#distantbluestar

Dropped for you!

Naturally, the Garden of What-If’s would set the stage for a perfect way to create models of his theories. At least, larger than the smaller ones he had at home or the miniature model that he wore on his wrist from Shulk. Something to observe, something to look at, and try and take notes on, if the mechanism behind this worked as he thought it did.

“Were’t to be mine own imagination, t’would be in accordance with the laws I hath observeth or wisheth to try...One wouldst imagine.” One last cursory look at his notes was given before he made his attempt.

Rubbing his chin, golden eyes closed for a moment, and the marble sand began to shift around him, forming a large (but not overly so) replica of his notes and diagrams of the constellations in this place.

Checking it against his notes, Urianger finally noticed a bright and familiar blonde mop of hair, and looked down at the young boy. Smiling gently, he gestured to the large if incomplete system he had created. “Tis incredible, if not an uncommon phenomena for this island.” Reaching out, he touches one of the marble structures, hand morphing it slightly before it pulls away.

The boy was a Heroic Spirit, that much was for certain. The glow of his entire countenance was already telling of his mana levels, but his signature was very obvious. Class uncertain, anything else obfuscated by the fact that he had lost much of his abilities upon coming here. It was likely, then, that the child was new here.

Not lost by the looks of it, more curiously wandering around on the train. The magus stands as it stops, stretching his back as he looks down.

“You should probably get off here, this train is going back to the station.”

He keeps a hand in front of the door, not allowing it to close so the child can go through.

sticking close to the entrance, wide eyes observing the scene before him. she could feel magical energy radiating from the boy, and though it was faint, it was enough. a Servant. not an uncommon sight for her, but one surprising enough for eyebrows to furrow in confusion. he looks to be just a child....Heroic Spirits can be summoned in such forms? casting such questions she looks to her left and then to her right, before back at the boy. nobody else seemed to be paying him much mind at the moment.

        she could do the same-- be on her way, pretending not to have seen the wide-eyed child staring at the sights. but, well.....

“ Are you lost?” she keeps her voice gentle; soft. she didn’t want to scare him or come off as rude. this should be good enough, she thinks. if he didn’t need help, then she would leave. simple as that. 

Klaus was just about ready to head out to start another day, when he notices an unfamiliar presence in the apartment. An enemy? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that he wasn’t expecting any visitors. With his sword still remained in its sheath, he cautiously makes his way down the living room. That’s where he sees...a child? No...Well, yes, but more than just a child.

“Good morning,” Klaus decides to greet and move his hand away from the unsheathed sword. He doesn’t sense any malicious intent from the boy. 

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Voyager!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 333!

You’ll retain the ability to use Swingby, which will allow you to fly for 25 minutes per day.

You’ll also be given a plastic magic wand.

Enjoy your stay!

Did it actually work? I’m so confused…I’m watching the livestream but I left for five minutes and came back and everyone...

damnhistrionics said: BIG INTERNET HUGS!! You are more than your appearance Daisy, and what you are is pretty awesome.

distantbluestar said: As much as I’d love to tell you to ignore his comments, I know it’s near impossible to do. However, I will tell you that I think you are beautiful. Your personality is what defines you, not your appearance. I see you as beautiful inside & out.

theeworldisours said: *hug*

whatmoviehasheseen said: Your dad made fun of you? Aww man, that’s not cool, don’t take his opinion as fact okay *hugs*