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TEXTING SHITNANIGANS
who cares if these characters shouldn't have phones. text them anyway.
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lumineuse[ It didn't feel too real, at times. They've managed to stop Lord Artorius's plans of suppressing human emotion, but at a great cost - Velvet. And in some ways Laphicet, too, who chose to inhabit his Empyrean form rather than his Malak one. He could no longer be seen, but his domain was strong, and Eleanor could swear she could always feel him nearby.
Eleanor had vowed to spread the word on Maotelus, the new Empyrean. But a part of her wished she could also dispel the negative notions about the Lord of Calamity, who, at her core, had been undeniably a loving sister corrupted by terrible turn of events.
She missed them both. But she also missed Eizen and the Van Eltia crew, who, despite being vicious pirates, were also the most lively beings she had the opportunity to travel with. She missed Magilou, whom she'd sometimes seen in some of the cities she herself had visited. She missed Rokurou, whose disposition had always made her feel at ease despite the dangers they had faced.
In traveling the world to offer whatever help she could as a former member of the Abbey, Eleanor faced dangers still. However, they didn't always take the form of therions or daemons. Some came from vengeful Malaks, or from humans who felt slighted and abandoned by the Abbey.
She could defend herself well, of course. But she missed the times when she was not alone in handling them.
After a particularly difficult encounter with a father who lost his daughter in a rogue daemon attack, Eleanor felt herself slump near the stump in Stonebury. She needed to breathe, just a bit. Just a bit.
And then she'd be ready to face the world again, as appropriate. ]
Eleanor had vowed to spread the word on Maotelus, the new Empyrean. But a part of her wished she could also dispel the negative notions about the Lord of Calamity, who, at her core, had been undeniably a loving sister corrupted by terrible turn of events.
She missed them both. But she also missed Eizen and the Van Eltia crew, who, despite being vicious pirates, were also the most lively beings she had the opportunity to travel with. She missed Magilou, whom she'd sometimes seen in some of the cities she herself had visited. She missed Rokurou, whose disposition had always made her feel at ease despite the dangers they had faced.
In traveling the world to offer whatever help she could as a former member of the Abbey, Eleanor faced dangers still. However, they didn't always take the form of therions or daemons. Some came from vengeful Malaks, or from humans who felt slighted and abandoned by the Abbey.
She could defend herself well, of course. But she missed the times when she was not alone in handling them.
After a particularly difficult encounter with a father who lost his daughter in a rogue daemon attack, Eleanor felt herself slump near the stump in Stonebury. She needed to breathe, just a bit. Just a bit.
And then she'd be ready to face the world again, as appropriate. ]
call me out
Apr. 10th, 2017 09:58 amzarahjoyce CALL ME OUT
choose a character
call them out: put their name in the comment header
leave a prompt (picture, music, quote, etc!) or text 'em or even a blank comment
no smut please!
choose a character
call them out: put their name in the comment header
leave a prompt (picture, music, quote, etc!) or text 'em or even a blank comment
no smut please!
nursed back to health meme
Apr. 3rd, 2017 11:02 amlumineuse[ this all felt so unnaturally complicated, but Eleanor wasn't going to pretend to have a grasp of rokurou's beliefs. she only knew a bit about his debt to velvet, so to be on the receiving end of such a commitment - ]
Well, what if something happens that'll lead to you having to choose whose debt you have to pay first?
[ she wasn't being difficult for the sake of being difficult; rather, she was just curious about how his debt system worked.
what if he needed to choose between her and velvet? ]
[ ooc: continuation of this thread! ]
Well, what if something happens that'll lead to you having to choose whose debt you have to pay first?
