#i had to look it up so i looked up 'carbuncle' and got a weird google definition and was deadass just gonna put an 'ask to tag' tag

[the-blossica-fan]

Personality Swap Phenomena:

Let's give a couple.

Ezra and Medicine Pocket

Mondlicht and A Knight

Eagle and Sotheby

Click and Regulus

And lastly J and Poltergeist. Have fun!

(P.S. - No, I will not get out of the kitchen! Now could you remove the rope, please?)

Every time I'm not looking at you it feels like you put water in boiling hot oil and wait for me to notice/silly

Let's start with the easy. There's no easy, let's go from the beginning.

Ezra is the well known sweet, dense, "Uhm actually" nerdy human individual of the suitcase, everyone is used to his weird timed comments about some phenomenon that somehow had to do with the conversation, not for an evil and mischievous laugh to appear when you asked him for an explanation.

His love for mushrooms is still there... For mischievous purposes. He would bite a harmless mushroom whenever he felt the need to bite. He would never chomp anyone, he's not made for that.

It's endearing and scary to see him with a face that almost screams "I'm about to have the zoomies", very puppy like, but the kind of puppy that bites anyone and will absolutely make someone fall because it got in the way.

He'd be hella sarcastic as well, not responding sweetly and filled with comprehension and curiosity, but instead with a heart piercing sarcasm that's not expected of him.

"Eh? So you don't even know which is edible? BHEAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH- wait, wait you're serious?! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

And

"Ugh, you're really that dumb? Please, my mushrooms have more brain than you and they don't even have one."

Spathodea had an urge to punch him, she was contained by Desert Flannel and then handed over to the only two people who could calm her down.

Medicine Pocket. The mischievous crazy genius of Laplace... So sweet, smiling with that row of shark teeth and offering to help as much as possible.

Positively unsettling.

They'd be dense as hell, and very curious too in a way that doesn't suit his face made for frowning and sarcasm. His interests are not reduced to one thing, and you'd expect to see them chomping on a burger like that's the world's biggest delicacy, but no

They're actually reading a book. READING. Not chomping on it or scribbling out curses and obscene words whenever they find it funny.

People are scared of them, thank you.

Mondlicht and A Knight? You have to be kidding me.

Mondlicht telling dad jokes is something nobody expected.

One day, she woke up and decided that instead of being defensive, glaring at anyone and fighting Pavia for the 888th time, she decided to tell a dad joke to Eagle, and she was left speechless.

Easy going Mondlicht. As in, she's no longer on her toes, staring at every corner looking for danger or trying to act more grown up than she actually is. She's just there taking a sip of her tea and reading the newspaper.

"So, how you bean, miss 37?" "BEAN?!"

Though she's not lazy, she's still pretty hardworking and responsible. Just in a different way now, no longer as serious and contemplating as before.

A Knight would be a really serious knight now. He'd carry his sword around, searching the suitcase for dangers hidden in the corners. He wouldn't talk much, short conversations as he's on his way.

"Sorry, I have a lot to do. Take care." Very dry words.

Saying hi to him, expecting a dad joke, just to be greeted by an invisible nod then left alone as he walks away and towards the wilderness.

Yeah he's a very serious knight now, on edge and with his walls up at all times.

Eagle and Sotheby is quite something after watching her (Sotheby's) anecdote.

Eagle forgetting about the scouts code and everything she learned just to grab a critter and hug it with so much affection??? Even the critter is surprised!

The careful, a little paranoid and logical Eagle being replaced by a more affectionate, eager and hyperactive Eagle is something no one expected. She's not making the suitcase explode, but she's certainly not keeping it tidy and clean as usual.

The critters are not used to it but Carbuncles don't care, affection is affection.

Mondlicht is not used to being dragged around by Eagle with such hyperactivity, someone help her.

As for Sotheby...

"Well done Sotheby! You finally got a good grade in common sense!"

"Uh, thanks Ms. Moissan 😓"

She's awkward and careful, no longer making dangerous potions and strange creations, but instead reading over her book over and over again to make sure everything is just as it should be.

Cristallo is sad that Sotheby is no longer jumping up and down and offering her handmade sweets, instead taking care of her carefully and not letting her have fun.

It's a break for some, peace for others and loneliness for some. Good news coming from Vertin: This week's Sharpodontry has been reduced by 40% because nothing is exploding and had to be fixed.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't stop my rock music."

"Regulus did you die?"

Regulus being strangely quiet, polite and chill is something straight out of a weird dream. She still loves rock & roll, a lot, but is not as enthusiastic as usual. She doesn't hold the same hyperactivity and high voice of a captain.

Mr. APPLe even tried to lure her with a new record but she only thanked him politely and went on her merry way.

She doesn't come out of her room a lot, neither does she sleep... Concerning, I agree.

Vertin had to walk it, grab her records and watch her eyes widen in panic as she took these towards the wheel. Only then did Regulus walk out of her room.

Click?!

"This photographer has a lot of things to do, so, out of the way!"

He's passionate about photography, as he should but also weird. He loves taking photos but this time still points it out to everyone with a big grin and confidence.

His camera hangs around his shoulders as he takes in every scene, sometimes taking selfies with the other members and watching their confused face.

Mental Bluetooth's you an image of J hiding behind Pioneer with tears in his eyes.

Poor bug muscular dude, he's stuttering, clinging to his jacket and hiding his face under his helmet. He reminds me of Freddy (1.2).

Isolde tried talking to him and he screeched and ran away as fast as humanly possible, she got so sad. J came back to comfort her with tears in his eyes, shaking in both, fear and anxiety.

Matilda also tried to talk to him and he ended up hiding behind Mercuria, who didn't even look up and continued to take a sip of coconut water.

Indeed, dealing with J is like dealing with a big baby, and unfortunately he's quite needed at the moment so he has to endure the attention.

Poltergeist wore her sheet as a jacket as she ran around with a charming smile and confidence.

"Me? Scared? Hah! Don't joke with that, how could I be scared?"

Holy water be upon ye

She'd try to launch a couple flirty comments towards friends and people would be so shocked to see her not only talking, but flirting and without a sheet covering her face.

The hell???

[mariana-oconnor]

The Copper Beeches pt 1

Like I said last time, this was one of my favourites as a child, so I assume that I'm going to remember what's going on pretty quickly. But then again, maybe not.

"To the man who loves art for its own sake, [...] it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived. It is pleasant to me to observe, Watson, that you have so far grasped this truth that in these little records of our cases which you have been good enough to draw up..."

Starting out with a compliment from Holmes to Watson here. Also not an arrogant one, as he follows this up by stressing that he feels Watson embellishes, although it is unclear whether he thinks Watson is embellishing the stories themselves or Holmes' abilities. So maybe not. Also, I like the fact being raised again the Holmes seems to prefer the weird little mysteries of life than the grand mysteries.

"you have erred perhaps in attempting to put colour and life into each of your statements instead of confining yourself to the task of placing upon record that severe reasoning from cause to effect which is really the only notable feature about the thing."

How dare you try to make the stories interesting with your Romantic descriptions of storms and your acerbic descriptions of people, Watson? How dare! It should only be a dry, factual account with no editorialising!

Lol.

"It seems to me that I have done you full justice in the matter," I remarked with some coldness, for I was repelled by the egotism which I had more than once observed to be a strong factor in my friend's singular character.

Oooooh... I'm not sure where Watson's coming from here, as I don't think Holmes has said anything particularly egotistical here. Maybe the bit about Watson choosing the cases that best show off his method? But even that doesn't strike me as particularly egotistical. He doesn't say 'you choose the ones that make me look best'. Perhaps I'm just not understanding the nuances of the Victorian language.

"You have degraded what should have been a course of lectures into a series of tales."

Holmes does not understand what the people want. I feel like maybe I can hear a bit of ACD in this part being irritated at the fact that his silly little detective stories are so popular. Although I believe this is quite early in the publication order, so maybe I'm just reading into it based on what I know of him later on.

Holmes clearly started out with a compliment, though, and then the conversation got away from him.

Sherlock Holmes had been silent all the morning, dipping continuously into the advertisement columns of a succession of papers until at last, having apparently given up his search, he had emerged in no very sweet temper to lecture me upon my literary shortcomings.

I guess Watson didn't see any of it as a compliment. Also - Holmes is reading the paper! Clearly for a specific purpose, but still.

"Pshaw, my dear fellow, what do the public, the great unobservant public, who could hardly tell a weaver by his tooth or a compositor by his left thumb, care about the finer shades of analysis and deduction!"

But you were just saying Watson should have written purely about the method... I guess your argument must be that he's writing for the wrong audience and he really should be writing scientific case studies about your methodology. Boredom does not make Holmes very generous towards the general public it seems.

"But, indeed, if you are trivial. I cannot blame you, for the days of the great cases are past. Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all enterprise and originality."

This is such a melodramatic Holmes. I am here for it. "Watson! The criminals are all boring, Watson. There's nothing interesting left in the world, Watson! It's all downhill from here. I will never be entertained again!"

"It may turn out to be of more interest than you think. You remember that the affair of the blue carbuncle, which appeared to be a mere whim at first, developed into a serious investigation. It may be so in this case, also."

A serious investigation...

I mean, also yes, because they freed an innocent man, but still, it amuses me to see that referred to as a serious investigation.

And I can't resist an opportunity for goose giffery.

She was plainly but neatly dressed, with a bright, quick face, freckled like a plover's egg, and with the brisk manner of a woman who has had her own way to make in the world.

Violet Hunter is awesome and I'm really glad Watson wasn't particularly rude in his description of her.

"'That will do,' said he; 'I could not ask for anything better. Capital! capital!' He seemed quite enthusiastic and rubbed his hands together in the most genial fashion. He was such a comfortable-looking man that it was quite a pleasure to look at him.

OK, no. You haven't even said anything yet. This is creepy. Not comfortable, creepy. There are so many creepy men in these stories, I swear.

"'And what salary do you ask?' "'I had 4 pounds a month in my last place with Colonel Spence Munro.' "'Oh, tut, tut! sweating—rank sweating!' he cried, throwing his fat hands out into the air like a man who is in a boiling passion. 'How could anyone offer so pitiful a sum to a lady with such attractions and accomplishments?'"

That's ~£400 a month in modern money, so roughly £4800 a year.

But again, she has barely spoken in this conversation. What does he know of her accomplishments? I mean, he might have read her CV. But the fact he starts with 'attractions'. Methinks the man is not looking for a governess. Creepiness escalates.

"'This is all quite beside the question. The point is, have you or have you not the bearing and deportment of a lady?"

I mean, I know 1800s misogyny, but surely if you're hiring a governess you want them to... teach things. Not just how to stand up straight and walk with your shoulders back? I know deportment can also relate to manners and behaviour, but I cannot stress enough that pretty much all she did was walk into the room and he said 'that one'.

Not going to quibble with Miss Hunter about taking the job. More than double the income of her last job. And it's coming to her through the agency, so has at least the appearance of respectability about it. But she does have the good sense to think it seems too good to be true.

"'It is also my custom,' said he, smiling in the most pleasant fashion until his eyes were just two little shining slits amid the white creases of his face, 'to advance to my young ladies half their salary beforehand, so that they may meet any little expenses of their journey and their wardrobe.'"

This also makes me uncomfortable. And I can't tell how much of that is intentional and how much is coming from my 21st century brain seeing the paternalistic, possessiveness of 'my young ladies' and 'any little expenses'. I've got to assume that at the time there would at least have been a little discomfort from the condescension he seems to be showing here. But the attitude might have been so common that it might not have made any sort of impression.

I had a coworker once who used to refer to me by putting 'little' before my name. It meant I never liked or trusted him at all. I might have been the youngest person in that office and I might not be the tallest person in the world, but it was patronising and awkward and I never forgot it.

"As I was already in debt to my tradesmen, the advance was a great convenience, and yet there was something unnatural about the whole transaction which made me wish to know a little more before I quite committed myself."

I knew I remembered liking her.

"'One child—one dear little romper just six years old. Oh, if you could see him killing cockroaches with a slipper! Smack! smack! smack! Three gone before you could wink!'"

Uh... uhm... I...

"I was a little startled at the nature of the child's amusement, but the father's laughter made me think that perhaps he was joking."

Yeah, you and me both. The startlement, not the joking part. I think he's probably serious about that. (I do not remember the child in this story, although I remembered she was a governess...)

I think maybe you just want to think he's joking because you need money and £50 up front is an amazing deal.

"Your duty would be, as I am sure your good sense would suggest, to obey any little commands my wife might give, provided always that they were such commands as a lady might with propriety obey."

My 21st century brain says 'oh, this is a sex thing', even though I know it absolutely won't be. But still... this sounds like a sex thing, right? Like he and his wife are into governess kink stuff. It's like one of those ads that used to be on craigs list.

"In dress now, for example. We are faddy people, you know—faddy but kind-hearted. If you were asked to wear any dress which we might give you, you would not object to our little whim."

Ah, now I remember! Not everything, but I definitely remember the dress.

Still seems like a sex thing at this point, ngl. Which, no kink shaming, but you have to actually inform the person of what they're taking part in. That's called consent. It's important. You can write that down if you want.

"'Or to cut your hair quite short before you come to us?' "I could hardly believe my ears. As you may observe, Mr Holmes, my hair is somewhat luxuriant, and of a rather peculiar tint of chestnut. It has been considered artistic. I could not dream of sacrificing it in this offhand fashion."

Ah, echoes of the Red Headed League. Clearly she has to look a very specific way for whatever purposes he has for her.

"It is a little fancy of my wife's, and ladies' fancies, you know, madam, ladies' fancies must be consulted."

Ugh, this guy. I swear. He's like paternalism personified. Icky vibes all over him.

"'Do you desire your name to be kept upon the books?' she asked. "'If you please, Miss Stoper.' "'Well, really, it seems rather useless, since you refuse the most excellent offers in this fashion,' said she sharply. 'You can hardly expect us to exert ourselves to find another such opening for you."

Fuck this lady. She clearly has no concept of 'duty of care' and is driven entirely by capitalism. She just watched this weird little meet-ugly. And she's like 'well, if you don't take that job, I guess we won't be looking for anything else for you. So maybe you should just set aside your insistence on bodily autonomy and go with the creepy guy who seems to have a governess fetish and no understanding of informed consent.' Hello financial blackmail.

"Well, Mr Holmes, when I got back to my lodgings and found little enough in the cupboard, and two or three bills upon the table. I began to ask myself whether I had not done a very foolish thing."

I am very upset for her right now. I didn't understand her situation this much as a child. I got that she needed money and there needed to be a story, but I didn't get how dire Violet Hunter's position actually was. She has next to no money left and her place of employment has pretty much said that they won't give her any more work. No wonder she talks herself into doing it. I cannot blame her at all. Capitalism sucks and she needs to survive.

"'Dear Miss Hunter:—"Miss Stoper has very kindly given me your address, and I write from here to ask you whether you have reconsidered your decision. My wife is very anxious that you should come, for she has been much attracted by my description of you."

FIRST of all - Fuck you once again Miss Stoper for giving out her personal details to people. Fuck you very much. Just 'oh, hey creepy guy you can totally have her personal address'. Goddammit woman. You are the worst.

SECOND of all... 'she has been much attracted by my description of you' the more this guy talks, the more the sex vibes are pouring off this. I know it's not that. I know it would never be because this was published in 1892 in a mainstream magazine. But you cannot look at that sentence and tell me that it doesn't just shout 'sex thing' at you. I wish I knew whether any of that would have also been inferred by contemporary readers, or if it's just the modern viewpoint colouring it. But yeah... People had fetishes in Victorian times. Sex trafficking definitely existed in Victorian times.

"we have one belonging to my dear daughter Alice (now in Philadelphia)"

Is Alice in Philadelphia? Is she? Is she secretly buried under the floorboards? Or maybe she is in Philadelphia because she ran the fuck away from you. Also... place your bets as to whether Alice had short hair that was a 'distinctive shade of chestnut', wherever she may now reside.

