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[daxned]

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"My boss, Cecil, would definitely target you in one of his dress-ups," she says in thought. If he saw someone who had potential, then he probably would want to make nice outfits for them. That's the kind of vibe she got.

"Have you considered working as a model?"

[witchful-eye]

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★ Being stripped of his ability to cast his magic had been a blow, and that was even an understatement. What good was a witch who couldn’t do magic? And even worse, what good was a witch who relied for his income and his very purpose in life on the ability to draw magic and couldn’t do it? Even knowing that the people most important to him were safe and well taken care of didn’t ease the existential dread Olruggio had been feeling the past days. Time and time again he would try to draw the simplest of glyphs only to be met with…well, nothing.

Moping and sulking were just as much on the menu for his daily life as breathing and (occasionally) sleeping. A fact that slowly started to greatly affect his mood.

Usually he would struggle with ideas rather than execution but lacking in both departments was a fate worse than death – not to be dramatic. But it was no use, even without the active ability, he still needed to keep his skill sharp. So with his notepad and pen in hand, the witch sat down underneath a tree to keep his penmanship steady and accurate. Constant practice was the best he could do in a situation like this. However, besides the general glyph and circle practice, Olruggio began drawing things he saw around: small shrubbery, the occasional animal passing by, as well as one or the other pedestrian.

One person in particular had caught his interest by virtue of her unusual appearance, absentmindedly staring at her while he tried to replicate her likeness with ink on paper.

[gibraltarborn]

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The way Flint's brown eyes had been boring into the other's from a distance might've been a little creepy to those who didn't know her. But she meant no harm. She was simply entranced by the other girl's aura and appearance. It was nothing like she'd seen before. So, though she would've preferred eyeing from a distance, she decided to pursuit her.

"Your clothes and hair are so bright." She said, coming near her but leaving some distance between them. Fangs trotted along, only a few inches away from the two women. "I've never seen such a hair color. How did you do that?"

[faechivalrous]

What she's learned so far about this city is...well, it does help somewhat in alleviating her disorientation, however incomplete it is. But in simple terms, it isn't enough for her. There are four wards, others have also been called here (though, curiously, not all Servants and not even all human or faerie), the hole in the middle of the city leads to some void not unlike the pit that the Camelot of her homeland encircled--but who has called them here? Why have they been called? Does this place reside within Proper Human History, or in some other sort of offshoot?

These...are questions she likely won't be able to answer today, nor without considerable time spent investigating, two realities that don't sit well with her. But some of the other curiosities she has, such as what the other wards are really like, are ones that she can satisfy at any time.

And so, she has decided there is no better time than the present. She's decided this, at least, until she actually opens the door and steps outside to see another familiar face, walking down the road.

"...Melusine." The Tam Lin who took on Lancelot's name is...a complicated subject for her. It's not that complicated, actually--Barghest knows for certain that she doesn't like Melusine all that much. It's more of a question of the reasoning; they don't actually disagree on much of substance, it's just...something about her personality irks her, for some reason. And as certain as she is about the feeling, she's less concrete about exactly what that reason is. "They're keeping the three of us in one area, I suppose. Do you think that's by accident, or on purpose?"

[sunderblades]

browsing the stores was maybe not such a good idea, especially as the two little glass trinkets she's stuck on both look so cute. one shaped into a dog and the other a cat, until a third catches her eye, this time a crane. oh! but the paperweight could be useful in future.

how is she supposed to decide like this? perhaps a passerby could help choose, and as it just so happens... "excuse me, one moment please." she tries catching the attention of a young looking girl with a small wave. "would you mind helping? I'd be happy to repay you for your time."

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[hetuvidya]

"weird place to be practicing, don't you think?" his comment comes without warning, given he'd only been watching in silence before, curious as to why anyone would be swinging a sword around on a public beach of all places. by normal standards, people tend to find somewhere remote to avoid any mishaps. there are forests perfect for this kind of thing, even an arena he'd heard word of in passing. but here? unless a meeting is meant to be taking place soon or something of the like. "do you usually just wave that around wherever you want, or is this a one off?"

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[starlightdive]

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"Oh by the twelve-I'm so sorry!" with a long-suffering sigh, Lilli plucks her dragonet companion from his perch on this girl's shoulder. She earns herself a disapproving chirp for the trouble, but the baby dragon seems fairly unbothered otherwise.

"He doesn't usually land on people like that; not sure what's gotten into him." She offers an apologetic smile, holding a descendant of the first brood in one arm like a misbehaving housecat.

"Are you all right? He's harmless, I swear- hope he didn't startle you."

[ocenon]

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Coming from the mostly arid climate of Snowfield (a misnomer if there ever was one), it's a wonder to actually see snow for a change. It's not hard to get immediately wrapped into the spirit of the season, as Richard spends time wandering around the Cotes Ward with a glint of excitement in his eyes.

The pixies and frost fairies in particular are particularly interesting, as the Saber converses with them, seemingly about what they're currently peddling and the games they're offering. He knows better than to simply take them at their word, of course, but he can't help but be a little bit curious.

Noticing someone come up, he picks his head up, smiling brightly in greeting.

"Well met! You wouldn't happen to be familiar with what these sprites were interested in receiving as payment, are you?"