#🟆 grmadon 01.

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"Wouldn't go there, if I were you."

Tough luck for anyone living in the latter rows of Fibonacci. Unfortunately, that includes J by default, who has the pleasure of being housed in the last one; House 123.

Though, sitting by a bench near House 111, it could only recommend those looking to traverse further to wait all the same. "Unless you're itching for a skirmish to get home? Best take a seat. Some 'anti-stars' protest ended up escalating to… all that."

The drone would gesture with air quotes while speaking, its metallic hand switching to a smartphone that'd resume playing the video it had just recorded a few minutes ago. It sure is a noisy crowd up ahead. "Who knows! Maybe they'll let you through if you ask politely." sarcasm. "But I have no missile launcher to clear the way with anymore, so I'll be here."

@grmadon

[crystalknuckle]

@grmadon || ♥’d for a starter

isabeau knows pent-up when he sees it, and this guy? capital P pent-up! not that he goes around looking for people who could use a pal-- there just so happens to be many such cases.

himself included, maybe? it's easier not to dwell on his own issues when he's out helping other people with theirs, though! that's just textbook symbiosis.

"heya, stranger! hope i'm not interrupting anything important!" can't go wrong with a bold approach; arms crossed and stance wide, "and if i am, you are totally, one-hundred percent allowed to brush me off! no hard feelings!"

"buuut, since we're both by our lonely lonesome," he juts a thumb toward the giant, simmering pot behind him, brow lifting in open invitation, "whaddaya say? wanna group up and/or soup up?"

(...what? isa's hungy).

[inheirit]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀They should really have someone sweep these overnight or something...⠀❜ ⠀⠀THE ⠀mage mutters to no one in particular, using the side of her boot to clear up a couple of the steps leading up to the next market stall. It's a long, long way down if one were to slip — but that's par for the course amid the Sky-Strewn Isles. Factor in eager crowds wanting to get limited-edition holiday items and that risk factor jumps up astronomically.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀If the price markups don't kill you, the fall will.⠀❜ 

⤷ @grmadon : winterfes / an uplifting(?) winter fair.

[learnspells]

@grmadon // NOM RANCHING

ʚїɞ - Bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk! Fern didn't know what to expect when she'd heard about the "magical marshmallows" plaguing Cotes ward. But she hadn't expected to have the squishy treats raining down to hit her in the head over and over. At least they were soft...

She turned to look at the nearest person experiencing the same phenomenon as her, but her exhaustion was already plain.

"...Do they really expect us to eat all of these? I might die." A quantity of magical marshmallows more formidable than any demon.

[occultacarne]

@grmadon

"It looks to be that the owner is not here."

Being here is giving him some kind of side effect and yet he stands in front of the shrine like it's nothing. Looks like whoever ownes this place knows what they're doing.

"Such a shame. I was hoping to pay them a visit. I assume you are here for the same reason?" Certainly THIS place looked like a great place for meditation.

[deathreversed]

@grmadon

This isn't numb, Nier's felt numb before. This is something else, something she barely recognizes. An emptiness, an absence, a hole with no matching piece to fill it. She wanders through the Archimedes Ward, black footprints marking her meandering path. Eventually, it takes her to a familiar place, somewhere high above the city, Savior's Respite. Normally a comforting view, the sprawl that stretches down below is dyed a dull gray, and Nier feels... nothing.

She remembers now, what this reminds her of. Her time in the replicated world, when The World took her dearest companion from her. His sneer echoes in her ears, and tears drop down her cheeks as she watches her beloved Death crumble before her eyes.

No, this is different, she felt loss and sadness then. This is... What is this?

There are quiet footsteps up the path behind her, but Nier does not turn to acknowledge them. Only when they come close enough does she finally speak.

"I don't know if I ever liked this city... But it's even worse like this, isn't it? At least before, you could be comfortable, but now... I don't know." She shakes her head, unable to grasp her feelings. "Maybe it was always going to end up like this. Maybe they were always going to just lose interest and... shut it down. That's what it feels like, to me. Something's ending."

[phantommirrored]

@grmadon

"You look older. You look terrible." Maybe Shadow Link would be more mad about this whole transgression against him if he had a facet of himself capable of feeling such emotion, but...None the like here, he was pretty calm all things considered. It wouldn't last once he started adding more and more colors to his palette.

It's as he's yapping about something, the phantom realized something wasn't clicking, and the sense of familiarity between the two was unrequited. Only Shadow showing any sense of recognition.

Violet eyes peered upwards, glancing aside just as quick when he accidentally met the other's once familiar eyes. Awkward.

"Nevermind. Thought you were someone else." He had sense to not make this go on longer than it needed to. Perhaps if he was stained with pitch hues or even red hues, Shadow Link might be more apt to react with wrath or aggression, but there wasn't any logical reason to act as such.

...

Ugh, is that what he's like? There was a reason Shadow wasn't the thinker in his dynamic duo. Being self aware is such a drag.

[passionrat]

@grmadon

🐀 "You're a sharp one, aren't you? What tipped you off that I was staking this place out?" Jane didn't have any specific beef with people who walked the straight and narrow. By nature her work contributed to the good of New Eridu City, but she also worked in the shadows. She would, and always had, done shadier things to help maintain the peace.

