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ineluctabledeath:
@kisorashi
Rumors of a building which felt alive is what drew him. Sure, there could be something to be gained from a tour of a museum. But that could be an idea for another time. For now he wished to know if the building truly would lead him.
As he explores the grand halls of granite and opals, heels echoing upon the wooden floors, he eyes glance over the artwork. His expression never changes, disinterest persisting from start to finish. While not exactly boredom it was a feeling which might bring about a sigh if prolonged. Perhaps it was through the feeling of being directionless more than anything this building had to offer.
His mind wanders, itching for something to viciously capture his attention in the long-term, but it was still too soon.
However, the rumors were right in the end.
He stops his venture, gaze turning from a large canvas of the painted sky and landing upon a certain captain.
“Singularity.” It is spoken both almost as though it was an observation more than a greeting. His fingers twitch ever so slightly in reflex, an attempt to summon his blades to him but naturally none appear. Anger was not something he felt strongly or often, and now was no exception. No, it was a more systemic need to rid his sight of this one.
But with that not an option, he found himself forced to address it further. “You remain an insistent presence even here.”
endless blue always draws her in, regardless of how much time passes on the island, when her heart yearns for familiar seas of clouds and the heartwarming company of her friends. ever since she saw the painting in the museum her heart had been enraptured by its magnificence, the life it brings
she imagines she can hear the rhythmic sound of the ship in her ears, the steady heartbeat tempting her eyes to close. though she knows that her reverie will end once she does.
singularity.
or hearing that would effectively do the same thing, especially when the captain recognizes it’s someone who isn’t fond of her. frowning, her eyes narrow, turning sharply to address one of the few who would call her such, eternal mantle briefly fluttering behind her. and upon seeing him, her hands go to the handle of her swords–or would have if she brought them with her. djeeta holds in a sigh, trying not to curse being unprepared for what was meant to be a relaxing outing.
“I expected to see you sooner or later, Lucilius.” although she’s unexpectedly relieved by the fact newcomers aren’t as powerful as they were in their home worlds, even when it was inconvenient in the beginning, djeeta remains on her guard. “What brings you here out of all the places on the island?”
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champagnecall:
“Yeah, for sure! I may end up giving you a few though.”
It really didn’t help that he was already a bit of a picky eater. At least in the sense of he didn’t really like a lot of things he didn’t make himself. But it was exactly like he said; when was he ever going to get a chance to eat faerie food again!?
“So, I know you gave me a whole bunch of options as to what’s good so far buuut…if you had to pick one, what would it be?”
oh no.
she would have to admit that she had it coming when unfairly making him choose one out of all the foods when djeeta didn’t offer up her own. her nose scrunches up as she pouts, thinking hard about all the ones she tasted. they were all outstanding, in the sense that she probably wouldn’t be able to eat faerie food again.
smiling, she picks up two sparkling cupcakes and hands one over to him. “It’s hard to choose out of so many! How about we try them all together? Then I’ll probably remember.”
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wanderingashenwitch:
Her stomach softly growled as she walked through the more commercial streets, particularly in the sense of food vendors. Her nose was bombarded with the most delectable smells. It only made her all the more aware that she had not partaken in any food since she had been taken to this world. She sighs as she silently berates herself for not resting at her assigned living space before wandering off. But, that was just the nature of a wandering witch it seems.
The smell of bread lured her feet into entering a small, quaint bakery. Elaina tries her best not to salivate over how tasty all the baked goods in the display case looked. Her hunger gets the better of her, so without a second thought, she’s already picking out the pastry that she wanted. But, as soon as the cashier rings up the price and Elaina reaches for her coin pouch that isn’t with her, she panics. “Oh no…” She mumbles, but then the price itself confuses her. “Dust? What is that? Not silver? Or even copper?”
