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[astrxlfinale]

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril? ( march @ caelus )

"See, I knew you'd get it! T-- wait, that wasn't sarcasm, was it?"

Moments like this always be so hard to tell! It certainly doesn't mean he'd be applying any else less effort in one of the less Trailblazed areas. As shrouding rolls of jade mist spill across the area, adding a sense of mystery to the area known as Fyxestroll Garden. That said, it always confused the hell out of Caelus in where the garden part comes in. Like was it a garden of tombstones?

...

Okay, maybe that is a bit too morbid even for him.

Their venture here however isn't without purpose. incredible strides found themselves made for the Express's bonafied princess. For once a blade fell into her hands, the sharp elegance of a ruthless path found itself charging her with vigor and finesse. In many ways, it'd even conjure a resilient need to match that very energy. Bat at the ready, the obsidian implement is given a trusted spin before being hosted on Caelus's shoulder. "Mortal peril is the best kinda medicine for two things. Sharpening up these blade skills, n' the good benefit of resting afterward."

Wasn't it a novel concept for any Trailblazer? Mirth danced within the delinquent's eyes, even as a few idle spirits flew overhead, and the remnants of a few rogue automatons found themselves rendered to scrape metal. "Y'know that a whole day of lazing can't beat the rest quality of a day of not being a couch potato. Ya might've been cryin about being bored." Not really, but the insinuation makes a touch of smugness hit his face.

"Annnnd as your trainin' partner here, I can let'cha forget that fire that forged this path to begin with. Cause lemme be real. You've been gettin' good once you put your heart to it. We gotta make it so you outdo your masters one day." It was part of a dream that led to her turning a week of work into what many of the Xianzhou adept would consider years in terms of experience. Despite many holding clear (and somewhat understandable) concern. The totality of their many journeys together had Caelus nothing but resolute in his trust to her efforts.

A thoughtful hum eases from his lungs nonetheless. "Y'know? Dinner can be on me today if you finish up with flying colors. We need to put some new polish on that Super Move of yours."

@intcritus

[scarletooyoroi]

wet dream: Tem being nice to him

SCREAMS AS HE PROCEEDS TO IMMEDIATELY SHOOT UPRIGHT IN BED.

"......"

As his breathing remained ragged and confused, for a moment, he stalls there, simply collecting his bearings at the utterly alien sight that met him in his dreams. Tem?? Tenderly smiling?? Holding his hand?? Holding a bashful look as they made each other lunches? In utter and complete truth, the fact his body found itself reacting to that leads to another slew of questions.

Actually? Should he be thinking this damn hard about this? Taking the moment to stumble from bed, he needs to be up, and alert in entirely different ways as it stands.

Gods, that exhaustion must've been more palpable as he thought. One thought manages to scratch successfully within his mind.

"I.. I think I'm starting to get what she meant.."

@snowtombedstar

[valorxdrive]

FROM THE MASTER OF MASTERS: ❝ if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both a fox and a wolf. ❞

High upon one of the sky gouging towers known as Skyscrapers (almost fitting for Keybearers in a way) would they remain. New knowledge unveiled, risky gambits made, and an unavoidable truth had shifted the boundary of the collision in ways expected and not so much. One element that certainly hadn't changed was the vitriolic distaste that burns within his blood at the mere sight of that cloak.

Always drawing a face into obscurity, used less as a means of security and more to let the encroaching horror of the known steeple its metaphorical fingers upon another's chest.

Somehow, it allows for the Master above all Masters to challenge that convention through their bombastic display of life. How every pose, the sound of his voice, all these miniature factors of Charisma incarnate to be drawn free that succeeds in one thing. Raw disbelief would momentarily cross Sora's visage as one painfully annoying reality bubbled somewhere in the depths of his being.

Part of him... Wanted to laugh.

"You're kidding me.." However he'd catch that runaway emotions before they offered any clarity of how his Heart stirs. For a measure of cryptic advice was being drawn out like a comic strip instead, yet, those aware could pick up on the haunted undertones that always managed to follow him like shadowy wisps. There were too many things to be careful about when it comes to Sora, if anyone should understand this, it would be Sora.

The bottom of his soles pivot upon the concrete that's been freshly rained upon. Overhead lies dreary gray clouds that drive their phantasmal, billowy boats across the newest definition of a sky that Sora encountered yet. Brows furrowed, eyes sharpened in a not so serious way, it's clear that the intent against such lethal news was to challenge it. "And what makes those two such inspiring options?" He shoots back.

