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Whipping around from the flower booth where she’d just purchased a ball of hydrangea blossoms, Maerwen made her way toward the perfume booth she’d been at less than an hour before. She didn’t trust that man - Fitzgerald. She didn’t trust that he’d created all of those perfumes, for one.

For another, she didn’t trust his supposed charm. Not one damn bit.

She’d seen charm, and it had been at the edge of a sword and a rakish smirk. She worked for the man now, just to keep him at bay.

She couldn’t do the same for Fitzgerald. But she could certainly show him that he didn’t have a hold on her - that he hadn’t pulled the wool over her eyes.

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Ibuki didn’t expect to run into anyone from his earlier years of life in Arcadia. After all, in comparison to where he used to live...This was kind of out in the sticks. His family friends sure as hell wouldn’t be here, given that fact. And he was somewhat relieved by it. He’d never been particularly fond of them anyways.

But, as he wandered back towards his apartment after work, he stumbled upon a somewhat imposing figure in remarkably neat clothing. It took a bit of squinting, considering the drastic fashion change, but he knew that hair and deeply buried existential despair weighing down on those wide shoulders anywhere!

Danny sailed into the Arcadian docks on his dinghy one or two minutes after their agreed date time. He’d agreed to meet Klaus right off the pier, and from there, go to a few bars. From their brief meeting at the auction (long enough only to place a name to a face, and to set up a plan), Danny wasn’t quite sure what to make of Klaus. He wasn’t the type he normally went for, and he was older than Danny was hoping, but other than that, he seemed like a pretty ok dude. Compared to some of those other descriptions, Danny felt like he hadn’t made out half bad. It would be a halfway decent time, at least.

After he finished tying up his boat, he put his hands on his hips, looking around, trying to spot where the other man was. Had to be around here somewhere...

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The air was the blacksmith could be compared to a summer’s day next to the forge. Gray worked comfortably in the heat, hammering at the metal that in time would be become a sword. Smithing truly was an art craft and he didn’t care for anyone who thought otherwise. Being able to take something and bend it and mold it into something completely new was nothing short of magic to him. He only wished he was better at it. 

Thus he continued to work into the late hours and picking up any extra shifts and projects he could. From fancy silverware to tools of protection he was willing to create.  

Gray was so focused on his current project--the repetitive hammering could really let the mind wander as his grandfather would constantly berate him for--that the only indication he had of a customer was from the cold chill breezing through the room for a moment. 

He looked up from his work to see a man about the same height, only he had dark hair and far nicer clothes. ‘Never divide your attention from your work. Multitasking will only net you a poor quality of both tasks.’ Gray could hear Saibara’s voice clearly in his mind as he put the metal he was working aside with his tools, walking around the anvil to approach the customer. 

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The library had been especially quiet today as people were going about their jobs or staying in with the increasingly cold weather. Iris was enjoying the chance to sketch out a few upcoming scenes for yet another story between taking calls at the desk, but when her watch chimed it was officially time to take a lunch break. She rose from her desk, stretching a little with a hum, and debated if she should have her lunch in or venture out for a little bit as well. Unfortunately, Grand Oak didn’t have an attached cafe.

22: tomorrow

Tomorrow. It could be a wonderful day.

That was something to look forward too, way back when Jill was still in elementary school, and it kept her going for the most part despite many wishes on her favorite star. Each day was spent avoiding interactions with certain bullies, both on and off the playground. There were some days where even hiding in the bathroom wasn’t safe enough because they’d always find her. Hell, she would even sneak back into the classroom during lunchtime just to hide under her desk since nobody would actually venture back into the one place that might give them extra work to do. Eventually though, they figured it out and decided to put gum in her hair as punishment for causing them so much trouble by forcing them to hunt her down like this. Needless to say, having to get a boyish haircut only amplified the remarks that would be thrown at her whenever she passed by the playground.

Hiding spot after hiding spot would be found, no matter how clever she may be when it came to tucking herself away in tight spots, until one day… She found herself crossing paths with someone a little bit older than herself. It was a miracle that she came to the right place, at the right time, so that older girl could punch one of the bullies square in the nose. Hard enough to make them gasp and bleed, forcing them to think over their choices for even a few seconds. That should teach them! They didn’t anticipate a stranger defending their victim like this… So they did what they felt was the safest option. Run away, like the cowards they truly were deep down.

A blessing in disguise– as Jill would remember it fondly– which saved her from having to hide until the end of her school years. That didn’t stop her from keeping her distance from people though, but this new friend was good enough for her. She would rather have one close friend than a bunch of people who barely knew or cared for her, after all.

Thinking back on these memories, Jill could only smile and even laugh a little bit after she realized something about back then.

Why hewwo there~