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          “ Consider it a lucky guess. ”

His smile tilts up to the right side of his face–usually, with polite smiles, he tried to keep it even, but it always widened in a crooked manner when Chat was genuinely pleased. Even when his fashion sense caused this flirt to question his intentions, the phantom thief took it all in stride.

          “ Yes, of course. Call me Émile Leblanc. Just a humble entomologist with a penchant for magic tricks. Prior to all this, I lived up in the sky, amidst the clouds. ”

His tone just might have sounded a bit too teasing; while his words were mostly honest, his last sentence seemed far too much like a joke. Then again, he did tend to play with people more when he genuinely liked them–this self-described casanova would surely be entertaining.

                 “Leblanc? That sounds like a name that one of those coffee cafes might have.” 

                 Who was he to judge on names, though? His name was a play on words. (Clever of him, was it not?) Still, though, this man reminded him of himself, and he seldom traveled with such a lively soul. Hopefully, this man could help him find some damsels worth his fancy. 

              “In the clouds? Like an airship?” 

              And did Ringabel hope he was correct. Not many in this city know what scales that true airships can get to. The ones in Eternia dwarf the airplanes that other residents talk about. And cars, while fascinating, did were only restricted to roads and bridges. When did he become all about vehicles like other men? With a shrug, Ringabel let that thought go. 

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                “There are no need for coats, co-tess, or animal furs! Train your body to be agile and nimble, as if you are one with the earth.”

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              “In my world, the end of summer signifies the time when a woman is most beautiful. Almost too bright to look at.”

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              he just wanted a nice quiet afternoon, working on his sketches. he had yet to run into anyone from his world, much to his dismay. this solitude was familiar, but not wanted. were his friends safe? was his world safe? he had left before the climax of their journey, according to his journal. to distract his mind from the worries of home, he had drowned himself in adventures with new friends and flirting with numerous ladies. things he does best. he could have sworn he heard the angels singing today, as he heard edea’s voice in his mind once again.

              however, this time, she wasn’t in his head, but in his arms. once the initial shock wore off, his slender arms wrapped around her small body. he refused to let her go this time, never again....until she hit him, of course. “edea, darling! i was so worried about you! when did you get to the city? where are the others?” was that stupid fairy dead? “your voice and face clear the dreary dark that was my life.”

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     This was meant to be a quiet day of adventure and shopping for Edea- well, as quiet as it could be exploring a new city in perhaps it’s busiest district- but sometimes the unexpected came falling out of the sky and knocked you on your ass. And sometimes, you were that unexpected thing. Sorry, onlookers, but despite being in the center of the Mermaid Cove Mall, Edea hurdled herself forward at the speed of sound and launched into a hug as soon as she’d seen Ringabel- despite how she proposed herself as a poised young women to others. By no means was she a shy girl, but seeing a familiar face threw everything else out the window, and threw her arms (see: loaded with shopping bags) around his shoulders.

     “Ringabel? Oh, Ringabel, I can’t believe it’s really you!” Her voice is riddled with infectious glee, and her hug was unrelenting. But her voice dropped to a whisper… some things were personal. “I thought I’d never see you again. I’m so glad you’re here.”

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              “adventures? damsels in distress? how do you know me so well, stranger?”

              if ringabel was back home, he would say this man was a merchant, judging by the outfit. personality wise, though, the man was entirely different, perhaps even a little like himself so far. who else would approach someone they didn’t know for a life changing journey? his hands reached for the journal that sat on his hip, but he stopped himself. the book did not mention spirale, nor had he reached the end of it either. he had simply been plucked. could he blame that blasted fairy?

              “only if you tell me who you are. i am not fond of men dressed like you, at least back home.” honesty was key in any relationship, unless one did not know their own name. that was simply a formality that had to be overlooked. “i am the amnesiac casanova known as ringabel.”

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          “ Interested in going on a little adventure? Maybe we’ll find a few damsels for you to rescue on the way. ”

This pretty stranger seemed to be quite the flirt, even despite the tension in Spirale; there was no guarantee that monsters wouldn’t eventually breach the invisible barriers around the construction points before ten days passed. Nor was there a way to tell if everyone had arrived safely, so some might still be struggling to survive. Of course, this stranger’s talents were wasted in such a dire situation: none of the girls so far had responded favorably to his advances. At least it meant he had free time to spare for the phantom thief’s request.

Not that Chat Noir could truly judge: he was the sort of play various tricks to break up tense moments like these, even while meticulously planning out methods to truly help. This “outing” wasn’t some mere whim, but Chat didn’t have much reason to explain his intentions just yet.

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             it had been a while since he last sketched a picture. ringabel had always left the sketches of monsters be separate from his sketches of pretty girls. did he even know how to draw? he figured he sketched the picture of edea that had always been in his journal. who else would have drawn it exactly to her likeness? taking a seat away from the bulk and hustle of the city, ringabel found a small hill, one of the few green things he has laid eyes on here. 

            a lot of the girls passing by caught his eyes, but none of them sparked his drawing hand to take life once again. a flash of color caught his eyes, his hands flipping to a clear page in the back of his journal. he had never seen a woman like this one! (and he had seen his fair share of the ladies!) she looked as if she sprouted from the sea! truly a sight and beauty to behold. a quick sketch would not do her justice! getting up, he made sure his walk was brisk enough to catch up to her, but not frighten her. his gloved hand brushed her shoulder, attempting to get her full attention. “a siren to lure me into forbidden waters has awakened my muse. they call me ringabel, and i would surely love to know what they call you.”