"I confess that it is not the situation which I should like to see a sister of mine apply for."

Holmes is concerned. And I see an edge of his words about Mary Sutherland here, because he doesn't try to argue or change Miss Hunter's mind. Possibly because of his weird misogynistic view that you can't change women's minds because... I don't even remember. Although, what are her alternative options at this point... starvation?

"Mr Rucastle seemed to be a very kind, good-natured man. Is it not possible that his wife is a lunatic, that he desires to keep the matter quiet for fear she should be taken to an asylum, and that he humours her fancies in every way in order to prevent an outbreak?"

Here I do not agree with Violet. He did not seem to be kind or good-natured. He seemed creepy and patronising. Maybe this is just because I am reading from a modern perspective. Or maybe it's because I'm a woman reading this and a Victorian man wrote it.

Was ACD trying to convey a pleasant man and just didn't understand how creepy he came off? Given that we are meant to have a feeling of foreboding, that doesn't seem likely. But Violet Hunter is so insistent that he was a nice man. She mentions it repeatedly. But all I'm getting are creepy vibes.

It's possible this is just a man who thinks he's writing a nice guy, but is actually writing a creep without realising it. Or it's a guy deliberately writing a creep, and making his female character too naive. But she doesn't seem naive. She seems pretty on the ball, just desperate for money. My brain finds Violet's insistence that Mr Rucastle came across as a pleasant person difficult to reconcile. It seems further than her just talking herself into believing it because she needs the money.

And placing all the weirdness on the wife when you have only his word for her part in this seems rather foolish to me. But she's trying to justify the weird vibes as best she can, I guess.

"There is something distinctly novel about some of the features. If you should find yourself in doubt or in danger—" "Danger! What danger do you foresee?"

Please see aforementioned comments about sex trafficking and also remember that bit about the cockroaches. That was weird and a little bit serial-killer-y.

"At least," said I as we heard her quick, firm steps descending the stairs, "she seems to be a young lady who is very well able to take care of herself." "And she would need to be," said Holmes gravely. "I am much mistaken if we do not hear from her before many days are past."

Honestly, I think the bigger concern would be never hearing from her again.

If anyone I knew came up to me with a story like this I would just be 'Nope. Nope. Nope. I will give you money. You can live with me. Do not go to the Copper Beeches. You will never be seen or heard from again.'

I definitely remember more of this one. Not the fine details, but the broad strokes of the plot. But it is interesting to come at it as an adult and see the layers that I didn't as a child. I'm really enjoying it still, though. I'm glad I still like it.

[myriad-rainbows]

I've been revisiting Sherlock Holmes stories lately. Probably thousands of people have had the thoughts I'm having and discussed them but some things that have struck me so far, this time around—

It's kinda weird how in a lot of pre-Final Problem stories, Holmes/Watson oscillate between insisting that "commonplace" cases with no distinguishing features are harder to crack (due to the presence of fewer clues) and then next story mentioning how only the weird/unusual cases are interesting to Holmes. I know this is probably because the commonplace cases are not *actually* harder for him to crack because he's got a massive filing system of every crime ever written down in Europe, so the commonplace ones aren't as stimulating because he's seen something just like that before, but then why harp on those being more difficult? (My completely unsubstantiated suspicion is that ACD had an axe to grind wrt other popular mystery stories.)

It's really sweet how often when a client shows up Watson goes "oh, I'll just toddle off, don't want to Make It Weird or whatever" and Holmes says "Oh no, please stay/please come along." Sometimes he gives a reason, like "we shall need your revolver" or "you'll be useful as a rubber ducky"[1], but other times it really just comes across as him enjoying having Watson around. (I know there is an easy Doylist reason for this too but I don't care about it. Unfeeling automaton my ass.)

In "Blue Carbuncle" when "greeting his visitor with the easy air of geniality which he could so readily assume"… do you think he practiced that. Do you think at some point he went, "Hm. It appears that it's easier to get information from people when my manner sets them at ease. I will observe this phenomenon and optimize my behavior accordingly."

His filing habits (as described in "The Musgrave Ritual") are extremely relatable. *leaves papers everywhere* *receives prompt to clean* "Oh yeah, I probably should do that. Oh hey, look what I found! I remember this! Oh, you want to hear about it? I'm not gonna get to the filing tonight in that case, but that's okay! :D"

[1] if you don't already know about rubber ducky debugging, please go look it up, it's delightful

[wives-natlho]

The Realization (Carmen Weaver part 3)

Carmen woke up next to the Aetheryte, battered. A couple yellowjackets rushed in to check on her. 

“Well, that’s interesting.” She coughed, and a little blood came out. She ran a pair of fingers along the inside of her cheek and realized she had bit down hard when she was hit. A nearby healer offered some services, but Carmen waved off the help. 

She sat up and replayed the events in her mind. She had the formula almost figured out, but just needed the last little bit. The last time, being in the heat of things helped, so she decided to get back out into the field and do another guildleve. She took one with the image of a wandering goobbue on it. From the leve plate, Carmen was expecting something about as big as a goblin. 

The goobbue she found was as big as a house, and cranky. It had long, almost tentacle-like arms that stretched down to grab things off the ground without bending over. It had been eating up fields of crops by the day, and Carmen was the one who picked up the leve to kill it, or run it off. Its face was half mouth, large enough to fit a whole wagon. When she approached it, she had her basic spell reference pages ready. She got its attention with stone and fire, and knocked it around with wind. The big challenge was to channel that wind energy into the carbuncle. If she and the carbuncle could both hit with wind at once, her high and the carbuncle low, then that would be enough to knock it over.

Carmen’s head ached. The healer she tried to wave off helped her to her feet. She walked over to a bench with his help and sat down. She was having a little more trouble remembering what happened next. She checked her tome, and saw her calculations. None of this made sense. 

Why did I multiply THERE? Carmen was furious at herself. The answer seemed so obvious now, only in hindsight. 

In the moment, though, when the goobbue started chasing, Carmen ran away and started scribbling, certain that she would come up with the answer. In a panic, she turned and tried to augment her carbuncle with wind, but her math was off. The air galed around her arm, and actually yanked her forward into the goobue’s leg. She slammed against it and her head rattled. Prone, on the ground, she stared up as the big tentacly arm smashed down towards her. She blacked out. 

The medic got Carmens’ attention and started running some quick concussion diagnostics. 

“How did I get here?” She blearily asked the medic.

“Emergency aetheryte travel. Look here.” The Miqo’te man, immaculately dressed in fancy robes, held up the end of his finger and traced it back and forth, watching Carmen’s eyes. After a moment, he was satisfied that Carmen could listen. “You’re attuned here. You got knocked out in the field and the Aetheryte pulled you back. The cities are set up like that, especially since we have so many adventurers.”

“Okay, good to know.” Carmen rubbed the back of her neck and then suddenly realized she was taking up this kind man’s time. She looked up at him and smiled, in an attempt to dismiss him. The two paused and shared a quiet moment before Carmen cut through the awkwardness. “I’m, uh… good now. Thanks.” Carmen and the medic shared a weak smile. The Keeper medic walked back over to a tree near the courtyard and took a seat in its shade, waiting for the next adventurer to show up wounded.

—------

Carmen had found her way up to the balcony overlooking the Aetheryte plaza, outside of the Drowning Wench. Her feet dangled over the ledge, and she clung to one of the support beams. The cold metal brought a sense of comfort and . She sat and watched for over an hour. Part of her immobility was due to her wounds, and another part due to her depression. Her mind swam in circles trying to figure out what weird block prevented it all from clicking. 

Down below, the plaza swarmed with folks of every sort. Thoroughfares developed as the plaza became more crowded, and little pockets of stationary adventurers and citizens acted as stones in the river of people. They clumped up, discussing upcoming journeys and quests, sharing resources, and enjoying themselves. Carmen started noticing a pattern. She expected there to be a plethora of arcanists in the city, given the guild nearby. She also expected them to group together to share knowledge and help with each other's spellcraft. Instead, she noticed only one arcanist per group. She also noticed the groups tended to follow the same order, a couple mages, a sturdy fighter, and a heavy hitter. Carmen has tried to pair up with another arcanist, but often found herself paired with someone experiencing the same blocks that she was. Somehow, during her experience with adventuring, she had not considered building a group of diverse skills with unique specialties. 

A common feeling for her was that of being a total idiot. She felt dumb for failing her classes, for failing to make new spells, and again for failing to understand basic adventuring groups. Carmen laid backwards, legs still dangling, and watched the afternoon sky above. The anger washed away quickly and she ended up smiling, and then laughing. She giggled quietly to herself for a moment before the laugh grew into a full-blown guffaw. The uptight and way-too-serious student layed on the balcony over the plaza and laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed. 

—-----

Minutes later, Carmen was sitting in the Drowning Wench, having a drink. She had re-braided her hair that had come loose from the fight with the goobbue and the raucous laughter. She also cleaned off and readjusted her clothes. She sat upright at the table with her book sitting out in front of her. Her quill sat on the book on a page that was mostly blank aside from a single problem with no answer – one that would most likely be harder to solve than any she had worked on before:

“How do I make friends?”

[wepreeshjohnegbert]

The Carbuncle ate itself.

Terrible news, guys.. the Carbuncle just ate itself

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 21: “Crystal Bond”

Everyone has a special bond with their deck, but arguably no one more so than the Crystal Beast wielder himself, Johan/Jesse Anderson! Show off that colorful bond today.

This was gonna be longer, and require another apology up front, but then my brain took a vaca before getting the actual angsty part so here ya go - pain free! (mostly)

I won...?

The adrenaline of that final combo wears off and he stands in stunned silence as his opponent climbs back to their feet. His ears are ringing. He honestly hadn’t expected to get this far.

“Little King.” Athena’s voice snaps him out of it; he turns to the warrior spirit smiling proudly at him and realizes his ears aren’t ringing- the crow is cheering, screaming someone’s name-

His name, the one he chose before entering this tournament.

Smiling, Jesse throws his hands in the air.

*

Athena walks next to him as Jesse exits the duel arena. He feels wired and giddy, like he could step right off the ground and float through the air. His fairies chatter animatedly, praises and congratulations and reminiscing moments from the duel.

Jesse jerks to stop in the hall. There it is again; that weird...pull, like something is calling out to him. He barely takes a step toward the source when-

“Ah, Jesse-boy! Just the person I was looking for!”

His shoulders hike to his ears with an embarrassing yelp as he spins to face the speaker. ‘Jesse-boy’? Who the heck- Oh. Oh god. Maximillion Pegasus?! “Me?” he squeaks, gawking at the living legend before him.

“Yes, you.” Is it wrong to think the man’s expression looks something like a kid in a candy store? Because it does and it’s kinda weirding Jesse out. “I have something rather special for you, I believe. If you’d come with me.”

Jesse glances at Athena who nods her head. Well, if Athena doesn’t think this is a terrible idea, how bad could it be?

Pegasus leads him down the hallways at a brisk pace, talking animatedly all the while. “A few years ago, I created a new set of cards based on some artifacts from one of my expeditions. But as soon as the cards were complete, they sealed themselves in stone!”

To anyone else, Pegasus would probably sound like a madman; but to Jesse - glancing back at the duel spirit following them - this sounds entirely in the realm of possibility. “Couldn’t you just break it?”

“I tried. I broke one of my best chizzles,” Pegasus says. “And that’s when I heard a voice - ‘You are not the one we seek’. I’m afraid I don’t have you gift,” - Jesse’s shoulders tense as the man turns to smile at him once more - “but I do have some affinity for magic and the spirits.”

“That would make sense,” Jesse says, slowly relaxing. It would be weird if the creator of this game had no idea about its secrets, but Jesse’s never met anyone else who could see duel spirits. “Why are you telling me all this? Why are you here?” Any event where Pegasus makes an appearance will usually announce the man as a guest to the entire crowd.

“A fortunate coincidence! I was in the area from some other business and decided to check out the skill of the locals. I was not disappointed.” Pegasus almost sounds smug. “As for you, Jesse-boy, I tend to keep these cards with me in case I run into the person they seek. Today, a light shone from the cards when you took the field.”

Hold up. Is he saying these ‘special cards’ chose Jesse or something?

“So I want to see if they’ll break their seal for you.” Stopping before an unmarked door, Pegasus unlocks it with a key and pushes it open.

Seven card shaped gemstones sit on display on the single table, forming a rainbow. Jesse’s heart leaps as he realizes this is the source of the feeling he’s been getting all day. Something about their uniform edges strikes him as wrong, but the colors are undeniably familiar.

“Go on,” Athena whispers. “They’ve been waiting for you.”

But why me? Jesse wants to ask except his heart is in his throat and his body reacts before his brain can, reaching out to touch the nearest crystal card. The crystal shell cracks and crumbles under his fingertip, setting off a chain reaction from the other cards as all seven shed their shells in a colorful burst of light.

“Rubii!”

Jesse jerks as the purple cat-like creature leaps toward his face - carbuncle, she’s a carbuncle, his brain supplies - landing on his shoulder to nuzzle his cheek with an odd sounding purr. A pegasus shakes himself like a dog while a large cat stretches her legs before rubbing affectionately against Jesse’s.

“Finally. It’s been too long.”

A tortoise peers curiously out of his shell. A white tiger prowls the room. An eagle flaps his wings before perching on the table. A mammoth trumpets his awakening and Jesse’s hands fly over his ear. He knows all of them, their presence washing over him and settling somewhere deep inside him like it was always supposed to be there but something’s missing.

“This set isn’t complete, I’m afraid.” Jesse spins back toward Pegasus, only just now remembering his presence in the room. “From what information I can gather, there’s an eighth card, a dragon, that can only be summoned by possessing all seven gems. But its soul was sealed in stone and hidden somewhere centuries ago.”

Something inside Jesse aches. Ruby presses herself more firmly against the side of his face. Amethyst growls.

“But I’ve got my best team looking for it, and I won’t rest until that dragon is found!” Pegasus announces with enough enthusiasm to power a whole city block.

“Please remember to sleep,” Sapphire murmurs.

“Ey, if man wants to run himself ragged lookin’ for Rainbow, who are we to stop him?” Cobalt shrugs.

Jesse smiles despite himself. “Thanks, but...remember to sleep.”

Pegasus laughs. “Of course. Now then, I think I’ve taken enough of your time.”

Oh shit! Dad will be wondering where he is! Jesse gathers the Crystal Beast cards and Pegasus hands him the rest of the support for his new deck - weird to think of it that way, he’s been playing pretty much the same deck since he started dueling - and Jesse makes a break down the hall only for watapon to screech at him and headbutt him in the right direction.

“I see that hasn’t changed.” Topaz chuckles.

“Johan.”

Jesse jerks to a halt. Athena doesn’t use his name often, which means this must be important.

“It’s time for me to move on.”

“Move on?”

“My task is done, little King,” Athena says, voice as gentle and firm as it's ever been as Jesse stares up at the spirit that’s been his guidepost for years. What doesn’t she mean ‘move on’? “You have the ones who were always meant to be at your side now.” She nods her head at the new deck box clutched in Jesse’s hands.

His grip tightens automatically. “But-” Athena was his first duel spirit, someone he looked up to from the moment he opened that first pack of cards. He built his whole deck around her! How is he supposed to-

“Now I must find my true place.” She turns to look over he shoulder and Jesse forces himself to follow her line of sight. At the end of the hall next to a cross section, a little girl in pigtails stares at the two of them, eyes wide and mouth partially open, a monster plushie clutched tightly in one arm.

Jesse jerks, looking quickling back at Athena. “Can she see you?”

“Yes.”

