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[mwahcho]

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if pressed about what he was actually doing, he might just have to lie. Rex supposes it might just look like he was getting some exercise (which wasn't a lie, per se), but the truth of the matter was that he was actually just...playing some semblance of fetch with himself. the snow here was different and seemed to hold its form a bit better than back home, so he made his own little game with it! form it into a snowball, throw it as hard as he can, and run after it. he'd never run fast enough to catch it, but it was a fun way to burn off some energy.

fun until he realized he'd chucked one directly at another person, that is.

"OOPS--DUCK!" he preemptively flinches and whether or not he gave enough warning, they'll both find out soon enough.

[eusarca]

A chillier late summer day was the perfect time to put on an extra layer — a rarely worn black bucket hat included — and get outside. Kyrie couldn't recall clearly when the leaves were going to start changing in this city, so it was time for a good long look at the outside of the forest while it was still an uninterrupted deep green.

As it turned out, it was not only cool, but impressively windy. Despite pulling their hat down firmly several times, a strong gust of wind eventually swept it off their head. Kyrie chased it, but it was obviously a waste of energy almost immediately: a branch well out of reach caught the fabric and held tight.

Lowering their raised arms, Kyrie sighed. At least it hadn't gone further. They had more than one way of dealing with it, too. After pondering which to use, they laid their eyes on the hat one more time. With no wind movement whatsoever, it suddenly plucked itself off the tree and fell into their cupped hands.

Satisfied, they turned to continue their stroll and stopped abruptly. Another individual was nearby, which meant he had the opportunity to see the whole ordeal.

"...Windy today, isn't it?"

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[desirend]

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the fairies (pixies?) in the area were both similar to the ones he knew and yet nothing like them at all. similar in stature, perhaps, but these appeared entirely sentient on their own and mischievous to boot. there was no one controlling them, which made their teasing all the more humorous.

not to the one being tormented, of course.

as Mithrun approaches their little village, he stops a few paces away from a man who the pixies were trying to tug at the hair of.

"...What did you do to anger them like that?"

[thiefguild]

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obviously Titus was attracted to something called a "funhouse," even if he had absolutely no idea what it entailed until he got in there. apparently there were several different activities, but he'd decided to go with the flow and follow the crowd, unable--or perhaps unwilling--to make a decision. this typically worked out for him, led him into some interesting scenarios, but...maybe not this time.

the mirror room absolutely sucked.

he'd had the mind to follow someone, but when he'd taken a moment to get his bearings, everyone around him seemed to scatter, making their way through the room full of weird mirrors.

"This place is a nightmare!" between his already messed up depth perception and general sensory issues, he felt...off. "How am I supposed to even check myself out if these mirrors are all messed up?!"

[ngdays]

"AI-generated art exhibit? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He was standing in Golden, later in the afternoon, transfixed by a bizarre flyer for a small "art" studio somewhere else in the ward. The design of the flyer looked slightly off somehow, but maybe six or seven fingers on a human hand counted as high art these days?

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[unlikely-leader]

@kleinstar || Starters 2/5

Even trapped within a dream, Dwight could not find salvation. A stomach, starved for what felt a millennia, gurgles painfully, leaving him to stumble and weave by the passing crowds only to stop steps before a local bakery. His mouth had started to salivate long before the aroma of fresh baked goods hit him, and yet, he knew checking the tattered remains of his wallet would do him no justice.

That still didn't stop him from looking... Twice... Thrice... Maybe the tiniest little peek once more in the hopes that money would show...

"Damn it, why do i even try-" He sighs, defeated, playing with the lone singular dollar that had survived trial after trial. A once thought good luck token now seen only as a painful reminder of what once was; a life plagued by the miseries of paycheck-to-paycheck living.

Still, he cannot help himself but stare longingly inside. Maybe he could...? Or perhaps even?

Surely the owners wouldn't mind underpaid labor for a measly muffin or two.

[thornroyal]

@kleinstar // starter call!

❁ : yor had wanted a proper weapon for a while now; while she had really wanted her stilettos back, she had accepted that the people in charge here had no intentions of giving them back to her anytime soon. the idea had been to go to looking for a replacement - anything would be better than the sad wooden replicas she had already accidentally broken - but after searching around most of the wards, she had yet to find anything even remotely serviceable.

so now she had ended up in the fantastical ward, the one that made her think of a storybook of fairy tales. the market there was certainly interesting, albeit much more mundane than the rest of the ward, but whether or not it would have what she needed remained to be seen.

