#scripted: blade

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masquerade starter for @antiifragiles ft. luca and blade

blade wasn’t a gentleman – not by any means – and he didn’t like posh events like this. they always reminded him of the privileged rich who enjoy their lives too comfortably and too extravagantly. however, putting the mask on, suddenly he could pretend he was one of them just once. he stood tall as he bowed before someone, eye looking through his lashes and past his mask. he wasn’t the best dancer, but he could pretend – especially for a boy he could pretend was his luca. how pathetic was that? “deign me with a dance – just one so i can admire your beauty. you remind me of the delicate stars at home, so beautiful but distant. all i long for is to walk amongst those stars and i will get not closer than i am with you,” he said softly as he righted himself and held out his hand.

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open carnival starter ft. blade // @scatteredstart​

blade playfully placed himself in front of the wall of balloons, the small cup of sharp darts in front of the other. he was far too much a risk taker and an event like this gave him too many ideas when it came to being in dangerous situations. “if you can manage to pop three balloons, then you get the prize, right? i’m just helping you with your aim. if you hit me, i hope you intend on patching me up. or, finish the job by putting me out of my misery,” he teased. there was a glint in his eye as he pointed at his eyes patch. “if you hit the bullseye, however, i may award you in a way that’s much more than little stuffed animal.” he hadn’t an idea yet of what that was, but he had little hopes it would happen.

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event starter for @gvlesofsong ft. waylen and blade

blade placed a heavy blanket around the other’s shoulders, having brought up two chairs in front of the furnace that kept his shop running and warm. he placed a beer into the other’s hand as he sat. waylen didn’t ask for one, but he figured that he would certainly be thirsty. “so, you’re interview starts now — what sort of experience do you have with sword, knives, spears, and the like?” he playfully asked before taking a sip of his own bottle. his hand lightly patted the other’s shoulder. “just kidding. you look like you haven’t been in a fight in your life. how are you going to make it out there when you get cornered by somebody? just going to accept your fate?” he asked. it was hard for him to imagine living life without having any combat knowledge or skill.

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closed starter for @gvlesofsong​ // ft. blade

“poor creature lost in the woods,” blade said as he heard the break of twigs underneath someone’s foot. “i know you all love to come here to look around, but i would advise not doing so tonight,” he lightly warned as he stood from where he sat. “especially you, cecil. though we haven’t found anything dangerous in these woods yet, a full moon is approaching tonight. no matter where you are, strange things happen under such a bright moon – men grow bloodthirsty, animals wary and skittish, and strange things crawl out of their hiding places,” he said ominously, enjoying the little stories he’s heard of beasts. now, if only he’d met one. but, that was exactly why he was waiting for nightfall this day. “i don’t want to undermine your strength, but i don’t recall you tell me how skilled you were in combat. or, fighting in general. when i slay a beast, you can come thank me for keeping you and the town safe,” he teased.

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closed starter for @sweetillusicn​ // ft. blade

a frustrated groan escaped blade as he threw yet another scrap of metal into a pile, huffing as he placed his hands on his hips. “how can an entire town not hold one sword? what sort of perfect, defenseless place is this?” he still had a small dagger on him, but he was missing the comforting weight of two short swords in his hands. he didn’t trust the townsfolk and knew he would need to defend himself – or attack – at any moment. “you’re rather small, you wouldn’t happen to have seen something in the tinier places?” he asked, more as a joke to ease his frustration than a real jab at the other’s height. “or, maybe you’re a little squirrel and you’ve hidden all weapons away in your little den.”

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starter for @pinkvencm​ // ft. blade

blade was lingering on the edge of the town, the night sky quite clear. he was having difficulties actually being part of the mismatched town – he wasn’t used to being so openly walking about, able to be spotted by anyone. while the only person he actually knew wouldn’t have ratted him out, habit had a way of being persistent. that was until he saw him – luca. his eye widened in disbelief, feet moving on their own as he quickly approached the other. there was no way he was going to allow luca to slip away a second time. his hold on the other’s arm was gentle yet firm. “luca! what… why are you out here asking to be attacked? you can’t anyone here,” he said, trying to make up an excuse to stop the other. it was a stupid excuse.