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[ Founding Celebration 2019 - Formal - Mikhail S. Weiss ]

A rather decadent affair for one unused to the spotlight. Or-- scratch that. (Having blinked the stardust off his eyelids one too many times, he of all people would have known what it was like to be on stage.) Attending another formal... was a humbling experience, to say the least. One that was meant to fill glasses to the brim, of liquid luck and rubies. 

The last time he had dipped his feet into this dance business, his face was stolen at the masquerade and he was left to watch the man melt into a vat of ink. Or was the “last time” actually the time he, Aurelia and Lloyd had crashed a phantasmal masquerade via voyage? Delightful, really. Truly something that had him yearning for another dance. 

He could taste the brine playing beneath his tongue as he was reminded of the past.

That said, a dance was a dance. He simply had to put on the right shoes, pivot on his toes, and be at ease again. He had a partner, after all.

#pi:foundingcelebration #{ not joining the competition he just looks nice

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Activity Check { 3/16

“...I’ll just pretend I never visited the casino.”

Old Total: 1913 G 

New Total: 15028 G

{ Level }:

Level 20 | EXP: 350 {{ MP: 35 | ATK: 33 | DEF: 19 | M.ATK: 31 | M.DEF: 10 | SPD: 93

{ Payments }:

400 G - { @caveglave for a visit to the casino

{ Employment }:

-1000 G || { Living in Mire Apartments

+3000 G ||  { Wall Market Owner and Boss

+1500 G || { Wall Market Employee

+1000 G || { Daybreak Orphanage Employee

+1000 G || { Siren’s Bar Employee

+1000 G || { Owner of Cinema Paradiso

+500 G || { HC/HL Updates

Earned: 7000G

{ Minigames }:

Proof: (x) (x) (x)

Earned: 1500G + Three 50% Coupons + 5015G

#{ at least he kana denny louis kyle and vivi all had a good time almost watching mikhail die

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“Okay I was really tempted to sneak into your house and put this on your bed, but that would be boring and we aren’t that close yet. So here you go! Wrapped in a plastic bag, clear on display, right at your front door for everyone to see! Bonus, no hickeys from this one!” Kathy put the note INSIDE that plastic wrap. She made sure the clear wrap it had bright pink hearts over it with “Love” typed on in translucent pink as well. It was clear as day it was a life size Aurelia body pillow.

As he cleared up his glasses, he was sure he caught sight of that usual glimpse of red. He was still a distance away, but as Mikhail reached the end of his hallway, he could have sworn– Was he seeing things, or was Aurelia waiting at his– Oh. Oh no. That was not Aurelia. 

THAT. WAS. NOT. AURELIA. 

Who in the right mind would leave something so scandalous by his door way?! He was simply trying to live, and live properly, not come off as some discreditable degenerate… For some reason, he had a feeling he knew who it was– given her track record for unorthodox humor. As fast as bottled lightning, he scooped the poor thing up and rested it below his arm. Fumbling for his keys, he immediately jolted his door open and–

Well. He cleared his throat and pretended nothing happened. And closed the door politely, as per usual.

Inside his apartment though, he just screamed internally, and went about his day! ^^

You know why I’m angry.

#kathyonthesea #{ kjhkjhjhgkhgkhgkh #{ you know why i'm angry is linked to my all time fav reaction image #{ I'M LAUGHING HE'S JUST #{ GOING TO PUT IT AWAY...... SOMEWHERE....................................

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tinastea‌:

Memory Ring - (x5) - 1000G (Premade) & 12000G (Custom) - {Accessory Item- Premade: Choose a favorite movie of yours. Custom: Choose a favorite memory of yours.}

“Ah ha! So you’re interested in the memory ring, hmm? Well, I can have one custom made for you! The sliver of film is enchanted to revolve in the glass, so if you send me a film roll you want to preserve, we can seal a memory of yours tight. So you can keep it by you, always. And if you’re simply a sentimentalist for old movies, take your pick of the premade ones!

That Memory Ring was one of the coolest inventions Tina had seen. Not only did it look really cool, but it was also really sweet.

“Hi I’d like a custom memory ring, please.” Tina told the man running the booth.

