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OUT OF ORDER

Eyeing the hand written (hoof written?) sign on the front of the stairs, Nina had a few questions.  Yeah, sure, she lived on the ground floor so what did she need stairs for, and the elevator was apparently still working if she needed to go up.... But how were stairs out of order??

“Is there someone I can talk to about this?”  a passing thought, said outloud and possibly louder than necessary in the lobby of Hummingbird Hotel..

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Standing behind the younger girl, Nina was......................shocked.  The girl had some wild set up including a massive.... was that a mirror or window to another world or dimension?  And what was the large purple cube attached to said portal with black tentacles?  Or were they some kind of magic cord that brought the cube to life?

Taking a moment to look into the large surface, Nina found herself staring at two characters-- one with a red hat one with a green, in some kind of high-tech wagons....

As a hand-held thing was put in her hands, Nina was at a loss for words... What was she supposed to do?  When the girl said “video games”, being a slightly competitive person, Nina couldn’t say no, even if she didn’t know what she agreed to do...

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Cards, that was a game Nina could play--- depending on the card game, that is.  Staring at the cards in hand, she was a bit on edge; the goal of the game was to lay the card down face down, in order.. But you could lie and put the wrong card down with zero repercussions if you didn’t get caught-- getting caught meant you took the whole deck, and falsely accusing meant the same.  You won if you ran out of cards first.  

Watching the sheep between them place a card down, Nina stared long and hard... Was that really the card they said it was?  Was it a different card?  How was anyone that wasn’t a diviner meant to play this game without being willing to risk it all??  It made sense to wildly accuse at the start with little to lose, but also everyone had so many cards there was less of a chance that it was a fake... GODS.

Watching the male place down a card, Nina was about to go insane-- he had the least amount of cards so he was probably lying, BUT WHAT. IF. HE. WASN’T?! Was that a risk she was willing to take?  She only had a few more cards than him, so if she was wrong, it was over.... But if she was right........

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Nina could not pride herself on her chess playing abilities, however, she was aware of the rules and idea of the game.  She’d grown up watching people play the game like they were plotting tactics for a battle, which (if she was honest) made it seem a lot more exciting of a game than it really was.  Watching the other girl take her pieces one by one, Nina could accept that there was a reason she was not ever the tactician in even practice battles.

“My knight....”  A bit melancholy as her last horse-shaped piece was snatched, leaving the king wide open again.  “...in the real battle, I’d have a sniper or two in the trees or at a distance to bow and arrow all approaching enemies before they got this close to the king...” Thinking to herself that also, if in real life, she wouldn’t just be cut loose to make her own plans, but rather following someone more experienced. 

“The stakes aren’t high enough!” as her king was swiped up, “I need lives at stake to be serious!  I just want to run in like a tank with nothing to lose because I have nothing to lose!” Looking the girl in the eye, “If this was a true battle with lives on the line.. I would have come out victorious.”

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Hello smelly (good smelly) children

I’m refollowing the ML since I mysteriously vanish for x-amount of time

I hit limit after getting the P3 kids so I will try to remember and finish the alphabet tomorrow/when it lifts

I love all you you

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Being in the Deeprealms, she aged at a rate faster than normal from the outside world, as all the other children (and other creatures as a whole) did, but to those within the realms it was still years passing.  It was her eighth birthday, and the first time she’d seen her father since he’d left her behind in the Deeprealm.  Despite not seeing the archer for years, she still smiled through her tears when he came to visit her and gave her her first bow and arrow and even spent an hour or so showing her how to hold it, before leaving once more.  He apologized for leaving, but was worried about how much time had passed in the other world, and promised to visit again soon.

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There she was.  Dazed.  Confused.  Lost?  Not physically lost, but mentally, yes.

“I... what even are most of the things listed?”  Gods if there was something she missed about her home (other than, you know, her friends), it was the simple things.  What in Naga’s name was a “caramel macchiatto upside-down at 120 with 2% steamed and extra caramel drizzle” ????  More than anything, it sounded like some kind of curse, yet instead it came out in a white paper cup with a lid, and the sheep delivering it over the counter smiling, but their eyes were that of someone suffering...

Gods.. GODS she was not even entirely standing in the line, out of fear of being pressured to order something random once her turn came around, but truly.. Even trying to watch the rate of someone ordering, and someone picking up their drink was so out of sync that by the time the person who ordered a “trenta cold brew, no water, two shots, two pumps classic” (whatever THAT was, the sheep cringed in fear at the order..) was grabbing a beverage from the counter, Nina no longer knew if that was who ordered a “cotton candy frappe” or if the person had even been in the cafe before.

