#ramblingalong

[magikinall]

@ramblingalong sent: from Riliphin to Richeh {i can't remember if this is from a meme or not lmao} “i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”

"It is! Rili it's horrible! I just want to use my own magic to do everything I need it for, but people keep telling me that I have to learn other spells, that I need to just study study study BOOKS!!" She's throwing herself into his arms, her hands balling his robe into her fists. She just wants to be herself. And the only one who truly understands that is her older brother.

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@ramblingalong sent: from Easthies to Olly “you seem to know more than you're saying.”

"I told ye everything I know." A lie. "Soon as I got word that something was amiss, I got there as soon as I could. It was supposed to be a routine second test, how was I supposed to know they were going to attack the apprentices?"

He sighs, a hand running through his hair as he watches the Knight. "Wouldn't be much of a Watchful Eye if I didn't do my job reporting, would I?"

[fancoria]

"I believe this one is yours," Easthies says and hold out Brushbuddy. "It had attached itself to my cape."

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Coco, panicked and surprised, quickly took her pet in her hands. "Yes, it's mine! I'm so… so sorry. I hope you won't punish me or my Brushbuddy for this…" She was still afraid of Knight Moralis, in fact, she wouldn't want to run into them. Despite everything—he wasn't particularly hostile towards her now, so she hadn't yet run away from him. And even if something did happen, Qifrey and the others were close to them. "It likes to cause trouble and get in where it shouldn't." She smiled nervously at him. "But… I usually try to keep an eye on it."

[fancoria]

This had not gone at all as planned. It was a bad idea to head out on his own. There's a reason the Knights work in groups of at least two. Though, this should have been something relatively easy, but it had escalated. At least he had succeeded in capturing the witch and knocked them out. Unfortunately, he was also injured.

Sinking down on the ground, stained red by blood, he breathes heavily, the world feeling a little fuzzy at the edges. It takes him too long to notice the footsteps. Had it been someone with malicious intent, he would have been in trouble. Thankfully, he looks up and sees Olruggio. They are by no means friends, but not are they enemies.

"By the power... bestowed upon... me as... a member of the Knights Moralis, I order you... to help me bring this witch to justice," is the first thing Easthies says. Not asking for help with his injuries, not explaining the situation, but asking for help to get the witch to the other Knights for processing.

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Olruggio was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He generally believed that the less trouble, the better. That's why he wasn't so happy to see the whole situation unfolding before him. There was blood all over the floor, and it was Knight Moralis's blood at that. He felt that there had been quite a fight here. No wonder, they were known for their rather brutal methods. The guy looked around, but he wasn't a real prick; if he were, he would have simply walked away and wouldn't have cared. And yet, he approached the two of them. First, he helped the knight up and briefly bandaged his wounds as best he could, before turning to his victim, whom he grabbed and knocked down.

"You're lucky you didn't encounter Qifrey, but me." He replied, rather grumpily, holding the witch by the scruff of the neck as if he were a cat. "But still, I demand some explanation, otherwise I'll let him go and you will chase him with such a wound."

[ofdraiocht]

"I'm fine!" Agott declares, a bit more angrily than intended, pushing away a hovering Qifrey. What's not fine is the spell she's working on. The lines are not prefect yet.

( @ramblingalong , inspired by the touch meme)

He stumbled, not by much and only because he wasn't expecting the girl to give him a shove away. He doesn't get mad at her. Not even a little upset. He understands that she is frustrated at the spell not working and herself and not at her teacher.

"Agott--" His tone is soft, and he crouches down a little be more at her height, instead of towering over her. "It's okay if it doesn't work like how you want it to on the first few tries."

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[ofdraiocht]

Easthies entered the room quietly, moving with a stealth that is long since ingrained into his body. He had been busy when the reports of disturbances in the Serpentback Cave came through and had not had a chance to go there in person.

Of course, he had already read the reports from his fellow Knights and there really wasn't a reason for him to be here. None at all. Yet, he found himself entering Qifrey's room, stopping by the foot of his bed.