Right now was a time that the keybearer was in so many ways vulnerable, but in so many ways, free. Drawing in a fresh breath from the rustic air from humming ACs and ventilation, his pace would brazenly bring him towards the Master. Every itch to let the Keyblade roar free being brought to rest as some memories snap into semi-sleep due to this cloaked presence. In particular, that ragged, tortured sight of Ephemer who endured such a hellish extent in his name.

..Yet in a twisted way, that same name casting those chains that made flesh and Heart burn.

A soul deep refusal would remain as the dam to block any opportunity of forgetting. Let the magma like build flow within his veins, allow for the soothing light to gradually temper such lethal feelings, a new brand of backbone needs to continue it's journey of being tempered for types like this.

Those who find themselves swimming across the river of time in any bastardizing fashion they please.

"Foxes and Wolves can certainly bring in a lot for themselves, and even those within their fold-" Adventures across countless worlds had brushed and lashed such lessons onto his heart, painting perspective can be called his own.

"But isn't this leaving one important detail out?"

"There's more than enough of those roaming all over." That raised finger would ease back to an open palm as he drifts that palm across the death defying descent that awaits any who dared to jump. "Down here."

Sora would soon ascend that extremity, holding a whimsical flare as light seems to drift effortlessly from his palm. "To whatever else is waiting out there on this side."

That very hand would be resolved as it clenches down to a formidable fist. By no means prepared to listen to base instincts in the desire of wanting to clobber this particularly stubborn heart. "I'll continue to be myself, just like I'd be anywhere else."

Sora would be a force that ceaselessly weave qualities of many into a primordial pool of his liking. Aspects that are welcomed contently within his fold.

Alongside those kicked out without a care.

"Isn't it a cause for concern if a place needs you to switch up on that?"

@keyofhearts

[crossxskulled]

"To think, one could be bamboozled so quickly - so instantly after stepping foot into the digital metaverse via new technology..." Perhaps usage of school computers and very limited electronics during his stay at Madarame's in years past had paved the perfect path for scoundrels on the aforementioned world wide web to ease their way into Yusuke's already meager savings. Or perhaps it was just his own lack of being able to differentiate between pornography scams and 'art references'. Either way, the artist was inconsolable for quite some moments. “Have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state?”

"The digitial who wha now.. Ahh, shit, Yusuke?"

What in the world was even happening with the guy now!? Typically this wouldn't even spring a forethought to the rowdier company of the Phantom Thieves. The style of their legendary artist found itself fashioned in some unknown blur between imaginative inspiration, boundless and free, as the clear and distinct tethers of reality always made sure to keep an even divide of keeping the guy's head in the clouds. That was a very eloquent way of putting Ryuji's current thoughts.

By now the despair found itself so potently thick that it almost threatened to spill rain in this room. Teeth bared in a sense of bewildered distaste, it took no rocket scientist to discover that something happened to this poor bastard. "No?? Damn man I just wanted to see if you wanted to sling off to go grab a bite! Maybe some chips if a couple-a Montas.. but ahhh, something tells me this ain't a good time? I know I give you bs to deal with, but what's even going on here?"

He hardly bothered to allow the sensible lines of the situation deter him. Firm and steady steps drove him directly over to the empty space Leblanc's cafe in order to investigate the issue, snatching up the dimly lit phone that was meager moments away from dwindling off to the dark screen. "Have you just lost some contest or someeeeeee--"

"DUDE HOLY SHIT."

Where in the hell did all that earlier contest money fly off too?! This isn't even the typical brand of low here, as it stands, his account basically skydived off the rooftops of success and into the negatives of hell at the drop of a damn dime! Watching those crimson numbers that some hefty amount was owed beyond anything, even with this not being his account caused a cold brick of lead to settle inside the gut.

He knows how the moves go! Shit like this easily leads to the Yakuza, the Yakuza leads to favors, then favors wind up making this once innocent..? Weird? (He'll figure it out later.) Artist into eventually joining their ranks to go do some depraved mess! As one of the few barriers between leaving his friend to be about that life, the blonde wastes no time, immediately dragging up the Mementos app upon Yusuke's phone as he dragged up this carrot-y beanpole of a man onto his feet.

"Screw the laughin'! You need a damn miracle, and you know the first things they say about miracles here." Ryuji mentions while shooting a biting glare towards him.

"We gotta steal 'em our damn selves! Oh ho hooooooo I'd love to know who you gave the three numbers on the back of your card to!"

