#{ 🍧 } Graceful Almaria (IC)
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// starter for @vixlenxe
The Gathering Hub was always such a lively little area
---- And today was no different, albeit it was a slightly slower day today. Frosting flips through his quest book at a table, reviewing the details over a cup of tea to the ambience of people getting their business done around the hub. None of these were actually for his taking, they more for his assigned hunter partner than him. Yet it was interesting to see what their available options were for once she was done resting-- a Tigrex being spotted in the New World? That was definitely interesting
The boy sighs, closing the book and rotating the surveyor set that he had been given earlier by one of the researchers. Perhaps today he'll go out and see if he can't spot one of the Boaboa in Hoarfrost Reach doing their thing, though being out in the cold alone wasn't a very appealing decision. He was given a list of things to observe and note down, and it shouldn't be too much of a problem-- but there was always the chance he'd get attacked and injured.
Frosting looks around the hub, debating if maybe he should ask an available hunter to accompany him before he thinks he spotted a familiar looking woman from behind. Oh! Of course! He could ask her! The outfit seemed different to what he was familiar with, but knowing how she was; she always liked having a different look every so often. He gets out of his seat quickly, jogging over to gently tap her on the arm
"Emi?"
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// @rathalascendant sent:
He didn't like being confined. To accommodate a large monstie, the researchers and medics of astera had cleared a space and created a makeshift tent to act as a temporary stable for Ratha. It was spacious enough, but past experience has taught Ratha that it was still a cage. And cages frightened him.
Thankfully, this time, they were doing their best to make it seem like it wasn't. He had a soft bed of hay, and his rider visited frequently and lay at his side when she could. Food and water was readily supplied. It seemed that in spite of everything, the commission was doing their best for the beast with the Wings of Ruin.
Tonight, a new visitor pushes past the tarp of his shelter. He can immediately tell that it isn't his rider—nevertheless, he shifts so that he can look at them from his place on the ground. Ah, the young hunter.
Said hunter was standing by the entrance of the tent, visibly unsure if he should approach or move any closer.
---- Walking cane in hand, Frosting shifts slightly as he observed Ratha. He finally came back from his original task that he was sent out to do, clothes dirtied by the forest floor and covered in various cuts and scrapes...
He didn't know why he made his way here of all places. One second he was at the canteen to get a snack on his way back to his room and the next he was... here. Frosting notes the broken wing, instantly taken by the guilt of what happened again. Even though he had time to calm down from the situation earlier, seeing the harm that was caused once more was enough to make him feel as horrible as he did then. While the medics had presumably no experience when it came to directly treating a monster, they were skilled and adaptable- they'll probably figure it out.
The hunter eventually takes a small step toward Ratha, watching for any sign of agitation or weariness before pulling out a paper wrapped sausage from his bag in offering.
"H-Hey," he starts, voice as soft and gentle as it could be. "I-- um... I brought you this from the canteen, if you'd like?"
#{ 🌟 } land of convergence (world)#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 💌 } Quest Listings (Asks)#rathalascendant
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((@storiedocs says henlo!))
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Send 🗣️ and my muse will tell yours about a character from their canon and/or backstory!
"My friends? Well... there's Odessa! She's probably one of the oldest friends that I've known throughout my life"
He holds a hand up to his chin in thought, figuring out where to possibly start. They did have a lot of history, after all.
"I met her when I was in the Research Commission's Fifth Fleet, allllll the way back when I was.... maybe about 14? The commission let me dip into handler duties and they assigned me to her since her handler got into an.... accident."
"We were roughly the same age! And I.. don't really remember how, but we got along pretty fast!" He laughs to himself fondly, nodding.
"I've basically seen her go through it all- helping redirect Zorah Magdaros, slaying Nergigante, Xeno 'jiiva, Velkhana, Shara Ishvalda... even Alatreon and by some miracle- a Fatalis! I... ha, I honestly don't know how she's done it. I'm... I'm honestly just glad she's still alive, after all of that."
#[ hi!! hello!! its nice to see you i was shadowbanned when i followed you back if you wanna do any plotting my dms are real again haha ]#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 🌸 } dreams of tomorrow (headcanons)#{ 💌 } Quest Listings (Asks)
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// @a-musing-mixologist | cont.
"Are-- are you alright?"
---- A soft voice laced with worry would be heard to accompany the blurry figure of the other human standing by him. Frosting moves back a little as the older hunter sits up, grasping his glaive with a concerned expression. He had watched this man get decked by a Barroth and ran over to help within a minute. Thankfully, it was easy enough to get that monster away from its victim with a mass of rocks to its face from the slinger. And while he was a little worried it might return, a flash pod should be enough of a distraction if it happened
"O-oh! I'm, um, Frosting- hunter from the commission's Fifth Fleet-- but... introductions can be done later, h..how are you feeling?"
