#partyofrpgmuses

[forgedxhearts]

continued (x) // @party-of-rpg-muses

"I would tell you what they look like, but unfortunately, I know not what these Elementals look like. Not even S'bera knows and he hails from Gridania." He gave a slight pause, shaking his head. "But it matters not. If they do not see you as a threat, then you'll be fine." He paused yet again, seeming to think about a few things. A few brief seconds passed before the Lalafell spoke again. "There is also U'tala and Ishita. If I could hazard a guess, I wouldn't be surprised if they're in the Far East, at the Azim Steppe. The Steppe has beautiful, wide open plains with a number of Au Ra tribes living there, each with their own ways of life. Though I would suggest not going south to Dalmasca for a while. Frances told is it was a beautiful, peaceful realm. Currently, the people of Ivalice are recovering and repairing, so tensions may be high. But I'm sure she would love to see you someday." The entire time he spoke, Omutu had a soft smile on his face. It was clear by the look in his eyes that he was reminiscing, his mind wandering to the various lands he and his friends traveled to on their journey. "Ishgard, Othard, Ala Mhigo, Sharlyan, and even the Moon." He muttered to himself.

After her last reply, Meteion just went silent, listening to her friend explain about where his friends had been off too, what other places he had traveled far and wide and even in between. Of course she would love to explore such places but... she also didn't feel fully ready to look everything in one setting. She simply wanted to take her own time since the world is at a peace.

After Omutu had finished speaking for the moment, Meteion finally turn her head to look back at the mortal and she couldn't help but to smile in return. She could feel the warmness, the happiness that Omutu was bringing about but Meteion still had her own emotions so her smile seemed to look like a sad one instead. "I would like to explore those places someday but... I don't think I'm ready just yet."

"I... dunno if I can even face anyone there."

"Not after what I had done..."

[deciessomnia]

@party-of-rpg-muses :: Frederic did say that he was a pianist before arriving in this "dream world" as he called it. But at this gathering, he truly got a chance to show his aptitude. His fingers moved and flowed upon the keys, as if he was dancing with the music itself. The entire time, Frederic had a look on his face that seemed to be a mix of enjoyment and calm focus, all while his eyes remained closed, as if he himself were one with the music.

Following a very successful performance, the young man stood from his bench and removed his hat as he gave a bow to the applauding audience before removing himself from the hall. A soft, warm smile appeared on his face as he met with Crescendo and Serenade.

There was a strange if not awkward calm between the once engaged couple Baroque and Forte. The formerly engaged would subtly steal subtle glances from the other from across the room. Once they sensed the tiniest of hints of the other turning their head, attention would immediately divert elsewhere. This happened every now and then during the banquet that followed the peace treaty and alliance signing.

Those who did notice, though few how it was, would give a disheartened or amused sigh. It was hard to tell between Crescendo and Serenade who missed the other more. While there was a mixed eye roll amongst the crowd that resulted in said person getting pinched hard by their partner. To those who were close to Crescendo, bet it was he who missed Serenade more than the once princess did herself for him.

There was a special performance for the banquet that was scheduled. Though both Crescendo and Serenade had planned it together, it was someone else who had invited a musician. Despite questioning Jazz repeatedly on who it was, Jazz remained tight lipped. It only served to annoy Crescendo and annoyed him more so with that knowing smirk on his friend’s lips.

❛ I’ve never heard this piece before… ❜ Crescendo thought upon hearing a piano play. Head turned towards where a group of musicians once were to see a familiar man behind ivory keys playing. Eyes widened at the sight as a smile began to form on his lips. ❛ How long has it been since I last saw him? ❜ Crescendo wanted to laugh, but held it in. ‘No wonder Jazz had that knowing look in his eyes. ❜ he made plans to punch his friend in the shoulder later.

Feeling the piece soon come to an end Crescendo started heading in Fredrick’s direction. Glancing out of the corner of his eyes he saw Serenade do the same. So they had the same thing in mind with how long it been since they’ve seen the man.

❝ Fredric, how long has it been~? ❞ Crescendo greeted the man with a genuine smile on his lips, happy to see him.

❝ Hello Fredric. It was quite a surprise to see you were the one someone spoke about inviting. ❞ Serenade said with a chuckle. Jazz could be quite the sly one when he wanted to be. Perhaps surprising was more fitting in this case. Serenade was quite amused with how much it annoyed Crescendo that Jazz would not tell him. ❝ How has time been treating you? ❞

[fatexbound]

@party-of-rpg-muses said: "Oh, Makoto. I didn't wake you, did I?" Minako slightly turned her head away from the window in their shared dorm room, her eyes turned the rest of the way towards her twin. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep. I had... a few things on my mind..." Her tone was cold, distant, and apathetic, just like her brother. It was a side no one else except her brother knew about. She made sure everyone saw her as that energetic, cheerful girl who makes friends with everybody.

