#pridefueled

[soulblaze]

@pridefueled​

he hasn’t been able to sit still. anxiety manifests in the form of incessant pacing when he’s standing, incessant knee-bouncing when he’s sitting. although Galo usually did his best to stay positive, it was difficult to focus on the good when everything was wrong. he shouldn’t be in wherever-the-hell he was! he needed to be at home, continuing to help the world rebuild and recover. would everyone think he disappeared? the thought scares him. brow furrowed, he worriedly chews his lip and keeps walking, clutching the little ribbon wand he was given like it was a lifeline.

he considers heading back to the lodging he was assigned, but decides against it. no use moping around; nothing good would come from sitting inside. he needed to explore and ask people questions. as he turns to head towards what he thinks is a park, Galo catches sight of someone in the distance. light hair, small frame, dark clothes… was that…?

“Lio?” his name falls from his lips softly. recognition melts into surprise, surprise transforms into happiness. a childlike glee overtakes him, a grin plastered on his face as he waves his arms above his head, any sign of his previous bad mood gone. the multi-colored ribbon wand flutters in the air, a mockery of his precious matoi, but symbolic nonetheless. it was really him, right? it had to be! “Hey! Lio! Over here! It’s me--!” as his excitement grows, so does the warmth in his chest...and in his hand. 

huh?!

a quick glance up confirms it. his ribbon wand is on fire. real, bonafide fire, red and--

“HOT, HOT, HOT--!” with a shout, Galo drops the wand and stomps on it, effectively, but crudely, extinguishing the small fire before any real damage could befall him or his surroundings. he stares down at the charred wand, mouth hanging open in surprise. did he just start a fire? him? “Did you just see that?! Tell me you saw that!”

[vraelgard]

and on the heels of that, reserving the Warrior of Light (Red Mage) since 5.3 wanted to punch me dead in the heart-

are ya winnin xiv players??? are ya winnin??? maybe one day i’ll go here. maybe. 

warrior of light (red mage) will be reserved for you until august 19th!

✵ sylthfarn

[vraelgard]

dropping karen araragi from the monogatari series, she was housed in A13

no problem at all, we’ll be sad to see her go! 

karen araragi will be dropped for you!

✵ sylthfarn

[vraelgard]

with prior reserve, here's lio fotia from promare! application at the third link or at /a

THE PROPHECY HAS BEEN FULFILLED

the city is open to you, lio fotia. welcome to terra.

you will be housed in celestia apartments C2, where you will find a super-cool tiny hot wheels motorcycle. be careful what you wish for?

you have been granted blaze’s spell fire ball to make use of at your discretion. please don’t do arson.

♠ rook

[sheeporbeef]

Epithets and Akin to Such (Closed- Lio Fotia)

(closed starter for @pridefueled ) Ugh - Sylvester felt more than a little ashamed that he’d had to have a ‘pep talk’ organised by his ‘Counting Sheep’, of all people - but they had meant well, he knew, and given how bad he was at socialising, he probably wouldn’t have talked to anyone at all about the matter. As much as he hated admitting it, hated admitting to being ‘weak’ when as a psychologist he should be better than that...he had to thank the sheep now, and so he’d gone out to give them a treat, the sheep all lining up in a fluffy and (likely adorable to watch) line behind him as he walked to the nearest fruit-seller. They liked apples the most, so the best way to thank them was to get them all an apple: yes, it probably would set himself back a bit of money for the week, but if he’d kept going on pushing himself unreasonably hard, it would have affected Molly if it had gone on too much longer as well, so...even if it was hard to not feel that guilt, he had to try to move on, not blame himself for something so out of his control. Though, it seemed a passer-by had distracted his sheep friends, they turning and bleating with soft cries. Ah....well, that was becoming common, though it was usually rare for his Counting Sheep to hold such an interest in a passerby. “My apologies....are me and my line of sheep a little in the way? I’m buying them a treat, but if you want to go ahead of us, you can, you’re probably going to be stuck in line a while if we go first, honestly...”

[redappleinhand]

@pridefueled​

Therion wasn’t much of a fan of the cold. The harsh sunlight of the Cliftlands was more his style...but it couldn’t be helped. He was stuck in Koi, where it was winter and there was snow on the ground. He didn’t much care to be cooped up inside, and he didn’t feel like visiting the tavern.

Off in the distance, he could see the familiar glow of a fire...in what appeared to be an otherwise empty garbage can. Well, it would help keep the chill away, at least. He went toward it, feeling the warmth the closer he got. He stood as close to it as he comfortably could - he didn’t like the idea of his poncho catching fire.

Not too far away, he could see someone. Yet another unfamiliar face in a sea of them, but he too seemed drawn to the fire. Laughing to himself, Therion called out to the stranger. “If you’re cold, you’re welcome to share my garbage can.”