He was... a child? Or at least, a teen at roughly 15-16 or so from observation. His hair was pretty fluffy looking, a soft white with a purple gradient at its tip. Perhaps that was how he got his name, even if it was possibly a little bit of an odd one. Frosting originally had been collecting some of the local flora out of curiosity, before he saw Reverto getting attacked.
"You got... hit pretty badly, but it shouldn't be anything severe! I.. I don't think so, at least..."
#[ ITS OK!!! please take your time always!! also ignore the header i needed Desert but this is (so far) Unspecified Desert ]#[ insect glaive time thread (reverto will get jumpscared by a bug) ]#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ ❄️ } Clashing Swords Upon the Rime (Iceborne)#amusingmixologist
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"Fatalis is spicy ????"
// @vixlenxe
#[ yuo dont have to respond to this btw i just thought this was funny as hell ]#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 🔫 } aw sweet a chair (silly)#{ 🍥 } Canteen Gossip (Dash)
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"do you guys think Fatalis is edible or would you die on ingestion"
Yes, this is a serious question he's asking.
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"Do not get poisoned-- 0/10 I would not recommend it" ... and back he goes to coughing
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"Ever since I was a little girl I always knew I wanted to become a cute boy and wear frills"
#[ ok goodnight gang ]#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 🔫 } aw sweet a chair (silly)#{ 🍵 } kamura tea shop (open)
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// starter for @spectral-demolisher
"And this... this is your new handler,"
---- The older hunter gestures, and peeking out from behind them was a small boy. He watches Odessa intently for a few moments before retreating back behind the person who accompanied him here, a hand grasping the letter from the higher ups telling him to go familarise himself with his assigned hunter. In his other was his walking cane, complete with a small heart shaped keychain attached to it. Frosting was quite obviously very shy, and even with some minor encouragement struggled to properly greet Odessa
The canteen was a little crowded that evening, with other people returning from their quests of the day and having a well deserved meal. The trio standing in the midst of it wasn't blocking anyone, though. The older hunter eventually sighs, wishing the pair a good evening and turning to leave them to do their thing.
Frosting remains silent, tensely fidgeting with the paper. The commission decided that it would be alright to let him tackle some of the handler duties, ever since the ol' Diablos fucked him up. It was something less physical, and it beat having to just do the once in a blue moon hunt or be restricted solely to gathering quests. He needed to make a living still, and he didn't want to have to move back to the Old World. Not yet.
One of the other few hunters in the fleet needed a handler too, and was roughly his age to boot. It seemed like a perfect coincidence, and now... here they were. Frosting never quite knew how to socialise, though. So he kind of just continues awkwardly shifting in place until someone made a move
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[🧸]
"Frostyyyyyyyy~ I got you something~!!"
The sing-song tone of her voice carried a genuine air of danger as Safine approached Frosting, holding an absurdly big box over her head. She would proceed to tip the box at an angle, spilling its contents all over him.
Frosting would proceed to be buried alive in a veritable avalanche of plushies, each representing some kind of Pokémon endemic to Venalos. There was a Rathalos plush, a Nargacuga, a Tigrex, even a pair featuring a Malzeno and a Magnamalo plush, the list went on and on.
Rest in Peace, Frosting. Gone but never forgotten.
Send 🧸 to give my muse a stuffed animal!
He expected something, but this? This was completely out of left field to him
---- Ah. Well, at least it wasn't rocks or something at the very least. Frosting eventually claws his way out of the plush pile, mildly confused but picking a random one to look at. They were... pretty big, to say the least. The tigrex one seemed to come with a built in music box that played its theme
"Oh-- um, thanks, Saf?"
He's... unsure what else to really say. Hell, where was he even supposed to put all of these? He couldn't keep them in his lodgings here of Elgado... not without awkwardly having to bring this up with Odessa first. And he already felt kind of bad about hogging a decent amount of the room with his original splurge of plushes
. . . He didn't really have a choice other than to bring this up later, anyway
#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 🦇 } Witness by Moonlight (Sunbreak)#{ 💌 } quest listings (asks)#venalos
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manhandling ask meme
// @wisperedlullaby sent:
♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
. . . Eh?
Huh? Huh????
---- Frosting instantly freezes up in a panic as he's lifted off the ground, wondering just how in the hell he got into this situation of all things. Did he really not hear the giant black dragon coming up behind him while he was noting down his findings about the area?
Stars, this was exactly why he wasn't allowed to be left alone wasn't it?
The hunter tenses, notebook and pen still in hand. He didn't have a weapon. He thought he didn't need it. The old camp was a quick wingdrake whistle away and the place was supposed to be devoid of any life. Nobody would've expected another Fatalis to show up like this! He was here during his long needed vacation leave since he was curious enough to see if anything interesting about the dead civilization remained in the area. So far, it hadn't been much beyond the already heavily destroyed ruins from the last fight that took place here.
