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@soulstumble

The storm startled her awake, weary from her long journey across worlds. It started as exile from her situation back home, then became a long walk that took her someplace completely different, and since then...

Rain touching her skin woke her out of her drowse, careful to descend out of the tree she climbed up. No good... if she got soaked and the temperature changed, she'd be fucked- no second-guessing, Merah took off.

If she ran far enough towards the less dense part of the forest back towards the path, she might find a shelter or even someone else that could help her... or she could run into a villain or some kind of threat...

Nothing like gambling with your life, she thought, better to put it on the line than hide an- Her train of thought leaves the station, and Merah's collision leaves her on her ass. Scowling, giving her head a shake and the briefest of look-overs, she looked up to the source of her impact to scold them-

"Oww- hey, who the hell just stands still in the middle of... the... path..." This woman was tall. Abnormally tall (or was it just because she was so short)... her words die in her throat, instantly intimidated. "... Uh.... s-sorry, should've been looking, didn't think I'd find anyone out here..."

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@haemoxin

Busy night, busy night... every so often the restaurant would find itself a bit overwhelmed by an influx of people celebrating the end of their work week or families coming together again- whatever the occasion, it meant Suina would have her hands full.

Beau was handling a rather large group, it seemed the other servers had finally caught up, so she could take on the lighter work. Menu in hand, she approaches the tall woman taking up an entire booth just for herself...

Suina picked up on the signs immediately: not only was this stranger not a local, but she was also going to be a problem customer. Deep breaths, girl, you've weathered so much more than this...

"Welcome to David's Dockside Bar and Grill, my name is Suina and I'll be your server tonight. Here's your menu, go ahead and give it a lookover and let me know what you'd like to drink and if you want to start with an appetizer."

[alex-frostwalker]

Funny Floor 6 Experience

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Riley has her full attention (for one reason or another, but she IS paying attention), despite the Phoenix's inebriation- she's got a hand on her chin, brows furrowed, turning every gear in that birdbrain of hers and racking around for an answer. A trick, not a riddle, a trick, not a riddle...

"Heading home... empty road, no light, all black, no headlights... but still sees you... moonshine- no, no moonlight! Uhhh... how can he see you in all black..."

Gladyss does in fact start to go glassy eyed as she's lost between her thoughts, her brain encouraging her to drink more, and drinking in more of her new friend's features- but Riley's comment reaches her. Still mumbling aloud of course- but everything focuses in: she drinks whenever she likes. The car sees her, there's no moonlight, but she's in all black. No other lights... but even on new moons there was still just the dimmest of lights-

... no moon. Any time. No moon anytime-

Her answer doesn't sound half as confident- "... the sun. He sees you because the sun is up...?"

"This one is more of a trick than a riddle. What isn't said is as important as what is." She repeats it, word for word, inflection and all. (Unfortunately, Ms. Cross is self-reflexive in many ways, but in this one regard, she hasn't quite noticed that... well, most folks don't have that sense of recall.)

"I'm headin' home after drinkin', walkin' down a completely deserted road. No streetlights, no moonlight, and I'm in all black. A car races down the road, no headlights on. At the last moment, the driver sees me and barely manages to swerve away. How did they see me?"

And for a little more prompting, when the redhead's vision doesn't focus: "Let's say that I could drink whenever I like."

[captainseamech]

[M!A] Happy Maid Day! To show solidarity to this underappreciated sector of the servant class, you are shrouded in a delicate maid outfit for 24hrs. Is the design modest, practical? Perhaps the skirt is scandalous in length? Or maybe it is precious in excess knitted lace and frilly bows!

Be aware that the outfit cannot be removed, destroyed, or soiled for the duration of the spell! (And, in order to ward off unwanted attention from others, you are granted a little bit of magic of your own to deal with them how you see fit.)

High Tide wasn't against the use of dresses, but he surely won't like this particular dress one bit. Not to mention the giant bow on his back, and the added fact he won't be able to remove it.

"... It could be worse, I suppose."

[jttlpgroup]

Aaron 🦊 9136   http://www.steveb29.com/2024/08/5869-aaron.html

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@soulstagger

Her goddess called. She answered.

The Abyss was a gateway to the oceans of all different kinds of worlds, so when it came to strange occurrences and new experiences, Suina was already fairly well-adjusted.

This world had a lovely ocean, though- the water was beautiful and the seabed was full of so much life. While she was meant to be there to find a sea monster that had somehow slipped through and certainly didn't belong here, it was hard for her not to get distracted.

Floating amidst kelp, coral and the occasional tiny fish, a shadow had slowly passed over her head and caught her eye.

Above her, floating atop the waves, was some kind of plane- from down below, the design and structure of it wasn't anything outstanding, but the fact that it was just right there with seemingly no occupants did confuse her. Was its pilot or owner in trouble?

Before she could stop herself, the Siren swam just a little bit closer...

[alex-frostwalker]

"Get ME OUT OF HERE!"

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Trickster Sans belongs to @yourloveaton

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@magicaldreaming

Merah staggers forward, brushing cobwebs and dust off her body as she doubles over, wheezing. Out of breath, mouth tastes like dirt, eyes stinging from running through smoke- wherever the hell she's found herself, it had godforsaken dragons. Dragons. First sea monsters, then vampires, now dragons!?

... it's fine. She made it through to the end, somehow. Her outfit'd seen better days and she herself felt like a fly shaken in a jar, but she was alive.