“Gods... ....GODS...”

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lumicse:

 “Well… On the bright side, at least the colours bring out your eyes!” If only because their eyes would be the only colours that didn’t burn to look at. She just didn’t want to be rude about what the other had picked out. (Yet, at least.)

“Oh, no.  This isn’t for me.” Gods, really?  What kind of damsel did this girl think Nina was?  Apparently the type to wear a shirt with two suspiciously placed holes in the torso of it cut out.  

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lucyyoursticks:

“This is…simply awful, Nina.”

What sort of father would leave their children by themselves, if they had the opportunity to see them at all? Did they truly have no care for their daughter? Lucina could clearly recall that while her own father wasn’t always there (war obliges), he was when he had the opportunity to.

“A parent leaving their child to themselves at a young age when they had the opportunity not to…it’s unforgiveable. I can’t blame you for feeling that way, not now, not ever.” With a shout, she goes for another slice at the dummy, this time making a deep gash in its chest. Ah, whoops. Falchion was stuck in there now.

“Ah….ah! Oh no…” She pulled, and with a lot of force, managed to get her sword out of this wooden man. Crisis averted. With a sigh, she mused. “…perhaps Falchion is in need of sharpening.”

The sword had always been peculiar– it rarely needed sharpening or any sort of maintenance. Not to say Lucina didn’t take care of it, though. Simply that it wasn’t required for the sword to stay in tip-top shape.

Festering with a bit of hair slipping out of one of her braids, Nina recalled the guilt her father insisted he felt having left her alone for so long.  How he seemed to track her down at any given chance, once she was out of the Deeprealm, apologizing to her. “It’s... It’s fine.. like it is now.”

“I can’t imagine what it’s like for others here who’ve never had to be without a parent until now.” Mindlessly coiling her braid around her index finger, “Being here, it feels normal to be alone.  Though, I suppose I miss my friends-- but if I had them around, I probably wouldn’t have been able to meet people like you as easily, Lucina.”

Watching as Lucina examined her blade, Nina found herself absorbed in the other’s movements.  It was different from times when Nina would stumble upon (or pre-planned to find) delicious scenes she’d reward herself with around town-- no this was nothing like watching guys together.  It was something.. something she couldn’t put a finger on exactly what the feeling was. “What about you?”

“What’s your father like?” Looking a bit surprised, as if her own question to Lucina caught her off guard.

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She didn’t know what happened, but whatever it was, it landed her living in the first room in Hummingbird Hotel suddenly.

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lucyyoursticks:

Living alone was harsh– Lucina knew all about that, though it only began later on during her childhood. Understandably, it seemed the subject had flustered Nina quite a bit. Thinking back to when they first met over the speed dating event…

Struggling to find apt words, only an apology comes out at first. “I’m sorry, Nina.”

Looking to her left side and finding her beloved Falchion, she takes it out of its scabbard. The light coming through the trees made its golden and argent hues ever more beautiful. What a blessed gift she had received. To this day, though, it often dredged up bad memories.

“For what it’s worth, I think you became a fine archer. Your hard work paid off.”

Maybe Nina came here often, since this place looked awfully like an army’s training grounds. A lot of dummies were spread around the clearing, and Lucina thought to clear her mind with some physical activity.

Readying her sword to face a wooden dummy, she spoke in a more hushed tone– one of sadness, anger, frustration. Perhaps it was more to herself than anyone else.

“But as much as you fight against it, the past is impossible to change. You can only hope to make the future a better place.”

And with a single slice, she cut off one of the dummy’s arms. Falchion never lost its sharp edge, even after all of these years. After all of its…usage.

“Huh?”  What in the name of the gods was Lucina apologizing for?  “It’s not your fault my father chose to prioritize other things over seeing his own child.”

Turning her gaze towards the other girl just as she sliced clean through one of the dummies, as if for a moment it felt like Nina couldn’t look away.  There was something almost lonely about the way Lucina held her sword-- and something peculiar about the blade itself, although Nina was no swordsmaster, so her knowledge on the subject left much to be desired.

Hesitating a bit, Nina had the feeling Lucina’s worldly experience far outweighed her own, but could also already hear the voices of her friends at home joking about her being left with no quick comeback for once.  “I’ve long since stopped fighting against it.  It doesn’t take a lot to take the hint when everyone else’s parents visited all the time, but for some reason your own father never would.”

Clenching her bow harder than necessary, “Even the lord he served and his fellow retainer acknowledged and questioned his refusal to see me, so it wasn’t as if he had other duties.” 

