#ttauriwanderer

[clxscdeyes]

@ttauriwanderer

He's chased her to an alleyway. Luna looks around for any means of escape from her persecutor, but there is none.

"Mister Steven. Please, just let me go." Luna's hands raised in surrender.

"I don't want to worry anybody else. Just let me go, please?"

People were worried though. The missing person's report was everywhere. "I'm not missing. I'm here. Just....I...I can't be around people."

[fangsanddaggers]

Memories Hurt Less Now You're Here ||@brokeassgoing @ttauriwanderer||

Astarion had been on edge, haunting the festival since he'd brokered Badou to find Steven. Chaos, insanity, pain, all plagued his mind, enough that even Jeremiah was writhing in discomfort.

Right. Jeremiah. He wonders if the distance from his homeworld is what kept the little guy from being so chaotic as he had been before. Must be all the Mind Flayers and cult shit or something.

Eyes draw him to a stall, he swore it was a Tiefling behind the counter but he wasn't sure anymore. He smiled from behind the pain, trauma instincts making him play the part of a handsome young man that eagerly flirts. Eyes drift over the wares as he chatters along, they were all from his world, old fabrics with familiar markings, tinctures, potions, spell scrolls. Oh how Gale would have loved to read the books on magic beside them.

What he doesn't expect, is to find a plushie of a Displacer Beast. Vicious things, so he's heard, but someone took the time to make it cute. Soft round muzzle, big pleading eyes, gentle smile around the paw stuffed in it's mouth like a kitten suckling for comfort.

Delicate fingers lift the toy, eyes softening as he looks into the large, rounded eyes, the soft glossiness to the orbs reflecting red back.

The world swiftly fell away, pain ripped into his left eye. It took everything he'd learnt not to scream in agony as one hand shot up to grip at his skull.

What was it now? Was someone trying to control Jer? Was he in danger? This felt like whenever he connected with the others. With a held breath of hope he closed his eyes, gripping the plush close and opened himself to the messages of the worm.

What he got shattered everything, his whole world ripped upside down, memories zipping by faster than he can process, blinding him to the world he stood in. A pained whimper left him, unable to hear the woman ask if he was okay as he staggered a step.

Darkness, wings, a tendril, rotten fleshy meat, a man so desperate for his family, immortal, Sharran trials, a forge, told to detonate for consideration of forgiveness, time's running out on the infernal bomb. More as he tilts his head; the dream visitor is a mind flayer, the idiot bard ate the fucking worm and veins blackened. The next fight he'd exploded into a Displacer to protect the people, the changelings, book shop, Mystra, prayers, a cat, a general pigeon?

"Ah, fuck. Stop, Jeremiah!" He snarls the words through the pain and the fear. It was too much, it was all his vision, his thoughts, his actions, his friends, and yet-

Baldur's Gate. They were home, they were-

"No!" He backs up into the tent without meaning to, hiding in the corner even as he moved forward in the memories.

The manor, his siblings, the kennels, Godey, deeper, deeper, the catacombs, the ritual, he finally understood, he knew what the scars were, only ever a body for someone to use and throw out when they were done. Enraged he stood over pale skin, glared down, old red met the scarlet inferno that was him. A choice to make, sacrifice or slaughter, power or vengeance, to have all that the bastard desired, or to be better than him.

To kill thousands, or just one.

"NO!" He screams the word in terror, reminded all over again of the horror of the moss as he's ripped back to the present by a scent. By warmth. Jeremiah had gone dormant again, taking the brunt of the trauma of the sudden rush, too tired to do more than murmur soft assurances.

Red snapped around and honed in hard on the source of that scent, meeting those familiar eyes, no longer filled with terror, no longer empty and void of life, right beside the man meant to bring him there, witnessing a panicked meltdown in a tent clutching the plush for dear life.

Never before has the color of honey looked so good.

"S... Steven?"

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- In all honesty, even in the few months he had been on the Isles, Vash had yet to get acquainted with all of its little twists and turns and quirks. Who knew if he ever would. At the moment he was perusing the shops and stalls of the Merchant Town area, particularly Trivium Square. He poked his head in here and there to have a quick look before continuing on.

He had also managed to make it there in time for the Vespertown Market.

Stands peddling a variety of farm-grown foods, hand-made wares, and snacks were all over, making the area crowded and almost claustrophobic. Apparently this sort of thing only happened on Monday's and he had managed to gather that the people came from another part of the islands all together to sell things to the city folk. There were all sorts of odd things for sale and plenty of good smells, especially where leftovers from the winter festival were concerned. - There were actually quite a few good deals when it came to nearly-out-of-date holiday treats and foods. Decades of barely having two coins to rub together had taught him to be on the lookout for deals (as well as free food and the chance to work for a meal, among other things).