Jesse looks back at the girl as his heart swells and clenches in the same instant. The first person he’s ever encountered who can see duel spirits too and Athena is asking him to-

Fingers tight around the deck box that houses the Crystal Beasts, Jesse swiftly swaps it with the one on his belt, hold it close while he steels himself, and approaches the little girl. Crouching in front of her, he holds out the box full of fairies. “Hey, can you hold onto this for me?”

The girl’s eyes widen. She reaches for the deck with tiny hands as if expecting Jesse to yank it back. When he doesn’t, her eyes light up with glee and she spins on her heel to run down the adjacent hall. “Mama, mama!”

A shaky breath. Jesse stands as she disappears with the only deck he’s ever played. So this is it. With a regal bow, Athena turns to follow the girl, and Jesse swipes a stray tear from his cheek. Ruby nuzzles his face.

“I’ll be okay,” he mumbles, automatically reaching to pet the ghostly creature.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

The SOLDIER and The Baker || Cloud Strife || Pt5

Part 1 || Part 2. || Part 3 || Part 4.

Winning Choice:

A: the reader is off with Cloud, Tiffa and Barret, and the reader now know’s what they are thanks to Chocobo Sam telling them. {{ was thinking the readers knew him before she meet Reeves }}.

and the reader stops the fight between Cloud and Reno due to the readers Carbuncle biting Reno before he can drop the plate then offers herself and with the President watching Reno and Rude so she ends up going along with the two.

I can see this is where the Reader actually kisses him before she leads with Reno and Rude.

Which leads to them not dropping since the reader threatened to throw herself from the chopper if they did anything.

Thank you everyone who voted and helped me out!!!

And again here is the readers dress.

Tag List: @ayamenimthiriel​ || @kitsamii. || @courageouslystupid.

If i forgot to tag you....just let me know and you’ll be added.

The Honey Bee Inn...the last place that Cloud wanted to be right now. With you and Aerith talking to each other he felt out of place. It wasn’t until he was shoved into a room that it finally dawned on him. They wanted him to dance, he wanted to protest oh god did he want to protest but he couldn’t not when it meant that he was so close in saving Tifa. 

“This is ridiculous.” Biting back another comment he flinched as three girls entered the room. 

“It’s okay to be nervous Cloud.” Giving him a kind smile you squeezed his hand gently before stepping back. “Though me and Aerith are gonna give you some space okay! so you can practice with out us watching.” Grasping your friends hand, you tugged the woman out before she could protest.

Letting out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding in, Cloud made a mental note to thank you. The man would rather not make an idiot out of himself in front of you.

Dropping his shoulders he then cleared out his throat looking at the young woman in determination. “Lets get this over with.”

“I’m worried about Cloud...we haven’t had the chance to see him.” Slumping into the seat. Laughing, Aerith gave you a teasing smile as she placed her hands on her lap.

“It’s cute how you’re worried about him y/n! but I’m sure he’s fine.” she states leaning over to pet your Carbuncle.

Feeling your cheeks burned you weren’t sure what to say to that, she wasn’t wrong. “He’s done so much for us...I.”Then thats when it happened, honestly it was so fast you were trying to get your eyes to adjust to the scene. Lights were flashing, Aerith seemed happy as she laughed and clapped along to the music.

Then you saw him, Cloud was dancing, you could feel your own smile tug at your lips. Laughing softly you clapped along with your friend as your cheered for the man but it wasn’t long till the dancers covered the tall blonde and once they stepped back you couldn’t believe your eyes.

It was like they replaced Cloud, the dark dress the man managed to pick out really brought out his skin tone and it was hard not to like what he did to his hair. Beaming at Cloud who did not look pleased at all you did your best to make him feel a little better.

“Woowho!!! Bravo!!”

Dropping his shoulders, Cloud tried not to scowl as he saw your smile. “Kill me.”

“You’re doing a good thing Cloud and I really can’t wait to meet your friend.” Clutching the edge of your dress, Aerith let out her own laugh nudge Cloud’s side. 

“He’s a big softy that doesn’t want to admit it.”

Letting out an annoyed grunt, Cloud stayed silent though he tensed once they reached the mansion. He quickly snatched your wrist tugging you back as one of the men eyed you. Biting your lip, you sighed then gave him a smile you really did not here what the two goons said to you as the Carbuncle in your arms growled at the men.

“You three here for the audition? Second floor at the very end of the walk.And don’t go pokin’ your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You did your best to keep the smile on your face though you hated the things that they were saying about you, it made your stomach churn.

“That Sam’s girl? I’d let her do things to me.”

Scowling you dug your nails into your palm as you slowly made your way up the stairs. Walking to the room, the lights seemed to make your dress sparkle more and Cloud found himself finding it hard not to look too. “Ignore them, if I wasn’t....well I’d beat the crap out of them.” he muttered opening the door for you and Aerith.

Tensing, you glanced around the room. It did not look like a place where you were supposed to be but that’s when it happened. The doors slammed shut and it did not take long for a sweet scent to fill the room.

“What’s that smell?”

Stepping forward Aerith wrinkled her nose. “I know it’s weird...and sweet....and why do I feel dizzy?”

“Gas...come on.” Walking towards the door Cloud tried to open them though they wouldn’t budge. “Shit.”

Falling to her knees Aerith started to cough as the pink cloud filled the room though taking a few steps forward yourself you started to fall before Cloud quickly caught you in his arms.

“Hey! y/n! Wake up...keep your eyes open.”

“Cloud?”

He could hear Aerith’s worried voice though he was to focused on you, he wanted to know why this gas was effecting you so much.

His mind started to fog, he vaguely remembered the doors opening and those two lackeys saying something but that didn’t matter to him, that dazed look in your eyes scared him, though everything went dark after that.

Cloud awoke to Tifa standing over him in concern, he could feel relief wash over him though once the young woman figured that she wasn’t talking to an actual woman he quickly stood up dusting the dress off.

“Right...nailed it...moving on.”

“Cloud...I think...that stuff really hit y/n hard.” Turning his attention to Aerith he did his best to rush to where you and Aerith were standing though he wouldn’t call it that.

Your eyes were still glossy, lips parted and it looked like you were about to pass out. “Lets hope being out of that gas helps her.” He was concerned for you, that moment you two shared, it was something that he’d rather not forget.

“C-Cloud I’m okay....please don’t fuss over me.” your voice was a whisper, he hated that.

Shaking her head, Aerith watched the two. While she was happy that you were being taken care of she knew that this shouldn’t have happened in the first place.Blinking she then turned her attention to Tifa, giving the woman a wide smile. “Hi Tifa! how are you doing?”

“Good?” Tifa tipped her head to the side.

“Ahh perfect! we came here to rescue you I’m Aerith and thats y/n! we’re a friend of Clouds!” Beaming she then grasped Tifas hand. 

“Thanks?” Tifa smiled shaking her head as she gave the womans hand a small squeeze.

“Cut the chatter. We gotta leave.” Cloud kept you close to his side, stumbling a bit your fingers clutched the fabric of his dress.

“No...not until I got what I came for.” Seeing the confused looks Tifa then sighed dropping her shoulders, her hand slipping from Aeriths. “So after we made it back from the slums, some guy came around asking all kinds of questions.So I did some digging.”

“And found out they’re Corneo‘s men.”

“Right.”

“They were interested in Avalanche...but I couldn’t figure out why.So I thought I’d come and ask the man himself.”

“Seriously!”

Thought that if I could find a way in and get some one on one time-”

You were trying hard to focus on the conversation though it was hard. Images of your mother started to flash in your mind. Her smile, then your fathers face appeared, his gentle voice calming you. Though you must have spaced out longer than you thought because the next thing you knew was that you were standing in a completely different room with the man you knew must be Corneo staring at you.

“Aren’t you a pretty face...you look awfully familiar”  You wanted to jerk your face away when he touched you. “But which one do I pick?” You hated that look in his eye.

“If you pick me, you get me too.”

That made Corneo all to happy, ignoring his squeal you watched as Tifa and Aerith get escorted out.

Wincing, you sat on the edge of the bed. Cloud staying close to your side and just about as he was going to touch your bare shoulder Cloud quickly snatched his wrist. “Don’t you touch her...you sick deprived bastard.”

“Yes...yes I am...Here I come baby!?” 

Quickly scrambling off the bed you watched as Cloud kicked him back on it. The man scowling as he glared at both of you. “Who the hell gave you permission to do that! One of you get in here and teach this bitch some manners”

With the door flying open, you dug your nails into your palm expecting a fight though your body relaxed once you saw who it was. “Tifa! Aerith!”

“Sorry...it looked like your boys had to learn some manners too.”

“Cloud! y/n! your clothes.” Aerith smiled clutching a bag, it did not take long for Cloud though obstructing Corneo’s view of you. You did your best to put your normal clothes back on, happy to have your staff back in your hand.

“So you’re a man huh! what are you four up too!” Corneo scouted to the edge of the bed.

“We’re going to be the one to ask the questions!” You snapped, glaring at him.

Tifa gave him a firm nod as she stepped forward. “Like: why’d did you have in in Sector 7 asking about Avalanche?”

“Huh? don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Growling, your fingers tightened around the staff. The once hazy feeling that clouded your mind gone. “Stop lying! If I find out another lie spilling from your mouth I will repeatedly slam my stave over your balls over and over until you’re rendered unconscious.”

Taking a step forward you could have sworn a whimper escaped his lips as he slipped further back on the bed. “Alright! I’ll talk! I’ll talk....some guy with a gun for an arm...I was paid to find him.”

“Paid by who?” Tifa asked, she was now standing by your side.

“I can’t tell you! they’ll hunt me down like a dog!”

“Well you better talk!” You state as Aerith then stepped forward smirking. “Cause if you don’t”

“I’ll rip em off.”

“It was the director of public security! Heidegger! It was Heidegger!“

“Shinra?!” Tifa gasped. “What are they planning?”

Shinra? Rufus?....you needed to know more. You had to find out what your childhood friend was doing.

“Some things are better left unsaid..ya know.”

Gritting your teeth you slammed your stave down on the bed making him jump. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up and talk!”

“You better listen to her...or I’ll smash them off.” Tifa stated slamming her boot on the bed.

“Heh. Alright, you got me. I could never say no to a sexy girl.” He went to reach for your chin then pulled his hand back.”Since Avalance blew up two reactors, Shinra's decided they ought to stamp them out, home base and all...And I mean “Stamp out” he slammed his hands together. “By targeting the support pillar and blowing it up.”

Gasping you stepped back, that was going to get so many people killed. “The plate...they are going to make the plate fall...it’s going to be Sector 6 all over again....we have to go!”

Just as you, Cloud, Aerith and Tifa were leaving Corneo let out a laugh. “Please! this won’t take long. As everyone knows, villains only divulge their plans in a certain situation and what is that situation?”

Cloud scowled, narrowing his eyes at the man who seemed all to happy at the moment. Just as he was about to answer, Corneo let out another laugh raising his finger. “OH sorry! times up...the answer lies....in the sewers.”

Then soon you felt a weightlessness, then nothing.

Reeve could feel his stomach clench, knowing that this was happening. He hated this. “Please, Mr. President! I am asking you to reconsider-no, begging.The Sector 7 undercity is home to more than 50,000-”

“Director Tuesti” President Shinra started off though Reeve’s cut him off, the man was already feeling helpless.

“At least let us issue a warning Sir.”

"The stench of the director's cowardice fills the room yet again."Heidegger scoffed turning his head away.

“Reeve...progress requires sacrifice.”

Reeve’s wanted to scoff at that, sacrifice. What the hell did he know about sacrifice? He wasn’t the one who gave up being with the woman he loved, his soulmate and his little girl...does she even remember him? 

“Learn to live with it”

Digging his nails into his palms he turned his focus to the ground, he had to find a way to stop this.

[stardustdaemon]

All those years - Spirit shipping fic

A happiest of birthdays to Judai Yuki, my first love. I’m usually late with these so I never bother posting but, a birthday based spirit shipping fic! Enjoy! <3

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When he was younger, spending his birthdays alone was the worst thing. Waking up to a pancake mix ready in the fridge and presents left in a pile on the table with a note that said nothing more than;

“Sorry we can’t be with you today. We love you x”

Made his heart hurt, which eventually faded to apathy as he grew older, never even touching the gifts by the time he turned twelve.

But now, twenty one and travelling around the globe on his own, he found the peace of his birthday refreshing, calming. He always had Yubel and Daitokuji by his side but they would stay silent, other than the short birthday wish in the mornings.

But this year as he walked through the streets of Stockholm, enjoying the last beams of the sun, his heart felt slightly empty. He had gotten used to celebrating with his friends back at the Academy, had gotten used to the badly wrapped gifts and cheesy cards.

He’d also gotten used to the strawberry cake Johan would make for him. He only received it once, no matter how much he had begged the other for it during the years, but it was the best thing he had ever had. Sweet and light, made with so much love.

Love. A topic neither of them really discussed, pretty much ignored back in their youth. It was only when Judai had reached his twenties and become accustomed to being alone that he realised he had fallen in love with Johan.  

He'd mentioned it to Yubel, scared of their response but they had only shrugged, telling him they knew that his heart belonged to them. And Johan wasn’t the worst anyway.

He remembered the post card Johan had sent to him from this city itself, attached to a goofy photo of him with his arms outstretched, a note stating this was his favourite place to teach and that he didn’t want to leave.  

That had been a year ago, and even thought Judai knew Johan travelled for work too, he wished he was still here.

With a heavy heart, Judai unlocked the door to the room he’d got for the night. Small and cozy with a creaky bed, a tap that dripped constantly and a draft blowing through the window, not that it bothered him, he found himself always chasing replications of the shoddy comfort of the Osiris Red dorms.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do anything more today? You still have a few hours left of your birthday you know?” Yubel prompted as Judai threw himself to the bed, smiling at Winged Kuriboh who immediately settled beside him.  

“Nah, I’m pretty tired after hunting down that card. If you’re that desperate to do something though, we can tomorrow?” He suggested, turning away from the window, head propped on his arm. He could hear Yubel huff but nothing else was said and Judai smiled. They were always so stubborn.

About an hour passed of Judai reading, occasionally conversing with Yubel about what they could do tomorrow before a faint glow lit the room, pinkish in colour and oddly familiar.

“Ruby?” Judai whispered, sitting up and watching the shadow of the orb pass by the window. Without thinking, Judai threw himself off the bed, opening the door to look outside, blinking fast when he saw the purple carbuncle sat in front of his door, leaning up slightly before peering around him to look for Kuriboh.

“You can never wait can you Ruby?” That voice. Soft and gentle, laced with humour and a fake anger, spoken through lips melded into the warmest smile.

Brown met green, taking in the others appearance.

“Johan? What? How?” Judai spoke, taking another step outside, cautious underneath the joy in his heart. Johan just smiled; hands deep in his pockets.

“Yep. It’s me bud.” He spoke, voice as soft as honey and Judai crumbled, running to the other to wrap his arms around him, not caring that he almost took him down.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Brazil with the students?” He couldn’t contain his excitement, dragging his best friend into his room to sit on the bed, laughing at the way Johan rolled his eyes, shrugging his coat of as he looked around the room.

“I was meant to be, but somebody in this room told me where you were and well, I have really missed you. So here I am.” Johan explained, shrugging as he threw himself back, dragging Judai down with him. Judai shot a playful scowl at Yubel who only smiled before fading away, probably to give them some privacy.

They stayed silent for a while, led side by side with their heads hanging off the single bed, watching Kuriboh and Ruby run around each other.

“They’ve missed each other too, so I guess this trip was worth it.” Johan spoke, rolling over to lay on his front, propping his chin in his hands. Judai smiled, taking in the scent of peach, a smell that threw Judai off when they first met but was easily explained by the fact he only ever saw the blue haired male drinking peach water and something akin to a fresh sea breeze.