[ she wasn't being difficult for the sake of being difficult; rather, she was just curious about how his debt system worked.
what if he needed to choose between her and velvet? ]
[ ooc: continuation of this thread! ]
for squirestarter
Mar. 3rd, 2017 08:23 ampendragos[ the permission-granting missive from hyland arrived within a fortnight of its departure. sergei read its contents, sighed in relief, then folded it and placed it in his pocket. he then informed his men of the good news.
soon, they were on their way to ladylake.
it was odd, he thought, that his men, when granted a one-day reprieve from their duties, would collectively choose to go to a foreign land than stay within the confines of their country. then again, that was perhaps why they chose to do so. hyland had been long considered an alien land - filled with men and women whose tales of evil deeds would make any church-abiding citizen's skin crawl, and would make the strongest of men desire to purge them from the world. however, they were soon to learn that this was not so. indeed, the hyland folks were just like them - struggling to survive and live in a place once filled with hate and malevolence.
odd, indeed, how times had changed, ever since the arrival of the shepherd and the blessed seraphim.
soon, sergei and his men could see the silhouette of the city. a few hours travel more, and they would be entering ladylake. and so, a certain thought entered sergei's mind: is she there?
he shook his head to clear it, and yet the persistent, yearning thought remained.
as well as the hope that, indeed, she would be. ]
soon, they were on their way to ladylake.
it was odd, he thought, that his men, when granted a one-day reprieve from their duties, would collectively choose to go to a foreign land than stay within the confines of their country. then again, that was perhaps why they chose to do so. hyland had been long considered an alien land - filled with men and women whose tales of evil deeds would make any church-abiding citizen's skin crawl, and would make the strongest of men desire to purge them from the world. however, they were soon to learn that this was not so. indeed, the hyland folks were just like them - struggling to survive and live in a place once filled with hate and malevolence.
odd, indeed, how times had changed, ever since the arrival of the shepherd and the blessed seraphim.
soon, sergei and his men could see the silhouette of the city. a few hours travel more, and they would be entering ladylake. and so, a certain thought entered sergei's mind: is she there?
he shook his head to clear it, and yet the persistent, yearning thought remained.
as well as the hope that, indeed, she would be. ]
for hisownjustice
Feb. 6th, 2017 10:01 amdelightly[ these past few weeks have been very peaceful in ilyccia - especially here, in halure. estelle hums to herself, enjoying the quiet as she watches the blossoms fall from the tree. she's been granted a week's worth of vacation from her tasks in the castle, and she intends on spending it in her new home - a place she hasn't been in for a few months, now.
odd. has she been gone for so long...? she's never even realized it.
nonetheless, the people have been very kind in keeping it tidy for her; she didn't ask them to, and yet they did - and for that, estelle will be forever grateful.
she sighs. perhaps she ought to include a trip to dahngrest in her schedule, just to check how her friends have been faring. she misses them so very terribly. perhaps she ought to leave by tomorrow or the day after that, if she intends to return to zaphias on time. but maybe, just maybe, she can ask ioder for a few days' extension...?
enough of that, for now. estelle looks down at the opened notebook on her lap. for now she intends to get some writing done, and then she can worry about her schedule. ]
odd. has she been gone for so long...? she's never even realized it.
nonetheless, the people have been very kind in keeping it tidy for her; she didn't ask them to, and yet they did - and for that, estelle will be forever grateful.
she sighs. perhaps she ought to include a trip to dahngrest in her schedule, just to check how her friends have been faring. she misses them so very terribly. perhaps she ought to leave by tomorrow or the day after that, if she intends to return to zaphias on time. but maybe, just maybe, she can ask ioder for a few days' extension...?
enough of that, for now. estelle looks down at the opened notebook on her lap. for now she intends to get some writing done, and then she can worry about her schedule. ]
for circulets
Jan. 10th, 2017 08:52 amumbrelly[ rayfalke spiritcrest bustles with humans, now. word that its dragon resident is gone (not killed, gone, because how could they know?) spread fast, and somehow its steep slopes and winding curves attracted adventurers and shepherd enthusiasts alike. perhaps they wondered how the shepherd (long gone, long gone) walked this path with his squire and the blessed seraphim by his side. perhaps they are looking for merchants that resided along the way, as they sell rare memorabilia of a departed era.
fools, edna thinks, walking slowly towards the summit, careful that the humans don't jostle her. idiots. she'd made sure that people, no matter their number or intent, will not bother her brother's resting place. her strategy stood stout and tall at the very center of the path; a boulder. only the most persistent can go through it - and very rarely did anyone attempt it.
save for her, now. ]
Hello, Eizen. It's been a long time.
