In the Name of Justice

Princess of Selphia, Fighter at heart. - Affiliated with HMML -

[unafreyed]

/After putting on some convincing zombie makeup, he gets into her bed while she’s out, covering up the conspicuous Lest-shaped bump with stuffed animals and lying very still. He waits in silence, knowing that it’ll be totally worth it when she gets back./

/Frey comes home after a long day out in the fields, expecting to relax and take a soothing bubble bath. However, she stops in her tracks as she sees the stuffed animals on her bed, wondering how, and why they were there. Curiosity gets the best of her and she picks one up, resulting in the pile completely disassembling and leaving a grotesque-looking Lest still attempting to stay very, very silent./

Lest… what exactly are you doing?

[butler-power]

Princess Business [Frey/Vishnal]

Vishnal cracked the door open to the Princess’ room, it wasn’t that early in the morning per say, but definitely earlier then the usual time he’d come in to greet the girl. But today was a little bit different none the less, he was in charge of prepping her for later in the evening, and he was going to make sure that he did his duties properly.

“Princess .. ♪?” The young man cooed in a sweet tone, before quickly rising the blinds to the window in her room and letting the bright sunlight flood the room. 

“Rise and shine! I know it’s a bit early but it’s time to get up this morning!”

[unafreyed]

And so it begins: the worst part of Frey’s day, when sweet, honey-combed dreams (or nightmares of falling from great heights) are interrupted by the light of dawn and the chipper voice of a young butler-to-be.

If there was anything she could do, however, was stay positive in times of peril, and she guessed that if anyone had to deal with her in the morning, she was glad that it was Vishnal. Normally he took her moaning and groaning in with stride, and if anything, it was his bright smile that eased her into her regular, go-getter attitude.

Of course, this thought was not enough to actually get her to willingly get out of bed, and just like any other day, Frey responded to his coaxing by pulling the covers over her head and twisting into a ball of discomfort.

“Just twenty more minutes,” she begged, voice muffled between the sheets. “Please, Vishnal… No one will know, and I promise you, I’ll get my work done twice as fast.”

[quotethat]

When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[unafreyed]

okokok im back from the dead and ready to rp again! (”:

here are some things to note:

i’m doing a soft reset on frey

if anyone wants to start up a thread, let me know! however, because i’m still trying to learn how to balance school and rp, i’m capping this at 3 for now

in regards to old threads, i’m thinking of dropping them. however, just let me know if you want to continue an old thread and i will be more than happy to oblige!

[cloricutie]

Girls' Day Out - Frey/Clorica

[cloricutie]

“You wanted to see me, Princess?” Clorica asked with a tilt of her head and a bright smile.  It felt nice that the other girl had been searching for her in particular, and it did nothing but raise her pride and her spirits.

Watching as Frey spun around once she had made her way towards her, Clorica let out a light laugh as she clasped her hands together.  “I think you look wonderful, Miss Frey!” Clorica exclaimed.  She was not simply speaking the compliment to be polite, but rather the princess really did look very nice.  “Very cute… ♥”

“… ?” Once Frey explained her plans for the day, Clorica paused to think if she had to do any more work around the castle.  “Um… yes, I think I can spare a little bit of my time!  As long as we’re not out too late. ♪” She did have a few small tasks to still do, but those could wait until later that day.

“Where did you want to go shopping… ?  Did you need anything in particular?”  A pause as she smiled brightly at the girl once more.  “And thank you for inviting me~!”

[unafreyed]

Hearing Clorica confirm that her dress was “very cute,” Frey could not help but let out a laugh. She was glad that she thought so -- delighted, actually! After all her friend had, in her opinion, very fine taste in fashion, so it really meant a lot.

“Thank you!” She said, laughing again. “It makes me so happy that you think so -- I was a bit worried that this dress wouldn’t fit me very well. But if you really think it looks cute, then who am I to doubt you?”

