ʜϻ ʀρ Restoration Of Speranza ѳ/ạ

[Psychedelic Centipede]

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The Inn ℬ ᴡɪᴛʜ: I haven't the slightest idea. ℜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ: What can I do to help? ℭ ᴏᴄᴄ: Sorry it took so long!


tab ”You wouldn’t happen to know where I could acquire an extra bed, or at least get someone to build furniture for me, would you?” Bruce had been so lost in his own thoughts he almost missed what the stranger had said. Arranging his face back into its usual blank slate, Bruce slowly turned to the girl and gave her a quick once over. The girl was young, and from the looks of it, in as much of a good mood as he was. “No,” came his dry reply “I do not run this establishment, nor am I a carpenter.” Satisfied that he had given her a complete answer, Bruce turned to continue on his way. He took one step, then another, before coming to a stop.


tab A gnawing guilt started at the base of his spine and worked its way up before he heaved a small sigh and swiveled back around. “However, if you would like, I could escort you downstairs and assist you in finding a sufficient means to your comfort.” His mother had taught him better than to simply leave a lady in discomfort. He could hear her now, “Just because you aren’t the end to someone’s problem does not mean you can’t be the means either.” As he waited on the stranger’s answer, Bruce began to wonder how he could have been mistaken as a local. It had been the first time in five years that anyone had associated him with a town he was merely visiting. “Do I fit in that well?” he mused silently.


tab An unexpectantly warm feeling spread across his chest as he pondered his place in the town. How well could he fit into the society? Would he find a space to leave his mark here? “I’ll leave in two weeks…” he decided suddenly “three weeks tops.” It was longer than he had ever bothered with a town but there was a part of him reluctant to leave this strange part of the world behind. Besides, he had the rest of the day to see to his agenda. He could take time to help another visitor out. Walking back to the girl and extending his hand out to her, he gave a curt nod of his head and introduced himself. “The name is Bruce, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”





The musical Gerudo

[kuranchii]

LOCATION Ranch stables | COMPANY Roi, horses | MOOD Concern for Chris
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The sun was shining through the gaps of the curtains pouring the sporadic light rays across the two bodies lying in Matt's bed. He had slept in a little today compared to his usual right up at dawn. Last night's events was the reason for that. He turned his head to the wavy blonde hair loosely draped across his arm. Anya was cuddled up into his side still sound asleep. He brushed some hair away from her face gently. He recalled their date from last night just then. Confessing at dinner that he really liked her, they had a wonderful dinner. The date moved to the bar where they drank for a while. He didn't remember coming back to the ranch too well though. Anya had helped walk him home now that he thought about it harder. Sliding his arm out from under Anya's head and neck carefully, he slowly made his way out of bed. Their clothes were lying around on the floor. They definitely had a good night. He quietly walked over to his dresser to grab some clothes, not wanting to wake her up. He wanted to let her sleep in for a bit while he did some work around the ranch.

Heading straight to the stables, he found Christine asleep against her shire Angel who was lying down beside her. He went back in and grabbed one of his sister's quilts and returned to her promptly. He pulled the blanket over her and wrapped it around her a bit. He lifted her up, causing Christine to wake slightly. She blinked a few times and yawned. He didn't say a word, waiting for her to give an explanation or remain silent.

"I..didn't realize I fell asleep out here..What time isit..?"

"Shh, it's okay. It doesn't matter what time it is. I'm gonna put ya back to yer bed now. Try an' get a proper sleep, sis." He would talk to her about this, but she really needed to get in bed and rest for a while at the moment. Deciding to take on her chores for the day, he would have to let his boss, Everett, know that he wouldn't be shipping anything today. A bit of a family emergency going down right now would be a good reason. As he set his sister down into her bed, he tucked her in and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sleep tight." He closed the door slowly and quietly as possible as he exited her room.

Matt pulled his worn boots on and went straight to the stables to start on letting the animals out to the fields. All the horses were awake except for Storm. He was one of their father's younger horses. He was quite a bit older than the other three now though. They didn't use him as a work horse anymore, so he mostly stayed near the stables when let out of the stable. His Andalusian lightly tapped the ground as he approached him. Steele was very agreeable to most people, but he had a special attachment to the siblings. Steele and Angel were their first horses. Matt reached out and stroked the side of the smoky patterned steed.

"Hey boy. Looks like it's just me today." Letting the Andalusian out, he waited patiently at the gate for Matt to unlatch it. He heard Angel braying and stamping her feet as well. "Sorry, yer mama isn't comin' today. She'll be able to pamper ya tomorrow maybe." She bowed her head down slightly and nudged the blonde's forehead, as if she understood that something was wrong with Christine. Matt finally noticed that Maizler and Ulysses were still here as well. That's strange...Roi usually fetches them after he gets off work... He figured maybe the redhead was busy and decided to leave them over night. Not that it was an issue anyway.

"Hey you two. Hope it's okay that I watch ya for the day." He pointed to Maizler in a teasing way. "Yeah missy, I'm mostly talkin' 'bout you." He chuckled to himself. Then something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning around, it was Roi approaching, waving in greeting.

”Mornin’ t’ye, Matthew. Where is Christine?”

Matt had no idea that Roi was the reason that his sister was feeling so blue. Not that it mattered, he would have given the same answer regardless. "Ah, hey! Sorry, but she's feelin' a li'l under the weather today. Didja wanna leave a message with me? I'll let'er know when she's up again." He stroked the bridge of Ulysses' nose as he waited for Roi to respond. He wasn't sure if it was really important or if he just wanted to chit chat like they normally did when he dropped his two companions off for the day.