“Sorry I couldn’t get here any earlier though, I could only get today and tomorrow off but I had to travel and get some stuff ready.” Johan explained as he rose to his feet, now piquing Judai’s interest as he sat up, watching the other move over to the bag he hadn’t realised he had brought with him.

Johan reached into it, carefully removing a white box that Judai instantly knew the contents off, smile growing wider as Johan pulled out a gift wrapped simply in brown parcel paper and a string.

“Just for you. It might not be the best this year, since I had to bake it in a hotel, but, Happy birthday Judai.” Johan whispered, placing and opening the box on the bed side table, laughing at the way Judai lurched forward to confirm his suspicions.

His smile grew wide enough to hurt as he gazed down at the cake, simply decorated with a spiral of strawberry slices and lightly dusted with icing sugar. He was desperate to try some, but the gift caught his attention again. He reached for it gently, sitting back down beside Johan as he turned the rectangular package over in his hands. It was small and light, fitting snugly in his palm.  

Johan was looking at the ground, fingers lightly tapping on his thighs and Judai felt his heart beat faster, ever so slightly, as he pulled the string off first.

Johan rarely ever got nervous, the last time he’d seen him act this way was before he departed from the Academy to go back home for the final time, words stuck in his throat that he told Judai not to worry about.

The paper opened easily, no rips in it as Judai carefully peeled each bit of tape back, glancing towards Johan as his hand hovered over the lid.

“I just want to say that, this doesn’t have to change things, I just needed to tell you.” Johan’s voice was timid and fragile causing Judai to hold his breath as he lifted the lid of the box.

There was a note, written on a small piece of paper and carefully folded, his name written on the top.

To Judai,

I know this is the lamest excuse of a birthday card but, Happy Birthday. It’s been weird being away from you, it’s strange how much one year can change your life. But it really did.

I’m not used to waking up without you nearby yet. I’m not used to not hearing your voice call out to me from across a clearing. I’m just not used to not having you by my side.

So, this is my way of trying to make sure it feels like we’re close, even if we’re on the other side of the globe.

I love you.

Judai re-read the letter, cheeks red and fingers shaking as he placed it aside, lifting out two bracelets, one a light blue with red stones carefully marking Johan’s initials, the other red with blue stones, marking Judai’s initials, both adorned with a heart charm hanging by the clasp.

“I know it seems like too much, I can take them back if you do-whoa!” Johan fell back onto the bed, Judai’s arms wrapped tightly around him. Before either them could think, they had pressed their lips together, briefly. Pulling away and watching the other for any signs of bewilderment or confusion, they moved towards each other. Kissing slowly and gently, a little apprehensively, Judai couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re such a dork Johan.” He whispered against the others mouth, laughing harder when Johan swatted his back, reaching to the side to retrieve the bracelets before slipping his on.

“If I may?” He questioned and Judai nodded, letting a tear fall from his eye as he sat up, watching as Johan carefully secured the bracelet on his wrist.

“I love you too, by the way. I always have.” Judai spoke, reaching up to wipe away Johan’s tears before kissing him again, neither able to get enough of the other.

The night was spent filled with laughter and jokes, confessions expressing both relief and disbelief, gentle and clumsy touches.

Judai hadn’t always liked his birthday, had never cared for gifts. But he was grateful for this one.

[second-chance-stray]

Rp Log: The door to Heartwood is blocked.

(...chronologically happens before this!)

Cravendy Hound pushes, but the machine will not budge through the door. She pushes harder. It still does not give. Cravs becomes incredibly angry and kicks it. It does not help whatsoever.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Try turning it again!" Riylli called out to Cravs, being totally helpful as she rested nearby with her hat in her lap.

Cravendy Hound: “Not ‘elpin’. ARGH.” Cravs tries to pull it out in order to adjust its angle, but finds it firmly wedged into the door frame. She takes a few steps back, and then rushes at it, her shoulder leading the attack. And for the second time that day, she regrets charging at metal.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Pfft." Riylli couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Cravs misfortune. Serves her right for calling Miqo'te 'cat-folk'. She gets herself up on her feet, the ride back on the carbuncle having given her time to recover slightly. "Hmm... I think you got it stuck... Hope no ones inside still?"

Cravendy Hound rubs at her tender arm, wincing all the while. “.....No, there’s definitely people inside.”

Cravendy Hound: "But they're smart. They'll manage." She hopes. "Now 'ow are we gonna get this thing through?"

Riylli Aliapoh frowns, putting all of her thinking juice into the tank. "Maybe... Maybe we can take it apart, then just put it back together inside?" She offered, approaching to look the thing over, despite having no idea what she was actually looking for. "Uh... You good with machines?"

Cravendy Hound sucks air through her teeth. “Don’t think my smarts with guns translates to...to whatever this thing is. Take it apart sure, but don’t know if it’ll be put back together.”

Cravendy Hound hums in thought. “Ye think if we oil it up enough, it’ll slide through?”

Riylli Aliapoh nudged the thing with her foot. "...Maybe? Can't say I've ever had to use the stuff before. Couldn't hurt to try though, right?" She gave a helpful shrug, and another helpful nudge with her foot. "Do... we have oil? Where do we get oil?"

Cravendy Hound: “Uh.” She had not thought that far ahead. “We could go and buy some at the Botanist’s guild back in Gridania. But how many jugs of olive oil would it take to cover this thing, and...shit. Forget I said anythin’, this is a trash idea.”

Riylli Aliapoh: "Well we gotta do something!" Riylli insisted. "My votes still on taking it apart. That's what they're gonna do inside anyway right? What's it matter if we just get it out of the way now?"

(Cravendy Hound) seasoning the machine with oil and salt would just make a bad situation worse xD )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Gotta season it properly before it can be researched (Rising Lotus) Way to go guys))

Cravendy Hound: “Well. I’m sure it’ll be fine if we just cut apart the outer bits.” She turns and picks up a conveniently placed saw from the frontyard’s forge area. “...Wait. Sawin’ through metal seems...questionable.”

(Cravendy Hound) let it marinate for a good while :D )) (Rising Lotus) how am I suppose to feed my fish now?)) (Haila Wetyios) Oh lord dont season the robot))

Cravendy Hound: “And by questionable, I mean tirin’. Argh, I want a drink.” But the drinks are inside, Cravs. The drinks are inside.

(Haila Wetyios) Kevin's geese are gonna eat it)) (Cravendy Hound) if they eat it, problem solved! Door unblocked xD )) (Cravendy Hound) but then we'll need another lmao )) (Haila Wetyios) Riylli and Cravs: " We got you the robot!"   Haila: "Why is it only half of it's body?..."))

Rising Lotus strolls through the gateway to the yard, slowing down as she see's the spider they had just hauled crammed into the dooryway. "...So..." she glances at the two she caught red handed.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Duh, saws are for wood and stuff." Riylli explained, looking around at the forge set up outside. 'What we need is... Hmm... Oh!" The Miqo'te's eyes glistened as she rushed over to the fire and picked up a pair of tongs. "This thing looks perfect!"

Cravendy Hound: "................." She looks away, avoiding Rising's stare.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Rising! Good timing, you get to prove how big and strong you are." She said, flashing a grin as she held up the blacksmiths tongs towards her

Rising Lotus is at quite a loss for words, especially as Riylli ran over to grab a pair of tongs. "..What's your plan here then?" she backed up a bit as the tongs were suddenly offered to her.

Cravendy Hound: “Plannin’ to take the machine apart, cause pushin’ it ain’t workin’.” Cravs walks over and peruses the tools available. A hammer, maybe? Smash it until it’s compact enough to make it through the entryway? Hmm...

Riylli Aliapoh fiddled with the tongs, opening and closing them like they were a set of jaws. "Well, were gonna take the outside parts off the thing, and I bet you can use this to... pull it..? Like peeling an orange." She finished with a nod too confident for the current situation

Rising Lotus "Wasn't the whole point of bringin' it back more intact? I feel like it'll piss Haila off if parts of it are all smashed up, as good a plan as that is..." as she looked over the broken machine and then the doorway she was mentally picturing where to smash it to let it slide, shaking her head of the idea afterwards. " Hmm, I got an idea though, Riylli, can you magic me up a rock?"

(Haila Wetyios) im just here sitting and eating while terrified for this poor spider))

Riylli Aliapoh hesitated, still pretty drained but not about to admit it. "Er... How big? What're you planning?" She asked, absolutely not stalling for time

Cravendy Hound: “If all fails, we can smash the doorway.” In an effort to look cool, Cravs hefts the hammer over her shoulder, but nearly loses her balance as the heavier end falls to the right. The hammerhead is stopped by the stairwell, and Cravs crosses her legs a beat after. All according to plan.

Rising Lotus held her hands apart, about the size of the soccer ball. "All ball like, smooth too."

Cravendy Hound suddenly realizes that there's somewhere she needs to be, and leans back forward. "Bugger, I'll 'ave to leave ye two to it. Best of luck."

(Cravendy Hound) brb dinner! :D ))

Riylli Aliapoh rubbed the back of her head. "Well... I can't really make it into a ball. You kinda just gotta take rocks in the shape they come, unless you wanna sit there working it for bells at a time." She blinked as Cravendy suddenly ran off. "H-Hey! You can't just leave us with your mess!" She called out angrily, then huffed as she realized it was too late and the woman was gone

Rising Lotus rubbed her chin. "Well it's not gonna work if she's gone. Was gonna smash the window with the rock then help unstuck it from the inside." she looked back to Riylli. "You look a little too spent to try that kind of liftin' right now."

Riylli Aliapoh planted her hands on her hips. "I'm fine." She stated stubbornly. "Why'd it even have to be a ball if we were just gonna smash a window with it? And... I don't think Haila and the others'll be happy if we break the window"

Rising Lotus beamed. "Well, I needed you to give me a rock so I could blame ya for breakin' it of course! Figured if it'd be a fancy rock it'd make more sense that you did it." she shrugged "Beside, between the spider, the door frame, the window, whatever might get smashed ain't gonna make people happy. Window jus' seems like it'd be the easier to fix.

Haila Wetyios | Suddenly there was a loud knock on metal from the other side, it was a very alarmed Viera that immediately called out to them. "Please tell me there were no casualties when bringing this?!" she said from the inside as the big spider moved a little bit due to pushing from Haila's end of the door.

Riylli Aliapoh made a face. "Alright, I'm never making any rocks for you now-" She began, only to jump as Haila's voice suddenly rang out from inside. "Um... N-No, no casualties!" Riylli awkwardly called back. "Cravs got the thing stuck trying to fit it through the door though. And Rising was gonna break a window and blame it on me!" She tattled to the Viera mom, giving Rising another glare as she did

Rising Lotus rolled her eyes. "Yeah it went very well, thing should be mostly workin', almost no thanks to Riylli though. She wanted to smash it to get it out of the door." If the miqo'te was going to tattle she might as well too. "But now that you're here, well there, you can help us get it in.. or out maybe. Where do ya want it?

Riylli Aliapoh: "I didn't want to smash it! I wanted to PEEL it. With these tongs!" She clanged them together once more for added emphasis. "You don't need the outside part anyway, right?"

Haila Wetyios stopped trying to push at the spider from her end, for a moment if either of the two were sharp on listening in, they would have heard a sigh of relief from the Viera, followed by silence. "I can tell 'tis mostly intact... and with clean cuts to the joint too.." she murmured, clearly passing her hand over the large creature. She paused, looking it over before calling out to them once more. "How about you just peel back the flesh? It won't really need it and I can attach whatever falls off."

Haila Wetyios | That's right, a good chunk of the spider was actually covered in weird squishy flesh.

Riylli Aliapoh immediately shoved the tongs into Rising's hands, sticking out her tongue victoriously. She was an adult. A victorious adult.

Rising Lotus glared at Riylli, snapping the tongs in an attempt to catch the girl's tongue. "I'm sorry I didn't want to start takin' a killed spider apart! At least comin' from Haila I know it's safe now!" she flung the tongs onto the ground, taking the knife off the back of her belt. "Go grab somethin' to start cuttin' of your own, It's you're an' Crav's fault it's stuck after all, and she ain't here so get to it." she moved to a side of the machine, starting to cut into the fleshy parts and lobbing them>

Rising Lotus off onto the ground.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Wha- It wasn't my fault! Cravs did it all, not me. Maybe if yoouu had been around it wouldn't have gotten stuck." She chided, finally removing her coat as it was beginning to get a bit warm with it on.

Haila Wetyios sighed rather loudly this time, "Less talk and more work! Whoever brought this in could have set it on the front yard and then let everyone inside know you were back you know..."

Rising Lotus was busy carving away, mostly ignoring Riylli's complaints at this point. "You'd think this stuff would smell worse than it would, but it ain't too bad." she pulled a particularly sticky and slimy piece off "Gross feeling though."

Riylli Aliapoh eventually did approach with her own knife in hand, beginning to help carve the spider despite her complaints. "That was Cravs," She decided to chime in still, wanting a bit of revenge for getting ditched with the problem. "Please don't start eating the spider... Even hunters have limits."

Rising Lotus had made a pretty good time with her carving, most of it on her side near or almost near the metal core. " I mean, well this thing ain't natural, but if there was a real big spider you wouldn't try it? It's legs would probably be like crabs legs or somethin'." she pondered a old fashion spider boil "Though I guess if it's poisonous you shouldn't eat it."

Riylli Aliapoh had started later, but she had plenty of experience in carving animals and was making good progress. "Ugh, no... We occasionally kill banemites back home, but not even the elementals getting pissy would convince us to eat 'em." She muttered, trying not to think about it. "I ain't about to eat crabs either. Nothing but water spiders if you ask me."

(Haila Wetyios) getting pretty tired here, I think Imma call it)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Alrights, goodnight! (Rising Lotus) Okays! We'll leave the spider and piles of flesh outside haila's door)) (Haila Wetyios) thank you guys for the rps! night night)) (Haila Wetyios) that's if they can even squeeze it into the door leading there~))

Rising Lotus "Crabs acre actually somethin' callled crustaceans! Different than spiders somehow, not sure how but that's what some fish scientist told me once." she sheathed her knife and clapped her hands together as her side was done, leaving it much slimmer than before.

(Cravendy Hound) I'm back! )) (Rising Lotus) Welcome back!))

Cravendy Hound returns, clearly inebriated. The appointment that had dragged her away from this problem earlier? Maybe not something she had to go to right away. She stumbles over, raises a bottle over her head, calls out to Riylli and Rising. “Oyyy, not done yet?”

Riylli Aliapoh: "Yeah, well, some scientists think Miqo'te are related to cats, so..." She left it at that, her thoughts on that conclusion likely obvious. She turned around to glare angrily at Cravs as she suddenly appears, and appears drunk at that. "You... This is your mess, get over here and work dammit!" She said, tossing her latest carving of flesh at her

Rising Lotus grumble as Cravs returned, bottle in hand. "Aye! Get you're drunk ass over here and push this thing in now!" following Riylli's example, she found a particularly slimy bit she cut off and lobbed it towards Cravs, grinning devilishly as she did so.

Cravendy Hound laughs as the flesh chunks smack her directly on the chest. “My mess? Was it?” She hiccups, and then takes a seat on the ground. “Yerrrr both doin’ great though. Keep up the good work.”

Riylli Aliapoh: Nope. Nopenopenope. Riylli marches over and snatches the bottle out of the drunken Cravs' hand, taking a swig for herself and refusing to give it back. "Y'know what, it's carved enough. You go push it now, doubt you'll be useful for anything else anyway." She chided angrily, complete with her hands on her hips

Rising Lotus sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and she started to walk away from the carved up spider. "Yeah jus' hurry up and get it in, I need a drink myself after this..." after saying that though her face lit up and she pulled a flask out of her satchel. She popped the cap off and took a swig...of nothing. Damn you past Rising!

Cravendy Hound wobbles back as the bottle is taken from her hands, as stable as a pillar of jello. She doesn’t struggle at all, and instead chooses to lie down on the ground, rolled to her side. “Bloooody bilgerat...yer not me mum.” A string of incoherent half-insults and half-words follow.