Frey paused to listen to Clorica answer another one of her questions, this time smiling in response. “Are you sure? I’d hate for you to have to come back to a list of chores that you could’ve finished if not for me. We could always plan a shopping trip for another time!” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she thought for a bit, before continuing to speak. “But if truly do have the time to accompany me today, I can promise you that we wont be out too late! I was thinking we could maybe shop for clothes? My wardrobe’s looking a little outdated at the moment, and it shouldn’t take too long to remedy that.”

Mirroring her friend’s expression, Frey nods. “Of course! It’s more fun to shop with girl friends than going alone, don’t you think?~”

[the-midnight-skye]

Stealing from the Wrong Place - Frey/Skye

[the-midnight-skye]

Of course Skye had planned to sell his new treasures at the first chance he had, but given that he had just stolen them that night, that chance had not quite come.  Oh well.  It seemed like that was a blessing in disguise.

Watching as the princess walked around him, Skye could only roll his eyes, waiting for her to get her fill.  “Goodness, Princess… I know I’m beautiful, but no need to stare.”  He spoke in the same tone he usually used to flirt, but the underlying bitterness was evident.

“Oh come on!  I gave you this stuff back, so-”  Before the man could finish his response, Skye cut himself off once the princess finished her own statement.  Well that was his cue to run.

“Yeah… sorry but that’s not happening!”  He walked towards the window, climbing on the windowsill and preparing himself to jump out.  “This thief’s not quite done with what he started. ♥” 

Skye waved to the woman before jumping out the first storey window and onto the grown below, completely ignoring the door that was only a few feet away.

[unafreyed]

Frey should’ve known that the man was going to run. After all, he was a thief -- and all thieves were sneaky little rats. 

Unfortunately, she didn’t think of the possibility until it was too late, and while he began to climb out the window all she could do was stare in open-mouthed shock. Of course, this didn’t mean she wasn’t going to chase after him -- only that she’d allowed him to get a head start. She could, without a doubt, close the gap in no time if she ran fast enough.

With this in mind, Frey, like any sensible person would, ran out the front door to ensure that he wouldn’t get away. Looking around wildly, she spotted a mess of silver hair not too far away and began sprinting towards him in a blur of fury.

“You come back here, you coward! Come back and face the consequences of your horrible, horrible actions!”

[unafreyed]

*She stared at the products, her jaw dropping slightly.* So, wait, I'm sorry. I'm not so use to knowing about monster products. Since they're bigger, would they last longer as ingredients? Like, one of their eggs for every two of a chickens?

No, no, that’s quite alright! /She nods, flashing her an understanding smile/ These things can be quite confusing, I know. But to clear things up, yes! Larger products last longer than smaller ones, and they also typically improve the quality of food. I’d say that one large egg would equal maybe... a 3 small eggs? Or one chicken egg and a half!

[bigeaternote-deactivated2015091]

Fujimoto Fashion

[bigeaternote-deactivated2015091]

        A few people had come by to browse, and they seemed impressed. She couldn’t wait for her turn to go look around when she had the time to. When the last of the people left, she prepared herself to leave, but she took notice of another person coming towards her. It would be rude of her to leave.

        As the person approached, she gave her a smile. The girl kidna reminded her of…Hatsune Miku?! Shifting uncomfortably, Amanda kept a smile on her face. The girl looked quite happy with seeing these clothing. Amanda never thought that it would make someone’s day this much, but she was glad nonetheless. Yet Amanda was thrown off again by her question.

[unafreyed]

        ❝Monsters?❞ Amanda tilted her head in confusion. ❝I…I’m not sure. I’d say it depends how hard and how long you fight the monster for. Everything is bound to get damage. However, I don’t think it would withstand as well as other things.❞

Frey let out a long hum of breath as she took in the owner’s answer. The dress was pretty, but if she couldn’t fight in it...

“I see,” she nodded, glancing first at the girl and then back at the garment in her hands. She held the dress up against herself, trying to get a good measure of how well it would fit. Oh, but it was awfully, awfully pretty... Maybe she could wear it on special occasions? And it wasn’t like she had the chance to go clothes shopping very often...

