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[hierichc]

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"How you liking it so far?" Good thing he recognizes someone. He recognizes a lot of people at the Castle actually. "Have you been dancing and stuff?" The Black Dragon peers down with one uncovered green eye and smiles. The mummy costume may be covering his face, but at least the one eye is visible and one can tell when he's smiling (the man smiles with his eyes after all.)

[corruptedsorrow]

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if one were to ask chuuya about his feelings regarding winter and christmas as a season, his thoughts would be indifference bordering on slight annoyance. everything tended to just get a bit more inconvenient, and yet, there were so many fools running around all jolly and excited. it was a time of love and friendship to most, but in his line of business it tended to be just any time of the year, even more so one where they had to be more mindful of smugglers trying to take advantage of the present rush. naturally such was none of his business here, but that only served to make chuuya more restless amongst all the annoying cheer.

at least it appeared he wasn't the only one who was mindlessly running around caught up in consumerism and the forced togetherness.

"ah..." rather than the face, chuuya would more claim that the ears were the most familiar part. despite himself, he realised he'd made a sound upon seeing the other and couldn't just feign ignorance and move on now. not that he had much better to do, really. hands in pockets, he faced the other and let his weigh rest on his right leg, his hip swaying into the shift.

"look who the cat dragged in. ya ain't got any runaway machine crabs or whatever to chase after today, bunny boy?"

[descensionstar]

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barring one that would cover them (and probably be uncomfortable in the process), no costume could disguise those ears.after catching a glimpse of them, Lumine had worked her way past others hovering about one of the many tables, not without Paimon reaching to swipe any delicacies within reach that caught her eye.

even if she urged the Traveler to slow down so that her grip on muffin's paper could tighten and ensure its lift from the display were neat, it wouldn't have made a difference. with how busy the party was, they risked losing a friend in the bustle, so she'd have to make down clutching it with caution not to bump Lumine's arm into which she was nestled.

✦hey Tighnari,✦ she called out to cut through the noise. that would hopefully hold him down long enough for them to catch up. ✦we wouldn't have expected to see you here. are your ears going be alright around this many people?✦

[plantamagicae]

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[ ❄️ ] unfamiliar scents were becoming overwhelming for the young witch; she wasn't accustomed to the sensitivity of the vulpine guardian's sense of smell. it was starting to cause her the smallest twinge of a headache, but she would be able to live with it... hopefully she'd become accustomed soon.

almost as if on queue, another unfamiliar essence wafted towards her, causing her to turn her head cautiously in its direction, plush white ears perking slightly. hopefully this being was friendly -- she wasn't sure what creatures hid in the snow.

" hello? are you alright? "

[ringlorn]

After meeting one too many Six-Eared Macaques and a bonus Monkey King on the side, Nezha figures it's time to educate himself in case more varieties pop up. He's sifting through the bookshelves on a ladder at Spirale University's library, trying to find a certain book detailing differences in Journey to the West canon, when footsteps rounding the corner makes him turn around too fast and slip off the rungs.

Nezha lands effortlessly enough (and even catches the random book that comes tumbling down after him), but the sight of familiar ears make him tense up again.

Shoot.

He remember this guy—the one that never stopped talking at the drugstore while he was sick. Quickly Nezha opens his book to a random page to hide his face behind it, conveniently missing the fact that he's...holding it upside down.

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[surasthana]

"Uhm, Tighnari…" As much as she appreciates how much he still reveres her enough to refer to her as Lesser Lord Kusanali, it was bound to be awkward when they were in the presence of other people. Plus, she didn't hold the same authority as she did here like in Sumeru. "Referring to me as Lesser Lord Kusanali isn't really necessary…at least not in front of others. I think it may give people the wrong idea. Or rather, it may put me in a position where I'd have to explain why…and I'd rather not, if at all possible." It isn't that she's trying to keep her status as an archon a secret, but rather, she didn't feel the need to explain it to people who didn't already know. At least not until she felt the time was right to do so.

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[scholarking]

DAYS HERE FEEL LONGER THAN USUAL, something he feels wear at not only his body, but especially his mind. even more, he feels there is a lacking means in curing these ailments, given the rather... uniqueness of many residents who have been brought here. that was to say, he'd grown tired of speaking to people with less than satisfactory remarks, leading him here, to a place where study seemed far more appreciated.

❝ If you were you to be so kind to grace me with an incessant array of mind-stimulating puzzles and quizzes, it would be quite tantamount to saving a life before it is far too late. ❞ perhaps this one would be more capable than any of the others who he may have asked...

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[failedprince]

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Dirk is used to other scavengers in the scrapyard with him. Sure, he could easily afford to buy things new here, but it's taking things that used to do something and making them work again, or do something entirely new, that really appeals to him. He also has little interest in economics; that's the other Strider. So he may not actually know much of his personal wealth. That's a topic for another day, perhaps.

Today, he is mainly concerned with the new, highly unusual face in the heap with the foragers. Face might be a bit of a generous notion, but he is feeling a bit philanthropic under the circumstances. Meandering over to the robot, he peers at it. It is very clearly searching for something. Self-repairing? Fixing a friend? Building another bot? All good questions. None of them are going to be answered if he just stands there with his head tilted like a stuck bird though.

"Finding what you're lookin' for, lil dude?" he ventures in an effort to sate his his burning curiosity. Expecting a response might be a bit assumptive, but his bots always answered. Why not this one too?