Vash was also fast on his way to making friends with some of the merchants. He had also already found himself caught up in helping out a number of more elderly and less able-bodied vendors who couldn't quite lift the things they needed to.

However, as he was walking, something else caught the Plant's attention. - A young man, practically a kid, was bartering with a stall owner and not getting very far.

@ttauriwanderer || starter call

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁  princess , you touched it !! zelda remembers being scrubbed viciously by her nurse for nearly half an hour , bemoaned for being tainted by a critter as vile as a lizard . her skin screamed as her nurse alleged her to have become carrier for every disease known to hylia for the mere childhood act of hiding a hightail lizard in her room . rolling eyes of a princess far wiser in the ways of critters -- zelda knew that lizards were common residents of their kingdom and not blights of infestation .

maybe it was that utter disdain by the staff that had triggered an everlasting ( contrarian ) fondness for the gross , slithery , slimy reptiles and amphibians of hyrule . or perhaps it was their tiny feet and large eyes that captured her heart . regardless , she'd certainly never stopped bringing them home .

" lizards of any kind regulate their temperatures with aid of the sun . with any luck , we might find one bathing in the light this time of year ; however , they're skittish and will likely put on a chase . tell me , are you quick on your feet ?? "

@ttauriwanderer

[windsofcourage]

❝  HAVE YOU SEEN A glowing rabbit ? ❞ it was asked ... perhaps a bit ABRUPTLY . the words were hastily spoken to the first person link could come across . BUT AS IT SO HAPPENED , this particular stranger had been looking in the general direction said "glowing rabbit" had sprung past , even if the little creature's body had been masked by the shadows of the canopy above their heads , & . the dense expanse of forest overgrowth . REALLY , LINK WASN'T expecting too much in the way of help . for whatever reason , the critter was an ELUSIVE ONE . so much so , it almost seemed like he was the only one who'd seen it at all . & . so , as the leaves rustled over head & . link took the spare moment to CATCH HIS BREATH ... maybe that was what he was looking for after all. SOME KIND OF CONFIRMATION that maybe - JUST MAYBE - the rabbit wasn't a figment of his own wild imagination .

@ttauriwanderer / amity festival !

[bvrriers]

Coating Colors Day. It wasn't exactly something that had been explained, but it looked fun enough that the two boys had eventually hopped right in, finding themselves some balloons full of colored water and powder. And so the fun (read: fight), began.

Ito was laughing as he whipped another balloon at Steven as hard as he could. It had rapidly become a contest, at least on Ito's end to cover Steven head to toe in colors. Then, perhaps it was cheating, but as Steven threw his own balloon, Ito created a barrier ahead of himself. He'd let it up eventually, but sometimes it was also far too much fun to flex his newly returned abilities.

:"HA! Good luck!"

@ttauriwanderer || amity celebration - coating colors day

[aevummarket]

Oh boy okay, I'd like to rank up my OC Steven to Ardent. My threads are at /tracker and my stats are at /stats. Today is 3/1.

Your experiences have led you to deeper ties in this world. Young Echo, may you cherish them well.

Congrats! Your muse, STEVEN, has ranked up to Ardent Rank! You now have the following benefits:

Access to Tier 2 of the marketplace

200 emblems per Activity Check

All other benefits are listed on the RANKS PAGE.

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[toshyagii]

「私が来た!」– He had agreed to chaperone some younger children as they decided to get candy from several stores and houses that were already handing it out - early festivities, it seemed. And somehow, along the way, the group had grown somewhat...

The original four or five had turned into nearly ten.

Toshinori didn't mind it though, really. Small children could be unruly, certainly, but it was hardly much different from looking after his classes of twenty-some students back home. That was just how it was, mostly. Children were children, after all, no matter where or when they existed.

He hung back as he watched the children run up to another place, hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatshirt. He glanced up as the little group came running back, dragging behind them a young man who had also been roped into this. Just from the look of him, Toshinori had thought he might be eighteen or so.

He was certain that the boy had other things he might like to be doing, but no matter how many times Toshinori had said he could do this by himself, the boy had chosen to stick around. Truth be told, Toshinori didn't entirely oppose having another person around since the group had grown so unexpectedly.

"The next house! Next house!" the children cheered despite their little buckets nearly being full.

@ttauriwanderer // Yestereve Harvest - Candy time

[aevumisles]

Hey mods! I totally spaced on one of Steven's powers, his telepathy/empathic communication, and added it to his app, with a notation about waiting for approval. If you could take a peek and check it for me, I'd appreciate it!

The changes to your application have been accepted!

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[mischiefmodig]

Old Prompt \ / @ttauriwanderer \ / Not Accepting

🍈 - How do they calm down when they are upset? Would they act differently trying to calm down in a group setting versus all alone?