OOC

finally got this matt layout done and i'm decently satisfied with it i guess lol. ;u;

Rainbow Comet Condoms

The musical Gerudo

[Emu Avian]

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Where do we think we are?: Outside the restaurant, In the restaurant
Who are we with?: Nobody
What are we doing?: Loading the dumplings, Cleaning up
Out Of Colors: Whoop activity

It was a calm and peaceful day, with Rowena upside down attempting to draw a fish on some paper without looking and backwards, and Maryanne contentedly reading a light novel, when the unexpected happened.

*knock knock*

Rowena's eyes shot towards Maryanne.

Maryanne's eyes shot towards Rowena.

They both bolted for the door. Maryanne knew that if it was someone for her, she'd never get a chance to talk to him/her if Rowena answered. However, Rowena's natural enthusiasm made her want to answer the door for obvious reasons; because she liked people and she wanted to know who was at the door. So it became a race for them. Rowena's all-out glass cannon technique was disturbed as she started upside down on a chair, but Maryanne's careful stride was quite a bit slower. Despite Rowena's obvious advantage in a battle of speed and curiosity, Maryanne was the one to answer the door.

Maryanne almost did a double take as she opened the door. "Goodness, Ylaine, what a pretty--" her greeting was cut off by Rowena barreling through her and leaping to hug Ylaine. "Ylaine~~ It's great to see you!" she cried, nuzzling her shoulder. However, this was the moment that Rowena's enthusiasm finally allowed her some clarity; Ylaine's hair color was not Ylaine's normal hair color. Rowena gently held it between two fingers and examined it, turning it about in her hands. "Woaaahh! This is such a pretty color! When'd you get it dyed?" Before Ylaine could respond, though Maryanne rose from where she had been knocked down. "Rooweeennaaaa..." she seethed, her face scarily calm, yet her voice coming out as almost a hiss. "Why not invite our guest in?"

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"Maryanne talking"
"Rowena talking"

Merlin the Mage

[cohn jena]

Ethne Kim
Bibliophile
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“No, I do not run this establishment, nor am I a carpenter.” Ethne’s eyebrow quirked. She wasn’t implying either idea, but before she could point this out the man had already turned and was walking away. Wonderful. At least the woman could appreciate the man being curt and to-the-point with her rather than talking her in circles and generally wasting her time. Trying to be kind and helpful was understandable, but the way that some people went about it made no sense; at some point, the most helpful thing they could do is admit to their lack of knowledge and move on, a mentality that she seemed to share at least in common with this man. With a small sigh, Ethne began following Bruce’s footsteps to exit the inn when he stopped suddenly, causing her to jump a little in surprise.

“However, if you would like, I could escort you downstairs and assist you in finding a sufficient means to your comfort.” Ethne’s initialy response was to just blink and stare at the man as if he were speaking some foreign language. What was this sudden turnaround in thought and behavior about? Suddenly, the man was like almost every other friendly person in this town! As if hearing her thoughts, he stuck his hand out on cue as he introduced himself: “The name is Bruce, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Regaining her impassive composure, Ethne straightened her clothes and took the hand, shaking it firmly.

”I am Ethne Kim.” She paused, then added almost as an afterthought, ”A pleasure.” Her dark eyes scanned the other’s face for a moment, then, as if finding the answer to some unspoken question, she crossed her arms as her body language shifted into one that was about to discuss business. ”You have already told me that you have no knowledge of the solution to my problem, so I am not quite sure of how much more assistance you can be. I don’t want to waste your time, so feel free to retract your offer now.” A slender, pale finger tapped her chin thoughtfully as she studied Bruce more. ”However, two minds are better than one, so… your aid will still be fully appreciated.”

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Company: Brucexx
Feeling: Curiousxx
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Psychedelic Centipede

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[cohn jena]

Roi ¤ MacAoidh

¥ Restaurant Cook ¥

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The redhead was quiet when Matthew informed him that she was feeling ‘under the weather.’ This whole situation hardly seemed fair at all to Roi; he had tried his darndest to be on communicative terms with Christine to avoid any sort of awkwardness creating a rift between, but she only shut him out repeatedly and refused to listen, ensuring that it would happen anyway. Now, he was left to fret over the resulting mess and the uncertainty of what the future held for their friendship. Roi was not going to be leaving this town any time soon, and his heart ached at the thought that his continued presence may cause this woman more grief and that they possibly may never hold a normal conversation again. Such a thought seemed a bit extreme and ridiculous, but it was something that Roi, unfortunately, had experienced before, and he was certainly not keen on going through it again. Perhaps this whole deal was his fault… Maybe if he had gone about things differently…

”I was just checkin’ in on her and the horses. I’m sorry I did’nae pick them up last night; the dinner had me workin’ too late.” A silence settled between the two for a moment, Roi toying with something in his pocket. ”Say, Matthew, could ye give this to her for me?” Approaching the man, Roi pulled out two objects wrapped individually in silk. ”I had cooked everyone their favorite dishes for Heart Day, and I was gonna give these to her with her dish, but she did’nae stop by for long. I don’ know how long I’ll be workin’ tonight, but I do want to get these to her sooner than later. Can ye do this for me?”






Mistress Orion



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► With: Matthew
► At: Christine's Ranch - Stables (ADENIA)
► Feeling: Curious

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[cohn jena]

Lley Gyles
'Farmer'

Location : Ignatius' House (OXALIS DISTRICT)
Company : None (Ignatius)

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The first rays of the morning sun to trickle through the windows shed upon a most majestic and graceful sight: Lley sprawled out on an old, rickety recliner in nothing but his boxers, snoring outrageously. An old quilt had been flung to the floor in the blonde’s sleep-thrashing, and a pile of dirty clothes lay nearby, crusted with dried mud from the day before. The man had slipped away after Eyra and Swallow had left for the evening, unable to spend another moment alone on the farm with the horror scene in Eyra’s room still branded in his mind. Her attempts to lie to him about it only upset him, and he felt further more devalued as a person that held any importance to the woman when Swallow came along and saved the day with his dark magics. She adored that creepy little b*****d, and the blonde simply could not understand why. Still… he had no place to judge or talk in such a manner; it wasn’t like he came from a perfect background with no kind of baggage that could kill.