@kisorashi liked for a starter
the captain had been perusing the shelves of the bakery, nearly deep in thought, deciding with treats she wanted before her attention was drawn by ashen hair. it’s not as if she hadn’t seen any unique hair color before, so what was it exactly that grabbed her focus from the corner of her eye? was it the large witch hat?
the size brings a reminiscent smile to her lips, recalling her own large warlock hat back home. perhaps if she’s willing, the newcomer can teach her about magic from her world. djeeta had been curious if magic worked differently elsewhere. hurriedly pointing to the few treats she was deliberating over, she effortlessly slides into the situation.
“Add her order to mine,” she says, smiling back at the cashier who happily does so, packing her extra treats into a cute carry out box. with a word of thanks she takes her box and turns to the young woman, gesturing for her to take the pastry she had chosen. “Dust is a digital currency here in Spriale. It’s not physical like rupies or coin.”
with her free hand she pulls out her cell phone, quickly pulling up the app that tracked it and shows it to Elaina. “You should have a little bit if you’ve just arrived. Just enough to help you adjust to living here.”
“I’m Djeeta. It’s nice to meet you.”
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soulcrash:
starter - @kisorashi
Apollonia doesn’t care on eavesdroppers as she’s really used to this ever since that one day she was arrested by the Enforcers from the skydom. She only sighed because her armor was taken away which was merely the only thing she’d wear even if its cumbersome for her. There was a girl that shares the similar flair from Gran but she doesn’t recognize her. Like, legit not recognized for the Black Knight’s eye and memory.
Still unfamiliar territory to her on Spirale, maybe she’d try to ask a few questions of where was she currently.
“Excuse me, do you know what is this place?” She’s definitely not from others than Archimedes Ward but an unknown place for her. Could it be one of the main wards or she went too far away from her ward.
djeeta stares, her expression of recognition fading into thought with furrowed brows. the captain couldn’t recall anything about her that changed drastically. she still has blonde hair and kept it in its usual style aside from a different hair accessory. her eyes are still brown last she checked in the mirror that morning.
she recognizes the black knight, but how is it that she doesn’t recognize her? she’s too serious of a knight to try and pull a prank.
“We’re at Spirale University,” she answers finally with a small smile. “In the Golden Ward. But, if you’re looking for another answer to what this island is exactly, I couldn’t tell you, Apollo. It’s still a mystery to me.”
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schwrzer:
taking a walk, rean was starting to grow a bit restless. he hadn’t been this long without doing any sort of training in some time, and so he needed to find somewhere to practice, even if it was just with this wooden sword he had ended up with.
he looked ahead of himself once he felt a presence, and saw a woman that seemed like she knew her way around a fight. perhaps she could help him find a place to practice, and even join him in training if she wished to.
and so, he approached her, walking into her field of vision before speaking as to not startle her.
“hello. i couldn’t help but notice that you seem like an accomplished fighter. i got here not too long ago, and i’m looking for a place where i can train a bit, so… i was wondering if you could help me?” after a moment, he realized he hadn’t even introduced himself yet to her. “ah, by the way, i’m rean.”
@kisorashi
a moment of silence passes, allowing djeeta to soak in the question and rapid introduction. she finds the coincidence amusing, since she was heading out to train herself. she has her own swords at her hips, thankful that she retained them upon her return.
“It’s nice to meet you, Rean. I’m Djeeta,” she chuckles, a big smile on her face. “What a funny coincidence, too. I was actually heading out to train.” her hand waves over in an arbitrary direction towards her destination. “I’d be happy if you could join me. You’d find where I train and we can be training partners if you’d like.”
her bright smile dims slightly. “Welcome to the island,” the captain adds, with muted enthusiasm. no one would be happy to be ripped away from their world, but many of the inhabitants seemed to be making the best of it and even with her bouts of homesickness she was making the best of it as well. it became another adventure to her, meeting memorable people along the way.
“Anyway,” she perks up once more. “It’s not that far from here. We can chat on the way there.”