-12,000G

“Why of course, my dear. We’ll handle your memory with care.” Humming, Mikhail pulled out a long yellow envelope, and ran his finger down the address line. Smoothly, he traced the gilded ink that sealed Wall Market’s name onto the envelope. “All that’s needed is a roll of film, that you send back to this address--” 

“Ah, and here’s a card, just in case you have an eye for curiosities and foreign imports, of the highest intrigue.” Sliding her a clear card, he held flipped it once, to reveal hidden print. How he managed to obtain business cards like this was a trade secret, really. 

“If you don’t happen to have a film, but you can clearly remember the memory in your head, please head over to the Witch at the Sorcery Emporium. She’ll be able to extract your memory and imbue it into the glass herself~! Free of charge.” 

[+12000G for his employees]

[ Current Wall Market Total (To Be Split Amongst 4) : 53000G ] 

✵Wall Market ✵{

#{ thank you so much bb LOVE YOU #{ another one of annie's: can't keep mikhail rich so gives his money away somehow

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gun-nun‌:

“Now where could he be…?”  Aurelia perused around the stalls, spending quite the fortune and her hard earnings on random nick knacks and pally wacks. She had gifts to hand to several people, one in particular was Mikhail. The nun knew he was working on his own booth this time around, instead of singing like a loon. ( Although, she wouldn’t had mind to hear his voice. ) Stopping in her tracks, she finally had seen him. 

He was helping out a familiar woman she knew, and hid behind a pole until she had left. Not that she minded Lyla at all, but the girl was too girly for her tastes. Or more well, the nun had no idea what to say to her. Other than to open her goddamned eyes.  But that was because Louis was her friend. Wait a minute. She had friends now?  ….Maybe. But the nun knew nothing was permanent to begin with. Even though she wanted to believe he was going to always be there too.

”Hey. These are for you.” Approaching his stall with a ranunculus bouquet, alongside with a musical note one- Aurelia hands it to Mikhail. “Alright, this time around these petals won’t go all over the place.” She gives him a wry grin, while she slyly grazes her fingers on his hand. “Heh. How’s it going? I think your stall looks pretty neat, If I say so myself.” However her cool demeanor was lost as she noticed that super bad ass broom.

“!!!! YOU STILL HAVE THIS?!” Immediately, the woman picks up the broom, and slams the money down on his counter. “I WANTED ONE SO BAD SINCE I SAW YOU USE IT!” Oh man, she already had a motorcycle, and now she gets to be the most unconventional nun riding a broom. ″This is mine now, so I’m afraid you have to get your own.” She sticks her tongue out at her match. -18000

Now, there’s a habit that comes with being in love. You tend to be able to spot them in a crowd, no matter how far away they are from you. (Other symptoms include: clenching your heart involuntarily, wanting to squat down and rest your face in your palms, or the ever-so-popular lovesick sigh.) And, as they were, he felt like their relationship was something of an enigma. 

Or, rather, they were in limbo for quite some time now-- (having defined it with each other, yet settling for nothing but promises.) 

That said, even though they were together in secret, he always did enjoy spotting her-- fiery red crown clearing the waves of on-goers. It was like looking for the sun as the sky began to split from pink to orange to purple-- a spastic palette of colors. 

And as she approached with a bouquet, his entire expression bloomed-- so evident of his adoration towards her that it was nearly impossible to hold it down. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.” But she did, and she would, and he felt as though he’d have to get used to this.

“...Thank you.” He whispered, under his breath. As her hands brushed passed his, a shock ran up his spine in an accursed fashion-- a reminder that she very much knew what she was doing to shake him. What was it about a brush of hands that felt so... enticing? 

Perhaps he should have settled for: Mikhail, you’re over thinking things.

“Consider the broom yours then,” Clearing his throat, he laughed off the sparks accumulating in his chest-- as though he could fuel the closest lamp by the tips of his fingers. Goddess, was she so endearing-- he didn’t know how else to handle her glee. 

Glancing about, he supposed he couldn’t do much without setting their secret relationship on fire. (And seeing as to how he was struck by lightning before, literally, Mikhail didn’t want to leave a trail of smoke back to her.) So he put on his smartest business smile, a brandished smirk of sorts. 

