#stellarhistoria

[melpcmene-arch]

@stellarhistoria ( wolfwood! ) / vash-centric starter call

He's glaring right at Wolfwood, mentally trying to blow his head with his mind. Was it successful? Of course it wasn't. No lick of success. "Y'know. If you wanted something to eat, I could've gotten you something as well! Look! Plate! Empty! You rob me off sating my hunger!"

[irreversiblemelody]

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Socks stands there a moment, processing what's been said, it's always a struggle to pay attention to what people were saying on the job. Well, 95% of the time anyway. Off work... who knows, it's not like they have anyone to talk to. At most, they're talked *at*.

They don't really know why, and had hazarded a guess that it was because they want it to be over. But who knew? There was a lot that was wrong with them that nobody had bothered to address outside arguments and fights.

A lot they dismissed as normal inconvenience. Surely it was common.

But that was neither here nor there, they note his claws. Sharp, too close to their hands. But the same can be said for their's and his hands. Their own are painted blue and black Simple half-and-half, they hadn't had the energy for more. Decorated weapons that wouldn't hesitate to use if need be.

In answer, they shake their head a few times and say,

"No, far a'th I'm aware, the box will be inviolable. Hm... how about thi'th? I will remain nearby to help dimini'th'h your fear of bomb'th or expol'th'ives or whatever. I do know that there are three thing'th in there, and you.... definitely need them."

Too many damn 'S's in that whole damn statement. They needed one of those machines that let people put words in and it would talk for them. A marvel they never could remember the name of, they'd seen it in a few dimensions. Ah well, focus, focus. Focus...

They don't push more, letting him take that in and decide what to do. Honestly, even if he decides to keep it closed or try to hand it back, it would find its way back to him. Fate was an inexorable thing....the bastard. One way or another that box would be opened by this stranger, and Then *after* that occured, he had some choices. Accept the items, or tempt Fate and do an endless variety of things with them. Though it never seemed that serious to most unless they were told. And convinced. And explained to. [Ugh]

Otherwise, It was just refusing weird junk.

Hopefully, they wouldn't have to stay and watch this go on. But because there's been no automatic portal back home, and they're getting the nagging feeling that they're going to be /blocked/ should they make their own or use the magick chalk. Basically that the magick chalk would make a door....but lead nowhere but back here. And that feeling isn't often wrong about Fate's and Kiki's bullshit. Universe kill them now.

"Up to you."

[sweetxsymphony]

@stellarhistoria

"Excuse me? I require funds so I may acquire sweets necessary to restore my calories. Can you be of assistance?" The downside of being on her own was not having Anna to pay for her sweets.

[novastrae]

@stellarhistoria for broker / lyric starter call / cool knife bro

" Some days I feel the hero, other days I feel the villain. "

[nerditudes]

@stellarhistoria liked for a ZACK starter

"The buster sword suits you."

Zack Fair-- the man who should have died-- but didn't.

Or at least-- he had? Maybe? Some strange twist of fate had led to him surviving his last stand. He wasn't sure how or why. But he had been driven to Wutai-- like a moth to a flame. It was like something inside Cloud called out to him.

Like a beacon.

"I'm glad you're alright, Cloud. I was pretty worried about ya-- but look at you now. I hear you're a mercenary-- and you made quite a name for yourself back in Midgar."

[goddessofsuns]

@stellarhistoria asked : [ zack to shiranui ]

"Tell me about it." the far younger man, only in his middle age years, smiles warmly, making an open handed gesture to speak, to continue, to not hide. "No one should have to shoulder the weight of eternity on their own. If it may help, I'd... like to at least listen, though I may not fully understand."

He steps back at the sudden voice. Eyes a bit wide as the other caught him off guard. How’d he even know what he was? He tried not to make it obvious! Who even was this person?

“You should leave. I’m not one to talk to mortals.” He huffs looking away from him.

[erabundus]

@stellarhistoria &&. said... [ Diluc ] "I've been so drowned in paperwork for the Winery that I've barely seen sunlight for the last four days."

he  supposes  he  feels  some  measure  of  SYMPATHY  in  that  regard.  there  are  countless  things  ren  doesn't  necessarily  miss  about  the  fatui  —  the  people,  the  tedious  experiments,  being  ordered  to  waste  his  time  dawdling  in  the  most  UNPLEASANT  places  teyvat  has  to  offer.  ( ... dottore. ) technically paperwork  was  never  much  of  an  issue,  courtesy  of  his  ability  to  go  without  sleep  indefinitely  —  extra  hours  in  the  day  to  chip  through  the  mindless  busywork.  he  certainly  didn't  ENJOY  IT,  but  he  also  can't  recall  a  time  he  was  ever  made  to  lock  himself  away  for  so  long  in  a  desperate  bid  to  fight  the  flood.  even  the  essays  he  finds  himself  writing  now  hardly  compare.  (  though  perhaps  that  says  more  about  his  capabilities  as  a  student.  )  he  doesn't  think  he  has  the  patience  to  spend  four  consecutive  days  locked  away  with  only  dry  paperwork  for  company;  he  would  probably  escape  through  a  window  after  two. 

❝  that's  bad  for  your  health.  ❞   he  quips  —  more  a  statement  of  fact  than  an  expression  of  CONCERN.  humans  are  more  similar  to  plants  than  they're  willing  to  admit;  both  need  ample  amounts  of  water  and  light,  or  they're  bound  to  meet  a  miserable  end.  ❝  have  you  checked  yourself  in  a  mirror  lately?  lack  of  sun  can  lead  to  premature  hair  loss ...  ❞  miscellaneous  trivia  courtesy  of  loitering  around  dottore's  lab  on  and  off  for  several  hundred  years.  it isn't a lie  —  though of  course,  the  other  looks  completely  fine.  he  doesn't  think  diluc  is  the  type  to  get  rattled  over  something  so  SUPERFICIAL,  but  it  doesn't  hurt  to  push  his  buttons  a  bit.

❝  what  kind  of  paperwork  would  a  winery  necessitate  that  takes  up  so  much  of  your  time?  ❞  the  wanderer  asks  instead.  his  CURIOSITY  is  genuine;  he  has  a  vague  idea  what  such  a  thing  might  entail  —  but  he  isn't  shy  about  being  just  a  bit  nosy,  regardless.

[fated-stars]

Starter for @stellarhistoria​ !!

{♕} Well, that...was a mistake. 

Sora thought to himself as he limped from the wreckage of the Gummi ship. He had attempted to fly himself to visit Cid in Traverse Town, but a meteor had knocked him off course. Losing control of the ship once it had been hit, Sora plummeted towards Port Royal. Upon waking up, he crawl out of the wreckage and began hobbling towards the port. He should have brought Goofy or Donald with him...but he was excited to finally have the keys to himself, he didn’t think he needed to bring any of them. 

Once he reached the port, he reached for the nearest person, lightly tugging at the back of their coat. “Uhm-..excuse me..? ..could...you point me towards the nearest...d..doctor’s office?”