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ʚїɞ - "Likely to market it, yes. I think saying "dough with hazelnut" isn't a phrasing that rolls off the tongue very well." If all they had to do was give it the shape of a beaver's tail to call it as such, then she supposed it wasn't that big of a deal. Such culinary practices could be observed even back home in bars and restaurants, though maybe not on such a creative scale.
Having been in the city for roughly a year now, she'd caught on to some tells when people were new. Visible confusion, clear signs that someone was lost, unfamiliarity with otherwise common terminology. As someone who had been through that herself, she thought it was only right to help where she could.
"The concept of a "movie" was entirely foreign to me when I first arrived here, much less homes having electricity and lights." She added as a way to add some perspective about just how different their own arrivals had been. "It can be pretty shocking when you first arrive, but over time you'll get used to it."
"So they just called it that to give it a unique name. Interesting..." Though she did wonder what all of that had to do with an actual tail to begin with. Maybe they just thought it sounded cute and marketable enough to anyone who wanted it. While it didn't interest her too much she knew a select few individuals who would be head over heels to try one had they been dragged here.
Although maybe it was for the best they stayed back home. A food massacre was the last thing Rapi wanted to clean up.
"You'd be right though, I only recently arrived here. Judging from some of the others I've met I think I made the safe assumption that I'll be meeting plenty of people that could never come where I'm from." Rapi said coming from a place where she seen it all. But even then said "home" probably held plenty of more surprises on top of this city.
"It's definitely a more unique experience that's for sure. Not to offend you. The idea of a mage would probably only pop up in movies or comics, never right in front of us."
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ʚїɞ - "Ah... I can relate, actually." Plenty of people found the city to be familiar at least on some level. Fern had never fallen into that category. "The world I come from isn't anything like this one. We didn't have vehicles, computers, or even buildings that tower so high in the sky. I suppose forts and castles were the closest thing..." In a way, she felt like she'd found a kindred spirit. Most people weren't in that boat with her.
"The name of the store is Ofiuco's Coffee & Treats. I believe this ward has one close to the housing area." Probably because Cotes was so "fantasy".
Not wanting to expend any more of her mana, she ended up sitting beside Mira. "Mhm. We use magic to fight demons and protect ourselves, but it has a number of practical uses as well. Cleaning clothes instantly, for example."
Mira's eyebrows knit slightly when she's asking about a phone, and then she's remember that small device that was similar to Adam's that he would use to have conversations with. She did have one, but she didn't know fully how to work it, so it was left back in the room she had in her housing.
"Not on me, I do not fully understand how to make use of it, so I have left it in the housing that was provided for me, but I have a good memory, so I'll be able to remember the place if you speak it's name."
Mage? Staff? Spells? These are words she's hear before, Rich had spoken them in an off rant about something, but it was something she never got to dive further into.
"So you cannot naturally fly..." Mira says softly as she moves to sit on top of the bookshelf she was hovering over. "I imagine it allows for other things correct? If I am understanding it's nature correctly."
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ʚїɞ - The metallic interior of the space station made evading attention difficult. There was no telling just how sensitive the monster's hearing was, but each step upon the floor made a pretty notable sound. Even though Fern was trying her best to be light-footed, well... Actually, that gave her an idea. Levitation. She began to float using flying magic. "If we fly we can limit the sound we make."
Then the only risks would be speaking and bumping into things. Well, those and that fact that the monster probably had eyes to see them with.
Fern didn't know what to make of her master's own suggestion, though. "I find the chances that it is "birdlike" to be very low. It likely would not be able to move through the vents if it had wings." They wouldn't be catching it like a Stille during the exams. They hadn't really seen much of the creature, but its presence could definitely be felt.
"We are at a fairly significant disadvantage in these circumstances. If any equipment here would be of use, I'm not sure how to use it." They came from a fantasy world. Fern herself had never even imagined the possibility of going to space before coming to Spirale. "Do any of the tools appear familiar to you?"
Being dropped into some sort of abandoned space station wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened to her, but the suddenness of it all was a bit jarring. Fern was cautious as usual, taking care to carefully inspect their surroundings. Frieren, on the other hand, behaved as she always did: with some caution but noticeably less so than her apprentice. "Not exactly, so we'll just have to be careful when concentrating our mana into smaller blasts." Which isn't very reassuring, but with both of their expertise, Frieren wasn't too worried.
