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[caelumsaltator]

@xchuuten​ replied:

>:T

“Sandalphon.” She knows that look. Oh boy.

[desusstella]

@xchuuten​

“It’s a strange tragic love story San-Chan I hope ours will be just as romantic.”

[eiriini]

@xchuuten​​ sent:  👉 Point to something for my muse to see  || Nonverbal RP Starters

“ --- Hm?” She stopped mid-sentence, explaining her powers. How here, thanks to the Summoner, she could shift between her forms more. She knew that her other half, her male counterpart, favored the sword more while here. There was a bit more carefree-ness to her personality. Perhaps Alfonse also inspired that.

Ah, wait! What was that? The dragonness turned her head, finally looking to where his finger was pointing. Was that--?! It was! “Sandalphon!“ She’s too excited to even say what it was. Eyes lighting up, much like a child’s. A sound of air rushing in the distance, then another motion “Sandalphon, come! A dolphin! No, a pod of dolphins?! I was not aware they came up this far!” 

[mercuryshot]

@xchuuten​

he was praying that the rumors weren’t true yet the proof was right in front of him, scattered in broken, sparking pieces on the forest floor. it should’ve been impossible. there weren’t any magiteks near him when the teleportation happened. at least from what he could remember. trying to remember what happened leading up to his first day in this world was still quite foggy.

"that should be the last of them." he says it almost like a question, not disarming himself just yet. he’s almost expecting the hum of the next ship to be coming up above them. “you okay?”

[sentofighta]

@xchuuten || starter

Zack was not sure how and why was he in this world but he won’t argue that much because honestly, this world is not that bad. True he is worried about his friends and comrades back home but nothing he can do about except looking for a way back. He got lucky when this angel boy found him before he dropped to his death. Super SOLDIER aside, that fall from whatever sky island was this would have definitely killed him. Now Zack travels with this group on the aircraft led by another energetic boy called Gran. He promised to help Zack find a way back home so he stayed with them for the time being. plus, his sword skills are quite helpful for them, fighting whoever they face.

Now he is just loitering around, trying to find something to pass time with when he found the angel boy, what was his name? “Ey, San-da-la-phon! finally found you. You keep dodging me even though I just wanna say thanks for back then. Hm? are you..making coffee?”

[eiriini]

@xchuuten​ sent:  〖天司〗 『 There’s no use in comparing the dead with the living. 』 ||  eternal sonata  ( 2007 )

Wits are still kept about her, even with the tone of Sandalphon’s voice. Very straightforward, as always. She lets shoulders slink but slightly, moving to rest her hands in front of her. “That does not stop us from learning what they did. What they managed to accomplish, and how they went about it. It brings respect and honor to their name. I am sorry if bringing up their names made you uncomfortable.” A slight frown threatens, but her face relaxes back to a more neutral, optimistic expression. She beings to drop that discussion, but rather, an inquiry derails it.

“If I may ask... why is it you said that, Sandalphon?”

[caelumsaltator]

@xchuuten​ sent:  © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ||  Manhandling symbol starters

She has to do a double take, looking to the angel before back before them. According to the maps they had, wasn’t the way to the temple this way..? Or did he notice something in the distance? Confusion comes to the Captain’s face, following his steering. However, that doesn’t get him off the hook. “What is it, Sandalphon? Wasn’t it this way?” Or is this a trap? She trusts him, but as of late, she can’t be too careful.

[shymaidxn]

@xchuuten | Self-Reflection Meme

15. What does your muse think of their own ROUTINE?

I feel like, with the Diantha I usually use (in-crew main verse), she thinks her own routine is rather freeing, even if it’s still very scheduled. Wake up early, get dressed, check your planner, drink some water, get coffee and breakfast, make sure you have everything in your bag, follow your planner and lists for what you need to get and who you need to see or what you planned to do, have dinner, have late night tea over reading or research, take a shower, try to sleep --- Wash, rinse, repeat. Of course the middle part of her day is either jam packed with activities, or simply getting things done in her free time, and there are deviations to even her morning and night. And while sometimes she may take on more than she can chew, either in quantity or difficulty of tasks, all of the things she does in a day makes her feel more fulfilled and happy than ever before. As a maiden and growing up, there was never such freedom to choose what she wanted to do or how she could help with something. Everything was decided for her in someone’s own planner; her whole life and the activities she’d do were decided by someone else’s hand. So having her life now be her own to decide what she can do and what she wants to do is, again, just so freeing. At first it was a bit difficult to get the hang of being her own boss, especially with past anxieties looming much more presently from when she first joined the crew, and even when they surprise her now. And while it’s still partially set out in an orderly manner, it’s in her own planner because it’s for her own life, and she can follow it or deviate down any path she pleases. And that, to her, is the perfect routine she always wanted, and so she’s very happy to have it now.