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[eyesofcuriosity]

@warlordarcher

"It's not a problem at all sir!" she replied in her own polite tone while still struggling to properly move in kimono. It's been ages since she wore one and once she was back in Japan she joined her friends at a festival in a shrine at Kyoto. However, she got separated because she saw something peculiar in a forest nearby and after some time of walking, she stumbled on this young man with arrows falling from his bag.

"Ahh im Nessa and you are? By the way, your costume is amazing! Its rather historically accurate I must say, did you rent it from somewhere? " she asked with a head tilt hopping that he could introduce her to whoever was making such realistic clothing.

[lnsomnivm]

@warlordarcher

it seems sebastian has become the victim of two sweet felines, who have absolutely no intention of letting him get up any time soon.

―❝ ... this is fine, i guess. ❞

[hunting-songs]

Fortune Teller Meme for Pokkle! xD Yes, I came here to bother you

A mysterious self-proclaimed fortune teller approaches my Muse and says they can predict their partner and number of offspring. Drop a name into my inbox and l generate a number 1 - 10 to determine how many children my Muse is supposedly going to have with that person (by blood, adopted, or otherwise). 1.One kid. + 2.Two kids. + 3.Three kids. + 4.Four kids. + 5.Five kids. + 6.Over six kids. + 7.Twins. + 8.Triplets. + 9.Quadruplets. + 10.Quintuplets ! I’ll post my Muse’s reaction, too!

The carneval consisted of tents that in the heavy night looked with the warm lights inside like torches lining along the meadows of the city-park. It was loud- there were people laughing in the tents, there were people talking and yelling outside, there was the honking of cars on the street surrounding the citypark, there was the buzzing of electrcity swelling on and easing like the citys heartbeat. And between all those noises the woman heard somethign else. The melody she had heard before. The memory that had worried her because she had sounded the same after she had failed the Hunter-exam the first time. Following the melody like a rat would follow the pied pipers flutemusic the Musician did not needed long to find Pokkle between the tents. In the liht falling warm and bright out of the tents aroudn them the grass beneath looked almost as black as the sky above their heads. It was warm, for January it was very warm, and the loudness of the busy carneval around them seemed to heat up the air even more.

"Pokkle?" Senritsus voice was as gentle as a lullaby when she reached for the others sleeve: "Your name is Pokkle, is it?You passed my exam-phase yesterday, that phase with the birds. Do you remember?" her short fingers tapped, tapped, tapped the melody she heard against her thigh. That melody that worried her so much. That melody that made her follow him. Softly, as if he was made of glass, she lay a hand on his arm: "You left so suddenly when you did not passed this phase today, I was worried-"

"You two will have many children together." The voice belonged to an old mans tepping out of one of the smaller tents with his eyes fixated on Senritsus hand on Pokkles sleeve. He appeared so suddenly that the woman almost jumped up and she pulled back her hand, laughing suprised. Pokkles heartbeat was just as startled- it was a flutterign sound like from a bird in a cage. The old man rose his hands dramatically as if he needed to calm a crowd- he was short,only a little taller than Pokkle, and his white hair was braided to a long braid that swung over his chest like a decorative fringe on a precious piece of cloth. She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension, she heard something else. "...mhmmmm? Excuse me?" The Musicians hairless eyebrow rose high up her forhead, accompanied by a confused smile.She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness.

"Five to be more accurately. Five children, one after another." Senritsus hairless eyebrows had by now wandered so far up her head they would have disappeared in her hairline, if she still would have hair fully covering her head yet she did not said anything and her smile continued to grow longer. As if she was a confused bird the woman tilted her head to the side, blinking one time, two times, three times. The carneval around them never becam quieter- music, laughter and the distant noises of the city danced through the warm aor Automatically she shaked her head- for one over the fact that a stranger was saying this, that a stranger was saying this about her and a person she did not even knew, and also because this number of children was just ridicilous. She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness. A eagerness she had heard before many times. "Its visible on the long line on your hands, look-" the old man took their hands and promptly the Musc-hunter heard a sharp spark in Pokkles heartbeat like a suprised yelp. She looked up to him, smiling calmingly. In the warm yellow light falling outside from the tents entrances the lines on the inside of their hands threw black shadows deep like canyons when the old man turned their hands up to hold them next to another: "The line leaving your hand" ,he nodded to Pokkles a little bigger hand: "- continues on hers perfectly matching when you hold your hands next to another. And when you put your hands onto another-" Biting the inside of her cheek to not start laughing out loud the Musician listened to Pokkles reaction whent he old man placed his hand on Senritsus and automatically she tapped her thumb at the side of his hand, tapping a calming melody heavy from her aura: "-those lines mirror echother. Yes, it is a very good sign, you are made for another." The old man stepped back and Senritsu listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness. A eagerness she had heard before many times. A Eagerness for money. And just when Senritsu finally recognized that eagerness, the old man moved his arms to show the entrance to his tent before which a shield with the prices for handreadings were put up very nicely lightened by the warm light falling out of his tents entrance: "My tent is always open for lovers seeking out advice for their future life." Senritsu heard Pokkle opening his mouth to answer and she stepped in promptly, with a amused laughter that sounded as sweet as chimebells: "Thank you very much. We will seek you out later after-" her short finger pointed to the tent from which laughter and the clanking of glasses against another echoes out like the sweetest melody, dancing into the cool night on the warm light shining from the tents entrance on the dark, almost black grass. The old man, very much aware that if the guy serving the people in that tent was earning money, he as a part of the carneval was earning money too, just bowed his head in a hinted, mystic bow that clearly was even without Senritsus keen hearing that showed by the way his clothes rustled, studied in like an act.