He doesn't make a noise other than the small squeak when he was first picked up, not daring to struggle in fear of possibly irritating the dragon looming over him. He was completely defenseless, what else could he do but pray?
#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 🏝️ } To the Guided‚ a Pean (Post Iceborne)#[ this in my inbox was such a pleasant surprise but also this is so funny i am looking forward to see where this goes ]#wisperedlullaby
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"It's not like I'd actually try doing that..."
If anything, he'd take some of the meat and toss it to a carnivorous large monster just to see what would happen.
// @venalos
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You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.
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. . . Well. That was embarrassing.
---- The hunter did in fact just walk into a wall, rubbing his forehead lightly with a small whine. Was he really that tired? He swore it hadn't been that long, besides- he had work to do.
"I'll be... alright..."
The blatant exhaustion in his voice and expression said otherwise. Frosting rubs his eyes, stifling a yawn as he started walking again with quest book in hand. He'd spent the whole night sorting through listed quests, catching up on his written work to try and keep up with how quickly his assigned partner seemed to get through requests... perhaps also burying some late night guilt of not super recent events through his work.
He was... somewhat aware of his poor habit, piling onto himself as much work as possible to keep his hands busy to stave away anxiety or the feeling of low self worth caused by some of the more rude hunters in the fleet. But being aware was not enough to stop him from feeling like this was the only way he could justify his own self proclaimed mistakes
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[Lack of Sleep Starters! Safine @ Frosting.]
"Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."
Safine already had Frosting by the armpits, carrying him like he were a cat. Truly, there is no escape.
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"I'm not... tired yet..."
---- Ah, he's been picked up. Despite what he said it was clear he was drowsy and about ready to pass out, but he groans in annoyance at being lifted from the chair. Frosting did never quite kick that habit, busying himself when he got anxious or stressed from the day as a distraction. Hell, sometimes he just would keep working for the sake of it
Though sometimes, that also meant working himself to death were he not stopped.
Today's case moreso stemmed from the previous night mission that he had taken than anything stressful, having stayed up the rest of the day and fought off the exhaustion with coffee and an energy drink or two. He was not severely harmed during his expedition, the Velkhana he's befriended (lovingly named Sorbet) had made sure he got out of a rough encounter on the field with only a little more than a few scrapes. And instead of heading back to his room to catch up on sleep, he opted instead to tackle a few reports he hadn't written up related to some quests
It was getting pretty late, and he was still at it.
Self care was important for hunters, it was crucial to keep themselves well taken care of for how intense the job could be. Yet despite knowing that, he did only have maybe 3 more to get through. He could probably get those done by 2am if he's lucky. . . right?
#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 🦇 } Witness by Moonlight (Sunbreak)#{ 💌 } Quest Listings (Asks)#[ autism be damned my man is about to be hit by 5 different statuses at once ]
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This was Safine's queue to play with Frosting. Again. For the third time today. Standing behind him, she took hold of his oh so soft hands and started moving them around, making him do a funny little dance.
All while singing, "Teensy baby, teensy baby, look~ at~ him~! He's the teensy baby~!!"
It was the third time today, but probably an unknown number in the grand scheme of things.
---- "I'm 21.." he mutters, mostly to himself. Frosting sighs defeatedly letting Safine do her thing. Yep, this was the usual. He already felt the blush forming too. Maybe he'll just go back to reading after this...
#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 🔫 } aw sweet a chair (silly)#{ 🦇 } witness by moonlight (sunbreak)#[ frosting its 4pm its time for your daily get babied hour - safine probably ]#venalos#ocmenagerie
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[Manhandling symbol starters, Safine @ Frosting]
[♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them]
Having known each other since they were children and having forged a bond as if they were related through blood, it is understandable why Safine was so fond of Frosting. She hooked her hands under his armpits, picking him up like one would a toddler, and with such ease that it would seem as though he was lighter than air. Then, with a wide smile and rosy cheeks, she began swaying him side to side.
"Who's a precious baby? Who's a precious baby~! My li'l baby-boo~!! The cutest, sweetest cutie-patootie in the world, Old and New~!!!"
Manhandling starters
"Saaafff! Stop I'm not 14 anymore!"
---- He's immediately complaining, if not for the embarrassment then for the fact that this probably isn't the last time she'd do this to him. It was a nice gesture of affection, he guessed- but it's never once failed to fluster him. Frosting groans, blushing as he was swung around. Honestly, he was at least glad that none of his usual hunter group was here to see this. He'd just die on the spot otherwise.
#[ sometimes you're 21 but not immune to being picked up ]#{ 🍧 } graceful almaria (ic)#{ 💌 } Quest Listings (Asks)#{ 🦇 } Witness by Moonlight (Sunbreak)#venalos
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