Ignatius was the first man to cross Lley’s mind as he fled the farm, clutching in his hands the flower that Eyra had dug up for him. It was proving to be a very confusing gift; she had given Swallow one too, claiming that anyone who could be so nice to a plant couldn’t possibly be the type of person to hurt other people. She clearly had never met Ignatius. The big, hulking man was terrifying in battle, but handled crops and plants with the most delicate hands. Clearly though, this shows that he couldn’t possibly hurt other people! The blonde had scoffed to himself as he turned the corner and ran up to his own warbuddy’s house, banging on the door until he was let in. There, he spent the night, feeling far more comfortable and content on the recliner than in his own bed on the farm. At least here, he was not alone; a friend was just in the other room, one that he knew he could trust with his life and in turn trusted him. This was a kind of comfort that simply could not be found on the lonely farm with a woman that shut him out, especially in a town with that ex-soldier from Atlea and mafia scum running around.

Lley awoke slowly as the sunbeams reached his eyelids, and he blinked slowly, looking about with blurry eyes in confusion. Where was he? Why was he so parched? Licking his dry lips, the man sat up a little and, in seeing the quilt on the ground, recognized that he was at Ignatius’ home, and most likely had a few beers before he crashed. He settled back onto the recliner on his stomachwith a muscled arm dangling off, unwilling to get up quite yet. The small shafts of light illuminated his old battle scars that seemed to trace and crisscross the contours in his shoulders and back, and the warmth felt good. Maybe.. he could sleep in for a few more minutes...

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Journal : ✏
Mood : Drowsy
Wearing : Just boxers
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Hiroko-Kun

[Rainbow Comet Condoms]

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I feel like if I'm too kind then you will only change your mind
Take advantage of my heart and I'll go back into the ᴅᴀʀᴋ
ʟᴏᴠᴇ will never be forever, feelings are just like the weather
January to December, do you want to be a member?

Lonely hearts club...
Do you want to be with somebody like me? ♥

Anya's dream fill her mind. She was swimming in the ocean. She was tiny. A small siren. Her mother was swimming with her. Her dream was more of a memory than a dream. A memory playing over again in her dreams. Anya swam around with her mother in a wonderfully beautiful underwater city. Her face smiled as she slept. Her mother looked beautiful. Her eyes shined and her hair seemed to reflect the sun coming down from the above world. Little Anya had her hair following her in the water. Her hair stayed down but spread out some due to the water around her. Her dream consisted of the two having a swimming race. Her legs moved under the sheets for only a moment. Little Anya swam up to the surface suddenly while her mother called out to stop her. Her smaller self ignored her mother and kept swimming upwards. That's when the memory started to create it's own path. It became a full fledged dream. The sun suddenly disappeared and the waters were dark. The only lights were the ones coming from the underwater city. It was so far away from her, however, that the lights didn't seem to help her at all. It was too dark too see. Her small form suddenly to grow. She finally burst from the waters. Her hair clung to her skin tightly. She moved over to the land and she took a seat on the shore, her fin still in the water.She brought her fin to the shore. She looked around at the night sky and the stars happily. Anya looked up at the sky with a smile and tried to find the human named stars. Suddenly she felt her fin getting itchy. She reached down a hand to itch it only to find more places itched. She glanced down at her tail. She stared in horror as scale after scale seemed to fall off. She pushed her tail in the water but it wouldn't work. That was when she heard a ear deafening scream.

Anya woke up with a jolt of panic. Her fin. Her fin. She threw the covers off of herself. She looked down at her legs. No. They were fine. She was fine. Nothing happened to her yet. Not yet. It never would. She was too careful... right? She covered her eyes. Too bright. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she glanced around only to see the cloths on the floor and an empty bedside. She glanced around. Matt must have left for work already. She smiled lightly. As was the game of night and day. One night. No ties. She swung her legs over to the side of the bed and walked over to her cloths on the floor. She dressed quickly and pulled her shoes on. It was already hot enough. The mud should have hardened, yes? Her thoughts went to go seeing her baby lamb but she decided against it as soon as her stomach growled. She was too hungry. Maybe after food she'd come back. Once she pulled her shoes on and made sure they wouldn't fall off of her feet, she made her way out of the house. Matt had been pretty buzzed after their drinks last night. Thankfully, she knew how to take her liquor.

The sun was even more blinding with light outside than it had been in the room. She pushed her arm in front of face again to try and block out the sun until she got used to the brightness. She slowly let her arm drift down to her side. Anya moved on away from the house and away from the ranch. Her thoughts were filled with thought of food. She wasn't sure if the restaurant was open or not. Maybe she could go to the bakery? She frowned slightly. She couldn't go like she was not though. She'd have to change cloths and take a shower. Maybe she'd just leave her hair down today. Or she could put it up like normal. She mused over the thought as her feet moved her to her place of residence for the time being. She kept on walking until she came upon the tavern. She unlocked the door and let herself in before finally closing it behind her. She made her way upstairs only to find that her boss and friend was still sleeping. She took a shower as fast as she could and changed as quickly as she could. She was out the door in little over a half an hour. She made her way out the door feeling fresh and new, with her hair down again instead of up. It felt good to have her hold hair on her back.

