#tharsiis

You have returned, traveler. Have wishes called you here again, to this bright and bare wasteland? Very well. You will always be welcomed.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #1. You will retain all that you have received from your previous stay.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

          ozpin should be the first person that knows that moving a wound is detrimental to himself, but his stupid pride gets in the way of everything, it seems. the red drip streaming down his elbow is obvious enough to the person before him, that much is clear. he had sat down for one moment, and already was a bandage being wrapped around his arm. speedy, huh? oof. “ there are other patients to attend to, really, it’s-- “ stop moving, idiot. now you’re just bleeding more. looking at it gives him pause, and all he has to do is glance at the boy’s disapproving expression before sitting back down again. fine. he’ll go along with it, but just this once.

          “ ... i appreciate the assistance. “ he says finally, giving a sigh. “ it must be busy around here. “

event starter for @tharsiis

          {♠} —; The initial incident of the day lead to a lot of gathering around. The bustling noises that were previously a sign of life, turned soon to hushed voices. Gathering between fighters, gatherers, and defenders were being lead. The woman who was leading the front—Frederika. She was taking account the weapons coming in and out of the shed. Sonya had her pick from the litter, and aside from her go to sword, she picked up a rather simple looking staff made of metal.

          {♠} —; After asking for further instruction, Frederika pointed her off to someone who was going out for resource collection. Ah, of course. She nods her head, and begins making her way. Last time this happened she was the one who’d gone out collecting. Seems now she’s now on bodyguarding, but that was alright. It suited her more.

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #6.

Your pendant sits upon your mattress…

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

Coffee was certainly a life saver whenever he was working, even more so when he was tasked with large projects. It wasn’t exactly the healthiest habit, especially how he often spent days relying on it and never getting even a wink of sleep. Mikado never was very good at taking care of himself, after all.

He could rest easy now, at the very least. Having just recently moved into Stella City, he didn’t have too much work to do at the moment, giving him a little bit of free time. It’d been a long time since he was able to sit down at a cafe and peacefully enjoy a morning cup of coffee; he was always too busy and rarely had the chance to enjoy himself.

While about to take a sip of his coffee, Mikado noticed a light-haired man searching for an empty seat. He was more used to being the observer type and wasn’t so good at initiating conversation (he’d usually scare the other person off somehow), but he supposed it couldn’t hurt to say hello and offer some help.

Hey, that’s me. You don’t get a fancy message, me. I’m too tired to waste energy on myself. Have fun not being in jail anymore, go ahead and live in Hummingbird Hotel #201 instead.

Slaine Troyard has departed from Hiraeth. Please unfollow his blog!

♧: something my muse is really good at

Neon graffiti. Neon art in general. She’d probably be a pretty good artist if she applied herself to learning other mediums. She showed a lot of talent in wielding her power to create some of the artwork displayed within the game, and I imagine it takes a lot of skill to be able to focus her power into creating it. Also even her writing in neon is so nice and neat. Now if only she’d apply herself to more than just lazy doodles in a notebook during classes.