Calm down? There is no calming down when you can simply avenge your anger! :D

I'm kidding... mostly. Honestly, Loki is a little bit funny with this, because he genuinely is highly emotional and I don't mean that in a negative connotation. Which, essentially just means that when he is feeling a certain way he really does feel it in very big ways.

So when Loki is upset, 9 times out of 10 that energy has to go somewhere. When someone challenges his status/ego, he will lash out at the person with very venomous words. If he is frustrated by say a spell not working he will inevitably lash out in his surrounding area. If he's saddened by something he will weep in a very visible way... by himself.

He absolutely responds differently when he is in a group setting vs. being alone. Unfortunately, I think when Loki gets upset around people he would rather focus on keeping his composure ( depending on the person, I will come back to this ) so that energy gets directed at himself.

Loki for sure has a horrendous habit of internalizing everything that happens to him to fit whatever narrative he wants to to justify the emotions that he is having. He has a trend of using those to make himself more of the victim than he really ever was or creating scenarios in his head with things that are only partly based in reality or were exaggerated because of his emotions. That and Loki has some pretty crippling self-loathing so he absolutely will attack himself with whatever issues that he doesn't share with anyone.

In this vein of thought too, Loki ... is very petty. The opening line is a joke, however, he is a problem solver at heart. So if you cause any kind of problem for him ( emotional or otherwise ) he will fix it in whatever way he deems is appropriate for the error :)))))

Also, good luck getting him to cry in front of you, he would never ever do that. I also think it would be very common for Loki to simply disappear whenever he is feeling a lot of emotions that he knows he is losing control of.

... and the only exception to all of this is Thor LOL

Thor straight up is the only person he properly emotes in front of and expresses his anger, sadness, frustration etc. etc. Granted, he doesn't express fear anymore mostly because even he never wants to admit that he has that all. And he only does it with Thor because he trusts him to not take advantage of Loki's emotions/heart like Loki believes the rest of the world would ;;v;;

A really good way to know that you have Loki's trust is to actually see him when he is emotional.

[dragonhcrt]

@ttauriwanderer

"Oh, I've heard about you. You're part of the Adventurer's Guild...." Marcellus smiles with a welcoming glint in his eyes, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Marcellus Ivoryscales." Funny name, he knows BUT it was a name given to him by the people who raised him.

"Care to have a drink with me?"

[clxscdeyes]

@ttauriwanderer

"That was me. But--," She feels like she shouldn't make an excuse but then, "I didn't mean to. I swear. It--It just happened." She felt it was much needed to make herself clear. She didn't want to get in trouble but would understand if what she did would cause her to be in one. She wouldn't make up any excuses then.

"I really.....want to get stronger but...everything is so strong I can't control it. it happened before too." The exact same thing with the buildings toppling over because she couldn't control her power.

"I'm sorry." Luna's head bows, eyes closed and she sits there shameful.

[fangsanddaggers]

Pacifism Meets Hunger ||@ttauriwanderer||

Once more he finds himself in the same forest, hunting the same creatures he'd devoured the last time he'd been there, this time remembering his Axe in hand. It would be far easier to pry back the tangled vines to reach his prize with the weapon meant for logging in hand.

But just as last time, he heard the sound of another, shouting something it seemed.

He'd just take a peak. He wasn't going to get involved unless the creatures were well distracted enough to become an easy meal. That's all he was doing as footsteps changed direction once more.

A lie he told himself constantly, alongside 'Karlach and Valas were rubbing off on him too much'.

He's met with a bizarre sight. A man up a tree looking down at the beasts howling and cackling at the base like a swathe of Gnolls. He knows the creatures could easily scale the tree and kill him, but it seemed they just wanted him busy or scared. Entirely consumed the four were with the man that it wasn't hard for Astarion to creep close.

Laughable, really.

The axe came down with frightening precision, driving deep into the brambles and into the meat of the beast's shoulder. The resulting shriek and turn was met with a snarl. He pounced, bringing the beast around right to the ground with a twist.

He wrenched the axe out, bringing it back down to break a few brambles off. In a flurry of movement, ignoring the teeth in his leg he lunged, sinking fangs into the bared flesh of the beast beneath.

Be it the foul dead blood the creature tasted on him or the sudden realization of who had joined the fray, the rest scattered, snarling and howling. Half drained, the spawn let the creature go, stumbling away from blood loss but making it to the tree line.

He twirled the axe, amused at the sight as he dragged a thumb over his lip to lick the last trace of blood. Red eyes then flash up at the other, axe resting heavily on his shoulder, the other raising to cover his eyes as if to look through the light to the other.

"Seems you're not favored by the locals much, are you?" The playful words roll from his lips, calling up into the leaves to the man clinging for dear life to the tree.

