#EVENT: LUCIAN SS FESTIVAL *

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i need this cute and so do you // @zodiac--muses. // aryin & gwen.

aryin was nothing if not intuitive when it came to other people. sometimes, yes, sometimes he found himself ... unaware of how to respond to it, but he always NOTICES. and maybe that's why he's always so sad and yet does his damnedest to hide it from those who find themselves caring about him, because they deserve a little sunshine in their life.

vivian would have something to say about that. smoker wouldn't like it. grey... well, he knows what dad would say.

"I'm sure they are, but how could they ever compare to you?" for most, it would sound like a cheesy pick up line, but aryin has always been the sort of person to speak his mind. and this is no different. "I'll walk with you, but I can't guarantee keeping my eyes off of you, my galaxy."

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"Helping people is a passion of mine. Maybe a bit of an obsession, too." he manages to jest slightly, perpetually molten gold eyes softening into something a mite kinder than what danger lurked in them. "But, it's good work. Work that makes people happy. And it keeps the world turning."

but he does blink in surprise.

he had no idea that scrooge mcduck was actually an adventurer himself. it ignited something of a flair in his chest, an old... giddiness, of listening to stories when he was younger. it was familiar, a feeling like sitting in front of his brother and listening as he talks about the 'first war of light and darkness'.

"That's very impressive, sir. I don't believe I could have done that myself, so I have to commend you on your ability to stick through things that surely must have happened. I've only heard that you're one of the richest people in known existence." a slight nod, as if to confirm his own words, "As well as you're a very frightening and frighteningly good teacher. A knack for being expensive, but well worth the money. I don't know if you yourself do that, though. That's only wat I've heard."

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He’s    listening.    Little    nods    of    the    head    and    ’ mhm ‘ s    sounding to    prove    his    attention.    He    appeared    to    be    interested. Any     hesitance     from     earlier     taken     over     by     a     more friendly     smile.     That     is     not     to     say     he     had     let     his guard     down.     But     if     Luka     will     play     nice     ,     so     will     he. ♔      —      ❛      That     so     ?     Well     good     fer     you. Ah     respect     yer     commitment     to     th’     profession. As     fer     me     ,     ah'm     an     adventurer     ,     treasure     hunter ,     an’     a     professional     en     all     things     wealth. Richest     duck     en     th’     world     would     be     my     official title     if     ah     had     t’     be     stuck     wi’     one. Aye    ,    started    climbin’    my    way    to    th’    top    after    leavin’ Scotland    at    jus’    thirteen.     ❜ Is     he     boasting     ?     Absolutely. But     after     a     life     of     blood     ,     sweat     and     tears to     make     it     to     the     top     ──     he     felt     he     deserved every     right     to     wear     that     crown     with     pride.

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sure is a meme? // @zodiac--muses. // gwen & aryin.

it's a bit of a surprise that crosses the ex prince's features at the offer of going to dance. and, perhaps, it wasn't the offer that made him sad, rather than thinking of all the times that he had tried to enjoy a ball like this, only to realize that he, perhaps, just... maybe he wasn't... meant... for this sort of life. the parties, the excitement, the vibrancy.

it made him believe that his story would end in the same tragedy that haunted him all his life. it made him believe, truly, that, things that were golden and glittering were not made for him.

he's a dragon, and in stories, dragons are evil, are monsters, end up dead.

"I'm sorry, my love, I... I'm not feeling up to dancing."

he felt like a horrible person for not being able to keep up his normal presentation, but as far as he was concerned, he was terribly out of place. someone who felt like that they were... an outsider looking in. and, in a way, both of them were. they did not belong in this scene anymore.

but his eyes trail over to his brother, easily conversing, easily living in the moment, easily going through person to person and complimenting them, laughing with them, indulging their stories... as if charm and wit were a part of his daily routine. maybe it is, for him. "Could we just sit outside for a bit? I want to enjoy the calmness while we can."

he wants good memories, not sad moments.