Frieren ducks into a room, waving for Fern to follow and inside, there isn't much. A bunch of strewn cabinets along with files, various broken test tubes, and bloodied walls. What piques her interest though, is the journal that sat on one of the work desks. Inside it were a few entries of detailed logs, ending off with a warning about the creature they'd be sure to meet soon.
"You don't suppose it's birdlike, do you? That'd make things much easier. I have a spell for that." she questions, still reading through the journal.
#collectspells#collectspells ʚїɞ 06#event ʚїɞ down you go#we're going to survive this like ripley and her cat
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🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head .
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🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head . @guidingstarmira
ʚїɞ - Fern had been surprised to find a weight suddenly placed onto her head. Brightly coloured flowers were noticed when she looked up but she didn't know where they had come from until she turned around. "Oh." It made sense that she hadn't heard footsteps.
It was Mira.
"Did you make this for me? I suppose I don't accessorize very often... I have a friend here who I believe thinks I dress rather plainly." Was wearing a black cloak over a white dress not fashionable enough? "Do you have more flowers? Let me make one for you too."
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🌡 How neat! Built-in clinical thermometer! Its visor even displays the precise number! though uh. are you doing alright
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🌡 - to check your muse’s temperature . @corporatevalue
ʚїɞ - Funnily enough, Fern had encountered a drone like this before. She was a friend who had ended up redesigned as a denizen of that world back when everyone's worlds were jumbled, but it was enough for the feverish young woman to feel comfortable when the sight might have alarmed her otherwise.
"Truthfully? No. It came on so suddenly, and I still have a ways to go to get home. I can't fly in this condition either." Her illness must have been obvious, but she really could barely stand up straight. "You're a drone, right? You don't need to really... worry... about me..." And she passed out while propping herself against the wall.
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the one sending in the prompt is the one comitting the action . [ add * for role reversal ! ]
🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance . 🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound . 🎀 - to braid / brush your muse’s hair . 🗡️ - to point a weapon at your muse . 👑 - to bow down before your muse . ☀️ - to kiss your muse’s hand . 🧋 - to offer your muse a drink . 💎 - to try to steal something from your muse . 🚬 - to light your muse’s cigarette . 🙄 - for my muse to roll their eyes at yours . 💐- to gift a bouquet of flowers . 😴 - to fall asleep on your muse . 🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket . 🌻 - for my muse to suddenly hold your muse’s hand . ❗️ - for my muse to hold your muse’s chin as a way of getting attention . 🔔 - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare . 🎁 - for my muse to cup your muse’s face with their hands . ⭐️ - for my muse to stargaze with yours . 💍 - for my muse to tie a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck or wrist . ❤️ - for my muse to kiss yours on the forehead . 👋 - for my muse to tug at your muse’s sleeve for attention . 🥱 - for my muse to yawn loudly . 🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head . 🦁 - to snarl / growl at your muse . 🤝 - for my muse to reach out their hand for a handshake . 💥 - to push your muse aside . 🖕 - for my muse to flash their middle finger at your muse . 🌹 - for my muse to blush . 🌼 - to give your muse a piggyback . 🌾 - for my muse to catch yours from falling / fainting . 🟠 - for my muse to pace back and forth . 🤺 - to challenge your muse to a sparring match . 🩹 - to trace your muse’s scars . 👁 - to glare at your muse . ✨ - for your muse to catch mine shirtless . 🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret . 💧 - for my muse to wipe away your muse’s tears . 🧽 - to wipe / clean blood off your muse . 😢 - for my muse to be caught crying . 💪 - for my muse to flex their muscles . ✊ - for my muse to hit yours . 😶🌫️ - to be caught hiding from something . 🧍 - to block your muse’s path . 🌡 - to check your muse’s temperature . 🪦 - to see yours by a grave . 🚶 - to go on a long walk together . ⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together . 👀 - to be caught staring at your muse . 🪴 - for your muse to lean on my muse for support . 🧨 - to pin your muse against the wall . ⚔️ - to fight against enemies together . 🪞 - to catch my muse trying to compose themselves in front of a mirror . 🤫 - for my muse to place a finger to their lips, shushing your muse . 👞 - for my muse to help yours get dressed . 🤗 - to hug your muse . 🩸 - to approach your muse soaked in blood . 🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm . ☃️ - to build a snowman together .
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Generate ten headcanons for your muse and then either accept ✔ or reject ✖ them.
Fern cringes at their middle school yearbook photos. ✖ Fern did not attend school, her world does not have a normal school system, and photography isn't a thing.