“Ah, and before you go miss, wouldn’t you like to sample our latest treat?” Pulling a macaroon out of his sleeve, like a street magician, he tick-tocked his wrist back and forth just for fun. Cracking it in half, he ushered her close, as though he were sharing the backdoor secrets of his trade. “It’s only fair, considering your very generous contributions.” 

Mikhail rested her chin by the crest of his hand, and popped the treat in with a press of his thumb. And left it pressed, for long enough to tease. Clearing the air, he pulled away just as swiftly as he had come. For she was a woman who caught on quick, and any more sparks meant she’d simply light up like a flame.

“Thank you again for your business~” He chirped, unfazed. His eyes, however, played a different tune-- lower; beguiling in nature. “And if you happen to want more, I... suppose we could check in the back?”

[+18000G to his employees]

✵Wall Market ✵{

#{ hey? why are they like this? #{ you're in the P U B L I C #gun nun #{ pierre's macaroons used for things he did not ask for tbh i'm sorry

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omgdopecollectorjellyfish‌:

The founding festival was coming up and so he decided to pay respects to the island. He hadn’t been here for very long, but he figured setting up a booth wouldn’t be a bad thing. Sharing food with others is what he loved to do. Sure it was a lot of work, but if he could make someone’s day he was more than happy to continue going through the work of making food for others.

As much as he loved making food for others, he was also terrified of what they might think of his food. He would be upset if someone hated it or got sick from it. He could take the criticism from someone, but someone getting sick?! That was every chief’s nightmare.

“Step right up, if you’d like some treats! We have macarons, pops, bars, cake, and healthy snacks!”

“Hello, if I may?” 

Mikhail, without a bone of inhibition left in his body, decided that he’d spend the last of his money on a macaroon. He wasn’t much of a sweets person, but Aurelia certainly was. So, what better way to celebrate hitting rock bottom than to get something sweet with it? Undoubtedly, he could have been more sensible about this all, but he had a feeling that it’d work out in the end. 

As per usual.

“May I purchase a Shiba Inu macaroon? Thank you kindly.”

After receiving it, neatly wrapped, he stood to admire the intricacy of this man’s detailing. Waggling his finger like a conductor’s baton, Mikhail felt a sort of pride in his handy-work. A sort of vicarious joy that came with someone who placed so much love into their work.

“I must say, you must have an eye for details! It’s awestriking really, what you must be able to do with an icing pipette.”

[ - 300 G ]

[ Total Money: 1613 G ]

Pierre’s treats booth

#{ actually need this for plot reasons #{ love you pierre your stand is so cute

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Inventory Update

To @gun-nun (from Indoor Carnival):

Lovely Bouquet

Giant Plush Sheep

1 CD (Thanks Neil) 

1 Dandelion Necklace

Total Money (after calculating 3 Activity Checks + Bazaar Purchases): 57413G 1913G

#{ i hereby dub hot milk as the can't be accountable for money couple

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gun-nun‌:

“You get lost….in me?”  Goddess.  Why does he keep making her blush?  Her hand raised up to cover her mouth, and Aurelia could confess it to the moon that if the goddess could strike her now. It would be alright. As she was ….his love.

Hehehehehe.

Shit, you’re like a giddy school girl.

Aurelia had a grin by it. Oh heavens. If she could have it her way, she would wish for Mikhail to stay forever. “ Oh no, you’re fine- I just didn’t want to uh….make you feel uncomfortable or anything.” Not that they hadn’t slept in the same room before, but she supposed its a bit different now when you’re–

Oh my goddess. They were a thing. An item.

And damn it- she already missed him too as he was about to go. “ Honestly….I miss you too.” She says quietly, still flustered.

“Is it bad I wish you could stay? Hahaha. How unbecoming of me—” She snorts as she opens the door, snow filled to the brim and pouring it to her floor.

“ Oh.” What timing.

Thank you Goddess. Praise hallelujah.

Laughing--irrevocably content, he shrugged both shoulders in compliance. (Though one would argue that he was rather smug for someone who simply 'complied,' no?) Like a green lit symbol, he took the blizzard as a sign. And he couldn't be blind to it, even if he had other things in mind. What was wrong though? What was wrong with staying, just a little longer?

"Oh."

Since nothing in his mind chimed in, he supposed he could answer that himself.