@zenkofu

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THE SWIMMING PIC HAS ME SOBBING 😭😭

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[ladytengen]

[cannibalchicken]

Woah , my garage dog has arrived ,

[astrxlfinale]

❛  hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.  ❜ - chenhua for caelus 🥺

Held within his very hands was a wish that he's come to cradle time and time again. Each moment in itself being a small world where he comes to learn so much more. From the devotion of committing to this very act with heart and mind, to the way she's come to associate that safety in actions.

A certain freedom to truly bask and talk about what intrigues her. Moments that's surge with joy, prompting that playfulness to unravel and be a force they take in stride. The slower days where she'd often find the sturdiness of his shoulder the perfect place to get a bit more rest. Then this, where the sanctity of his arms would be the grounds for her to find a fold of reprieve from the constant tempo of reality itself.

So why hold hesitation in any modicum? "Chenhua." Her name would be intoned, as if prompting to summon her to his very side as those coat clad arms opened with little hesitation. She'd find herself being swept into that very strength, an abode molded to her very name in terms of this intent. With his back pressed against the headboard, he'd practically bundle up the foxian into his arms, letting his fingers drift upon the curve of her back as they contently remain.

Caelus would press his face right into that dual colored hair, basking in the natural fragrance that just commits nothing but ease to his own senses.

"Gettin' more vocal with those wishes. I like that." As wondrous as letting actions speak as words, a combination of both to just showcase the scale was a value equally powerful. She'd come to find his lips pressing a gentle kiss upon the top of her head as the grip carefully tightened around Chenhua's figure. Let the Xianzhou, let the cosmos at large be nothing but a bygone fantasy for a few fleeting moments. As a breath of ease spills from his lungs--

Caelus simply wants each other to be all that remains.

@acr3ss-the-cosmos

[scarletooyoroi]

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet.

What initially began as a means of checking a late night visit meets with an unexpected spiral. The gentle river of droplets coursing through this end of Teyvat's was more like a trial to one, that very person being a matted mess of crimson hair that patted down on their figure, adding a highlight to those vibrant eyes. Any post-made weariness from being freshly awakened is swiftly dissolved in a singular swoop.

"Cross..?" As if this would be the means of letting reality and his fading dreams finally snap into proper awareness. His intent alone draws in his warm power as he'd briefly cast a nigh invisible barrier of heat above, quickly causing any follow up to be dissolved into steam as he motions her with an arm, practically grasping her by the shoulder in order to guide them inside.

The slide door would be drawn to a close, eclipsing the patter of Hydro's blessing as his attention turned towards her in a heartbeat. "Just a moment--"

It wouldn't be long before he returns with a welcomed sight, a towel.

Allowing it to be considerably warmed through his dominion of Pyro, it'd be akin to a freshly laundered and dried towel that remained underneath the sun's gaze. He didn't miss a beat in practically pressing it towards their chest. "What in the Seven had you out and active during a downpour like this?"

@vygiler

[valorxdrive]

❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ [ from @piousolus >:| ]

That sharp command within her tone immediately draws him from the precipice of slumber. Once again he's conscious of the miniature forest of tomes that surround him, on top of the not so content visage of Aqua glowering down at him.

A gentle, outright guilty chuckle follows as the blue haired master catches him red handed.

..For like the 4th time.

"Uhhh, had a long night last night?" As if that would even work. She was a witness on how even with a little sleep, stamina was almost unfairly wired into his being, leading to him always having a well to pull from. No, it'd be the actual art of study that made him too comfortable, his mind too clouded, leading to a place where sleep sounds wondrous and the warmth of this desk remains far too comfortable.

At the sight of a dubiously raised brow from Aqua, it was clear such excuses weren't tapping remotely upon her contentment meter. It causes Sora to bristle as an audible groan spills from his lips. "Okay okay, so maybe I find this beyond boring and a half. There's such a difference between just lookin and actually applying it all."

"Wouldn't it be better to just practice outright? I swear I got a good hang over what half of this book is talkin' about." Was it arrogance or honesty that poised such a thought? He looks awfully adamant on the matter. That said, he has an interesting question to poise.

"Sides.. Isn't this magic fundamentally different from how we use it? Through the keyblade, techniques are usually based not just in the strength of emotion, but refining certain feelings and relations at different intensities, right?" At least this is how he's come to demonstrate his own personal answer.

"And not these... Equations."

@piousolus

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