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“Morning Boss!  How’re you feeling today?”  His loud voice breaks the silence of her office as he throws the doors open dramatically.  While yesterday was...interesting, he won’t bring it up unless she does.  

Plus he’s sure his red hair would get chopped off today if he said anything wrong.  

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    "Morning!  Did you sleep alright?”  He waves at the woman from his position on top the roof.  The sun was just rising, and at least now he could see where he was hammering.  The repairs for this village was almost complete, and he was ready to move on to their town hall.  The people seemed happier, though wary of another monster attack--but like lightning they hardly seemed to strike the same area twice.  

    The house under him could house the injured again, and hopefully keep the rain out.  

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“Welcome home, Miyuki.  The bath’s drawn and hot if you want to bathe first.”  There’s a light hum to his voice as he walks out of the kitchen and towards the door.  He flashes her a smile once she’s in sight, and moves to take off her heavy coat.  “One of our clients gave me a strange gift.  A fresh tuna from the market so I’m making it into sushi for dinner.”  He hangs her coat neatly onto the hooks near the door before walking back towards the kitchen.  

squinting at you

  “Is someone upset I didn’t boastfully declare I would smash or pass you? Come ow, if you truly wish to know answer- you’ll just have risk finding out first hand yourself.”  While his expression appeared unbothered and his tone gave no hint of joking, the top of his tail would find it’s way under chin, keeping eye level with him. 

The tone is a warning, even if his voice is cheerful and could denounce otherwise. Rannulfr took no pleasure in tricking young people into joining their oh-so-worthy cause, but he was the one always in charge of making sure they did not stick their noses in matters which did not belong to them. Not unless they want to meet a swift end, of course! 

“I’m not going to be one that tells you what you can and cannot do, newbie. Follow common sense and you should be golden. Now, what does your common sense tells you about locked rooms in a place where you should not be?”

As “family” as they were, Ran was in charge of protecting the pack. This girl had potential, but too much curiosity could come back to bite you in the end. Such were the rules of this place, a world that had no use for people like her - people like him, people who were viewed as insects and rats by the nobles up above. 

selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful [ for either gran or lancelot, whichever you'd like! ]

Writing Prompts || Always Accepting (feel free to turn into threads)!

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     He’s never been the best helmsman. In fact, he’s not a helmsman at all. He can barely find his way around the countless halls and various nooks and crannies of the Grandcypher let alone find his way through the vast and unforgiving skies that stretch out all around them. Not the mention the fact that he doesn’t know the first thing about operating an airship, reading the wind, or navigating through a storm. He knows vague words for pieces and parts he’s seen Rackam tending to or overheard Eugen fixing, but even then he can typically only answer with a shrug and a scrunched up nose that betrays his near constant confusion when it comes to the wonderful world of airships he has no grasp on whatsoever. So, he can’t say he’s surprised when, as a result of an unfortunate series of events (which he really should be used to by now) that had separated him from the crew, he found himself tangled up in a collection of flickering cords, vision clouded by smoke, in the cockpit of a tiny speedrunner crashed on some wayward island he’s never seen or heard of. Inhaling sharply where he lays is a mistake - exhaust and God knows what fumes filtering into his aching lungs as he lets out a strangled wheeze in response. His back is throbbing where it’s shoved up against the side of the seat - armrest digging into his skin trough the fabric of his cloak, and he feels like someone has bent his spine in half.

       A huff makes swear-slicked strands of sandy brown hair quiver against his grimy forehead where ash and dust clink to his skin from the sudden, and less than graceful landing. Lips are twisted into a pursed frown as he yanks his legs back inside through shattered windows, mindful of the glass that falls all around him with the motion. Hands detangle themselves from what’s left of the steering wheel so palms can brush against his chest and sides. Thankfully, he appears, physically, no worse for wear than he had been before. Quick thinking and the fact that this far from his first crash making it so he had managed to avoid any serious injuries when the tiny airship, if one could even call it that, had collided with the side of the island. Wrapping his fingers about the the handle beside the caved in back of the ship, he thrust his legs forward with all his might and kicked the shattered door right off of its ailing hinges - the remains flying through the air until they clatter against the ground a few feet away. With it out of the way, he shoves what few supplies had survived the fall into his pockets and climbs, clumsily, out of the airship. 

      Feet hit what he assumes to be solid ground, but he’s still winded and disoriented from the crash, and the soles of his boots slip and he’s sent rolling down a slight incline. Teeth grit as his already battered body is sent head over feet into a pile of rumble. Yanking his head up from the dirt, he shakes his head - debris flying out from where they had gotten tangled in his hair and a hand moves to press itself against his aching back. Fingers digging into the curve of his spine as he tries to soothe it back into what feels like it should be its proper place. But he pauses mid-crack of his bone as auburn eyes catch sight of what he’s managed to, quite literally, stumble into. Shimmering crystals of countless colors stretch out before him - their beauty made all the more apparent beneath the glare of the setting sun. Lips part in something akin to wonder as his eyes widen at the sight. He quickly scrambles onto clumsy feet, wiping his hands on his pants - blood and grime already staining the fabric from where tiny cuts lined his palms from the fall. 

“No. I can understand that some people I’m a prize catch and all, there would be so many legal issues since someone people who entered are only ten Plus can you imagine if the person who won was married or something? Scandal wouldn’t be enough due describe the field day the media would have. That would support the careers of at least five percent of tabloid journalists desperate for writing gigs and attention.”  He shrugged as he dismissed the whole rumor without hesitation. Though he he did smile and wink at her afterward.