Pausing once more, Nina realized her words weren’t exactly matching up.. Yes, she had stopped moping about her father or want to change him, but that didn’t necessarily mean she also stopped being mad about it. Oh, how the thought made her want to poke him in his good eye, if she had to see him at all.

“Anyways... Sorry for just sort of... all of that,” gesturing a little, “I’ve been told it’s rude of me to talk about my own father like the scum he is..”

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kusamochilover:

Receiving a snarky remark instead of an apology didn’t sit well with Hajime. He had met enough extraordinary and infuriating people to not let this girl get under his skin too easily, but she better be prepared for him to cut her bullshit to pieces if she was going to keep this up.

“Watch it like a normal person would? Don’t treat a classic like that. Fullmetal Baalchemist: Braatherherd  is loved by many, so treat it as such.” 

Hajime was one of those people who cared deeply for that anime. He wasn’t at all a big anime fan and hadn’t watched any in years, but he still remembered the journey of those two brothers fondly.

Watch it?  Was he suggesting she prop the box up and just.... stare at it?  For how long?  Was it, giving the box another glance, really an activity that was “loved by many”?

And so, she spoke her mind, as she does, “You are telling me.. I am to simply watch this boxed object?”  Truly, it sounded just as ridiculous to say as she thought the activity was.  Unless, perhaps there was some secret unlocked after you looked at it long enough, “How long are we talking?  I don’t have all day to just stare at something, you know.  I have priorities and responsibilities to other people I have to fulfill for the better of humanity.” You know, like checking out the cute guy at the cafe, talk to the other cute guy ordering a beverage from him.  Very important.

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kusamochilover:

Hajime gently placed his two lava lamps down before rubbing the back of his head. That hurt, dammit! Fighting back tears, he looked around him to find what had hit him in the first place. To his surprise he found a copy of Fullmetal Baalchemist: Braatherherd at his feet. Throwing a classic at his head wasn’t only painful, it was plain disrespectful! 

Just when Hajime had been about to ask who was responsible for this, the culprit presented herself. 

“What?” Leaving the girl’s sudden appearance aside, Hajime was in too much pain to catch what she was mumbling about. Something about her gave him the impression he should know her, but he was certain he had never seen her before. “I’ve been better. What did you do that for?”

Collecting herself slowly, it was almost impossible to actually look at PHM without remembering everything.  Gods, how was she to speak clearly and eloquently when all she could think about were the muscled bodies touching each other under the sun?

“What did I do that for?  What were you doing in the course of my throw?”  Gosh, words were hard when the forbidden acts of boy love was on the mind.  Nothing was exactly sounding or coming out the way Nina intended for them to.  What happened to making sure the victim was ok?  We may never know anymore. “I would have been able to avoid such a projectile as large as that one,” gesturing at the complete box set, whatever that meant, resting on the ground.  “What else am I supposed to do with it?”

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kusamochilover:

Carrying two lava lamps in his arms and feeling the key of his new car in his back pocket, Hajime was walking back home in a daze. He was overjoyed to have won something at all, but the fact that he had won a Volksbaagen Baatle left him unsure of what to do with himself. 

The thought of having to take up driving lessons made a sigh pass his lips. He could only hope there was a human driving instructor in Stella City. He would rather not use his car at all than fear for his life every time he got into a car with his sheep driving instructor. 

Being lost in thought, Hajime didn’t notice the projectile coming straight for his head at all. It hit the back of his head hard enough to almost make him drop the lave lamps in his arms, but he barely managed to hold onto them.

“Ow! What the Hell?!” 

As the sound of the collision resounded though, what could have been described as, the entire city, Nina may have felt a little bad.  Just a little.  Her goal frisbee-ing the item wasn’t to club someone with it, however, a true warrior would have been able to dodge that.  Thus, her current conclusion: being a good person and seeing if the victim was ok.

Only, she may not make it that far, as upon sighting the victim, Nina found herself looking at none other than the iconic Pointy Haired Male, more affectionately known as “PHM”.  Gods, if it was true that a person saw only joy at their final moments, then Nina was dead and had been for a long time, as the memories of that day at the beach rushed back to her.  Bodies touching bodies, muscles clenching and relaxing as wandering hands made their way “all over his wanton body as if searching for the perfect spot to trigger the most pleasure in this body under the hot sun, skin glistening as if made of diamonds...” mumbling the last bit of her thoughts out loud without realizing, maybe.

No, no.  She needed to stay on task-- a fantasy could only go so far if part of it was injured beyond repair, and not in the way one might think she was thinking it.  “H..Hey..!! You.  Are you okay...?”