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hunt tips his head in question. there’s a small chance the other man means actual flying, whether he has wings or not. “maybe it’s due to the weather. i take it you’re a pilot?”

@wndrstruck cassian for hunt athalar

"i just don't understand why people aren't signing up for my flight lessons anymore." cassian shook his head, a disappointed sigh falling from his lips.

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“oh it’s definitely a scam.” he shoots them a smile. “but, still maybe a fun scam?” he pays for a round, getting the little rings that definitely won’t hit the bottles. the first two rings bounce off the edges unsuccessful. he offers a ring to them. “want to give it a go?”

closed mini event starter for @wndrstruck (irina & ithan) / "you gonna try?" irina questioned the other, gesturing with both their eyes and hands towards a carnival-style game where you were supposed to toss a ring on one of many two-liter bottles. "looks a little bit like a scam, but i bet i could win something."

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“you know i would if i could, lettie” even his powers have limits. the town magic goes beyond anything he can explain and all research has turned up fruitless. it’s a tiny win getting her to come out of the barracks. he’d be damned to sit and watch violet cave in on herself. “i’ll keep doing what i can. just promise me you’ll come to me if you need something.” he looks down at his sister with reassuring eyes. “i’m not going to lose both my sisters.” are they doomed to never be all aware? maybe it was him who strained their relationship in the first place and now he’s paying for it. “do you want to shop? or we could throw some snowballs at strangers … might help feel better.”

for a moment, she wanted to protest, to dig her heels in and fight against everyone trying to just take her mind off this. as if it was that easy.. but she wasn't alone. as much as she felt like it would be easier to hide out, none of her family or friends would ever let that happen. reluctantly, violet takes the cup from her brother. "thanks." it's the first words she's said in the hour they'd been wandering around, pretending to be fucking normal. "you're sure you can't mend their memories? to just.. put everything back right?"

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brennan sorrengail and xaden riorsan / @tragcdysewn

“so it’s true,” the oldest sorrengail states more to himself. not a single trace of red in his eyes. he physically has to pull his gaze before it looks too strange. his jaw grinds down the choice words he has to say to xaden. and he will be getting that talk when the memories return. brennan exhales, as if it’ll take the anger twisting in his stomach away. anger at the situation. at his inability. at himself for not better protecting his family.

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charlie spring and beverly marsh / @drvcxrys

“sorry,” charlie mumbles out, stepping back from whomever he just bumped into. he hadn’t a particular destination in mind, simply perusing the different books in the shop. “find anything good?” he asks politely.

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charlie spring and nick nelson @hiddenpxpercuts

the dropped pen seems like a perfect excuse to go talk to the boy. nick nelson. he’d only learned it in passing from other people around campus. is it silly to believe someone like him would talk to someone like charlie? they don’t even share any classes together. before he can think the better of it, charlie approaches the library table. “hi.” one simple word that somehow has him wanting to smile.

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“Thank you for the information. Seems I have much to learn about this century.” Kell flattens a hand down his coat with a sigh. He does his best not to appear out of his element. No one here to simply command loyalty to or of his particular abilities. “I am a dignitary of sorts. Though, I imagine, it holds little importance in this District.” The only royal that could’ve vouched for them would be long deceased. That’s even if Kell could reach London. First things first, Kell would need a place to stay … though with what currency? The list of problems only increase, threatening to snap their carefully crafted shell. “Would you happen to know a good place to earn some coin?”

"Correct." The year sounds almost foreign in the other's mouth; it must not be near where they expected. If that's the case, Kaz imagines the location won't be any more of a comfort. He hasn't been to London, but he's studied enough maps of this world to know that they're nowhere close; even with the speed of the air travel that this age has managed to craft, it would still take a number of hours if leaving was an option. "London's across an ocean from here... no short journey. Supposedly the ruler is elected by the people here, though in my time I have yet to witness a real election," he doesn't miss the chance to mention dryly. "There's a governing body of representatives as well... Capitol Hill is where you'd find any and all of them for business purposes, but getting a private audience is near impossible, unless you're a dignitary."

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He gives a short nod. “Right, for history’s sake.” Kell closes the book carefully not to harm the weathering pages. A book well-loved or long forgotten? He believes perhaps the latter for the lack of people in this area of the library. They move to slot the book back in it’s home. “You wouldn’t happen to know much about this town do you?” The Antari has had to ask far too many people for his own liking since landing in the strange city. But, knowing his surrounding is better than being caught in a trap. “Quite a few stories about this town, none to which I know are true yet.”

PAWING AT THE bounties of books on offer, Addie sometimes felt overwhelmed by the output of literature over the past number of years. Even she, with all the time and none, would never be able to read all she wished. With that in mind, she all too often found herself retreating into the old comforts - again and again. History, also, could be a pool to retreat into. It amused her, to see the writings on it, though her experience of Washington in the past was not so first-hand. Not that she was the only one with that idea, though. She turned round, flattening herself up against the spines. 'No, for who would expect another person to be so interested in the history of this little old place?' spoke Addie, as she watched him. 'I forgive the intrusion, if only for history's sake.'

