#soluminus

[yewfallen]

inheritors’ search

Mission Task Board: For the last several weeks, hunters from a nearby village have been going missing without a trace. The villagers have warned them of the local folklore, that the forests of the region are protected by spirits sent by the Goddess herself to ensure that the land has time to recover and grow in the springtime rains… You set out to investigate these disappearances, but as you step into the woods, rain begins to fall. [Grants Bow +1]

    Armed with nothing more than an iron bow, Febail took to the head of the group. Though it might've seemed foolhardy, it was what felt right to him, and his steps naturally quicken along the easy terrain. With no obstacle ahead of him quite yet, all that lied then was what was behind him — a group of people who, for the most part, seemed chummy.

‘ Hey, hold up. Why am I working with these people? I can do this job by myself. ’ ‘ We've been told you'll all work well together. Why don't you give it a try? ’ 

His face twists as he thinks back on the assignment. Him? Work well with strangers? On what grounds? Because Lana was there to help him out? He's tried to figure it out the whole trek there to no avail, and so he tries to create a distance between himself and the rest of the investigation party so as to not be caught up in small talk along the way, but the second they arrive at the woods, he turns to suggest,  “ Hey, let's split up. That way, we'll cover more gr— ”

Drip.

He feels a droplet of water hit his nose and he looks skywards, only to be greeted with the heavens beginning to cry a storm.

“ ...Damn it. ”  Febail lets loose a sigh, bringing his gaze back down to the rest of the group.  “ Never mind, we’re sticking together. It’ll be a pain if we split up and one of you gets sick alone out here. ”

[elysofnir]

PRETEND THIS IS FOR CELICA IM TOO LAZY TO LOG OUT ⚔

[ Celica and Tana have entered the fight! ]

⚔ VERSUS ⚔

Battle Theme: [ FFXIII: Blinded by Light ]

Battle Intro: “May the best princess win~”

Victory: “Aha! Crowned number one!”

Defeat: “I must accept this defeat with utmost grace, but this won’t be the last battle!”

Taunt: “Is that it? I expected more from the warrior priestess.”

Reacting to Taunt: “What a base insult!”

Tie: “It seems we are evenly matched.”

Perfect Victory: “Chin up, princess, your crown will slip.”

Final Finisher: “Behold! One last blow!”

⚔ TAG-TEAM ⚔

Assist: “On my way!”

Celica Down During Assist: “Lady Celica! I’ll be right there!”

Using Item on Celica: “No ifs or buts, take this.”

Healing/Buffing Celica: “Be strong.”

Tag-Team Special: “You will bow before us!”

[laflorenata]

🧶

Harvest moon | Not accepting

     Volunteer work, while not required by the university, always looked more attractive and it helped the community just a little. The dance club had signed up to do needlework with the elderly, mostly as a way to spend time and keep them company. For a dance team, she finds it a bit odd that they wouldn’t simply perform a routine if it was cheap entertainment the organization wanted from them. Appeal to the targeted audience and all that, so embroidery and knitting it was. However, the girl still found it hard to focus or attempt at making her own neat, it felt as if every stitch woven took a year off her lifespan. 

     “Lene.” She nudges the girl beside her. She wanted to try and dip out of the home, but felt eyes on them from all around. So, she might as well make light of the situation. 

     “This kind of looks like a leaf, right?” She holds up the hoop, a giant ball of orange, red, and yellow with messy long and short lines of floss woven (or attempted so) through it. Whoever created those aesthetic embroidery hoops of flowers and bikes had the patience and hand of a saint. Or maybe they had a lot of time on their hands. Laughter erupts from her as she admired her own mess.

     “On second thought, maybe I should say it’s abstract.”

[theindigoflirt]

[Fight] - Lene wasn't really big on fighting. She only ever learned how to use a sword out of necessity, as a form of protection against those who would do her harm. Even being in this arena was less out of enjoyment, and more because she wanted test her skills. But as Lene comes face-to-face with the debonair smile of her next opponent, she has a feeling this match will be more /fun/ than anything. With one hand gripping her sword, and the other placed to her hip, she smirks. "Shall we dance?"

Floralia 2020! - Accepting 

Inigo hasn’t stopped grinning. 

Fighting in a tournament is quite literally a dream come true. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine he’s on Arena Ferox’s stage, surrounded by a cheering crowd. The best swordsmen from across the continent are all assembled, eager to give their all for the love of the craft. 

