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"Maybe one day, yes." it was a thought constantly in the back of their mind, of course. they want to get better at ranged weapons, especially with their guns, but at the same time, they want to make sure people do not try to steal what it important to them. "I have not met someone who has been able to fix it, sadly. It is... a work in progress, so to speak."

"I have no intention of scaring people. This is a sentimental weapon from an old soul who gave me a second chance. That is all that it is. If people are scared of a gun that is never used, then that has nothing to do with me, no?" a weak chuckle, and they desummon their bow. "Why stick around me? Are you not a busy salesman?"

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"Mm?" multicolored eyes shift from the target as the bow lowers to rest easy against their side, glancing at the mentioned gun that has its safety on. "Oh... it is a gift from my dad." they smile nervously. "I've never gotten it fixed, because apparently it sells for a lot in the right auctions... so I do not trust many with it."

��    Curious to see the preference at work, though perhaps there's some nuance he's unaware of. After all, butting into someone's space  &&  encroaching like he had been an invited guest doesn't exactly inform him of every bit of detail no matter how much time he might spend stalking in the shadows. Here, he did no such thing. Wanted to inquire about the rather fascinating piece.

     He's appraised weapons in the past, selling for whatever price he could get since he has his own set of old-reliables. But sells for a lot ? Well, that's information he won't be forgetting any time soon.  ❝ Do you intend to use it one day ?  Seems a bit much to carry it around everywhere unless... You're trying to scare people off by having it look like a functioning sidearm ?  ❞ Sampo raises his hands up in faux surrender. ❝ I don't mean any harm. ❞

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"I would know that much. I have said many a thing that people have taken in offense and made rash decisions in the moment in order to defend themselves. Truth hurts, and sometimes it is a necessary pain... but truth must be given, not brutally forced upon." they nod solemnly at their own words, a lesson they had to learn the hard way these past years. "I am sorry if I startled you with my approach, as it is."

"Yes, something like that." She repeats in agreement and gingerly tugs the top edge of her hood down toward her face. A part of her is relieved that her words weren't taken in offense.

"...Sometimes no one is ready for the truth when it falls."

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it was an odd feeling for them, to know that they were speaking to THE sora of the ancient days, and a part of them wants to see if vivian is seeing this. someone, anyone, just to double check that this is real.

a part of aryin knows that this can be real, but the rest of them wants to believe that it isn't, because the less real it is, the more real they can be with THEMSELVES in return. it was an odd give & take with them, truth be told.

and they can't help but sheepishly smile at the attention grab, their eyes darting here and there for a moment before settling on the boy once more.

( & he is just a boy, no older than the age they were when they were made to be something more than a child, more than a student, more, more, MORE. they can sympathize with that defiant courage, as well as with the burnout that follows. )

"I understand, I would want much the same way if my team knew my name." a warm smile meets the desire and they nod their head, almost seeming to bow it in reverence for the master before them. "I can explain my side of how I know you, since you are like me, in the aspect of keyblade wielding, but you have to promise to not eh... freak out? Yes, that is the term."

"Huh.." Something with the keybearer's gut felt a brand of clarity being met with that gaze. His name, his journey, it often was a starting spark or an object of interest for many forces out there. All is fair in that metaphorical field. After all, a journey like his required him to be in the depth of many lives, many tales.

A Starwalker that leaves an invisible tapestry beyond the partitioned borders.

'So we hadn't met before. Huh, wonder if he's met either the King or the others in that case? Word loves getting around pretty fast.' With his mind more solidified on how to approach (and thankfully not hurt any feelings), then that certainty that almost held a cocksure note was shamelessly brought to the open. "That's the one. Hopefully it's not too worn out!"

It begs the question, what exactly draws the more particular glint of light in their eye? The pirate within almost wondered if Sora was a term that had some hidden gold mine in it. Confirming that this conversation would be continuing with another good shake, he picks the moment to disperse the grip as he immediately points a finger towards Aryin.

"Hold on, hooooold on now. If I'm making looks that feel like a birthday bash is around the corner come to be, shouldn't that be a compliment? --Mm." There's a tiny pause as he nips the inside of his cheek.

"Unless infamous meant I wound up on the highest wanted list out there." Good in the universe of piracy, not so much everywhere else.

"Then what's the grab here?" Sora wasn't the least bit shy in establishing eye contact, those eyes burned with courage well beyond even a seasoned soldier's years. It was an invitation to let more of that thriving nature meet him. There was an intent to match the energy. "My name is one thing, but if it's you meeting the real deal, I'd like to at least make a good impression on my own terms."

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Love, Death & Robots - S1E7 - Beyond the Aquila Rift (2019)

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Tracce II (2007) by Walter Valentini

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⭐️💙⭐️November Stars⭐️💙⭐️

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@valorxdrive - from this ask, continued.

"I would not go, eh... so far as to say my memory of you is quite so tricky, as it would require me to have properly met you first, no?" the words are intended to be reassuring, and perhaps they fall a little bit short. aryin had never been quite so good at comfort, really. but nonetheless they find themselves smiling at the much younger boy in front of themself, moving to speak again before they finally register the name that was given.

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a clear shock crosses their features, and the historian in their blood and the ancientness of their mind can't help but shine with a delighted glee. if this truly was sora, then they could get a first hand recount of the things that happened during that last keyblade war, they could finally get some questions answered that weren't so easily recounted in the history books! it was an odd mischief that glittered in their eyes, a sort of i gotcha now! that most people would run from... if they could not see the playfulness behind the look.

"Sora?" the name is lilted with that same shocked delight, but eventually it cools off, knowing that they probably shouldn't tell the boy that they're from a future where nothing truly got better, and people still are cruel.

"Erh... it is, nice to, um. It is nice to meet you, yes. Yes yes." they nod their head in mischievous glee. "Pardon the look I wore just then, it is only that... your name is quite infamous where," when, "I am from."

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brain smooth.

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i love aryin so much ik i'm going to be obsessed with them all over again when campaign starts again

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LOVE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS & THE SAINTS

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DEATH DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS & THE SAINTS

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IT TAKES & IT TAKES & IT TAKES

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my game for aryin is going to be coming back in december (after my birthday i think) and i'm SO EXCITED.

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she's going heart eyes at some people on the dash.

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obsessed with this guy currently

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GUESS WHO HAS MUSE FOR ARYIN AGAIN

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i crave some HORRENDOUS smut. i'm talking wehwoehwohewo.