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"Hey, Emil... where are we?" The mist around them had shifted, giving way to a space that, while sort of unfamiliar, felt eerily like he had been here before.
He's careful not to fall as they advance, taking a few steps ahead of his companion.
'We've heard that a new tree has been born.'
"Is that... me? And look, Emil, Richter's up ahead!" He keeps walking, then hesitates, looking back toward his friend.
"I don't remember this happening, so, it must have happened after I was brought here, right?" He closes his eyes... it feels like he's got a headache coming on.
"Tell me the truth, OK? Is that... you?"
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There was a part of Richter that was still trying to piece together how he'd been talked into exploring the depths of the island's great crater, though considering who had decided that they were going, he supposed it wasn't all that surprising. It wouldn't have been an adventure, Aster said, without bringing Emil along; and while the half-elf was always happy to see him, he seemed to be teetering on an apology for not being able to control the other boy's excitement over the prospect of discovery.
At the very least, this place had allowed Richter all of his abilities back; retrieving his blade from the broken earth below him after finishing off a particularly ravenous monster. Placing both axe and sword back into their respective holds, he passed a glance to the world around them; emerald eyes narrowing in contemplation.
".. this place is at least somewhat similar to Aselia, but these monsters.. they're particularly aggressive. It would be wise to avoid them as we venture further. We weren't asked to fight, after all; just to chart what lies ahead. We can steer clear of anything that appears dangerous, and save ourselves the trouble of--"
But of course, midway through his words, Aster was already heading to a particularly dark looking cave, and Richter immediately lunged forward to grab him by the scruff of his coat.
"-- Aster!!"
"Did you not hear a single thing I just said?!" with a sigh, Richter reached up with his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, attempting to recollect his composure as he glanced at their friend. "He won't listen just to me at this point, Emil. Is this the direction you would like to go in, or would you prefer to listen to my advice?"
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“Emil..”
Lloyd tenses at the sight of the boy before him as he steps into the next room, by the look of sheer terror on his face alone-- this wasn’t a place he should have ever been taken to, no matter how strong he was, no matter what else he’d endured in his life. As horrible as the memories were for Lloyd here, for Emil.. to see remnants of the tree that was once his own, corrupted and broken across the tower.. he couldn’t imagine how that would make him feel.
But the vines were dangerous, even if parts of them seemed dead, unresponsive to those around them-- memories of Sheena fighting against them, of Presea being pulled away by them immediately making Lloyd’s frame shudder. He reached out, grabbing Emil by the shoulder; trying to hide the pain on his own features.
“Emil, look at me. It’s not safe here-- we have to leave,” it was clear that it was taking everything in Lloyd to keep himself together; knowing he could fall apart at any moment if he gave himself the chance, but the end goal of the tower was keeping him grounded for the time being. He needed to be strong for Emil, too-- knowing if he couldn’t be, his friend might not be able to find the courage to keep going. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but we have to get out of here first. We're running out of time.”
❱❱ : — ( @divineshadows )
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“I’m in the back!” Ismael calls out from the backyard. The door that leads to the backyard is open and so she hopes Emil can hear her when he enters the house. Maybe keeping the front door unlock wasn’t a good idea, but it isn’t like she left it unlock all night. The moment she had shot Emil a text was when she unlocked the door. She’s responsible!
“Look! I’m growing a tree!” She huffs out a laugh, “I hope I’m doing this right. I read some books and looked online.” And she’s super hot, if the amount of sweat is anything to go by. She wipes her sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “I’m gonna grow some flowers around the tree, too.”
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“Hm? Emil?” Kay had come to the big tree in Cotes for the shade-- it’s usually a pretty quiet place to think. But even despite the sunlight, she was able to spot someone up in its branches. That’s pretty high up to climb, how’d he even get up there?
Even without low-hanging branches, a quick spider-climb was able to help Kay climb up to reach him, swiftly scrambling onto a branch beside him.
“Hey.” Now that she’s up here, she realizes she doesn’t really know what to say. He looks kinda pensive, maybe she’s interrupting. “Is now a bad time? I can go if you wanted to be alone, and, um...”
...
“Is that mud on you?”
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“This tree... does it have some significance?” Her hand is surprisingly gentle as she touches the trunk of the great tree, gazing up at its leaves.
In her exploration of the Cotes, she was surprised to see such a tree actually in the city. It’s something she had considered for the world she wanted to build so long ago-- nature fusing with the cities themselves.
...though she knows now a world like that is an impossibility.
“Surprising how it thrives with so many people around frolicking beneath its branches... where I’m from, people have no such respect for the natural world. Such parasites would have surely killed a tree like this.”
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callmekevin sims 2 > > ✿ { @divineshadows } ✿
“I don’t understand the decor.”
✿ "did i... do something wrong??”
to be fair, martel wasn’t exactly accustomed to decorating physical spaces. long were the decades where she’d nothing more than the bag on her back to hold all her things. but now, things were different, she could collect.
sure, her collections were... rather specific, but they sparked joy. kratos never said anything to indicate it was a problem.
“i like chickens and ducks, so i wanted this to be a chicken and duck room. i thought it was clear. do i need to add more to it??”
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⚔️ // she had quickly found a USE for the wooden sword at her disposal. it served as a fairly functional training weapon , and so train with it byleth did. using a DUMMY in the proximity of the aja aja dojang , byleth assaulted it with as much ferocity as she could muster. like flames in a forest fire , emotions she had harbored swelled in her chest , directing every slash and jab. frustration and fear , confusion and despair. but one memory surfaced above the rest - and the archbishop’s words still rang clear.