[ she imagines his voice responding to her. odd, that she needs to squint just to remember how he sounded like. has it been so long...?]
I brought you a souvenir. I hope you like it.
[ she places a wrapped box atop his grave, and closes her eyes, enjoying the quiet. ]
fools, edna thinks, walking slowly towards the summit, careful that the humans don't jostle her. idiots. she'd made sure that people, no matter their number or intent, will not bother her brother's resting place. her strategy stood stout and tall at the very center of the path; a boulder. only the most persistent can go through it - and very rarely did anyone attempt it.
save for her, now. ]
Hello, Eizen. It's been a long time.
[ she imagines his voice responding to her. odd, that she needs to squint just to remember how he sounded like. has it been so long...?]
I brought you a souvenir. I hope you like it.
[ she places a wrapped box atop his grave, and closes her eyes, enjoying the quiet. ]
game history
Jan. 3rd, 2019 11:19 amzarahjoyceljrp
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for techtonic
Apr. 29th, 2013 08:33 pmarcheredWhen the news of Luke's disappearance hit her, there was a moment when Natalia thought she'd read the words wrong.
She was exploring with a party of Baticul's top engineers and healers the possibility of installing clinics at every port, when the official missive from The Duke was handed to her. It wasn't unusual for her uncle to write to her father, and for her father to direct the letters to her for her perusal, but this one--
"I'm sorry," Natalia said, hastily getting to her feet. "I would have to postpone this meeting to a later date. My advisers will get in touch with you immediately. Good day, gentlemen."
Cool and calm she was in her words, yet there was a churning in her stomach that she couldn't quite hide. The ride back to the castle was, thankfully, a short one, but it wasn't her father she wanted to speak with.
Duke fon Fabre was, unfortunately, not home. Probably out leading an army to scour Auldrant for his son. The duchess was not ready to receive guests, even family like Natalia. And of course, Luke was--
In a rare display of frustration, Natalia pounded her fist on the table in the drawing room, shocking poor Ramdas almost to death. "Isn't there anyone around to answer me?"
She was exploring with a party of Baticul's top engineers and healers the possibility of installing clinics at every port, when the official missive from The Duke was handed to her. It wasn't unusual for her uncle to write to her father, and for her father to direct the letters to her for her perusal, but this one--
"I'm sorry," Natalia said, hastily getting to her feet. "I would have to postpone this meeting to a later date. My advisers will get in touch with you immediately. Good day, gentlemen."
Cool and calm she was in her words, yet there was a churning in her stomach that she couldn't quite hide. The ride back to the castle was, thankfully, a short one, but it wasn't her father she wanted to speak with.
Duke fon Fabre was, unfortunately, not home. Probably out leading an army to scour Auldrant for his son. The duchess was not ready to receive guests, even family like Natalia. And of course, Luke was--
In a rare display of frustration, Natalia pounded her fist on the table in the drawing room, shocking poor Ramdas almost to death. "Isn't there anyone around to answer me?"
for asteroidbelt
Feb. 3rd, 2013 11:05 amgothics"Oh! Tomo-chan thank you so much. You've been extremely helpful to me!"
Tomoko stifled a sigh of relief as JK closed his book and jumped up from the table. She wasn't sure JK got what she was trying to explain to him - he kept on checking his watch and nodding at inappropriate moments and asking her to repeat concepts and definitions over and over again. But if he said they were done, then they were done. She wasn't going to argue with him about that.