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clark adjust his glasses before finding the application form. “oh, um, well we are hoping to find someone with some journalism interest. not sure if the boss wants the major to match, but i always encourage applying anyway.” he holds out the form with a smile. “i think it’s a lot… y’know, to expect kids to know what they want to do already.”

darcy had been trying to figure out what they wanted to do with their future. they never thought about it, but hey, maybe this could be the calling. "um, sure, I'll fill one out. i am trying to figure out what to major in."

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charlie spring and homura akemi / @strawbrryrush

charlie settles down in the open seat next to homura. he wasn’t quite sure whether to call her a friend. they’d met a couple times at other queer events, which had him gravitating toward her instead of a spot next to a stranger. “um … did you have a nice holiday? if you celebrate. happy new year, in that case.”

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he maintains his composure, nothing to give away the heavy weight in his chest. of course. foolish of him to believe this could be his lila. perhaps even more foolish to think of them as their own. they wouldn’t have been able to follow kell. no, it seems he’s destined to a life of lonesomeness. and yet, so much about this interaction rings familiar to their original encounter. it pulls a bitter-sweet smile from kell’s lips. if only to allow himself a moment to indulge. “alright. is there somewhere we can talk that won’t involve you pulling a knife on me?” he raises a brow. if this person is anything like the lila bard from kell’s world, they’d surely have at least two sharp blades at the ready.

hearing their name fall from the stranger's lips with such familiarity causes any plan of facade to immediately dissipate. there is no reason that this person should know who lila is when they have been so careful about who knows their name – & they would have remembered giving it out to them , their one eye being a rather distinguishing feature with its solid black form. " how do you know who i am ? " they question. they're suddenly very aware of the weight at their hips , where their belt currently sits in wait to provide them with a few of their available weapons. in precaution , their hand reaches to lay near the hem of the shirt underneath their jacket , leaving only a thin layer of fabric between their fingers & the firm hilt of a knife. feeling a little more secure , they briefly glance down at the expecting hand before their gaze settles back on the other's face. " i don't have your item , " they lie , not bothering to sound very convincing. " but if i did have it , you wouldn't be getting anything back until i get my answers. "

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ithan and perry / @rcvcrics

ithan bumps shoulders with perry. “come on, we could totally win. your artistic ability and my… y’know…” little flurries dance around his fingertips. he holds out a hand, nodding toward the snowman making area. “let’s have some fun, pear. i’ll buy you some cocoa after.”

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hunt & baxian / @tragcdysewn

hunt drops down across from baxian, sliding a beer toward the other malakim. “thought you could use a drink.” he tips his own bottle in a cheers before taking a sip. he’d hoped for a catch-up under better circumstances. hunt can’t decide if being here is easier than lunathion. no wars, sure. but the constant volleying of memory loss between friends or partners isn’t exactly ideal. “you doing okay?”

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hunt & bryce / @tragcdysewn

“did you just throw a snowball at me?” he shoots bryce a look, his serious exterior cracking slightly with a grin. “okay, but you started it.” his fingers spark with lightning, but he keeps it contained. the rules of the game here are no powers. and he’s not looking to accidentally super-charge his mate in a market full of people. he lobs a couple snow balls at her at moderate speed, nothing that could cause actual harm. one lands right at the star on her chest. “it's like a built in target,” he teases, moving to avoid snowball retaliation.

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fury axtar & juniper andromeda / @wvsteria

fury isn’t intentionally avoiding her roommate. they simply have differing schedules. fury’s work keeps her out most of the day and more times than not into the evening. she’d been quietly slipping into her room without waking the other woman. except tonight, they’re standing at the front door at the same time like a big cosmic joke. “hey.” smooth. so she’s never been good at the night after and there’s reasons you don’t hook up with your roommate. she motions for juniper to go ahead. “you’re back late.”

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fury axtar & danika fendyr / @mcrcki

fury slides into the booth, as quiet as a snake. not that she tries to sneak up on her friends. occupational hazard. “what’d i tell you about keeping your guard up?” she raises a brow, the smallest twitch of a smile. she taps a finger on the table, five seconds from stealing danika’s coffee. “really need a day off…” she trails off on a sigh. “please, distract me with better news.” fury caves, snatching the coffee, grateful for their similar taste for bitter drinks.

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fury axtar & bryce quinlin / @tragcdysewn

fury sets the drink down on the red-head’s table. “some bartender asked if i could give this to you. hels if i knows why he couldn’t do it himself.” bold of him to assume she wasn’t going to drink it for herself. luckily, the cocktail is not her choice of poison. “you expecting someone or do you mind if i join you?”