Her gaze returned to the window, eyes focusing on the half-moon. The eyes that normally shimmered like the sun were dull and and empty, her reds of her irises muted.

Unprompted | Always accepting

Somehow, he knew he wouldn't be getting at least four hours of sleep tonight. Without Minako by his side, it was impossible to fall asleep, hence the reason he woke up so abruptly.

"... it's fine." He said groggily as he turned in his bed, rubbing one eye to look at his twin sister. He might've been extremely sleepy, however, he quickly noted the empty tone in her voice. She usually was so bright and optimistic. It wasn't like her at all, and yet she knew that she was secretly depressed and hiding it from the others.

Only he knew the reason why she did that. Sitting upright, he yawned in his hand. "So, what's on your mind? The Dark Hour? Ryoji? ...The Fall?" He was willing to listen in any case.

[electricea-archive]

@party-of-rpg-muses​​ sent - "Ryuji Sakamoto, correct? I've been looking forward to meeting you." Yu leaned against the corner of the building before standing up straight to face Ryuji. A hand on his pocket..

“Seems like you know a lot about me,” He can’t help but eye the older male with a bit of a skeptical look, quietly pondering what his intentions are.  “So, what can you tell me about you?”

[arcanalight]

"Elizabeth...? Is that you, dear sister...?" Lavenza couldn't help but tear up at the sight of her older sister. She even clutched her hand against her Compendium | @party-of-rpg-muses​ sent !

↳ Unprompted | always accepting !

     Time outside of the Velvet Room was entirely different, passing so slowly and in such a linear fashion that, for a time, Elizabeth struggled to cope. There were many new and difficult obstacles along her path, but as the hours ticked past so did her power grow. The duties she had so abruptly abandoned remained a heavy weight, but until her journey reached its end she had no intentions of returning. At least not forever.

     But as golden eyes met the form of her younger sister, Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over her. Of all her siblings, Theo seemed to be the only one she could really attempt to bond with, regardless of her decision to mercilessly torment him. And while she loved her sisters, things often felt strained, and on some level she understood her part in the divide. Hadn’t the time come to begin to remedy the wounds left behind?

     “My--has it really been so long that you would cry for your older sister?” As happy as her smile seemed, there was production behind it, a mask to hide her true feelings. She couldn’t just go and admit she had missed her sister, now, could she?

     “How careless of me to leave you waiting for so long. Please accept my apology...sweet Lavenza.”

[maskedmuses]

@party-of-rpg-muses​​ asked:  "Ukihime, that was quite the trick you pulled." While S'bera was relieved to see she was safe, he wasn't all that pleased about being lied to. Especially since it meant putting another person's life at risk.

It was strange to hear her name spoken once more, it nearly foreign in her ears. She had been known as the ‘Exarch’ for so long, it was strange to think of anyone knowing who she really was. But her hood had been pulled down, the soft, blue and white tresses falling about her shoulders, the Miqo’te’s crimson eyes held towards the floor in shame, all too revealed before S’bera in more ways than one.

“I thought it might work.” She uttered out from ruby lips, sheepishly lifting her gaze towards his piercing multihued optics. The intensity of them alone made her shift her focus away from the green and yellow hued eyes and towards his collar instead, the guilt laden thick upon her shoulders. “You have been…my inspiration for so long now, ever since I stopped being a Warrior of Light, I…”

Their time together had been brief, but to save her ilk and anyone else who might still share the Allagan line, she had been the one to take on the burden. Despite Hydaelyn’s weak call to her, she had known it had been her destiny to spare S’bera and the others when it came to it. The woman’s chest ached, her ears pressing flat against her head.

“I could not bear to lose you, not when I knew I could do something to save you. My life was forfeit when I went I took my slumber all those years ago, you are someone who needed to live on.” Her lips tugged ever so slightly, brows furrowed in remorse. “You have so much more to do that I could never be privy to. It was why I was sated in being nothing more than a thief in the story you would leave behind.”

[nexusofmuses]

cont @party-of-rpg-muses from here

“We’ve been great! Dad gets a little sad sometimes, but he seems a lot happier! And Teddie’s been doing great! He even got a promotion at Junes!”  She hugged her cousin tighter. “What about you, Big bro? How have you been?”

[crystariis]

@party-of-rpg-muses​ said: "Tell me something, my friend. Are you familiar with a Lalafell by the name of Krile Baldesion? I'm to understand you were both Students of Baldesion, correct?" S'bera questioned, finally finding time to relax now that Norvrandt was saved.

“Krile?” He hadn’t heard that name in a long time. She and Rammbroes had really been the only friends he had while in the Students of Baldesion. G’raha thought it over, before sighing and putting a hand on his head. “Yes, I know her. She and I were friends, though I doubt she thinks of me that way now that I have all but disappeared from the Source to reside within the Crystal Tower.”