❝ Why’s it always seem like celestial bodies tend to bode ill for things these days? If it ain’t meteors, it’s the moon. If it ain’t the moon, it’s the damned sun eclipsin’. What’s gonna be next then? ❞

M’NHUJI CAN’T HELP BUT STARE, yet not in a way meaning of judgement or peculiarity. instead what fuels him is one of curiosity at what the teen seems to be drinking. the label reads protein shake, from what he can gather. one hand lifts to cup his chin in thought, only for his ears to twitch the moment the other takes note of him. ah, perhaps he’d been a little too pointed in his observing. his hand drops from his chin, instead choosing to start a conversation than, well, cower away at now being noticed.

❝ Sorry, didn’t mean to stare like I was. Just haven’t seen somethin’ like that, y’know? ❞ at least it hadn’t been in eorzea, as far as he can recall. not only that, most of his newer food knowledge had been from an old friend long since gone from here. ❝ I know it’s a drink or some such, but... “protein”? Can’t you just eat regular ol’ food for stuff like that? ❞

@caesarsrule​

with everything all set up and him back in isola, give a like if you’d like a small starter from m’nhuji here. CAPPED AT THREE, but castmates are exempt if they’d like to click over!

❝ Back here again, eh? Don’t think this is what Tataru meant when she was plannin’ an island getaway... ❞

Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.

wordsbyjm (via prometheansins)

seithrveined​:

          “Oh— you have that rule where you’re from, too?“

     … Wait—

          ”— Hold up, that ain’t the point!”

❝ Aye. Thought most did. ❞ wait, why was he arguing it now? ❝ How ain’t it the point? Solves the problems, as far as I’m concerin’ it. ❞

seithrveined​:

          “Well— it’s a… creative idea, at least. … But wouldn’t you still be eatin’ a cookie that’s been runnin’ around on the ground? Sounds like a surefire way to get sick.“

❝ Ain’t a problem if ya catch it before the five second rule is up! ❞ nhuji...

seithrveined​:

          “Well, it’s not like magic’s gonna make it any more or less healthy… … Right?“ … Hold up— an idea! “Hm— maybe if they’re runnin’ away from people trying to eat them… The chasin’ around might burn off some extra calories or stuff. So it’s like— compensatin’ for the actual cookie, right?”

❝ The runnin’ after would be the trick, aye! ❞ just like two light bulbs clicked on at once.  ❝ Similar to the larger chocobos back home. One of ‘em will fly, only if you got a cake out and danglin’ in front of its beak. All that flappin’ must balance out the sweets, so this should work the same. No different than eatin’ it first and workin’ out after. ❞

seithrveined​:

          “Huh? Cookies can’t run. That’s just— stupid.“

❝ What would they even be runnin’ from? Er. Well, people’s mouths, I guess... though don’t think eatin’ a magical cookie enchanted to run would be the healthiest, neither. ❞

❝ They sell flippers ‘n all that at the shore to get down to the Swirling Gulf. But has anyone got them to try seein’ if it’s possible? ❞

I think you and I have known each other a few lifetimes,

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Walking Home” (via luthienne)

distantbluestar​:

Pran had not, in fact, been invited over. Scooping up what he’d brought with him, he looked at the stranger curiously. He’d been hoping to find Urianger here - the man had a way of explaining things that Pran found easy to understand - but now that he was thinking about it, Urianger said that he lived with someone else. This must be that person.

Eyes noticeably catching on what looked like a cat tail and ears, he couldn’t help but wonder if they felt like cat ears too… But he knew better than to grab at them. Even if he wanted to, his hands and mind were currently preoccupied by what he was holding.

Still crouching, he shuffled to turn around and hold out his cupped hands to the other. Slowly, he removed the top one to reveal a tiny, very colorful, and extremely poisonous looking frog.

“Frog.” He said simply, following it up with a perfect imitation of a frogs’ croak and smiling gently.

OF ALL THINGS, HE HADN’T really expected the nigh perfect imitation of the frog’s croak to come of this chance meeting, especially from the gait of what seems a smiling child. well, he’s seen and heard worse, he supposes, and yet it causes a few blinks as if to process everything entirely. ❝ Frog, eh? ❞ green eyes trail downward, looking at the frog and taking in the colors, brows furrowing only a little. stars, rather than nature, was more his study, though he could only feel an inkling of concern were he to be right.

other poisonous creatures were more known to him, though he knew the general rule of thumb was the more vivid, the more dangerous in many cases.

❝ A pet of yours? ❞ only a mild question, head tilting with a flick of an ear, scanning the area to see if there were any cases he had missed that it was from. ❝ Oi, wait. You didn’t bring that in without some kinda carrier, did ya? Don’t mind the exact sound you made of it but... ❞ the more he thought about it, the more strange it all came to be, though the smiling face seemed so carefree of it all.

primalsbane​:

          ❝   Ha ! Truer words and all that.   ❞   IT   was a peculiar feeling, but she could swear up and down any appendage of Thal that she knew this Miqo’te. She doesn’t, of course — and she’s certain she would remember his face — but it isn’t that sort of knowing, besides. Neither is it the sort of deep “knowing” that comes when you’re three pints in and sitting next to the same patron all the while. It’s a tugging sensation deep in her gut, a comfortable warmth she can’t quite place. At the very least, it was certainly the good sort of instinctual pang. 

