#lloyd 01

[fatedatonement]

@twohundredpower​

“Lloyd, you’re here as well.” By now Regal knows there’s a few others from their world, but he’s glad to see Lloyd in particular. No matter the situation, by now he trusts him to be a valuable ally-- no one else has quite so much determination... or gets himself in nearly as much trouble.

“Perhaps I should have figured as much-- presented with unusual circumstances, it makes sense that you'd be right in the middle of it all.”

[spiderstaff]

@garmabxy

Kay knows she isn’t supposed to be doing this. Sasha’s going to be furious when she finds out! But she’s just a kid, and it was really all Vex’s idea. She can blame it on him.

She takes a roller across the wall, not really caring what she hits as she paints a purple streak down the hallway. Her run only stops when she realizes she’s about to hit someone... a boy? She’s never seen him around the base before, and barely avoids getting paint on him as she screeches to a halt.

“Uh, if you were sent here to stop me, I’m really sorry for all of this, and it won’t happen again.”

“But if that’s not why you’re here...” she offers up a paintbrush. “...wanna help?”

[matsuuno]

@garmabxy

It had been a long day of loitering and doing a lot of nothing, fishing at the lake, just generally being around. After a day like this, he found himself walking home with a can f beer and snacks from a convenience store, and cutting through the bamboo grove to get back home. Osomatsu always figured that it looked like the kind of place you’d see a samurai or ninja training in one of those movies. And oh, speak of the devil. There was a ninja, training with a wooden sword, just like the movies.

This kind of training probably required massive amounts of of precision, concentration, absolute peace and quiet. 

It’s too bad that Matsuno Osomatsu had to show up.

“Do a flip!”

[eraserxhead-blog]

@aeternuming starter

The feeling of this place never left his skin, just the reality that it wasn’t right. Something about it, the citizens who roamed the streets, who weren’t entirely there and what felt like the holograms they issued through their school systems, it felt wrong. Those who didn’t were probably just as confused as he was. That was a stretch of an assumption, but a few faces were familiar, some others less so. That’s how he found a vaguely familiar face. What was his name?

That small detail escaped him, so whatever interaction they had before was unimportant. Aizawa exhaled quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets. If he had his way, he would just observe silently without talking, but as far as what he wanted went well... That was completely irrational now, wasn’t it?

[lcvinlight]

@aeternuming liked your post “Kwak.  like for a short starter with this happy elf./elezen. no caps...”

Bake sales were key to gathering funds for the orphanage and every weekend there was at least one bake sale happening in front of the church. Unlike home, there was no unlimited amount of gold to use for one own self ego inflating purposes such as charity. 

 “You sir! We have peanut butter cookies at 1/4 off!”

[flowers-ofantimony-blog]

@falconswake

Stealing may not be the right thing to do, but if the alternative is going empty-handed, Plague Knight sees no choice.

After all, he has none of his usual arsenal. Just having a bag of bombs by his side makes him feel less antsy, more secure. So breaking into a laboratory (soon he’ll have his own, here, he hopes) to steal some highly explosive compounds is easily justifiable by ‘I’m Plague Knight and I do what I want’.

A window breaks, just like that. They couldn’t even pay for reinforced glass? Cheap. He didn’t even have to use his staff, just threw a rock. A quick glance around to ensure that nobody sees him, and- there! in the shadows!

He turns to the onlooker, weapon in hand. “Who’s this trying to spy on me, hee hee... if you have any sense, you’ll be gone by the time I count to three. One, two....”

[flynnscxfo-blog]

@thegentleidealist

“This city is enormous... I’d never thought there could be a place that exceeds Zaphias in size...” 

And yet, Hive City does--and easily, at that. Flynn’s certain he’s been wandering about for at least three hours now, and in that time, he’s only managed to look through a sector and a half. While this has provided him ample opportunity to acclimatize himself better with his new environment, the skies are bleeding oranges and red above him; if he doesn’t find his way back to the assigned residence, he’ll likely be left walking about well into the night.

It takes him only a moment of looking around to catch someone eye, and another to approach with a polite smile. His greaves tap noisily against the metal pavement as he walks, and it’s perhaps the first time in years that he feels self-conscious about it.

“Excuse me, do you think I could trouble you for some directions?”

[chxmpionofkirkwall-blog]

@thegentleidealist

For all the chaos that had plagued Kirkwall during his residency and even after his departure, Hawke would’ve honestly thought that some peace and quiet in the nights would help him. This wasn’t his city, after all, and he honestly couldn’t care as much for any suspicious characters sneaking around at night here as he had back home.

But it was lonely, and in the quiet, agonizing way that ate at him. He felt each tick of the clock more than he heard it, and the silence spoke more as a reminder than any sort of comfort. Here, there was no crack of the fire and no snoring of a dog; here, he was alone, left with the regrets and failures of wars he could’ve stopped. 

...Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to get a new pet, even if it did feel kind of like betraying a friend he’d never meant to leave behind. But actively doing something was much more like him than sitting around moping, so naturally, when he next saw the friendly boy he’d recently met in this strange city, Hawke wasted little time in approaching with a wide smile and a wave.

“Well, I certainly don’t mind seeing a friendly face two days in a row. Say, you’ve been in this city for much longer than I have, right? Do you know if there’s some sort of shelter I can look to adopt a dog? Preferably big ones that look like they can maul you in half a second, but friendlier?”