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@starpaletted replied to your post “"Planacardia tomorrow... Weird." March 7th is...”:
"Then you'll have to be the hero this time around, spotlight's on you, March!" - caelus
"Thank you Caelus! I promise this won't be a boring time!" Could she be thinking about something? Maybe.
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[TXT] : you're not gonna believe this.. [ caelus to sparkle! @starpaletted ]
[ TXT ] : Oh? What’s happened this time, gray hair?
[ TXT ] : Heeeellloooo? Dear me, you take forever to respond.
[ TXT ] : I don’t have all day, gray hair. Respond now or forever be silenced~
[ TXT ] : Threeee…
[ TXT ] : Twwwwoooooo…
[ TXT ] : One. Fine, I guess you don’t really want to tell me. I’m hurt, gray hair. Maybe it’s best we don’t text for a while.
Each text came in one after the other, less than a minute after the Trailblazer had initially text her. Behind the screen, she was giggling, throwing her phone on the bed before jumping on top of it for herself. “Sucker.”
"Happy Birthday, um. Agumon-- My Agumon thought you would like some new gloves since you seem to punch a lot." Takuma holds out the gloves, and another gift. It's just a simple box of mixed sweet and savoury snacks. // @starpaletted
MASARU'S BIRTHDAY! (HAPPENS APIRL 2nd but accepting asks till the 5th!)
Masaru blinked once at the unexpected offering, the moment catching him completely off guard. Of all the things he’d been ready for today, this hadn’t even made the list.
“...Huh?” he let out, dumbfounded for a beat as his eyes flicked from the gloves… to the snacks… and back again.
Then it clicked.
His expression shifted, the surprise melting into something warmer, quieter. Not his usual loud, punch-first energy, but something a little more grounded. He reached out, taking the gloves first, turning them over in his hands like he was sizing them up for a fight they hadn’t even been in yet.
“Heh… you got good instincts,” Masaru said, a small grin tugging at his lips. “These’ll definitely see some action.”
He flexed his fingers slightly, as if already imagining the impact, then gave a satisfied nod before tucking them under one arm. His gaze dropped to the box next, and he picked it up with a bit more care than expected.
“Snacks too, huh…” he muttered, softer this time.
For a brief second, something reflective passed through his expression. Birthdays weren’t exactly something he made a big deal out of. Not with everything that usually came with his life. But this? This was simple. Thoughtful. Real.
“…Thanks,” he said, more firmly now, looking back up.
Then, just like that, the spark came back.
“Guess I’ve got no excuse now,” Masaru added with a smirk, giving the gloves a light tap against his palm. “I’ll have to put on a good show next fight.” He glanced down at the snacks again, then let out a quiet huff of amusement.
“Though I might need to protect these first,” he added under his breath, already aware that anything edible in his general vicinity had a very short life expectancy. Still, he held onto both gifts without setting them down, like he wasn’t in a hurry to let them go.
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"I saw you staring at the gachapon machine," Caelus starts, then he digs into his pockets. Capsule after capsule comes pouring out, some dropping as he couldn't hold onto them all. "But | didn't know which machine or charm you wanted, so I went through them all until I got one of everything." [ Caelus to Sparkle! ]
For a brief moment, surprise clouds her expression. The generosity and patience it must have taken to spend hundreds of credits on these gacha machines—her mind attempting to wander back to a time when someone had done something so sweet for her.
No such memory comes to mind.
"Aren't you quite the gentleman?" The question came out teasing, but there was a genuine tug at her heart-strings. "Tell you what, if you can beat me in a game of rock--paper--scissors, you can keep any three of your choosing~" The pronunciation of the game's name came out as a flirtatious purr, her right palm outstretched while her other balls into a fist. She looks him in the eye, fully prepared to hand him a defeat of a lifetime.
"Rock, paper, scissors.. shoot!"
The hand that had been in a tight fist had remained that way, indiciating her chosen method of winning to be rock. But as that happened, she stands on her toes, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. It was gentle, and the heat that radiated from his skin offered an irreplacable warmth that seemed to spread across her face--or, she was just blushing. Sparkle smiles, her mouth travelling to the shell of his ear.
"Thank you, gray-hair."
"Kweh!" The small yellow chocobo looks up to Robin, then towards the floating ice-cream. They find it strange that it's just floating about in Penacony, and doesn't appear to be melting either. Turning their tiny body around, they tilt their head to the side with a questioning hum.
" *Blip* Query. Why is consumable food left out in the open like this? My companion Alpha, wishes to know. Please provide accurate information. I, Omega, also have my own queries. Suchwho you are. Your posters are on buildings. Analysis. *Blip* You hold an important status here. Is this true?"
[ for robin, and also @starpaletted since i couldn't do it on anon </3 ]
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Oh! What a cute little bird… And she'd so hoped it was a bird! Robin's not really sure what she's looking at. She's not even surprised when he speaks to her. And she laughed when he started talking about ice cream. Is it really that strange? "Hmm? Oh. Don't you think it's quite practical? Why limit yourself when there's ice cream on every street in every corner of the city! One of Penacona's many interesting attractions."
She gave him a gentle wink. "I'm Robin. I'm a singer, and I'm also in charge here. Therefore, I'm quite important. If you have any more questions, I'd be happy to answer them."
She could hear the noise of someone shuffling; it took a second for her to register who it was. Someone heavier, taller. It had to be Blade. She opens her mouth, debating if she should actually speak. A selfish request hangs on her tongue. Isn't this asking too much? She should have done it herself sooner.