He might be reading too much into the Academy’s version--there’s no title at stake, just bragging rights. And this “stage” is nothing more than the training grounds. It’s tiny and different and Inigo adores it. There’s a reason he’s considered a hopeless romantic. 

Aw, now isn’t this a wonderful turn of events! Quite the lovely smirk decorates an even lovelier face. “Heh, that should be my line! After you, my lady,” Inigo winks, twirling his sword as he sinks into a ready position. 

He hasn’t stopped grinning. 

[keen-kin]

[Bracelets] - "Here ya go! A gift, from me to you." Lene hands her a bracelet made from purple and white floss. Maybe it was a little simple... not some expensive bangle, or extravagant necklace. But it was crafted with sincerity, and sentiment. A gesture of gratitude for the friendship they shared, and an acknowledgement of all they've been through thus far. "Isn't it cute? It'll match your outfits!" She chuckles, "But, seriously... thanks for being such a good friend, Larcei."

“Oh my…” Larcei pulled Lene into a brief hug before she could finish her sentence. It was an honour to receive such a lovely gift. Taking it, she immediately put it onto her right wrist. It was a snug fit, and Larcei smiled even more, with the plan of wearing it always from now on. Lene couldn’t have known how precious a gift it was, but Larcei always had a high regard for the protective power one’s accessories could have.

 “It’s perfect…” Tears were forming in her eyes from happiness. “I’ll treasure it forever!” Holding her hand up to admire it, she noticed all the details and small imperfections, showing just how much effort had been put into it. “Lene, thank you so much. I really appreciate our friendship as well, I hope we can continue being as close as we are now.”

[making-dough]

🎃 Our muses carving Jack-O-Lanterns

autumn prompts - closed

♠  ~ There's probably an art to carving a jack-o-lanterns somewhere. An art that if it existed, Farina had never heard of and clearly wasn't going to pay attention to. Perhaps, she really should've.

Cerulean eyes glance towards the dancer’s own creation. A beautifully hollowed-out lantern with round eyes holes and a jagged mouth. So round and smooth it was almost like a work of art.

The blue-haired jock glanced back at her own work-in-progress. Did this even still look like a pumpkin to start with? Probably not. It looked more like this random orange-y blob that someone decided to stab full of holes.

Farina shot another bitter glance at Lene's far prettier creation, her ever-present grin beginning to twitch. Now, that was practically a work of art. All round and beautifully carved.

She turned her glare back towards her own lump. Now, why doesn't hers look like that?

[theindigoflirt]

🦇 Our muses decorating for Halloween

Autumn Prompts

Dragging the last box out of storage, Inigo can’t hold back on his sneeze any longer. Ugh, they really should dust in there more often. “Sorry,” he says to Lene, beginning to open the tubs. The unique scent of plastic and cinnamon wafts up, bringing with it memories of Halloween past. Why try to budget money for upgraded decorations when you can use the same things over and over again? 

Really, he wouldn’t even be here except that pretty new girl volunteered to help set up. And as the dance teacher’s son, it’s his duty to show Lene around, right? “Whaddya think? Should we start with fake pumpkins or fake leaves?” Inigo asks, holding up a garland of bright orange, yellow, and green oak leaves. “Mom usually hangs this around the doorframe but I think we should change it up this year.” 

[encursed]

🍆 Our muses exploring a farmer’s market

autumn’s here (accepting!)

"Tch, errands."

Veronica grumbles as she wanders the farmer's market, alone and bundled up in autumn clothes. Mitted hands stuff tightly in jacket pockets as the girl slinks up to a stall selling fresh fruits and vegetables. Miserably, she scans the boxes that line the counter, searching for "the best ones you can find, my darling dear" as Loki had told her.

They all looked the same to her. A carrot was a carrot, a squash was a squash; why she had to tediously scout out the "good ones" was beyond her. All at the cost of her precious time, too-- there were so many more productive things she could do aside from whatever the hell this was. She lets out a long sigh as she hovers over the produce.

"Why can't she just go here on her own? Or at least go with me? I don't know anything about this damn market... Why I ought to pop that woman’s little head off when next I see her--"

Veronica stops and glances over to her side. A green-haired girl stares at her, emerald eyes wide and curious with a spark of amusement hiding within, no doubt at the violent muttering she had so carelessly been spewing. In an effort to ease the tension, Veronica grabs the nearest vegetable she can grasp-- an eggplant-- and raises it to her eyes as though to examine it.

"Oh. Hello,” she greets with a nod, “I'm just… browsing the wares."