Looking down at the man, he's telling himself it is simply to confirm that he lives, for the sake of Qifrey being able to answer questions later. Yet, something stir in his chest seeing the man like that. They had never been friends, but their paths had crossed regularly when younger since their Masters met quite a bit. Not to mention Vinanna had captured Qifrey and Olruggio doing things they perhaps shouldn't.

Knowing the other will be fine, Easthies is about to leave when Qifrey suddenly open his eye and look at him. Easthies freezes on the spot. He had been found out and he is scrambling for a reason to be there. Lying has never been one of his strengths.

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He always knew when Olly entered the room. He'd known him long enough to know the sound of his footfalls when he walked. Beldaruit was easily notified by his chair. The girls would have made too much noise letting themselves into his room and there were no hushed voices of the doctors on staff. So when the sound of someone unfamiliar entering his room, where he was forced to rest after he pushed himself going after Coco, reached his ears, his eye snapped open.

He stared at the figure a moment, taking possibly a little too long to put together who it was without his glasses, before he sat up.

"Easthies."

With most people he kept his tone light. Airy. Kind and welcoming. He didn't give Easthies the same treatment. His tone was flat and suspicious.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

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[goldentemplariumcrow]

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@ramblingalong || the pants don't fit anymore

"Not again..." Dio grumbled under his breath as he tried to get his pants past his thighs and around his ass. "... why me...?" He knew this was an upcoming consequence of his latest change in training routine, but still complained, because he didn't count on the results coming in so fast -- he'll blame it on his genetic making.

And then there was his sixth sense indicating that someone saw the struggle, so he looked at the timid set of eyes that peeked into the room and reflected on the mirror.

"Welcome back home, stella mia." He greeted and gave up on the pants, those would need Lio's touch later to make them fit properly on his body. "Had fun at the seminary?" And now it wasn't going down, because it got stuck on his thighs, this was getting ridiculous... Dio took a mental note to never buy from the rack again. "Give me five minutes to wrangle these and I'll be with you. Unless you want to come here and give me little kisses yourself."

[fancoria]

Riliphin is standing right outside the Atelier, having not found the courage to knock yet. He doesn't understand why Lord Beldaruit sent him here as a messenger when he could easily have delivered the letter through several other means, but no, his Master had been adamant that the teen took it there himself.

His stomach is in knots, palms sweaty and his heart beats fast and hard in his chest. This is the Atelier where his sister is an apprentice and he's certain everyone there knows what a useless coward he is and probably never wants to see him. He also doesn't deserve to see his sister. If he could, he would have fled, but the letter needs to be delivered.

Taking a deep breath, the teen knocks on the door.

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Olruggio was getting ready for dinner. He began preparing plates for the girls, also making sure the food didn't overheat. He knows how to use this Atelier, even when Qifrey isn't around. He had to stop into town for a moment, but Olruggio thought it might be more than just a casual stroll. Still, he didn't push him too hard. That's why the girls are in his care.

A moment later, he heard the sound of a hand knocking on the door. He sighed heavily, wondering who it could be. It was too early for it to be his friend. And it was too delicate for it to be an enemy or some kind of trouble. He thought it must be someone with a message.

With slow, long steps, he approached the door and opened it. A child appeared in his line of sight. The man's face softened, not intending to frighten him. Despite everything, this tired man was having a hard time keeping his face friendly. He looked at him curiously. At first, he wanted to say that maybe Qifrey had played another stupid prank on him and adopted another stray child—but he didn't look like one… There was something familiar about him. That blue hair. Oh.

A gentle smile appeared on his face. It must be the brother of one of Qifrey's students. He remembered how difficult this situation was.

"Please come in. You'll get some rest, at least. I'm preparing food for the girls. It wouldn't be difficult to make one more." His tone was soft, but it held a touch of warmth. He was trying his best, but unfortunately, he wasn't Qifrey, who could talk to all sorts of children.

"You probably have a message? If it's for Qifrey, then unfortunately, he's not here right now. But you can give me this letter; I'll definitely give it to him when he gets back."