Fern could easily survive The Hunger Games. ✔ Considering no one else in The Hunger Games can use magic, I'd say so.
Fern uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. ✔ In Isola, anyways.
Fern cries while watching Disney movies. ✖ Queen never cry.
It would not take much for Fern to turn evil. ✖ She was raised well.
Fern forgets to eat sometimes. ✖ This is the one thing she would never forget to do.
Fern sings in the shower. ✔ If you hear her, no you don't.
Fern would buy clothes from the soup store. ✔ Does it matter where you get them if the price is right?
Fern is a switch. ✔ She'd prefer to top, though.
Fern almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once. ✔ She comes from a fantasy world so a "lethal dose" to her is like a single specialty drink from Ofiubucks.
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ʚїɞ - "In two days I will have been here a year. I've met many different people in this time, and slowly but surely I'm becoming adjusted to the technology of this world. It would still be easier if you lot learned to rely on magic, though."
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ʚїɞ - "A cleric? Are you affiliated with a church?" Healing magic back home could only be performed by people of faith, which was exactly why Fern hadn't learned it. Well, that and the tool requirements for the act. "I'm a First-Class Mage, my world ranks mages with a licensing system and that's where I ranked. But I spent most of my time traveling before I came here." She wasn't bragging but it was still hard to call yourself "First-Class" without it sounding that way a little bit.
"Falin, then." The mage never made any exaggerated shows of emotion, so her slight smile was the most Falin would get. She still had questions. Those feathers for one. But she also knew well enough than to press someone too much too quickly. It didn't seem like she was a demon.
"Out of curiosity do you know an elf named Marcille? My master is friends with her. Your mana signature is similar, so it made me wonder if that tied you to the same magical systems." She followed after her alongside the stream. "Do you like nature?"
So this woman was someone who sometimes worked at the library, but mostly as a service for her to be able to continue her work. Once she mentioned being a mage, the mention of her and her master made sense. A year, though! While her first day of exploration had been exhilarating, she felt a nervous excitement at when she, personally, would go back to her home.
"Mhm, I'm Falin."
"I'm a cleric, or, I was for a long while. Now I think I'm more of an adventurer, or an explorer." And especially here, where she could only feel a hint of magic. Her life had gone so strangely, she thinks in retrospect, how she almost became a gravekeeper.
She thinks she might've still liked that kind of job, but it'd be too strange now. "I trained in magic, though I don't have a license for all of it." She starts to walk along the small streams, leaning in close to see if she could spot any waterbugs.
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sousou no frieren 08 - frieren the slayer
apprentice + master
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ʚїɞ - The more she thought about it, the more she felt like she had seen one's aura of mana portrayed like this before. At least in magic users where mana was stored within the body, there were always some similarities in how Fern could perceive it. But if people came from the same world there was typically a shared trait. She'd seen one like this before, but it also seemed oddly unstable?
This woman walked up so quickly that Fern had quickly extended a hand to make sure she didn't fall, but withdrew it once she appeared to be okay. She then addressed her question, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "No. I do volunteer sometimes, but I'm a patron. My master and I have been looking for grimoires for almost a year now, but there's so many books..." Only Frieren probably stood a chance of reading them all with her lifespan.
It was only natural she'd notice the streams first. Fern recalled noticing the integration of nature into the building when she'd first visited too. "Mhm." It took the mage a moment to close the distance that the woman had made in such a short amount of time. "Ah. My name is Fern, by the way. It might be easier if we exchange names? Especially since we're both mages, right?"
"I'm alright," she started with, and she really was. It wasn't at all too cold for her, between her downy feathers and the adrenaline of exploring, she really didn't mind the cold at all. Still, her skin was sensitive, and she sported no feathers on her face, so her cheeks were as red as ripe strawberries.
Still, a tour would be nice, so she walked up the stars happily, nearly taking two at a time.
"A tour would be great, though. You said staff went home, so, you don't work here?" Unless she was staff, but she didn't say 'other', and 'the' librarian means there was one. The other woman wasn't very expressive, but she was being inviting in action and word, so Falin walked in as she was ushered.
The library was much warmer, but not too warm given the stonework. She marveled at the number of books - but more than that, at the way nature was interwoven into the library itself.
"Is that running water?"
#feathercowl#feathercowl ʚїɞ 01#i obv couldn't have her write with marcille#but marcille knows frieren so i'm gonna pretend they met
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ʚїɞ - Food was new to her? Fern couldn't fathom how that could be true. Unless she didn't need to eat? There must have been people like that in the city. Or maybe she ate something that wasn't food? People like that probably existed too. "I see. Do you have a phone? I could mark the store on the map." If she was telling the truth about getting her own, at least.
