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Current I'm gonna pre-load the bath with salts.
11 days ago
It's not really cold until it hits, like, 20 F. And even that's gentle. It hit -14 F once.
16 days ago
Oooh, Burger.
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17 days ago
Oh. When did it become my turn in all my RPs?
23 days ago
First Dan Da Dan and now this funky jazz ode to pets has me crying. Hhrrnnngggg

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I'm a generally chill gremlin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

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Yo, lemme in there, babeeeeee. Rune Factory was super fun, I've been meaning to go back to it. I'll probably have to start another file to know anything of what I'm doing xD

Can I make an artificer? It's been a while since I played an engineer- or inventor-type.
Yumeiko no Akame no Kami

Location: Building #1; Room 407
Interactions: Miyuki @Xaltwind
Mentions: None

Yumeiko returned to the apartment after doing her own rounds of the grounds. She’d been more impressed with what she found than Miyuki had been. The first building, where they stayed, was mostly reception at the ground floor. The second building was mostly care and utilities, while the third building had more recreation to it. There was a theater, though she wondered who performed? Surely, no human troupe would be allowed in, that would be too much risk? There must be a troupe here, among the monsters, then.

Swimming was one thing that was easier in a fully human body. All of her fur dragged in the water terribly, making it very difficult to move quickly at all, and trying to go anywhere with five wet tails was miserable, land or sea. She’d been swimming and liked it, however, despite the need for her fully human form.

Miyuki’s shoes were here. Knowing her, she was lounging about in bed. Yes, probably. She stepped out of her own shoes and up onto the wooden floor. Her feet pip-pap’d along the floor as she made her way through the hallway.

Hairu~” Yumeiko chimed as she opened the door to Miyuki’s room, entering letting the door close behind her with an unseen hand, “Miyuki, how did you find the complex? I thought the theater was interesting.” The golden spirit fox approached and sat on the edge of the bed as she examined her love, “it’s about dinner, would you like to eat something?” Her tails lay on the bed or flicked lazily as she watched the elder fox. She seemed a little fatigued. Had she eaten?


Evangeline, Matthew @Squirrel98

This young man was certainly a bundle of energy. It might be hard to keep up with. “You’re certainly full of compliments, aren’t you? Hehe, thanks.”

As the food was set in front of her, she realized immediately that it was not what she ordered. Before she could say anything, the chef was stolen away by Jenna. Well, alright then. What did even end up getting? It may not have been what she ordered, but it was also free. Eggplant? With a slice of toast and some kind of herb and olives. She’d wanted breakfast, but this seemed more like a fancy lunch or dinner.

..He got all this from ‘egg toast'?

The acoustic analysis construct picked up Jenna’s voice and she glared at the construct before reaching up to it and removing two small pieces with a swift motion, one into either hand. They became her fork and knife and she began to cut into her meal. “That little thing is for hearing the sound quality of a space,” she took a bite when Matthew drew her attention to his.. hair art.

“Is your hair part of your magic?” The way he shaped it reminded her of maker magic, but she knew better than that. Some kind of hair magic, or perhaps a side effect of whatever magic he used. It was interesting how he seemed to have grown his hair at will. The harp was cute, too. Aah, and now he’s making my image.. out of his hair. It’s normal to not be entirely flattered, right?

Trinity took another bite of her meal. It wasn’t what she had wanted, but it was good, none-the-less. Mm, the pepper flakes gave it a little spice. It was very good, but not quite what she wanted.

“Hm,” she gazed at her meal for a moment, thoughtfully. The minstrel looked over her shoulder at the woman who had found this place with Matthew. She was still hungry? Evangeline, she had heard before? She thought she caught that name. She smooshed her audio device into a transparent, glowing golden cloche and placed it over her plate before rising from the bar, “excuse me.”

She approached the other woman's table with a smile, setting the plate down for her inspection, “hey there. Evangeline, right? You're still hungry? If you don't mind that I took a couple bites, this isn't really what I meant to order. It’s good, but I think I'm going to try again."

"I don’t know what to call the dish I meant for, though.. it’s bread, soaked in custard and fried. I didn't expect to get eggplant..”


Stratya Durmand

Time:
25th, Evening
Location: Pinebrook Camping
Attire: Very Light Armor Set
Zweihander Greatsword + Simple Leather Sheath
Swordbreaker
Family Dirk + Crest
Interactions: Ariella @Tpartywithzombi, Callum @Helo, Riona [@JJDoe]
Mentions: Kira @Potter

The thing that got her most was the scar. You don’t come back from that one. No one that lost their head ever recovered, it was a sure death. She supposed there were other ways to get a scar like that, but all the way around? Everything told her that the man there should be dead. Who’s body even was that? Had she even found his body in the first place? She had to believe the hound, but had someone else tried very deliberately to deceive any investigative pursuits, and make her think it had been his body? That seemed like a lot of effort, though.