The rest of the club had gone home - or at least, that was what it looked like. Tomoko got her things and went with JK to the door, then waved goodbye to him when he dashed off. It was just her now, just the way she liked it. Just the way it should be.
Oh, well.
She took her white snake skin out of her bag. Would it help her find Meteor today? It had been failing her recently, telling her Meteor was around when he wasn't.
She wondered if it was worth the trip of having it replaced with a new one.
Tomoko stifled a sigh of relief as JK closed his book and jumped up from the table. She wasn't sure JK got what she was trying to explain to him - he kept on checking his watch and nodding at inappropriate moments and asking her to repeat concepts and definitions over and over again. But if he said they were done, then they were done. She wasn't going to argue with him about that.
The rest of the club had gone home - or at least, that was what it looked like. Tomoko got her things and went with JK to the door, then waved goodbye to him when he dashed off. It was just her now, just the way she liked it. Just the way it should be.
Oh, well.
She took her white snake skin out of her bag. Would it help her find Meteor today? It had been failing her recently, telling her Meteor was around when he wasn't.
She wondered if it was worth the trip of having it replaced with a new one.
for asteroidbelt
Jan. 26th, 2013 08:49 pmbreakdancing...apparently it's going to be one of those days.
Absolutely nothing exciting was happening anywhere - not in the school, not in his classroom, not even in this club, for crap's sake. And this was supposed to be the most action-packed of them all!
JK didn't even bother hiding his yawn. He tapped his open mouth twice, then reached for the food bag Miu had bought for them before she left for her afternoon class. It's surely full of the most expensive take-out food he'd ever laid his eyes on.
He wasn't wrong.
Ahhh, the benefits of rubbing elbows with the richest in the school.
Absolutely nothing exciting was happening anywhere - not in the school, not in his classroom, not even in this club, for crap's sake. And this was supposed to be the most action-packed of them all!
JK didn't even bother hiding his yawn. He tapped his open mouth twice, then reached for the food bag Miu had bought for them before she left for her afternoon class. It's surely full of the most expensive take-out food he'd ever laid his eyes on.
He wasn't wrong.
Ahhh, the benefits of rubbing elbows with the richest in the school.
for foenix
Jan. 12th, 2013 06:49 pmsnakingsThe gate was making such unnecessary ruckus.
Medusa crossed her arms in front of her and stayed where she was, though she did purse her lips in mild annoyance. Any moment now the gate would leave this particular place and go home; to reach it, he would have to traverse a path that was usually devoid of humans.
That would be where he'd reach his end, in order to be reborn as a Phantom.
Medusa crossed her arms in front of her and stayed where she was, though she did purse her lips in mild annoyance. Any moment now the gate would leave this particular place and go home; to reach it, he would have to traverse a path that was usually devoid of humans.
That would be where he'd reach his end, in order to be reborn as a Phantom.
for genegod
Jan. 12th, 2013 06:35 pmgothicsTomoko set her phone down on the table, and sighed. She was finally at the end of a busy day; there were a few meetings she attended and, while she wasn't expected to do more than smile and nod at times, she found them draining, nonetheless. Her agent did most of the talking, and while she's grateful for that she also found it mildly annoying that it meant her presence in these meetings was mostly for show.
But that was over. Her next appointment with him would be in two weeks, so for now she was free to do as she pleased. Which included meeting up with an old friend - one she hadn't seen for quite some time now.
Idly, she wondered how well he was doing, and if he was still in touch with the other members of the Kamen Rider Club.
And if he knew where Ryusei was.
Tomoko sighed again.
...maybe not.
But that was over. Her next appointment with him would be in two weeks, so for now she was free to do as she pleased. Which included meeting up with an old friend - one she hadn't seen for quite some time now.
Idly, she wondered how well he was doing, and if he was still in touch with the other members of the Kamen Rider Club.
And if he knew where Ryusei was.
Tomoko sighed again.