The fortuneteller let a curtain fall over the entrance of his tent and gently, softly, as i she was worried to hurt the other if she moved too fast, the woman pulled her small hand away from Pokkles- the melody was still there, that melody that was worrying her, that melody she had followed from the exam -location to this place: "Mhmmmm, my apologize I happen to not have enough room in my calender to take fourthyfive months off work, since I need to return to the next phase of the exam eventually. But I can take off around a comodo hour. If you want us to start with alloweing me to buy you a drink, that is." Senritsu just shaked her head with a laughter in all good humor, a laughter that was almost completly drowned by the carneval music hanging thickly in the air, a laughter over this very strange encounter and the idea of having children with a personshe did not even knew.

"You know when I did not passed the exam at first try, I sat down with my best friend and we drank the whole night. That was however a week after failing the exam, because my friend and I were...." The woman grimaced as if she had bitten on a sour fruit and she remembered the man who had handed her and Ask lemonade. The smiled on her round face was rueful, almost agnoized, almost plaintive: "...bound to the bathroom so to speak. Anyway-" She looked up to the other, winking up at him encouraging- Senritsu knew how the other felt. She had felt the same. She had felt the same and it had been the worst she had ever felt in her life when suddenly everythign she had worked for, everything she knew she needed to be, seemed suddenly unreachable from one second to another. She had felt the same and she had needed a friend to support her at that time. And because she knew how the other felt, she could not stop a worried line from appearing between her big, attentive eyes as she added with a gentle humm as if she was talking to the wild fluttering bird that his hertbeat sounded like: "-drinks on me? Better to go hog wild now, becaus apparently someday we need to nobilmente step up and be responsible for five fieramente little what-ifs." [ @warlordarcher ]

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@warlordarcher || x

{{ L }} " Why wouldn't you consider yourself as such? There is no shame in a warrior being pretty. You have seen how the elven men look, and even they envied your looks. "

[eightfoldjourney]

Hikari looked around, hand on his sword. The king had no idea where he was, nor how he'd gotten here. He had just been taking a trip up to Memorial Hill when suddenly, his entire world seemed to change and shift around him. Gone were the familiar rolling sands of Ku, replaced instead by totally unfamiliar surroundings. "What is this? Where am I?"

@warlordarcher

[otulnlwnafh]

From here | @warlordarcher

Talking to people really wasn't his strong suit. Even more so when there was no good way to say yeah my god is saying you need something but she's being really fucking vague and cryptic about it. Without sounding like an absolute lunatic, at least. (Also there was like three different ways to interpret one of the words she used, which didn't help. And he was certain she was fully aware of that.)

So instead, E.L. shrugged. "Not really the style of dress around here." How he had already opened likely was the best way to start, thinking about it. And it was what caught his attention in the first place. With the next question, the other clearly wasn't from anywhere local. Or had just gotten into town and simply missed the wanted posters- more so displayed here like one would put up a small child's drawings they were proud of. "E.L. Wallace," even though he didn't bother to extend a hand to shake.

[virentpugni]

(( DEATH OF AN OPTIMIST || @warlordarcher said: [ ❛ I don’t know where I’m gonna go. ❜ - For Fujieda Yoshino ]

He was clearly lost, she thought. That, or maybe in distress, as most people didn't just say that to a stranger. Thinking on her feet, she opted to take his arm, gently; leading him down the street.

"Come on, there's a nice convenience store down here, I'll grab you some ice cream and we can talk, okay?" Always trying to be a role model for others, Yoshino only did so to fill some kind of void in her heart. Maybe she, too didn't know where to go...

[themultiversemercs]

BLIZZARD PROMPTS.

" i g-got lost… separated from my group… p-please, it's so cold, i'm so c-cold… "

Arch's face well when he saw how badly the person at their door was doing, opening the door wider and ushering them into his small shack. "Ahh, Christ lad. You look like death warmed up."