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eiternal:
🗲 “Ice cream… I’ve heard of that! It is frozen dairy, is it not?” For how intimidating the Raiden Shogun was, it was humourous just how much she melted when she showed her Ei side in the face of sweets. They were, and always had been, her comfort food. Never was her guard as down as it was in the face of a delicious treat.
In a way, this young woman reminded her of the Traveler. Her relationship with them was complicated, but she didn’t think they were a bad person. That worked in Djeeta’s favour, at least.
“Ah… If you are insisting, I suppose I have no choice but to try, do I?” The light blush said plenty about how she really felt about the offer. Her enthusiasm was actually off the charts. Rather than take the treat though, she merely nibbled off the end some. After being holed up for as long as she had, Ei had strange knowledge gaps when it came to manners. “It’s so creamy and sweet!”
djeeta made no effort in hiding her delight, her brown eyes practically sparkling when Ei took a bite. “Ice cream is amazing, isn’t it? It’s cold, but sweet. It reminds me of some friends of mine.” smiling wide she turns the treat the other way, offering the woman another bite. the skyfarer silently insists by inching the treat closer to Ei’s lips, an innocent smile on her own. “Now try this one! No nibbles. You can take a bigger bite! Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“When it comes to good food we should enjoy it to its fullest.” she has yet to take a bite of her own, yet she doesn’t mind. since the captain is more than happy to share with someone who loves sweets, looking forward to a growing friendship with someone who does. “There’s a lot of ice cream flavors from the shop I came from. How about we go try more? I’m Djeeta, by the way!”
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champagnecall:
The mask the faeries had given him…well, to put it simply, it was a lifesaver.
It kinda felt like cheating, but if he thought of it like he thought of his jacket, then it was all fine! He could enjoy himself, as himself, at this party without having to worry about ruining things.
And what better place to start having a good time at a party than with the food and the drinks? Maybe he’d end up trying something he’d want to remake at home!
The girl’s comment as he approached…he couldn’t help but laugh a little, a smile on his face.
“All of it’s good, huh? I guess it’d be hard to choose in a place like this! When’s the next time we’re gonna get to try faerie snacks after all?”
laughter easily breaks the ice and djeeta’s embarrassment crumbles with it. it’s easier for her to approach strangers in need to offer a helping hand, it’s in her nature. the times she would fumble here and there would be casual meetings, but she tries to brush off any lingering ‘what-ifs’ later on. so she’s more than thankful that the man that had joined her was kind.
relaxing her stance, a bubble of laughter flits through the air while she nods in agreement. “You’re right! So, we may as well try all of them and have more. Would you mind sharing which ends up being your favorite?” the blonde pauses, looking at the array of foods once more. “If you’re able to decide on one, that is.”
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eiternal:
@kisorashi
🗲 There was plenty in this world that the existence known as the Raiden Shogun had no clue about. Technology here was leaps and bounds beyond what they had in Inazuma, which had left her more or less befuddled by it all. Yet, there were things here that were much more perplexing. Things that had forced “her” to stare at a young woman. Or at least that was how it appeared, but she was actually looking at what was in the young woman’s hand.
“What is that? Is it sweet?” Ei had taken the reigns to inquire about the girl’s ice cream sandwich.
there may never be a day where djeeta wouldn’t be tempted by sweets, especially with the multitude of creative desserts the island offers. and every time she wishes she could share all the delectable treats she tasted with her crew. wishful thoughts always accompany something new, as she turns the treat in her hand, wondering where to start. the strawberry end or the chocolate end?
the question catches her attention and djeeta blinks bringing her attention to the young woman looking at the treat. a smile on her lips, she excitedly extends it towards her, so that she could have a better look. “It should be! There’s ice cream in it. This one has three different layers! One is chocolate, then there's vanilla, and this one is strawberry!”
“Would you like to try?”
