wanderer.

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a beginning - closed

Come up with a tool that can aid sneak attacks? It must help them blend in, but not be invisible? What kind of... I guess I can’t complain this is my job after all. Making weapons, gadgets, and tools was his job. It wasn’t easy, but he loved making new things. The fact that he was able to use high grade equipment was also an added bonus. He could make practically anything he wanted!

Although it was a bit demanding. Well whatever. The problem was that he was stumped. What was it that they were asking of him to do? What did they want? He had week to send in a model of the new gadget. Not a lot of time. He had just finished making one before, and that one took a lot of work. Trying to come up with something he failed. Balls of crumpled paper surrounding his desk.

AAAAAAA! COME ON! SOMETHING! ANYTHING!  

....

Nothing. WHAT AM I GONNA DO?! Okay. Breathe. Let’s just relax and take a walk. Maybe we’ll find something.

Oh wait. I have to tell them I’m gonna be out for awhile. He worked under a team of inventors, so usually they worked closely. Helping each other when deadlines were tight and finding outlets where experiments can be held. It’s not easy finding the people who can make certain things happened. He remembered for one of them he was included along with different fire mages. All of them had to test the amount of flames they could produce.

“I’ll be back! Gonna go out for awhile for some inspiration!” Besides... I miss walking around with no set destination.

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One Word Writing Prompts [pt. 2]

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🔄  for a random number instead.

01. — evidence 02. — here 03. — funeral 04. — puppy 05. — gloves 06. — blackboard 07. — muse 08. — magic 09. — clean 10. — secret 11. — superstition 12. — fantasy 13. — test 14. — tease 15. — storm 16. — strawberries 17. — weapon 18. — beach 19. — lost 20. — cry 21. — aloof 22. — blood 23. — tower 24. — block 25. — search 26. — lively 27. — remorseful 28. — dismiss 29. — heavy 30. — forward 31. — prowl 32. — cut 33. — compromise 34. — impulse 35. — hush 36. — morals 37. — engage 38. — voice 39. — awkward 40. — lower 41. — plead 42. — caring 43. — believe 44. — found 45. — shield 46. — open 47. — tactile 48. — journey 49. — hero 50. — scowl

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Mercury- Describe your aesthetic!

“Aesthetic huh...” As in colors? Or in themes? Like pirate theme? Or the colors of the forest? Aesthetic is how nice something looks right? He didn’t know how to answer this question, but he would try to answer it. At least the way he thought of the answer. Honestly he was going to say both, since he didn’t know what they meant exactly.

“I guess tan colors and a forest or mountain thing going on. Anything nature related I really enjoy.”

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Cancer

How do you want to be remembered?

“How… Do I want to be remembered?” He never really had given it much thought. He never expected to be remembered by something, if at all. Just another ordinary person with millions of other ordinary people. Maybe he would be remembered as a coward, the person who ran away from his family. Not the greatest thing to be remembered as.

“I… Don’t want to be remembered as somebody great, but I don’t want to be remembered as a terrible person. I’m just a man who loves exploring and building things. If someone were to remember me… Then I want to be remembered as a wanderer.”

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Scorpius- If you had to pick someone to betray you, who would you pick?

Someone to betray me...

I guess anyone really, but if we’re talking on the level of severity... Usually it’s me who has betrayed many people, so this is kind of new. “I would pick the person who is the most dear to me. No matter how badly they betray me I’ll endure it, since I care about them more than anything.” That’s if they don’t get hurt by me first.

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Free Samples || Zavier & Elli

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He couldn’t help it. Staring at the pastries in the bakery, but it’s not like he could buy any of them.He didn’t have a job, so buying things wasn’t exactly easy. Normally he would just eat whatever he found in the trash. Although the trash in this area didn’t offer a lot.Just ingredients. He couldn’t exactly eat flour.

Forgetting about his surrounding for a moment, he noticed someone had been speaking to him. Something about samples. The woman worked here, if she asked him about samples. He didn’t pay attention to anyone who worked here, since he was really here for the pastries.

Even though he was hungry, he didn’t want to take anything that he couldn’t repay. Looking at her he shook his head, “No, I couldn’t.”

“Thank you for the offer.”

Couldn’t?