[waycfthcswcrd]

(( @warlordarcher said: [ Multi-Muse Starter Meme 🎖 my bravest muses ]

[ I think my bravest muses are probably Kenshin, Heisuke, Saito (from Hakuouki), and Shishio, not to mention Toyohisa. I think they all can be called brave, but these guys are willing to give up their lives for those they care for (even though it was really sick and twisted love in Shishio's part, love is love.) ]

[brokerofsecrets]

@warlordarcher from here (also liked a thing)

Normally he could manage to wait until later in the night, slip off and get himself some food. Perhaps he was just more hungry than he initially thought. Whatever the case, the most convenient source of food was now pinned between himself and a wall. Being much faster than mortals was useful, he had to admit. Especially for hunting- which was likely the point. Hm. He could worry about that later.

For now, Teague was more interested in grabbing hold of Yoichi's hair in order to tilt his head further to the side- to expose more of his neck. Much more comfortable for Teague to dip his head down and sink his fangs into the flesh. Better.

[eyesofcuriosity]

✏️ Yoichi~

Nessa: All snacks are gone. Yoichi: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

[chaosmicjelly]

@warlordarcher hit the 💜 for a starter

"Hey, you! Can I borrow your bow?" A squeaky and perky voice from out of the treetop asked. Onto one of the branches, the stranger could spot a toddler-sized figure, covered in scratches, twigs and leaves. Apparently, it had spent some time on there already.

"Can't reach my bag, and my gun.. well, it would turn it into ashes.." While her two hands were clinging onto the wood, a head-tentacle pointed up towards said bag; it hung way higher on another branch.

[hunting-songs]

“13th Floor” | with Pokkle | Yes, deal with my presence

The elevator made a rumbling sound like the growl of an much too old animal too tiered to do anything else but growl, and than suddenly stopped. Senritsu, who had been a second ago very happy to just look down on her feet without looking out of the elevator cabins window front past which the city spread wide like a mural, suddenly turned as stiff as a corpse. And even the way she leand her head to the side to listen more keenly for the building, for whoever moved hrough the building, for the mechanic of the elevator, seemed much too stiff, much too tensed, much too much as if she was holding her breath: "...that does not sound good." Senritsus voice was gentle and calm, but the way her finger started to tap agaisnt he metaldoor in her back seemed much too frantically, almost panicky. Her eyes continued to admire the elevatorcabins red carpet that was in her opinion right now much prettier than whatever the city spreading out past the window-wall could ever show her.

"Not good at all. The security just got on a break for lunch in the cellar." She casually knocked a small fist against the metaldoor of the eleveator in her back, making the steel vibrate like a tuning-fork: "The restaurantstaff is on work, the noises of the guests and kitchen overtune us." There was a hitch in her gentle voice like a hiccup. If a hiccup was a whimper. It was only than when her dark eyes flickered for a second, just a second, to the glassfront where the city spread out in the sun like a painting crested with gold. Promptly her eyes moved back to her feet and she chuckled. She chuckled much too tensed and nervouse to be actually amused. She chuckled and it hurt in her throat as if every noise was a needle digging into her neck.

"..Ah, it does not even look good." automatically, just to be sure, the woman stepped back away from the windowfront until the metal was cool in her back with her eyes glued to her feet so strictly as if she was a pirate walking on the plank with nothing but deadly water around her. Her eyes wandered over to Pokkles shoes and she smiled reassuringly, even if the smile hurted on her face and felt so heavy as if it was about to fall off her face: "Are you alright, Pokkle? My apologize, I did not meant to make you nervouse..." Even if she was herself nervouse. Even if she heard her heartbeat turn so loud from her chest it was deafening in her much too keen ears. Even if she could not even hear Pokkles heartbeat and whatever he was maybe feeling, because her own heartbeat was as loud as a scream by the mere thought of spending more time in such a height without the hope of it ending soon. [ @warlordarcher ]

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~ I think Astolfo taking Yoichi shopping and familiarizing him with the new world would be cute.

[bctterflykissed]

+ @warlordarcher a butterfly calls your name!

── ʚїɞ The forest was QUIET, darkened eyes remained on the path forward as the young woman's mind wandered as she MENTALLY reminded herself of her mission. A hollow was spotted in the forest, something that was causing people to up and disappear as it consumed them. However, things were ODDLY quiet, tranquil even but she kept her guard up. She TRAVERSED the path before her until she the hollow revealed itself, HOPING to lure her into a fake sense of security. Saeko quickly UNSHEATHED her blade and fought till the Hollow was successfully DISPATCHED but she felt another presence, not a hollow but she raised her blade nonetheless. Her eyes focused on where she swore she heard something, was it another HUMAN or was it something else entirely?

[otulnlwnafh]

🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count]

Here

((... What a way to realize your OC is most likely still a virgin))