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Have fun, Mochi OTL

Waaaaah Clemmy ; A ;

Also I love the environment for this chapter. Makes Lute much happier hahaha.

Also, last game. A very threatening one, I must say. I might not survive within the first ten seconds.

Welcome back, Kimchi! 8D


Aliquam: Cervantes Mansion

Lute sighed. As was usual with his interaction with girls, Aria seemed to be reading too much into the situation. “No, you’re not interrupting anything,” The virtuoso pleasantly replied as he got up from his seat, but as usual Delilah was of a different opinion. The familiar grumbled and whined about something he didn’t quite understand, and although he told her to calm down, Lute couldn’t deny that he would have preferred having at least a few more minutes of quiet conversation with Rose.

Ah, but
 No big deal. The smile on his face was momentarily broken once he saw the vast expanse of space which was Rose’s closet, but was back to its usual cheerfulness before anyone could notice. T-that was one impressive wardrobe. Come to think of it, wasn’t the one in The Red Parasol just like that
? Wait, they’re not going to undress in front of him too, right? Lute’s brows knitted together and he turned towards Rose.

“I’ll leave now, thank you for the time,” The virtuoso smiled warmly at heiress and then left the room, almost bumping into Dahlia on the way out. He caught a sight of Xandra’s deadpan expression as he closed the door behind him, which made him laugh. She reminded him of how his sister Ruana looked whenever Robin or Lil took her shopping with them. Oh, speaking of... He should go write a letter to send to his sister... With that in mind, Lute hurried down the hall towards the guest rooms.
HARPURR ; - ;
School starts tomorrow! *loud screaming* ... Well I guess I should be happy I only have one class during Mondays but.... OTL

This means that my posting will get less frequent than it is, so apologies for my future skips!

Also, writing a post! If I understood correctly, we should be closing stuff now, right? I'll make mine according to that premise.

Edit: Posted.
Oh gee whiz, school starts tomorrow. ._. Please don't take my sunshine away.

I won't be able to post today (I think)! Sorry! OTL I'll go say so if I can though.


“’Fine’!? I feel like shredded fruit!” Songbird wheezed out at Cello, one hand clutching at his heart while the other was draped over his eyes. Like everyone else, he was treated with those rare but highly-effective potions the Queen so thoughtfully gave, but what he didn’t know was that an overdose of the stuff would leave him with a splitting headache.

“Shut up, you big oaf! Get away from me or I’ll rip your hair out with my teeth!” The item hunter bolted up from the couch and yelled at a nearby pair of partygoers who were being a tad too noisy for his tastes. Though they glared back at first, Songbird pulling his sleeves up and preparing to jump over the chair to brain them urged the two ladybugs to leave at once. “Gah, pathetic weeaboos,” He grumbled and sank back to his place beside Brandy, at once deflating from angry Thugbird to something that looked more like a limp noodle.

The past week saw him go through an astonishing amount of mood swings, from all-consuming fury that more or less scared the poor nurses away (he sent the lovely dears a present to apologize for his behavior) to 
 well
 weeping his eyes out over the slightest of things. Songbird recalled crying over how tired he was, which was a “minor” side-effect of the health potions, and waking up Brandy who had been stationed in the next cot. The entire night, his reasons for letting out the waterworks went from aforementioned exhaustion, Martini’s colorless tail, Lesley’s (lack of a) hand, two of the humans dying, the stupid pink-haired hobbit appearing out of nowhere and stealing the witch’s heart, Brandy expending too much stamina to make that shield layer, the crappy hospital food, and finally how he didn’t like how a certain nurse always smelled of milk.

Cello’s next suggestions were left unanswered until the topic swerved to the USB. The cat also decided to pat him on the head, which knocked his hat off and gave Songbird the opportunity to look around. Ah, the pomp everywhere was so irritating. He was probably the only one who didn’t give much thought to his clothes since he just reused the ensemble he wore on the Queen’s first (?) welcome party for the humans. “Ugh, that’s good. That Falkner woman could take care of things. Thanks, Cello,” The nobody muttered back and was about to lean against the couch again when he noticed Harper rising from his seat.