Nothing. Nothing was wrong at all.

"I suppose I'm home for the evening, then?"

Even in the Dark { Aurelia & Mikhail

#{ that aurelia icon is so cute i almost died #gun nun #even in the dark #{ we're almost done praise hallelujah

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gun-nun‌:

Goddess damn it all he was so sweet.

Aurelia smiles shyly in turn of his words and feelings- brushing a loose bang out her face. Kneeling over closer, Aurelia bridges the gap between them again for another quick kiss- because haven’t his words warrant another? The melodies that filled the air was an all too familiar tune, Aurelia couldn’t help but to become glossy eyed and hold him close.

“You remembered the day we met, haven’t you? I…never was able to get you off my mind ever since.” It was true, her words- as she says while holding him closer this time around.

“Can you stay a little while longer?” She says softly, while in a loving embrace. “I just want to be able to feel you in my dreams tonight,” she muttered into his shoulder.

The two held for quite some time, waiting for the song to end- and all ceased into silence for a little while. Eventually as they always do, the matching pair had so many things to talk about- even the most mundane of things. It was just nice, to be.

—-

A few hours had passed. And passed. And yet the snow rages on. But the two were unaware since the only person that mattered was what was before them. Aurelia exited from her daze when she heard her clock strike on midnight.

“ Ah.” She looks at the time. “ Isn’t the last ferry at 1? Shoot. I’m sorry for keeping you for so long…”

It was just nice, to be.

He didn't need to wonder if she meant it. For every word spilled from her lips became some sort of unspoken gospel to him. He was sure, that ever since that moment they had glided along to his melody, they had been tied to some invisible fate. All that was left was to pluck at those strings, feeling them tangle and knot and knit into bows, until they found a way to cross footsteps yet again.

"I'll stay. Just a little longer."

Would she? Feel him even in the dark? In a gentle embrace, he pressed his cheek to her silk locks, letting out a quiet sigh of absolute bliss. He wanted her to be happy. And if-- if that could be with him, then he would lend her his hands. As she used them to sift through stardust.

"For you, I'll be there even when you close your eyes."

"I promise."

After several long hours of talking on end, about everything and anything, they comfortably slipped into a common warmth amongst themselves. Mikhail, with his hand laced in hers, had been playing with her pinky for a while now-- unsure what exactly had him preoccupied.. Was it the way her fingers felt like they fit into his, or was it because they curled around his hands like she had memorized the way he was shaped in her?

"Oh--" He blinked, snapping out of his reverie. "Oh! Oh. I see."

"No, no I was.... well, I get lost in you, sometimes." Whispering, he shyly spoke in wisps onto her temple, as his confession tickled her skin like feathers. "You're okay, love."

Even in the Dark { Aurelia & Mikhail

#{ p e n s i v e #gun nun #even in the dark #{ they're so cute I'm going to get diabetus

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Right. Right. She had missed him and missed him and missed him. And he, no matter how he would look at it, had missed her all the same. His stomach was rolling like waves as she read his letters outloud-- they sounded so much nicer in her voice. But his heart suddenly beat right out his chest when he realized my darling was for him. With a kiss in the jaw and-- Mikhail would never get used to this.

Or her.

But that's just how he liked it. She moved him in ways he would never expect, and her hands would catch him to pry his chest open.  And remind him just how much of a heart he--

He stopped. Mikhail stopped. She had stopped him with only her voice, tying his hands together with strings he couldn't see. Golden strings, borrowed time. If there was a moment he could stop the world for, it would be this one. Because the moment she linked the Ghost of Wolff Lane with Mikhail S. Weiss, he wondered if Aurelia knew just who she promised to love. And how she could have possibly loved someone... him of all people, before she had even met him. And why... Aurelia, why would you love me? Aurelia, why would you love me?

Aurelia... why would you love me? The me then, the me now? Aurelia. why would you love me?

He didn't think she understood the weight of that statement, that could stain him blue and black. Splotching all the white in pained, purple laughter and luck that just barely got him through the day. And yet she made something of it, she reached out for someone (who? who was she reaching out for?) and her hands clasped at golden strings. Tied to his fingers. Of the past. Of the present. Of the future. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. But it was kind, in that moment it surely was kind. That she dipped his black in gold, for only a moment.