Elli wasn’t sure what that meant. Did he have an allergy? Could he not eat flour based products? It was unfortunate but she’d heard it before. Perhaps he’d been shopping for someone else? Or was he just looking with no intent on buying anything?

The loss of a sale was always disheartening, but even more so because she was unable to put a smile on the person’s face. It was the reason she enjoyed her profession so much. Everyone who came to get desserts always left with a smile. It was her little imprint on the world.

“Oh, of course,” she said with a friendly smile. “Anything else I can help with?” She felt bad for pressing, but she couldn’t help it. It felt like she needed to say or do something to brighten his day. Even a little bit.

“Maybe a friendly ear?”

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The thing was he really did want something from the store, but he wasn’t going to do a dine and dash. The least he could do was work for them a little while, if they let him. He doubt it, but you never know. Problem being he didn’t know how to bake at all, so really he would just be tending to customers.

“Maybe a friendly ear?”

That sounded nice. Maybe they could chat for awhile. He didn’t live here, so maybe he might learn something interesting about the area. He usually learned things about the area in terms of what monsters they had, or if not at all. Considering he spent ten days in an area.

“If you don’t mind having a chat. I rather not interfere with your work, unless I help out in someway. I can’t bake, but I can tend to customers in return.”

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chlamys - open

old total: 5,340RP new: 5,325RP

He thought it would be fun to go to the fashion funhouse and try on something new. Hey, it beat wearing the same old clothes for awhile. Although the sign said to come in and just pull the curtains closed. Following the instructions was easy, but he was a bit curious how this worked. Pulling the curtains he felt a bit chilly. A slight draft. He had his sweater on so he couldn’t feel it, but looking down.

Why is it just a cloak?! He was freaking out. How do I cover myself as much as possible?! Without this I’m practically naked! HOW DO I CHANGE BACK?! IT’S KINDA CHILLY TOO! Okay so nothing happened. He was going to be stuck like this for awhile. Although he starting to dig the cloak. It didn’t look too bad, if he could he would keep the cloak. Preferably with clothing underneath. This was kind of embarrassing.

Exiting the funhouse with a stamp he tried hiding his embarrassment. “It’s only for awhile. You can do this,” he muttered to himself.

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Autumn Wonderland || Open

There was a discrete difference between comfortable silence and the biding kind that gradually ate away at your mind. It left him in unease: these days where the autumn leaves would drape over the entire town, stagnant and disconsolate. For one who preferred a reclusive lifestyle, he ironically couldn’t stand this kind of livid stillness. Shifting in his bed, he rolled to cover himself up tighter before crumpling up again. It would be best if he could just shut his eyes for a few more hours and recline to his more basic desires. Like, oh I don’t know…

Sleep?

Off in the distance, he could hear the crackle of old leaves under feet and scrambling shenanigans. He couldn’t recognize what exactly was going on outside but it reeked of trouble. He wrinkled his nose at the thought, before tossing a pillow over his head.

Sleep.

Was it because he was hypersensitive in the morning? Was it because the Goddess had condemned him to a life of high blood pressure and crippling intolerance? Whatever it was, he was both acutely attuned to whatever ruckus was going on outside and inversely… too lazy to go check up on it.

Sleep.

Then came the insistent knocking and screeching. (Okay maybe he was just exaggerating that part… and all those parts… just a bit.) Definitely not sleeping anymore. He groaned in exasperation, rubbing his face absentmindedly before rising up like a dead man given a second chance. Yeah right. More like cursed to haunt the living, if he had to say so himself. Cramming a few bobby pins in his hair and tidying himself up in the most half-assed way possible, Chase pulled open his curtain to check up on his unwanted visitor.  

He was right. It did reek of trouble. He shouldn’t have opened the curtain—it would have been safer to stay inside and keep his head down. But that plan was definitely out the window. He slid on a light sweater and cracked his door open just a bit.

“Could you leave it for another time? It’s too early for this!” His tone was biting, but he couldn’t raise it too high without waking one of the neighbors up.

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To be honest he didn’t expect to be in this much of a mess. Really he decided to swing by the area to check if there was somewhat edible food in the trash cans. Normally people would be disgusted, but this was his normal. Looking for shelter and food. He didn’t have a home, nor did he have a stable job. Sure he may have looked pitiful, but he was doing his best. Besides it wasn’t all too bad. 

