#stellavirdis

[scarfheroine]

@stellavirdis​ ♡’d for a starter

“Sorry!” Apology is sincere, bow is deep, scarf dangles off her shoulders in a sweeping gesture. It does not last longer than a brief moment, because she is quick to drop to her knees to help gather up spilled groceries. 

What a wonderful first impression she must be making on this poor stranger. 

This is— he is one of Marry’s new friends, right...? Distantly, she has watched, she has been very good at watching all this time— be assured other girl is doing safe. Happy. She does not have many people to fret over here, after all, so she takes solace in what little she does have here. So she has seen man hang around her, does not begrudge Marry of that, of course ( Ayano is happy if everyone else is happy, after all ); but can conclude he must not be too bad to have earned her trust.

( Still, she’ll be the judge of that, thank you! Sorry Marry, she’s only got your own best interests at heart. It’s the older sibling instinct speaking.  )

[marryonette]

The moment Marry had woken up in a stranger’s apartment, in a place she didn’t know, she had freaked. She didn’t remember straight away the circumstances that had brought her there, that she’d fallen asleep in their arms and begged them not to leave her, and so she’d darted up and straight out the door without a word--

Afterwards she had remembered and though she was still absolutely mortified by the situation and her actions. They had rescued her from the crowd, helped her down from the tree, held her as she sobbed and she had run away without even being able to say thank you.

So, as soon as she’d gotten back to her apartment (and met her roommate for the first time, as well), Marry had been trying to come up with a plan to do so. Unfortunately, every time she had approached the door to their apartment, she had found herself fleeing before she could even knock--

That was why she had placed a cutely written thank you note wrapped around a detailed and lifelike paper flower on their welcome mat. Why she had rung the doorbell. Why she had turned to run away quickly, but found herself slipping and now face first into the ground as the stranger opens the door behind her to the sight of a flower and a fallen fluff ball.

@crimsonshouts​ @stellavirdis​

[jokarnofuru]

@stellavirdis

     The artist’s studio is...not what he expected.

     Considering the state that the island was in, Akira shouldn’t be surprised to see how ruined it is, yet it hurts him for whatever reason. He’s not the best with art (especially considering who was the artist among his group of friends) but even so, he can still tell that this place is...not the place it was once upon a time.

     It reminds him in so many ways of what happened back with Madarame and Yusuke, but in some ways it’s not the same. There wasn’t anything that proved it to be similar, but maybe it’s just because the artist had become important to him as a friend and teammate...or it’s just him relating this to something that’s familiar to him to make more sense of it.

     Maybe the painting is why it reminds him of the artist - a woman smiling with a pocket watch in hand. Thoughts of the Sayuri pop up in his mind, and he has to look away to prevent himself from tearing up too much. It just brings back memories that mean a lot to him, even though it feels like so long ago when it happened (it was barely even a year ago).

     Akira looks around, only to see someone entering the studio. “Are you here to investigate too?” He asks, the words leaving his mouth before he has much of a chance to think.

[chamberoftruth-blog]

> starter for @stellavirdis​ !!

*Ding-aling-aling*

Kirigiri gave a steady exhale as she entered the store. She’d been sleuthing just about all morning and sleuthing with very little leads turns out to be rather taxing, and not to mention trying. The frustration creeping into her head dictated that she should leave the monotonous droning of the crowds and take a moment to recharge and reassimilate herself somewhere quiet. Spying an unassuming storefront a little out of the way from the thoroughfare she decided to invite herself in.

Her shoulders laxed as the door closed behind her. Finally. Peace. She shed her jacket and laid it over her shoulder as she examined the interior. The menu, and not to mention the smell... It seemed to be some sort of tea shop. Although, the odd knick-knacks laying around suggested it might be something else, too.

Pushing her curiosity back in determination to rest, she wistfully approached the front counter. Paying the supposed proprietor no mind for the moment, she took a closer look at what was on offer. She was by no mean adverse to tea, a cup every now and then helped the mind cope with the rush of day-to-day life, but she was technically on the job right now. What she needed was something to keep her going for the rest of the day...

