#kyougens

[failnaughtt]

“you seem to know more than you're saying.” // wanderer and claude?

"Is that so?" He looks around, scratching his head when the voice seem to come out of nowhere. He could have sworn it sounded like... Oh, wait. There's someone in the bushes.

He walks over to it and parts the leaves with a curious edge in his eyes. There it laid, a tiny man with a hat bigger than his head. Claude tries to school his face into a neutral expression. "Well aren't you the stalking type? You surely have the advantage of that." He tilts his head to the side, and for a moment his smile brightens. "Have we met? No. At least I don't think so. I would have remembered the sight of you from pure muscle memory." A part of him was relieved that Dimitri had just walked away. If anyone had heard about the conversation between them, they both might get into trouble. Especially Dimitri, considering he's the future King of the Holy Kingdom and all....

"What did you mean about knowing more than what I am saying? Go on, you can be honest. I don't bite." ... @kyougens

[museguided]

“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.” // lohen to illuga

exhaustion sentence starters

Illuga responded with a small, amused huff. Lohen hadn't been the first to say that, and he likely wouldn't be the last. "When I finish touching base with the Ratniki stationed here, I might consider it."

Unfortunately, Illuga couldn't imagine taking time off for himself any time soon. The thought of attempting to find a hobby for himself even sparked a little dread. But, as long as the Wild Hunt remained active, so would he as a Lightkeeper. As it was, he knew that he had quite the extensive report to write the moment he got back to Piramida.

The Wild Hunt's activities were surging in certain areas, diminishing in others, but a sensible pattern to the outbreaks couldn't be found yet. Requests for more aid would take first priority the moment he returned to headquarters. The Tideseal Stones around Starsand Shoal had also been swarmed by an unusual amount of Exiles, cleared out with the unexpected help of Sir Lohen from the Knights of Favonius.

Although Lohen had decided to accompany him after that, Illuga was beginning to suspect that running errands all day wasn't what he had in mind.

There were just a few more locations he wanted to check in on. Leafing through the reports he already collected, Illuga lifted his gaze to the knight by his side. "But I don't mind the work," he added. "At the end of the day, it's reassuring to know that everyone is doing okay. That's good enough for me."

[indeliblepromise]

꒰১ ⭒:▹ — @kyougens asked: ❛ something feels off here, i see fire but there's no smoke. ❜ // ashveil and misha (hsr)?

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( 𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ) ɞ˚ :

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆ㅤ—ㅤthe Furbobo Weekly Editorial Headquarters. It was different from the Express. It was different from Penacony. The place wasㅤ—ㅤquite honestly, a MESS. But he couldn't exactly judge too much; not even when he spent so much of his time cleaning the many, many wings of the Reverie. His own little apartment back at the Dreamflux Reef AND the little room full of clocks in his Dream Bubble have tools and books scattered all over the place.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The little Trailblazer had been trying his best to navigate through the chaos as he carefully stepped over the boxes. He would have never lived it down if he knocked anything down, or worse, BROKE anything. But the moment the detective spoke, he stopped dead in his tracks.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀FIRE ? !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀His eyes widened with shock as they fell upon a nearby corner. A steady orange glow flickering near the base of the wall. FIRE. In a room full of paper and cardboard.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤOhㅤ—ㅤwe need to put that OUT !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀His hands moved on instinct, reaching for his pocket, only to find nothing but his pocket watch. Rightㅤ—ㅤhis tools were on the train. They probably WOULDN'T have helped with the situation anyway. He turns to the man; as if asking what to do. But the detective was justㅤ—ㅤstanding there. As if this were completely normal and not normal at the same time.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀He turned back towards the fire. Orange. BURNING. An ominous presence. As if it was THE ELATION themselves, taunting them to try to find reason behind the abnormality.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤYou're rightㅤ—ㅤthat's not normal.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The boy stepped closer; his eyes squinting as they tried to find the source. Definitely behind the clutter. He knew these sort of things. Most likely, it was something ELECTRICAL. A wire, an overloaded socket, some kind of equipment malfunction.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤItㅤ—ㅤit MIGHT be electrical. Do you have a lot of things plugged in back there ? Orㅤ—ㅤsome equipment running that shouldn't be ?ㅤ❜