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firehrt:
❝ It’s been a criminally long time since I owned a dress that shade of blue. ❞ SHE swoops in as if she’d only just twirled away from her dance partner, materializing out of nearly thin air next to the young woman. In truth, she’d just polished off her latest in a bottomless amount of desserts ( but why should she worry about that ? so long as she kept finding partners, she would doubtless burn them off ).
❝ I bet it billows out perfectly when you dance, especially if you dip or twirl. I’d love to see it for myself. ❞
@kisorashi : latesummer night’s soiree.
djeeta couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the woman’s sudden appearance next to her, a twinge of pink rising to her cheeks along with a bashful smile to her lips. “I bet this blue would look enchanting on you. Any shade or color, really.”
she eventually planned on uprooting herself from where she stood near the treats, ere long before she wastes the night away blooming into a wallflower. now would be the perfect chance, especially with a stunning dance partner. taking a couple steps towards the dance floor, the captain offers her hand to the beautiful woman. “I’d love to show you! I hope it exceeds your expectations.”
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fireworker:
🎆 - “Heya! Kind of a weird question, but are you wearin’ one of those weird masks or am I talking to the real deal? Kind of hard to tell around here.” In search of answers, Yoimiya had picked out the most “normal” looking person she could find in the crowd within the soiree itself. The archer had her own tied around her dress’ waist to show that she was the real deal herself.
“I was kinda wondering what your opinion of them is if you aren’t wearing yours? I get they’re supposed to improve the mood or something… I dunno, the little fluttering things didn’t really want to look me in the eye when I asked. But why choose to not be yourself, right? Maybe I’m just old-fashioned and it’s a mentality this world doesn’t understand though.”
@kisorashi + event starter
the unexpected question makes djeeta laugh after she lets it sink in. it’s a fair question and she shouldn’t have found it funny, so she waves her hand in front of her face apologetically. “I’m not wearing a mask,” she replies, turning to show the mask she slipped into her corset belt. “I’m the real deal, also.”
“Hm...I admit I was curious about them and did think it would have been fun to be someone else at the party, since it’s a masquerade and all. But, I wanted to enjoy the party as myself. I do understand the appeal of wanting to be someone else for just a night, like someone you admire or being able to do something that you wouldn’t do normally. Like asking someone for a dance or being able to say what’s on your mind.”
#fireworker#ir event: latesummer night's soiree#heck yeah it'll just be a different kind of party#thank you for the starter~!
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@champagnecall
food. definitely one of the few great things about parties. great tasting food, the fantastical atmosphere, and wonderful company always made parties enjoyable for her. there’s no doubt that this one will be memorable as well. even though she’s currently on her own by the food, glancing back and forth now and then to the dance floor. she’ll definitely have to dance all the food off later.
djeeta pops another treat into her mouth, her eyes briefly fluttering shut as she sighs in bliss. what next? she wonders while scanning the treats, then up to the man that appears next to her.
“There’s so many to try,” she says, trying to strike up a conversation. “It can be hard to choose. So, I recommend...these!” djeeta smiles bright, waving her hand over the display of food on the table.
a moment passes as her hand hangs in the air, a light blush rising to her cheeks, aware that it’s not very helpful.
#champagnecall#ir event: latesummer night's soiree#thanks for liking the call! let me know if you want something changed!#sorry for the wait!
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@hierakes
it would be no surprise to any who knew her that djeeta would venture round the castle that appeared. it’s not the first castle she had visited, but surely one of the few she could freely wander. her seeking heart led her to the highest point she could go.
well, the elevator she found did the work.
being granted wings of a soft golden hue that faded into a pale blue bestowed comfort to the young woman who longed to fly within open skies once more. and try she did. djeeta had considered herself a quick learner, having taught herself swordsmanship and absorbing what others taught. patience was a virtue, but give her a boundless sky all she wanted to do was enjoy it. in her haste to dance among the clouds like the rest of the partygoers, she ran into someone. of course.