[stellarhistoria]

like for a lucian summer sunset ball thread! reminder, the muses attending are: luka highwind, aryin ashland, cloud strife, and kalen izunia.

[stellarhistoria]

LSSF INTERACTION / / gwen & kalen. / / @zodiac--muses.

"Good, I'm glad! This place is quite lovely," even after all these years, the Citadel still has sights to DIE FOR. ( and some still do ─── die just to see this place, that is. )

"Myself?" he tilts his head and adjusts his pinstripe hat slightly, offering a calm smile in retort as he responds verbally. "Oh, you know. I'm old enough to remember when this place was quite different. It's pleasant, to see it again, even if it's not truly mine."

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LSSF SENTENCE STARTERS. / / @zodiac--muses. / / gwen&aryin.

"Mmm, you know I'm not... a dancer anymore, yeah?" the light smile is more playful than anything else, styled and left down hair a natural part of the ensemble for the night. for some reason, his delight in being invisible in such a lovely crowd feels misplaced... and yet, as soon as he found himself in this situation, staring at her, her outfit and her sheepish smile of finally being able to be close enough that the rest of the world doesn't exist...

ADORING does not cover the look he's giving her as he takes one of her hands.

"If you will it, the stars will be yours." ever the poet aryin is.

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LSSF SENTENCE STARTER. / / @madeimpact. / / cloud&sora.

there's a moment of registering the words, and then, after a few moments, a slight smile crosses his features that most who know him UNDERSTAND that he's having a bit of a playful moment. somewhere between a faint smirk of amusement and a big grin of mischief, that's where the expression rests. "I bet 300 gil that you get the chocobos to startle before you can try." he teases through mild entertainment and mirth in his voice.

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"It's been a looooong time since I got this close to these damn gates." the once revered, once beloathed immortal prisoner of the gods says as he lays down on the grass, hands behind his head and hat tilted forward enough to hide his eyes.

( he's unrecognizable to nearly everyone / he's sure some, at least some would recognize him / and then it would be a game of bluffs ) alas he finds himself perking up a little bit. "It's a beautiful day out. Or maybe night. Been tanning." he jests.

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"Certainly. If I ever make you uncomfortable to that degree, then by all means, I believe I would far more than deserve that treatment." despite how his voice barely fluctuates, almost to a point of DRYNESS, he does manage to offer a quiet smile.

he was being truthful, at least. if he managed to trip the sensors of a bodyguard in this event, then truly he would deserve what came to him. at the end of the day, he was trying to enjoy himself like everyone else.

"Hmm... it's been a long time... since I was about twenty... so nearly twenty years, two years spare? At least, that's when I was with my own practice." he hums, thinking for a moment. "Before that, I was in training for being a field medic, but ah, certain circumstances prevented me from joining the knights. Was likely for the best. I hear the knights are terrible at organization and record keeping- I would have gone insane. I'd be terrible at wizardry, though..."

he's wondering aloud at this point, but he manages to catch himself before he goes on further. "Ah, apologies... what do you do for a living, sir?"

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♔      —      ❛     Aye    well    ,    if    y’    try    anythin’    ── ah    have    no    problem    lettin’    him    take    care    o’    you.     ❜ He    rose    his    cane    and    gestured    towards    PK    ,    who stood    a    few    feet    away    with    a    questioning    look. The    hero    didn’t    look    like    much    ,    but    Scrooge    knew how    tough    that    masked    duck    could    be. Not    that    the    old    man    was    weak    or    anything.    He    prided himself    on    being    ‘ tougher    than    the    toughies ‘    and    was    often feared    for    his    blazing    temper    and    ruthlessness    back    in    the    day. He    just    didn’t    want    to    get    his    hands    dirty. Scrooge    then    took    a    deep    breath    ,    reminding    himself that    this    was    an    event    ──    and    this    fellow    might just    be    speaking    the    truth.

