#muddledmuses

[esteemedchiefbeifong]

I think I deserve a hug, if you're still handing them out.

"For you? Of course." She smiled kindly and pulled Mineko into a lingering hug.

[saikhantheloyal-blog]

The nonbender frowned "How unfortunate, they're a family recipe." She lied and pulled one still warm from the box and took a bite. "Maybe your wife would like them." She said after swallowing her bite, she would be sick later, but it would be more severe for for the metal benders who had most likely never been exposed to her special herbs.

" She's not a fan of sweets." He lied in return, as he eyed the woman cautiously. She was eating one, but... That meant nothing.

[saikhantheloyal-blog]

Zeta stepped into Saikhan's view, her face hidden as always. What wasn't normal was the small white box she held in her hands "Captain, to make up for some of my... Harsh words. I have brought you moon cakes as an apology." [don't trust the food Sai! Don't do it.]

" I-" 

" I accept your apology. Though- I'm allergic to most moonpies, I'm afraid." He frowned; he wasn't, in truth, though he tended not to trust those who just stepped out of the shadows and offered him things.

He wasn't that trusting.

[daramakoza]

Mineko proceeds to flop onto Dara, making the springs in their bed creak in protest to the added weight.

"Mini! Are you okay?"

[hawkeabelas]

muddledmuses replied to your post: To people vilifying Korra for her behavior in the premiere, an justifying Tonraq for his, let me tell you a rather personal little story.

//thank you for sharing <3 I agree with you and let’s not forget she’s young and hotheaded and has the weight of the world on her shoulders. She’s allowed to be angry and being a parent doesn’t make you automatically right. *gives cookie because*

((She is really young, and the bulk of this responsibility came out of nowhere. She doesn't think she can express her frustration any other way. *accepts cookie and give hug*

[daramakoza]

"Mini I missed you so much!"

[saikhantheloyal-blog]

"Sir?!" Mineko's hand bolts out and grips the older man's shoulder in concern that matched her eyes. The young officer pushed him into his chair and handed him her handkerchief before calling out for one of the paramedics.

" I- I'm fine, Officer," choked out, around the tang of blood as it bubbled in his throat and stained his lips red; his hands fisted around the arms of the chair as his vision swam and his stomach twisted in pain. 

He let out a clenched, controlled breath between gritted teeth, and finally looked up to meet Mineko's gaze. He didn't know what this was, but...

" Just- get my wife, officer." 

[toomanyocs]

Proffesor Hamilton arrived at the brokers in rather foul mood. The dismal flood, which had vexed the pensilvania town of arkham for nigh a week now, had drenched the scholar to the bone and he placed his wet, leather suitcase upon the counter rather sourly and rang the bell.

Jess, a nervous girl with a bad habit of biting her lip and mumbling jumped at the sound of the bell out front. She peeked out a from behind the door to see a sour looking man behind the counter. With her father out she would have to step out and greet him, what a horrid day. Chewing on her lip she came to the counter "Yes hello, welcome to Arkham Pawn, sir."

The proffesor hardly looked at the girl. His eyes were almost shut from the water weighing them down and wiped them clean with a hankercheif. He nodded his head in greeting and got straight to the point, "Im here to see the artifact."

"You must be the professor.." She murmured and lifted the gate that closed off the space behind the counter "Follow me sir." She took off to the back room, her father had left suddenly in the height of the storm and she had been left to an empty shop and the odd artifact that made her skin crawl.

He followed, leaing behind small puddles of rainwater that dripped off his large raincoat. When he entered the room that held the artifact, he felt a strange chill that crept up his leg and made him shiver, and gave another shiver when he laid eyes on the horrid thing. It was a foot tall and solid black. It looked as if it had, at some far time, been a peice of a whole pyramid, with etchings and symbols along the slanted edge, but a forth of that pyramid had been sliced out, with perfect preciion, and set it on the table before him. On the bottom of either side of the inside wedge, there where spikes that waved as if flowing and ended in sharp points. He blinked and bespectacled himself, to examine it further. "Have you told anyone else about this?"

She couldn't even stand to look at it for any length of time, it was alien and something about it oozed darkness. Jess handed the older man a towel that had originally been used to protect a fragile item, the young lady didn't need to be yelled at for this man's puddles. "No sir, my father had it only a week, hidden back here before calling you." Her brow furrowed, it had been odd how obsessive he became over the odd trinket. She still thought it should be thrown out and forgotten, something just wasn't right about it.

Hamilton searched the symbols at the slanted edge of the artifact and attempted to discover any word, prashe, or even a disernable language from the item. When he came up utterbly empty he turned to the material the artifact was crafted from. It bore no resemblance to any material common to any culture his well versed mind could bring up. "This is... Strange. The markings are almost familiar to me but they are indesernable as to their origin. They are worn, for certain, to a degree that would mark an age of creation that would be unfeasable for man to even have tools to mark." He touched the slant and could feel the hairs on his arm stand on end as if touching some electric surface. He imediatly retracted his hand as if it harmed him. "I cannot seem to place its origin, much less its price."

Great, so the trinket was nothing worthwhile. Fantastic. Jess sighed and glanced at the damned thing, worthless or not it was dark and just /wrong/ "So, what are we supposed to do with the thing?" she mumbled, crossing her arms nervously, father wouldn't be pleased when he returned to this news "Would you or one of your friends buy it?" The pawn shop worker mumbled, listening to the storm outside as it picked up.

He first noticed the girl at this point. Before then he had been distracted by fool mood and singular, scholarly ordeals than simply noticing people, but now, in a examining temperament, he saw something that should have put him off to the whole situation. He saw she was scared.  Nonetheless, he had duties to uphold. "The thing may not be so completely lost... I shall take it back to the academy and examine it further. There may well be a buyer among my colleagues."