#grymfared

[metamorphetic]

"If you step on her, I'm gonna kick you in the balls!"

It's spoken completely glibly: it would seem far too many people here do not have an understanding of, or appreciation for, Skorupi -- clearly, bug-type Pokemon (or anything similar) must be rare. Would you really step on something so small and innocent and cute? What kind of monster do you have to be!

"She's just a big baby."

Her arms, wrapped in her fuzzy jacket, scoop the large Pokemon right off the ground: 26 lbs is a couple of grapes to her, an absolute non-weight. She sighs, cradling Skorupi like a mother would their child (...that's pretty much what the bug is, after all), head tilted to the side.

"You wouldn't step on one of those kittythings with the tv heads, right? She's just as cute as them!"

@grymfared do not the bug

[learnspells]

@grymfared

ʚїɞ - Fern had been forced to reckon with some preconceived notions about dragons at the start of this bout. From what she knew, Spirale didn't have things like dragons natively. The Glitched didn't appear to have any monsters among their ranks aside from the few species that lurked in Cotes, too. So the fact that there was a dragon in her midst meant it came from another world, right?

They were already over a week in, and it had become clear how the mechanics worked. The crimson mist she'd encountered was one of the "modifiers". The problem was that she was at the point that her power was waning from overuse.

"Can you communicate with me? You're not... about to hurt me, are you?" Dragons were terrifying monsters in the world she came from. She had to make sure.

[kleinstar]

@grymfared

Sat down at Saviour's Respite for some sketching Eiden's entirely unprepared for what he's about to witness - if the dragon wasn't surprise enough, transformation into human (?) has his pen slips on the paper. He doesn't really know how long he's been there, it's been a while he lifted his nose from the sketchbook.

Their eyes meet.

" Ohhh? Uh.... Hi? "

[wingherc]

@grymfared

｢𓆄｣ Hawks was cautious about the overuse of his wings. As much as he hated being on the ground, it sure beat the alternative of getting up somewhere really high, and being unable to get back down. He'd received a warning from a patrolmate of his that the overuse of his quirk would find it weaken and weaken.

And while the latent effects like hearing through feathers didn't matter too much, the total control of his wings and feathers weren't something they could afford to lose this early.

Fortunately, he's at least a decently skilled swordsman, and without a second thought, as he drove his sword through one of the glitched NPCs, he ended up backing up into someone he hadn't seen in quite awhile!

But, now was not the time for nostalgic heartwarming reunions.

"Well, if this isn't great timing. How's about a team up, big guy? I'll be honest, I function better as support any day."

[anghexescu]

@grymfared

Klaus is locked in as he's training in the deep parts of the Mistwood. Anyone else probably would choose another place as training grounds, but for Klaus, this was a relatively perfect spot. he wasn't too worried for two reasons. One, he could handle himself in any situation, and two, the blue flames that circled him were there to keep him safe thanks to a certain Gumiho.

She always had his back.

And speaking of back, the moment there's another presence, the balls of blue flames protectively surround Klaus. This halts Klaus in his training and with his sword in hand, he looks to the stranger.

"...I would advise from getting too close. They don't feel hot, but they burn hotter than anything I've ever touched."

[amorinie]

They could not be sure how long it was that they'd stopped to watch him-- heart filled eyes filled with wonder at every step the dragon took took, at every grand movement he made with his wings. Their own were also present at their back; folded for now as they stood atop a tree, as if waiting for the right moment to say something.. anything, really.

...

Would he be displeased with the desire that had taken over them the moment he came into view..? Well, there was only one way to find out..

"Excuse me.."

They descended from their perch, gently; taking no time at all for bare feet to rest upon the grass below them. They craned their neck back to take him in, tilting their head ever so slightly.

".. it's been quite some time since I've had company in the sky.. if you have nowhere else to be, would you care to join me?"

  –  ( ♡*; @grymfared )

[hierichc]

@grymfared

Today, (March 17th)

I tried my first meal from the refrigerator. It was cold. I'm sure Ignis would love to hear about this. She may even find comfort slee...

Prometheus writing in his journal stops and he closes his book. Hmm, he'll have to revisit this later. It wasn't a big deal.

"It is a lovely day, isn't it?" Golden eyes meet the orange-red skies. With the sun setting, it gave the skies such a beautiful golden hue!

[aurelsabre]

starter - @grymfared

Meeting new people after being got here for a long time isn't so bad as long as humans aren't as annoying as last time she was here. Narberal was here to investigate a little hence wished she can sense magic but not sure if she can. Doesn't matter.

"Pardon me, are you also a magic caster?" Curiosity abound the adventurer. Had to stop strolling for a while.

[fatedcontract]

He clicks his tongue at the next tome that tells him nothing. Less than nothing, really, given it not being in any script he's seen before. Putting it back, he turns to someone who seems to be waiting for the bookshelf he was in front of.

Looking...Far more akin to a fairy tale - similarly to the ambience of the library. Maybe someone with good intel.

"Sorry," he offers.

"Are you familiar with these texts?"

@grymfared

[hcrpyiia]

@grymfared

It's rather interesting how she only started embroidering for one specific person, but it has gradually become a newfound hobby of her's. Yumine has been at this work for what seemed like hours. Had she taken a break yet? Probably not, but while she worked her piece, she's listening to something on her phone. A kind of music that could put anyone's mind at ease and she hums along the song being played.

[isolaradiale]

hi so i DIDNT need that reserve because why would i, here is malchior of nol from teen titans (2003) his app is under /app or the "legends" tab!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale,Big Boy Season Malchior!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 317!