“Whoops-” oh, how embarrassing. a rosy pink heated her cheeks as she sputtered an apology, looking around awkwardly before gaining the courage to face who she bumped into. her string of apologies fading when her gaze lands on eye-catching red. “Wow, your wings are gorgeous! Such a beautiful vivid color!” djeeta clasps her black gloved hands in front of her, squeezing tightly to contain her excitement. “I’d bet that if the wings granted us magic you’d have mastery over fire.”
“More importantly, are you alright? I hope I didn’t ruin your time at the party.”
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@ragnvindrdawn
expertly swirling juice in her glass, as she had always done over the years with her crew during celebrations, the captain watches the dancers of the ballroom. astonishingly enjoying her time as a wallflower instead of dancing, happily taking in the sights of the party goers’ gorgeous dresses and striking suits. her exposed back had grown accustomed to the cold of the walls she leaned against every time she changed vantage points.
she took a sip. even so, she did want to dance at least once or more if she was lucky. brown eyes scan the room over the rim of her glass and stop when she locks on with red. handsome, she thought briefly. and by her luck, he currently met her one requirement of not having a dance partner. djeeta downed her drink, taking in pseudo liquid courage she didn’t need, setting it aside as she made her way toward him, determined to make sure that didn't change any time soon.
“Excuse me,” djeeta said with a smile, softly enough for him to hear, before she extended her gloved hand out to him. “May I have this dance?”
#ragnvindrdawn#ir event: latesummer night's soiree#hope this is okay! let me know if you'd like me to change anything
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life has been a thing with me getting a summer cold and then my family. SO i just sent in my request to take djeeta off hiatus and getting a jumpstart by putting out a starter call. softcap is at 3, castmates can like over cap! if we had a thread together before feel free to hit that like button also!
high chance it will be an event starter. djeeta put the mask away. she’ll be wearing this. what fantastic timing. she’s gonna dance, play darts or throw some axes, or maybe even wander around.
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gallowsbough:
Captain, you are always full of ideas, Yggdrasil trills admiringly as she gives plush-Vyrn’s tail a squeeze. It is adequately stuffed. This is quite high fidelity, but…
Yggdrasil manipulates its paws to hold a plush apple, securing its grip with needle and thread. He could use a treat! she chimes, hooking a thread through its paw pads to join with the apple. Her progress is slow, but neat, having never sewn before today.
She pulls the stitches tighter, hiding the seam— but as though protesting the pain, plush-Vyrn jerks under her hand, apple-paw swinging at her. Taken completely by surprise, the apple bounces harmlessly off her face.
A beat passes, then: It loosened, Yggdrasil softly disparages, and goes to re-secure the stitches, heedless of the suddenly animated plush now struggling under her hand— she grasps it tighter— and other now-animated entities of the doll parlor.
— @kisorashi ❀
djeeta can’t help but blush at the praise, especially from yggdrasil’s melodic chimes. what best way to spend time in the doll parlor than to try and make one of her own. the plushies reminded her of her best friend, but she’ll never tell vyrn that.
a soft sound of awe slips past her lips as she watches yggdrasil work. “You’re doing great, Yggy!” the praises flow easily, as they always do for her crewmates–her friends. the apple is fitting and it makes her want to squeeze the plush of her lifelong friend, born from missing him and the plush being cute.
she blinks as she watches the apple be thrown and bounces off to the side. her brows furrow, wondering if it was a trick of the light. but there was no mistaking that swing. djeeta blinks again at the struggle. strange, she thinks then looks up.
her lips part, forming a small o as she takes in the situation. none of the dolls had been moving earlier and it explains why plushy vyrn had suddenly come to life. “Yggy,” she says softly in an attempt to only get yggdrasil’s attention, keeping a sharp eye on the teeth growing from their mouths. she places the tools she was using down, hands moving to the hilts of her swords. “We have a problem.”
for a brief moment her attention turns back to plush vyrn, waiting for his next move in yggdrasil’s hands, her heart sinking at the thought of having to fight the cute plush off.
