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[liltaventures]

Closed Thread #2

For @justanothermultimuse

A little over three tendays had passed since the Nautiloid had crashed on the beach and in that time Yanis had managed to travel with others for the first time in over ten years. He had found friends and he could say in confidence that if anything happened to them he would kill for them, a sentiment he forgot he could have.

Who would have thought all it took was letting others in to find some semblance of peace? Even with the long journey ahead, Yanis was the happiest he'd been in years.

Of course, there had been a few hiccups along the way. Having his life almost taken by Lae'zel when he had come down with a fever for one, multiple misunderstandings at the Druid grove, there were so many close calls to count. However, one still haunted him. Astarion killing him. The vampire had been skulking around camp one night and attempted to bite Yanis while he slept. Memories of his childhood flooded back to him.

The day the Frostvale Kingdom fell into the hands of the occult. His home, his family, his parents. Everyone and everything he loved was taken by force.

Werewolves and their kin. The undead their charges. Vampires and their spawn.

Together they massacred and turned anyone and everyone in sight. The rogue will never forget what happened that storming night. The way the wind hit his cold wet skin, the way the innocent screamed and cried. All of it, all of it, was ingrained in his mind.

Yanis had almost staked Astarion in response but something had stopped him. At first, he was quick to blame it on the tadpoles, chalking it up to the vile wriggling creature’s influence. But now? Now, he realized that it was more than that. He saw an old friend in Astarion and he knew better than to judge without reason.

And so, he put more of his trust into the vampire only for it to backfire completely.

He offered the man a bite and in turn, the elf drained the half-elf dry, killing him. After being revived Yanis spoke with the other, he’d been angry and upset with what happened. He remembers the way his large fist collided with Astarion’s face, the angry words that left his mouth as he stormed off to take some space from the vampire, from everyone.

Yanis shuddered at the memory and pulled his focus elsewhere. He looked around their campsite and smiled softly. While the Shadowcursed lands were dangerous there was a certain kind of beauty to the atmosphere as well. It was shrouded in mystery and the rogue would have been lying if he said that he wasn’t curious about what was going on.

The group of adventurers had decided to take a day to relax and rest up. Yanis was getting bored of doing nothing and he figured sitting closer to where the others were may help him think of something to do.

With a small grunt, the half-elf got to his feet and made his way over to a small table that he’d set up and took a seat. A soft Golden eye found itself looking at Astarion’s tent and the feeling of loneliness crept over Yanis. He liked the conversations and memories that they had made in their small group of misfits.

Yanis sat there for as long as he could before he felt boredom start to start to sink in. Today was their day off and yet he was dying of boredom. “Ugh…I wish there was something to do.” He grumbled, starting to grow antsy.

[lieutenantozar]

Hills turning to mountains

|| @cyberghost-scout beginning operation—

Vallium twelve had been as warm as it usually was. Scorching temperatures and even worse humidity plaguing those who took refugee there, but something the locals were accustomed to, something that those sheltering there or working vaguely took in with envy. The shade barely keeping most cooled for the work and time with the sun raised in the sky. The wind barely keeping most standing and smaller annoyances away.

So to have someone wondering around and rushing about with a long, heavy, and dark, trench-coat was something to gaze upon. The movements not being slowed by the heat or its rays of the raging sun. Barely putting a dent into the rhythm the lieutenant kept up as he moved boxes and supplies to different points. The few lucky enough to be just as unbothered hadn’t adored any clothing close to what he had worn. And those who choose to do so now regretting such motives as they were recovering from the sickness now plaguing them. Though even than their work was picked up by the seemingly unbothered few.

But now it was his break.

Ozar had been moving his little courting gift as he had some brief time to spare before picking up another load. Though was now attempting to fight through a few of the heavier framed soldiers he oversaw for his neatly boxed gift. Currently tossing one over his left shoulder and ducking under another few. Clearly annoyed at their little antics as he began to rush at his right-hand man. Not that he could have helped with his relationship with his courtie hidden for much longer. He already knew time was coming short, including with the next steps for courtship. Though he had hoped that it was on better terms and more sensible terms.