♔      —      ❛     Anyway. How    long    y’    been    a    doctor    ?     ❜ He    asked    ,    trying    to    steer    the    conversation    in    another direction    to    give    Luka    a    chance.

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luka had always prided himself on reading people. ( their body language non matter how SUBTLE, the way they breathed like someone was WATCHING, the way they tried to HIDE their flinches, the subtleties in which everyone start acting STRANGE when the invisible spotlights are on them. ) and this is no different of a situation, posturing lower and there is an attempt to come across as less threatening.

"... Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say at a big event like this. I apologize, I don't mean to alarm you. It's just a profession, and I only 'steal' from other pirates." that isn't to say he gives back what he stole, just that he steals from pirates specifically. "If it helps any, I am... no longer in the full time profession. I'm a full time doctor at the moment."

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it brought him no limit of anxiety to be at events like this, but thankfully, once his anxiety hit a certain level, his magic innately recognizes it as fear ( thus, he has since been able to talk to & get to know quite a few people without GUILT of bothering them ). similarly to thus, he has only managed a quiet smile at the returned handshake, chuckling at the agreement.

“Indeed you are.” there is no real need to tempt the duck with facts about a place that so few would ever wish to visit. most of those who LIVE THERE don’t wish to be there in the first place. ( best leave it be. )

“Ah, well, y'see, it’s a bit complicated.” he hums out on a single breath, maybe a breath and a half before shrugging absently. “Myself, I’m a licensed doctor. That’s what the records classify me as. At home, though, I’m a bit of a well known pirate. Nothing to brag about, though. I’m hardly on the level of Sparrow or his daughter.”

♔      —      ❛      A     pirate     .     .     .      ❜ He     echoes     ,     brows     furrowing     ──     and     he     quickly casts     a     glance     to     the     duck     he     had     brought along     as     a     bodyguard. Now     perhaps     he     shouldn’t     be     so     quick     to     assume .     .     .     but     he     was     rich.     And     pirates     liked     to steal     from     folks     like     him.     After     all     the     trouble Scrooge     had     been     through     with     thieves     in     his many     years     ──     one     would     understand     why     he’d grow     defensive.

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it brought him no limit of anxiety to be at events like this, but thankfully, once his anxiety hit a certain level, his magic innately recognizes it as fear ( thus, he has since been able to talk to & get to know quite a few people without GUILT of bothering them ). similarly to thus, he has only managed a quiet smile at the returned handshake, chuckling at the agreement.

"Indeed you are." there is no real need to tempt the duck with facts about a place that so few would ever wish to visit. most of those who LIVE THERE don't wish to be there in the first place. ( best leave it be. )

"Ah, well, y'see, it's a bit complicated." he hums out on a single breath, maybe a breath and a half before shrugging absently. "Myself, I'm a licensed doctor. That's what the records classify me as. At home, though, I'm a bit of a well known pirate. Nothing to brag about, though. I'm hardly on the level of Sparrow or his daughter."

@stellarhistoria made a deposit ! ➣ [ luka, for the lssf event if you want ]

there's a gentle bow from the well dressed pirate, deweapon'd at the door of the citadel, and for likely good reason. "Good to see you, or rather, meet you?" he manages a chuckle, extending a hand to the duck. "Luka Highwind. I've heard of you a little bit, mostly how you're quite determined. Only good things." for once, that wasn't a lie. * unprompted / / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

He    had    met    a    few    new    faces    already    here ,    since    he    was    a    very    popular    duck    ── all    this    meeting    and    greeting    was    routine whenever    he    decided    to    show    up    to    such    events. So    ,    just    as    he's    done    with    others   ── he    turns    and    tips    his    hat    to    the    one    who approached    him.    Welcoming    smile    'pon    gold-dusted    features as    he    reached    out    and    gave    that    hand    a    shake. ♔      —      ❛     Well    ,    ah'm    glad    t'    know    you've heard    good    things.    Ah    am    determined    ! Pleasure    t'    meet    you    ,    Luka    ! Tell    me    'bout    yerself.   ❜