#gallowsbough#<3 ty for the starter#ir event: canvas pt2#ty for the murder dolls#it's late but i want murder dolls
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existentialismee:
It was the soft voice of a young woman next to him that suddenly brought Watanuki out of his contemplative state, blinking as he looked up at her to catch her gaze. Ah.. he hadn’t quite realized that he had been talking aloud to himself, though her own nervous demeanor seemed to help the shopkeeper refrain from looking too sheepish; instead offering her a friendly smile as he turned to face her better.
“It’s more of the same one, really; I use it for a signature in my place of business. Though, I suppose it’s a bit more abstract than a typical drawing would be..” he lifted a few fingers to his lips, chuckling quietly behind them.
“Nevertheless, I wouldn’t be opposed to learning how to draw them properly. If you’re unable to decide on what to draw yourself, would you like to join me? It can be a learning experience for the both of us.” he paused, smiling once more. “That is to say, if you’re as new at this as I am.”
her brown eyes sparkled an eager and curious light. his brief description caused her mind to draw its own interpretations of what his signature would be. she hasn’t seen an abstract bird before and her curiosity might get the better of her.
“I’d really like to see it sometime, if I could,” she mused, ideas in flight. what kind of business would one have to use a bird as their signature? djeeta couldn’t help herself from guessing. “Are you an abstract artist? Or...a pet shop owner?”
the curiosity in her eyes was overtaken by a joyous glow. “I would be happy to! Learning with others makes the experience better! Speaking from experience.” her smile widened, the invitation lifting her spirits. her cheeks might hurt from her big smile. the thought of drawing birds made her excited, thinking of their wings. “I don’t have any experience with drawing myself. Doodles now and then, but that’s the extent of it.”
“I’m Djeeta, your local skyfaring captain! It’ll be a pleasure learning how to draw birds with you!”
#existentialismee#existentialismee01#ir event: canvas#my brain has been frying from the heat i'm sorry it's late
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halfadeptus:
甘雨 “Awesome?” Ganyu’s lashes blinked with surprise as she repeated the adjective used to describe her tolerance to the cold. She’d never considered it to be all that amazing. It was just something that came natural to her, and even then it was a passive strength of the Qilin. “I slept out in the snow plenty of times when I was a little girl, you honestly needn’t worry!” At the very least the stranger’s concern was appreciated.
“Ahaha… Not quite. I have a bad habit of dropping down to take naps around lunchtime. It’s a bad habit, or so I’m told.” She didn’t really think it was, but the Ningguang was always berating her for it.
“I see… So you wouldn’t be offended if I declined? Unless I know for sure, I probably shouldn’t.” She didn’t want to spend all night munching on recovery flowers for an upset stomach. “But I appreciate your hospitality. Most wouldn’t stop to spare concern for someone like me.”
djeeta had her own share of sleeping outdoors when she was little, although never in the cold. only under the cool shade of the trees was where she could have been found as a child. the captain still thinks having high tolerance to the cold is, well, cool. “Alright, I won’t worry so much then.” she toned down her awe as much as she could to not turn the girl away with her enthusiasm.
“Lunchtime naps,” djeeta sighed wistfully with a nod of understanding. there had been times on calm days where she succumbed to the allure of laying on the deck of the grandcypher, warmed by the afternoon sun. side by side with her two best friends, enjoying each other’s company as they were all lulled to sleep by full stomachs and the perfect napping conditions. lunchtime naps were definitely one of the best. “It can be a nice break. At least that’s what I think.”
she drew her hand back as she shook her head with a laugh. “Of course I wouldn’t be offended,” she said cheerfully. yet her head tilted to the side as she caught onto ‘someone like me’. the corners of her lips pulled down into a frown, brows furrowed together in thought. “I’d like to believe that anyone else would be concerned when they come across someone asleep in the park. Especially while it’s snowing.”
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