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Things said in an adventuring party // ACCEPTING » @destrozcs said: ‘ as you can see, i’m not dead. ’

𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙸𝚃𝚈. Nelliel eyed the one-time Sexta with an indifference that bordered distaste. They had spent weeks rebuilding Las Noches-- clearing away the rubble, rounding up survivors, nevermind convincing them of Harribel's rule. Leave it to Grimmjow to walk in when all the real work was finished.

"And what have you been doing in the meantime? Given it wasn't anything helpful."

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"𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴, 𝙷𝚄𝙷?" Giselle hummed thoughtfully, mindlessly swinging her arms side-to-side. She liked to think she had one of the better abilities. Even her fellow Sternritter avoided her! They'd never admit it was out of fear, of course, but she saw the way they swallowed when she stood too near, how their eyes darted sideways whenever she moved.

But not Askin. He just kept watching as she sauntered closer, the same smile on his lips.

"I guess it depends!"

"How many zombies do I get to start with~?"

“i was thinking—”

askin's tongue clicks against the vault of his palate. wrinkling his expression is the kind of focus he grants unsolvable whims. not many would so happily sit in front of giselle, within range of her powers, for whatever reason. camaraderie only gets you so far. “from one freak to another, if we fought—who would win?” gigi looks at him like he's stupid. he feels compelled to elaborate. “hypothetically speaking, of course! i know infighting is prohibited.”

sc, @naturesbeat.

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Siken's 'War of the Foxes' Sentence Starters » @lamentamore said: i wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

"TO KNOW ONESELF IS THE ULTIMATE STRENGTH, padawan." As much as they looked outwards, to the world and the galaxy beyond, so too were the Jedi encouraged to look inward. Mindfulness couldn't stop at the brief examination of their passing feelings; they must embrace the act of looking upon their own souls, flaws and all.

"But do not be afraid to acknowledge the changes within you. We are no more immutable than flame, you and I."

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Gonna temporarily close my askbox cause this is what I'm working with, and I'm determined to get through them. DM's will still be open for plotting or chatting if you're so inclined! ♥

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Interrogation starters // ACCEPTING » @krosakis said:  “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?” / for Nel!

"𝚈-𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽' 𝙽𝙴𝙻 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚃?" The indignation of her accusation was at odds with her expression: wide, watery eyes. Quivering lip. A bubble of snot at her nose. Nel swiped at it with her raggedy sleeve.

She had forgotten, in her single-minded enthusiasm, that following Ichigo through the Senkaimon would bring her to Soul Society. And while she was all for an adventure, there was only one problem....

"N-Nel isn't a'scared. There's just -- a lot'a S-Shinigami here, s'all!"

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"𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 someone calling their cute, chubby little baby Just Lucky I guess,” she drawled, swirling the dregs of her drink around the bottom of the glass. Aphra couldn’t say what she expected ( if she expected anything at all ), but somehow his answer still surprised her. Ava. No wonder he’d always been so tight-lipped on the subject. But he wasn’t the first person she knew to decide their own identity, and it never mattered to her who they were beforehand. Curiosity satiated, she tucked that particular tidbit away to be forgotten and raised a toast in his direction. “For what it’s worth, Lucky suits you. I don’t know very many people with your annoying penchant for getting the one-up.” Respect where respect was due. 

Drinking now for the sake of it, she poured herself another glass. “Might as well make it even and go with dare.”

He scoffs. " What makes you think there was a ' before Just Lucky ' ? " He cheekily replies, then drinks straight out of the bottle. She doesn't know the kind of box his name opens. Nor does he think she really cares beyond surface curiousity. Maybe that's why it's easier to tell the truth. He places the bottle down and crosses his arms. A more serious expression crossing his face, indicative of a real answer to follow. Despite that, there is still a heavy pause before he speaks again.

" It hasn't been my name in a long time , or ever really , I guess . but when I was a kid they called me ' Ava ' . " After so much time has passed it feels weird to speak it aloud. He doesn't want her to notice that it affects him, so he quickly moves on. " ' Just Lucky ' was something I used to say a lot . I needed a better name anyway , and that one stuck . " He explains.

