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@fxtelism

Life had definitely taken a strange, but better turn for Lobco since the day she decided to leave her home world for good. When she had first left the sea the shrimp always believed that one day she would return home and settle back down. For all her love of traveling, her home in the Deep Sea Kingdom meant the world to her, and leaving it permanently hadn’t even been conceivable.

Yet here she was, doing so not of her own volition, but because of necessity.

There was a bit of resentment in that, but Lobco had come to a point of acceptance and while she could never see her family again, she had made friends off in other worlds that she could now freely spend time with--Leon being one of them.

Traveling together had been a good way to get her mind off everything that had happened and ebb some of the loneliness that had grown from that forced isolation. These forests were new to the both of them but she already felt herself charmed. It was the stuff the books she had poured over obsessively as a child were made of. Vast in its size and depth, home to creatures of so many walks of life. Sentient animals such as herself, only a handful that could transform, fae folk, selkies, dryads, wood elves--it was even more diverse than Ne no Kuni had been.

Here the trees spiraled upwards, their branches reaching for the sky like so many tendrils and casting the ground in a cool shade. The sounds of birds, insects, and all the other animals both common and unique to this mystical place were like a choir—a sound that indicated to her that at least this area was devoid of anything particularly dangerous.

"I think the village we were told about isn’t too far off.” Her antennas were definitely picking up a lot more concentrated senses. “Do you want to take a quick rest before we go in, or just find a place to settle down in there?”

Rest, being more of an emotional and preparation by her meaning--kind as everyone they had come across so far was, Lobco still couldn’t help but be wary and shy of strangers.

#fxtelism #c: leon reywell #in shells

starter for @hiddcnmasks

Cherryblod and Doloz had always wanted a big family. They, unfortunately, had never been able to have as many children as they would have liked. While both crustaceans, they were of different species and so reproducing was difficult for them. They did not have that strange compatibility with all creatures that demons did, nor did they have magic to aid them.

There were times when Lobco wondered how many children they had lost before she had been born.

...best not think that, or she would only recall her own losses.

That there case was such meant that her parents were always so happy to look out for any others without guardians--even if they could look out for themselves, their parents always had a lot of love to spare, and she for one was glad. Lobco had always envied those with siblings.

That was the reason why she had been so glad when she returned one day to find that her parents had adopted not one, but several siblings.

With her was Emalf and she was showing him around. They had walked through most of the town, and had come upon her favorite place in their kingdom, the Sea of Stars.

“So what was your home world like?”

#in shells #hiddcnmasks #c: emalf #{let me know if this works}

starter for @tenrita

The sun was not shining, which Lobco thought a shame. Yet perhaps, as this was her first time breaking through the surface, it was a good thing. It meant that she could gaze up at the dark clouds without worry of harming her eyes, the heat would not beat down so ferociously and burn her skin so unaccustomed to its radiant rays. Clouds weren't very much like anything she had seen in her life. The shrimp couldn't help but wonder what they must feel like--could they be felt? No...no, most definitely not.

She blinked as one of the first raindrops of the brewing drizzle fell into her eye, then she raised her hand to catch them as they began to come down all at once.

What a sensation! It was like tiny little tarsi tapping all over her face, over and over again--a strangely comforting sensation as was the slow and rhythmic sound of it falling on the ocean.

“Wow.” Her voice was one of wonderment and then excitement as she began to swim towards the shore of Hydrangea Island.

“Aom! Let’s see what it’s like!” The timid little shrimp was unusually excited--it was a rare side she showed only to family--her parents, and the other crustacean by her side, Aom.

It had been her idea to come up here, oddly enough. It was something that she had wanted to do for so long but nerves had held her back, but all the fear that had been there before seemed to vanish instantly.

#in shells #c: aom #tenrita #verse: past #{let me know if this works}#{can change it up but i set it for when they were younger!}

“...does it look bad?” It’s been a really long time since Lobco has allowed herself to indulge in buying something cute for herself. She tries to be frugal, but more than that has just been her fear about how others might react to it.

Her appearance was never something she used to hate before, and that’s not quite what she’s experiencing now--not exactly, but she still feels a little awkward in it, however much she may like the outfit.