...maybe not.
( burn it backwards, kill this history )
Jan. 2nd, 2013 08:43 amthirtycoins[ A gooseberry bush grows outside of Edmund's window. Its vines have crept about the wooden frame, like a great green set of parenthesis heavy with a multitude of gooseberries.
The radio, perched atop the bookshelf in the corner, is playing a jaunty little American jazz tune, and Edmund finds himself whistling along.
(He has never been particularly fond of gooseberries, admittedly. He has had a terrible sweet tooth ever since the sugar ration during the war, and the tartness of the berries only reawakens that hunger.)
Now, it's just past ten o'clock in the morning, and Edmund sits in the wide frame of his window, idly plucking gooseberries and flicking them out into the garden. He's reading an almanac written by the founder of the village in which their tiny cottage sits, and amusing himself by picking out all the ridiculous quasi-scientific notions that even the most learned of village people seem to have cultivated.
He's not thinking about Lucy sitting under a thatched roof on the southern border of Narnia, eating gooseberry pie prepared by a flaxen-haired minor lady under King Lune's dominion. He's not thinking about how he'd stolen half the pie and offended poor Lady Kettleburg with his inability to swallow the damnably tart pie. He's not thinking how Lucy and Peter and even Susan had laughed at him and forced him to reacquaint himself with the etiquette lessons under the grand old lady partridge that had been in charge of such things.
He's not thinking about how Peter's body had shielded him from the worst of the impact, nor how Lucy had looked strewn upon the floor of their compartment, blood staining her lips.
(One year ago, now.)
No, Edmund is simply laughing to himself about how the village elders seem to think that myrrh and frankincense were brought by the Three Kings to the Holy Family to ward off Satan, and how the village townspeople should do the same. ]
—Su!
[ he calls, when his vision has grown so blurry with tears that he cannot read the next words. He wipes an arm carelessly across his face.
He just wants to read her this passage so she can laugh about it, too. That's all. ]
Where in God's name have you gone?
The radio, perched atop the bookshelf in the corner, is playing a jaunty little American jazz tune, and Edmund finds himself whistling along.
(He has never been particularly fond of gooseberries, admittedly. He has had a terrible sweet tooth ever since the sugar ration during the war, and the tartness of the berries only reawakens that hunger.)
Now, it's just past ten o'clock in the morning, and Edmund sits in the wide frame of his window, idly plucking gooseberries and flicking them out into the garden. He's reading an almanac written by the founder of the village in which their tiny cottage sits, and amusing himself by picking out all the ridiculous quasi-scientific notions that even the most learned of village people seem to have cultivated.
He's not thinking about Lucy sitting under a thatched roof on the southern border of Narnia, eating gooseberry pie prepared by a flaxen-haired minor lady under King Lune's dominion. He's not thinking about how he'd stolen half the pie and offended poor Lady Kettleburg with his inability to swallow the damnably tart pie. He's not thinking how Lucy and Peter and even Susan had laughed at him and forced him to reacquaint himself with the etiquette lessons under the grand old lady partridge that had been in charge of such things.
He's not thinking about how Peter's body had shielded him from the worst of the impact, nor how Lucy had looked strewn upon the floor of their compartment, blood staining her lips.
(One year ago, now.)
No, Edmund is simply laughing to himself about how the village elders seem to think that myrrh and frankincense were brought by the Three Kings to the Holy Family to ward off Satan, and how the village townspeople should do the same. ]
—Su!
[ he calls, when his vision has grown so blurry with tears that he cannot read the next words. He wipes an arm carelessly across his face.
He just wants to read her this passage so she can laugh about it, too. That's all. ]
Where in God's name have you gone?
for asteroidbelt
Dec. 24th, 2012 11:27 amgothicsIt was too early, she was told. Her book launch and signing wouldn't be for another hour. Would she like some tea, perhaps? Coffee? Maybe a magazine to read.