It wasn’t very difficult. For one he didn’t have to worry about paying bills, but that came at the cost of actually looking for a place to stay. Not that he minded, since he could roam practically everywhere. Practically. There were restricted areas of course and he wasn’t going to even attempt to stay in those areas. Considering they were guarded and they were probably restricted for a good reason.

However while he was looking through the trash for anything that could have been any use there was a raccoon. As long as he was careful there wouldn’t be any issues. Wrong. The raccoon also wanted things from the trash, and the result was him trying to fend the raccoon off with a trashcan lid while trying to scavenge for things as well.

A voice yelling at him made him realize the racket he was making, but he couldn’t exactly stop it. Unless he wanted to have some scratches and bites from a raccoon. “Sorry!” He called out while he began to back away slowly.

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[ Stardrop Carnival - Zavier Alphonse Halbrook ]

To take his mind off things he decided to visit Pelican Town since there was a carnival going on. The place reminded him of his home. They were both rather quaint places where few bothered to come, but then again Pelican Town probably had more visitors than Kardia. He missed it, but he just couldn’t bring himself to go back home. Or at least his former home. The stuff at the carnival probably will make this go away. Keep the beast at bay for a little while longer.

He believed that there was a place for him, yet he never wanted to say it. Saying it would mean that he lost and another would be hurt in the process. All because of that, he ended up saying it.

“Being with you... I have a home.”

What was he thinking? There is no home. I will never have a home. I’m an idiot for believing otherwise. Everything was fabricated. There’s no way. Only in dreams, and all the dreams I have never come true. At least I could experience it for a little while. My words weren’t lies... Who am I kidding? No. Stop thinking about it. That’s why you’re here.

Approaching the ticket booth he got his card in order to fill them with stamps. Eight attractions. Not too bad. Eight was more than enough for him, although he probably should cross out Tunnel of Love. Definitely off the list. There was no point in going to the attraction, and it would only serve to remind him further.

Some dreams are just dreams. Nothing less and nothing more.

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soft activity check

STATUS. Passed.

RUNE POINTS.

PAST TOTAL:  5,100RP / 0AP. TOTAL EARNINGS: 240RP / 2AP. CURRENT TOTAL: 5,340RP / 2AP.

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Setting up a stall wasn’t too hard, but the heat was killer. Honestly the shade from the stall wasn’t enough to keep him cool despite only wearing swimming trunks. He would have to endure this heat. He needed some funds, and brought along some things of the past. There were more of them, but he didn’t even know if they would sell well. Now was the time to test how well they would be received.

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Whimsy and wonder always sated his more curious desires. He had ducked into many stalls, enthralled that everyone was so caught up in showing their best wares. It was like they were hanging their hearts on their sleeves– except. Well. They were hanging their hearts on shelves and lines, like fairy lights or–. In this case, he supposed it was like the lines people made in the sand as they stomped about. It was fascinating. 

People had such pretty windows into their hearts. 

That’s what he told himself anyway, to distract himself from the heat that was rising to his head. He was probably going to burn to crisps out here. Humming to preoccupy himself, his ears caught the faint sounds of laughter and jingling bells, wondering where they’d guide him next. And then his eyes caught on the handful of cacti someone had on display. 

Pointing to them with a twirl of his finger, he gave the young man a friendly smile. “Can I buy one of those charming little guys?” He thought there were kind of adorable and could probably make for a small gift or another.

“And…” Another point to the Bilita Mpash. “I’m surprised you have one of these in stock. You must have a good eye… The open bazaar I visited earlier this year gossiped about these like they were hot off the presses! I couldn’t even manage to buy one since they were sold out. Hahaha.” (Not that he could blame them. That last area he had been in had a few flood scares.)

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The heat certainly was something. He couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t like he could do anything to prevent the heat from bothering him. At the very least he would be able to sell his wares, or at least he hoped. If he didn’t sell anything then standing in this stall all day would have been a waste of time. Although he could also hear about the latest deals, so it wasn’t a complete loss.