“Would you be willing to trade it for anything of mine? I have a selection of monster products, packets of seeds from Selphia, my hometown, and charms and other accessories that are handcrafted.”

[unafreyed]

*She stared at her in a bit of a disbelief. Monsters laid eggs and could be milked? She didn't even want to know about being able to make tools with them.* I don't think I have the equipment to make any tools. Are the eggs and dairy better than what a normal cow and chicken make?

/Furrows her brows/ Hmm, I’m not sure about the quality, but I do know that if you take good care of your monsters, their produce can get quite large -- bigger than what I’ve seen most normal cows and chickens can make! /Scans the stall for a sample to show, carefully picking out a carton of large eggs and a flask full of milk./ Luckily, I’ve developed a close relationship with my monsters; this is what I usually get from them every day!

[orehunter-blog]

Rest and Relaxation || Owen and Frey

Ahh the bar, the perfect place to kick back, relax, and enjoy the fine music and tasty drinks. Owen had just gotten off work and, as he did every night, made his way to the bar. The thick summer heat still clung to his shirt as he walked into the thankfully air conditioned building. A relieved sigh left his lips as he let the cool air consume him. Grey eyes glanced around the rustic looking room, taking note of how many people were inside. It didn’t take long for him to spy an open seat and with a few hello’s to the regulars he put a hand on the bar stools back.

“Mind if I snag this seat?” He smiled brightly despite how worn out and dirty he still looked. He had missed a few patches of dust here and there when he “cleaned up”. 

[unafreyed]

Always seemingly having something to worry about or someone to take care of, Frey made sure to make the most of her travels on the off chance that all was well in Selphia and she was confident enough to take a break from her duties. Being entirely afraid of heights, she hated having to ride on airships on her own. What kept her coming back, however, was that the trips she’s had have been entirely worth the sweaty palms and bothersome twitch of her brow while off the ground.

Today, Frey had landed in Castanet -- courtesy of the green pastures and waves of blue that many a Selphian tourist have enthused over. Arriving just before noon, she spent most of her time so far sightseeing and buying souvenirs for her friends back at home. The sun had now set, however, and while there were no bars where she was from, she knew that the place would be busy in the evening. 

With this in mind, she made her way inside what was called the “Brass Bar,” taking timid steps towards an empty bar stool from across the room. It wasn’t long after she had ordered a light, fruity drink that a low voice had caught her attention, his hand on the bar stool next to her as he asked for permission to sit. The grin on his -- the man with the wild red hair’s -- face seemed to be infectious, for she quickly adopted a smile of her own and nodded.

“No problem,” Frey said, gesturing towards the open seat. She snuck a quick glance at the bartender before looking back at him, her expression poised but friendly. “It sure is packed in here, huh?”

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Fujimoto Fashion

        The wasn’t letting up today. Despite knowing that it was probably going to be hot, she wore one of her lighter coloured clothing while still matching her wares and stall.

        While unpacking the boxes, Amanda decided that it would be best to have one side designated to her handmade clothing, while the other side to her old clothing. She was excited to show her items, especially her handmade ones. Let’s hope that someone liked them.

        As the people began to enter the festival grounds, Scruffy and Biscuits eagerly wagged their tails as they watched people pass by. They were awfully well-behaved today.

        ❝I’m so excited! I wonder what kinds of things we’ll see today.❞

[unafreyed]

Part of the fun of going to trading grounds was seeing what others had to sell. Thus, not wanting to miss out on the experience, the first thing Frey did upon arriving at the festival was stop at the first stall she saw. And boy was she glad that she did because how cute was this! A stand full of dresses, and shoes, and stockings -- any girl’s fantasy.

Being that Selphia had only one place to buy clothes, and that one place having a very limited selection of wares, Frey almost wanted to cry out loud in joy. She didn’t, however, and instead used her bountiful energy to look through the seller’s merchandise. She only stopped her search when she came across a plain, but pretty white dress, and holding it up so the owner could see, she called out to get her attention.