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- How had he ended up here? It was a question that Vash found himself asking all too often. More often than not he found himself thrust into situations rather than willingly entering them. He didn't even know who had entered his name into the track and field races, but… here he was. A large '07' was plastered over his chest and at the moment he was sitting, gasping for breath.

Sure, he wasn't the worst at running, he'd had plenty of practice at it and more of his life than not had been spent running from various sorts of people… but doing it for sport? That was a new one.

The gunman collapsed back onto the bench, chest heaving as he wheezed. He uncapped his water and drank it all swiftly, gasping afterwards. He'd have to run again soon and groaned at the idea.

@ttauriwanderer // Sunflower Festival (Aevum Olympics)

[angelictragedy]

Wince. Good, he feels guilt then. Astarion said as much, he simply wanted confirmation. At the denial of anything beyond the water he adds a hydration drink, handing over both bottles and the packed food, eyes unwavering that he was going to take them.

"I know more than just that, Captain." He mused, stepping away as he gently crouched to feed Gato who eagerly shoved her entire snout into the cup to lap at the cream. "As messy as your namesake." It's said with nothing but pure warmth as he pet her head, giving plenty of affection.

"Nai Saverem." He finally looks up then as he grabs his own coffee from the ground beside him to drink once the pup cup was empty. "Astarion and I have been close since our joint arrivals here." Cuts out the brother by blood at least.

"You are one of his closest kin, doing what he had to you haunts him, but he's come to accept your actions. Far better you tiring him out and dying than going on a murder spree." Blue watches over his cup as he sips again, thinking.

"Should another thing like that happen, I expect you to do the same thing. Just speak to my brother Badou to find Astarion again after rather than hide from him. He thought you had died for good." There was a small almost fatherly note to his scolding there, like he'd decided he was parental authority to the youth. "It wouldn't have hurt him nearly as much if you'd sought him out rather than waiting a month only for his source to find you."

Eyes trail to Gato as he finds a bench to sit at, watching her happily flop on her belly, showing him this place was safe. A silly thing to worry about, but she was a comfort.

"It's not your fault. Human minds are so frail with choices involving emotions. You look for the route that protects your heart the most, even if it harms others. Usually because your mind isn't ready to consider others, though that's a mutually shared trait of all sentient creatures." He wonders when he got so talkative, when he'd begun to care enough to share his learning with just anyone.

He blames Astarion.

"All this said, thank you. For protecting him from making a greater mistake. It would have been far worse for him had you not sacrificed yourself." He finds the other again with his eyes, smiling softly. "I know his pain hurts you, but know it brought to the forefront more that he had to deal with. More that he wants to work through. You helped him to see that healing isn't a one man job. That it takes a community and that he deserved to heal." It was something he himself had been trying to teach the elf, but that's besides the point.

"Do not be surprised if he tries hunting you down again. To grow one must forgive the past." He clears his throat, looking away and half hiding into his drink. "Don't mind the autistic ramblings of an ancient man. I'm simply tired of people struggling to openly communicate, so I'm... helping move things along."

His eyebrows go up at the rattled description and then he winces. If the guy thinks of Astarion as his brother, he's probably mad about the whole... moss incident. Which clearly caused a whole lot more damage than Steven had accounted for in that moment. Not like he'd had time to calculate beyond 'save Astarion from hunting someone who wouldn't be able to defend themself at all'.

He'd already opened his mouth to protest but sighed and decided not to bother trying. Clearly the guy wouldn't hear of it.

"Whatever you have that's vegetarian, please. And just water is fine." Arms cross as he turns back to the sometimes-winged man. "Good, starving himself is not going to do anything but make him more and more feral. He doesn't deserve that. Also, you have me at a disadvantage; apparently you know all about me from Astarion, but I don't know who you are at all. I don't usually meet people by crashing into them, but I suppose this is a good enough exception."

He does grin and chuckle at the joke, unconventional as it may be.

[windfavord]

—— ⟡ @ttauriwanderer

Everything hurt.

Maybe he'd overestimated himself a little bit. Maybe he'd underestimated just how willing to kill that person had been.

He'd expected a loss, but he'd also been relying on this world's unique properties-- specifically, he hadn't expected that Uriah would leave him alive, trapped beneath the heavy frame of a crushed metal vehicle. Maybe two... he couldn't exactly say for sure.

Normally, he might have been able to push it aside and get himself out, but his strength wasn't what it used to be, and the injuries to his internal mechanisms caused him to hemhorrage what little power he did have.

His consciousness was fading in and out, but he knew one thing for sure-- he was well and truly trapped here.

This wasn't what he'd hoped for.

It would be embarrassing to be found like this... or even dangerous.

He wondered how long it would be before the city's patrols came to investigate the commotion. Would he have to wait that long? He shut his eyes...

It wasn't like there was anything else he could do until someone found him. As much as he hated to admit it, he was helpless right now.