#eosavant

The pitiful wooden thing was already a bit damaged from her outing to the Fibonacci Ward the other day. She stared at it, as if in disbelief she was given this instead of the sword she’s always weld. But aren’t there weapons that exist, now? In the future? Her roommate certainly was an... expert on that, right? Perhaps swordsmanship had little use here.

“Whoa-” The pellet shot out of the handgun that he had been given, embedding itself in a nearby telephone pole. Dumbfounded, he walked over, only then noticing the civilian that had been standing nearby. Really nearby. Way too close for safety.

“Ack- Hey, it’s like,” he gestured to his gun, and then to the round projectile in the telephone pole. “Look, I’m a firefighter,” he placed a hand on his chest, as though it was obvious to everyone else what he meant.

“ Sorry for staring. It’s just, I thought I had recognized the grimoire on your waist there for a moment, thought I’d get a proper glance at it to make sure I wasn’t seeing improperly. But, those are the same kind an Arcanist would carry around, if I recall. “ 

“Geez, no matter where I go, you little guys still keep getting yourself into trouble. Oh boy.” Caspar held a cat in his hand before apologizing to the shopkeeper about letting the cat in his store. How was he suppose to know pets weren’t allowed. ... Okay, maybe if he payed attention to the small sign he would have noticed, but the shopkeeper didn’t have to be so rude about it. Still, Caspar knew it was against the rules and took his leave along with the stray cat. Setting it down on the grown, he was ready to give it a good scowling for his action.

“Now listen here mister. You should know to not try to convince anyone to let you into that store. You’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t clean up that attitude of yours, mister. Got that?” The only reply however, was the cat laying on his back, begging for a belly rub. How could the warrior resist!

Hm?

For a moment, it seemed like the curious woman was mumbling to herself. It wasn’t a concept Rider was unfamiliar with; one of his retainer’s wards talked to themselves so often that he was beginning to wonder if they even realized they were doing it. But this person seemed to be talking at something, not just to themselves.

So, filled with tactless curiosity, Iskandar went to investigate.

Dropped! Remember to include your housing info in the future!

another morning, another short trip to the grove. such quick, spell-based fighting styles simply don’t work well with this weapon. honestly, she’s confident no fighting style will work with the thin carved wood. but alisaie has to try. she has to practice. this might not be her home, but there are still people she’s yet to save and keep safe.

she isn’t always alone, nor does she make a conscious effort to avoid people. most people just hate getting up so early. sleep isn’t always so easy, though. turning with her blade, alisaie freezes and blinks at the sight of fuyumine... she feels familiar, unaware of whether or not they’ve met before. she’ll figure it out with time.

reign sentence prompts!

            Lycelle nodded, a distant look upon her eyes. As much as possible, she would not deny her friends the choice to stand beside her, as dangerous as the path may be. This wasn’t a journey she could take alone – a lesson she has learned dearly, by now. “ As much as I would wish to avoid such risks, they are unavoidable in our lives. ”

            And yet, those words still sting. Perhaps that is what he would have told her, at least in dreams – the nicer ones, at least, where he accepted her apologies. And so, why? Why was not she granted that chance to risk herself for the ones sheloves?

            Why did Papalymo have to throw her towards the airship?