It didn't take much time to get to the bakery. Nothing exciting or memorial happened on her way there. It was just another normal walk. It was harder to walk for some reason though. During her walk she had got lost in the thoughts of her dream. Her eyes were misty when she reached the the bakery. Her eyes had been staring off into space. From a distance she saw three people. One was leaving and two were entering. Two females. One male. She watched from a distance as the female left. She got closer only to seeing the only female left laughing. She didn't know either of those people. Not that she could recognize from the distance she was at. Anya kept her pace steady as she finally approached them. It seemed like the girl was laughing. Anya put her hand on the door in an attempt to squeeze in. They seemed... busy. She muttered a quick excuse me before slipping in. Anya kept the door open after walking in a bit out of curtsy. She smiled lightly as she walked in and took a seat at her normal spot, her eyes looking for Adrian for a slightly second before thought invaded her mind. She frowned lightly. Though cuddling had been nice, it had left her neck feeling a bit sore. She brought a hand up to her neck as she rubbed it lightly. Her thought went to Matt. She had told her how he liked her last night at their date. She had assumed it was a hit and run this morning, like all the other times. She was so used to it. She frowned lightly. She wondered if it was different for Matt this time? He liked her. He didn't love her. It wouldn't be different. She crossed her legs under the table. Love. She wrinkled up her nose at the thought. She let bitter thoughts fill her mind. It was good Matt only liked her. Of course it was only on account of her being a siren. She let her eyes drift off with a pained look. Men and women only liked her because she was a siren. Anya stared out the window of the bakery. Nothing would come of their date or their one night together. As far as Anya was concerned it was just another one hit wonder, for now.

"I wonder if I should...." Anya's words trailed off as her mind kicked it into overdrive.






Mistress Orion




Merlin The Mage




Elegantly Egotistic

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ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ - ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ - ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ - ʟᴏcᴀᴛɪoɴx::x ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴋᴇʀʏ

[kuranchii]

LOCATION Ranch stables | COMPANY Roi, horses | MOOD Intrigued
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Matt didn't notice it at first, so he stood there as the red head started talking. Then it started registering with him. Something was going on between Roi and his sister. He was normally a little oblivious to these sorts of things, but with Christine's odd behavior, it made him notice something was wrong. The last time she was like this was when their dad passed away. It was much worse during that time, but similar this time around. Something definitely happened between the two of them and he had no idea what it was. He was determined to figure it out though.

”I was just checkin’ in on her and the horses. I’m sorry I did’nae pick them up last night; the dinner had me workin’ too late.”

Something in his voice was different now that Matt was paying attention to the other man's features and speech. He was going to reassure Roi that leaving the horses over night was perfectly fine, but he noticed that the other was fidgeting ever so slightly and holding something in his pocket. Unsure of the next course of actions, he stood there for a moment to let Roi decide whatever it was he seemed to be contemplating. The silence was finally broken by the other.

”Say, Matthew, could ye give this to her for me? I had cooked everyone their favorite dishes for Heart Day, and I was gonna give these to her with her dish, but she did’nae stop by for long. I don’ know how long I’ll be workin’ tonight, but I do want to get these to her sooner than later. Can ye do this for me?”

Roi handed over a couple items wrapped in a gorgeous red silk fabric. As much as he wanted to take a peek, it was a gift for his sister after all. He was sure that Chris would show him later. Well, maybe. He wasn't so sure after all. She was acting a little off compared to normal. The items felt hard but light weight, like glass or ceramic. Either way, it was fragile and he needed to handle them with care. Even the silk wrapping was delicate. This gift was definitely special. If only he could get to the bottom of this without bothering his sister or Roi about it. The last thing he wanted to do was meddle in their affairs. It could actually make things worse for Chris.

"Ah. Yeah, I'll give these to her as soon as she wakes." Feeling a little awkward himself, he tried to lighten the conversation a bit before Roi had to take off again. "I'm gonna have ta charge ya an arm an' a leg if ya keep those two here overnight again." He chuckled softly. Hopefully things would be worked out. He might have to take some initiative anyway. Christine sure as hell won't do anything about it, so he had to. He was the only one who could truly take care of her. They were inseparable and each other's best friends.

OOC

DRAMA LLAMA ._.

The musical Gerudo

[Unorthodox Jukebox]

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G A R R E T H ✯ A L E X A N D E R --- K I N G

V I N E Y A R D ✕ O W N E R

Location: Maryn's Bedroom

Company: No one

OOC:

Merlin The Mage

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Her reply was far from what he had expected. He should have known it wouldn’t have been this easy when it came to her. He sighed at her reply.

“I have never once fallen to the heat of passion. That would make you a fitting first partner, would it not?” she asked.

“Well, I mean for some women yes. But, Maryn, honestly do you really want me to be your first? I mean don’t you have some sort of tradition to uphold or something as crappy as that?” Tradition what? Since when has he cared for bull-shitty traditions? Correction, since when had he actually cared at all whether the girl had tradition or not. Body was body. A woman’s body was built to be tamed and caressed. What on earth was going with his head; to him?

She didn’t answer his question but averred her answer elsewhere.

“So, how do I feel? Even the scum that tore my kimono off as a child was unable to touch me in this way. How does this body that has been raised since birth to entertain a single man feel?” he tried to pull his wrist away from her tight grip but it was futile. Her grip had him pinned down like a steak on a barbeque grill. “Even after we separate, this body will be yours and yours anyways. As is customary,” she continued, leaning her weight on his shoulder “As long as it’s you then its fine, Garreth.”

He’s done for. How was it that he had built such an attachment to the girl? Especially, the girl who he had initially loathed. “Just shut up. Maryn, you shou- I mean, why me? Why choose me? The man who’s done nothing but steal women’s virtue and ruin them? Do you know how crazy you sound saying those things? Come on,” he shut his eyes for milliseconds and mentally counted from one to ten. Alright, it’s decided. “You know what? F*ck it.”

Lifting her head to meet his, he pressed his lips onto hers soft ones. He could tell how surprised she was from her minute reaction, but was relieved when she kissed him back.


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Garreth was still lying on her bed, as his mind drifted to what had happened last night. He couldn’t get her out of his head. She was so beautiful. So perfect, how had he not noticed sooner? His heart was beating so hard he could’ve sworn that it would have popped out of his chest in minutes.