“Excuse me. Master?” She called for the bespectacled young man’s attention. “I understand that this store specializes in teas, but do happen to have any coffees available?”

It was meant to be a simple question, but it may have come out a little more brusque than it should’ve. Chalk one up for fatigue.

[goosewithmanybells]

Goose is walking alone, minding their own business... But alas! The Boy approaches! The Boy with his Glasses and his Toy! Goose is offended by He who runs screaming from Goose!

Frankly, it hurt Goose’s feelings. Goose understands that they are a very mighty being but the Boy ran from them before Goose had even done anything. At least let Goose DO something first!

And so, to give The Boy a reason to truly fear Goose, to make The Boy regret shunning Goose... They HONK, chasing after The Boy.

...Who isn’t really The Boy, but a different boy with glasses. Goose does not understand the difference.

@stellavirdis​

[gouyokus]

while it was definitely a hole in the wall kind of shop, it was definitely quaint, and an older couple he frequently helps around swears by their teas; he figures that there’s no harm in trying it and it would be a nice wrench to throw in his daily routine. stopping by since he was in the area, he tentatively opens the shop door and is greeted by the sound of chimes; amber hues peer curiously peruse the shop’s diverse collection of goods and he ends up completely ignoring the reason why he came here in the first place. after all, anyone in his position would do the same at this point; if a bizarre shop filled with magical books and trinkets presents itself, he definitely wasn’t about to ignore that for some tea.

idly flipping through the pages of a book that caught his attention, he certainly wasn’t paying any mind to anything else; even if he didn’t comprehend the information the pages presented him, the diagrams were still enough to keep him from going back outside to work. after having his fill, he placed it back on the shelf and was quick to take note of the other person in the store with him; between the glasses and the geeky outfit, hawks couldn’t force down the wry upward tug at his lips. this guy definitely looked like someone that would work here and hawks really should get down to business anyway; after all, he didn’t want to waste anyone’s time.

“ hey, buddy ! you work here? “

「★┊ @stellavirdis​」

[raihxn]

send “what about” and a person ; ACCEPTING!

you people are making me crazy.

“what about him?”

raihan smiles easily, but it’s the little things in his posture that shift that give him away. his eyes wander with a little too much want for something distracting to stare at and his fingers tap at the fabric of his shorts. what a strange question to be asked. what about leon? what about him?

sniffing then coughing softly, the gym leader’s brows briefly knit together as he shakes his head and chuckles.

“he’s my rival. my GREATEST rival! we’ve been battling one another for years now and i’ve not beat him once— not ever! that’s pretty wild. i mean, i’m a pretty powerful trainer, enough so to have become a gym leader. galar’s top gym leader, even. but leon’s a whole different breed. the connection he’s got with his pokémon is incredible. he’s definitely a trainer that our region can look up to. maybe even the whole world, too. he’s a go-getter, he’s passionate, he handles everything with more poise than a kirlia, and he’s a good guy.”

that’s it. he’s a good guy. that’s what they want to hear, right?

“i don’t know if i ever want to beat him, though. i mean— whoa, that was weird to say out loud. haha. okay, well. i do. if i didn’t, i wouldn’t get as hyped up as i do when we battle! but i think that the more i lose to him, the more i realize how much more growth i and my pokémon have to look forward to. so, yeah, i look up to him. i said that already.”

“i might’ve been resentful toward him when we were younger, but it’s hard not to admire him and want to be near him. you’ve met the guy, right? if not, just take my word for it. i’ve seen him grow a lot over the years, but he’s managed to stay ... well, leon? if that makes sense? i just hope that i don’t put too high of expectations on him. he’s got a lot going on and sometimes i wonder about him. if he’s doing okay and stuff like that. but that guy’s stubborn as a tauros. i don’t think anything could ever get him down long.”

[mochafururin]

stellavirdis replied to your post: Um... is your shop accepting applicants, by any...

“….Do you have any other options at all?” He’s reaching, mostly because he still doesn’t think the other would be happier working elsewhere - and if he takes THIS application, he has to fill out a HEAP of paperwork and titles for the job taking applicants.

“I-I can go ask Sunflower Cafe, I guess... I was just curious! If you’re still not accepting people, it’s okay.”