Mikhail laughed wistfully through his nose, on the verge of tears for a moment-- before he blinked and gently pressed a kiss on her temple. And he remembered that maybe, just maybe, that even if he wasn't 'who' she was reaching out for, he could be the one to hold her hand and the one she adored.  (Because could he even be somebody? This speck of dust in the universe? Being somebody?) She kissed him, and he shuttered. A little shaken by the weight of her love.

A little out of it, Mikhail wrapped his arm around her back and reached his hand over to the other side, to hold hers as she flipped through her journal. He could have sworn he saw his name a few dozen times, but maybe he was just seeing things. Yeah. He was out of it. A little. But the more she talked, the more he was reminded that she was here. She was here. And nothing else mattered at the moment. Please, Mikhail.

He mused silently, mirroring her smile with a silly one. Alright.

For now, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Reading it aloud, just as she did with his, his cheeks flushed like a shy schoolboy and he was reminded of their escapade back in the summer. Times were simple. Stars were simpler. That he could remain under the same sky as her-- that was simple too. He ought to just meet her again, in the middle. Just as they always were. His fingers curled around the diary page, and he gazed at her for quite some time. Then he nodded once and brought the page to his lips, kissing her words tenderly.

"Aurelia, thank you." Simple.

"I love you." Devoted.

"As you are, I will always love you. The you now, and the yous I have yet to meet."

He twisted her music trinket, and the silent room filled with the clinking of a music box. And the song that filled the air when they first met.

Even in the Dark { Aurelia & Mikhail

How heartfelt and touching this letter was, if her expression wasn’t already soft- Aurelia became softer. For a man with his skin so oddly cold, the things he made with his soul was made of warmth and with the utmost care.

You’re home to me.

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#{9 #{ no read mores we die like men trying to finish a thread that's been done for forever #gun nun #even in the dark #{ sometimes i forget mikhail is absolutely not ok

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gun-nun‌:

“Only…sometimes. But I always relish in it.” She confessed. The nun was actually into stories and poetic words, but was always too shy to admit it. Didn’t want people to think of her as silly, or something like that.

“ Hey hey… You’re the musical man of the hour, you can’t just say I’m the best thing ever–”

“ Huh?”

Aurelia’s eyes blinked rapidly to see the gifts before her. “ Wh- wha.. For me?” She wasn’t expecting anything to be frank, she never does. Her hands reached out to hold out the gifts. “ Mikhail…..” Her expression softened, while opening up the beautifully wrapped gift that was ever thoughtful to begin with. She wondered what songs those sheets would had, and perhaps if they were just blank sheets she would make something of her own one day. Mark them in song.

If only she knew how to write notes in proper, that was.

Gently unraveling the bow, pulling its string- a gorgeous most darling poppy appeared. Her soul felt warm. All too warm. “ Mikhail I…thank you.” She wasn’t all too sure exactly what it was, but then twisted it to see what it shall play.

“ You gave me the world, hush.” As the musical box played, she opens the letter and it says:

My dearest Aurelia,

Aurelia Maria Rivera. Aurelia Maria Rivera. Aurelia Maria Rivera. I do believe in home, I always have. But something tells me that I didn't know it properly until I met you. I fervently doubt that I ever would have, if those eyes of yours didn't hold light to guide wandering souls back from which they came.

You've changed, my dear. The color's spread to your cheeks and the curve of your eyes. Is the gold holding up? The cracks, may I check on them?

Aurelia, where the blue bird sings, will you come? To see how feathers grow back. The newer ones will have a gleam to them, regardless of the scars left behind. They will glow, Aurelia.

They will glow.

Love, Mikhail Sevelev Weiss

A four leaf clover was attached at the bottom.

"I... actually have a couple of other scraps that I wondered if I ought to send you. I never did. Even threw them out. But then I thought that perhaps I may have wanted them for myself." This time he glanced away shyly, reaching into his back pocket for a couple of pages, that looked like they were out of a diary.

Aurelia,

I wonder what this is. To wake up and see that I am now traveling on my own again.

Am I allowed to say I miss you already?

Dear Aurelia, It's a little crude, but I've pressed a few petals from Flowerbud to... well I don't actually know why. You were always better at this.

