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[neil-down-peasants]

Feather Flurry || OPEN RP

Hands stuffed nonchalantly in his pockets, Neil squinted at the unwelcomed sunlight that burst through the morning clouds. Another day, another busy schedule to take care of, sigh. Breakfast whipped up and gone like that, and animals looked over with much care. Seemed kind of mundane, didn’t it?

He didn’t think it was so bad, just as long as people kept their distance. Didn’t trust them, didn’t need them. His animals were here for him when people weren’t. Sighing, he adjusted his jacket collar. The day had just begun but it seemed like time was taking its merry time. Guess it was time to set up his stall right? But people wouldn’t even get here until an hour or so. Maybe he could be doing something else more productive? He tapped his foot impatiently; ugh, he hated being indecisive.

“Tch. Might as well take the day by storm,” he murmured to himself. Grabbing a few chickens from his coop, he attempted to carry them all to the stall in one trip. Fantastic idea. The chickens nervously squirmed at his touch, flustered at the tight grip and overly packed trip, they struggled out of his arms. With a barrage of feathers flying every which way, Neil’s stoic face cracked, gasping as they took off straight into a figure walking his way.

'Damn! Life's just not looking my way today, is it?' he thought to himself.

"…Uh… sorry about that.." he apologized quietly, scratching the back of his head. It wasn’t like him to apologize, but he didn’t want the person to make too much of a fuss. Hell, he just hoped he wasn’t graced with the presence of a girl. He always was terrible with the fragile ones… Blinking as the frenzy of feathers cleared out, the vision of a newcomer came into focus. Maybe today wasn’t going to be mundane after all.

[aequinoctiumm]

New In Town || Open

The sun was high in the afternoon sky, just like any other day before this, however this was a day very much different from those he'd known before. He'd woken up that morning in an actual, legitimate, feathered bed and took an actual hot, steaming bath. He stepped out of the inn with idle curiosity gleaming in his amber eyes. His sandals made an unfamiliar sort of tap on the cobblestone paths of Selphia, and as he fastened his butterfly-shaped mask to the curves of his face, he found himself gaping in awe at the mass array of people on the streets. Well-- perhaps there weren't that many people on the streets, but there were far more people than he was used to seeing, which was, notably, none.

He shrugged his hood up over his pointed ears and cascading blond curls as he scuffled off in whatever random direction his feet decided to take him, and yet he still felt so exposed. He stayed to one side of the street, nearly pressing himself against the line of peculiar buildings as he walked, and kept his gaze fixated on the passersby. He was perhaps a little too careful about staying out of the way of strangers, and found himself at the center of many skeptical glances-- perhaps it was the dark cloak, or the fact that he was but a masked stranger that drew the attention, but he didn't like it, and promptly turned his face towards the ground.

He pressed his hands to his face for fear of his mask somehow falling off, or for his hood somehow tearing suddenly, and in his nervousness had failed to watch where in the fresh hell he was going. It was a quick impact that brought him back to his senses, and the sudden feeling of cool air on his bare cheeks that sent him to a silent panic.

He dropped to his knees immediately, searching frantically for his fallen mask, and completely ignoring the poor stranger whom he had so carelessly ran into. After several seconds he finally spotted the pink thing, and made a desperate reach for it, only to find himself ramming head first into the legs of the aforementioned stranger. He stopped abruptly in that moment, sat back on his knees, and pulled his black hood far over his eyes in red-faced mortification. He silently scolded himself, and gave a deep bow of his head.

"...My apologies."

[on-the-kase]

Mister New Booty || Open to All

Kasey stared holes into this ridiculous magazine. Maybe if he stared long enough, his lazer vision could kick in and-- Ay dios mio. What was he thinking?

Hmm... Even if he couldn't get the magazine ad off air, maybe... just maybe... he could do something even more ridiculously out of this world. It'd probably get him on the front of that ad and relieve someone from that miserable fate. Sending the ad in, he was sure those damn idiots were bound to publish his masterpiece...

[lazygirl-karina-blog]

Open RP

Today had been such a hot day that moving just seemed troublesome and before she even realized it, when she took a moment to rest her eyes it changed into a full blown nap. Not that she really minded though cat naps on a hot day were wonderful, the only part she hated was waking up all gross and sweaty. 

Luckily as she opened her eyes she was greeted by the wonderful sparkle of stars in the sky. Considering it had changed from day to night during her sleep, the temperature had also changed considerably. Now the weather had a refreshing cool comfortable feeling.

Feeling refreshed from her nap she finally decided to get up before this burst of energy left her. Shaking the dirt of her skirt she noticed someone was standing on the edge of the flower field. Her eyes were still blurry from her nap so she couldn't even tell if the person was from her village or not. But being in a good mood from her nap she decided to give a little wave over to them anyway.  

[oldneil-down-peasants-blog]

Masterpiece | Open RP

"Hmm... Hum..." 

Neil coughed slightly as his voice caught in his neck, collapsing the string of notes he tried tying together. He released a breath of exasperation and took a grazing glance over his animals behind the stall. Neil glanced back with his face resting on one arm, smiling gently at the animals that seemed so much more at peace than his masterpiece. If he could even call it that.

Crumpling his composition, he scoffed discontentedly at the ball of paper waiting for him to unfold it and start again. Yes, again. He had been slowly scratching at a bottomless pit, trying to bring out something he couldn't particularly express... Music was his best escape.

A shadow loomed over the crumpled shape laying on his stall counter, and Neil felt himself falter for a moment before swooping his disorientated music notes into one of his inner jacket pockets. Clearing his voice, he attempted to keep his damn flustered nervousness to a minimum.

"U-uh.." Neil paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes in frustration. More like frustration for himself than anything else. Sweeping everything to the side, he nodded his head at the stranger. "..Do you need anything?"

[scentfulscholar-blog]

~Shopping~

Today was strictly a shopping day for Ivan and he wanted to get the groceries done in his free day. Lately they had been running low on a few thing and food was one of them. Normally, he would head to Hansel or Gretel's home to purchase it on a lower price but there was one issue: he needed to get good fish and purchase some newer clothes for himself or at least fabric. There has been an accident in his teaching day where a student spilled ink on his back. 

For now... he'd need to get some fabric soon and pick up a few things....

[scentfulscholar-blog]

Open RP

"Hmm... what book should I get....?" He sighed glancing through the store from the nearest town of Zepyher He needed a few materials for teach at the current time but yet he wasn't sure what to teach. With a sigh, Ivan looked up to the window. It was already late. "... I'm sure I can get a few materials in time..."