Welcome Yamraiha, your housing is currently under apartment U-5.

All of your prior statistics remain.

Enjoy your stay!

“The… gale?” He looked perplexed, knowing his domain was over life, not wind. Eyes locked strictly at her visage. Laughing, Mu waved away such silly accusations and shook his head. “Not in the least. Fortuna just frowns on you today, I’m afraid.” He wished he could offer her something to drape herself with, but armour and a tunic was all he wore. Both were unbecoming of ladies, and three, four sizes bigger than her. In the midst of his ideas of courtesy, he only heard her voice sharpen and her grimace grow. Any other time, the captain may have considered leaving her be, but—

“Now, now. Let’s get along, citizen!” He cooed, trying his damnedest not burst in laughter. “It’s not so terrible, the situation. Two’s better than one. It’s good to see someone from my world. That’s all.” She was certainly salvaging her dignity well enough, and he found her company intriguing. He took a gander at her identity too. Only one magician of importance resided in that refugee country. Unless she wore that silly, pointed hat for jest. “So… you’re the magician, Yamuraiha. Nice. Just as they say.” 

Mu studied her face, spying the dissatisfaction still sunk into her features. Not an easy woman, he thought and then went to introduce himself. His manners changed entirely in that single moment, no longer jaunty. His back straightened, making him a palm’s width taller than his lax posture before. The captain saluted regally, “Mu Alexius from the Reim Empire.” Then he slouched again and smiled pleasingly as before. He doubted his reputation went beyond the bounds of Reim, but asked anyway, just for curiosity’s sake. “Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” 

The heated woman let out a lengthy sigh, with an exhale great enough to shrug her shoulders, to draw her torso inward a great deal. She made no move to cover the curves and crevices laid bare by the accidental bathing, as doing so would be a moot point at this time. There was no saving her dignity, only the fact that as a woman of noble status, she must acknowledge the gentleman before her for keeping his wits about him, for averting his gaze and controlling his temperament instead of attacking like a ravenous dog in heat. 

Yamu exhaled again, her dripping hair shifting over her shoulders and flowing further into the supple crevice between her (surprisingly) unexposed breasts. The boiling sensation within her cooled, and after pressing her eyes closed and rubbing her temples with sodden fingers, her thoughts rationalized once more. She opened her eyes, this time giving a small nod in response to his words, still balling her fists into the fabric of her skirts.

"Indeed, your Goddess of Luck seems to have hidden her smile from all who have found their way to this land. It is quite, pardon the play upon words, the misfortune for those such as ourselves."

Although she had felt her dignity had melted away, she could still feign the feeling of the confidence that she usually carried, could still speak with the diplomacy that was expected of one of the Eight Generals of the King of the Seven Seas. It was an effort, one of which the force put into the gesture clearly showed, but Yamuraiha pushed aside her shame for the moment, and attempted to muster a friendly smile, to extend a hand in greeting.

"The bards have sung of your achievements just as it seems they have told tales of mine. It is an honor, My Lord, to meet you on a field that does not require us to do battle."

This time, as her own tiny hand was taken in his large palm, the smile was real, genuine, and for that small moment, warmed by the feeling of camaraderie and nostalgia for a shared homeland, Yamuraiha temporarily forgot her situation, and instead extended herself slightly into a curtsy, holding her sullied hat at her waist.

"--."

She did not remember the fact that her bare feet still touched the grimy marble floor of the fountain's basin until she was reminded. The magician's face and toes curled in disgust, and in the matter of a few moments, she had cast a spell of gravity magic to levitate above the water, manipulated it to draw the liquid from her gowns and let it orbit around her palm before raining back down into the fountain with an audible and wet plop. She nodded in thanks.

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Fifteen days, fifteen songs.

day 01 — your character’s current theme song.

day 02 — a song representing your character’s childhood. 

day 03 — a song for your character’s transition into adulthood. 

day 04 — a song that makes your character sad. 

day 05 — a song that makes your character happy. 

day 06 — the most played song on your character’s ipod. 

day 07 — a song your character dances in private to. 

day 08 — a song for a current storyline, plot, or struggle. 

day 09 — a song for past romances. 

day 10 — a song for an enemy. 

day 11 — a song for an ally. 

day 12 — a song for a lover or love interest. 

day 13 — a song for your character’s biggest regret.

day 14 — a song no one would expect your character to know. 