Hello Aurelia, ☆ [a crude doodle of the sky]

Aurelia, I think this song is awful but I've been having a hard time sleeping. Maybe you should keep this.

Jumbled music was attached.

Aurelia, I miss you.

He breathed in slowly, a tad embarrassed. Trying to change the topic he whispered. "I..  um... keep a journal, you see? I'm sure you've seen me writing in it from time to time. It was just... well... I didn't expect to show you these in the first place but... mm."

"I'm not always so good with my words either."

"And the pendant it... opens, see?" He clicks it open and shows her the intricate mechanism. Sliding his finger in, he took a rolled up music box sheet out. Holes were punched where the notes should have been. The song happened to be the first song she had heard him play, more than a year ago. "There are a couple of sheets wrapped too-- so you can pop holes in them and see if you wanted to make music." And if she didn't, he could visit often and make... music for her.

Wow that. That was really unintentionally romantic now that they were kind of over that first hurdle of a relationship. No wonder why she went red all the time, my goddess.

"...And it glows. The longer you keep it in the sun, the brighter it glows when it is dark. Like... you." The only downside was that you couldn't turn it down. But was that really a downside? Everyone needs a little light.

Shaking his head softly, wringing out the embarrassment, he whispered, "Merry Christmas, Aurelia."

"I think I may have been in love with you for quite some time now."

Even in the Dark { Aurelia & Mikhail

#{ 8 #gun nun #even in the dark #{ under a read more because I had no chill in december and wrote a behemoth #{ c o n f e s s i o n

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strawberrypriestess‌:

: ♫ — The song that followed just made her stop and stare. Sonja couldn’t leave, whether she wanted to or not. She was mesmerized, encaptured by the sound of his voice and the instrument that he so skillfully played. The song itself called to her. Something about it resonated deep within her soul, and she found herself blinking away tears she didn’t know were there. The girl stood still, unsure of what came over her– but she knew the way he sung, the way he played… She aspired to be someone like him. Someone who can move people the way that he does, just by music alone.

It was then that he noticed her.

In a panic, Sonja hid behind a tree, unsure of what to do. The man was now staring at her, and her voice left her, leaving her with no words to speak. She could only merely shake her head, her legs trembling a bit. As if it weren’t already obvious that she was scared of the man before her. 

 … Despite this, she was still… Curious about him. So she stayed peeking at the man from the tree, merely observing his next move. The nuns always told her that people outside the sanctuary were dangerous, but something told her that he wasn’t– Or maybe it was pure naivety. But he was a friend of music, she could hear it in his voice, in the way that he played. So she could find a friend in him as well…

Right?

Ah, one of little words. Well wasn’t that fine? When they were one with music, what other words needed to be shared besides the ones between lines? He didn’t stand up abruptly, as he didn’t want the poor girl to take her leave with her tail between her legs. Everyone had their reasons to hide. Perhaps, she was just gauging the situation, and-- drawn by the music, had taken her first steps in this direction.

Have you ever walked this direction, songbird?

Though the way she trembled resembled that of a newborn fawn, taking its first steps at birth.

“Oh don’t worry, you can stay right there, my dear. I’ll… reach your heart instead, okay?” This time, he left his violin resting on his leg casually, to resign himself to a more approachable performance. Was it vulnerable? To pluck, instead of to bow? Or was it welcoming? Like little footsteps in the snow? Clearing his throat sweetly, he started strumming gently to a sweet, easy-going lullaby-- that reminded him of the passing clouds in the sky.

“Edelweiss, Edelweiss… Every morning you greet me~ Small and white… Clean and bright.”

“You look happy to meet me.” He chuckled quietly to himself, pausing the song for a moment as the laughter glowed in his eyes.

“Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow. Bloom and grow forever. Edelweiss, Edelweiss. Bless my homeland forever…”

Repeating the song under his breath quietly, like a sweeping breeze against petaled bushes, Mikhail hoped she would remember these words. Even if she remembered nothing else: remember these words.

“.....You, look happy… to meet~ me.”

