#isola 003

[fictile]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @crestsfallen​​

hands brush the forest from their eyes, looking towards their companion in quiet contemplation. in given normalcy, it is not often one would be granted opportunities to associate with royalty    —    a seemingly mundane occurrence for themselves    (    boisterous noise a cacophony of humor in minds eye, what would be an annoyance to many a close memory held tight    ).    listening to stories shared of her own magic    &    history. it truly was amazing, the worlds of variation alive within this place    (    the flashes of what ifs    &    have beens passing through thought. of battles won    &    stories lost    ).      ❝     you must care greatly for your home, then.     ❞

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @ininked​

percy was, at the end of the day, not generally phased by what others might label as “strange”    —    how could he be    ?    not when his world was a hodgepodge of mysteries    &    magic    (    not when he grew up wandering the streets of new york city    ).    although, usually the sight before him would scream other things. aka: the immortal.    (    or, well, there’s the potential of a parent induced dress code he guessed. but that screamed old movies out of the early 1900s or something, right    ?    those silent black    &    white ones    ).    the demigod’s gaze locked onto the other    (    hopefully the same age. really he could not stress the “gods” thing enough    )   body with a tilt of the head. the pen twirled between fingers a contemplative habit hard to kick.

❝     don’t those things get like, I don’t know, uncomfortable    ?    after a while. I cannot imagine wandering around in a suit of all things. pretty sure that would be asking to get beat up or something if I had shown up to school or whatever in the same. then again pretty sure I would also rip the pants within  a day.       ❞     polite, percy. real polite.

[xprofeta]

@clarentheir​

      what he needed most in this city, aside from information were       those who he could rely on when necessary. threat or no he       was helpless in this city and could do nothing on his own. what       he needed were friends, and what better way to find them than       to make himself known (as much as it goes against the assassin       inside him). he would cut through crowds, scanning for what       seemed like minutes before coming across that blue hue       he so often trusted in.

                         and now it is time for what i do best.

            ‘ pardon me, but might i have a moment of your time? ’

[kxrei]

@volontedacier​

            ‘ this city, is certainly something else entirely, no? ’

      words which feigned no surprise, no wonder. in truth he was       taken back a bit by just how seemingly large this city was,        exploring only a fraction of a fraction and finding more questions       than there were answers. fortunately for him however, is that it       this did not seem to be a temporary occasion.