Hades, Hades, you are terrible and unknown. you cannot wear those flowers in your hair. you cannot laugh like you have seen the sun. Hades, Hades, Hades, you are a god. you last. outlast. you cannot care for spring. you cannot care for spring. you cannot love a softer thing. you cannot be a softer thing.
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@shintenshin replied to your post â[txt] Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the...â
[txt] Ara... thank you! I honestly... didn't expect this response~~ would you do me the honour of joining me for coffee?
[txt] If itâs only coffee, then thatâs fine.
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[txt] Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful.
[txt] I actually do a bit of interior decorating, but itâs you who accentuates the room with beauty.
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kyngearthurâ:
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   HAD HER REFLEXES BEEN EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT OFF, the womb met by his blade could have been hers. Of course, she will abstain from praising him, though she will take his improvements to heart. âYou have been putting your body to good use despite your troubles. I believe that, if anything, the barrage of battles has only served to heighten your abilities.âÂ
   Or rather, sharpen them. In their standard realm, the demand for physical labor is low. It is natural that any soldier would accumulate rust on their limbs without routine practice. In a way, she is pleased to see him struggle.
   âThough, why do you cover yourself with such excess? The majority of denizens have embraced their changes. I have grown rather fond of mine, in fact. I feel quite in tune with myself.â
   Creating a chalice with her hands, she puffs a mist of ice and dissipates it over his fatigued form. He doesnât seem to be in need of healing, but he may appreciate a refresher.Â
   âAsides from relinquishing the reapers, have you found yourself a kingdom to align with? I find myself wondering whether there is a point to it.â
âThatâs high praise. Thank you. Sadly, my body is all there is of me that can be put to good use.â Once more reiterating his status as a weapon, he nevertheless nodded his head for having his growth acknowledged. âHaving it morphed does little to its purpose in the end.â
Actual conflict was the best teacher for a soldier, the very reason why he held such mixed feelings of the job; though his abilities were still muted in some aspects, he felt his body becoming freer the more he got back into the swing of things, so to speak.
âI can see that youâve taken a liking to your changes. Youâre glowing with confidence. Practically radiant.â Was that a pun about her magics?
In the chilling mist she blew that enveloped him, goosebumps formed in the areas of his body that were still skin without scales, he felt his mounting fatigue from inexperience with magic instantly vanish as if heâd stepped into a cold shower that also reinvigorated him, he still found the time to joke.
âI havenât aligned myself. Iâm all covered up because of that, too. Itâs easier to walk around when people think youâre a human.â He pulled at the wraps and the gloves on his arms, tugged on the chain mail and robes that draped over him, and tightened the oversized scarf around his neck to demonstrate the point.
âThereâs much more to worry about than that, with the looming threat above us and all. Itâs certainly pointless to align myself to any kingdom, King.â
#kyngearthur#isola event: fantasia pt 2#'the womb met by his blade could have been hers' dropkicked me like a football when i read it
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tokeisoâ:
The more he spoke, the less she understood him in general. What still stuck was that his morality was fine. He was definitely older than her, but it was unclear whether he was one of those exaggerating types or meant something like reincarnation. She felt like sheâd seen too much at her age; another ten years could feel like an eternity if those trials continued.
It only really mattered in giving her an idea of when she was meant to understand: ten years she had. âŠcoming back to life she had, but that wasnât really the same thingâŠ
Breaking her long pause, she kept her eyes down on her task and spoke up without judgment. âAre you happy with that truth youâve found, or are you still searching?â
With their lived experience, abilities, and circumstances at odds, she couldnât tell him he was wrong, but she also couldnât see the meaning behind the words. It was frustrating they couldnât easily share what they were each missing.
âOf course Iâm not happy. Iâm not satisfied, either. Itâs a very annoying truth, and I hate it sometimes when Iâm just in the right mindset at night while I work,â he spoke so candidly without much thought, hauling another healed person down to the shade.
Something about valleys and battles and shade was striking very metaphorical, but he was neither in the mood nor talented enough to really voice it in any worthwhile manner.
âItâs the truth, and you canât do much about it. At least in my world, it is. We all need each other and we need to help each other bit by bit, no matter how we try to impose ourselves. No matter your strength, ability, or capacity, you still need others.â
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divinedragontamerâ:
âToo much faith is absolutely harmless if it is not used against somebody,â Rider argued in kind. âMuch of what I can do comes from my faith in my Lord; to say having too much is a fault would be to throw who I am out the window.â
There was a pause here as she thought, letting his heavy chain mail fill the silence, before she added, âAdmittedly, though, some of my powers in this particular world do not come off faith, but they are⊠not what I would expect to have.â
âA good point,â he concedes, still clanging about like a jingle bell with every step along this dirt road. âOnce placed against someone, something, or some concept, then too much is too much. Solitary faith is a wonderful thing. Being pious, and that. But miracles sometimes donât convert; they condemn.â
He stopped in his tracks, the sound of metal crashing into itself at the action, when he spotted something in the horizon.
