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"A Fool's Paradise." Before roleplaying with me, please direct yourself to the "links" tab above and read over my list of guidelines. Thank you. { Affiliation: Citta Alveare }  This blog will not be spoiler free.

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| juvilation |

☂  { ah … manners are one thing juvia thinks many will never find in this city, but you can certainly hope …  }

                   “... Is that so? I can't say I've run into many who                    are really.. Well, lacking in that department--                     Not yet at least. Though now that I think about                    it... Maybe I have.” 

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| lamaroeildolce |

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「¢」▪ ▪ █ “There’s something re-e-e-e-eally familiar about you.” Cent tapped his chin, gazing down at the golden-haired boy. Oh, right, this kid looked like that other snot-nosed kid Disciple. He flipped his jet-black hair, and sighed plainly. “And I sure don’t like it! Ever thought about changing your hairstyle to something less… I don’t know, less like it is now?”

                     “I get mistaken for others a lot.” 

♦ | | There's little more than a shrug of both shoulders; What Oz would hear seemed like old news, as it were, and came as very little surprise. Going beyond a generic appearance wasn't something he'd ever really strived to acheive-- He couldn't care less, in fact.

                     “Though I can't say I have, no. I've had better                      things to worry about, I guess-- Why? Does                      it really bother you that much?” 

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| juvilation |

☂  { it is still courteous for juvia to apologize for getting in your way, though! otherwise she would not be living up to her own standards for manners, she is afraid! }

                     “Ah...Manners. Right! I suppose proper mannerism                      is a good thing to strive for--And worth admiring!                      You could set a prime example for many others                      about the city who need it as well, I'm sure.” 

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| juvilation |

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☂  { ah! please … watch where you’re going. juvia does her best to pay attention to other pedestrians, but she has no need to look … down anymore. she apologizes! }

                     “Hmm? But-- The fault is hardly yours! I'm                      the one who ought to apologize instead, no?                      Ha, ha-- But if you don't mind my asking,                      who is this... Juvia you mentioned?” 

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♚ :: this is quite delayed and pretty much just overdue, but please like this post for a mini that i'll hopefully write either today or tomorrow! i'll be capping it at three because i'll be doing the same with some of my other muses, though please don't be afraid to drop by my inbox if you'd like to request something longer or just plot in general because i'm always open to doing so! i'll also likely be going around and liking some ads in hopes of getting a bit more interaction going with Oz here because lbr he needs more FRIENDs

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♚ :: as you can probably tell, the holiday season has kept me busy and inactive and i've fallen behind on replies as a result, so i guess you can easily consider me lost! because of this, i'm afraid i'm going to drop everything and start fresh. it's all my fault, truly, and i am very sorry to everyone i was threading with!! there is a thread or two i still expect to reply to, however, so i suppose it's not.. everything.

however, please let me know if you'd like to continue or if you wish to start something new entirely! i'll also be posting an ad sometime this week, though don't be afraid to come to me for a bit of plotting in the meantime! i really want to start being more active on here, after all, and Oz definitely wants more friends! or enemies.

happy new year everyone! thank you for your understanding and my apologies once more!

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You awake to discover 4 or 5 presents stowed away in your abode, all of which have been boxed in pristine, vibrantly wrapped boxed adorned with bows. Some of these boxes contain: a bundle of carrots, a stuffed animal bunny (This is not to be published or responded to until the 25th. Merry Christmas!)

It was a sight he never would have expected to see, those festive boxes, though it did warm the youth’s heart— He hadn’t imagined he would be in anyone’s thoughts that day, let alone in those of the fabled man in a red suit and hat. Though the gifts simple, they are regarded with thanks and enthusiasm as the wrapping was carefully peeled away— He even takes a bite from a carrot as the rabbit receives a friendly pat on the head. Who was he to turn away a bit of free food?

                      “Whomever you are…You have my                      thanks! Merry Christmas!” 

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HOW TO TIE A CRAVAT, BY OZ! : FAILURE EDITION

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| plegiandarkmage |

Huh? This boy really was something.

╰☆╮ “Oh you lack the ability to understand sarcasm then? I see, well… I meant to say I would kill you over such comments but I kind of pity you now, did you hit your head falling from a set of stairs perhaps… more importantly have you ever fallen from a set of stairs, would you like to try it?”

                     “Er... Yes, actually. I do recall having                      fallen down a flight of stairs before                      some time ago--” 

♦ | | Having been pushed was a better way to describe it, yet it stood as something he'd minded little and had been quick to forgive, few scrapes aside; he'd deserved it. Alice wasn't one he should ever leave alone, after all!

However, Oz is quick to pick up on the woman's threat in company of the malice, and he offeres nothing more than a shake of the head and chuckle behind a palm in return.

                     “But I definitely wouldn't consider it                      a pleasant experience, nor one I                      would care to reapeat... If you'd be                      so kind, miss..?” 

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You can mess up my mind,                            break my body                                    shatter my soul;

                                           I don’t care.

                                                        But if you harm,                                                              The people that I love.                                                                     If they shed a single tear?                                                                                      A drop of blood?

                            [I WILL DESTROY YOU.]                            

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| littlechain |

    Alice curiously and conspicuously leaned in close to the blond, her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly parted, an expectant expression quickly following suit.

    "Hnn?” Violet eyes scanned the page of the strange brightly colored book. She knew they existed in this world but had never gotten a good look for herself. The vibrancy made the dull black-and-white books of her time seem poor in comparison. "What’s that, Oz?"

                    “That's precicely it, Alice! What is it?”

♦ | | Fingertips smoothly trace along the cheap binding of the periodical as he rises to his feet, turning and holding it out for his companion to catch a better glimpse. Then on point does a finger land upon paper, followed by the faint sound of a crinke with the quick flip of a page-- And the boy points to what stood out to him most; the word 'console' printed in bold along with the colorful image beneath it.