With a wave of his hand, he motions for them to move on. " Your turn . "

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credit: Nabcahn

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Bandersnatch starters / ACCEPTING » @oathofpromises said: my head is all over the place . i keep having vivid dreams .- Bandersnatch starters from My Wol Stella recalling their time as Azem to Venat

"𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂." It wasn’t unheard of to catch glimpses of the past – echoes, she liked to call them – through residual ripples of aether. No one could move through this world and leave it completely untouched; as waves in a pool, or footprints in the sand, they all left their mark upon the star. Yet those imprints were meant to fade with time. And if Stella’s tale was to be believed, there were some ten-thousand odd years between the life of her protégé, and this new soul. 

“Perhaps your time here in Elpis has acted like something of a trigger,” she mused. Something in her being, however small, remembered this place. This time. It struck her as a comforting thought that whatever happened, perhaps some part of them would go on living in the souls of those that followed in their footsteps. Though she could imagine it just as frightening a notion from the other side. A gentle concern pinched her brow, and when she spoke again, her voice had softened. “These dreams – do they trouble you?”

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"𝙸 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝚈, 𝙰𝙳𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙻, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 to be working with you again.” Certain…circumstances had kept the Doctor far away from any Imperial shenanigans, much less a rendezvous with a Grand Admmiral. But Thrawn held a special place in her heart ( and more importantly, her wallet ). A fellow savant of history – a connoisseur, if she would be so bold – he appreciated not just the practical artifacts, but the ones of cultural value. As an archaeologist, Aphra appreciated that these important keynotes of history were going to a loving home. And as a no-good-criminal with a mountain of debt, she appreciated that Thrawn was willing to pay. 

“I got a few things I’ve been saving just for you,” she began, the first of which she brought to the table inside a small briefcase. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about project Auger. The Empire has been picking Zeffo clean. But I just so happened to have gotten there first.” No small amount of pride colored her voice as she popped open the case to reveal a plush, velvet interior. Resting upon the red fabric was a collection of stone carvings, strung together by a delicate, twine-like material. With her usual fair, she presented, “A genuine Zeffo windchime, entombed with the first of their great sages, Eilram.”

“It still works, if you’d like to hear.”

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𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷, Venat hummed lightly in reply, and finished the last few sentences on the page before she glanced up. “It’s hard to say exactly what may be of use…” she said, skimming ahead a handful of chapters. Mostly it was notes on the environments of Elpis, records of aetheric density, temperature, humidity, and what creations managed to thrive under which conditions. A fascinating read, if she wasn’t looking for something in particular. 

“I would say to keep an eye out for anything pertaining to Meteion.” Her instincts told her the young entelechy was at the heart of their conundrum. “If you’d prefer to skim, you could just examine the illustrations.” The researchers here took detailed notes, including complex drawings of their creations - everything from the beasts’ anatomy to the stages of their life were recorded in fine-lined sketches for posterity. Venat reached the end of her current book, and slotted it back into place before reaching for the next. 

Oh. So the Chronic Thorns was a building full of books. That was not what Meiko expected from the name, although considering it was related to Hermes' research... It made sense.

"Aye." From the bottom. Well, at least she had been properly sized up alongside the Ancients. Not wanting to waste time with audible whining, Meiko gave a nod and slid to the floor beside the nearest bookshelf. It was easier than bending over or crawling around.

Still, it was impossible not to feel like a child once more during the exercise. Although as a wee lass she would have kicked her feet and wailed in the aisles if given such a task. At least until her Ma gave her a thwack.

Cracking open the first tome on the shelf, she did her very best to scan the words for something that would stand out to her. Mentions if entelechies, of Hermes' name, of Meteion, or... ... ...

Her eyes were already glazing over. But she pushed through the reluctance and turned the page.

"Anythin' specific we should look for? Or...indicate what's useful?"

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𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃, knelt peacefully in the Jedi Temple’s Gardens, her mind’s eye provided a different view. It was not a surrounding of lush, green plants that she saw, but the earthy, muted tones of a savannah. No longer did she hear the rippling of clear ponds and waterfalls, but the quiet rustling of tall grasses. No two Jedi ever saw the force the same way, and this was how it presented to her: like the wide, open plains of Shili, stretching as far as Shaak Ti could see. After several long moments of contemplative silence, she opened her eyes to fine Lexa in deep concentration. Her body had gone still, save for the steady inhale and exhale of breaths. Good.

