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[ngdays]

Sundown, Archimedes. It felt like he'd both just been here yesterday and all of five years ago — like his feet should know where to go, but they kept getting mixed up in unfamiliarity. In Akira's defense, whenever the hell he'd been here last, this museum wasn't a thing. At least, he'd never heard of it.

Ready to retire this reason for the scowl on his face, he stopped his meandering and fixed his gaze on a girl by her lonesome. She looked anything but lost, which made that one of them. Maybe she could make it two.

"Hey," he spoke up from under his hood, only lowering it when considering his general presence could come off as more threatening than he intended. Scaring her away would leave him with zero answers and enough breath wasted.

"Uh, you ever hear of a 'Tempus Museum'? I'm looking for it."

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[thrillingtremors]

@heclingmuzik // event starter call.

when the snow began to fall, and the landscape turned to blinding white, danny didn't have to think for very long to realize where the mist had led them. a pity, that he didn't have any layers beyond the thin jacket he'd been toting about the island just to have extra pockets. the cold likely wouldn't take long to eat at them both, but there was a fire inside the abandoned ski lodge nearby - it would have almost been inviting without the gleaming instruments of death sprouting from the ground sporadically that immediately cued one in that this place was not what it seemed.

'if you see anyone else besides me, just run.' this was beginning to get tiring, but danny had already realized that if he was forced to play on the other side of the field, then it was better to have someone to work with that was moderately prepared. 'i don't hear anything yet, but...' the quiet that had settled over the area despite the falling snow made him nervous, and danny was not the type of guy who did being nervous. no - there had to be someone watching them already.

[eusarca]

“IS-MAE-L!” One lovely spirit briskly closed in from across the shiny street.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN”

Sounding so indignant and concerned at the same time had to count as a skill.

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[fellstcr]

⚔️ // there  were  some  times  on  occasion  that  students  would  demonstrate  their  extracurricular  activities  and  hobbies.  not  by  force  ,  and  often  not  for  need  of  tutelage  ,  but  out  of  an  eagerness  to  share  their  gifts  with  others.  it  was  a  bit  strange  at  first  ,  byleth  had  thought  ,  for  any  of  the  students  at  garreg  mach  to  want  to  show  her  their  hobbies  and  passions.  at  the  time  she  had  largely  considered  herself  strictly  a  teacher  of  the  combat  arts.  but  hearing  the  sweet  ,  light  notes  of  a  violin  playing  in  the  distance  reminded  her  fondly  of  the  memories  she  had  made  simply  by  allowing  her  students  to  share.  she  had  only  to  listen  to  them  ,  and  now  she  found  herself  doing  much  the  same.

          she  had  followed  the  sound  to  the  roots  of  the  gargantuan  tree  she  had  observed  from  her  bedroom  hours  before.  although  it  seemed  plenty  others  had  a  similar  idea  ,  and  maybe  eventually  went  on  with  their  days,  beneath  the  tree  byleth  remained  and  there  she  would  stay  even  when  the  last  notes  finally  faded.

“you  play  beautifully,”  she  piped  up, “i  wish  i  could  give  you  gold  pieces  ,  but . . .  i  don’t  think  those  came  with  me.”

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[princevirtue]

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♚ : she’d continued on her trek to explore this island from top to bottom, and to spare no attention to detail along the way. this cotes ward had been different once, that miko remembers, but it’s so faint in her memories these days that it is easier to pretend she’s unable to recall it at all. the mind seems to work differently upon repeat visits here, she suspects, but that’s a line of thought to pursue another day.

for today, her focus is the little village on the south side of cotes. there are supposed to be creatures akin to fairies that dwell here, and she’s wondered for a time if they’ve any connection to gensokyo. the chance is slim to none, but she simply cannot pass up the opportunity. as she approaches, there is a sound on the wind - clear as a bell, and ever-rising and dipping evenly in pitch; someone is singing. miko doesn’t recognize the tune, but then again, she doesn’t recognize a lot of things from the modern era. it’s a pretty sound nonetheless, and pleasing to her over-sensitive ears.

on the final leg of her journey, she spots them: a young woman, encircled by a loosely gathered group of pixies. they do somewhat resemble fairies, a fact duly noted for later. they also appear to be entranced by the song being offered. miko does her due duty and stands quietly, observing. at the end, she offers a few claps of subdued applause. certainly this is someone with enough talent to truly perform upon a stage, that much she can garner.

‘that is quite the voice you have, miss. i wonder if the rest of the audience liked it?’ she’s surprised at her own uncertainty in reading the emotions of the pixies, but it must come with the strange territory of being cut off from her own powers.

