#philomelia

[magicspoke]

( starter for: @ philomelia. ) RE: VERNA. genre: general.

' you've seen evil's face .... you've touched pure destruction and yet... and yet, here you are, surviving. ' verna's hand lifts, knuckles brushing along the others' cheek in a comforting manner. ' it weighs heavily on you. '

[spokewar]

@philomelia // forgotten starter call :(

"Excuse me for asking, but would you—by chance—be heading toward the capitol?" Obi-Wan hates to profile, but the space-port is lacking in characters and the few lingering about are flashing warning signs within the Force. Here, near the outskirts of civilization, nearly everyone is a threat and it's all a matter of picking the lesser evil. And while he may be a warrior of the Jedi Order, he is still well-aware of how easy it can be to go down to a slugger to the back and how difficult it can be to retrieve a body from wild space—and equally aware of how worthy a standing general could be to any enemy of the Republic. Though, perhaps he'd be lucky, perhaps just wearing his outer tunics would make him look more like a desert-dweller than a Jedi.

"I'm afraid I've lost my ride and I need to get to the inner system." He doesn't elaborate on the how; it likely wouldn't do him any favors to admit both his ship and droid companion had been taken down in a firefight. And Obi-Wan would hate to scare her off because his next best bet is the Weequay man who he's fairly certain he's encountered in a gang fight before. "I will pay you, of course! In fact, I don't even need a ride all the way into the inner system, just a planet with a population of . . . more than a dozen would do."

[titanswar]

@philomelia: forget it. you're impossible.

“ why's everyone always saying that to me? ” sure, some of the comments he makes can be less than helpful, though annabeth might argue that just some is putting it gently— but percy's concern here is genuine, because cassie can't possibly be serious, planning to embark on some quest to find her sister without any training whatsoever. maybe it's a little hypocritical, given his first quest— but he had annabeth, and with her, anything was possible. “ i just don't want you to get hurt. i can talk to people, see if they can help, but— don't do anything impulsive. that's my thing. ”

[manianity]

@philomelia / liked.

" thyrsus. ever heard that name before? 'cause i have, though i'd like to hear more. " a reasonable request if the rumors reaching her ears had any validity. her lips twitch into a smile every once in a while: it's hard to maintain her cool when elodie is already picturing herself spinning with and twirling her old man's wicked staff on the training grounds. titling her head, the young demigod points at the woman in front of her. " ━ is this the right place for that? "

[pontevoix]

takizawa’s fingers flit upwards to tug half-heartedly at the knot of his tie. he only loosens it a little, but it’s the thought that counts.

ideally, he’d lose the tie altogether — but he’s on the clock, smacking his feet against shallow rain puddles as he traces a path along houses’ walkways. for the record: takizawa is unapologetically proud of his suit. it’s simple & navy, & it makes him look smart. he wears it three days a week & pretends that his closet is more expansive than it is.

proud of his suit, proud of his tie, proud to be making residential calls, & grumpy at summer weather. when it rains, it smells like something cool at the back of the throat. when it rains, it sounds like a concession. when it rains in the summer time, however — it just feels gross. it feels like something sticky.

there had been reports about ghoul activity in the area. by the sound of it, the ghouls were young c-rated creatures. there were rumors of one stronger ghoul in the area too . . . but nothing had been confirmed. takizawa had been sent alone (the higher ups trusted him!) to scout the area & to ask polite questions.

so far, he’s knocked on five doors. three remained unopened. one had been receptive & unhelpful. the third thought he was a missionary.

when he knocks on his sixth door, he’s still startled enough by this assumption that he introduces himself poorly: ‘ i’m not selling religion —- i’m just checking to see if you’ve seen anything unwelcome or threatening? ‘

takizawa interrupts himself & notices moving boxes in near the front door. it occurs to him that he forgot to present id.

hastily, he retrieves his badge & shoves it into view.

start | @philomelia

[mimicic]

@philomelia

Mim pinches Cassie's nostrils until she splutters awake. Standing over her and the identical, white bed she's been stationed in: "You dream like a rat." The EEG cap Mim wears leashes it to its bed, directly next to hers, several feet away. It cannot wander much further than this.

[he1msman-archived]

EYES NARROWED, WONDERING IF CASSIE was trying to pull a joke or she was genuinely impressed. There was no reason for Sulu's sudden defensive nature. Maybe he'd suffered too many barbs and pranks from Kirk to take a compliment when given.

Sulu scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah. Thought I would try a fusion of plant and machine. See what would happen." A lopsided grin touched his lips. "I think it turned out pretty well." He turned to @philomelia. "What do you think?"

[he1msman-archived]

SULU DIDN'T GET A CHANCE to protest before Cassie shoved her way into the small hold of the ship. Hikaru had been attempting to fix the navigation and flight controls but...he was moving too slow for @philomelia liking.

The pilot rolled back on his heels, huffing. Brown hues watched the woman work, wondering what she could do that he couldn't. "I appreciate the help and all," he began. "But I had it under control."