Riylli Aliapoh blinks, then nudges Cravs with her foot. "It's been like... not even a bell since you disappeared. How th' hells a giant like you such a lightweight?" She let out a sigh, then took another swig. Maybe Cravs had had the right idea after all. "Alright, whatever, you're up then instead Giant Number Two." She said, motioning to Rising with the bottle

Cravendy Hound: “The secret, my fuzzy funny friend, is drinkin’ lots in a short amount of time.” And whatever is in that bottle is awfully strong. Hic!

Rising Lotus started grumbling again until it loud scoff. "You two are both useless! Both of ya get it stuck and I'm the one that has to do the most work!" she stomped over to the spider, squatting down and  easily lifting the heavy machine. There was lots of swearing and grunting, but she managed to get it inside with a mighty shove, clearing the doorway. Panting, she stood in the doorway looking back at the two. "Well at least /I/ can get inside now." with a smirk she slammed the door shut >

Rising Lotus the next sound being the lock clicking closed.

(Cravendy Hound) also I was catching up and sdjfkldsfj Rising asking for a smooth rock killed me )) (Cravendy Hound) YOU LOCKED THE DOOR AAahahah xD ))

Riylli Aliapoh blinked, staring at the now locked door for one long moment before taking another big swig. "You Roegadyn are impossible..." She mutters at Cravs, then marches up to the door. "AND HOW'RE YOU GONNA GET IT THROUGH THE SECOND DOOR, GENIUS!?" Riylli yelled as loud as she could.

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Can you believe these guys helped build a town

Cravendy Hound lets out a hoot as the entrance is -finally- cleared. Alright, time to get off the ground. The bed in her room is far more comfortable than lying on the dirt. She rolls onto her stomach and then heaves up with no small amount of effort. Cravs groans, forcing left foot over right until she’s miraculously next to the door...but why won’t it open?

Rising Lotus would yell back "NOT LIKE YOU'D HELP ANYWAY! HAVE FUN SLEEPING IN THE RAIN!" she stomped up the stairs towards the bar.

Cravendy Hound: “Nnnnnoooooooo, come back. Rising, I’m gonna die out ‘ere.” A gross exaggeration, clearly, but Cravs wails nonetheless.

Riylli Aliapoh: "I DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE YOU IDIOT!" Riylli shouted right back, at this point the pair having probably woken up the neighbors. She lets out a frustrated sigh and plants her head against the door, going quiet for another long moment before finally turning to Cravs. "...So... Do you got a key or somethin'..? You ain't gonna like... Die, if I leave you out here, right?"

(Cravendy Hound) we're capable heroes! ...but not during our off hours ahah )) (Riylli Aliapoh) Front door (Savage)

Cravendy Hound blinks, uncoordinated, but snaps back to attention when Riylli asks her about dying. “SHHH, don’t tell that to Risin’! We want ‘er to open the door!” She whispers loudly.

Rising Lotus after a few minutes footsteps could be heard coming towards the door and it was unlocked, Rising opening it up and still looking quite frustrated. "..Jus' hurry up an' let her get in here so she can lay down.." she had a bottle of her own in her hand by now, and clearly wanted to get back to it once Cravs wasn't passed out on the lawn.

Riylli Aliapoh glares, muttering under her breath as she basically shoves Cravendy in through the doorway. "'Hurry up' huh? Like it's my fault you locked the damned door... I didn't sign up for this shite, I should be hunting monsters right now..."

Cravendy Hound: “..mhn, that’s right...I’m an officer.” Cravs reaches into her pocket, pulls out a key, and attempts to guide it to the keyhole. But what happens is that the door whips open, she gets pushed through, and she ends up jabbing the key at Rising.

Rising Lotus was able to catch the roegadyn as she was shoved in her direction, keeling forward a bit as the key was pushed into her gut. Taking a deep breath in she fixed her gaze at Riylli, staring daggers at her. "Well. She's in here. so then LEAVE." there was a sharpness to her words as the unfortunate Miqo'te became the target to vent all of this sudden frustration on.

(Cravendy Hound) a slowly unfolding disaster )) (Rising Lotus) Right xD? (Riylli Aliapoh) (If only Rising had just used those darn tongs (Rising Lotus) To be fair though, I think we all know how moving couches through doorways can be, this was bound to happen (Cravendy Hound) xD ))

Riylli Aliapoh: "Fine! And when Haila asks why there's a spider carcass in the lobby and guts all over the lawn, you better not leave any details out!" Riylli shot back angrily, tensions definitely running high. "I'm goin' home, good luck with the hangover." She muttered finally, and began to stomp off on her long way home

Cravendy Hound leans her full weight on Rising and wraps an arm around her shoulders. Pressed up against her, she weakly tries to defuse the budding conflict. “Oy oyy, there’s no need for fightin’...” And though it takes a while, she eventually finds her balance again. Seeing Riylli leaving, she calls out to her. "SEE YA..."

(Cravendy Hound) ...space cowboy )) (Cravendy Hound) nothing like bonding over a dangerous battle, only to lose it all over door drama pff )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (The only solution is to bond over drinking next time

Rising Lotus grunted as she was suddenly supporting Cravs, huffing as Riylli started off, the frustration in her face starting to change to regret. With a sigh she pushed it all down, rolling her eyes as Cravs said her good bye. Once she was  able to stand on her own, Rising dumped her on the couch and hurried off to her room.

(Rising Lotus) lol, and it was such a successfull mission too xD (Riylli Aliapoh) The end! What a happy ending lol (Cravendy Hound) hehe door rp was so fun + funny tho xD ))

Cravendy Hound faceplants on the couch and quickly falls asleep.

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Seer LC OC Intro HCs/Profile

-Her name is Cyra. It means “like the sun” apparently and I have no idea how to pronounce it but in my head it’s like SIGH-ra and that sounds pretty.

-Very inspired by V of DMC-5 who gave me the idea for an LC OC with a cane in the first place. Therefore she has very pale skin, black-blue eyes, and very wavy black hair. She keeps it cut short to like- her chin because it’s easier to manage that way. She also has some tattoos on her arms and neck, but I haven’t decided if they be dragon scales (in honor of her past life as an Au Ra) or something else.

-Is 4′10″ of pure sarcasm and magical intuition.

-Is a reborn WoL Summoner, but her memories are ... patchy and she tries not to think of them. She still has her Carbuncles tho so not everything is terrible.

-She’s the result of Regis have a drunken night with a very pretty Altissian woman when he was Altissia during the Road Trip. This is ... a mild problem for Cyra because Regis’s “date” that night was with a NOBLEWOMAN. Who was part of one of Altissia’s oldest (read: snobbiest) noble families.

-Noble Family Was Not Pleased. But Cyra’s mom never got Regis’s name, so they couldn’t track him down to insist he marry her, so instead they hushed it up and married her to one of their branch members who had black hair so they could pretend Cyra wasn’t an Oops Baby.

-Cyra’s parents are wonderful human beings. The rest of her family are Not.

-Cyra’s magic is Weird and it causes her Joint and Pain Problems that nobody can properly diagnose even if its provable enough and bad enough she gets medication for them, and since her parents have kept her magic a secret from the rest of the family for Good Reasons her cousins/aunts/uncles often make fun of her for it and insist she’s just trying to get attention.

-Cyra can and has smacked people between the legs Very Hard with her cane for saying this to her face.

-Cyra is aware that she has Seer powers in the form of a very annoying and heightened intuition that makes her do random stuff sometimes MONTHS or YEARS in advance for a Thing without ever telling her what the Thing is. She calls it Susurrus and perceives it as an annoying male voice in her head randomly giving her instructions/clues like the world’s most unhelpful game tutorial that you can turn off. Why Susurrus and why male voice? Because guys are annoying but at least they don’t screech like the harpies Cyra regrettably has to call her cousins next question.

-Cyra used her Seer powers and her own natural heightened intelligence/maturity from being a reborn WoL to escape Altissia to a fancy Insomnian college at 14. Proceeded to intentionally STAY in college until she was 18 and a legal adult so she didn’t have to automatically return to Altissia barring extenuating circumstances. Is now the tired owner of two Masters because Everything She Does Is Overkill.

-At 18 she opens a second hand bookshop-cafe on the very borders of Little Galahd even though she isn’t Galahdian because the rates are cheap and No Noble Would Ever Come There so she doesn’t have to deal with the gossip circles anymore. It has a surprisingly spacious two-bedroom apartment on top so her biggest issue is getting down the stairs in the morning (this is what her spare cane she always leaves at the bottom of the stairs is for, because warping is so much easier than stairs but shhhhhh).

-She names her bookshop-cafe Second Sight. Totally because she sells second-hand books and you use sight to read said books. Totally. It’s not a sarcastic and bitter jab at her own foresight. Totally not. Nope. No idea what you’re talking about.

-She meets bby Prompto when the boy wanders into her shop looking for a book. All her red flags go up because this kiddo is not dressed like he’s from this sector. How far did he walk to get here and where are his parents?

-He basically has no parents. They’re always busy. He lives in the empty house all alone 90% of the time while they do business trips and conferences.

-Well.

-Who wants to abuse her college connections, her vast array of Susurrus-spawned favors, and her noble family name (without their knowing) to take custody of Prompto and become a 19 year old Mom with Joint Problems?

-Cyra. Apparently.

-Meets Libertus a few years after the Prompto Incident when he comes sniffing around in hopes of getting a new copy of a rare book that got ruined (STOP EXPERIMENTING WITH SPELLS IN MY APARTMENT CROWE). Decides he LIKES this place because it’s quiet and calm and the tea is good and he can read in peace without worrying about one of his idiots crashing in or setting something on fire because they don’t know this bookshop exists.

-Cyra and Libertus get along pretty well. Prompto likes him too so that’s a bonus. They are Casual Friends who are maybe contemplating asking the other out on a date but haven’t worked up the nerve yet.

-Until one day he comes in to find her quietly having a meltdown in the back because her Jerk Family Head just called insisting she come back to Altissia to marry a NIF NOBLE. And if she doesn’t comply they’ll cut off her medical support (which she does need, she has medication to take for her chronic pain).

-Libertus would like you to believe he is the Braincell of his group. He really, really would. He is the mature, sensible one who does NOT impulsively jump into things.

-Totally not. Never an impulsive, life-changing decision in his life.

-On a different topic, he knows an officials guy in the marriage license office who does elopements for Galahdian couples that don’t want to bother with Lucian Wedding Nonsense and the guy owes him a favor and no matter what else is wrong with being a glaive, being a royal soldier means AWESOME healthcare for self and spouses and kids.

-Wanna get married to spite your relatives while simultaneously escaping their thumb and getting to keep your kid and your shop?

-Cyra uses her cane to pull Libertus down for a kiss. He’s assuming that’s a yes.

-It only occurs to Lib a week later when Nyx walks in on him packing his stuff to move to Cyra’s apartment (since a condition of the Healthcare Thing is that spouses have to be living in the same place and like pyre he’s making the woman with the cane have to walk up and down Little Galahd’s network of stairs and bumpy roads to get to her shop everyday) and demands to know WHAT LIB IS DOING that Libertus realizes he... forgot ... to tell Nyx. Or anyone else in the glaive other than Captain who is probably just now finding the paperwork detailing his change in status.

-....Oops?

-All the Glaive in Unison: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT MARRIED A WEEK AGO WITHOUT TELLING US????????

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Name: Cooking for Two  Fandom: Epic Seven  Category: M/M  Words:  1,978 Pairing: Dingo/Cidd

He wasn’t blind. He knew nobody liked his cooking...or, at least, they didn’t like it when he tried to add some...unique ingredients to it. Goblin, imp, slime, Unknown...well maybe not that one. The last time he used it as an ingredient, Cidd got sick after just one bite  before  he even learned what it was he had eaten, which led to Dingo swearing  that  particular ingredient off. That incident was the one where he had learned that it wasn’t fit for consumption, at all.

And Cidd certainly hadn’t been happy when informed what he had unknowingly consumed once the suin was feeling better. It was perhaps the first time that his friend had seriously berated him for his choice in ingredients and it had left Dingo with mixed feelings. On one hand, he felt guilt, tremendously so, for unintentionally causing the suin to be sick and on the other...he gets it.  He fucking gets it  . There had been no need to repeat the same thing he’s said before. Dingo has heard it all numerous times already. Once...once was enough. But...this is just who he was. He could....change, maybe, but he didn’t want to. This is who he was, good parts and bad parts. He doesn’t want to change himself just to make another happy. But Cidd didn’t want him to change, has never said anything of the sort. He just wanted him to stop putting weird things into food, using non-food creatures as ingredients yet that was part of who the redhead was as well. He isn't himself, he isn't  Dingo  if he's using  normal  things to make a meal. Normal is not him.

It’s so hard to explain that, for some reason; every time he tries the words get caught in his throat. So he just settles with "the most unusual of ingredients make the most delicious food." Cidd gets exasperated when he does. Like it isn’t the answer he wants to hear, but one he knows by heart at this point. Dingo wishes he could explain but he can't. He won't change, he refuses to change, has no reason for it and no matter how much the Suin complain and scolded and wished for it, he knew Cidd would be horrified if he did one day change to a 'normal' person.

"Come at me! I’ll turn you into a full course meal!" Dingo declared as he waved his knife at the red-scaled naga, Cidd not far behind him and wearing a look of all-suffering. They hadn’t even gone out of their way to look for the creature, it just came to them by sheer luck or perhaps by misfortune and the Suin knows that the reptile wasn’t going to live long enough to regret crossing paths with Dingo.

With a maniacal laugh from the redhead, an agonized screech from the naga, and the smell of burnt reptile filling their nostrils, the brief skirmish was over in not even a full minute. Cidd gave a pitying look at the dead creature even as he pressed the back of his gloved hand to his nose to block out the horrible smell, trying hard not to gag from it. He didn’t even bother asking what Dingo was planning to do with it since he knew already...just as he knew that there was no dissuading his friend from using it as an ingredient. What would the unorthodox dish be today? Naga stew? Naga steak? Naga meat pie? He repressed a shudder at all the possibilities.

He watched as Dingo picked it up delicately, trying not to crush the dead thing. "It would ruin the flavor," the redhead once explained and Cidd wanted to ask how he knew that. The mad chef was a vegetarian for Gods’ sake! The things he put in his food were usually meat—carbuncle, goblin, naga, imp—not things that  he himself  would consume. Things that no one would agree to put in their body if they were aware of what they were eating. Oh no. Dingo seemed to take some kind of pleasure in giving the strange "food" concoctions to unsuspecting people. As much as Cidd loved him, he wished he would stop doing that. Give people the option to say yes or no before giving them the strange dish. Then again, Dingo was well aware that nobody would  willingly  consume his food unless they were starving and had no other food option left to them.

"Hmmm." Dingo examines his kill, gently turning it this way and that. Eventually he sighs and drops it, indicating to his companion that this ingredient was ruined—it was far too burnt, he should have used more restraint—not that Cidd would honestly care. In fact, he’s very likely celebrating the fact that the redhead can’t cook with the naga. He glanced at the suin from the corner of his eye. Well...maybe not celebrating it  vocally.

He straightened up, gave a stretch, and stepped away from the burnt reptile. It was no use to him with how much heat it had suffered from his gloven. He heaved a sigh of disappointment, but he did try to cheer himself up with thoughts of finding more ingredients, though it didn’t do much to uplift his mood. "Guess we’ll just have to find new food."

"Or, or," Cidd began, waving his hands, "I could cook dinner." The suin gave a hopeful smile as Dingo turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I’m sure I can find vegetables to make a soup with. The only challenge would be making a broth."

