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MIA ❅ Golden Sun series

a mercury adept, your local healer from imil at your service ! 

specifically, this is pre-dark dawn mia; if she ever were to meet rief and nowell in this city, there’d be a lot of confusion

gentle, compassionate, kind; fits the bill of the stereotypical white magician girl, y’know ? but is not afraid to call you out on your shit if you do bad things

this whole phone and technology thing is so strange to her. please handle with care, she’s struggling to understand how things work in spirale

luckily she still can use her ply skill on you ! need a healing? don’t worry; mia will take care of it, but don’t count on her for combat atm

all in all, a nice girl as long as you’re nice. 

lamakan desert is bad 0/10 wouldn’t recommend

“I see.. so it’s not something that exists in your world,” the admittance wasn’t surprising to Watanuki in the least, however; even before arriving in this place, his knowledge of other worlds helped him to understand the differences between them and his own. It would be strange for all of them to be similar as well, wouldn’t it? “Well, I do hope you enjoy celebrating Halloween during your stay in Spirale. It seems to be a favourite amongst many people.”

“Please, help yourself,” Watanuki gives the girl a small nod of his head as they make it into his living room, indicating that she was free to sit wherever she’d like. She did look tired, after all– he wondered just where exactly she had travelled from while carrying such a big pumpkin. “As for the carving itself.. typically, people tend to make scary looking faces out of them. But really, it all depends on what you want to see. For example..”

He moved a little, reaching into a drawer in one of his side tables to pull out a black marker. After going down to the ground on his knees, Watanuki appeared to go deep into thought before he began to draw something on the pumpkin’s orange surface. It didn’t take him very long, and once he was finished, he turned it around for Mia to see; the vegetable now sporting a pair of sharp looking eyes, with a wide, toothy smile underneath. It definitely wasn’t scary, although the attempt was there..

“I’m not much of an artist I’m afraid, but this would be the general idea. If you don’t like this one, we can wipe it off with a towel and try something different. What do you think?”

💙❄💙👼 : She shakes her head. “ Not at all. ” It’s strange to admit, really; ‘halloween’ was a word that felt utterly alien in her tongue, no matter how much she heard it, how much she repeated. “ Was it a thing where you come from ? I must admit that there’s so many people around here, you hardly can keep track of everything. I assumed it was a favorite; everyone seemed to ectastic for it. ”

Doing as her host said, Mia takes a step inside; it was comfortable and clean, and nobody knows better than her that one’s space told much about their person. She whipped her feet on the carpet, and thanked him for letting her in. “I’m fine with anything, to be honest. I don’t consider myself the most creative person out there,” came her sheepish response. “I’m far from being skillful with crafts, but I wanted to give it a try.”

She observed as Watanuki searched on his drawer, curious about it. The black maker made it all more evident, more so when he drew the sharp teeth on the pumpkin. She tilted her head to the side, analyzing its feautures, looking at the drawing, a faint smile on her face. 

[TXT]:   That’s what makes it a statement piece! Large makes an impact, after all! [TXT]:   I’m in Archimedes. That’s not too far from you is it? [TXT]:   Oh I think they’re busy… I thought I’d ask around instead. [TXT]:   Do you know where Cafe Pandora is?

[txt]: I think I just passed by there, actually.

Such energy and enthusiasm ! It brings her memories of someone she knows well.

[txt]: Uh, hello? Good morning, this is the right number, right? [txt]: I hope I didn’t get it wrong.

Still, Mia managed to get by, in little ways; technology wasn’t as hard to use as it was at the start, she even could write some short messages on her phone, no matter how slow she was at typing. The chilly breeze outside was a good sign for her -- it had been so long since she had felt the cold on her skin. Summer, with its suffocating warmth, was a little more than a torture on her clothes, so winter was welcomed with gusto. A much necessary solitary stroll is taken, though it doesn’t stay that way for too long.

The so-called ‘Halloween’ had finished, for good measured: too many monsters had ran amok, wreaking havoc, preying on the innocent. It did not sit well for her, but she didn’t stand still. It was over, if nothing else. There was a new worry in her mind: clothes. She hadn’t gotten new ones since...she arrived here, really. Paying through the phone wasn’t her forte still, and so braced herself for the clothes store.

...

After singing to the other,the hand that was on his chest had moved up to gently scratch at his head for a few seconds before quickly making sure the cardboard rocket was still in tact and wasn’t going to fall off anytime soon.