[melancholicmoonlight]

Jamie finds himself traveling towards the edge of town to a more rural, densely populated neighborhood. It's the middle of the day, but still somehow seems dark as the looming apartment buildings block out any sunlight.

He sees his destination up ahead, a smaller two story apartment that seems to be haphazardly stuck to the side of the larger building. The red painted brick, though dull, still somehow manages to be an eyesore against the grey walls surrounding the street. The first floor, a storefront, has the blinds drawn, but the hand painted sign hanging from the glass door says "open."

Jamie comes here at least every month for tuneups, or on the rare occasion he gets damaged, and today was no different. He glances at the sign and walks inside, looking around for Harper or Sydney.

[tainted-be-the-light]

"Oi, Chibi. Guess why I'm here? Unfortunately, I have to announce to you that I'm not dead yet and I'm here to annoy you."

-@wastedbandages

"... I didn't even drink yet, what the hell"

*^ very much convinced that Dazai isn't real.*

[alburnusgecko]

@dr-octayve @mr-rey-of-sunshine @intern-ko

*gecko knocks on the daycare door* hello? Is anyone here? Me and Dr Octayve figured out how to reverse the de-aging gun!

[gfthe-fearsome-foursome]

*magic anon time! Stan and Ford are wearing their old man outfits from Canon*

"Haha! This ain't so bad!"

"Huh?? Where did these clothes even come from???"

[cyberghost-scout]

A little mead with a plea

@lieutenantozar

(>:3)

Four were perched in a little seating inside a busy bar. There was a multitude of species and merriment. Some were getting drinks, and some were watching the people get drunk with games and all. While the youngest to drink were just hanging out and having snacks.

"Remind me again, why were we here again?" Phantasma drawled, her mouth puffing away the strand of hair as she leaned forward at the table. Of course, the group decided to try to lay low, haloforms. but smartly in travel gear to cover some suspicion.

"Because I miss being in a bar once in a while...missing those idiots," Fedelis answered, the largest and only old man as he fixed his covering after placing his beverage down. "You could have waited, Fed." The golden femme said, before leaning back in her seat, craning her neck to her little sister and Flow. Ghostwire cooly accepted her simple drink and paid while the seeker got an item that was innocently looking by the scent of juice covering its high alcohol contents.

"I'm always amazed you can stomach that," Ghostwire muttered as she gave Flow and encreboules a look. The albino looked happy as can be to have it. "We all have our strengths, Ghosty~!" the seeker giggled.

[ourladyoftears]

It was a sunny day in the lively port city. Merchants shouting from their stalls, peddling their wares. Carts drawn by horses or donkeys. Children playing, but the noise of the city was replaced by shouting, confused cries, whispers, yelling, and at the center of all of this sudden shift in mood was a young woman.

Fair skin, Light auburn hair, thick and braided down her back, a simple veil over her head. A belt of pouches and flasks and a dagg, a pack full of scrolls on her back, and another bag around her shoulder. Her finger tips were stained with what could be henna.

A city guard, holding a decently sized toad, was chastising her, while she listened to him with an innocent expression.

Varyne had stopped in the city to gather supplies and rest before hitting the road again, and she decided to use today to scope the place out and find good hiding spots for when she'd need to feed at night. He kept to himself mostly, not wanting to draw attention to himself, though his menacing stature and the hood he wore to shield himself from the sun certainly don't help any. His worn greatsword rattled against his back as he strode across the square, looking at the ground.

And she continues minding her own business, until she hears the commotion happening nearby. She stalks over, almost completely silent, and looks between the two. They can spy a scar cascading down her cheek, and her one working eye seems to almost glow from under the hood. Then she speaks, her voice low and rough, and almost sounding commanding. “What seems to be the problem?”

[the-janitor-esc]

(( tw: Fear Gas: Extreme fatigue, Emotional instability, Paranoia, Lack of motor control, Lack of reasoning skills, and Hallucinations. Fire.

I never let TJ escape a good angst opportunity, but their response to aerosols are always delayed, and I didn't want to disrupt the community moving on from the Fear Gas <3))

[ The Janitor lays in a barren room, trying to wait out the clumsiness curse. It'll only be a couple hours; it is annoying to lay still and idle, but it is better than breaking things (or someone).

