childrens emperor.

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    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.”

Titus was nervous. while he was brave, that only meant he would persevere and push through the trials at hand. it was difficult to suppress shudders when he thought about the beasts attacking the city and roaming the forest, but focusing on his task, along with his newfound company, did wonders to calm him.

...the praise certainly didn’t hurt, either.

“Sure thing,” he offers her a small smile, determination clear in his single golden eye. “People tend to look at me and think ‘no way in hell is that man anything other than loud and flashy,’ but...Don’t judge a book by its cover, y’know?” he could certainly be brash in his tactics, but stealing often required precision, and Titus hadn’t become a famous thief without mastering stealth. “Sit tight. I’ll grab ya a feather, then maybe you’ll return the favor with somethin’ more dangerous!”

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.

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--

      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.”

Titus jumps to his feet rather quickly for someone who had just fallen, only wincing slightly as he brushes dirt from his pants. he’d no doubt have a decent sized bruise on his ass later, and his elbow was bleeding a bit, but that was a small price to pay for (hopefully) minimizing the damage the other took.

he follows her gaze to her knee, brows furrowed. seems neither of them got off completely fine. once again, he silently curses himself for being so clumsy before rummaging around in his pockets. “Me too,” he laughs, smiling as he keeps fishing around (jeez, how much did he have in his pocket?), “that’s why I ran into ya in the first place. A whole ass decade with only one eye and you’d think I’d learn-- Aha!”

miraculously, he’s found a roll of bandages, which he holds up triumphantly. 

“Knew I had these somewhere. Dunno when I even started carrying these, but I’m sure glad I have ‘em now!” once upon a time, Titus would’ve left a small wound to heal on its own. a scratch here and there was no big deal, right? just spit on it! yet...that wasn’t very lord-like, he was told, and in order to avoid being chastised or trailed by panicked servants after a particularly bad fight, Titus invested in some bandages. “Here. Have some. The least I can do.”

“…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.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh? I like guys, too!” that’s...not what was wrong with the statement, Titus.

how many times was he going to slip up? maybe the great thief was losing his touch! nah, couldn’t be... even if he’d mostly given up any and all dreams of future heists, he knew he still had it in him. as he runs away from the scene (he’s got to be far enough away by now, right?), he convinces himself his mistakes must be caused by being so disoriented. yeah, disoriented! so much so, he takes a sharp left turn, and...--

                                      --THUD.

he rams right into someone, full force. the impact was enough to send both parties falling backwards, but by some form of instinct, Titus grabs the others wrist and pulls her towards him, effectively making sure that he’d take the brunt of the fall. sure enough, he met the pavement none too gracefully. at least his unfortunate partner in this seemed fairly unscathed.

“Ow, ow, ow--”

you’ve had over 10 years to learn not to take hasty left turns, ya dumb-ass! he chides himself silently, before realizing he’s still holding onto the girl. he lets go quickly and scrambles to find something to say. he almost can’t conjure any words, staring at this stranger who...definitely was a stranger, right? there was something... he blinks, shakes his head.

no, no-- just a stranger.

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!”

now he was about ninety percent sure that his was just a very small person and not a child. probably good that he didn’t lead with hey, are you lost? and inevitably make a fool out of himself. there was still plenty of time for him to embarrass himself, though; Titus Ram was clever and he knew a thing or two about wild plants, but...flowers? he always needed some refreshing on them.

“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.”

“Nope, no thanks!” he’s wasn’t too keen on fighting monsters, but he would readily admit it had been too long since he a good ol’ fashioned brawl. nighttime had a lot to offer, if one knew the right places to look. and, as a (mostly) former thief, he definitely knew where to look. “There’s loads of shit to do at night! There’s gotta be taverns, right? And there ain’t anything better than climbin’ a building and stargazing on the roof. Or...

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“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.

Titus’ voice is fairly deep, but not overly so. If he’s angry, it definitely can lower even more, and he can easily quiet down a room by yelling. I guess the right word is commanding. When he’s just talking normally, or laughing, his voice isn’t quite as rough, usually having a playful lilt to it.

“Guess I never really thought too much about ‘em. If I sit and think too hard about it, my brain starts to hurt.”

“Oh, uh, probably around--”

wait--