There was supposedly some kind of incredible treasure inside this place, she'd be told. An elderly gent (at least, he looked elderly to her) pointed her along and shared the story, and it was more of a lead for something that could help her than she had to begin with... if it was a way back to Nanaimo, she'll take it.

The door ahead of her is pushed open, she steps inside the chamber, weak and exhausted but present. And inside was... a woman.

... what.

"... w... where... where's t-the treasure... what... is this-"

[melabea]

grass pokemon! | ground pokemon! | ice pokemon!

species flags for grass pokemon!

species flags for ground pokemon!

species flags for ice pokemon!

for anon!

tagging; @radiomogai, @specieschive, @seasulfur, & @daybreakflags!

[alex-frostwalker]

*Walks in to the room*

Frank and Eddie as Queenie and Kinger. If you catch my drift...

That is all.

*Leaves the room*

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There wasn't any time to call out to Browning before she was gone. A few people stand, curious or worried, but ultimately passive in action. After all, what could they do about yet another stranger with something going on beyond them? At least, not everyone in this town was completely negligent to the things happening around them...

"Hey, watch it-" "Look out, look out-!!" "Smokin' hot babe comin' through~!" Who's that noisy woman with the bright red hair?

Despite the dense throng of strangers blocking her way, they seemed to part easily- no one wanted to get bowled over by a rushing passerby after all. And even if her sudden outburst alarmed the cafe residents, no one would be able to catch up to her. Browning is able to catch up rather quickly after her targets thanks to it-

It's a fight. The doll would be privy to the sight of that white-haired girl struggling to defend herself from the other two individuals- though outnumbered, it was clear the white-haired woman wasn't a pushover.

Ultimately it didn't matter. She could throw as many punches as she wanted, thrashing out of the holds they caught her with, wearing them down or beating them up.. but the moment one of them catches her arms, it leaves her completely exposed to the other for a beatdown.

It's not looking good for Merah now. Her head ached, her body was sore, and slowly but surely she was losing her strength, coasting off of adrenaline. The blows kept coming, taking the full, unabated abuse of her assailants, helpless in this situation despite her struggling...

Once more, she needed a hero.

Serenity, finally. Or at least for the time being. Browning never seems to be at peace for too long. She learned all too well that being in one place for a long time brings nothing good. Stand around long enough, someone will send you somewhere…and its never a good somewhere.

Yet, for the time being, the doll relished the small respite from hungry eyes staring at her out from the darkness. It was still odd to her how casually people seemed to go about their day, despite the oddity she brought to the table. Hell, she could at least gather that she was visible to others and they did register who she was. Why else would the server bring her a drink of water? But besides her, no one else seemed to be unphased by who she appeared to be.

She was still fighting to wonder if this subdued reaction was net positive or negative. It wasn’t like she enjoyed being perceived as different but even that slim change spelt something fundamentally off with this town. Almost like this was too casual of an occurrence to take note. Soon, something a lot less subdued would pass by the window. Something she couldn’t believe was ignored.

Downing the complimentary drink of water, the doll peered out into the sea of individuals starting their mundane days. Crowds huddled to move to their destinations, individuals walking off to their days. Yet, at the corner of her eye, the blonde saw three bodies sprinting between the crowds. A blur of white pursued by two others. Non-distinct least for a mark she could only vaguely make out. It didn’t seem like something so easy to ignore despite what the other people around her elected to do.

Grabbing her ALICE, the doll bolted from her seat and crashed through the door, leaving it mildly ajar. Before someone could chastise her, the doll was already barreling down the street in record speed. Weaving through crowds and cars alike, she continued on unimposed by the heated complaints of others. Her altruism reminding her that things like that could be forgiven.

Soon, Browning arrived to the entrance of the alley, scanning the surroundings to find where the trio were held up. Using wise judgement, she opted to walk in without any weapons to hand. Despite the numbers disadvantaged, the doll was on another spectrum when it came to the lethality spectrum. Anything more would be gross negligence of force. Besides, she needed answers still. It works to have someone living to get those answers out of.

[love-letterworm]

geopalegardenic ; a geo[x]ic term where your ' headspace ' looks like / is akin to the pale garden from minecraft .

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tagging : @radiomogai

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[ im sorry , but your computer does not support id . any help would be appreciated . ]

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[captainseamech]

             Apparently his team was nowhere to be seen yet, so High Tide might allow himself to... maybe dance just a little bit. Sliding his pedes to the sides to follow the rhythm and still swinging at his hips!

[deepsea-kinniies]

uuhm if ur doing mood board reqs could i get a foggy winter winter themed idate one?

Here you go! I hope this works for you, thank you for waiting :3

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@onikumasama | x

Where even was she?

It was foreign, it was lonely and she couldn't beat the feeling that she was in some kind of danger... Merah didn't belong here, that much was obvious.

But a familiar scent hits her and without second thought, she's following it- danger be damned. Her stomach was empty, she knew she needed to eat something before she passes out. It didn't matter if this was a trap, better to risk it than die...

A stranger. The bear ears didn't put her off, at least- and once he offered her food, it didn't matter if he was a gnome or a demon, she approached with no hesitation.

If she ended up choking from how fast she was eating, it didn't seem to bother her- she was that desperate. So of course, when she does start coughing, putting the bowl down to try clearing her throat, it should come as no surprise.

"... I haven't had this in a few years... it's... it's delicious... t-thank you." Merah chokes, trying to catch her breath as she wipes at her watery eyes.