âYou see that dragon there? Up on that hill? I think itâs that one.â
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Tiny Kiddo Picrew Meme!
tagged by: @erudorago ty tagging: @nyanesan @antheiin @aneerietale @kyngearthur @nitikrty @sciaphillia & you!
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kyngearthurâ:
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     WERE IT NOT FOR THE CHEVALIERâS DISTINGUISHED STYLE, she would have discarded him as a program unwittingly ridding her of a Mist Reaper. The Godslayer was bound head to toe in antiquated chain mail after all, identified only by the grace of how he parried her clone. Whether it was a case of mistaken identity or an act of well intent, his presence summoned her in a gust of frost, the horns atop her head sparking a beacon so bright it dispelled the shadow.
    âLook alive. It is not dead yet, but this will be enough for now. Knowing that they reincarnate within three dayâs time dulls my desire to pursue it any further. âŠHave you been well, Mercutio?â
This whole ordeal was a bizarre one for him. An entire episode lifted straight from some plot that seemed derived as a way to add more tension to the story before the coming climax. When he fought these reapers, because he fought all the ones that he came across, he tended to study their movements to keep record of what could face him once all of this was over.
Except the one he was currently fighting made it immediately apparent of who it was it copied. He was thankful in some way, since had he not sparred with the original, then he would have a hard time figuring out how to counter and parry without taking a few hits.
As far as it went, such foreknowledge enabled him to come out relatively unscathed, leading him to attempt to stab the reaper through the abdomen after a feint before the original made a sudden appearance.
âOn the contrary, Iâm all fired up. Maybe if I give it another couple goes I can finally win a duel with the real deal.â He sighed, sheathing his sword.
âIâve been well enough. Not really feeling the changes to my body, though. How have you been, King?â
#kyngearthur#isola event: fantasia pt 2#it's super alright i needed a couple part 2 threads#also love him being called godslayer in the narration aenlakmfla
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regdeleteâ:
A loud purring filled the air, source unknown for a moment before it became clear. 2B, a feline beastkin, purring happily as she was seemingly distracted by pawing at a low hanging branch.
Of course, once company was noticed she blushed a bright crimson.
âI⊠canât help it.â Thanks, cat DNA.
A stray cat was always of utmost priority, given such that there was always a tin of sardines in the case that there was one which needed feeding, which is why any signs of cats anywhere were immediately followed.
To have the purring lead to this wasnât expected.
â...Sardines?â Said tin was offered in solace.
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galatineâ:
âIf my master and her brother were able to learn without any experience whatsoever, I would say that the possibility for you to do the same isâŠat an equal chance. Whether or not youâd be able to do as they have is something up for debate, thoughâŠâ Considering itâs not a simple process and even they had gone through some training, no matter how slight. Whatever, itâs not a bad thing to encourage him.Â
âItâs interesting becauseâŠpeople usually want someone moreâŠfamous, I suppose? That is not to say that Sir Galahad does not qualify butâŠcertainly I imagined you would want for someone far more well-known.â
âYou really think so? Isnât it something incredibly difficult, though? Wouldnât it require at least some basic knowledge about it? Iâm certain if I was given proper training, I could, but then again...â He didnât seem to have any affinity for magic at all.
âOh, I suppose thatâs true. Still, I never really minded how famous someone was or anything. I just really liked the stories I read as a kid. Whether itâs well-known or not, I want to root for them, you know?â
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âThe Dark Lord was Mothman all along!â Other beings have those trademark eyes, though?
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divinedragontamerâ:
âLead the way,â Rider gestured, ready to follow wherever he thought this dragon might be. She wouldnât know; there were too many dragons about to easily pick out just one.
As for his comments, thoughâŠÂ âYou would think people would realize that, but it seems no matter the world, there are some who make immediate assumptions and stick to them in the face of all evidence thrown to the contrary. Proving my words is as simple as providing me somebody injured to heal, but even that is not enough. Really, they all need to learn to have a little more faith.â
âIf I can find the way first.â
A dragon killer and a dragon kind walked into the dragon lands. In reality, both were dragons to some degree, just one of them was really keen on hiding it in order to keep employment in different markets. Such was life sometimes.
âSometimes too much faith leads to blinding themselves from reality and dismissing all evidence thrown at them, too. We all need to learn to get over ourselves before we try attacking others, I think.â
Maybe he couldnât be heard over the sound of chain mail ringing and heavy weaponry clanging together as he walked.