                     “I've never seen anything like it! And                      actually... I think I might want to buy                      one-- To best learn how it might work,                      I mean! It looks so.. intriguing, don't                      you think?”

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.                                              Ꮿᶤᶰᵗᵉʳ .◆. Ᏸᵃˡˡ                                              .                                          (  jan.3rd   jan. 10th  )

                       The thing about masks is they set us free.                                    The thing about masks is they chain us.                                         The thing about masks is they contain us.

     ℜumors, had scraped the towers of gossip, ‘A ball?’ These whispers and murmurs were all they had been, until the final release of facts had came forth. Invitations with a flair of decorative intent. They came with a small mask, not one capable of placing on top your face, but something quaint and tiny. To signify its importance from which your eyes laid upon. The envelope reads your name and you come to realize that it is indeed for you. As for its contents, you question it. Either you come to open it or you find it opened for you, because it seems like….The sender of this letter, is bent on having you read it.           A Winter ball ◆ a Masquerade.      ’Ꮥound the bells, the time has arrived. A sweet promise of happier fates, of which to be bestowed upon all!’ It would seem the person had far high regard for their little event and whether or not you wish to go it would seem hard to turn against it otherwise. Is it your unfaltering curiosity? Who will go? What foolish people will bicker about like excited individuals over their prized dresses and tuxes? Or perhaps you are so enchanted by the idea of promised happiness that it glitters you up like a bright diamond, you of course have to go. Regardless, with the invitation in hand you are compelled to do so.  ℱurther, you look behind the invitation. The information provided thus so:      This ball will be a Masquerade as you could as much guess by the added trinket to your letter. You will not be allowed in, until you wear one—but you can already guess by now that your heart or lack of one—who knows—is undoubtedly interested in going. That is, with this letter a magical little thing that very well comes to makeyou wanna go—and here you will be.       A museum, within sector oo6. Known famously for its spacious endeavors and  beauteous decor. The inside of the walls are made of marble and the shafts above are panned out with flowery bushes and branches much like all of sector oo6 itself. There in the main floor, is where the ball will be held. However, the museum itself will be opened to all. Its an important part of the ball itself, as the festivities will be opened from mid afternoon through out the evening.      Within the walls of the museum, will be show cased historical significance from each of your worlds. The moments that paved the way of your brilliant futures into something more. Find solace, find happiness, lose your way in the heat of the night. Learn about those around you. Find happiness in what is around you, but above all else.                                                Dance.   

                               And do not fret, my friends.                              There is a time to play and a time to fight.                                     And here you will find no reason to fight.      Strange were the last words, left upon you to ponder. However, it still holds true that you are very much interested in going and will no sooner find yourself preparing for the ball that would soon come.

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    She rests her hands on his head.

   "Don’t forget you’re my property, Oz.”

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                    “Alice!”

♦ | | A small chuckle rings out as slim fingers comb through strands of flaxen in reaction to the disruption, a magazine held in his opposite palm and forgotten for mere seconds.

                    “You have a knack for showing up at the most                     unexpected of times! Oh, but here-- Have a look                     at this! What do you see?”

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essentialvigor:

                ❀} "I guess I did! With all the strange people I’ve met, my second guess would have been that of a mind reader! Oz though.. What an interesting name! I don’t think I’ve ever met someone with it before. It’s a pleasure to meet you Oz.  Saki Mitonoya at your service!" A fool hardy introduction attempting to build up the plainness of her own name the woman gave a chuckle in follow.

                    “So you’ve been interchanging different places in your previous life too huh? Does make culture shock easier. Less stress than the first or second time. Second nature does let your body grow used to that kinda thing. Personally all my experiences resulted in something worthwhile. So the only view in a situation like this is pretty similar as all the other ones are. Plus, being negative in a situation you have no control over seems almost pointless, don’t you think?”

               “The pleasure is all mine, lady Saki! Though                      I must say your name has an interesting ring                      to it as well! And foreign, surely, as nearly                      everyone here seems to be.”

                “Troublesome, yes. But pointless-- Maybe not.                       Some good can come out of suspicion and                       fear, at times! Something to do with instinct,                      I guess, when thrown in unfamiliar situations                      such as this. It could, lets say.. save a life.                      And these situations do have their negative                      points, I'll admit.”

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There is no  Redemption,

no { Salvation } 

      for someone who’s ultimate Sin

is their very   E x i s t e n c e.

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mavrofidi:

     ”It comes with the job description”

     Her dry, practically lifeless tone almost entirely covers up any attempt at a joke hidden between the lines. But, given her companions equally as interesting disposition — that is, the distinct echoes of “child” reverberating from him — Rider finds it difficult to muster her usual animosity.      And so, she continues to stumble over the awkward edges of non-rehearsed conversation. “If you can sense that, however, you must have magic within you.”

                     “Nothing of the sort, actually! You simply                      have a certain air about you that constrasts                      with most others'. Call it intuition, if you must!”

♦ | | Only then do both corners of his lips upturn, chin rested atop a loose fist as a weak trace of laughter is offered in company of his own easy persona. 'Intuition' proved a bit far fetched, for the deduction involved little gueswork. Only a distinct feeling.

                     “Though to come to that conclusion must                      mean you've encountered something of the                      sort in the past! Would you consider yourself                      a believer in magic?”

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plegiandarkmage:

"And you somewhat remind me of a dead person."

Because he’s going to die probably anyway.

                     “Oh? Why might that be? I can't say I really                      feel nor look the part of a living corpse. Or--                      Could you be referring to my hygiene? I didn't                      think I smelled that bad! Actually, I was led                      to believe that I smelled like a... Dove.”