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Hm. She doesn’t remember if she’s ever traveled to Yesteryear or if Yesteryear had even been here when she was last in this prison. She doesn’t have her book. A book full of all her paintings and it’s why she had to drop by a store and purchases a new one. She suppose it doesn’t hurt to start completely over and so once arrived at Yesteryear, she’s seated a good distance away from Feniks who remains perched on a rounded stone. He caws once, moves a couple of time to find the perfect comfortable spot, but that’s all he does. At this point, the crow knows to stay still and he does. 

Corvus starts painting. She lightly strokes the thick paper with the tip of her paintbrush, creating the shadows around the crow. 

Mommy! When I grow up I want to be a really good painter just like you! We can paint the world together! 

I’M GOING to be a programmer so maybe I’ll be doing something with your paintings then, HUH~?

<What are you talking about~~~~?>

Getting a feel for the place had taken a bit of time, but the spirit felt like it had been time well spent. After all, in a situation like this, it couldn’t hurt to be careful. There was an excitement that came about from planning a heist- something completely divorced from the millennium items and his mission, which gave it an almost nostalgic feeling. Now, this place wasn’t going to be as heavily outfitted with traps and curses as a pharaoh’s tomb... but there was still plenty of fun to be had in this modern era.

He’d picked night for his time of choice, dressing in formal clothes to match the others who were arriving for the ball. He’d take his time and get a feel for what the evening’s security would look like... and in the meantime, play the part of his meek little host.

@elvenrule​ said: 🌟 🛵 for the icon meme!

Help I drew too many icons and I want to show them off

🌟- One of my favorite icons

I think these two are my favorites rn-- I like all of the curious ones !

🛵- An icon I don’t use very much 

Sparring/Training Sentence Starters: Accepting!

Yua is a whole legend in her strengths and flaws. I don't think the story goes very deep with her but I do think she's really charming in both selfish and selfless ways. The writing isn't perfect but I think she's great.

Then there's Prime minister Kamil who's this very practical, intimidating person. Very villain like introduction but he's actually one of the ppl on seiichirou's side. He's likely also fairly work oriented but not to seiichirou's level (I think his and seiichirou's chemistry might even work better than aresh with seiichirou lol) Very cruel to his enemies.

Then there's Norbert who's just this typical kinda airheaded seeming friendly funny guy. I don't actually know how to describe him further other than has just one of those really easy to like characters mostly there just for comical relief. He works with seiichirou on the accounting department

She knew that this would happen. You never really speak to a person one time and never see them again when you’re at Radiale. There’s always going to be a next time, then a next time after that, and then after that. It’s how she’s gotten to know so many people. Tranduil is just another person added to that list.

“I see you got my text.” She says, voice just barely above a whisper. She doesn’t want to disturb the peaceful air that Savior’s Respite has to offer.

Now he finds himself alive once more, within a sprawling land of contrasts connected by the hole in the earth; darker than the one within his own face. There is plenty that piques Minos’ curiosity, every minute raising a question that may or may not be answered in time. It seemed as if some of the other people he found himself awakening with were more confused than he was. Not that the soul wasn’t perplexed, but he simply took it upon himself to venture out and explore this strange land himself.

‘Cotes Fantasci’ was the ward Minos visited last, and it happened to be the ward he felt the most composed in. Archimedes was somewhat more like his kingdom in Lust during his rule, but the storybook-like nature of this place held a whimsical serenity that reminded him of Limbo. The Prime Soul’s curiosity eventually led him to the large tree that cast its shadow far and wide across Cotes. Faeries, foxes, bugs of all sorts and more surrounded the towering tree, so many creatures that Minos had only seen from glimpses at the Earth, from memories and tales told by his subjects. It was... comfortable.

Yet this place ultimately felt as much of a cell as Flesh Prison was.

A weary sigh escaped Minos’ being as he looked around once more, only to notice another being near his presence. A tall, fair-haired creature that appeared similar to the extinct humans of Earth. He held a regal aura around him-- one of power, much like himself, though with some vague differences. He wonders...

“Never in my years have I encountered such whimsical nature. Art thou more familiar with these creatures, fair one?”

but sephiroth is unafraid of anything lurking in the woodland. in fact, he doubts there is much within it capable of truly harming him. he carries his sword, of course, but it’s not a necessity. even his armour is lacking; his former SOLDIER uniform discarded for something befitting him now, as he is. a creature of the mistwood, much like the monsters within it.

his purpose isn’t clear but he wanders through a clearing, emerging from the thicket of brambles and thorns which merely brush against his skin, instead of snagging at the flesh. daylight is fleeting, casting the area of greenery into a darkening, purple mist of evening hues; lavender and blues melting as the sunlight fades from atop the trees.

a stranger too is wandering here. a stranger indeed, for sephiroth has never seen this person before, this man as tall and lean as growing white oak tree. as sephiroth approaches, he finds the man to be of an equal height, a rare thing in spirale. they might almost be twins in the shadows of the dusk, but sephiroth notes many differences, differences which snare his interest for a moment. 

he does not often meet people even close to matching his visage...

“there are consequences for getting lost in the woods at night.” he warns, pausing to stand a few feet away from the man. “and i am not in the habit of stepping in to save people from them. what are you doing out here, so far from the island’s population?”