How he had wanted to touch her soft skin once again, to have another taste of her lips once again. To have their fingers entwined. He was going mad just thinking about it. He turned to the side where she laid before only to find that she was gone. “Well, that’s just great. I could’ve gone for a round 2 honestly,” he sighed, disappointed by her absence. Why was she making him feel what he was feeling? He could whank himself to death with only her image if it were possible. Wait, that was possible. And, probably the best thing to do while the inn hostess wasn’t around.

[Little Lark]

〖Riari Hana Akari "Red"〗 〖Blacksmith〗 〖Emotions are stupid: Nostalgic 〗 〖The hell you want?: Comet // Marcus 〗 〖Lookin' for me?: Dojo 〗

Heart day had been more fun than she thought it would be. Riari had had that surprise lunch with Edgar, and had evaded the question about why she'd upped and left Speranza without a word some years back. She'd kept the answer vague, and despite not giving details, it had been nothing but the truth. She'd told him that she had gone to help a friend in need and that was all he could draw out of her. Edgar had eventually dropped the topic and instead she questioned him about the going ons of Speranza the past two years. Adrian, the baker, got involved into the conversation as well, and Riari was pleasantly surprised and pleased that she was able to spend a lunch with some good company. After they'd finished their meals, Riari had thanked Edgar but excused herself. Despite it being Heart Day, she still had some things to do. Some stuff to work on. Heading back to the smithy, she pushed aside the heavy leather flap before letting it drop behind her. The sign was still attached, hanging from the top of the flap. A wooden board with scrawled and impatient handwriting that read: "Any of my s**t goes missing or messed with and I will hunt your a** down and make you beg for mercy. Obviously we're closed. Come back later." So far, it seemed to be doing the job well enough. No one had stolen any of her things, or came barging in when the smithy was closed to the public. Hopefully, no one would do any of that. The words on the sign weren't simply empty threats. And she'd prove it if the time ever came where she'd have to.

Riari had spent the rest of Heart Day hard at work in her workshop. She'd already been laboring almost nonstop over something, and hadn't slept for two nights. Honestly, she doubted she'd be sleeping tonight, either, but that was beside the point. She wasn't able to get it done in time and that irked her, but maybe it was better to finish it after Heart Day. That way, confessions weren't necessary and the gift wouldn't be seen as one. Yeah. That was the silver lining to this all. Riari continued to work all through the rest of the day, and the night. She skipped out on the fancy dinner that everyone in town seemed to be going to, but that was fine. She didn't need fancy food or company. She had Comet after all, and the fiery ferret was more than enough company for her while she worked.

Saturday morning found her still working. Hours passed and the sun rose higher in the sky as her work drew to a close. Wiping her head with the back of her hand, the fiery haired blacksmith surveyed her work with a critical eye. Picking up the staff she'd made, she spun it in her hands before snapping it so that it broke apart, the chains connecting the pieces sliding out so it could be handled in a new manner. A sharp spin had it resuming it's usual shape and the young woman gave a smug smile. It was big for her, but it would be damned perfect for him. It was the same measurement as the other staffs that he used to fight with. Grinning, Riari went and wrapped it up in durable cloth, tying it off with a cord before picking it up in her hand. Her own spear hung from her waist, broken apart so that it could coil around, the sharp point hanging at her hip. Heading home, she took a quick shower and changed into the usual top and skirt she wore, attaching her spear to herself again before picking up the gift and heading out. Comet chittered before racing over to her and scampering up her body, climbing to rest on her shoulder Riari laughed lightly and gave him a scratch on the head before making her way across town towards the dojo.

Once she'd reached it, the fiery blacksmith paused outside the door. It'd been two years since she'd seen Marcus... Did he even remember her? She'd use to go to the dojo everyday, up until the day she just upped and left down without a word, at least. Would he be mad at her for not saying goodbye? And for coming back out of the blue, two years later? Scowling at herself for hesitating, Riari rolled her eyes. The dojo technically wasn't suppose to be open to the public, but Marcus was always there training. Maybe it was open? The crimsonette took a small breath before reaching out for the door and pushing it open. Everything was just as she remembered... Comet was chatting to her on her shoulder, and Riari gently reached up to push at his head. "Hush, will ya?" She muttered before her ruby eyes fell on the form moving about. Marcus was training and she suddenly felt as if she were yanked back in time. This scene was so familiar... A small smile pulled up her lips, her pointer than normal canines showing as she stepped inside and let the door close behind her. "Ya look the same as always." Riari stated, leaning back against the wall as she watched him. She held the bundled staff in her hands, absently tapping it against the ground. "I got somethin' for ya." She offered no explanation as to why she'd left or why she was back. She interacted as if no time had passed at all between the last time she'd walked through the dojo's doors.

Comet shot off her shoulders and over to the window where birds were nestled. He scampered up to the sill, causing the birds to scatter and Riari rolled her eyes. "Sorry. That's Comet. He's a bit of a handful sometimes." Laughing, she pushed herself off the wall before approaching Marcus. She pulled off the cord that kept the cloth around the staff, and it fell to the ground to reveal her work. The staff was ornate, made out of a durable material that only Riari knew how to create. It seemed to shimmer an iridescent blue, shifting through different hues of the color depending on the light and angle. She'd imbued moonstones into her work as well, mixing the properties of the glowing stone with her specialized metal so that it took on the softly glowing characteristic and caused the staff to shine. Both the top and butt of the staff were tapered to points and Riari held out the work towards Marcus. "Before ya even say anythin', I'll have ya know it ain't just pretty. It's fight worthy." Stepping back from him, she flung the cloth on the ground off to the side with a sweep of the staff before taking a few more steps back. She settled into one of her forms and routines, spinning the weapon around so that it whistled as it sliced through the air. Snapping it so that it broke apart, she continued to move it with masterful control as the length extended and the pieces were able to move more freely. Her body spun and stepped lightly with precision and control and when she spun about and moved the staff one last time, it snapped back together into it's ornamental form. "It should be perfect for your measurements." She wasn't even breathing hard after the exercise that she had just put herself through. "I copied them off of the measurements for one of your staffs that I took last time I was here." Riari gave him an impish grin, holding out the staff for him to take. "Well? Whatcha think?" She wasn't going to tell him just how hard she worked on the gift. How she'd worked three days straight, including all those sleepless nights.