A voice, a customer. Looking at them he simply nodded at their request of a cactus. How the hell is this guy wearing a coat in this heat? I can see him sweating up a storm, so he’s hot as hell. Best not to question it. Picking out the cactus they pointed to he placed it near them. Before he could say the price the other male had pointed to something else.

“I’m surprised you have one of these in stock. You must have a good eye…”

Well... I did make them, but no one really knows that. Looking at the item he glanced back towards the other male. He didn’t know about that, since he tried not to keep up with his past. Whatever they did was no longer important to him. He was no longer part of them, so why bother?

“Thank you for the compliment. Oh really? I was unaware that they had been so popular. That’s nice to hear,” he answered. Normally he didn’t sell wares in bazaars, but he was short of funds. Well it was too late to change the wares sold, but it’s not like he needed these items anymore. Maybe they could bring happiness to others. “Would you like it? The cactus is 10RP, while Bilita Mpash is 500RP.”

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[ Beach Oasis - Post Random Blizzard | Zavier Halbrook ] 

Snow. He loved snow. As a child he would go out and come back at night playing in the snow. Whether it be making snowmen, snow angels, snow ball fights, sledding, or simply exploring the forest it was as if he was in wonderland. The only problem was that he didn’t really have anything to keep him warm. When the blizzard first started he had suffered, since he really wasn’t expecting there to be a blizzard. Especially the desert. He had a stall to run, so gathering all the items while trying to keep warm was challenging.

Making it the the Sphinx was difficult enough, but with all the people taking shelter from the blizzard the space was pretty tight. Still it was freezing inside. If that wasn’t enough he had to deal with his wares floating. Thankfully he had rope on hand, so he could tie them down to prevent them from floating away.

The sweater he wore wasn’t enough to keep him warm and he was shivering. Rubbing his hands together wan’t really helping. I don’t want to freeze in here. But... Guess I don’t really have a choice. It won’t hurt people, so it’s okay. No one was near him, so he gathered paper and wood he had in his backpack and placed it behind him, far from anything it would set fire to. It was better than freezing.

Where was the lighter? He didn’t need one. The magic he had specialized in the past was fire. He only used as a source of light nowadays. Hand ablaze he pointed it to the pile of wood and paper, sending a small blast to the pile effectively igniting it. 

“I hate this power, but it’s what’s keeping me warm.”

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official activity check 9.1

STATUS. Passed.

RUNE POINTS.

PAST TOTAL:  2,300RP / 8AP. TOTAL EARNINGS: 2,800RP CURRENT TOTAL: 5,100RP.

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Mars- If you could change one thing about yourself, what would you change?

Sonja also asked this question

Another self question. I would change everything, if I could. Hmm... What would be close to everything. Lets see... There were two options that he could think of, but one of them came with a high cost. He rather not lose that.

“My eyes. Everything will be completely new. They wouldn’t have seen what my previous eyes had.”

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Venus - If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?

“To be a new person,” he responded immediately. He would like to start fresh. This body of his held too many memories, too many connections, he wanted a new body that was not interconnected with everyone or anyone. A blank slate. Nothing to tie him down anywhere. No origin. If such a thing was remotely possible. Who knows? In this world the impossible may become possible as time passed.

Maybe the answer I’m seeking is nothing, or perhaps everything.If I am nothing there is no connection to anything, however if I am everything there are too many connections that it is impossible to remember the origin. “Wouldn’t it be nice? To start anew?”

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Libra

If you could talk to your past self, what would you tell yourself?

His past self. He didn’t really like thinking about those days. There were a lot of things he had done that he was ashamed of, but he couldn’t change the past. Although that also meant there was a lot of things he wanted to tell his past self. He had been blind them, rather he refused to look at the truth. Now he couldn’t shut himself away from the truth, it trailed behind him no matter what he did.

“Don’t blindly follow others,” he practically hissed. That was a mistake he had to live with for the rest of his life.

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constellations!

If you could have one talent, what would you want it to be? 

“One talent? That’s pretty difficult..” He was supposed that the talent he wish he had was to bring happiness to others, but he wasn’t sure that’s what they were asking. Maybe something that can make other’s happy. Yes... That’s the talent I would have above all others. “Being an inventor,” he answered.

“Then I would be able to make things that bring people joy. Being able to provide that happiness is really all I want. Knowing that I was able to brighten someone else’s day.”