#stellarhistoria

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@stellarhistoria || got myself a sword while you were gone

"Nico!" Meryl doesn't hesitate the moment she spots him in the crowd of Twilight Town, weaving between bodies to slam herself into his chest and toss her arms around him.

A year of wandering, searching. Fighting Heartless and making her way across the worlds with no idea where she was even headed, only the knowledge that she needed to keep moving and follow her heart (whatever the hell that even meant–) as her motivation not to give up. But finally–finally, she's found one of them.

"Found you!"

[glory-hasnoplacehere]

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The pain is his gut is searing, stabbing, it feels like being eaten alive. The sensation bringing dread threatening to send him into a spiral of panic and melancholy. But he fights to remain focused and lucid.

No,...he won't give in, he won't complain, he's had worse hasn't he? It's his fault for dropping his guard, even here, far from his kingdom.... others tried to end his life for unknown reasons.

However, luckily this planet's poisons, at the very least, did not turn ones skin to ash or stone.

Not that he knew of.

He's hesitant to lean fully on the man, unsure if the dead weight of him And his weapon would cause staggering or discomfort for the other. He isnt quite underestimating the other's strength. More like how much they'd tolerate before wanting Ved to go away. He doesn't want to push his luck and get no help.

But his body does the deciding for him when a crushing wave of pain and nausea hits Ved like a brick to the face, making him stagger and choke, coughing. In answer to the question, from his side-pouch he produces a broken circular weapon sharp and tinted a vibrant orange and deep purplish-red. Namely, the poison and Ved's strange coloured blood.

Once sat down, Ved winces and starts to unstrap the sheath on his back. He can take pain, sure, but laying on a sword, even the flat side, doesn't sit right with him.

It's harder than it should be, or so he tells himself. Bloodloss, having only one hand free and strange terrible poison be damned. He /should/ be able to do this.

His eyes narrow ever so slightly when his claws slip off the buckle due to the slickness of the blood. He doesn't want to need help with this, but he does. He sighs and rests his hand at his side.

He wants to apologise, but that would be foolish. He doesn't need to bring misfortune pon this place for no reason.

[melpcmene-arch]

@stellarhistoria ( wolfwood! ) / vash-centric starter call

He's glaring right at Wolfwood, mentally trying to blow his head with his mind. Was it successful? Of course it wasn't. No lick of success. "Y'know. If you wanted something to eat, I could've gotten you something as well! Look! Plate! Empty! You rob me off sating my hunger!"

[millionsnife]

@stellarhistoria || miraclegro'd right up

He recognizes the ship. He's never forgotten it, that first year burned into his memories no matter how hard he tries to forget. He's not sure it's real–has to put his hands on the wall to confirm they're solid before he'll believe it.

Even then it's a struggle, uncertainty flowing through his veins.

If it's real, then... He needs to find Vash. Maybe his past self. They should be–the rec room, likely. They'd spent so much time there, when they weren't with Rem.

Knives turns on his heel and strides down familiar, long forgotten yet easily recalled halls.

Rem's office was that way, and beyond it–

[irreversiblemelody]

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Socks stands there a moment, processing what's been said, it's always a struggle to pay attention to what people were saying on the job. Well, 95% of the time anyway. Off work... who knows, it's not like they have anyone to talk to. At most, they're talked *at*.

They don't really know why, and had hazarded a guess that it was because they want it to be over. But who knew? There was a lot that was wrong with them that nobody had bothered to address outside arguments and fights.

A lot they dismissed as normal inconvenience. Surely it was common.

But that was neither here nor there, they note his claws. Sharp, too close to their hands. But the same can be said for their's and his hands. Their own are painted blue and black Simple half-and-half, they hadn't had the energy for more. Decorated weapons that wouldn't hesitate to use if need be.

In answer, they shake their head a few times and say,

"No, far a'th I'm aware, the box will be inviolable. Hm... how about thi'th? I will remain nearby to help dimini'th'h your fear of bomb'th or expol'th'ives or whatever. I do know that there are three thing'th in there, and you.... definitely need them."

Too many damn 'S's in that whole damn statement. They needed one of those machines that let people put words in and it would talk for them. A marvel they never could remember the name of, they'd seen it in a few dimensions. Ah well, focus, focus. Focus...

They don't push more, letting him take that in and decide what to do. Honestly, even if he decides to keep it closed or try to hand it back, it would find its way back to him. Fate was an inexorable thing....the bastard. One way or another that box would be opened by this stranger, and Then *after* that occured, he had some choices. Accept the items, or tempt Fate and do an endless variety of things with them. Though it never seemed that serious to most unless they were told. And convinced. And explained to. [Ugh]

Otherwise, It was just refusing weird junk.

Hopefully, they wouldn't have to stay and watch this go on. But because there's been no automatic portal back home, and they're getting the nagging feeling that they're going to be /blocked/ should they make their own or use the magick chalk. Basically that the magick chalk would make a door....but lead nowhere but back here. And that feeling isn't often wrong about Fate's and Kiki's bullshit. Universe kill them now.

"Up to you."

[sweetxsymphony]

@stellarhistoria

"Excuse me? I require funds so I may acquire sweets necessary to restore my calories. Can you be of assistance?" The downside of being on her own was not having Anna to pay for her sweets.

[novastrae]

@stellarhistoria for broker / lyric starter call / cool knife bro

" Some days I feel the hero, other days I feel the villain. "

[fleurladari-a]

More fascinating individuals making themselves known, he sees.

[nerdynanny]

@stellarhistoria liked for a ZACK starter

"The buster sword suits you."

Zack Fair-- the man who should have died-- but didn't.