Finding himself in a mechanical jungle unlike anything he has ever seen, the Magi was both overwhelmed and overcome by curiosity. Buildings that rivaled the size of dungeons were rigidly placed one after another, structured in the most unnatural of ways. Foreign carriages zoomed over concrete paths, a suffocating smoke filling the air. The sheer amount of people travelling between them was staggering.

This did not discourage him, however. Aladdin simply believed this universe to be one more thing he would need to learn about, to acquaint himself with the style of life here and perhaps help those people who referred to themselves as ‘scientists’. Although their intentions were still a mystery to him, he did not have enough knowledge concerning their characters to make a judgement. Not to mention the explaining of the situation that man on the strange screen had done had been mostly in vain for the inexperienced youth.

Weary as he was, he had no reason to panic. The rukh were undoubtedly guiding him, even if their presence in this city had become a bit more faint than he was used to. 

Seeking out the ‘housing’ the scientist had mentioned, the boy excitedly boarded the perplexing, elongated vehicle the citizens called a ‘train’ and quickly searched for a seat. By following what the others did routinely, he was sure he would arrive at the right place. A smile brightening his expression as discovered an open spot, he politely asked the person nearby for permission to take it.

And the flow took her, washed over her like a bath of sunlight and honey, parted itself and snaked freely through the alleyways and avenues of the city, shining like a bright nebula, a milky way of a beacon that continued to lead the witch deeper and deeper into the sector. She weaved through the crowd, clutching her makeshift staff close to her core, held the brim of her hat with the other as the crowd of commuters and low-hanging awnings and overhead passings jostled both herself and the tipped accessory about. She was a tiny woman, with a large presence, but knew how to make herself smaller in the presence of others, to duck and weave, to draw into one's self when others pressed rather uncomfortably into her personal space and then some.

The rukh called again, a silent sound of fluttering wings, and drew her down a flight of stairs into the dank underground of the city, a world of moist air, artificial lighting, and mildewed laminate. She followed the throng of commuters, relishing somewhat in the newly opened breathing space, even if the air was no longer fresh and was twinged with the odor of perspiration and heat. She allowed herself to walk in a looser posture once more, unfurled from herself and continued on with her staff held at her side, her chin raised and her shoulders straight and proud.

She was jostled again, and her hat fell to the floor, was trampled by the commuters before she could fold herself at the knees and arch over to retrieve the garment from the ground. With a distasteful frown and a groan to accompany it, Yamu clutched the hat, shook it off once and continued to hold it in her hands as she navigated the maze of tunnels and escalators, following the signs to the train that would take her to the next sector. She passed through a ring of turnstyles, stood, now reflecting clearly and physically upon her dampened mood, waiting for the train, and filed in to take a seat as the doors were opened.

She settled in, watching the rukh flit about the steel tube, watched commuters spread themselves out in the seating or type away at computers and cell phones. She ran a hand through her hair, tucking bangs behind ears and straightening the locks that fell into the exposed skin between her breasts. She fiddled with the hat in her lap, hummed a Sindrian folk song under her breath and closed her eyes for a moment, let the stress of the day flow out of her on the breath of a long sigh.

That was, until her precious student stepped aboard the train. She could feel his rukh, bright and warm and familiar, light up the enclosed space as the doors closed behind him. He approached another, asked for permission to take the seat closest to them, and completely ignored the teacher that sat just a pivot away. She gave a dissatisfied frown and threw the hat at the boy, accompanied by an indignant shout.

♓: bless neptune for that

♓: whale id )(ON-ESTLY ratha have clean waters if ya know what i mean but yeah i get what ya sayin

Yes, there are what could be considered substitutes for a true ocean here in this city, but the water is dilapidated and polluted. I would much rather be landlocked than overtly ridiculed in such a way.