Tomoko shook her head to all three choices, though she did ask for an internet connection to be made available for her. As usual, her agent had been calling her nonstop about her schedule - there was an event she needed to attend later that day, not to mention all the book-signing activities she simply had to go to this month - and since she wasn't answering her phone, then she must find some way to communicate with him. Stat! Pronto!
She sighed. Who knew writing could also be so stressful?
And here she thought she would have the quietest career out of all the Kamen Rider Club members.
Tomoko shook her head to all three choices, though she did ask for an internet connection to be made available for her. As usual, her agent had been calling her nonstop about her schedule - there was an event she needed to attend later that day, not to mention all the book-signing activities she simply had to go to this month - and since she wasn't answering her phone, then she must find some way to communicate with him. Stat! Pronto!
She sighed. Who knew writing could also be so stressful?
And here she thought she would have the quietest career out of all the Kamen Rider Club members.
for asteroidbelt
Dec. 9th, 2012 10:07 amgothicsFor today, just for today, Tomoko was going to wear her blue dress.
Perhaps it didn't really matter, she thought, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The dress's shade was a blue so deep and rich it was almost black on certain angles, yet it still felt so foreign on her skin. It was a far cry from her usual selection of clothes, which was her thought when she opened this gift from Miu. She thought she wouldn't really be wearing it anytime soon.
Tomoko thought wrong.
The doorbell rang.
She hadn't even worn her headdress yet.
But there wasn't time for that - it usually took her fifteen minutes to find the perfect spot at the side of her head for it - and she really didn't want Ryusei to wait. So Tomoko did another unexpected feat, and brushed her hair and left it free of any adornments.
She rushed to the door. Smoothing her dress and calming her suddenly-frazzled nerves, Tomoko opened the door and smiled.
Perhaps it didn't really matter, she thought, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The dress's shade was a blue so deep and rich it was almost black on certain angles, yet it still felt so foreign on her skin. It was a far cry from her usual selection of clothes, which was her thought when she opened this gift from Miu. She thought she wouldn't really be wearing it anytime soon.
Tomoko thought wrong.
The doorbell rang.
She hadn't even worn her headdress yet.
But there wasn't time for that - it usually took her fifteen minutes to find the perfect spot at the side of her head for it - and she really didn't want Ryusei to wait. So Tomoko did another unexpected feat, and brushed her hair and left it free of any adornments.
She rushed to the door. Smoothing her dress and calming her suddenly-frazzled nerves, Tomoko opened the door and smiled.
for needsnoking
Nov. 25th, 2012 07:42 pmosgiliathFaramir wasted no time in traveling back to Gondor when word reached his ears.
Your brother, my lord. He-- it has been said that he has been sighted in one of the inns in Minas Tirith. There can be no mistaking him.
It was as if the very air around him had been stolen by a void. For several moments he could not breathe, could not think, could not feel even the cold hands of his wife as she held on to his arm. Could it be true? Could Boromir be alive?
There can be no mistaking him. Of course, for every man in Gondor knew his brother, loved him dearly. News of this kind would not have made its way to Faramir, not without someone making sure the information was realible.
What if--?
The ride was long and hard, and when he reached the said inn both master and horse were filled with exhaustion. Yet there was no rest for Faramir tonight.
Not until he'd seen his brother.
Your brother, my lord. He-- it has been said that he has been sighted in one of the inns in Minas Tirith. There can be no mistaking him.
It was as if the very air around him had been stolen by a void. For several moments he could not breathe, could not think, could not feel even the cold hands of his wife as she held on to his arm. Could it be true? Could Boromir be alive?
There can be no mistaking him. Of course, for every man in Gondor knew his brother, loved him dearly. News of this kind would not have made its way to Faramir, not without someone making sure the information was realible.
What if--?
The ride was long and hard, and when he reached the said inn both master and horse were filled with exhaustion. Yet there was no rest for Faramir tonight.
Not until he'd seen his brother.