“Um, excuse me! May I ask -- is the fabric of this dress durable enough to withstand battles with monsters and the like?”

[unafreyed]

Monster products? *Raises an eyebrow at them.* Uh... like what? What can you even use Monster products for?

/Turns to look at the products at her stall before looking back at the customer with a smile/ 

Welcome!

There’s a lot of things you can use Monster products for, but I mainly use them to cook or forge. Things like milk and eggs can really come in handy when you’re craving a midnight dessert! And if you’re in need of any weapons, charms, or farm tools but don’t want to spend an absurd amount of money on them at your local blacksmith, you can use certain monster products to make them right at the leisure of your own home.~

[unafreyed]

Frey’s Finest || Open to Multiple

Even with ample experience in selling her own products, Frey could not help but feel skittish as she set up her stall of monster products. 

“Frey’s Finest,” read the wooden-plank sign as she struggled to secure it against the foot of her makeshift counter. When she was finally satisfied with her work, she moved to brush her hand against her cheek, looking around the crowds of people in a display of apparent hesitance. She supposed that what made her the most nervous was not the strangers peering and picking at her wares, but what they were peering and picking at. After all, monster products didn’t sound particularly appealing. Through experience, however, she knew that they proved to be useful for many various things -- cooking, crafting, and forging being just a few examples.

The thought of this gave her a boost in confidence, and as Frey made her way behind the stall she held her chin up high in preparation for whatever questions or accusations that may be fired her way.

[tokimaeki-moved]

Watercolor fanart of Rune Factory 4. The first dungeon was probably my favorite in the game, and Ambrosia was a great first boss.

[the-midnight-skye]

Stealing from the Wrong Place - Frey/Skye

[the-midnight-skye]

Still hunched over, Skye grit his teeth in anger, unsure of exactly what to do in the situation.  So he simply watched.  Watched as the princess tore his tiny house apart.

“My apologizes, Princess,” the man responded, hardly attempting to mask his annoyance.  “Ask whatever questions you please.  Destroy whatever you please.  Do whatever you want.”  He was bitter.  Bitter that a woman who got whatever she wanted was going through the few possessions that he owned.  Some always got what they wanted in life.

Standing up straight, Skye then walked to the other side of his room, bending down to pick up the bag of things he had stolen from the castle.  “It’s right here.  You think I wouldn’t know where I kept all my stuff?”  Practically shoving the bag in Frey’s face, Skye handed it to her with a bitter glare.  

“Now if you’re done threatening me, would you do me the lovely favour of getting out of my house?”

[unafreyed]

Frey stopped momentarily to watch as the thief stalked across the room. To her surprise he complied with her demand, picking up a bag of sorts and thrusting it into her possession a few moments afterwards. Peering into the bag, she found that everything Volkanon had reported missing was inside, and intact.

It seemed like he was at least kind enough to have left her belongings alone. Or rather, it seemed like he had not yet gotten the chance to swap them in for gold. 

Yes, that was a much more probable explanation. 

Flashing him a petulant frown, Frey brushed the dirt off her dress and huffed. “I guess everything’s here...” she said, allowing herself to march towards the thief and circle around him in a display of suspicion. Her brows knit together as she inspected his person, fighting the urge not to punch his pretty little face once more. However, her seriousness melted away for a brief period when he suggested that she get out of his house.

“Me? Leave you alone so you might steal again?” Frey laughed, putting her hands on her hips. “As if! You’re coming with me back to Selphia, where you’ll be tried and- and-” She paused for a moment, trying to think of the right word to use.

“-And hanged! That’s right, hanged! Don’t think you’re getting away with stealing from my town so easily!”

[tenshiyaes]

i miss the summer – ref

[unafreyed]

music festival drawing requests!

cloricutie noblexxe grumpy-gilligan