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Elegantly Egotistic

[Idha Lu]

I've been shot up and ъeaten to no end.


I was a man to be ғeared even when I was a slacker.

Now I am only a ϯraitor that had a cause.


Only fragments remain of what I ѡished to protect.



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Rando watched Illea roll around on the dusty ground with an eyebrow raised. Moments ago she'd seemed about ready to jump the former don. Although that had faded when Ylaine had spoken to them both briefly. She'd taken the radical change quite hard it seemed. Rando had to agree. It was a ridiculous change. It had taken him ages to feel like it was really, but he'd never made such a damned spectacle. He did briefly notice the tramp shoving past. Like always he didn't give her the time of day. It wasn't worth the trouble. Watching Illea make a fool of herself was far more entertaining. "You're a real freak, gun girl. You got my warning though, so you better as all hell heed it. Although I will be hunting down whoever convinced her to change her hair. Something isn't right about that s**t…" He ran a hand through his hair and opened the door to the bakery. "If you want to join me for a bagel or a hunt, feel free. Otherwise you can go be a freak anywhere else. I'm not treating you. You're s**t out of luck there." He walked up to the bakery counter, not even bothering to hold the door or wait for the red head's answer. Standing on the far side of the counter from the blonde bartender, he made his order. "One bagel, all the stops." He made sure to pay Adrian quickly, not interested in any chitchat.

After receiving his order, he sat down and began to eat, considering his best course of action. Asking his sister directly what had made her change her hair could have been an option. It may have been an option if she didn't despise him for being a creepy stalker and bully. Her distaste was fair. Why the hell would she have reverted to her old hair color though? She'd done it for missions sometimes. His hand crushed around his bagel, irritation building. She'd hated it though. How it looked like his, how people didn't find her as threatening when is was blue and even how dark it was. Emery had always been flashy. Blending into the alleyway or the wall, hiding in the dark, were all boring things. She wanted her targets to see her coming. She wanted them to run. She wanted to catch them and punish them. "The cook was the last person she spoke to. That I ******** know of at least." Excluding the baker who had no hand in the matter.

He'd taken all of two bites of his bagel before it was crushed into a sad mess. Leaving the remnants on his plate, he left the bakery once more. Enjoying a bagel was something his luck wasn't allowing. The best place to start was the ridiculous cook he'd spoken to the previous night. Another good choice would be to tail the girl and see if she located the people that influenced her decision Unfortunately, neither person was going to be easy to locate. Heading the the restaurant, he took a seat on it's front stoop, waiting to see if the cook showed. He had to eventually after all. Rando would speak to him when he did.



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Elegantly Egotistic




ζocation ↝ Restaurant


Ҁompany ↝ Alone


ɱood ↝ Pissed


ϯhoughts ↝ I'll just wait here.

[Idha Lu]

Location / / Inn (Kitchen) tab ⋮ tab Company / / Alone tab ⋮ tab Mood / / Hungry tab ⋮ tab Thoughts / / We'll see if he joins me.


ɪ ϵɴȷɵү ϻү ȿϻạʟʟ ғʀϵϵĐɵϻȿ.


⇦ I am free to rule over the inn however I please. ⇨



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Steal her virtue. The words tumbled around in her mind. Had that really been the blond's greatest worry? There was little left in virtue to steal. The younger man could easily think it was he who had taken advantage of her, but she was using him equally if not more so. The person she had been during those fleeting hours seemed so far removed from the her that was following through with family obligations while silently protesting via insubordination. The experience had not been distasteful. After all, she didn't dislike her choice of partner. Nor did she love him. Such a budding of emotion would be unacceptable and absurd. Thus, she had pulled the wool over her mother's eyes. There were no signs of whimsy or satisfaction to so much as raise the elder Valji's suspicions, meaning her mother had forgone checking her room where Garreth still remained. When the inn proprietress was certain her mother was indeed resting, she returned to her room.

Her eyes scanned his form with nothing short is disappointment. "I see you are not dressed." She kept her voice low. "As delightful as it would be to flounder the morning away, I am afraid I do have work to do and the earful I would receive if my mother found you here like this would be more than I could possibly bare for today." She raised a hand in front of her mouth, hiding a small smile. "That is what a responsible member of this family would say, but alas, I no longer seem to be a responsible member of this family. Though I still advise you get dressed and join me for breakfast. The earful you might receive is something I wish you be spared and breakfast is simply delicious." She shut her door and flipped the lock, sitting beside her fiance on the bed.

She traced his collar bone with her index finger, the look on her face softening as she did so. "If I were not so used to carefully controlling my expression I only imagine my face would be lit up like a beet at this moment." That was as honest as she could be. She wasn't entirely certain what sort of things to say the morning after. Despite her certainty that she had no lasting interest in the blond, a contentedness filled her when he was in her company. Regardless of what had occurred between them the previous day, she felt as though she could be more at peace. He wasn't someone she constantly had to push away or hide from. It seemed like a travesty really in regards to her vow in the face of Leena's tragedy. However she was also aware that should the comfort become too great and she slip, she would end up hurt as well.