               She can already feel it — her tail picking up to speeds the likes of which could probably propel a small ferry, so there’s a distinct spring to her step. Best to leave all the beautiful displays before she sends one flying.  ❝   Cirina,   ❞   the Xaela responds as she meets his stride, arms folded behind her back in a display of utter ease.  ❝   My name. And I’ve never cared much for the grandeur of anything. If you remember my name after we’re a few in, I’ll even buy another round to celebrate.   ❞

DESPITE THE STRANGE FAMILIARITY, THERE’S a sense he gets that cirina is someone he would be able to get along with even before she offers her name in turn. not that such feats were difficult with him, albeit a few attitude problems he might carry, yet it was like a kindred soul. hilarious, almost, were they to know the origins of their particular spirits, shards belonging to one and the very same. each step carries them closer to their destination, though, before finally arriving before the doors of a tucked away tavern, a homely sign which is welcoming despite the more worn down structure it rests in.

❝ That so? Then here’s hopin’ it’s to your taste. Or I guess we could go somewhere else if it really ain’t, ❞ he shrugs, a playful grin with a brief wink her way as he does. reaching out, he pushes the door open, another hand on his hip as he tilts his head and waits for her to enter the dimly light atmosphere. ❝ It’s a bit more close knit than the Chalice not that far off. Lively, but ain’t too out of it... wouldn’t start a bar fight here but, eh, if I’m feelin’ a punch or two, I’d go to a seedier place, y’know? ❞ somehow he feels she might, even if the circumstances weren’t the exact same.

gonna be tossing out a starter call for nhuji here! not event related but will likely use spiralefes themes instead! CAPPED AT TWO, though castmates are welcome to like over if they want!

          HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN since the two were able to stroll around like this? festivals came and go, a grateful constant within an otherwise turmoiled island, and it was even more unstable for those who no longer can join them. perhaps that was why he clung so tight to spending time with the faunus he’s come to see as family the best he could while he can, the way both of them know the pains of parting, whether in mere farewells or death itself.  ❝ Trust me. It’ll be a great time. And, er... if it’s not, I guess you can hold me to it for somethin’ else down the line, ❞ he chimes, an confident reassurance in his tone as he guides her to the boardwalk.

          before long, blake would be greeted with a particular area that has smaller fireworks sprawled about, all inactive more for reference than anything. a wag of his tail only denotes they arrived, lips pulling into a bright grin before he jogs forward a few paces.  ❝ And we’re here. I take it you can tell what we’re gonna be here for, aye? ❞ the signs alone advertising to make custom fireworks would be enough, he thinks.

          ❝ C’mon, I’m footin’ the bill on this one, so we can make all we want. ❞ not that he has any qualms paying for such a thing. in the end, it was his idea to ask her to join him for a few rounds about the festival itself, leaning over to take hold of a few things to design them with.  ❝ You can even put words on ‘em. Let’s see what you got. ❞

                                          「 @reliberated 」

sciocryptique​:

Urianger, for his part, is practically pressed up against the glass of the cable car, observing the sight as they ascended further. When Nhuji spoke, he turned to him, squeezing his hand. He looked half a child for the anticipation he seemed to feel, a particularly excitable and youthful expression on his face.

“Tis quite the height, although one shouldst expected such a thing from a place that couldst proclaimeth such a view.” He looks out Nhuji’s side for a moment, before focusing on the miqo’te. “Twas a wonderful idea thou hadst, Nhuji, to cometh here.”

When Nhuji looks outside his window to view the city, Urianger leans over, his height giving him a vantage point but still leaning against Nhuji nonetheless. “Tis amusing thou and I hast lived in this place for a while, and yet hath not expored it.” A chuckle. “TIs the fault of our growing collection of books, I sayeth.”

          SEEING THE STARLIGHT BRIM WITHIN urianger’s gaze was always a treat in itself. humorous as it was to see him near flattened against the glass, the fact it was due to his excitement is what causes the smile upon his face. rather than being cooped up, something he did often, it was nice to drag him out more than just passing errands or strolls. ❝ Thought ya might like it, yeah. Been around a few of the areas myself, but nothin’ extensive, ❞ he admits easily enough, having taken the time to at least prospect the area where their newer home now rests.

          eyes shift to glance out the window once more, noting their closing arrival to the destination. and before long the cart they’re in halts, sidling up to an area where they can get out. shifting forward, he’s careful to stand, offering to help urianger in turn with a cheeky reply.

          ❝ Our collection, eh? Thinkin’ you might mean your. Most of them books in that house of ours is belongin’ to you and what not. ❞ how many has his own contribution been toward the piles? somehow it feels like a mere drop in the ocean, a shake of his head.  ❝ This way toward the peak, Uri. We can go to others after, whatever or whenever you wanna. There’s a fair bit to do here... actually, we might need to come back another time if we wanna get through it all, thinkin’ on it. ❞

niji