Mira. The mage filed the name away for now. "My name is Fern, I'm a mage from another world." They were all from another world, technically. But Mira had more surprises for her when she asked about the staff.
"It's a staff. It acts as a conduit for me to cast spells, like how I'm flying right now." She couldn't just fly all willy nilly sadly.
Mira continues to nibble on as the woman before her continues speaking, listening to her as more of the donut vanishes before she's licking her fingers clean, and making sure to close the book she was looking through with her other hand to make sure nothing got on it's pages or cover.
"Something healthier? Don't apologize for that, food is a new to me, so don't fret on it. It was rather enjoyable, I'll have to get some more later."
"My name is Mira, by the way."
Mira offers her name before her gaze is drawn again to the staff the woman was using, curiosity on her face as she raises a hand and points towards it with her index finger.
"And if I may ask, what is this exactly?"
She's seen stuff similar in various memories before from various souls, yet she's yet to get a name for it.
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ʚїɞ - The only sound that really rang out through Xalphina was a deep yawn left by Fern as she walked past the library's front desk. She had spent so much time inside that most of the fantastical creatures that liked to hide out inside had already gone to bed, and there weren't any pursuers of knowledge left other than the mage. Not that she had been looking for anything in particular, mind you.
She wrapped her scarf around her neck and set out via the front door. But there was a surprise on the other side. A person? She seemed a little too lightly dressed for the wintery temperatures. It had been Fern's intention to fly right home, but...
Something about this woman commanded her attention. She could perceive one's mana, and this ones was rather irregular.
"Hello. Were you looking to go inside? The librarian and the usual staff have retired for the evening." Fern would have known. She spent a lot of time there, though maybe not as much as her master. "But I can give you a quick tour if you'd like?" She was a little curious about this stranger. "Either way, come inside and get warm." She held the door open and ushered her in.
"Hup!" She had already made the mistake of avoiding the carriage, and then promptly returning to it. Wherever she was, it was night time, and while she likely should be alarmed, she wasn't, really. Nor was she very cold, despite her own lack of winter clothing. Her down was keeping her warm.
So when she hopped down a ledge onto the glowing ground - ley lines, something in her own education flagged in her memory, she leaned down, amazed as her face was set aglow.
She hadn't noticed it before, only the large tree, but the ley lines seemed to lead to a large building. It was the size of the castle back home, although it decidedly wasn't it.
"A...library...?" She walked closer, voice close to reverent - not for the library as a concept, but for the size and shape of the structure, which had made itself visible to her as she approached.
@learnspells
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ʚїɞ - The mage just floated there for a moment, giving her head a little tilt at the stranger's behaviour. She wasn't one to judge, really. Her social difficulties aside, there had been plenty she hadn't understood when she had first arrived in the city. Even now her grasp of modern technology was nearly non-existent beyond using a phone's basic functions or navigating a television.
"Ah. I apologize. I would offer something healthier, but..." Fern directed her glance off to the side. She didn't want to admit she just preferred to eat sweets whenever she had the chance. So she let that train of thought trail off.
Fortunately, the woman gave her a new topic. "Oh, it's a donut. Honey glazed, I believe? It's baked dough."
Mira was in the middle of turning another page before there's a sound to the side that's catching her attention, making her tilt and angle her head backwards as she blinks towards the woman on something, upside down for a moment.
Then she's registering her question as she spots the half of the donut being held out to her. So, Mira rights herself, looking at the other properly for a moment before she's reaching a hand out and gently taking the donut from her and nibbles on it for a moment.
"..It's another sweet thing-" Mira let's out in a soft voice, looking towards the donut before looking towards the woman again, "Thank you for sharing, may I ask what this is?"
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ʚїɞ - Fern probably wouldn't have worded it the way Hanabi did, but she just nodded in response as the cookie was pressed into her lips. And here she thought she was enthusiastic about sweets!
"Baking is like magic if you think about it. Unfortunately, I've never really learned how to bake sweets. I'm usually left to cook with a campfire, and stoves can be fairly rare when you travel."
"Ah! You're gonna feed me?" She doesn't even wait for an answer as she takes a bite of the sugar cookie. Hanabi's eyes light up and she smiles big,
"Uwa!!! It's really good! How did they make this sugar cookie so delicious?"
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