seen from Poland
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Russia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Switzerland
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from T1
seen from Philippines
seen from Philippines
seen from China
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Aw shit.
Tim's quick on his feet scrambling behind Okun to the kitchen hoping they were still edible or perhaps something had simply fallen onto the bottom of the oven at some point and that was what was burning.
Entering he was quick to turn on a fan to help rid of any smoke coming from the oven, when his eyes caught something.
"Guess we forgot to set the timer." He lifted up the small egg-shaped timer from the counter. "So how are they looking, still edible?"
@eyesofahawk
@liightwarrior for Pixel
He was told to play nice. He was told not to agitate or antagonise.
But upon seeing the Miqo'te, something in the back of his mind ignited. A jealous creature that had climbed up from the lowest dirt. Why does this creature get any special treatment.
His coal black eyes narrowed as he approached.
Cont
"Ah, no not at all."
He was quick to reassure, the last thing he wanted was to get the wrong idea with his question having come from a place of curiosity more than anything. As a non native Amestrian he knew how quickly such a phrase could be turned toxic and decidedly unfriendly
"I only meant, well, sometimes it can feel like I've seen just about anyone coming and going," He gestured toward the train. "Locals and regulars that kind of thing."
He had such a unique look to him, and truly made him stand out. It was a rare thing that someone actually caught his interest. With a smile he rested down his guitar before shifting his attention back to the stranger
"So what brings you all the way out to Dublith? "
While not normally one to strike up conversation he seemed the type with their share of stories to tell and only hoped he was willing to share some with him.
@haqiqa-anqa
From his perch Tim only silently watches as the dark haired man enters, tail flicking irritably.
The Silent watcher. Gargoyle or Guardian. Although lacking somewhat in his vision his gaze remained ever sharp and protective.
A part of him would have loved nothing more than to tell them to leave not having the foggiest why he kept returning but Greed clearly allowed it with no word having ever been given to stop this man specifically.
So he watched and waited, experience leaving him always preparing for the worst readying to warn the others if needed. Something he hoped would never happen again
( @liightwarrior has reached for Ruujah's muzzle)
The invitation was extended to the crown prince to at least see what Garlemald was capable of in the long run.
The pit was incredibly deep. With even deep gouges clawed into the steel at about eleven feet high. The scientists and military experts had calculated that at least.
It didn't deter the viera from jumping and digging her claws in. Only to give out a frustrated yell as she slipped down to the ground level. She had no muzzle, nothing to stop her when she managed to climb out, yet with each jump the scientists turned the resistance up on her leg augments.
"She's at four thousand. I'm surprised her bones are still intact"
The utterances between minds flew about but the viera now just stared upwards. Her legs ached, she was starving and was tired of these people poking at her. The next one to approach her, she would rip their arms off.
@merchantofwhispers | From HERE
“It’s a lovely shop.” Lorraine’s comment was GENUINE as she glanced around at the antiquities. She had only popped in to fill time - she always seemed to arrive FAR too early to pick Judy up from school - but found herself transfixed with the items around her.
One hand, rosary wrapped and pale, stayed close to her chest, and the other skimmed along the display table, careful not to TOUCH for fear of seeing more than she wished.
“I never even knew it was here.”
@greatwrath | From HERE
Her hands gripped tightly to her husbands and Drew’s, eyes open to unfocused, staring past the ring of people in this séance of sorts and focusing on the entirely different world she was seeing. Her body may be at the table, but her spirit was in the vision, apparitional form was wandering the castle and guided by a force in her chest to approach the chapel doors in an attempt to find what she was seeking.
“Who are you?” Always her first question when a...form was seen, spoken both as herself at the table and her presence in the chapel, as she followed her visions direction and walked further into the room.
continued from here || @the-smirking-fox
At that, his head turned downward and he clenched his teeth—though not in anger—before replying, “No. He died a short while before I came to Vale. He died saving me when I tried to save an old man from being beaten to death by White Fang supporters, an old man who ended up dying anyway just as he was thanking me. How do I know for certain that my brother’s dead?” To demonstrate, he used his Semblance to allow smoke to rise from his palms.
“I did the same to the others when I knew they were dead. It...it was the only thing that I could do at the time to keep myself from becoming hysterical. Old family tradition. The vermin, I just left as piles of ashes, but after cremating my brother and the old man... “ He tapped the pommel of his sword and the pendant he wore. Both of them had a very small, almost unnoticeable uncut diamond set into them. He gave a mirthless yet still stable chuckle. “Let me tell you: your brother dying thanks to you? That traumatizes you. Your uncle trying to use you as a weapon against the rest of the Faunus? That traumatizes you. Cremating your own brother and an old man, then turning their ashes into diamonds? With your bare hands? All at age twelve? That...that changes you. You’re the first person I’ve told about the diamonds. Few have ever noticed.”
Sun knew all to well how it felt to lose everyone you had, having lost his parents at such a young age, so he could sympathize more than most. There was nothing quite as traumatizing and life changing as losing your entire family...except, of course, feeling responsible for their deaths. Growing up alone, trying to find your own way and figure out who you are? That changes you too.
Sharp grey eyes took in the small diamonds as Ash pointed them out and Sun chewed at his lip thoughtfully, his fingertips absentmindedly went to the pendant hanging from his own neck, the last physical ties to his own parents that he had. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair that the world had to be so cruel for their kind when the only thing they'd done to earn the difficulty was to be born a different species.
“I’m sorry, Ash,” he says in a genuinely sympathetic way, “I really am. But you can’t blame yourself. What you did was the right thing and sometimes choosing the right thing...it’s the hardest thing to do. It shouldn’t have happened like it did, but it wasn’t your fault.”
