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as i believe the previous one (housed in apartment 310) is inactive, i'd like to reapp my warrior of light (dark knight) from ffxiv! his app can be found via sidebar link or directly under /a on this blog.
Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Khalja!
You will be housed in HOUSE 122!
You will retain everything you had previously!
- ⋆ Aspidiske
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Rumors of monsters have led him to the Cotes Ward in the hopes of- well, even he’s not sure what he’s hoping to find. Demons? Maybe. At least that would be a link between his home and this place. They said if he looked hard enough he might find bloodthirsty beasts, and boy, has he been looking. Long and hard enough that if, for some reason, you’re in the bad parts of the Cotes Ward, where vegetation has since reclaimed most of the street and buildings, you’ll hear the loud crack of a skull spattering against the curb.
Not Nero’s skull, of course. But rather the skull of a strange, shadowy canine whose red eyes fizzle out beneath the Devil Hunter’s boot. “Really didn’t put up much of a fight, did’ya?” Nero says to the corpse, leaning down to examine it closer. He really can’t tell if it’s the sort of thing that would crawl out of a hell gate or just another one of this island’s stupid farces.Â
It’s another sound from behind a crumbling wall adorned with moss that brings him back to his feet, baring Red Queen with a twirl to grip her better. “Here to tango?” He asks, assuming the noise belongs to another of the creature’s kin, “Better come quick. Dance floor’s open for business.”
( He doesn’t know that those sounds are coming from you, @toweringshadow​, and he certainly doesn’t know that bigger beasts, far more careful and quiet than the small dog at his feet, are almost upon them. )
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“Hmm... no, this just won’t do.” Ryou frowned as he looked at the bolt of fabric, feeling it in his hands carefully. He already had plans for a set of dolls he wanted to make, but this fabric’s texture was too far off- which truly was a shame, considering the pattern was perfect. For most, it wouldn’t have been a large issue... but Ryou took a lot of pride in his crafting abilities, and settling for anything less just wouldn’t work.
“There must be another one that’d work better... let’s see.” His eyes scanned over the rack of fabrics in the doll room, before pausing a moment when he noticed another hand. The hand, when followed back to the body, belonged to a very tall horned man- interesting. Ryou didn’t give any more start than would be expected of bumping into a random person, though, and instead just nodded to the fabric that the other had been reaching for. “Were you looking at that one? I wasn’t planning on using it, my apologies if I was in your way.”
hello there, here to app another warrior of light (dark knight) from ffxiv! khalja's application can be found via the link on this blog's sidebar or under /a .
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Khalja!
You will be housed in CONDO 404.
You'll retain the use of unmend up to five times per day. You'll also be given a big wooden sword.
-- mod altair.
UNDERTALE starters (NOT ACCEPTING)
@toweringshadow​ sent: “I do not know if this is pathetic or endearing.”
“ Well... “
What can he say. Its’ form is unmistakable in its’ comical proportions. A short stump of a snake with a swollen portion in it’s body. It was just an urban legend among many others so he wonders if it’ll act along the samelines as those stories tell.Â
“ Um... It can do long jumps and --- “
“ You haven’t been listening to its’ advice have you....? They’re notorious liars you know. “
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There was a cycle to it, really. There were many who have arrived from his own world, and while he knew some he did not know many even if they knew him. That glimmer of faint recognition - perhaps not accustomed to his features being shown? Or perhaps simply scanning a crowd of people? - made him think that it may be the latter.
Still, he would approach the other, nonetheless.
“Thou haileth from Eorzea recently, and thus thou mayest not be familiar with thine new surroundings.” Pulling out his notebook, he tried to keep a careful eye on the other to gauge his reaction. As much as there was some measure of guilt when other Warriors from other Stars hailed him as friend and he knew nothing of them, there was also the feeling of kinship that he was certain could not be falsified.
Even were he not to be the him from their worlds, the him from their worlds shared a friendship with them that he would honor as himself, now. Even if he would not trade his M’Nhuji Tia for any other Warrior of Light.
“Were’t thou to have any question, thou may asketh them and mine notes shall holdeth the answer. It hath been...Nearly two years since mineself hath landed on this Star.”
@toweringshadow​
An Au’ra.....a massive one indeed. Hal looked up at the large figure, a wave of his hand in greeting. A large wooden sword rest upon the other’s back, a warrior. Hopefully a friendly one. This new environment he was in was not one where he wanted to start making enemies.Â
“Salutations friend, tell me if you chose to but have you maybe seen an aetheryte crystal nearby?
far more welcomed it is, to be able to stand and BASK before statues of exquisite make and design, than it is to walk among those BUSY with their craft. he is far from a stranger to working with a craft, but it is far, far different to do so under the shadow of his own roof than to work beneath the SCRUTINY of a thousand eyes. maybe later he will find chance on his side and discover a means of working by his lonesome under the cover of shadows and CLOAKED in darkness. a grim gaze betrays no such thoughts, and if one didn't know any better, they would think that he too is a particularly LIFE-LIKE statue left to turn to dust in hundreds of years.
the cold twists of his heart struggle to find beauty and meaning, eyes seemingly catching ONLY smooth stone features and nothing that lies beneath. he could appreciate beauty, even at the WORST of times, but something about these faces, blank and smooth features they are, speak of nothing. âťťi don't know what they're playing at,âťž he hisses, quite suddenly RISING UP to life in the face of those blank stares. feeling eyes upon the back of his neck - real eyes - from across the room, he add. âťťi do not EXPECT this grand opening to end well.âťž i do not expect anything in this WRETCHED city to end well.
@toweringshadow liked for a starter.
