#keiisho

[saintism]

WHEN HE GROANS UPON THE COUCH, there is hardly any hesitation in how she steps forward to place a hand upon the back of it. how long has it been since he has properly tidied this place? even jeanne, herself, was not one to meticulously clean, and yet... ❝ Lord El-Melloi II, ❞ she speaks, the softness of her voice in a strange contrast to how firm her words are.

and much like any servant, it was far too easy for her to continue in lifting the entire couch where he sprawls himself dramatically, effectively dumping him onto the floor with a considerate plop than truly hoisting him. before long, she sets the seat back down, as polite as ever despite the fact she'd just lifted it without sweat to jostle a grown person several times her size from where they were.

❝ While I understand, do you not think it inappropriate to let things fall into this state? ❞

@keiisho

[heclingmuzik]

@keiisho

From playing the acoustic guitar to know talking about drinks, it's funny how that happens. "You know, apparently they're not only putting it in tea, but also coffee as well. Must be a new trend, huh?" she strums a string from the guitar and hums with thought, then continues to say:

"I heard that people's stomach started getting upset because of the olive oil in people's drink. I'm a little curious though. What's it taste like? Have you tried?"

[animasend-archive]

   “What on earth are you talking about?” it’s impossible to mistake, the pure offense at the other mage’s clear insistence that her father was not around no matter what the young girl had said. she was not blind nor was she stupid. olga marie knows who she saw and even upon calling out to the adult did he pause to glance her way before continuing on. she was close, so so close, but then this supposed mage had blocked her path. talking as if he knew her, asking her about people named reines and gray. both unfamiliar names to the girl and, quite frankly, she could care less as to just why he asked or who they were.  

            none of that mattered. but he wasn’t listening to her and there’s only so much she can be adamant on before giving up entirely.

  “ My father-- Director Marisbury-- is here. I saw him. And you’re trying to tell me that he isn’t? Why should I believe what you’re saying? ”

@keiisho​ -- mistified 

[pegasiansight]

WHY WAS IT ALWAYS HER? questions like this tend to flit through her mind during something relatively troublesome. never a chance to simply relax, always ordered to do something else, if not merely tangled into a mess far above her pay grade. even now the expression she holds, that tinge of the slighted annoyance, is ever present at the questions she’s asked. something about some guy found at death’s door in the alleyway just a few streets off, anything that seemed out of place, and the want of an alibi that could clear any involvement from her. great, this wasn’t exactly how she planned her first day in this weird city.

                                     talk about an unwarranted pain in the ass一

❝ Like I said before, I didn’t see a single thing. ❞ while the keenness of her eyes were dulled down, it wasn’t as if she were made completely blind. still, as much as she was telling the truth this time, a part of her knows too well that they could just as easily see it as excuses to wriggle out of it. ❝ Are we expected to look out for dead bodies, missing persons, and crimes on our walks? Who asks a girl to do that on her first vacation in years. ❞

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[stormswake]

@keiisho​

Yuan’s been doing a lot of pacing. And talking without stopping.

“... and I know the odds of it being actually a human ranch are - well, they’re low, but they’re still there. And I can’t ignore that.”

Finally, slightly breathless, he sinks back down into the couch and lets his head fall forward into his hands. It’s the first sign of slowing down he’s showed since Waver first made the mistake of asking what was wrong.

But the brief respite doesn’t last long. He shifts without lifting his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket and swiping to unlock it. At the sight of the last message Kratos sent, he scowls deeply and begins composing a new message.

“And Kratos is still off doing gods know what. I’ll try to meet up with him tonight.”

To: Kratos From: Yuan

[txt] do you know ab

He stops. Deletes the message. Begins typing a new one.

“Even if I could get in touch with them, I don’t want to involve the Yggdrasills unless I have to.”

[txt] where are y

Delete.

“... But if it is a ranch, I might not have a choice.”

He looks up, meeting Waver’s eyes briefly. His own are furrowed, agitated, and just the slightest bit scared.

[darknessfoundlove]

“Oh!” Ai waved enthusiastically at Waver from where he stood in the yard, the shovel in his other hand resting on his shoulder. “Happy Self-Awareness!”

With his hair pulled up and his jeans and shirt covered in grass stains and mud, it might have been hard for someone to tell this was Ai if he hadn’t made his human appearance so... unique. 

“Guess what your present is! I’ll give you a hint...” He continued to grin widely as he planted his shovel in the ground and and crossed his glowing-gold wrists over the handle. “I just buried them!”

@keiisho​

[princesselmelloi]

( @keiisho )

Reines should have expected to get a defective mask. It wasn’t just her awful luck on this island that lead to this. Both Trimmau and herself had been on edge when they entered the castle, prepared for the inevitable twist to snare them. So Trimmau may have overreacted to the pixie coming after her master and swatted at it. After that, it would have taken absurd luck to receive anything but a trap.

Still. Reines had seen others put on their masks without harm. She had heard it could provide a quick outfit change if that’s all one wanted. She had thought the worst that could happen would be perhaps an outfit so ugly it belonged in Zal or Anda’s closet.

She had been wrong.

And thus it was that a puppy trotted up to her Brother, sitting down before him expectantly. And perhaps resisting the urge to use this as an excuse to chew up his shoes.

[grayvekeep]

@keiisho​

First the two pistols, then the giant blade, and then one-two-three-four mechanical arms were put on the large table over the sheet--I put that don first so it wouldn’t scuff the finish.

“I brought these back from Cotes, Sir.”