'do you have anything... sharper?' the fae man simply stared back at her in silence. she wasn't entirely certain what he was selling, aside from all the implements laid out in front of her appearing to be made of silver and other gleaming materials. 'i was just hoping...'

[icebride]

★ : in spite of being sixteen herself, miorine feels the gulf between her and this child acutely - is she an adult to be turned to, or just another lost child herself? regardless, she doesn't plan to act like either.

'there aren't any orphanages around here.' that she knows of, anyway - everything is shrouded in mist. there could be a skyscraper or a jungle out there for all she knows.

'you shouldn't be out here alone. come on.' she gestures to him, a flippant one-handed motion. this is about as gentle as miorine gets; she doesn't know where to go either, but there's something in her that softens slightly in the moment. pity or sympathy? who knows. 'who's supposed to be looking after you? i'll have to scold them for letting you run off.'

@icebride

If someone asks he's fine. Truthfully he's a little scared but he refuses to get upset about it. He shouldn't.

They've given him directions on what to do when you get lost. First... you need to find an adult or at least someone older. Here he has one - she looks a little like an anime character but that's... probably not a problem.

She's the only one around anyway. Now next up, introduce yourself, tell where you're coming from--

" ...hey you. "

" ....I'm Eiden from [Orphanage Name]. Do you know how to get there? "

[fellstcr]

@kleinstar​ / maskerade starter call !

⚔️ //  byleth  turned  her  gaze  from  the  sign  reading  MISTWOOD’S  MERRY  MAZE   to  the  young  man  who  stood  beside  her.  “. . .  participate?”  she  had  echoed  ,  and  her  HESITATION  was  evident.  her  attention  turned  back  to  the  crowd  of  people.  “i'm  not  sure  that  would  be  beneficial.  i  cannot  say  that  i  trust  these  woods.”

[mwahcho]

Rex grimaces as the snowball makes direct impact with the stranger--on his face, of all places!--and hurries to his side, jogging through the snow as best as he could. with brows drawn together in worry, he gives the man a once over, looking to see if he was really hurt or if it was mostly just shock from the impact. he worries one of his ears between his fingers, a nervous habit, and shuffles awkwardly in place.

he never was a shy person, but he could admit when he'd done wrong.

"My bad, man. Y'alright? Didn't see ya before I let it fly! This snow's really no joke... Wanna hit me with one in return? I dunno if that'd actually make you feel better, but fair's fair."

Eiden's minding his own business really, earphones on his ears humming along a recently popularly grown christmas remix of a song he liked a bunch. The singer's got a low husky voice Eiden could get lost in and he kind of is - enough to miss a loud warning. He hears something but it's just an unclear mesh mixing into the notes now fading notes.

" Huh? Sorry I didn't catch--- "

SPLAT!!!

Congratulations - it's A bullseye! Right into the kisser!

Goddamn that HURT!! The snow falls off his cheek, in a slow sliding motion, leaving some residue of course. Eiden turns to the thrower threateningly slow.

" OI---- "

[eusarca]

"I'm sure they existed too... at least as a department somewhere. If there was a dedicated store last time I was here, they didn't advertise well enough." As if the store owner just walking around was proper advertisement. Anyway.

"Yes, Ismael and I knew each other before this city. I'm still getting to know that boyfriend of hers. if you have any good words or warnings, I'm all ears."

Turning a bit red, they ran a hand through the hair at the side of their face. He was really too cool-looking for them to be rooting him to the spot in a place like this. "I don't want to keep you much longer today, though! The weather's a little miserable... so next time we run into each other, I'll bother you a little more, okay?"

" Ehh I mean I'm sure the island has some in its' own... I refuse to believe I imported adult toys here!! I mean this stuff existed even in ancient worlds... err, well back where I come from anyway. "

More... fantasy-like worlds were another thing entirely.

" But yeah, admittedly we're doing pretty good! I just opened second location and all... There are cafe's and all. Nothing else from us side that I remember of...."

Hearing Ismael's voice Eiden blinks in surprise.

" Oh! I know her actually! She's Sal's girlfriend isn't she? She's from your world? "

[eusarca]

"Nice to hear it," they said with a nod in response to his pronouns. "And ah, that's new. I don't remember one of those being around last time. I bet you're popular!"

