#a starter!

The subject of the Shikon no Tama had been on the lips of his bandits for weeks now. A subject he cared not for in the long run of things. Though, he could not deny his bandits when a potential trinket for theft came up. The jewel piqued his interest, if only because it could supposedly increase the strength of a demon to heights untouched. His bandits could always tell that golden eyes showed no interest in the gem, and yet he indulged them nonetheless.

With this, the bandit king arrived at the village of the priestess said to be holding the trinket in her possession.

He stood in a tree, glaring down at the woman, one slick black brow raised in curiosity. Her power could be felt from miles away, a strong priestess. And yet, there was a sorrow and a sadness to her that made the air around them electric. The fox ears matching the color of his hair were flicking slightly as the electricity in the air resounded between their conflicting auras. He tilted his head to the side and jumped to land on the ground, taking a step or two closer to the woman before stopping.

When Haven had told her she was setting her up on a date, Liv could have killed her dance partner. Almost literally, but then she would have needed to set it to rights, and she was pretty sure that necromancy was still outlawed by the Council. She’d argued and told the other girl that she didn’t need to be set up for anything, that she was doing quite well on her own, but Haven had simply laughed and given her the time and place to be there. She’d been assured that this wouldn’t go poorly like the blind dates her Mum had set her up on, but Liv didn’t really believe that for two seconds. 

Dates were awkward enough as they were, even with people that were already known. She’d been assured that she and this “nice guy” would get along famously. Supposedly, he was very sweet and Wiccan, which meant they’d at least have a few things in common. Liv had also been assured that he was very attractive or “fucking hot”, as Haven had put it. 

Haydn. That was the bloke’s name. Outside of the few details she’d been given, Liv had absolutely no idea what to expect. At least they were meeting up at one of the local non-chain tea houses. This way, she didn’t have to dress up, nor did she have to dress down. She’d chosen a pair of flattering, mid-rise jeans and a simple heather green shirt with three quarter length sleeves - not too low cut, but lower than a standard t-shirt collar - for the “date”. 

She’d even made sure that she was a bit early, so that she could get the lay of the land and find the exit doors in case a hasty escape were needed. Wavy, dark hair had been pulled back into a rather sloppy ponytail, and she pulled a tendril over her shoulder to fidget with it nervously while she waited. All the while wondering if this had been a good idea, or if she should have just stayed home. 

Curse you, Haven, she thought good naturedly. I’m so blaming you if this goes to shite. 

“Mako-chan! Mako-chan, wait up!”

It wasnt the best idea for Nagisa to be running, but that didn’t stop the little blonde from doing just that. The snow came down like big, white feathers that melted when they came into contact with Nagisa’s mittened hands or his chilly, pink-tipped nose; it also coated the street, creating a thin but slick layer of ice detrimental to those more inclined towards clumsiness.

Like Nagisa.

As he approached, Nagisa tried to skid to a stop, but there was no traction on the soles of his boots, and so instead of stopping just short of Makoto, he slid right past him and fell on his bottom. A little flustered, but otherwise unperturbed, Nagisa looked up at Makoto, face shining.

[ @gearhead-rockbell > EdWin fluff RP!] 

The sounds of an engineer working on their workshop weren't unfamiliar to Ed, and even less the ones that belonged to Winry working on her trade. It was like a little symphony, in a way, of high-pitched notes dancing around each other. Metal against metal, such small pieces holding a master piece together. A song that, as all other, had it's crescendos; the sounds became louder, stronger, more passionate as the metal was being worked on. There were also bridges of quiet when it was the wiring that was being perfected, every metal string ready to fulfill a function. 

It was loud, it was mesmerizing, and Edward was full of respect for it.

.... But it was fucking annoying at three am. 

Peppermint was in the city with a setup table that had trays of homemade treats and candy that looked like butterflies, grasshopper, beetles, dragonflies, and so on on display. On the side was water, lemonade, and soda for the customers to come and choose. The sign in front of the table said “FREE! DOES ACCEPT DONATIONS!” placing an arrow to a box where donations were accepted.

Peppermint himself was smiling, looking around as the people come and go.