None of which mattered in this city, but she had noticed something odd. Strange behaviour from some men who had been hiding in the house across the street from where she was loitering. Unfortunately, this man had called her on what she was doing. Whether it was out of concern or caution she wasn't sure.

"I'm not up to anything, if that's what you're thinking! Do I have the kind of face that looks like it would lie~?" It wasn't worth telling him until she knew what he wanted. Jane didn't want him ratting her out... so to speak.

[grandlance]

He's rather certain he's seen outfits like this worn by other servants in Chaldea, but ... this person didn't have the same aura that he would expect of a servant. Not to say that there wasn't something about the young man before him ... but it was different. A different sort of power and burden from the cosmos- Quirinus couldn't help but wonder if his current self would be able to withstand whatever light it was that he'd seen before.

He'd hope so. His pride told him that even if he couldn't, he'd at least pretend he could. How human of him!

❝ That light of yours ... ❞

Green, like the blooming earth. Different from his own golden light ⎛ dulled, hidden beneath black sleeves and gloves- One day, it would return. It was not something that anyone had said out loud, but a feeling he had. He would not feel like this forever; or maybe he would learn to enjoy it. The human part of him, the one that was once the boy who ran with wolves, has started to settle into this new routine... ⎠

❝ I have seen many people with many different abilities, but that one is rather unique! ❞

❝ I cannot be the only person to notice, though. It holds the color of new life, like springtime. May I ask where you learned it? ❞

❲ @grmadon ❳

[manifcst]

@grmadon

JEDEDIAH DOESN'T STRICTLY NEED TO EAT, or at least within the museum he didn't. The benefits of being plastic, he figures ( one item on a very, very small list ). Heck if he knows if that's changed here, but he's not taking any chances - enough has changed already to the point that he can't be sure - and anyway even back home he could eat if he felt so inclined. It's not like there's any harm in it.

All that to say he's going to take the chance to grab food when he's able. For the novelty, if nothing else. There are a whole slew of places to eat around here, a trait it shares with New York ( this is therefore a concept he is fully prepared to navigate ). He's perfectly adjusted to scaling up chairs, loitering under tables, breaking into kitchens. You know, the works.

But he's also damn good with a lasso. It's his tactic of choice today, perched right on a windowsill, positioned near enough to one of the tables at the cafe. He waits right up until somebody sits themselves down with a plate, tosses the rope over to loop a piece, and yanks it back to examine it critically, nudging it with the toe of his boot.

"What in the heck is this?" The tone carries a lot of judgment, coming from a guy who's had food maybe five times in his entire life ( and on four out of five of those occasions it was popcorn ). "You seriously eat this crap?"

[feistyvampire]

Edgar had been dangling from a low tree branch, but he let himself drop mostly gracefully back onto solid ground, ears perked in the direction of the voice. By the tone, company isn't what was expected all this way out here, but he could say the same- sometimes it was just nice to get away from the loud bustle of the city when you had sensitive hearing, as was the case for Edgar.

"I actually didn't realize someone else was around." Is what he admits, carefully treading over patches of snow, but he stops where a little distance is left between them.

"You sure? You don't look like you're doing too good and I don't think this is the safest place to leave someone alone at this hour."

{ ✧ Edgar | @feistyvampire }

"If someone's trying to sneak up on me, you're not doing a very great job at it."

Needing some time to decompress and do some form of breathing exercise away from the general public was something Lloyd found himself doing quite often. Especially when there were so many questions on his mind - especially when they plagued him so heavily. It's no surprise that he finds himself deep in the forests late at night. Not like he could sleep, anyways.

Lloyd keeps his eyes closed, taking a deep breath through his nose, trying to remain calm.

"...But, if you're just trying to get by, ignore me. Forget I ever said that."

[uwps001]

Constantine was in his own world when someone approached the man. A book on a table and Constantine flipping through the pages. He looks to the one that now stands by.

He contemplates for a minute before motioning with his hand for the other to go ahead and take that seat, "do whatever you want," he says simply. As long as the other wasn't asking too much question Constantine felt that it should be fine.

{ ✧ @uwps001 || CONSTATINE }

It was both a blessing a curse that it took a lot to tire out Lloyd. A blessing because the man was able to wander the streets of Spirale and answer the many questions riddling his brain as he goes through the city...and a curse because he couldn't quite tell when he needed a break until he stopped in his tracks for just a brief moment. He feels an ache in the back of his legs, signaling to his brain that at least for a little bit, he needed to sit down and take a breather.

... Unfortunately for him, it seemed that every single spot he wanted to sit at was occupied by groups of people. Just his luck, right?

Luckily, there was one seat available. It's just... It happened to be next to a stranger, and he wasn't sure how they'd feel about some random person coming up to them to take a seat next to him. Taking in a deep breath, Lloyd musters on the best smile he can give in the moment, approaching the man. "Luckily, there was one seat available. It's just... It happened to be next to a stranger, and he wasn't sure how they'd feel about some random person coming up to them to take a seat next to him. Taking in a deep breath, Lloyd musters on the best smile he can give in the moment, approaching the man.

"Hey, sorry for disturbing you, but... are you waiting for someone, or anything?"

"Would you mind it if I took that seat next to you?"