❛broken wings :: bttp❜ ❧ mikhail & sonja

#{ 8 #strawberrypriestess #broken wings #{ this song was so cute

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violinsnotheanswer‌:

Flying Nimbus 3000 - (x4) - 18000G - {Transportation Item - Alternative to your usual boat, travel from island to island on a flying broom stick!}

“Take a whirl! I doubt that you’ve gotten the opportunity to truly fly until now, no?”

Mikhail has an under the counter interaction with himself, sliding 18000G profit to be split amongst his employees. It wasn’t just a matter of profit, but a sensible means of transportation. (Rather unorthodox, but by no means did anything Mikhail tied himself into remain orthodox for long.)

I just.... think they’re neat. 

He thought to himself, justifying the purchase on a very shaky basis.

[-18000G for himself]

[+18000G for his employees]

✵Wall Market ✵{

#{ 7

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“Ah, before you set up shop for another--”

Mikhail sauntered into the stall, rather amused that he saw his... friend, stiffen up before the lens. That was endearing. Too endearing. Who gave Lloyd the right? Hovering his arm around the man’s shoulder-- under the illusion that they would touch (but really, Mikhail had too much respect of his personal space to actually rest his arm on him) -- Mikhail grinned up at the woman.

“A double please, no backdrop!’

He scrunched up, awkwardly, on purpose, just to match up with dear Lloyd’s hunchback. Even made a funny face, eyebrows knit and cheeks sucked in. It looked like a terrible stock photo, and Mikhail relished in the thought of hanging it up for the children to laugh. 

[ - 1000G ]

Frey’s Photo Booth

heartofshale‌:

Lloyd wasn’t much of a picture person…but he figured why not support somebody’s business practices so… “May I take a picture, please? Against whatever backdrop. I don’t really care.” “Thank you.”

Whenever Frey takes the picture, the man tries his best to pose a relatively decent face. Instead, it was much worse than they both thought.

-500g

Ah, a customer! Frey nodded at his vague request. “Sure! How about… Let’s go with the pastel purple one, hm?” The color of the background would look nice against his dark hair color, after all. She guided him to the backdrop and when he makes the face he does, Frey must contain herself as she takes the photo. She goes to print it up and giggles politely behind her hand before handing it to him. 

“I think you look very nice. Enjoy the rest of the festivities!”

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Jill smiled brightly as patrons walked through the bazaar.

“Flower crowns! Corsages! Boutonnieres! Sets and solos! Perfect for the Founding Celebration Dance!”

She made them all herself, and they were her pride and joy. Hopefully, people would appreciate her work and buy some pretty, pretty accessories for the dance.

Ranunculus Corsage/Boutonniere Set (Stock: 4) - Comes in pink, red, orange, and yellow

1,500G Each -  Hand-made with fresh flowers, a perfect accessory to sport with you and a sweetheart. Ranunculus represents charm and attractiveness, and are often used to confess a crush on someone, how romantic!

What a quaint little floral shop, adorned in pastels and earnest petals. Something about the stall felt... rather human. Knit with down-to-earth feelings and a love affair between the earth and the hands that weaved them together. Mikhail took his time, whistling quietly as his finger hovered over each item-- not indecisive, no, but trying to pick just the right item for... her. 

“Excuse me, miss-- might I say that you’re stall reminds me of home?” No home in particular, but if there was a home to come back to, he’d wish it to feel as rustic as the way this place felt. 

“May I purchase a Ranunculus Corsage/Boutonniere Set?” He had it in his right mind to purchase the entire stall-- but for the time being, Mikhail had to still his heart a little. Peruse, rather than conquer.

“Ah and, if I could talk to flowers, I think they’d be singing,” Mikhail lifted up a little petal by the side of his hand. “They seem rather happy.”

The Flower Patch | Founding Celebration Bazaar Booth

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“Hello, Hello~! Do feel free to peruse the wares as long as need be. If you need any assistance, I’ll certainly be around to help, haha! The price is at an all time low for the sake of festivities, no?” 

Navigator Doorknob - (x5) - 3000G - {Accessory Item}

“Now, the vendors I had crossed hands with claimed that one of these doorknobs could lead you back home. At first, I couldn’t believe it myself, but I can vouch for their authenticity. So long as you have a swinging frame, press the knob against it and turn. And you’ll be where your heart calls home.” 

