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[iimexpensiive]

✧ @rage-reloaded ✧ — ( Dissociation Starters ) “Drink some water. It has ice.” [[ from xiaomin :) gotta take care of grandpa sometimes...]]

There was a groan of misery from the old monkey as he peeked out from where he laid face-down on the couch — it had been another long night for him. One would think he'd be use to the pounding in his head or the drumming in his ears after such a night, but alas he was not. Even after all this time.

A blessing to have such a sweet granddaughter, one he was sure he did not deserve after everything. She deserved better than his old ass. With some effort, he managed to roll himself over and sit up — sighing out as if he just completed a herculean task. His gaze falling upon Xiaomin, in her outstretched hands an offering of ice cold water for him.

"You're too kind to this ol' mess — "

" — thank you, sweetie."

Taking a short swig, the pleasant chill hitting his mouth. It brought such a relief to him in the moment — all thanks to his sweet child. He could never repay her enough for staying when she had every right to leave.

[amcryllis]

Aerith was avoiding people — Turks, to be specific, walking around the streets of this sector with her basket in tow trying to blend into crowds. It worked, usually, for a time anyway; long enough to get far enough away that it didn't matter, but this time she didn't make it far enough away. She made it a few steps before bumping directly into someone, only realising when the person she'd collided with turns around to face her.

"Oh," She held up her basket and pointed at it. "Did you want some flowers?" @rage-reloaded.

[rathalascendant-a]

"FOUND THE OLD THINKING SPOT, HUH?" Mari saunters casually, hands on her hips, up to the armored youth who stood at the wooden pier overlooking the sea. This stretch of Hakolo Beach was regarded as safe, and the pier itself was often used for gatherings and ceremonies. Its a scenic location, with the sea stretching out into the horizon, and the Island Guardian's mountains touching the sky off in the distance. Across from that, the shore that led to South Kamuna Forest.

Alk had come here unexpectedly, but his visits were always welcome. The people of Mahana were starting to greet the teen like an old friend—Of course, being an ally of their Champion's always helped.

Without prodding, Mari starts up conversation. "I've come out to this pier myself when I'd need a moment to think. Or even just relax. The beach is uneventful; its way too shallow for any big monsters to come up and snatch some surf n' turf." Once she's standing side by side with the young warrior, Mari cants her head towards the mountains. "Out there is the old Island Guardian's sacred territory. Then the Forbidden Grounds, then . . . well, other places I haven't quite been to." A beat. Mari folds her arms, and turns to face the younger. "You've been uncharacteristically quiet since you got here. I've known you long enough to notice." // @rage-reloaded - alk

[siixkiing]

@rage-reloaded {☯}

Sonson vc I can punch ‘em myself gramps no worries >:3

"Awww, I know you can sweetie but Grandpa still wants to defend you~"

[sunhalf-a2]

@rage-reloaded liked! / sonson & bai he!

The child's eyes are wide and sweet; not at ALL trying to hide her awe. "Jiejie, you're so pretty!"

[halfxspider]

@rage-reloaded asked: my body moves before i can even think about it. [[ from Kumo ]] / Tri!Stamp meme

"Seems to be a common theme amongst us Spiders, hm?" He asked with a small tilt of his head looking the newcomer over. "You did good back there despite charging in head first like that."

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

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Truthfully, Trunks normally be following a random stranger that happened to catch his attention, normally he’d leave her alone and the two could mind their business like nothing happened. But the monkey tail casually waving around behind her managed to pique his curiosity, especially with how he had tucked in his own tail to avoid catching unnecessary attention.

There was an intent to catch up and get the young woman’s attention, but by the time he had even figured out what he wanted to say, she had disappeared around a corner.

Now definitely caught as he whipped around in surprise, he could only force out an awkward chuckle as he attempted to deal with a less than ideal first meeting.

“I- uh- truly didn’t mean to follow you like that, honest.” He knew it was a bit hard to convince someone of that when he had been caught in the act, but he pushes forward, “I just- uh- saw your tail is all. It’s not often I see one of those, and, well, I guess I should have made more of an effort to catch up before now.”

[1-800-for-evil]

@rage-reloaded​ for Ms. Chalice

“Well, aren’t you a hard one to handle? I admire how effortlessly you gave those morons the slip,” said a low, sweet voice from the darkness at Chalice’s shoulder. From the near distance, there’s the sound of barking dogs. A pregnant pause, and the approaching sound of the dogs abruptly veered off course-- receding fast as they led the policemen on her trail off down some totally foreign, totally wrong alleyway. Was the owner of the voice responsible for this deception? It was highly probable.

The Devil slipped out of the shadows like a phantom. It’s clear he hadn’t actually been physically present when he spoke moments before. As with most other people in Inkwell Isle, he towered over Chalice; she barely came up to his knee. And unlike those doddering policemen she was evading, there was the very real impression that it was only by his continued grace and goodwill that she remained free. Cold yellow eyes glowed in the darkness of the alleyway. Where will you fly from here, little bird?