Maryn gave him a quick kiss before standing again. "I'll see you in the kitchen shortly then." With a small wave she unlocked the door and exited the room, making sure her mother was not lingering in the hallway. She'd warned Garreth of the crone's presence which was a satisfactory start for the day. Making her own way to the kitchen, she pulled different chopped fruits from the fridge and mixed them together. Additionally, she collected a plate full of eggs and bacon that remained from the breakfast table set out for guests. The food was still warm, having been completed not long before.



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⇦ I am free to leave the inn when it suits me. ⇨



вυτ ɪ ωɪʟʟ ɴϵѵϵʀ τʀυʟү вϵ ғʀϵϵ.



Unorthodox Jukebox




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[Little Lark]

〖Adriane Celia Hawkthorne "Thorne"〗 〖Ex. Lt. Colonel of the Atlea Military〗 〖"The Hawk" of Special Forces〗 〖Serving alongside: Sarge ll Myself 〗
〖Currently stationed: Town Square 〗 〖Feeling: A whirlwind of conflicting emotions 〗

► Adriane sat in her apartment above the Jail House, clutching a letter in her shaking hand. The parchment crinkled and crumpled in her grip, at least until she placed it back down on the table and smoothed it out again as best as she could. Her mind was a mess of thoughts, never able to settle as they flickered and buzzed like a hive of bees. She was still dressed in her pajamas, having woken up later than usual due to the emotionally exhausting events of the day before. Her time at Roi's house had been confusing and wonderful, exhilarating and frightening all at once. With the recent confessions and their pasts laid bare to one another, Adriane honestly didn't know where she and Roi stood anymore. However, she stood by what she said. That she would always be there for him, no matter what. And she knew he'd be there for her, as well... Her gaze flickered over towards the sapphire studded silver hair comb that he'd given her the day before, reaching out to run her fingers over the teeth. A gift... and a warning. A reminder not to let the darkness eat away at her, until there was nothing left... And her own promise, to chase the darkness away, to combat it with all her might. Adriane's hand curled around the comb tightly, her eyes moving back to the letter on her desk. She'd promised to chase Roi's darkness away and to not let her own overwhlem her. But... "Can I keep my word?" Her voice was soft as she spoke to herself. Sarge came over, whining as she sat beside Adriane and put her head in the woman's lap. Giving a small smile, she scratched the dog behind the ears. "You're right. I always keep my word, no mater what."

► Sighing, Adriane stood and went to shower, changing out of her tank top and pajama shorts and back into the uniform she wore like a shield. The ravenette was quick to pick up Roi's gift to her, slipping the comb into the breast pocket of her jacket on the left hand side, so that it would lay over her heart. Scooping up the letter, she scanned it over one more time before very carefully folding it and placing it into her pocket. Grabbing her swords and strapping them to her waist, she made her way out of her apartment and down to the main floor of the Jail House. It was empty, as she'd released Vincent during Heart Day the day before. Without him there to make his usual snarky comments in the morning, it seemed rather desolate and unusually quiet. Now that she thought about it, the man practically lived in the Jail House. The thought made for a small smile to pull at her lips before she thought of the letter again and the smile instantly disappeared. Something had to be done about this. She would have to come up with a plan of action, and follow it through, no matter what. The question now was... what was she going to do? Adriane bit her lip, her stormy eyes conflicted as her brow furrowed. Making her way out the Jail House, she let the door slam shut behind her. Sarge took off, walking freely about the town in front of Adriane, though always circling back to occasionally brush by the ravenette's side.

► So lost in her thoughts, Adriane wasn't keeping a wary eye as she normally did. It was obvious that something had the Sheriff distracted... Making her way over towards the Town Hall, she paused in front of it. Edgar was already so busy with the preparations for the wedding. And if she went to him with this... she hadn't told him why she was really in Speranza. What she was doing here. Going to him with this would mean that she would have to tell him everything. Come clean. Adriane had no problems doing that, but it would distract him from what was a big event for this small dusty town. The ravenette let her hand fall from where she'd been about to open the door and instead stepped back away from the Town Square. No. She wouldn't tell him. At least not now. Edgar was already stressed with everything else. he would have be told, eventually. He would have to be warned...

► Turning away from the Town Hall, Adriane walked off and settled down on one of the benches in the Square. Her elbows rested on her knees while her head was placed in her hands, her ebony hair falling as she bowed her head and obscuring her face. She could always go and speak to Riari about this, but the crimsonette had gone to the Dojo today in order to give Marcus the gift she'd worked so hard on. And Adriane certainly wasn't going to interrupt that... Her thoughts turned to Roi. He was the only other one who knew of her past in full. But... after the time spent with him yesterday, she didn't want to confuse him further. Nor did she want to drag him into any of this... Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the letter, murmuring some of the lines aloud to herself. "Your father has been spotted. Intel has made sure their information is absolute. He's moving quickly. Adriane... Be careful. We believe that he's coming after you." After all this time spent searching for him and hunting him down... Did he know where she was? Or was he still searching for her? Hunting for her? If he knew she was in Speranza, then she needed to leave or else she'd put innocent lives at risk. She would have to meet him before he met her. Still, the area he'd been spotted at was a long distance away. It'd take a couple of weeks for him to even reach this place. She had time to come up with a plan... But she would have to do it soon. Speranza had become... a home to her. She didn't want to leave, especially now. But she had to confront her past and there was no way she was leading it straight to Speranza. Adriane continued to sit there, the letter in her hands and her head bowed.

[cohn jena]

Roi ¤ MacAoidh

¥ Restaurant Cook ¥

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"Ah. Yeah, I'll give these to her as soon as she wakes."

”Thanks, Matthew.”

A sort of awkward silence settled over the two, the horses nickering and snorting in the background. Roi, for once, was at a loss of things to chat about. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on his mind, stirring a whirlwind of confusing thoughts and feelings within the man. Each event had come at him rapid fire throughout the entire day with little pause, and he had virtually no time to sit down and sort through it all. Now, they resided in the back of his mind, quietly demanding for his attention and rendering him in a very distractible state. Rubbing the back of his neck, Roi was about to take his leave when Matthew spoke up again.

