m drawing them correctly...” Another frantic flip through the notes, then she pulls out a blank page to draw a single light glyph. And perfectly, at that; she hasn’t been practicing for nothing.

But as she tries to activate the simple spell... nothing happens. The paper doesn’t even burn up; it remains inert, just a mundane piece of paper. She starts smacking it repeatedly. “Come on!!”

@hiddenstar​

[workaho1ic]

I Decided on a New Homepage

@hiddenstar​

He couldn’t stand it. 

Seiichirou’s standing in front of the office of his boss in Big Dipper Talent Agency. He’s holding a laptop as well as a document file  on his side. 

Though he had his complaints against their captors Seiichirou was fairly grateful to receive internet connection. Although he’d still use books as well, he at least didn’t have to interrupt everything to go research work related matters or ask anyone to do such things for him. 

There was another thing he’d been wanting to check. Homepages of modern companies are almost a necessity in the modern age, so he’d been content to find that both of his work places had a proper site. 

Or so he though. The more and more he browsed the site of Big Dipper Talent the more frustrated he became.

It had him set on the move towards the office where he would question the creator of the site and demanded it to be redone. The response he received was avoidant, the person clearly had no interest on the matter and simply wanted him Seiichirou off his back. 

He had a point though. The boss would surely want to know if he changed up the page... And also he could take this chance to introduce himself properly.

“ Excuse me! Director!  May I enter? “ 

He knocks on the door, decisively.

[otherworldly-healer]

@hiddenstar​

After pouring over a book explaining the use of Spirale’s Intraspace, the last thing remembered was the alarm on her nightstand passing three o’clock in the morning. It wasn’t terribly unusual for her to fall asleep late into the morning hours after getting distracted by studying, but it did usually lead to the professor sleeping like a rock. Subconsciously she must have been thinking about home as her eyes shut, because the image she saw in her dreams was one of the schoolhouse in Iselia. It had already been, what?, four months since she had been transported to this world, and she still terribly missed home.

It was a nice dream. It was early in the morning, and the warm morning sun was beaming through the open windows. The stray village cat that the kids jokingly called “Professor Cat” was curled up in one of these sun spots. The Colette-shaped hole in the wall was still haphazardly boarded up. The walls were lined with crayon drawings of “Lloyd the Hero” and other members of the Journey of Regeneration. She was excitedly giving a lesson on the Balacruf Dynasty. Seeing the room again like this filled her with warmth and comfort, even if it was temporary. 

Colette sat in her seat near the back, smiling and doodling in her notebook while taking notes. Genis was flipping through pages in his textbook, most of which had already been annotated. For some reason, Sheena had been there as well, listening intently to the lesson. Zelos was there too, with his legs on the desk and arms behind his head. Presea sat there as well, staring blankly at the diagrams drawn on the chalkboard. In the middle of it all was Lloyd. The professor could start to hear soft snoring coming from his direction, and with her back turned to the class, she readied a piece of chalk. 

Quickly spinning around to catch him sleeping during her lesson, Raine lifted her arm to throw the chalk, but stopped mid-swing. All of Raine’s traveling companions began to freeze in place. She saw a figure watching her, acting quite amused, in the back row of desks.

“Hold on...you’re not...one of my students.” 

[feralanimus]

THE GREAT LIBRARY OF XALPHINA; WHAT TOMES DO YOU HOLD, THAT I HAVE NOT READ BEFORE?

@hiddenstar

A quiet night, a corner of a library, the heavy footsteps of a deceivingly alone man against carpeted floors. A finger tapped with temporary interest in the fae magic of a glowing flower growing from the very table he leans on. Another book joining piles, very few even legible. 

Before he was Chaos, he was Fabro Rowan. A genius, an alchemist, privy to the secrets of few. By the years, he’s felt his sense of self slowly dissolve. A sliver of it persists, and one must keep themselves somewhat solid in mind if he intends to observe what becomes of himself. This developing world he harbors inside of himself. 

There are numerous books open simultaneously, displaying all sorts of creatures from various worlds. No sound but the turning of pages, mumbling of words...and the faint squirming of hungry and frustrated beings unable to realize themselves outside their domain.  

Who is it that approaches him with such a grand aura...?

“Did I perchance take a book you were interested in?” 

[anglerfishnabe]

@hiddenstar​

“ You... ! “

It’s someone... Okina Matara. She knows his brother. Normally Yuusaku wouldn’t hesitate to call someone but he feels a little out of place. And his heart - it’s heavy. 

“ Oh, I mean--- I’m sorry, Matara-san. “

She doesn’t know him, he realizes now. Despite the memories it’s not him that this person knows. It seems like they’re in amicable terms so he feels at ease reaching out to her. It’s good if his brother has found some sort of confidante. She’s his boss it seems.

“ I’m Hanazawa Yuusaku”, he finally says. He holds his breath just a bit before he speaks: 

“ I believe you know my brother...? “