Dingo blinked. Well...that was unexpected. Cidd didn’t often offer to make dinner, but that was only because the redhead insisted that  he do the cooking considering he was the one with the most experience in cooking though the suin was always annoyed by this afterwards and ignored him for several hours, but could never stay mad at him long no matter what the crazed chef did. Maybe that’s because of the love Cidd felt for him or maybe it was because that’s just who Cidd was. Either way, the chef was glad for it.

Dingo shifted his weight, opened his mouth and prepared to decline, but a second look at the suin’s face had him closing it. He wanted to, he had offered, and perhaps it would not hurt to let Cidd be in charge of tonight’s dinner for once.

"All right," the redhead said after awhile. "If you  really  want to cook dinner, well it’s not really my place to tell you otherwise."

"It wasn’t the other times I offered either," the brunet pointed out.

"Cidd." There was a warning edge to the taller man’s voice. A ‘don’t push it’ sort of tone.

The ingredients for Cidd’s vegetable soup hadn’t taken all that long to acquire. Mushrooms, lentils, celery, watercress, carrots, onions, tomatoes, peas—the mushrooms and watercress they had been able to gather themselves, the rest they had had to go and get from a marketplace in the nearest town. A thorough cleaning of the pot and filling it with clean water, a campfire nicely lit beneath, and Cidd was ready to begin.

Watching Cidd cook turned out to be an almost surreal experience for Dingo. He wonders if it is because he is unused to seeing the suin cook, having insisted on doing all of it himself until today or if he’s just surprised to see that Cidd knows what he’s doing.  Of course he knows what he’s doing , Dingo scolded himself, he wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t. Well, maybe that wasn’t true. Even if he didn’t, Cidd would likely  still  offer if only to avoid eating his food.  Some people just don’t appreciate good food , Dingo thought as he crossed his arms.

Within an hour, maybe two, the soup was done and they were sitting down to eat. It was good, the red-head found, flavors bursting on his tongue. Just enough salt and spice to make the dish pleasing to eat. Enough so that, surprisingly, Dingo asked for seconds and praised it as he did so. Cidd had blushed so profusely at the compliments that his whole face had gone red, though he did re-fill the redhead’s bowl.

Later, Dingo helps Cidd with cleaning the dishes and the suin was grateful for it. Through it, they mad idle chit-chat, talking about mundane things like weather and what they’ll be hired for next or if they’ll ever have to find new members for the Wild Dog Company; ending with Dingo teasing Cidd for pretty much being the mascot and the suin, in turn, poking fun at his obsession with ingredients. It was all in good fun, no harm was meant.

After drying the dishes, the two put them away until the next time they would use them again. Then it got quiet between them as they went to set up camp, deciding that this was a good place as any to rest for the night, especially since it didn’t really make any sense to go looking for an inn or better place to camp considering this is where they had made dinner and that the light was fast fading. They were mercenaries, they could handle monsters, but neither were keen on traipsing around in the dark, even  with  Cidd’s ability to see in the dark.

They pull up the tent, roll out their bedrolls. The fire is re-lit once the sun has fully gone down. Silence blankets them and they welcome it for a time. It is a decently warm night, made even warmer by the fire. Cidd feels his head fall upon the redhead’s shoulder, the chef wrapping an arm around the lean waist to pull him closer, and the brunet almost falls asleep, lulled by the warmth of his friend and the fire. Almost. Until Dingo opens his mouth and says, “I’m never going to change, Cidd.”

“What?” the suin looks at him, unsure if he heard correctly, and Dingo repeats himself. Cidd stares at him, mouth open in an ‘o’, surprised, unsure of what to say. He lifts his head off the broad shoulder to find Dingo looking at him, eyes narrowed as he waits for an answer. Mind trying to process what the hell is happening, Cidd said, “I...I don’t  want you to change, Dingo. It might be hard for you to believe, but I love you. All of you. The good and the bad.” He pauses searching for something, for what he’s not sure, before repeating, “I don’t want you to change.”

“I know.” Dingo closed his eyes briefly. “I know. I’m just letting you know that I will always be your Dingo. The Dingo that you love.”

Cidd sighed and nuzzled the other’s shoulder, wrinkling his nose at the smell of blood. “What brought this on?” he asked.

“It just came to me today,” the redhead admitted. “I was thinking of how you’re always scolding me over my choice of ingredients. And as much as I love you, I’m not changing that part of me. That’s just who I am.”

Cidd was silent for a while, thinking that over. After a while, he replied. “I know and I meant what I said. I don’t want you to change. As aggravating as it is to find out I’ve consumed goblins or naga, I don’t want it to change.” He looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “Frankly, I think I would be terrified one day to find that you became a completely different Dingo.”

Dingo laughed. “Well you don’t have to worry about that because it’s never happening.” He smiled softly down at Cidd. “Come on, hushpuppy. Let’s get you to bed before you end up using  me as a pillow.”

The suin raised an eyebrow. “Would you really be opposed to that?”

Tweaking his ear, Dingo chuckled, “Not at all.”

Fin~

[alvaar-aldaviir]

Masterwork

Time Frame: Post Shadowbringers. No Spoilers.

Notes: Onesided Alphinaud/Alvaar. Again featuring the best moonstone summon there ever was. All hail the carbuncle fluff. Glory to the glowiest and fuzziest neck warmer.

Cross-posted to Ao3.

-

These were the sort of days that he lived for. Quiet, peaceful, and left to while the time away on absolutely nothing. No one kicking in the door with the next plot twist in their lives. No emergency threat or enemy, or... missing utensil or whatever else could somehow become an emergency...

Alvaar was not a man who generally liked to be idle, but with how horrifically busy his life had become once his name had been made synonymous with ‘Warrior of Light’, it was a welcome change when it found him.

Usually his hands would be busy with a commission or side project but for once he was caught up and the day oddly free. It meant he could cook an actual meal or two, perhaps make it the bulk of a way through a new novel, and probably take a nap in the afternoon shade. Hell, he might even pick up his harp later and grace the local tavern just for fun.

But for now, he was content sitting in the study, mostly buried under the glowing white fur of a moonstone carbuncle, listening to the furious scratch of a quill while he read. Alphinaud always seemed to have something to do, shut up in the study with Scion work or his own research when there were no pressing meetings or trouble. If nothing else, it made finding someone to try his latest baked good easier, some soft flaky pastry he’d learned from a baker on his latest travels.

It had paired rather well with mulled tea, though he might need to change the spices a bit. Still, the steady movement of pen nib and tempo of the chronometer on the wall were making him sleepy. A fact not helped by the cozy warmth of the carbuncle draped over his chest in the lazy slouch he’d assumed, nuzzling further into his neck as he pets soft fur idly. Failing a fifth time at the same passage he gave up and let the book fall closed, setting it aside and hugging the large summon tighter a moment as he shut his eyes.

An early nap indoors was just as good when he got plenty of sun and wind in his travels. Having a cozy soft cuddle monster for company wouldn’t be remiss either.

-

“Alvaar would you mind reading this over for me, I want to make sure it’s clear what our intentions are,” Alphinaud asked, perking up after a moment when he received no reply. “Alvaar?”

Looking up he blinked at the small couch the Bard had reclined in, raising a brow at the bright glow of his summon curled up on the man’s chest. He was seldom ever surprised to find the carbuncle on Alvaar’s lap when his thoughts drifted, though when the Bard asked, he insisted he had no idea why.

Rising to his feet he paced over quietly, tilting his head as he studied Alvaar’s face as he slept. A fairly deep sleep for the Bards usual if he hadn’t stirred awake yet. Usually he was a rather light sleeper, waking even if you just stared at him for too long.

The moonstone carbuncle perked up at his approach, offering a friendly chirp of greeting.

“Little brat,” he murmured fondly, petting the summons ears gently. “You know better,” he chided despite himself. He’d spent years telling Alvaar that his summons were incapable of conscious thought and now he was treating it like it could... Bard nonsense was truly contagious.

There was no mystery to the carbuncle’s behavior. Not when you had studied and designed it at least, or that was what he swore by. Whatever weird quirks of behavior were all from the embellishment of the design. Those extra lines and orders he’d woven into its arcane geometries, some old patterns from his previous summons, and others new.

It wasn’t strange at all that this carbuncle had the highest penchant for finding the Bard when it was idle. It had been designed specifically to help protect others after all. Imbued with healing magic and protective spells, the best of his white magic that he could muster. The product of years of research and a vow to protect and help those they could yet save. Countless tweaks and revisions, putting a bit more of himself into it each time.

And if there were a few extra lines in that geometry specific to Alvaar well, it was logical when they worked so closely together.

Because he worried about him and his safety.

Because he’d vowed to himself that Alvaar would never have to feel alone.

... Because he adored him and wanted to keep him safe in whatever way he could.

Reaching over to grab the throw blanket Alvaar had made and insisted stay over the back of the study couch, he settled it over him carefully. An unsubtle mimicry of the many times Alvaar had done this for him.

Pondering it a moment he sat down beside the Bard carefully, setting his letter that still needed proofing on the end table. Slipping a bit further down in his seat so he could lean his head against Alvaar’s shoulder, he sighed softly.

Well, he really should have someone look over that letter before he sent it, and it was his last bit of Scion work for the day. A nap sounded like a good idea after hours of diligent research.

It was definitely not from being the faintest bit jealous of his summon who got to cuddle up against the Bard freely. Even if he did think Alvaar carrying the large creature was quite adorable.

As if privy to the thoughts his summon tilted its head to regard him, chirping again softly in question. It was a sound he knew, specific to asking ‘who’ as it often would when needing a target. It quickly fell into soft purrs as he pets its head, silently reassuring that everything was fine and it had picked the correct person. Which was something that really should have required words now that he thought of it...

Just a quirk. Not sentience.

If Alvaar had his personal masterpieces, the songs he’d crafted himself to embody his ideals, then perhaps this was the beginning of his.

.... he just really hoped that Alvaar would find him handsome instead of adorable when he finally brought up the fact he was in love with him.

.... and that maybe he was just a bit taller too.

[inevitablesurrender]

Had to get a shot of what I saw out my bathroom window this morning.

There was a new deck visitor early this afternoon.  The housemate told me to look out the window, and I did.  Only to see a small (not a baby, but far from full grown) black bear on the deck.  ...I would have taken a picture, but I was a little busy hobbling down the stairs to open the window and shout at the bear asshole batting at the bird feeder.  Luckily they realized their error and... rather politely opened the deck gate and went down the stairs.  ...Then I had to get down the basement steps and continue making noise until they actually went back into the woods.  Got no problem with bears, but if you don’t run them off immediately they’re gonna wind up getting themselves (at the very least) killed, and I hope we don’t see them again.  Even if it was kind of nice to be so close, still.  Bear.  And a rude bear at that.

I’m also pretty sure I haven’t shared the “PG edit” of my Carbuncle jacket that amuses me endlessly because it turned out exactly as I’d hoped: artfully janky and ultimately completely useless with any movement whatsoever:

I definitely did laugh when I got it all put together.

Not worth posting on the art blog, I assure you.  (Yes technically I could have made it “fit” better with even smaller beads, but... no.)

Also, because I had to go grocery shopping last night and failed to pick up any fucks on the way:

Gingerbread Oreos are... way better than they ought to be.  There’s still that “tastes like what I imagine eating a scented candle must taste like” aftertaste at the very end, but before that it’s kind of great.  I can live with that, I’ll eat them.  Haven’t tried the Pop Tarts yet, but... gotta try weird Pop Tarts.  Like Oreos and Doritos, you can’t just let that stuff safely stay a mystery when 99% of the time this knowledge leads to regret.

(Yeah I’ll try those pretzel Pop Tarts eventually.  I’m... waiting.  I guess.)

[the-passing-flame-ffxiv-fanfic]

The Passing Flame Ch. 3

The day past in a blur for Rhun as his mind was heavy in thought. While everyone else played and enjoyed time with each other, he was very disconnected with reality.

“Rhun?”

“…..”

“RHUN?!”

Rhun snapped his head up hearing his name yelled and was met with his uncle. Alphinaud smiled warmly at his nephew, knowing something was troubling him. “Everyone left ages ago.”

“Oh, sorry, just going over lessons of the day. I’ll leave right now.” Rhun began to clean up his books and store them under his desk quickly. “Rhun, if something is troubling you, I hope you know you can speak with me.” Alphinaud recognized the pained look in the young Elezens eyes. It was the same look Harune would have when she bottled up things on their many journeys across the realms.

Both Hyliea and Railee were very much vocal about their emotions or what worries befell their young minds, but Rhun always kept everything bottled up. Alphinaud didn’t understand why at times, even his own daughter wasn’t afraid to tell it bluntly. “I’m fine uncle, really. Just tired from training and a little worried about Krile’s new class.” Rhun felt terrible lying to Alphinaud. Truth be told, he adored his uncle more than anyone, even his own parents. He wanted to be smart, brave and a well versed summoner just like him, but he knew what was expected of him was to be in a class like either one of his parents. “Rhun, please, if there is any way I could lessen-”

“You can’t!” Rhun shouted unexpectedly. “You can’t help me, not with this…” He sighed then turned and jolted out the room leaving Alphinaud stunned and even more concerned than before. As he approached the Scholars exit, he could hear the familiar sounds of his sisters and cousin. Rhun didn’t want to cause any more questions towards himself and slowed his approach until he was at a walking pace. “There’s the idiot. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!” Hyliea called out to her brother.

“Hyl- Oh forget it. Rhun, Tsuyu informed us that we are going to have a party tonight with the members of the alliance. Aunty YeeYee and Uncle Uri will be there too!” Railee smiled excitedly. “M’toya and the others returned to their dorms to prepare.” “Oh? That’s awesome.” Rhun gave a convincing smile. “I can’t wait to see everyone. M’toya must be happy to see his father again.” M’toya always told Rhun how amazing his father was, how much he looked up to him and supported him even when his mother was weary of his experiments.

Rhun also knew he would have to steer clear of his uncle Uri, as nothing got past his all-knowing eyes. “Me and Izzy are headed home to help mama bake sweets before daddy gets home. He always tries to help and ends up having to call grandpa Cid to repair the stove.” Fae turned in the direction of her home. “I’ll see you at the party.” The young girl waved and left with her carbuncle in tow.

The three siblings began their journey home as well, mostly Hyliea and Railee talking about the day and their excitement for the party to come. Rhun followed behind, lost in his own headed and thinking of excuses to make if anyone caught him in such a state. As they approached their home, Hyliea flung open the door which made their mother jump. “WE HAVE RETURNED!!” Hyliea shouted gleefully. “Hyliea Lou Hibiki! What have I told you about throwing the door open in such a barbaric manner?!” Alisaie scolded as she held her chest from shock.

“Mother, Hyliea is the definition of Barbaric.” Railee teased as she waited for Rhun to enter then closed the door gently. “Fenyx, Akelda and Tsuyu are attending our Scholar now. It’s a joy to be together again.” Alisaie approached her three children and gave each a kiss on the forehead, ruffling Hylieas hair for good measure. “I am pleased you three are enjoying your time with your friends. Word had reached their parents about how great Ala Mhigan Scholar is and they decided it was in their children’s best interest to send them here.”

Rhun gave a wary eye to his mother, he knew she was lying and that the real reason was for their protection. His stomach was in knots and he felt like puking, the knowledge he held was weighing heavy. “I’m going to lie down and rest before the party.” Rhun excused himself and made his way to his shared room.

Once he was in the safety of his bed, he closed his eyes and let the world melt away for a while. The sounds of his sisters and mother cooking in the kitchen gave him some comfort of distraction. He could slightly hear Railee telling off Hyliea for sneaking samples of the food and his mother telling off the both of them for their squabbling. Rhun started to drift into a deep slumber, his mind allowing him rest.

“Hear…”

Rhun opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness as his body fell downwards. He braced himself for impact but felt his body slow and gently touch the ground. “What…ngh!” He shielded his eyes from the bright light that appeared far in front of him.