“everybody here , young and old , is in YOUR hands.”
and she. wasn’t. there.
byleth’s voice ripped from her lungs , loud enough to echo into the nearby mistwood as she plunged the training sword clean through the dummy’s chest. her pulse pounded in her chest. her eyes stung. resisting the urge to crumple to the ground right then and there , byleth simply steadied her labored breathing and withdrew the sword from the dummy’s chest. her aggression had left a decently sized CAVITY. one that demanded repairs if others intended to use it. sighing heavily , byleth clipped her sword to her belt and turned - only to find she had amassed a sort of AUDIENCE. (though whether he had simply happened by or had waited a while , byleth was none the wiser.)
“. . . were you intending to train here as well?”
@divineshadows
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there’s only one person here with an aura weird enough to be their target! they swoop up in front of his face, peering into his eyes curiously, then lean back and giggle triumphantly.
[i found you.]
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@divineshadows asked: 1, 2 (canon questionnaire)
1. What made you pick up this character?
When the show ended, I realized I’d absolutely end up missing it immensely if I didn’t get out some kind of creative outlet, and RP has always been a favorite of mine. I picked Anne in particular just because her journey through the whole show, both geologically and as a person, was so engaging, and I wanted to breathe my own life into the character through writing.
2. How did you get into this franchise/fandom?
I had gotten into The Owl House first(after seeing a previous Amity in this group actually!), and saw this show come up a number of times in context of a friendly rivalry between the two, including the crossover panel/table read. I checked it out a short while later and caught up in time for the season 3 premiere!
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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned -- @divineshadows said: ♦
“Sorry.”
Snacks!
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( * ☼☽ INTERVIEW THE MUSE ) – accepting
@divineshadows said:
*↪ 30. If you went to a therapist today, what would they say is holding you back the most?
“.. my guilt, I suppose..”
“However, that is something I am.. trying to work on, at the request of Aster. Amongst others, in subtle ways. I believe I was still holding onto some of my grief as well, despite our circumstances here.. I did not allow myself a chance to work through it all until recently.” He doesn’t seem to like that Emil is asking this very much, proven by how Richter’s gaze drops to the side; though as uncomfortable as he may be, there are no signs of anger present on his face. “.. I do not wish to hurt anyone any longer, however, so I am.. trying, at the best of my ability, to let go of what I must.”
31. When was the last time you lowered your standards just to get someone else’s approval?
Oh, there’s the anger!
“Do you think of me as some sort of dog, Emil? Someone so lowly that I would change who I am simply to be liked by others? Such a thing matters very little to me-- if I cannot be liked for who I am at present, I do not care to gain the approval of those around me. It is a waste of time, and a disservice to myself to pretend to be something I am not; even if it would benefit me in the end, I would face whoever it may be head on as myself, and give them the opportunity to choose what they think of me.”
.. though, Richter quickly realizes how intense he’s being; sighing as he reaches down to gently rustle Emil’s hair.
“I’ve told you once before-- ‘courage is the magic that turns dreams into reality’. Do not let anyone walk all over you just for the chance to be liked. If someone refuses to accept you for who you are at your core, then they are not worth your time.”
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“Hey.. Emil? Can I ask you something?”
Their time together that evening had been mostly quiet, after catching each other up on everything they’d gone through lately-- though lingering in the back of his mind was, to Lloyd’s surprise, the prank that Zelos had tried to pull on him the night prior. It had rehashed a few memories for the brunette, having previously been pushed aside when the entire island was almost destroyed.. but now, Emil was here, making dinner for them both, and Lloyd could finally ask about what had been nagging at him.
“Do you know a kid named Aster? I met him a while ago, and at first, I thought he was you! You guys look like you could be twins! But.. you’re a summon spirit, and when I seriously asked him if you were siblings, he made a joke that you stole his face or something.. but, that can’t be true either, right? So.. how come you two look so similar?”
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gotta admit, the accommodations in archimedes aren't too bad. yuri's definitely lodged in worse. now he's exploring the rest of his residential district, perking up as a blonde kid exits a nearby condo. by itself, it isn't really notable, no -- what's really important is the tasty aroma wafting through the door behind him.
"that your cooking in there?" he gets right to the point, not bothering with any formalities, "smells friggin' amazing." familiar, too, like a recipe he's made before (no way the wonder chef's here, is he?).
oh man, now this has him craving one meal in particular. "say... you happen to know a thing or two about mabo curry?"
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“Emil! Are you enjoying the party?” Kay beams up at him, a small bow as he approaches.
“I must admit, I was a bit wary of attending the event without my parents, but I’m glad I did. I’m having such a lovely time...” Her mind’s a bit fuzzy on that last bit... where are her parents? Shouldn’t they be here? It would make sense at a party...
She shakes her head, snapping herself out of it. It wouldn’t do to act like this in public!
“It’s no matter, though. I know I can count on you to protect me, right?”
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✰ EMIL || @divineshadows
There's a clear look of confusion on Pinocchio's face, as he takes a moment to look at his surroundings. One moment, he was leaving his father's toy shop, ready to take on the world and go to school, and the next he's...
... Here? Wherever here is? He didn't know. Really, he didn't!
As confused as he was, however, he hears a pair of footsteps approaching him, and it's almost as though he completely forgets what he was supposed to be doing. He turns, looking over his shoulder, smiling at the stranger who approached him.
"Hi!" Pinocchio cheerfully greets him, swaying from the tips of his toes to his heels. "Who are you?"
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