That kid didn’t look so-

"Songbird, if it isn't my favorite item hunter!" The voice was shrill and excited. "It's good to see you again," a Nobody with beautiful hair in all sorts of colors appeared by their table and she beamed at both the guides and humans. "Darling, it's been far too long. Brandy, would you mind I borrowed the adorable pumpkin for a short dance." Her eyes sparkled at the thought. "What do you say, Songbird?"

AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Songbird clutched at his heart again and he fell back against Brandy. Thankfully the bunny covered for him and even made up a proper excuse. “Yeah, thanks for the offer, Mona. Um
 Crepester’s right over there, by the way,” He nodded over to the opposite direction and the colorful nobody squealed before bouncing off, completely having forgotten her previous offer to him. Being an item hunter had its payoffs because you know who liked who and it’s perfect to use as extortion material.

“The way you look right now, it’s like you’re the one asking me for a dance,” Songbird sighed as the woman finally left and grabbed onto Brandy’s hand to get up from the couch. “Thanks. I should go check on that kid, though. Give me a few, okay?” He jerked his thumb at Harper’s direction before patting the bunny on the shoulder, and when he turned away he bumped into Leila with his bad arm.

Ack.

“Ssssssssssssshhhh-orry!” Songbird blurted out and steadied the girl, casting a meaningful glance at Brandy over the top of her head, and then left. They were both quiet people so they should be fine
 Maybe. Ahhh, if all else fails Cello can intervene.

Harpurr- er, Harper had seated himself a ways off from the center of the party. To be honest the boy looked just as colorless as Martini’s tail despite his extravagant clothing, and despite his angry spiel at the humans Songbird could feel himself getting sad too, just don’t get him near that spear guy. He racked his brain for a way to break the ice since the poor dear just seemed so out of it but conversation was never his forte, and without realizing it the item hunter backtracked to what may have caused Harper to lock down like this. He wasn’t sure since he was stuck inside his hospital room and stayed in his home once he was released from the clerics, but considering what the Lost Souls have been through it was possible that he was like this thanks to that run-in with the witch.

Songbird sighed and sat down beside the boy.

He’d probably not hit Songbird since he knew the nobody was wounded
 Right?

“Aight kid, c’mere,” The item hunter cleared his throat and pulled Harper over for a hug.

Ohhhh hairless catbus this was awkward, why did he think of this.

“It’s not your fault. And I’m not telling you to get happy once I tell you this, because it’s fine for you to get sad and grieve and all that. What I just want to say is you gotta pick yourself up eventually, you can’t let the sadness eat away at you, but there’s no rush, okay?” Songbird said haltingly, still not having warmed up to the role of a big brother figure, “Uh, I mean it that’s what you’re thinking about. If not, then
 er
 just assume this advice is for future things you might encounter in your life.”
Aight, time for me to write me post mehehehehehe

... It took me two hours I am ashamed of myself but anyway, posted!


Aliquam: Cervantes Mansion

Hmm, which date was Angel talking about? The virtuoso racked his brain to find the answer to that question, feeling as if there was something most everyone was hyped up about recently
 Ah!

“Oh, er, good luck! Not that you need it, but
 Good luck! Have fun!” Lute managed to stammer out as the aristocrat passed by. Maybe
 Maybe later he would ask Angel how it went. Or, more specifically, what he did. ‘I mean, how do you entertain someone for that span of time? With conversation? I suck at that. With food? Well, sure I can cook but
 Am I supposed to dance?’ The virtuoso thought, then shook his head and turned his attention back to Rose.

“I see you’ve finally decided to come out of our bathrooms. You were stuck in there for so long after these last few days
 Angel thought you might have had a problem with your stomach. We have some medicine for that, actually, if you need any. How are you feeling, Lute? Are you okay?”

She mentioned medicine for an upset stomach and he blushed brightly as he set down the tray on the bedside table. Ah, so they noticed that? So that was why the staff eyed him whenever he walked through the hallways.

“I’m fine, thank you for the concern. I just
 That kid and his stink bombs
” Lute sighed and shook his head, “Anyways. Your injury’s healing nicely, isn’t it? I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything back then.” After a moment’s thought, the virtuoso added, “I think
 You’ll probably go back to help supervise at the Academy once you've healed, right? Please don’t wear yourself out.”

Just then, the doors were thrown open and three girls appeared. Lute turned around, shocked, and awkwardly raised a hand. “Ah, hello
?” He muttered out. Great timing, girls. Really appreciate it.
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