Hibiscus Typewriter - (x4) - 5000G - {Tool Item - Guarantee one Success for Gardening Minigame}

“Ever heard the saying: a letter is the garden to a man’s heart? Well, if we were all a little more honest, I’d love to see the garden that would bloom from our endeavors.”

Flying Nimbus 3000 - (x3) - 18000G - {Transportation Item - Alternative to your usual boat, travel from island to island on a flying broom stick!}

“Take a whirl! I doubt that you’ve gotten the opportunity to truly fly until now, no?”

Lunaris Hourglass - (x5) - 3000G - {Accessory Item}

“From the back lots of the Mainland desert, the merchants that imported these claimed that so long as you slept with this by your bedside, you’d feel as though you got one more hour of sleep... Hm... I suppose it bears its weight in lullabies.  ♪”

Memory Ring - (x3) - 1000G (Premade) & 12000G (Custom) - {Accessory Item- Premade: Choose a favorite movie of yours. Custom: Choose a favorite memory of yours.}

“Ah ha! So you’re interested in the memory ring, hmm? Well, I can have one custom made for you! The sliver of film is enchanted to revolve in the glass, so if you send me a film roll you want to preserve, we can seal a memory of yours tight. So you can keep it by you, always. And if you’re simply a sentimentalist for old movies, take your pick of the premade ones!

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"Lloyd," Mikhail... felt slightly uneased. Not particularly because of the man in question, but rather, because of what had transpired between them in the last few months. What was worse, really? That he had nearly died, flesh asunder, left to crumble into dust? (Something out of their control, a bad play of cards.) Or that he had been beaten black and blue, by the hands of the woman Mikhail loved so dearly? (They had had a long talk, really, but it wasn't like Lloyd had insight to that.)  In fact, Mikhail wondered if... there was a way to rectify this-- between Lloyd and himself. Surely, there was not supposed to be a rift nor tear in their relationship-- but Mikhail was merely one person, trying to keep his friendships from tattering before they fully bloomed.

"I... suppose we ought to save this for another time." He alluded to a long discussion, outside of the jovial celebrations. "For now, I really hope you're well." Apologetically, the guilt rang through Mikhail's expression and voice-- like sullen, earnest bells. But he immediately shifted his demeanor and smiled to clear the air.

"If we may, I'd like to have tea again some other time. I personally apologize on behalf of the tournament." It was only proper to do so. "Ah and-- before I get all tied up with such heavy business..."

"May I purchase that Sun and Moon Pair Ring?" Ironic, really. To be called so keenly towards a set of rings, from someone who had suffered greatly in the arms of said couple. But, he could only hope that Lloyd wouldn't close his doors to them. The man, obscure and already recluse, seemed... lonely. And Mikhail wished to retain their friendship, even if it became one-sided.

[ -30000G ]

[ Curiosity shop. ]

[ Booth best paired with this soundtrack. ]

“….Welcome.” Lloyd greets the person who walks up to this stall, he had a bunch of stuff from his travels, so might as well do some spring cleaning. He has a few pieces of jewelry he had made himself, but the man doesn’t want to focus too much on that aspect.

Poe’s Lantern  - [10,000G] - They say, you may trap a soul in this vial. Perhaps there’s already a spirit in there.  Is it better to keep it close to your heart, or to set it free? I’m not so sure what use this may be for you, but do think of it as something that help ward off your demons.

Glow in the dark Jewelry x 3 - [17,500G] - The light shines the brightest in the dark. Will glow despite lack of sunlight, but it doth needs its sun to properly shine.

The Nexus - [30000G]- Don’t be bothered by the price. This is worth your money, I promise. The ring allows the user to traverse through both continents without needing a boat to get across. I had infused some of my magicks into the ring, and I could guarantee that it works. 

Dream gems x 4 [8,000G] - These vials of resin will be a conduct for a dream you so desire as you sleep - but only once. You are the wielder of your own world, but remember that it is only a dream. Meant to be used as comfort for long nights. [x] [x]

Music box [14,000G] - This somber relic will play any tune from your memory but in musical box form. Simply will your wish on it, and it plays it so softly-  but only when you are left alone to your own devices. It’s haunted, so I recommend you get an exorcist for this.

[Care to venture for some more?… ]

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