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Introducing ELATEDRAILS, where only the brightest of lights and hardest of laughs can be located.

Penned by Haru, she/her — 23.

Avari and Sindar fashion by silmaspens

Elvish character creator by findekane and dragon age picrew by Igraine.

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❝ What are you so hesitating so much for? ❞

It wasn’t supposed to hit her so hard, so why did it?

The time she had spent with Yusuke was merely something she placed in a specific part of her mind, between something meaningful and something to run from. Emotional intimacy had been far from anything she was capable of participating in without causing some sort of harm to it—but here she was, standing before him, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“It was never supposed to be like this, you know,” her explanation begins, her eyes never quite meeting his own. Instead, she looks out at the Dovebrook River, taking in a deep breath as she contemplates the way to navigate this without losing what she had grown most fond of all this time. “The way you looked at her—as if she had all your attention.. it—it bothers me.” She leans over the railing, attempting to mimic the sounds of crying—before it abruptly turns into loud, unfiltered laughter.

“Impressed by my act, detective~? I bet you wish you had my natural bravado~” she moves from the railing back to him, pushing her chest against his stomach, looking up at him while poking her tongue out. “I’ll teach you if you’re good~”

Unprompted <3

@tavern-of-muses sent: The lizardfolk stepped into Zetis and would blink for a moment while pulling out his map. "…Hmmmm… Did I get lost?" He questioned out loud as he gave a tilt to his head, leaning towards the right before he tilted his head to the left right after as he closed his eyes. "Hmmmmm… Welp! If I'm lost that just means it's an adventure and I'm here for it! Grah ha ha ha!" He'd beam before spotting the elf at a stall. "Hello there! Name's Grix Snapjaw! Can you tell me where the local guild is or where I might be able to grab a snack? I'm new in town and you looked friendly!" The inventor chimed his tail lifting and dropping.

The sudden sound of an unfamiliar voice near Valeria startled her. She took a step back before turning to look at the person and her eyes widened slightly—it was her first time seeing someone of the lizardfolk.

Without much thought, the Masked Fool tilts her head to a clock located in the train station, noting that the Nameless were due to appear within the hour. Her blood had been pumping, already having stuffed Skott into a trashcan to start her preparations to rope them into whatever shenanigans she had planned this time--only one could guess--when she suddenly spots a woman reading a newspaper on a bench nearby.

She smiles, walking over, but rather than confront her directly to start, she walks behind the bench, her gaze scanning over whatever page was being read. "So, you're here for the Phantasmoon Games, too?" Her tone was utterly absent-minded.

The desperation and submission that was laced with his tone had sparked an insatiable need to toy with him for a while. Moreover, his knowledge of Vita had intrigued him. Apart from her, nobody else had mentioned anybody from the other world she had discovered, imparting her wisdom as a Masked Fool onto the woman he yearned to find—perhaps she could get some information out of him.

“Let’s say, hypothetically, I do know this Vita person you’re after—what business do you have with them, huh?” She edges closer toward him, her eyes staring into his own. Unlike with many others of the past, she didn’t need to utilise grand schemes to get him to talk—this man would be easy to break. Pulling out her gun, she holds it to the side of his head, her expression suddenly serious.

“Let’s talk, shall we? I don’t feel like beating around the bush today.”

"You're taller than I expected you to be."

Standing before the white haired warrior stood a much shorter woman, built from mischief and unrelenting games. Her expression remains primarily unreadable beyond the flickers of interest in her eyes. A hum echoes through her throat, taking a step closer to the beauty stood before her. "I didn't have an opportunity to greet you properly last time. I'm Sparkle! I heard you're called Kiana, right?"

The events that transpired were rather destructively entertaining. Hopping from one chaotic force to the next, she never failed to leave a footprint wherever she was. She knew better than to assume that people would automatically come looking her way, but placing her mark on unchartered lands? Oh, how exciting.