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tokeisoâ:Â
Her brow wrinkled, a complex feeling temporarily rooting her to the spot. He was concerned for others, but approached it in another way. She had no choice but to accept the uncertain morality of it. What she could normally do â teleport and purify darkened hearts without causing any major injury â was out of reach for almost every other person in the worlds sheâd visited.
ââŠI understand,â Passion confirmed with a nod of her head, a voice empty of emotion. It was a stark contrast to the anger that wouldâve met seeking money for his own pile of riches. She resumed, stopping to heal the next shoulderâs injured knee.
âThere isnât a perfect way to save others in this situation if you canât stop the source. Even that could be difficult if you canât heal the hearts of their guards.â
He gently lowered the wounded soldier to lay on the shade of a large oak tree whose branches tangled the sky in glimpses of light and shadow. Checking to see if the man was good beyond a pained look from the soreness of healed injuries, he stood back up to carry the next one.
âThereâs no perfect way to save others period,â he said, patting down the next soldier to make sure there were no other injuries, pressing hands upon where there could be minor wounds which would worsen with movement. So far so good.
âIâve lived enough lives to learn this. You canât blame yourself for the circumstances the world likes to mire itself in. Just chin up and shoulder another. Thatâs how you save people: little by little.â
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âHas anyone tried inhaling the weird mist?â
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antheiinâ:
The hand not trying to spell out her questions and concerns scrambles, reaching out and grabbing at Mercutio until her fingers are curled around his hand, giving them a small squeeze. Sheâs frightened, by the look on her face and the slight tremor in her body.Â
Nodding her agreement to his statement, Miriam looks left and right, trying to memorize the unfamiliar patterns. It wonât happen, with how fleeting things like this seem to be. However, sheâs not one to ignore those sorts of things.Â
âG-O-O-D.â Tilting her head some, Miriam chews on her lower lip, eyes flickering around. âH-O-M-E? S-H-E-L-T-E-R? A-F-R-A-I-D.âÂ
The smile he sported before returns, turning him into the visage of a familiar loon that loved to carry out intricate plans and detailed schemes to be able to eat as much food in as cheap as possible.
A familiar blue-haired loser that liked to gush about animal facts and watch cheesy movies while eating even cheesier pizza and maybe playing cheesy games in cheesy moments that would overload the lactose intolerant.
âDonât be afraid. Shelter is everywhere. Home is safe. Nothing badâll happen.â A repetition, but this time more assured and in the same line as a promise.
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tokeisoâ:
Foreigner to her kingdom wasnât a surprise; sheâd expected he was attached to Opalaria from the start. It probably was easiest for those that were humans here to pick any side they wanted. Civilian jobs were available, but strength rivaling a beastkin in carrying himself with all that did make for an appealing soldier.
From thinking about it, Passion wasnât sure if she was meant to thank him or not. Either he was like her, or he was worth some unease in why he stayed. She tried to lean toward the first as she moved to confirm the nearest person was stable.
âIâm sure they will start trying to keep me out of their battles if I become too suspicious. I donât want to hurt more people just to heal the rest.â This one was fine, so she nodded and moved ahead. âWhy are you fighting?â
âFor money,â he stated plainly, without the single hint of how unscrupulous that made him sound in the middle of the situation they found themselves in. He reached for one of the injured soldiers on the ground, lifting him bridal style in his arms to carry over to the shade.
âTake advantage of this war economy to feed those in need, clothe those without, house those who have none. Simple as that.â He surely didnât have it as simple as he said, but that was about all he would say in that regard.
âWar is a terrible thing. You sometimes have to do things you donât want to. Itâs not an excuse, but itâs something to understand. Itâs never something to forgive.â
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æ”Șäșș â âBut then people canât judge what they canât see, right? Aha! Loophole!â
âThatâs right. If they donât see it, they wonât know about it. They canât judge what they donât know... Incredible...â
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vereistenâ:
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â So Mercutio, my men have told me that you are the sell sword who wants to work with us? You know, I never thought you would be the type to do mercenary work so Iâm very interested in seeing what you can do. âÂ
â Go on â pick any weapon of your choice and show me how you fight. Weâll take all the help we can get on our patrols, but only if youâre worthy under the Queenâs eyes, of course. Will you accept the challenge? â
âWould it surprise you to learn that I worked as a mercenary for the better part of a decade, then?â A short laugh. It seemed strange to not be seen as someone who would sell his services in the line of combat, but maybe he had become more domesticated in the years following his desertion of such a life.
âIâve gone and used a sword and spear for a bit now. I think maybe an ax will be a good change of pace, donât you? Of course I accept the challenge.â
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