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[muse-in-a-box]

Continued from X

Sunny let out a small, sleepy chirping sound as their eyes opened at the nose kiss, blinking at Magneto as they carefully stretched their wings before they gave a small flap, a swirl of sparkles surrounding them before they were suddenly garden snake size.

In a still tired and "I don't want to get up" manner, they flew over and casually wrapped themselves loosely around Magneto's neck. They'll accept his offer, but he'll have to carry them around.

@onlyheartaches

[natbplease]

SHES DONE

[behindthestrings]

"jushiro worries me..." he sighs, sitting by her side and sipping from his sake cup. "he's quite passive the past few days. maybe my age is getting to me, but i can't seem to reach him. being a lady of wisdom as you are, maybe you've got a friendly piece of advice for an old man?"

Shutara sighs.

"You call yourself an old man and yet I was born long before you were even a glimmer in your father's eye."

She raises an eyebrow.

"My advice as a lady of wisdom is to apply your wisdom to ladies, as I've yet to know one who's ever wanted to be the age she is. Older when young, younger when old, but femininity has long been held as a paradox by men...who simply can't understand it's simply multifaceted rather than singular."

But, her face softens as she grins.

"Oh, but right, that's not what you wanted advice for...were you?"

She thinks on it.

"Well, if anyone seems to not be reaching out as much...meet them where they are at the very least. And where words don't work, sometimes the senses are all that will trigger. A nostalgic smell likea potpurri or a perfume. A taste like a favorite food or drink. A sound like an old song he knows the word too or the words of a book. Art that's surreal for the eyes...take him to watch the koi."

Looking at him she flicks her gaze right up and down. "A touch...perhaps?"

She's an old, shrewd soul after all...and that's why he's here. She barks with her unrefined and crashing true laughter.

"Unless that failed and that's why you're here!"

[pint-sized-superhero-in-training]

@abyss-wolf (cont)

“Right then, let’s go. I’d rather we wait for them at the station and all that protocol.” She motioned for the girl to follow her to her car “Well, we’re also going to call your friend so she’s not too worried.”

She sighed and looked at the girl, eyes narrowing slightly “A bow? Why would they steal a bow? Actually, why do you go around with a bow, following drug rings?”

She grinned, flashing pointed white teeth for a few seconds “Listen, it could be evidence of someone doing stuff they shouldn’t be considering their age at most… But I suppose I could find a way for you to keep it.”

“Yes!” Lucia pumped her fist in the air with a fierce grin. With a little hop to begin with, she hurried after Detective Quax. She seemed almost unfazed by her kidnapping now that she’d been rescued, as if this might not be the first time she’d found herself in potentially mortal danger. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

As she slid into the car, she added, “I’m gonna be a superhero one day. That’s why I had my bow with me. Besides, it’s not like anybody else was doing anything about it. I knew I could help, so I did.”

[hikitsugu]

@viruskeeper :

"What are ya' lookin' so down for? Be glad no one's bothering you! ... Y'know, BESIDES me."

❝  LUCKY me...  ❞

[lgcnathan]

starter for : @lgcxmimi

context : trainee mission 24, march dance workshops

it's been a whirlwind of a past few months. basically hitting the ground running in the new year after an in-retrospect-not-long-enough break has blurred the last couple of months in his mind. nathan's not sure if the dance workshops the trainees have been assigned this quarter has suddenly just jumped in intensity of all of a sudden, or if his chronic exhaustion is just a side effect of the increasing amounts of efforts he's been putting into his own training–almost uncharacteristically so.

this week, they're tasked with practicing some partner choreography in a style that nathan's not all that accustomed to: ballroom.

with class dwindling down and trainees slowly transitioning into free practice, he and his partner (who he's never really conversed with all that much, and who he conveniently has the smallest height difference with) are slowly going over the movements they were taught just moments earlier. "i think our steps our a bit out of sync," he plainly states with a half-breath, half-pant out of exhaustion, stepping back from their partner stance to put his hands on his hips and rest a bit. "why don't we try running through it without our arms for once?"

[lgcnathan]

starter for : @lgcakio

context : lgc boys energy, choices

"y'think this one is big enough?" nathan calls out to akio, his partner for the afternoon, emerging from the nearby brush with a branch that spanned the length of his arm squarely in the grip of his right hand. after running around all day, the last thing nathan guessed they'd do was survive in the jungle for the next two days, and yet, here he is: scavenging around sticks and logs to somehow make a fishing pole.

nathan draws closer, stopping in front of the other before resting his right hand on his waist against the sheath of the knife (the one he conveniently picked during the pre-show survey) secured to his belt. "i'd test how sturdy it is, but i don't want to risk breaking it."

[lgcnathan]

starter for : @lgckyoka

context : workshop opportunity 003, orientation day

when nathan first meets with insung, he's pretty excited to learn about the workshop opportunity – it's something new, at least since the last time he was a trainee, and, honestly, incredibly appreciated. he's not sure what exactly the company's intentions are with these workshops, but he decides not to read too much into it – rather, taking this a chance to truly hone his skills and improve for the better (and with the company's close supervision, no less).

their first of many group sessions begins rather unceremoniously, breaking down the assigned curriculum for the next few months before revealing the requirements for the final evaluation at the end. there's an unspoken tension in the room as the opening lecture concludes, before they're given a brief break to grab their bearings.

looking around, nathan catches a familiar face nearby, naturally inviting himself to brightly greet her with a "hey!" as he approaches kyoka's desk. "fancy seeing you here," he starts. "how you feeling about the whole writing-our-own-original-song thing? intense, right?"