It starts with the smell of smoke. Unfortunately, the smell of smoke is not uncommon in the Evil Science Center; someone's always burning something or setting something on fire.

The cyberspiders will handle whatever it is; they will continue to lay on the floor.

There is sparks in the corner of their vision, just under the door jam. The Janitor sits up as fingers of flame reach under the door, and they are promptly on their feet by the time the walls catch.

Their first attempt at leaping up into a vent fails; they pick themself up from the ground and make it on the second, banging through the vents far noisier than they normally would. They fall out of the vents into a hallway, thankfully not on fire.

Where are they? It looks familiar, but it is like a word on the tip of their non-existent tongue. The colors are wrong, but the smells and atmosphere are right. They start to walk, but it is a slog.

Then, voices, familiar and beloved voices humming, laughing, and screaming in the distance. The Janitor rushes in the direction of the scream. They can't let anyone know their beloved humans are here, wherever here is. ]

( If you're watching cameras or just loitering around the halls, you see The Janitor sprinting; they fall, but get back up and immediately start sprinting again, bumping against the walls. If you watch them, they smack at their uniform and bandages from time to time. You hear them calling "Wait!", "Where are you?", "Come back!", and "Fire! Get out!". )

[liltaventures]

Starter Call!

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[guarder-sol]

Quick shitpost doodle of modern lil Alfy and Gustav,

[royalblades-cosmicfates]

《《▪︎▪︎▪︎ @cyberghost-scout ▪︎▪︎▪︎thread

The shade among the trees was a comfortable presence to the venturing Altean man beneath its branches and coverage of leaves. Only reminding him of the time of day between the glances of sunlight peeking through its foliage.

The Altean had his hair tied into a neat-low ponytail and wore traditional Altean clothing. A light turquoise tunic with a contracting dark brown satchel crossing it. Weighed down by its contents inside.

The pathway he had usually taken had been an option, though this time he decided to venture from the usual pathway and head towards one of the less ventured areas. Being wary of his presence and the somewhat intelligible pathway. Overgrown and shadowed by time. One of which he could barely recall from his own history.

While walking, he paused as he swore he had heard something not too far from his current standing point.

[melancholicmoonlight]

Jameson and Reid, now alone with only their horses and whatever money they've got, have been scouring the larger towns and cities they come across for any information on werewolves they can find. Nothing has been helpful, of course.

But now, they're hiking their horses through a snowy countryside, Reid in the front with a lit lantern in their hand as they trudge on.

Jameson had been trailing behind Reid, moping, but after a while he makes his way next to them, clearing his throat. “We should probably find somewhere to stop, it’s getting late.”

[alburnusgecko]

@listacole

Okay! So I have all the unlabeled guns in that box in the corner, do you want to pick one out? I’m pretty sure all of them are mostly safe!

[timbits-drake]

Cass takes the bags from Tim's hands, before saying

"welcome home, Alfred already set up a room for you and prepared a meal! :)"

Tim reached for the bags that Cass had taken from him but he winced in slight pain from the overstretch, pulling his hand back immediately

".. Thanks. It’s good to be back.. and aw I’ll have to leave Alfie a note to say thanks for cleaning my room. I think I should be able to make it to my room but I’ll have to walk a little bit slower, my sides are still a little- Well- In pain."

[thethreefaes]

Living on Berk was a dream. Lyra was learning fast from Gothi to be a healer and Altair was finally warming up to being around other dragons again! The two often flying in the evenings together. And Lyra exploring the forests for plants and herbs. She felt alive. Free.

It was only three months later when the dream would shatter. Lyra was working on a garden she’d placed by her hut. Her home! She smiled bright. Altair resting near by when she suddenly raised her head. Scenting the air before hissing. Her eyes sharp and teeth bared. The dragon all but pushing Lyra into the hut.

“Altair? What’s gotten into you? Wh-“ she covered her mouth to stop the panic that bubbled up. Thanking the stars the hut was big enough for both her and Altair to hide inside before they were seen.

Two large men, though smaller than most of those on Berk, approached the village. Dragon hide armor with metal spikes adorned them. One with a sword on his hip and the other with an axe. And hanging from both, iron shackles.

“We request a meeting with the chief of this place.” One of them called out.

@dragonmasterhiccup