“Hear…. Feel….”

Rhun turned to spot the owner of the voice, feeling himself vulnerable and slightly scared. “Who are you!” He yelled but heard no answer in return. Suddenly, darkness clouded the light, as he turned to see what caused the overcast, he was met by a person in dark robes reaching out to him.

Rhun woke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. He scanned the room, making sure the masked individual was not around. The door clicked open, which caused Rhun to jump. Railee peaked her head in, smiling gently seeing Rhun was already up. “Mother sent me to wake you, we’ll be leaving in a few bells.”

Rhun nodded slightly and stood from his bed and walked over to the door. “Thanks Rai, I’ll start to get rea- umm…what are you doing?” He asked as Railee got closer, examining her brother. “Bad dream or fever?” She asked concerned, putting her hand to his forehead. “Bad dream. Some dark figure, I don’t know. Kinda fuzzy.” Rhun shrugged. “Hmm… All of papa’s old adventure stories probably. Happens to me every now and again.” She smiled then got in whispering distance. “Don’t tell her, but Hyliea as well. Sometimes she still sneaks in my bed or mama and papa’s.” Railee giggled then left.

Rhun smiled happily, Railee always had a way to make him feel equal to their eldest triplet. He quickly dressed, pushing back his thoughts of earlier. The feeling of excitement filled his soul at the thought of seeing many of his friends and family together once more.

“Come on, hurry up all of you. Papa has a surprise for all of us. We don’t want to be late! Hyliea, leave your sword! Railee, make sure Hyliea isn’t sneaking any weapons out this house. Rhun, shoes and help me carry these dishes! Let’s go!” Alisaie called out to her three children.

As she waited outside for the three of them to gather, her mind drifted off to fond memories of the past. Fighting all over the realm and even one not their own, facing untold horrors, sin eaters, corrupted beast tribes and fighting an all-out war with Garlemald. Even with so much under her belt, nothing ever prepared her for motherhood. Alisaie didn’t think pregnancy would be much of an issue, but carrying triplets was a harder than any fight she’d encounter. Mood swings, sleepless nights, discomfort, many restroom breaks, weird cravings and birthing them was no easy task. Alisaie chuckled at the memory of the expression Harune made when Y’shtola told her their children would have to be cut out as it was the safer method than normal delivery.

Her hand drifted down to where the scar laid under her shirt, her most favored scar, the scar of motherhood. Alisaie also recalled the journey both her and Harune undertook to have children. Visiting each of the Twelves monuments and asking for guidance and their blessing, much like they did before they married. Harune became frustrated when no answer came, not even from mother Hydaelyn. Though, once they returned to Idyllshire, they came to see the twelve did grant their prayers. Both Krile and Alphinaud discovered a long forgotten book that spoke of a potion called fantasia. It would allow the one who drank such potion to transform into the opposite gender or another race entirely. The joy that washed over them, Alisaie can only recall it as Euphoric. Harune remained a male for well over a month, causing much confusion, laughter and odd looks. Alisaie loved Harune dearly, knowing what she continued to put herself through for their future, made her love the warrior of light even more.

When it was discovered Alisaie was pregnant, Harune took the other vile of Fantasia and reverted back to her original self. The months flew by and now, so did the years as their three bundles quickly grew into beautiful young adults. Alisaie did miss the days when they crawled into her lap or wanted to be held close. But she knew they were gaining strength in their wings and would soon fly into the world and make their own name in life.

“Mom?”

“MOM!”

Alisaies’ thoughts were interrupted by Hyliea tugging on her sleeve. “I thought you wanted to not be late?” She smirked which earned her hair being ruffled by Alisaie. “Can I not indulge in my own thoughts?” Alisaie smiled and looked on to see both Railee and Rhun with a dish in their hands. Before she could pick up the one she set on the porch, Hyliea quickly grabbed it away.

“You do a lot… Soo… we got this.” The older twin blushed and hurried along to her other siblings. Alisaies’ heart warmed at the words, her children may be unruly at times, but they did know how to make a mothers’ heart melt. The journey to the banquet was a short one, the three quickly placed the dishes on the table where many others laid and hurried off to be with their friends. Y’shtola, being close by, quickly blocked off the three from joining their friends.

“And where do you think you’re going without giving Aunty YeeYee a hug?” She smiled and opened her arms to the three of them, who, one by one offered a hug to which she returned with one of her own and a kiss to their cheeks. “Ehhh… Aunty, we are too old for kisses!” Hyliea grumbled as she wiped her cheek. “Oh? Is that so? Well, looks like I have to kiss your cheeks until you learn not to wipe off my love.” Y’shtola teased making Hyliea take off running. Railee and Rhun held their sides as they almost fell over with laughter. Railee was the next to venture off to find the others, leaving Rhun to catch up. Once he waved goodbye to Y’shtola, he turned to run only to bump into Urianger. “Oh… Ow…. Sorry uncle Uri, didn’t see you.” The tall Elezen man chuckled as he helped Rhun stand. “thou wouldst regard there be a fire.” Urianger smiled and gentle ruffled the boys’ hair. “Be on thy way child, M’toya hath inquired on thoust whereabouts.” Rhun nodded and quickly ran off to find M’toya and the others.

As the children played and the adults conversed in idle chatter, a load roar pierced the sky, making all attendees look up. “PAPA BROUGHT MIDGARD!!!!” Hyliea shouted in excitement as she and the others quickly ran to and flocked around the old dragon. Harune dismounted Midgardsormr, gently patting his neck in thanks. “Careful, the brood is coming.” She warned her old friend who chuckled.

“They will be well protected; I shall let no harm befall them.” Midgardsormr spoke lowly as the children bounded up to him. “It’s not them I’m worried about at the moment.” Harune walked on as the children rushed past her, she realized greeting the young ones fell on deaf ears as they swarmed the dragon, hugging, climbing and begging for rides. Harune approached Alisaie, giving her a gentle kiss as she joined in the conversations with old friends. “It’s like they have never been apart.” She smiled. As the party commenced, Aymeric made note of the smaller form of Midgardsormr flying about and the horde of children chasing him. “Who knew a dragon would make a fine baby sitter?” He chuckled as he turned to continue a conversation with Harune and Lord Hein.

“Quite, But I think our old friend here has had just about enough of the broodings’.” Harune motioned as Midgardsormr perched himself on a high ledge, out of reach of the children.

“C’mon, Midgard!” “No.” “We just wanna play!” “Pulling mine tail, grabbing mine horns and jumping on mine wings is not playing, ‘tis painful.” “But you’re small now.” “No, one of thou intends to squeeze me lifeless and the other-” “I want to dress him up.” “….. Be gone.”

As the children continued to try and convince Midgardsormr to continue to be their play toy, Urianger approached Harune and slyly whispered in her ear to join him and a few others, out of earshot of the children. A few stayed behind, as to not make their interactions suspicious, only Alisaie, Alphinaud, Hein, Lucia and Lyse were present.

“Okay, we know you Urianger, what have you found out?” Harune started with her gaze fixated on the eldest Elezen among them. Urianger was quiet for a long moment, his fingers on his chin as to think of a precise way to begin this conversation. “By the Twelve! Spit it out already!” Alisaie piped in, her patients wearing thin. “Older, yet still as hot headed as ever I see.” Alphinaud quip earning a glare from his sister. “Alphinaud… I have half a mind to-”

“Be still.” Urianger spoke with a sternness. “I hast been pouring all mine time into researching why an ascian hath decided to grace us when we had banished 'em long since. Yet due to the dreams our children hast been having…. I arriveth a conclusion.” Urianger then turned to Harune before he went on further. “Pray tell, thou told us thou had dreams of Hydealyn ere meeting us, correct?”

Harune nodded solemnly, feeling panic well up inside her chest. “I had dreams as a child as well, but on my way to Thanalan, the dreams became much clearer and when it came to facing Ifrit…. That’s when I learned I was her chosen.” Urianger nodded as if his theory was correct. “I believeth, at which cometh to our children, the path we hath walked shall be theirs to inh'rit.” Eyes were fixated on the elder Elezen, no one wanting to speak, even breath that this fear would be true. Lyse glanced over at the children playing with Y’shtola and the others, her hand over her heart as if trying to ease the pain that dared to pierce her heart.

“They are so young, younger than any of us were, even Alisaie and Alphinaud. It is not fair that they continue after us. It is not what I wanted for Lyam.” Lyse spoke with tears daring to fall. “Nor I for Fae. She is only twelve summers old.” Alphinaud looked on to his smiling daughter. “I can agree that none of us want for our children to walk our path, tis a cruel fate we never wished for. Though if this Ascian reborn is to be true… We must prepare them.” Lucia spoke sternly. “I arriveth to receive Hydaelyn shall bless some with the Echo, and amongst our children, chose a new champion of light.” Urianger looked directly in Alisaie and Harune’s direction.

“To be more direct, one of thy three.”

[precisemuseum]

     “So, where shall we travel to next?” When Ally, who’d finally calmed down, asked us that, I looked at Arle.

     “Hmm… Arle, does anyone come to mind?”

     “Me?” Arle’s eyes widened as she pointed at herself.

     “Yeah!” I nodded. “Like, someone who seems like they’d know something about love!”

We asked people I knew, and people Ringo knew, so now...it was Arle’s turn, right?

     “Uhm…”

     “Can’t think of anyone?”

     “...No, I’ve got someone in mind, but…” Arle muttered. 

Huuuh? It kinda seems like it’s hard for her to say.

     “You have someone in mind, you say?!” Ally exclaimed.

     “I do, but...how do I put it? Just imagining how this is gonna go makes me reeaaally not want to ask her, of all people…”

     “Whatever do you mean?”

     “...You get what I mean, right, Carby?”

     “Gugu~gu!”

What did Arle mean? ...It looked like Carbuncle already knew.

     “Arle, if you really have someone in mind, we’d better go collect data from them,” Ringo said. 

     Arle let out a resigned laugh. “Yeah. You’re right.”

     “Okay, then, let’s try to find her. This way, everyone!” In a flash, Arle perked up again and headed off with a smile, sending her cape fluttering behind her. 

The rest of us followed her lead.

...

     “O~hohoho...how naive! WIND KICK!”

     “Right back at you! ...NIGHT BLADE!”

Puyo, Puyo, Puyoyoyoyo!

By the roadside, a young lady with blue, wavy hair and a handsome man with silver hair were having a flashy Puyo battle.

     Arle took one look at them and said, “Over there—found her!”

     “The pair that are engaged in a Puyo battle, you mean?” Ally asked.

     “Yeah, you see that girl over there? I’m pretty sure she’ll be willing to talk all about love.” 

     “Is that so?! It sounds like she will be very helpful!”

     “Y-yeah… I’ll bet she’ll talk our ears off about the person she likes...right, Carby?”

     “Guguuu…”

...Ah. I think now I kinda get what Arle means...

     “Well anyway, Rulue and Schezo look like they’re in high spirits, huh. There they go, bickering and battling again.”

     “Gu-gu!”

The blue-haired lady’s name is Rulue. She’s got that sexy, mature, and beautiful vibe to her! ...But she can be a little scary when she gets mad. Even while looking that pretty, she's got a lot of dynamic hand-to-hand fighting moves and calls herself the “Fighting Queen”! 

And the silver-haired man holding his own firmly against that Fighting Queen is Schezo. He dresses like a swordsman with armor and his trusty sword always at his waist. His handsome face and his sharp and focused eyes make him look real dignified, not to mention the cool, confident way he carries himself. But he also has some habits that are a little weird…

Puyo! Puyo! Puyo! Puyoyoyoyo!

     “Not bad…but this is the end! FIGHTING QUEEN!”

     “Hmph! For once, I concur. Roar, Dark Sword! SHOCKWAVE!”

The two didn’t seem to notice that we were watching. They just kept on Puyo battling like normal.

Whoa—both of them set off some really huge chains! How can they keep on throwing so many Nuisance Puyo at each other like that?! Just watching them had me on the edge of my seat!

     “I had no idea Puyo Battles could become this intense…” It looked like Ally was just as captivated.

     “Just what in the world transpired between them to warrant such a volatile battle?” Ringo mumbled.

     Arle answered, “Hmmm… They’re probably just fighting over something pointless again.”

     Ally covered her mouth with both hands in surprise. “EHH?! How terrible—we must stop them!”

     But Arle’s tone stayed casual. “No need to worry, Ally. Fighting is basically how they express their friendship.”

     “Th...they’re friends, even though they fight?” Ally asked nervously.

Arle didn’t take her eyes off of Rulue and Schezo. From the side, we saw her smiling.

     “Yeah, they are. Even if they look angry, I think it’s their way of bonding. Trust me, even when it looks like they’re fighting to the death, they’re actually having the time of their life.”

     “So they’re just having fun?”

     “Fighting gives them a chance to grow stronger, I guess. And growing stronger is something they’re both very serious about.” 

     “What a peculiar sort of friendship…”

     “Gu~gugu!”

Ally folded her hands together and let out a deep sigh as she turned back toward Rulue and Schezo’s ongoing battle.

     “I see, they are not fighting in bad faith, but challenging each other in earnest, as friends… This is… This is…”

     “Ally?”

     “This is LOVE, right?!” 

     “WAH!”

In a burst of emotion, Ally let out a loud cry, surprising us all! And, of course, the two in battle also heard her. 

     “Hm…? What’s that?”

     “Is there someone else present besides us, I wonder?”

Still locked in battle, Rulue and Schezo briefly glanced our way. At that moment, Ally threw her arms open toward them—and she started running.

...Hang on, Ally! What are you doing—?!

     “Oh, Noble Rulue and Noble Schezo, these are your names, no? Your passionate, love-filled Puyo battle has moved me so deeply! I ask of you, please show me more of your love—!”

     “WHAT?!” 

...And here we go again. Ally’s just coming on way too strong!!

Rulue and Schezo had both screamed and frozen in place at her shocking remark. In their distraction, the huge chains they had been building were left interrupted and started to teeter… And since the oncoming Nuisance Puyo had nowhere to go…

THUMP THUMP THUMP, WHAM—!!

     “EEEEEEEEEEK!”

     “Guh… UWAAAAH!”

The Nuisance Puyo rained down from above their heads and crushed Rulue and Schezo flat!

Oh no no no, are they okay?!

     “Geez...I’ll be over there in a sec,” Arle called.

     “Gu-guguuu…?”

     “Are you two all right?!” Ringo said, rushing over with her.

I hurriedly joined them in digging Rulue and Schezo free from the Puyo. 

     “All right, you ask…? How, pray tell, could we be ‘all right’ after this?!” yelled Rulue.

     “What in the world was that—that speech! I’ve never been greeted in a more disturbing way!” Schezo complained.

The two crawling out from underneath the Puyo were, as you’d expect, really mad.

     “Ah… Th-this is my fault, isn’t it? My exclamation has disturbed your expressions of love… I’m so sorry!” Ally apologized, panicking all the while.

Uhm, well, I think she’s probably missed the point…?

     “WHO are you suggesting to be in love with THAT fiend?!” Rulue snapped, thrusting a finger at Schezo. “Don’t make me laugh!” 

     “Me, in love with that banshee?! What a tasteless insult. I don't know who you are, but do you really want to taste my blade that badly?” Schezo, too, flung his finger out towards Rulue.

...See? That’s what I meant.

     “Hey now, hold your horses. Ally doesn’t mean any harm.” Arle came to Ally’s rescue, waving down the two pointing at each other with a "whoa there" motion.

     Rulue dropped her finger and folded her arms. “Ally? Do you mean this girl?” 

     “Ah... Yes,” Ally answered, “I am called Ally! I am Arle’s friend, and currently, I am fully invested in my quest for love!” Looking flustered under Rulue’s haughty glare, she quickly bent over into a bow.

     Schezo scoffed. “Love? Hmph. How worthless.”