Gently, she prompted, “Tell me what you see, Padawan.”

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𝙽𝙾, 𝙽𝙾, 𝙽𝙾 – this wasn’t right at all. Nel had done everything she was supposed to do: she put her hands over her eyes, counted to ten, even shouted ‘Ready or not, here I come!’. But when she looked up, the Espada was still just standing there. Unmoved. 

Maybe she had to explain it slowly.

“Ya know yer suppos’ta hide during hide n’ seek, right?”

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 was just that – an art. And Nel was one of the great masters, or so she liked to fancy herself. A tiny tongue stuck out in concentration as she carefully sculpted piles of fine grains into the rough outline of a person; scattered around her were shells, branches, pieces of broken bone that were to make the details. Once she got the thing to stand upright, that is. Her face fell as all her hard work collapsed again, and her lip jutted out in a pout as she turned to the Shinigami. 

“Nel thinks we need some water t’make these stick."

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𝙸𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁, the persistence of nature on their durasteel world. Of course, the gardens had a little help -- masters and younglings alike tended to the terraces, ensuring the temple always had its own little piece of green serenity. The force could 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴 here, unimpeded by the incessant flow of people and transports just beyond their walls.

Shakk Ti rather liked it.

Yet hurried footsteps betrayed another's disquiet. She turned in time to behold a padawan -- Sol's, if she recalled correctly -- come to a breathless stop before her. Smiling slightly, and hoping to put the girl at ease, she inclined her head.

"I believe I can spare a few moments." If nothing else, she felt a tickle of curiosity why her fellow Jedi might recommend her of all people.

"How may I assist, padawan...?"

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"Master Ti," Osha, dressed in her Padawan robes [ that she was quickly outgrowing as the years dragged on ], called out as she quickly walked over to the Jedi. Bowing her head in a curt, clumsy greeting, the teenage offered an awkward smile. A smidge forced on her sharp lips. "Master Sol suggested you may be able to help me. Do you have a moment?"

Help her... the failure. The constant need for assistance to be the correct sort of Jedi was hard. It burned her ears, only adding to the emotions swirling through her like the waves of the ocean ebbing and flowing. The very emotions she needed help accepting and letting go of.

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𝙸𝙽. 𝙾𝚄𝚃. 𝙸𝙽. 𝙾𝚄𝚃. There was only so much of that ominous breathing Aphra could stand before she began to fill the silence with mindless chatter. “I hope we’re going somewhere a little more scenic this time,” she said, dutifully punching in the coordinates Vader provided into the hyperdrive. “I hear Gatalenta is beautiful this time of year. And you can never go wrong with Naboo-” Her face fell considerably when their map zero’ed in on the outer rim instead, to a little dustball planet of no repute. “...Or not…” 

Still, she knew better than to complain. Too much, anyway. The stars stretched into the thin blue lines as Aphra plopped into the pilot’s seat, that creepy, unsettling – and dare she say, threatening – breathing keeping pace just behind her.

“So, uh, what are we looking for, Boss? Is it rebels?” She allowed herself to hope, just a little, and excitement crept into her voice. “Something shiny?” 

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Parks and Rec Starters // ACCEPTING ↳ @outlawiism said: ‘  i wanted to make fun of stupid people while i get drunk. my two true passions.  ’

"𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝚂𝙾 𝙰𝙳𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽," she replied dryly, finding her cuticles a far more engaging sight than her current guest. The stench of alcohol and smoke wafted off him, no doubt the dregs of whatever backwater establishment they pulled him out of. Hs mere presence seemed to dull the golden sheen that sparkled at the ends of her nails, and Domina made a mental note to schedule herself a new polish once she and Lapin had the room to themselves. But for the time being, she dismissed her guards and attendants with a wave of her hand, and finally graced this ‘Starlord’ with the full weight of her gaze. 

“Would you by chance consider money another passion of yours, Mr. Quill?” In one fluid motion, she sank into the chair at her desk, and offered him the other. “I’ve heard that you bear little love for the ravangers.” Regrettably, she had to admit they had something in common in that regard. She steepled her hands, and continued, “Yet an intimate knowledge of their factions.” 

“You see how one could find this information useful…?”