Ariella was, indeed, interested in swordsmanship lessons. That was well. Self-defense was a good thing for a young lady to know. She would have broached the subject further, but the young lady had her attention caught by the youngest prince and excused herself. She watched her go to join the royal and Riona, before deciding she would follow as she slipped her foraging dagger back into her bag and slung her greatsword over her shoulder, a relaxed position not intended for drawing. She saw the expressions they were wearing. Yes, she wasn’t the only one.

As though they were thinking the same, Callum found her and motioned her to join them. She approached with a smile, with only a hint of weariness. If that was Darryn’s head, if his head had, for some reason, been selected for a new body and necromancy, what did that mean? Why go to the trouble? Could they see or hear them through his senses? Was he loyal, and would report back? With a possible known agent so close, she had to be careful.

And that woman. That woman that didn’t fit. Clearly not an average commoner, her clothes were too.. fine. Was she a foreign noble? Perhaps, but something about her seemed too.. roguish? She couldn’t risk saying anything such, but when she thought about the Alidasht nobles she’d met, that woman still didn’t quite sit right. Ah well. Maybe she’d figure it out later.

“Prince Callum,” Stratya smiled as she approached the group of three. She drew back the tartan cloth over her breadbasket, “a baked good tae steady yerr though’s? Rriona? Seems work ‘as followed us from t’ morgue, ey.” That’s where his head should have been. She spoke in a soft voice, “did y’ no’ice ‘is scarr?”

It wasn’t necessarily a question she needed answered. More boistrously, ”on an evenin’ like this, you shoul’ ‘ave a lit’le drrink, I think. Brrough’ two bot’les o’ me brrother’s mead, I did. There’s all t’is rroasted mea’ and camp nibblin’s tae go wit’ it, too! ‘ere’s some cookin’ even’, too, aye? I ‘avn’t cooked f’r owt ‘sides me in a while. Bakin’, aye, but ‘at’s diff’rrent.”

”Oh, Lady Arriella,” Stratya dug into her bag and produced the dagger, which she offered, “farr t’ firrs’ parr’ o’ y’ trrainin’, carry t’is and get accustomed tae i’s weigh’, and i’ bein’ a’ yerr side. We’ll got forraging la’er, tae ‘elp ye ge’ used tae usin’ i’. I’ll grrab my lieutena’ forr y’ tae prractice with boffles tomahrruh. Y’ may drraw tae inspect the blade only, and rr’memberr tha’ if you touch t’ steel, y’ll ‘ave tae clean it, or i' 'ill rrust in time.”
I imagine Yumi and Yuki have a nice shogi set. Now, how good is Yumi at it...
Rolled a 5, better luck next time. :P
Gimme a number 1 through 5 as Ryū picks a tail, Red. :3
Yumeiko no Akame no Kami

Location: Building #1; Ground Floor; Lobby → Courtyard
Interactions: @Red Wizard Ryū
Mentions: None

Yumeiko sat straight as Ryū approached, to pet her. The dragon had ignored the rude brush and remained focused, commendable. Her tails continued their gentle swaying behind her, stilling only slightly as the dragon’s hand approached. Her tails began wagging, instinctively coordinated to counterbalance each other. She leaned into the scritches behind her ear and at her neck. She did like hosting these, and they never failed to attract shrine guests.

Aah, the words of praise for her exquisite coat, “thank you. I put great effort into the care of my sacred fur.” The five-tailed spirit fox leaned her head down as the fingers worked her neck, then laid down with her paws stretched out in front of her. It was nice being able to talk during this. She didn’t have to get anyone to act as her handler. ”I take care of Miyuki’s fur, as well. You should be careful of her tails, if she ever lets you touch her.”

“Yes, you’re doing wonderfully,” Yumeiko answered with a giggle. She didn’t usually get asked like that, it was refreshing. For a dragon that could talk about eating people without batting an eye, Ryū was very sweet and considerate and cute. From their earlier conversation, perhaps the dragon was looking for more peaceful days?

Then Ryū asked about her tails, and she met the intense gaze from the dragon-eyed woman, thoughtful as she sat back up. She hummed and considered it. Ryū was minding her manners quite well. Yes, that deserved a reward. The golden fox fanned her tails out for excited, youthful, adorable beast, “you may pick but one tail to touch.” One of her tails was blessed to touch, and she would let the odds of that to chance, but she would, indeed, offer the chance.
I think it's natural for such rampant activity to level off a little, especially as interaction groupings change.
Of all of them, he's not afraid of the slime Queen? I suppose they probably wrote notes back and forth
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