You’ll retain your ability to Shapeshift up to five times per day.

You'll also be given this diary.

– ⋆ diadem.

[cityburns]

@grymfared drew THE FIVE OF SWORDS defeat and betrayal, conflict and unhealthy competition

Silverhand died a goddamn legend. That will always be true, and nothing could change that, because it knew ( very well, in fact ) that nothing but death would stop it-- and even then, here it was, in the ( mostly ) flesh. Johnny was not only going to help V find a cure, but he was going to get them the hell out of here. Even if that meant he would die. And yet, that unwavering bravery is taking its toll on him. He's not in V's head anymore, if the evidence surrounding them is true. He has no access to his own gun, no access to Rogue, and barely anybody on this entire island knows what the hell Arasaka is. It's safe to say, they're sort of doomed here.

It was the Voodoo Boys. Or maybe Militech. Fuck, he's not even opposed to the idea that Alt resented him so goddamn much for plugging her out of her body in haste that she could've been the one responsible for this place, this bootlegged Mikoshi. He just wants someone to pin the blame on, someone to go after once the main problems are fixed, because right now smashing empty bottles against pavement isn't really helping. Making music used to help, but he's fresh out of ideas ( and it'll never be the same without Kerry ).

Pieces of broken glass smash and skitter. He reaches for another bottle, and notices feet in the way of his trajectory. Silverhand doesn't even spare a glance, just waves the bottle above his head as warning and throws it as hard as he can. The glass reflects the sunlight above, and he doesn't even lift his head to reach for the next bottle. He'll have to go on another binge to get some more empty bottles later...

[apostatize]

@grymfared | starter call

"DAMN, THEY SURE DO MAKE 'EM BIG around here, don't they?" It's lighthearted enough, but the glint in his dark eyes is anything but. Honestly the more time he spends walking around this place, the more he comes to realize there are things he couldn't possibly begin to understand out in the universe. How did that one quote go? 'More things in heaven and earth' or something like that? "Well, might as well put it to good use right pal?"

He gestures at a bookshelf above what he can reach- without jumping, at least, and he's pretty sure it would be frowned upon to clamber up on the library shelves.

"Would you mind handing me that manuscript there? The one with the stiff-looking binding?"

[guidingstarmira]

Moving to the location of the soul that had been tugging on her senses like crazy, had been easy. There were always ones that tugged harder, needed some form of help, and even if she knew that she might not be the right one to do so, that never stopped her from trying, from being in the area.

Yet, when the feeling was coming from a tome, not a body, she begins to wonder if something is amiss. Something the Stars who run the city may just be doing, for reasons unknown. So, as she skimmed it, she was not expecting a voice to come from it at all.

One hand upon the spin of the tome, the other moves to hold still across the pages she was just skimming to try and make sense of the tome. Had the Stars trapped someone in a book? It very much felt like a soul to her.

"A story?" Mira murmurs out, before moving her hand on the pages away, "If it is a story that you wish to share, then you may, but please, only share it if you wish to do so."

@guidingstarmira ⎛ sc. , tales from the kingdom of nol ⎠

it's miserable being trapped with his memories- unable to truly see the world; passing through the hands of others. some had talked to him, some had simply read the story that was already written. and few of them seemed to have any interest in actually figuring out what was really going on with the strange book written in a strange text that somehow anyone could read- and with that, he'd started to wonder if he'd ever see the world again.

days had passed. maybe months. maybe years, before he felt the hands of another upon the grimoire. this person ... this one had potential. perhaps for the arcane, for understanding, and for a chance at freedom.

although, who in their right mind would set a dragon free when he was surrounded by memories of a past that was stolen from him. a person so precious dead because no one understood. they came with their swords and axes and spears. with their inferior mages, and they still ...

undoubtedly, i was happy there, rorek had written, but i could never shake the feeling of dread that one day someone would come to tear all of this away.

「 ah, my fair maiden, 」 comes the charming voice from the tome, 「 may i interest you in a story? 」

[cyandelightz]

The terrible clone twins are moving with a hurry across the streets. It's not so much a sprint so much as it is a step above a jog - a light run, broken up easily by pauses to stop and check their surroundings, looking for something.

The fully green one stops and points at the corner of a building, slightly into an alley. "Paint." "Or a paint can." "Looks sealed to me." "Alright, let's see…"

The one with more - or rather three - colors to him goes to pick up the thing, getting his base cyan onto the handle of it, and onto the handle of his sword as he takes the sword's blade to use it the same way you'd wedge the head of a screwdriver into a can like this… well, to open it. The green one crouches down to watch the lid come off.

As the can comes open, the two find themselves looking into a well of vibrant blue-purple, almost eye-watering in its intensity.

"What's that one gonna do?" "No idea." As it turns out, color symbolism and color theory isn't their strong suit - neither of them. They'd have no clue what a specific color would actually do.

The green one, though, gets an idea, turning back out toward the street. "Pour some on that passerby and see what happens?" "It might be easier to get a reading if we get someone to dip their hand in willingly and tell us what the result is." "If you say so. Personally, I think it'd be funny." "True, it would be funny…"

@grymfared (liked for a starter)

[pavlovianpoet]

@grymfared

Back to her usual stomping grounds. The walls of books was a comforting sight, a brief reprieve of all the adjusting and catching up she had to do. "Um, Excuse me," Meekly approaching the much taller man, Yuri points at a book on the shelf above. Just barely out of the girl's reach. "Could you please, grab that book for me?"