"Bl...Blade?" Whispering softly, Firefly swallows. "You're going to Planarcadia soon, right?" She has to pause, let her heart settle before continuing on. "If I may...Ask one simple request of you before I fall asleep again, or fade. There is a gift. If it doesn't conflict with The Script, could you give it to Caelus for me? Or to Silver Wolf, at least. It should be a glass orb in my room. One that...Looks like fireworks on the inside." [ Firefly to Blade @starpaletted ]
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Blade did not reach for the gift immediately.
He looked at it first.
A thin panel. Smooth. Artificial. Quiet in a way that felt deliberate, as if it were holding its breath. His gaze lingered on its surface, faintly reflective, catching fragments of the room in broken angles. For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he took it.
His grip was careful, almost at odds with the violence that lived in his hands. The screen flickered to life at the slight shift, casting soft color across his face. Bursts of light bloomed in silence. Gold fractured into violet. Crimson scattered like embers across a night that wasn’t there.
Fireworks.
Not real. Not fleeting. Not something that vanished the moment it dared to be beautiful.
Blade watched the loop play once. Twice.
His expression did not change much, but something in his gaze stilled… sharpened inward instead of outward. A memory brushed against him, indistinct and unwelcome. Light blooming against darkness. Something warm. Something had gone before it could be held.
“...Persistent,” he said quietly.
(Not like the real thing. These don’t die the moment they’re seen.)
His thumb shifted slightly along the edge of the device, grounding himself in its weight. Artificial light continued to bloom and collapse in endless repetition, untouched by time, untouched by loss.
He exhaled, slowly.
“The Trailblazer,” he added, voice low, steady again. “Will understand it.”
(A gift that doesn’t fade. That stays, even when everything else burns out. You chose that on purpose.)
Blade lowered the screen just enough to look at her fully now. There was something measured in that look. Not soft, not warm, but not entirely untouched either.
“You didn’t pick this frivolously.”
(You picked it because it says something you won’t.)
A brief pause. The fireworks reflected once more across his eyes, distant constellations trapped behind glass.
“…I’ll deliver it.”
Caelus hum in thought as he weighs Dan Heng's tail in his hands, fingers scratching towards the end where the flame-like shape. "Hey Dan Heng-- If I fell, would you catch me with your tail?" The curious glint in his eye looks like he's ready to find an excuse to try.
And so he attempts to, Caelus quickly stands up, then leaps into the air, close to faceplanting on the ground.
CAELUS NO-! (Always Accepting)
Dan Heng had been pondering what the most practical steps they could take next as they dealt with their current circumstances. So when Caleus asked about his tail, while touching it, the vidyahara's shifted to focus solely on the Trailblazer as he processed their question.
'"Why-", it was so sudden, Dan Heng didn't even get to inquire what exactly sparked this line of thought. All it took was to see Caelus leaping into the air and poised to fall face-first into the ground! His tail wrapped around Caelus's ankle and hoisted the reckless little raccoon into the air, having him meet Dan Heng's eye level, while being held upside down.
"...", he just stared at Caelus before giving a sigh with an amused half-smile briefly appearing on his face before returning to a more neutral expression. "Satifsied?" Yes, he was still holding Caleus with his tail, and he was debating on just keeping him like this to keep the raccoon out of mischief or actual danger.
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"Argenti, could you tell me more about how you learned to wield a lance? Your fighting style is different from Dan Heng and General Jing Yuan, so I was wondering if it was techniques exclusive to the Knights of Beauty, or something you developed yourself. I usually just charge in with my lance, but your strikes are always so elegant." Caelus stares at him, eager to hear what Argenti was willing to share. [ caelus to argenti @starpaletted ]
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"How one weilds their weapon is often not like others, unless it is a practiced art amongst others." The words ring out loud and clear, repeating them word for word as his master once taught him. Except, this is not a lesson; it's just another conversation. To which he immediately cleared his throat, ushering out a small apology for his quick response before he took the time to think it through. How he should answer such a question, after all, it meant a curiosity over the nature of something that he'd worked so hard on, not for the praise but for his duty. Yet, it is heartwarming that it is noticed how much effort he puts into his fighting style, the one he's refined over centuries.
"My dear friend, your words are far too kind for me, pray know that I don't deserve such praise for simply acting as is fitting of a knight." Practiced smile adorning his features, but it's more true in the presence of company he holds dear while he summons the aforementioned lance. Actually, he simply holds out a hand, in the distance, a spark of light before abruptly Trandafirul Lamentului flies into his outstretched grasp, carefully spun with his hands before he plants the tip down, bringing his beloved weapon into sight in all its glory.
The lance is longer than his entire height, from tip to end, it long surpasses six feet in length, the multicolored hues upon it with the symbol engraved into it towards the top, giving it a flat, blunt side if he were to strike at something with the side of it. A weapon crafted with gentleness engraved into it, but with just as many offensive capabilities given the jagged edges of the shapes 'decor'. The shape is reminiscent of a heart and a wing motif within, yet it appears ensnared or broken within. Its name alone, if ever uttered, if anyone ever knew, would immediately give it all away.
"That depends, my friend, on how much you wish to know? While I was indeed taught the ways of the knights of beauty, alike any other knight, I have crafted my own fighting style when I became an Honor-Clad."