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                ringabel paused in his pursuit of food. having stumbled upon a small cafe of sorts, he thanked the girl working behind the counter with a wink and a smile as he recieved his black coffee and a complementary cake on the house. apparently the city had recently regained power and food due to the girl in the sky. he did not care about electricity, especially since his world did not even have such features. food, though, was a necessity, but did it have to be cake? where was his angel when he needed her?

              spying a girl with blonde hair, he approached her. not intending to flirt, as she appeared too young for his tastes, he simply wanted to rid of the pastry that would go to waste in his possession. “excuse, miss. could i bother leaving this cake with you?”

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[[ sorry i haven’t been active this week. work has been kicking my ass. i’m going to try to get as many drafts done and queued tonight, though! ]]

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hello hello! this is hella late, but here is a starter call from everyone’s favotire casanova, ringabel! this is probably gonna be set in overlay 2, but feel free to tell me if you don’t want an event starter. these will be short-ish (1-2 paragraphs) and will be done by the weekend. capping at 4! 

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waking up next to a giant and gaping chasm in the ground was nothing new to ringabel. he’s actually done it quite a few times already, as if it’s something to be boasting about. this one, though, was different. luxendarc was not this nearly in shambles, nor did the buildings look so...plain. is this what that lying fairy had planned? he hoped not.

his interest peaked as a strange mechanical creature came closer to him. his weapons were gone, as were many of the skills he tried to summon. “of course this world holds no magic to it,” ringabel sighed, awaiting his doom. instead, the creature stopped and a man stepped out to welcome him. spirale...that’s what this city was called. it certainly was unique, but definitely very strange. as the machine moved towards his new dwellings, a strange thought since he had been travelling so much, he flipped through his journal. nothing about the island or about spirale. his driver also didn’t know what caldisla was. what a strange place.

when he got to the apartment, ringabel saw no point in going in to rest, considering he just woke up. instead, he was in a strange land by himself. what of his friends? were they back home or here as well? and what about the lovely edea? if she was here...well, he probably would have heard her voice by now. it was hard to miss, considering it was so angelic. this was also an opportunity to not rely on his journal. he loved the book, but sometimes knowing the future was so boring.

“look out ladies of spirale. ringabel is here and ready to cast his spell of love on you all!” he exclaimed, more to himself. with just a wooden sword at his hip, ringabel was ready to set off.

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RINGABEL || BRAVELY DEFAULT SERIES; taken from pre-post game of bravely default

no memory of his life prior to the events in Caldisla

keeper of D’s journal

innate ability to pilot

handy with a sword and shield

has an insatiable appetite for the ladies

self proclaimed man of high morals

searching for the love of his life

a jack of all trades

great hair and a fancy coat

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mun intro; Steph (again)

[[hello, fellow isola muns! it’s ya girl steph from voleurnoir and i’m still a 23 year old college student and part time waitress. i’m lazy and p much copy pasted my mun intro from haru’s blog. i’m awake at ungodly hours of the night and asleep for most of the day. this is the first rp group i’ve ever been in, but i have heard very good things about isola so far! however, i spent many years in the indie rp scene and some of you may know me from the indie fire emblem rp comm. if so, hello! if not, hello!

as for fandoms i like, right now i’m really into persona 5 {and 4}, yu yu hakusho, fire emblem, kingdom hearts, and like a billion others. if i know it, i’m always down to talk about it! as for fandoms i’ve rped in, the major ones are marvel, harry potter, fire emblem, and final fantasy (sorta). right now only @voleurnoir and this blog are active, but i have 707 from mys.mes. reserved but we will see. i look forward to interacting with you! feel free to follow my twitter @thotochi.]]

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Reblog if you don’t care about a roleplay account’s aesthetics, whether their blog uses the default Tumblr theme and uses no icons or has an overly fancy theme and types in a very aesthetic manner.

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true love: having to hold back your adorable, violent girlfriend to keep her from straight up murdering a dude

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tizwarriors:

                   “I know you dislike Airy,” Ringabel was often short with her, avoided her, swatted at her when she flew too close. Sure, there was the odd occasion Tiz wished she knew the value of silence, or patience, but he never really brought himself to say he didn’t trust her, “but she’s trying her best, and we have to believe that, don’t we? She’s our only option to close the Great Chasm and restore the Crystals for good.” Didn’t they? At this point, their trust was hostage in the cryst-fairy’s hand.

                     “You shouldn’t accuse her without proof, Ringabel. We’ve come too far for that.”

                  “agnes is our only option for the crystals! that fairy is nothing but a menace, tiz.” ringabel could feel a temper rise up in him. he only got this way when talking with the fairy, but now it was around when he talked about her. “it’s a feeling. a strong one. something about her isn’t right.” how was he going to convince tiz, good-willed and optimistic tiz, that the companion of the woman he loved was evil. 

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                “i believe it is that fairy, tiz. she is the reason why we keep failing.” ringabel admitted to his friend. for once, the squabbling of the cryst fairy was not in their ears. ringabel did not have the need to slash her wings off with a sword. he also did not have a splitting headache. is this what relaxation felt like? he must remember to jot that thought down in his journal. “we always listen to her, and with the same results.”

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HONK

get that booty || accepting

              “my dear, edea! i knew you would come around, but not this openly! what a surpris-tiz?! i knew my derriere is quite irresistible to the ladies, but now it is confirmed for the men!”