He pauses for a moment tho when the other said his name. Wait she knew him? Did he run into her in a previous adventure? She…..Wasn’t familiar to him,so the bandicoot’s brows furrowed into a upset expression as he gives a nod at the question, before singing to the other

 ‘ Uh yeah that is my name…..Do I know you? ’

💙❄💙👼 : The way his expression morphed into pure confusion was enough of an answer for her: he does not recall her in the slightest. She cannot blame him too much, though, given the oddities you could run across Spirale. She’s patient, if nothing else. “ I met you a while ago, ” she smiles. “ a month or so, I think. It’s alright; I understand that it’s hard to remember, sometimes. ”

     if  it  were  one  thing  even  great     actors  could  not  fool ,   it’s  be  pure  instinct ,   the  very  innate  response  to  stimuli  keeping  people  alive .   perhaps  it  is  a  thing  Joseph  can  no  longer  control   —   ill  -  intent  seeping  out  voided  heart .   in  hearing  her  words ,   which  were  filled  with  the  instance  of  leaving  no  matter  what  he  would  claim ,   the  photographer  could  not  help  but  to  laugh .   what  a  personality .

     ❛❛   is that so ?   well ,   then i must thank you for your help .   ❜❜     one ,   two  steps  taken  forwards  before  breaking  into  a  casual  walk   —   shortening  their  distance .   beguiling  smile  unwavering  as  manicured  fingers  dig  into  coat  pocket ,   brushing  past  the  silver  helm  of  his  sword ,   &   finishes  out  a  couple  of  wrapped  taffies .     ❛❛   as a thank you ,   please do take this .   after all ,   it’s Halloween ,   &   it’d be plenty rude to ignore tradition .   plus ,   between the prospect of a nasty trick or candy ,   wouldn’t you say it’s better to take the treat ?   ❜❜

💙❄💙👼 : Instictively she takes a step or two backwards when he approaches, yet the distance is close still. “ That’s the trick-or-treating that I’ve heard about, right ? ” it’d be a gross lie to say that she’s inclined to take the candy; makes the man all more suspicious, if nothing else. A wary stare is a good answer. “ I didn’t expect you to carry this with you, for sure. ”

Wrong, wrong, wrong. This was, the adept thought, a tactic to catch her off guard -- though she was aware of dangers back when she was merely a guardian of the Lighthouse, it was her journey through Weyard which truly helped to hone her sense of danger. Seen enough to discern a suspicious individual from a trustworthy neighbour, that, and pure gut feeling. Almost, almost, her hand moves towards him, but she stops herself.

💙❄💙👼 : She’s not really sure how she ended up dragged inside the place, a large gathering with strangers and odd music. Dancing was hardly her forte, much less when the melodies around her made her head pound, much less when was way taller than most of the people around there. An angel among vampires and ghouls; what a sight it was, wasn’t it ?

     he  huffs  out  a  surprised  laugh ,     ashen  eyebrows  raised  in  the  illumination  of  moonlight .   the  other’s  words  bear  such  a  startling  distrust ,   yet  there  she  stands  instead  of  turning  tail  anyway ,   &   perhaps  this  is  what  entertains  him  the  most .   he’s  no  monster ,   not  yet   ;   he  bears  no  fangs  nor  claws  openly ,   a  simple  smile  given  to  the  young  lady ,   unbothered  by  her  discovery .   should  people  feel  guilty ,   apologize  for  their  hunger ?   a  stupid  sentiment .

     ❛❛   my ,   i believe this is a grand misunderstanding .   please do accept my apology for having gave you a fright ,   i had no such intention .   ❜❜     did  it  count  as  a  lie  if  aspects  are  hidden  from  vocalization ?   hard  to  say ,   but  Joseph  would  rather  not  let  go  of  a  meal  so  easily .   a  polite  bow  of  silver  crown   &   a  grateful  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  his  lips ,   the  photographer  kept  pearled  eyne  on  her .     ❛❛   i was simply trying to follow somebody back to a main street .   you understand ,   don’t you ?   ❜❜

💙❄💙👼 : His words do not give her any sense of security; they make her feel antsy, very much so. The way she clenches her fist slightly, how cyan eyes stare at him without so much as a blink, the deep frown in her face. “I wasn’t going to the main street, though.” she says, under the assumption that he’s lying. ( little she knew, of course. )

having read through the activities more throughly, it’s time to decide what sweet mia will get up to ! the festivity is still all too strange in her eyes, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been having fun with all the candies and pretty costumes around.

befitting for a healer, she’ll be an angel, far taller than she normally is ( 6′2″ft, exactly ) and with longer, wavier hair with golden tips at the end. large, white wings that she has trouble to walk around with, and an ivory-and-gold satin dress that’s part of her. do it for the aesthetics ! oh, and some neat light-based magic alongside her ply spell.

menancing monster massacre: despite this not being her city, she’d rather not let the monsters around it to hurt the people, so she’d gladly team up with someone to deal with those zombies and other dark denizens. 

tall tales treasure trove: it’d be rather fun for her, to look for treasures ! she did saw a lot of things in her travels through weyard.

ofiuco’s monster mash: because, wouldn’t it be fun for a quiet, dutiful girl like her to enjoy some dancing ?