     Ally’s eyes widened. Then, with her fists clenched tightly, she insisted, “It— It is not worthless in the slightest! If the world was filled with love, everyone would be able to live happily ever after. That is the incredible power of love!!”

     “You can think whatever you like. Your delusions are no concern of mine,” Schezo said bluntly.

     “How cold!” Ally cried.

Schezo turned aside, looking annoyed. Meanwhile, Rulue had placed a hand on the dejected Ally’s shoulder.

     “Ally, was it? Listen now, there’s no need for you to hear the boring words of a boring man.”

     “What did you just say?!”

Paying no attention to Schezo’s offended glare, Rulue flipped open her handheld fan with a fwip.

     “More importantly...if you wish to know about love, then you should lend your ear to the one who lives for love and fights for love—the Fighting Queen Rulue! O~HOHOHO!”

     “...Yep, that’s Rulue for you,” Arle said under her breath. “Ask her about love, and she’ll be all over it in an instant.” 

     “Guu…” Carbuncle agreed.

     Ally tilted her head to the side. “You live and fight…for love?”

     “Yes! And my love is...no other than the Dark Prince himself, my Darling Satan!!”

     “Darling Satan?!”

...Ah, the conversation’s going just the way I thought it would. 

     “I knew it was going to end up like this…” Arle muttered.

You see, Rulue’s way of speaking, her dynamic personality, and her hand-to-hand techniques are all unbelievable. But to me, the most unbelievable thing is how she's always chasing after that Satan guy at full force!

     Rulue continued her loud speech, fanning herself. “My Darling Satan himself is the apotheosis of love! To speak about love without mentioning his name is a sheer impossibility. He is handsome beyond compare, strong and kind, and proud...and then there is I, who cannot exist without loving him, the embodiment of his love—Rulue!”

     “I’m afraid I do not quite understand, but I can feel the strength of your love!” Ally said enthusiastically, drawn in by Rulue’s energy.

     “O~hohoho! Oh...Darling Satan! Your Rulue recalls your lovely form each and every second, deepening her love with each and every breath she takes!” 

     “What an incredible frequency!” 

     “No matter how much I love and adore him, it is never enough love for him; Darling Satan is a black hole that absorbs the infinity of love…”

     “What an impressive scale!”

     “But I will not relent! My love shall continue to pour out for him, equally infinitely!”

     “What an amazing power!” 

     “I am telling you, there has never been a love stronger than ours!”

     “Yes, it would appear so!”

...Ally was fascinated and wowed by Rulue’s every word. Wow, Rulue sure is just as unbelievable as ever! I jumped the first time I heard Rulue talk about “Darling Satan,” and it still amazes me even now. Although it’s got nothing to do with me personally, listening to her always somehow makes me feel super embarrassed. That’s just how super intense her feelings are, and they never seem to let up! 

Hmm… Why is it that even though I don't really get the whole romance thing, just hearing about it always makes me so excited I wanna squeal?

     By my side, Ringo seemed pretty calm as she commented, “This lady never is thrown off her equilibrium, is she...”

As for Arle and Schezo, it looked like they were already all too used to Rulue’s behavior. Arle gave a dry laugh, while Schezo looked like he had just given up. 

     Ally then exclaimed enthusiastically, “I too wish to experience love with this Darling Satan!”

...That very second, Rulue’s smile disappeared.

     “Ack! Ally, that’s a little—!” Arle called out in a bit of a panic, “Uhm, telling Rulue that you want to ‘experience love’ with Satan is probably not something you wanna do…”

     “Huh? Pardon me? Would there be a problem if Noble Darling Satan and I fell in love with one another…?” Ally asked, looking back at Arle. 

Ally, behind you—behind you!! Rulue’s face is getting scarier by the second!!

     “Ally, was it? ...Would you mind saying that again one more time?” Rulue growled.

     “Uhm… EEP?!” 

Once Ally got a glance of Rulue’s face, she leapt back. 

     “Who did you say wants to experience love with Darling Satan…? You are aware that in this entire world, there is only one person who is allowed to engage in love with Darling Satan, yes? That being me, the Fighting Queen Rulue…!”

     “I-I-I-I see, I understand now!”

     “So, the next time I hear such an insolent remark…”

     “There will not be one! I will not say anything else of the sort, so erm… Please, you’re scaring me—!”

Unable to watch Ally tremble in fear any longer, Arle threw her a lifeline.

     “Rulue, calm down. For Ally, ‘love’ is, uhm...kinda like a catchphrase? She won’t actually fall in love with Satan, so you have nothing to worry about!”

     “Hmph!” Rulue turned aside in a huff.

     “Come on, Rulueee…” Arle pleaded with a strained smile. 

     Hiding behind her back, Ally muttered, “I had no idea love could take such a form as well… Noble Rulue, you and the Noble Darling Satan must pass each day in deep love with each other.”

     “Huh?”

I feel like I saw Rulue’s ear twitch at that. 

     “...I-I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. Ally, did you say something just now?”

     “Yes, I said that you and Noble Darling Satan must be so deeply in love…”

     “Speak up, would you? Once more!”

     “Noble Rulue and Noble Darling Satan are in love…?”

     “One more time!”

     “Noble Rulue and Noble Darling Satan are in love with each other—!!”

The scary face Rulue had been wearing up until now transformed into a bright smile in the blink of an eye.

     “Arle! What an extraordinarily lovely child this friend of yours is!”

     “Uh, yeah… Nice save, Ally.”

Ally stared at them blankly, like she didn’t really get what had just happened. A-anyway, catastrophe averted!

     “That a single word catalyzes that kind of incredible reaction within her…” Ringo said, and as she did, Schezo, who was standing next to her, started muttering to no one in particular. 

     “Rulue may always be clamoring about ‘Satan this, Satan that,’ but the subject of her desires himself continues to elude her in the waking world. It only makes sense that she would be overjoyed to hear her pathetic fantasy validated by someone else.” He snorted. “From where I stand, you can rightfully call Rulue’s and Satan’s relationship many things, but ‘in love’ is not one of them, least of all if we are speaking of mutual love.”

     “WHAT WAS THAT?!” This time Rulue exploded at Schezo. 

     Her anger didn’t faze him at all. He continued while waving his hand dismissively, “No matter how much time passes, Satan continues to avoid you. In what universe can that be called ‘being in love’?”

     “My darling is just a bit shy!”

     “Shy? That idiotic old man? That’s hilarious.”

     “Of course, I have yet to hone my qualities sufficiently! When I have done so, I am confident that he will graciously accept his Rulue’s love!”

     “Oh? And when will that be?” Schezo taunted coolly. 

     “What is that supposed to mean?!”

Schezo just wouldn’t stop mocking Rulue, and now it looked like he’d made her blow up again. 

     “I don’t want to hear that from someone who’s always, constantly pursuing Arle, despite her attempts to avoid him!”

     “Wha—?!”

Now it was Rulue who got Schezo worked up. ...And then there was someone else who was getting worked up about those words, but in a different way.

     “Pursuing Arle…? So the one known as Schezo is in love with Arle?”

     “Oh no, now you got her started again!” Arle was halfway shrieking, “Ally, you’ve got it all wrong! This is not what you think!!” She waved her hands with all her might, denying everything.

     “But, she said that Schezo is chasing after you…”

     “Don’t you dare misunderstand!” Now Schezo was shouting too. “All I desire is...Arle!”

     “What a wonderfully bold confession!” Ally was so thrilled, she almost started hopping up and down.

     “Gah?! I-I must have slipped up again…!”

     “Another textbook creeper line today. Full marks for that one,” Ringo said with a weak smile.

...There we go. Schezo’s got this tic where he makes super-shocking speaking mistakes when he gets excited, and then he gets called a “pervert” or a “creeper” for it. Even he's aware that it’s a problem, but…

     “Th-that’s not what I meant… I wanted to say, ‘All I desire is Arle’s power alone’... Why does this always happen to me…?!” Schezo held his head in his hands, shuddering. 

     “S-so you are not in love with Arle…?” Ally kept pressing.

     “I’m not! I feel nothing of the sort toward her!”

     “Is that so…”

     “I simply have no interest in anything other than Arle...!”

     “Then, you do love her?!”

     “Gah… I meant to say, ‘I simply have no interest in anything other than Arle’s power’…!”

     “Hey, I hate to cut in,” Arle interrupted with a dazed expression. She clearly hated having been made the subject of their mismatched conversation. “But what can I do to make you two stop before I hit my limit…?”

     “Gu-guguu…?”

     “We’re caught in a feedback loop here. This’ll continue ad infinitum at this rate,” Ringo spoke up, “so how about we just get going?”

     “Understood!” said Ally. She faced Rulue and Schezo and quickly dropped into a bow. “We will be on our way, but your experiences will be a great reference! Thank you! Both of you are truly overflowing with love!”

     “N-no, I am NOT ‘overflowing with love’!” Schezo protested, “Don’t you dare leave without allowing me to correct this glaring misunderstanding!”

     “Huh?”

     “I just...want Arle!”

     “Ah, how passionate you are in conveying your love!”

     “GAAAAH! NO, WAIT, THAT’S WRONG—!”

     “And you keep saying it over and over, too! Your persistence is so wonderful!

     “C’mon, we’re leaving, Ally.”

     “Gu-gugu!”

The more he tried to fix his mistake, the more agitated Schezo got and the more mistakes he kept making. 

     Rulue, who stood next to him, spoke with disgust in her voice, “What a truly incorrigible pervert…” 

As for us, we left them behind and headed off.

[thechoirrp]

Prompt #11 Snuff

hosted by : @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

Verb Phrases snuff out,to extinguish:to snuff out a candle. Leandra walks in the cold corridor of the mansion, it was better than the apartment in the middle of Ul’dah, but nothing compared to her own house in the capital. It’s been around ten hours that Karaan locks itself in his study, she could hear the scribble and curses coming from it.  She had prepared a meal and two cups of tea; a soft chuckle escapes her lips. “A house wise, now…”

She pushes the door open and enters the study. The room is fill with book on the floor and on shelves, at the end of it, a massive desk made of wood, on it,  two candles light on it, Karaan’s head turns in direction of the entrance of his study and arches an eyebrow seeing Leandra entering. “Hmm?” She answers with a soft : “ the voidkins of joy are sleeping,  I brought food and refreshments.”  

 The Archivist leans back on his chair and expels a long sigh, pushing aside the pile of drawing and notes, onto the floor next to him. Hidden under some books, is a bed, Karaan seems to use often in those days, lurking into the dream state he is call to. “Any new development” she inquires after offering the warm meal to him, grabbing her own cup of tea and sipping it. 

She looks at the few notes still on the desk, about Ronka, devices and aether. He curiosity getting better of her, she returns her emerald iris on her ally, smiling to him. “Tell me, maybe it will help you clarify your mind.” She paces behind while studying.Karaan nods and finishes his meal quickly. “Well, not much to be certain, mostly rumors, legends and more weird stuff that I am not even sure if it is all real.”

 He shakes his head. “So, I did a few jumps now, was able to reach their capital, I assume.” He pulls out a piece of paper. “From that library, I was able to learn that those Ronka.” He waves the piece of paper, over his shoulder, showing it to Leandra. “Well, they were an empire spreading around their lands, for millennials, they reach peak of technology and powers…” He chuckles.” And they fall…not sure what made them fall, but they did.” He glances over at her. “A bit like the Allag Empire here.”

 She nods and continues to sip her tea, leaning near one of the massive shelf fills with books and maps.“And?”

“From Rae, our guide; I guess, in this lovely adventure, his husband had this device before they met or found it before.” He shrugs and circles one of the pieces of paper and sticks on board looming over the desk. “That device is able to heal by he is assuming, taking aether from those around itself.” A tired laugh escapes his lips. “And it seems to stop aging to anyone affected by it.” He scribbles on a second pieces of paper and puts it next to the first one on the board. “You are following me.”

She mumbles a soft yes, between two sips of her tea, looking at the young man with a wide grin.

“Well, so thing seems to have got wrong the last time they used it; so, Rae decided to store it back to where he thought it came from. The Ronka Ruin in the middle of a massive forest.” He turns his chair to look at her. “Picture the Black Forest, but…darker, I guess.” He chuckles.” In that forest, the ruins of the Ronka seems to be sacred to a people : the Vii.” He chuckles.” It seems to be their version of Viera, with the same we go murder-bunny on anyone entering our own forest.”

 Leandra frowns and nods, remembering her own encounter with them during her time active.

“So, Sacred Ruin guarded by Viis; can’t deny it is a good hiding spot for device, you don’t want anyone to play with.” He returns his gaze on the desk and pulls out a third paper. “Well, it seems the ruin decided to add a layer of security, now there is a guardian standing near the entrance of the vault. Our…little…problem.”

 He sticks the last piece of  paper near the rest on the board.Leandra laughs. “It would have been too easy with just the murder-bunny.”Karaan empties his own cup of tea and nods. “Well, here what I was able to decipher from my notes, legends and by looking at it.” He leans back on his chair, looking directly at her. “It seems to have two states:  A vigilant state, who seems to be in an immaterial shape; from Rae, this shape is immune to any effect of aetherical power.” He stops. “and since it is …. incorporeal, I assume throwing swords and arrows will be just for comedic relief moment.” He continues about the guardian

He rubs his temple.” Once he has acquired a target or something move to close to the vault, it can take a more direct approach.  In this form, he can interact with his environment and I assume pummel any dumbass to close to the vault. 

““You assume?” She inquires, a soft giggle escaping her voice. “You didn’t try yourself.”

“I didn’t find any poor sob that I would have sacrifice for testing practice….I am not able to strap Ham on a carbuncle and studies how fast a dragon can fly after it..” He waves his hand in dismissal way when he sees her confusion. “A story for another day.”  He continues about the guardian

“The Guardian seems to be made of stone or material imitating the stone, so I assume hard enough to resist blunt damage long enough to pummel anyone close to his target.” He frowns. “the shape seems to be the one of bipedal, humanoid guardian.” He searches through his notes for a moment. “It doesn’t seem to be slow, from lore and legends I have found, they weren’t known for their slow massive thing.” He closes his eyes for a moment. 

“Here the part I find it hard and complicated. Rae told me the Guardian wasn’t there before, so we can assume the device, or the vault summon, create or call him to defend the vault and the device.” He turns his eyes toward the notes on the board. “The device is known to acquire aether from people near it; we could assume it could do the same with ambient aether, feeding it to itself and to the guardian to keep this dormant state for as long as he needs it. The little problem that I have with that guardian is the device is known to mend wound and stop aging; so I have to assume that if that thing is there to protect the device, the device may be able to mend any -wounds- we will inflict, seeping the aether from the lands itself…or ourselves if we are close enough. Or even, the Guardian could do it by itself, anyone close enough, if it can mimic any of the device ability.”

Leandra blinks and finishes her own cup of tea; while looking through the hundred of books around them, she smiles back to Karaan. “I see the problem, so…if I understand, if you think that it is true, you’ll have to find a find to…cut him from the device or even from the ambient aether.” She chuckles and her fingers grazes a book, before pulling it out of the shelf. “Maybe you could snuff him out, like a candle…” She chuckles and looks at the candle near the desk, gently putting her own cup over it. “Or you could drain the aether from this place dry, forcing it to seek his own supply, maybe leaving the vault.” She offers the man a soft smile and a wink. “Your purpose is the vault, not him…Not anyone could out-run him, but a sacrifice could be the best way to divert his attention.”

 She chuckles “Or...” she shows the book she pulls out from the shelf.” See it as an Eikons, and do as we do: Remove the supply, kill the tempered and…disrupt the ritual.” She chuckles. “I don’t think a dormant device could have activated itself by itself, someone did it…” She blows the last candle away. “But for now, you are tired.”

 Karan blinks when he ends up in the dark room, a soft giggle echoing in his ears. “Leandra?” her voice answering with a soft laugh. “We are both adult…”