childrens emperor.

    TO BE ABSCONDED FROM ONE CONFINEMENT TO ANOTHER, in such harrowing conditions no less… what a cumbersome situation she’s found herself in. In addition to having the most pitiful time adjusting to the newfound land, she’s crossed paths with the most peculiar traveler.

    “You’re quite adept at that.” Looting, that is. They have been in one another’s company for no more than a mere hour, but he has already proven himself proficient in an area where she could not: stealth. “I seldom praise such tactics, but I must admit that this is an area where I cannot simply push forward in. Would it trouble you if I requested you retrieve another feather on my behalf? I will offer my protection in turn, if so.”

sorry i kinda...completely fell off the face of the earth for a bit! got into a bit of a rut and i tend to vanish when that happens, but i think i’m at a place where i can write again! bc part 2 of the event has started already, i’m not going to be writing part 1 starters, so i’m super sorry if you liked my old rp ad.

i might put up a part 2 ad soon, but for now i’m going to get to replies and maybe put out an open. feel free to message me tho if you’d still like to interact!!

5/10-- happy birthday ewan juno-ignis! from aikawa-sensei’s twitter {x}

event rp ad here! cap is 2 for new interactions, but if our muses have interacted before, it won’t count towards the cap!! these will be of varying length and will go up whenever motivation strikes y’know how it is--

though, if anyone wants to plot something, that’d be great! titus is just gonna be a little afraid and actively not seeking any trouble for once, but...let’s face it: he’ll find it anyway, whether it be by himself or with your muse!

      Usually, she’s more self-aware than this. Usually, she’s more than capable of moving out of the way, of having a knack for slowing down just enough to avoid things like this. But nothing about the situation is anything like the ‘usual’, and so she finds herself on the wrong side of someone’s rush, having only a second to register the other person’s lanky frame before they’re toppling over together. She’s grateful, if nothing else, that they seem to want to take the brunt of the impact, even if part of her frets instantly over whether or not they’re hurt.            The fall is short, and their entanglement even shorter, Ari swaying to sit up with a faint groan. Mismatched eyes blink up in surprise at the other person in front of her, briefly startled by how bright they are. Not even because what they’re wearing is particularly obnoxious in terms of color (though that is a lot of gold, she thinks vaguely, he brain still not quite caught up) but they’re just… bright. The jewelry isn’t all that’s gold either– hair and a single uncovered eye, (with concern immediately raised over the state of its covered partner) both bright and gleaming and wow. Someone must take care of their hair a lot.            Shaking herself at the sound of their voice, she realizes she’s been spacing out and gives a quiet, sheepish laugh, brushing her hands down her legs to get the grit out of the heels of her palms and beginning to stand. She winces as she does, and looks down at her knee, then back at the other with the corner of her mouth twitching up in an attempt at reassurance. 

          “Think I got a scraped-up knee but that ain’t much t’ complain about,” she says, only to then remember she can’t simply fix it up and gives a little pout down at her leg for the briefest of instants. A sigh and she’s shrugging it off with a wry smile, seemingly unbothered. “Don’t worry none, darlin’. I’ve had worse.”

“…A drink would be nice. A big bottle of sake would hit the spot right now. I’m just used to havin’ booze on hand on the ship…” He muttered a bit, “But I’m used to being on the ocean, so stargazing’s not an issue there. No need to climb on anything. The deck of the Sunny’s even got a nice lawn on top of it to lay on.” Was he getting sentimental? He hadn’t even been here that long.

When the other brought up visiting ladies, there was a bit of a blank look on his face. “…Huh. Figures you’d be one of those types.”

@panwati​

they don’t really want to admit it, but at this point… well, they’re starting to miss home, just a little. the shroud, specifically, and all the strange and wonderful plants that grew under the canopy, and the wonderful floral fragrance that would fill the air in springtime. perhaps they spent the morning curled up in bed, sniffling and pining for gridania.

now, though, they’re on a quest to find as many plants that remind them of home as they can, and figure out how to grow them on their own so they can turn their apartment into a little forest glade. what this means for the stranger is that the little lalafell turns to face him with a look of intense determination on their face.

“yes! you’re right and i think so too! have you seen lavender anywhere because i really need to know if we have some here!”

“Ghosts are a pain in the ass but they’re nothing to be too worried about. I’ve dealt with them before.” A brief pause, “That was when I had my swords, though. Guess I’d probably have a more difficult time with it now.” He stroked his chin a little bit. He wasn’t really the type to go out and have a night on the town. It was usually early to bed, early to rise with the sun if he could help it. Unless his crewmates were up till the wee hours of the night and were doing something interesting. “Doesn’t seem like there’s much of a nightlife here unless you plan on fighting monsters or something.”

@ahogethief​

“I hear there’s some scary crap  that comes out  at night. Any truth to that?  Can’t really shirk my training just because they took away my swords.  How scary we talkin’ here?” As though the random guy he  spoke  to on the street was some kind of expert on the subject.