Or at least-- he had? Maybe? Some strange twist of fate had led to him surviving his last stand. He wasn't sure how or why. But he had been driven to Wutai-- like a moth to a flame. It was like something inside Cloud called out to him.

Like a beacon.

"I'm glad you're alright, Cloud. I was pretty worried about ya-- but look at you now. I hear you're a mercenary-- and you made quite a name for yourself back in Midgar."

[goddessofsuns]

@stellarhistoria asked : [ zack to shiranui ]

"Tell me about it." the far younger man, only in his middle age years, smiles warmly, making an open handed gesture to speak, to continue, to not hide. "No one should have to shoulder the weight of eternity on their own. If it may help, I'd... like to at least listen, though I may not fully understand."

He steps back at the sudden voice. Eyes a bit wide as the other caught him off guard. How’d he even know what he was? He tried not to make it obvious! Who even was this person?

“You should leave. I’m not one to talk to mortals.” He huffs looking away from him.

[erabundus]

@stellarhistoria &&. said... [ Diluc ] "I've been so drowned in paperwork for the Winery that I've barely seen sunlight for the last four days."

he  supposes  he  feels  some  measure  of  SYMPATHY  in  that  regard.  there  are  countless  things  ren  doesn't  necessarily  miss  about  the  fatui  —  the  people,  the  tedious  experiments,  being  ordered  to  waste  his  time  dawdling  in  the  most  UNPLEASANT  places  teyvat  has  to  offer.  ( ... dottore. ) technically paperwork  was  never  much  of  an  issue,  courtesy  of  his  ability  to  go  without  sleep  indefinitely  —  extra  hours  in  the  day  to�� chip  through  the  mindless  busywork.  he  certainly  didn't  ENJOY  IT,  but  he  also  can't  recall  a  time  he  was  ever  made  to  lock  himself  away  for  so  long  in  a  desperate  bid  to  fight  the  flood.  even  the  essays  he  finds  himself  writing  now  hardly  compare.  (  though  perhaps  that  says  more  about  his  capabilities  as  a  student.  )  he  doesn't  think  he  has  the  patience  to  spend  four  consecutive  days  locked  away  with  only  dry  paperwork  for  company;  he  would  probably  escape  through  a  window  after  two. 

❝  that's  bad  for  your  health.  ❞   he  quips  —  more  a  statement  of  fact  than  an  expression  of  CONCERN.  humans  are  more  similar  to  plants  than  they're  willing  to  admit;  both  need  ample  amounts  of  water  and  light,  or  they're  bound  to  meet  a  miserable  end.  ❝  have  you  checked  yourself  in  a  mirror  lately?  lack  of  sun  can  lead  to  premature  hair  loss ...  ❞  miscellaneous  trivia  courtesy  of  loitering  around  dottore's  lab  on  and  off  for  several  hundred  years.  it isn't a lie  —  though of  course,  the  other  looks  completely  fine.  he  doesn't  think  diluc  is  the  type  to  get  rattled  over  something  so  SUPERFICIAL,  but  it  doesn't  hurt  to  push  his  buttons  a  bit.

❝  what  kind  of  paperwork  would  a  winery  necessitate  that  takes  up  so  much  of  your  time?  ❞  the  wanderer  asks  instead.  his  CURIOSITY  is  genuine;  he  has  a  vague  idea  what  such  a  thing  might  entail  —  but  he  isn't  shy  about  being  just  a  bit  nosy,  regardless.

[misplacedreporter]

@stellarhistoria || boyfriend shaped but not boyfriend

"Ow–Wolfwood?" Oh, he cushioned her fall. Nice of him; Meryl hurriedly scrambled off of him after another second as her brain kicked in and she quickly dusted herself off. "Sorry! Are you okay?"

She reached out, intending to help him up. "I didn't crush your cigarettes, did I?"

[fated-stars]

Starter for @stellarhistoria​ !!

{♕} Well, that...was a mistake. 

Sora thought to himself as he limped from the wreckage of the Gummi ship. He had attempted to fly himself to visit Cid in Traverse Town, but a meteor had knocked him off course. Losing control of the ship once it had been hit, Sora plummeted towards Port Royal. Upon waking up, he crawl out of the wreckage and began hobbling towards the port. He should have brought Goofy or Donald with him...but he was excited to finally have the keys to himself, he didn’t think he needed to bring any of them. 

Once he reached the port, he reached for the nearest person, lightly tugging at the back of their coat. “Uhm-..excuse me..? ..could...you point me towards the nearest...d..doctor’s office?” 

[gamenu]

          [ Faro ] "Do you think if I chug four Five Hour Energy I get stacking buffs, or do I get a penalty for spamming the button?"

                                                  -- @stellarhistoria

         "--Yer gonna ge' two buffs. Yer gonna be able ta hear colors an' see sounds. Yer also gonna get a debuff though. Yer gonna get a doom stack, so good luck wi' tha' one."

[millionsnife]

@stellarhistoria replied to your post “" I don't understand it. Can you run it by me...”:

"... Aye, but isn't there an easy way to do that?"

​"No, don't ask stupid questions. Next?"

[melpcmene-arch]

@stellarhistoria ( lex! ) / vash-centric starter call

"──Excuse meeeee, excuse me. Vash the Stampede is coming through! I highly recommend y'all run off now, scram!" The outlaw shouted out, not wanting anyone to get caught in the crossfire. Then Vash skids, cutting the corner to hopefully escape only to bump into someone. And without a second thought, Vash scrambles behind the stranger. "You think you can do a favour and attempt to hide me? I'll give you all of my money." Pause. "At least half of my money." Pause. Back to reconsidering. "At least some..."