"I'm gonna have ta charge ya an arm an' a leg if ya keep those two here overnight again."

”I’ll gladly give ye both if it’ll mean ye’ll keep takin’ care of them,” Roi replied with a chuckle. ”Ye and Christine take wonderful care of them, and I’m forever grateful to ye two for doin’ that for me while I’m workin’.” His tone grew a little more serious. ”But I’ll have ye know I am perfectly willin’ to pay for their stay and cover any extra costs that they may cause ye. Just say the word.” The thought of imposing on the family did not sit well with the redhead, and he wanted to make absolutely sure that he did no such thing to them if he could help it. Walking over to his Clydesdale and Shire, Roi gave them each their share of pats, pets, and kisses. He would make sure to take them home this evening; knowing that they were near would help him rest easier at night.

”Thank ye again, Matthew, and thank yer sister for takin’ such good care of these two for so long. I must head out now though before I am late to openin’ the restaurant. I hope Christine feels better soon.” Smiling and raising a hand in farewell, Roi began the long trudge out of Adenia, through Tunilla and Idria into Cereus where the restaurant was established.

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Roi was lost in thought as he approached the street that the restaurant was on, using the long, quiet walk to finally start sorting through the tumultuous feelings and memories that rolled around in his mind. Heart Day had forcefully shoved into his face from all directions the possibility of moving on, and this time the dark shadow in the back of his mind could do nothing to stave them off. He still had the rest of his life ahead of him, so why was he letting this hold him back? After all this time, did he really still blame himself for what had happened? The feeling of guilt gnawing at his gut seemed to suggest this was the case, but perhaps--

These musings promptly fell out of Roi's head and rolled around his feet when he turned the corner to find the blue-haired man waiting on the front stoop of the restaurant. Why was he here? What in the world did he want? Didn’t he already make his point last night? The redhead hesitated, momentarily unsure of what to do next. Under normal circumstances he would have confronted the man, but this was no normal man, and the redhead was never one to simply walk into a bad situation if he could help it. Perhaps he should go find Adriane… Tell her what happened... For all things holy, though, did he really have to start wearing his sword on him again, after so many years…?






Mistress Orion




Merlin the Mage



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► With: Rando
► At: Restaurant - Outside (CEREUS)
► Feeling: Wary

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[Unorthodox Jukebox]

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G A R R E T H ✯ A L E X A N D E R --- K I N G

V I N E Y A R D ✕ O W N E R

Location: Maryn's Bedroom >>> Dining room

Company: Maryn's mother

OOC:

Merlin The Mage

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Had his fiancé not return to her room at the time, he could’ve finished the job cleanly. But, she did, to his dismay. Quickly, he pulled the sheet over his pride and eyed her cautiously. “Well, you’re up early… Or, is it noon already?” he looked to his watch strapped to his wrist. “Nope, it’s definitely early.”

“I see you are not dressed,” she commented.

“Well, I do enjoy being in my birthday suit,” the blonde smirked cheekily at Maryn. “Would you rather have me in clothes?”

“As delightful as it would be to flounder the morning away, I am afraid I do have work to do and the earful I would receive if my mother found you here like this would be more than I could possibly bare for today. That is what a responsible member of this family would say, but alas, I no longer seem to be responsible member of this family. Though, I still advise you get dressed and join me for breakfast. The earful you might receive is something I wish you be spared and breakfast is simply delicious,” she replied him.

“You talk a lot,” he raised an eyebrow at her. “Come here.” He no longer felt heightened so the coast was clear for him to invite her next to him. But then, what harm could such an excitement do? Other than get her excited and proceed to the next round.

The inn hostess did as she was told and sat beside his laying body. A body like Garreth’s should be forbidden to the eyes of mortal women, honestly. Quietly, Garreth watched her traced her bony fingers along the line of his collar bone. It sent shivers down his spine. And, by the Goddess, it wasn’t the cold creepy kind. “If I were not so used to carefully controlling my expression, I only imagine my face would be lit up like a beet at this moment,” she said, her voice morose.

“Then, just let yourself go,” he replied, his eyes never leaving her face. How he had wanted to cup her chin and kiss her. Romantically and passionately like those in the movies. Like those crappy romantic movies that women actually dig.

And, just like that she gave the blonde man a light peck on the lips and stood up. “I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly then,” she said before leaving the room.

“Wait, Mar-,” but he was too late, she was already on her way to kitchen. “F*ck, I was planning to sleep in,” he grumbled. “Wait, she said something about her mother… Shoot, will her mother be joining us for breakfast? Dammit,” he cursed some more before getting off the bed to gather his clothes that was now scattered around the wooden floor.

He felt like he was dressed to the nines when he buttoned the last button on his shirt. “Not overdressed, am I? You idiot, it’s not like you’ve got anything else to wear,” he mumbled to himself. “The sleepover was definitely not planned.”

Checking himself one last time in the mirror, he felt ready. It was time to impress the mother. Usually, he’d make an escape route whenever girls he dated wanted him to meet their parents. He sure as hell didn’t want to, especially not the parents of the girls he presently dated. This was an exception. He was going to marry Maryn and was bound to meet her mother sooner or later.

Please don't be here, please don't be here. Garreth chanted in his head as he walked down the stairs and into the dining room with like an absolute New Yorker. He scanned the room and there was definitely an older woman in the room. That must be her. Alright, King, time to impress the old lady.

“Good morning, Mrs. Valji. I take it your trip to Speranza was pleasant. I’m Garreth King. I’m sure your daughter has spoken of me,” he introduced himself as he charmingly took the older Valji by the hand and kissed it.