They'd give it some thought, working there. While they had no objections to the products or the work, they weren't passionate about the idea in the moment, and he'd reminded them to actually give that aspect some weight.

"My friend from home, Ismael Onai, is still here. Same with my old home in Cotes. I didn't lose more than time, at least." That was one relief.

"Aside from your fancy store... do you know of anything else fun that popped up in the last year?"

" Oh! Okay, it's he/him for me! "

He then proceeds to fervently wave off the assumption for violence.

" Ah no no. I'd be in trouble! It's an adult toy shop you see... I don't require prior knowledge or anything but it's not exactly everyone's cup of tea. "

There were jobs that didn't really have much to do with the products directly like bookkeeping and such but even then Eiden knew some people wouldn't exactly feel comfortable with it.

" Hmmm.... I did hear that you don't retain memories when you return but once you're here you either might ... or might not. "

Eiden scratches his head. He understood them well. The sudden changes and all... Returning after such a long time must be disorienting to say the least.

" I can imagine. Any familiar faces at least? "

[eusarca]

"Nice to meet you, Eiden. I prefer they/them for me." What a lovely handshake. They felt very socially capable and normal today (hat called down from a tree via spiritual power aside).

"Your workplace is unorthodox?" they asked afterward with a tilt of their head. "Is it violent?"

It probably said something about Kyrie that their first thought went to that. In their defense, people in Spirale seemed like a more fighty lot than the people they used to live around.

"I don't really know what happened to me. I don't think I went home, but I wasn't here, either. Seeing the calendar jump forward over a year... not a great feeling."

" Hehe! I do I do! "

" Oh! One of those... sent-back and then returning things right? I'd offer you a job but the place is a bit err.... a little bit un-orthodox? "

Their captors sure looked like tossing them around. Eiden can't help but wonder if there's any rhyme or reason to it or if it's all just whimsy. It's endless if you start guessing.

" Oh I'm Eiden! Itadori Eiden! "

He takes the offered hand with a smile though.

[eusarca]

"Hey, that's something! Even if it can't get your hat out of a tree." It made them a little less nervous to hear he was something beyond the average human, whatever that might be. And they would gently change the subject, even if it meant not finding that out.

"I'm out to see them at least one more time before the leaves start changing. It's going to be beautiful then, but it's still its own kind of pretty right now." The wind might be making the outing inconvenient, but it couldn't ruin the goal.

" Oh? ...oooooohhhh. "

Well abilities like this were pretty common here after all so makes sence it'd be something like that. And it looks like she's quick to assume that he does too.

" Err... sorry, no. The best I have is that my scrapes and scratches automatically heal. Anything bigger than that it's not fast enough though, not even unlimited. "

[eusarca]

"If you had your scarf it'd be flapping all over the place, so you know... one inconvenience avoided."

Kyrie really wanted to put their hat back on, but the wind would not allow it to stay there for long. What a cruel day.

"Are you the creative type? What does it inspire?"

" Hehee.... Thanks - it's fine though. That's just kind of how it is.... "

He'd heard it all before anyway. It's kind of them though.

" Oh yeah, it's starting to already look pretty awesome right? The colours really give this swoosh of inspiration! "

" It's a bit cold though but that's on me to be honest... Forgot my scarf home. "

[desirend]

a short, sharp exhale escapes Mithrun's lips. it could have been a chuckle, had he tried a little harder. but the fact of the matter was that he did not know this person and their circumstances-- only that their current predicament was mostly self-inflicted.

still...a little help could go a long way. he knew that all too well. if only he could use his teleportation on other people here.

he digs into a little pouch at his hip, procuring a few shiny coins. mostly worthless, but they glinted beautifully in the sunlight. he flicks them into the air, attracting the attention of the pixies.

"They're intelligent beings...but trinkets can appease them." there was no real way of him knowing that about these types of fairies, but-- well, it worked. "You might want to flee while they're distracted."

It's not like he'd really done anything wrong. It was just that compliments can be a double-edged sword. Eiden had just been trying to haggle price down and somehow they'd followed him all the way here.

" Nothing I just -- it seems like I accidentally flirted with one of their spouses or something, so it planted a kiss on me-- ow OW!! I didn't mean it like that! "

The wronged one drums its' little heels against Eiden's temple several times in succession.

" It called some friends and then I think the rest just joined in for giggles. They won't listen to me at all! "