#in shells #open rp #{guys im crying}#{the new art is too cute}

Continued from here | @a-morality

Lobco was by herself today; something which at times was awfully lonely, and something which at times she was grateful for so she could take that solitude to collect herself and have room to unleash all her pent up woes and frustrations.

Today she had been left with no particular task, and so she completed all her mundane duties of cleaning, taking inventory, and doing a little studying--all that had been work she had finished quite early and so when a knock came upon the door she was glad for the break in the lull.

Most likely it was a customer, it wouldn’t be unusual for someone to make their way over to the infamous Pitch WItch’s domain to request the use of her potions, her magic, or her translations (the latter of which Lobco usually took care of).

What she hadn’t been expecting when she opened the door was the sight of another witch. The familiar paused, for a moment thrown off by the multitude of eyes before reminding herself it in no way assured any association with the Red Sea. It was hardly as if it had copyrighted that particular theme, and she had met others both before and after its invasion that relied on such things.

Still. It was hard not to think about.

Fortunately the young woman gathered herself quickly and gave a small, polite bow of her head.

“Wecome to Lady Chlomaki’s abode. My lady is currently out at the moment, is there something I can assist you with?”

#t: 023 #a morality #in shells #c: sagan #{it's great!}#(thank you for it!}

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Lobco had had mixed feelings when she first heard that Chlomaki had invited Wadanohara and Samekichi over so they could learn more of the surface world.The Sea Kingdom was far from picture perfect but relative to the land where demons were the majority it could certainly be called that. Here there existed few laws to protect people, what with the mentality that anyone who was weak enough to be harmed deserved what they got. She worried about their safety, she worried about the shock they would experience as seeing such a blatantly violent and overtly sexual city, and she worried about what they might find out and take back home with them to her parents.

Yet in the end she could not raise a voice to protest. At best such an action would be interpreted as her thinking lowly of them--as if they would not be able to hold their own. At worst it would just raise suspicions.

In any case it shouldn't be too hard to avoid unpleasantness. If it came down to it Chlomaki, she, and her fellow familiars could keep them safe. Lobco certainly wanted to see the both of them and she had always felt guilty for never making time to visit them after Minami was born, but it was for the best. At the very least said child had been left in the care of her own parents while his own were away.

On their third day here Chlomaki and Wadanohara had left to explore on their own, leaving the two familiars together. The rest of Lobco's little makeshift family were out either enjoying their free time, or running missions for Chlomaki which meant that Lobco and Samekichi were left on their own.

"I'll be done here shortly, sorry. Then we can go out to the town if there's anything you'd like." Lobco reassured, feeling embarrassed that she couldn't provide something of more value for Samekichi. But she still have to finish up inventory to see what stocks they were low on. Currently they were in a large, circular room where in the center sat Chlomaki's cauldron. The ceiling rose high above their heads, much higher than the cozy cottage appeared to be able to reach from the outside. It was clear that its dimensions had been magically altered to be much larger than its outward appearance indicated.

All around the perimeter of this room were shelves that rose to the ceiling into which sat containers full of different ingredients. Lobco was checking the last stretch of the bottom row, clipboard in hand.

"So. What do you think of Pitch World so far, Samekichi?"

#t: 019 #in shells #theedgysharkboy #c: samekichi #{let me know if this works}#{or if you'd like anything changed}

Continued from here | @convivxncia

Lobco glances over to her witch, a touch surprised by the serious tone that she had taken. She knew good and well that Chlomaki was capable of it, despite her usual carefree air, but it still took her off guard the times she was privy to it.

Lobco always listens to her master but in moments like these she is especially attentive and what sticks out to her is the phrase the cat begins with: ‘I’m not unused to people like that’.

Needless to say it sends off several red flags in Lobco’s mind. Perhaps she is reading too much into it--after all they both reside in Pitch World currently and it is a place rife with such people...yet. She can’t shake off the feeling that it’s more than that.

“Yes that...” The shrimp wholeheartedly agrees. How could she not? She has someone very much like that in her life right now and perhaps that’s why she’s now worried; because she can sense empathy in Chlomaki’s tone.

“Have you had to deal with people like...that...bothering you, Lady Chlomaki?”

#t: 009 #convivxncia #c: chlomaki #in shells