‘my apologies if i interrupted an important transaction, of course. i have been told i’ve not the finest sense when it comes to timing.’ she doesn’t know what these creatures trade for their supposed wares, but song makes as much sense as anything.

[byabhainn]

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      ✛ ❝ Oh, it’s just something I found and tried to spruce up so I could keep practicing, ❞ the brunette now says, giving her violin a short glance before closing the lid on her case for it.

      ❝ I’d really like to buy a new one honestly, but... Well, I can’t right now, ❞

      ❝ --Anyways! You play, too? ❞

[veternosamente]

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     – [ ♠ ] ; ❝ … Where did all these old preschool pc games come from? ❞ the blonde idly wonders out loud, holding a familiar game from her childhood within her hands. While she hadn’t expected to browse a thrift store on this particular day, she simply couldn’t resist walking inside and taking a look when she walked by it a while prior to this moment.

     ❝ I mean, I’m going to buy this regardless… But still, ❞

[feralcutting]

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             “  ーwhat?! you wanna fight?!  ” he barked at a stranger aside, upending a trash can and littering its contents onto the pavement, “  i saw it firstー get your own!  ”

       what the hell were they giving him that look for? these things were a reliable source of food. it wasn’t his fault they were too stupid to figure that out.

[ngdays]

"Yeah? Rough place, I guess." It brought to mind the objects that always managed to appear out of nowhere during his rumor investigations back home, but sounded like that amplified.

"So what does that mean for me?" he asked, a thread of suspicion in his tone and narrowed eyes. She was leading him to a place she was terrified of, which had to mean... something. He had a couple of guesses. "You think I should just see it for myself, or you think I won't even get the chance?"

"Oh...Uhm," Her goal was to work on all of these fears and traumas. It was why she decided to attend therapy and see if she could find the help. The more she talk about it, the easier it would become...Right?

At least that was what was told to her.

"I like to stay away from the stories that surfaces around, but when I was last there, a lot of the stuff came to life." She can feel the hair on her skin stand on end. "Not all of them were bad, but there were some bad ones."

[ngdays]

Yeah, she really didn't like the place. He was pretty lucky to have run into someone with firsthand experience, but she wasn't. He started to follow, hands in his pockets, wondering what he should do about it. As little consideration as he had for strangers, he didn't look to intentionally make it worse for them.

"Akira Kijima," he replied when she offered her name. "Sorry to be asking all this. You don't have to tell me whatever happened with you, but if you've heard anything else, it'd be helpful. Like what's happened to other people recently, or if there's anyone else already looking into it..."

"'Cause I mean, if I have a chance of finding a few people I know here, they'd definitely be doing that." That was his primary motive.

"It's the last place i'd choose to be." She keeps it vague, but the tone does suggest that she really doesn't like the place. Clearing her throat, she shrugs. "Yeah, but..." If she was honest, things probably weren't AS bad as it had been at the beginning when the museum was first introduced. MAYBE there isn't evil monsters or paintings or such terrorizing people.

"Anyway, it's this way." She gestures as she begins to lead him in the direction. "I've only been there one time and that was enough for me. I'm Ismael, by the way. Ismael Onai."

[ngdays]

She was reluctant. He couldn't immediately tell whether it was because of him or because of the destination, but he was leaning toward the latter.

"You don't like the place?" he probed. She knew where it was, so she had to be familiar with it. That meant she might be familiar with the rumors he was looking into. "I heard there's supposed to be something supernatural going on at night. You believe that?"

As much as it wasn't his business how she felt about the place, that particular reason would be relevant to why Akira wanted to see it.

Groceries—check.

School work—Check

Ismael mentally goes through the list of things needed to be done this week and happily she’s completed them all. That meant she had all the time this weekend to do whatever she wanted to do and that meant shopping for some new house supplies for herself and Sal. Archimedes has some nice things and so she chose this ward to shop for some things.

When her attention is grabbed by someone going 'Hey’, she’s on guard. It’s a good thing he lowered his hood. She has a better view of his face and her guard, while not fully dropped is a little more laxed.

“Why….are you looking for the Tempus Museum?” She didn’t like going there. Too much memories, but it was a nice place to be with all the sculptures, arts, pieces, etc. She can respect that.

“It’s not far from where we are actually. Uhm,” Leading him the way is the last thing she wants to do, but wouldn’t that be the right thing to do? She could just hand gesture the direction, but what if he still got lot?

“Here. I can show you the way?”

You won’t have to go inside. Show him the building and be on your way.

That’s the plan.