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Calling on Zeus
In an open field on Arcadia, stood a woman with short silver hair with her feet planted firmly on the ground and her head held upwards toward the sky. She had trouble keeping her eyes open because of the heavy rain hitting her face, so she tried to keep them shut, but her eyes kept flickering open. Although the sound of thunder sent a chill down her spine, she stood tall.
Minutes passed and Celis shivered in her soaking clothes. She didn’t bother to wear a raincoat or to bring an umbrella. This was between her and the sky. Her goal: to be struck by lightning.
To any rational person, this idea would seem mad, but Celis wasn’t thinking rationally. She had survived a lightning strike once and she planned to do it again.
The thunder sounded close, but the former witch couldn’t see any lightning. She could barely see anything through the heavy rain. All she wanted was her powers back. Was that too much to ask. It was the lightning that stole them from her and she was just kindly asking for them back.
“Hit me, damn it!”
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Doctor, Doctor || [[Open]]
Ford sighed, stretching a bit as he got up. He had just finished lunch, but he had some time remaining for his break. He thought perhaps he might use it to go take a walk, when a nurse opened the door, informing him that someone had come in to the clinic, and all the other doctors were busy.
“Yes, yes, I’ll be there in a minute,” Ford said. After tidying up, he made his way to the examination room.
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Training Alone || [[Open]]
‘Okay, Lest, you can do this.’
Lest adjusted the grip on the hilt of his sword. It had been a while since he’d discovered he could use magic. Due to the circumstances... he’d been a little hesitant to mess around with it. But, not only did it have the potential to be helpful, it was technically a clue to his past. If he could master it... Well, who knew?
“And... Fire!” Lest said, swinging his blade.
...Absolutely nothing happened.
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new in town
Draco, who was currently his original color, red (which Ren liked because it matched his hair), kept making sad dragon noises as he and Ren got off the boat and started their adventure in Arcadia. Ren couldn’t blame him, he was homesick too. Maybe it would have been better to have left Draco at home, but Mother insisted on Ren taking the dragon with him. It was a shame Draco couldn’t voice his opinion.
Adjusting the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder, he lifted an arm to block out the sun and got a good look at the island. A man behind Ren cleared his throat, so Ren apologized quietly and kept walking.
It was a beautiful island. Not as beautiful as home, but beautiful nonetheless. As he passed building by building, he admired the nature making its home on the island, untouched by man. He felt relieved that it wasn’t one of those bustling cities that he had seen pictures of. It felt like home. Only, it was much more populated.
Eventually, Ren found the apartment complex. The hotel he stopped by wouldn’t let Draco in, but they told him that the local apartments had barns. Apparently, the cheapest apartments were the Shade Apartments, so that’s where Ren went.
This was all knew to him, so he wasn’t sure how to go about renting a room. Seeing someone passing by, he stopped them.
“Excuse me, are these the Shade Apartments?”
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Monster Volleyball || [Open]
One of the best things about summer was the summertime activities you could do. Smashing watermelons, for example, could be a lot of fun. But today, Mist opted for a more physical activity. And why not- The beaches were open, so after getting all hot from running around, you could just jump right into the cold water to cool down.
“All right, so it’s Mist and Torte, versus Turnips and Emery-Rose,” Mist announced, standing on one side of the next. She glanced at the adolescent dragon and golden wolf on one side of the net, yipping and growling with excitement, then at the duck monster, ruffling his feathers over on her side of the sandy court. “Humm... For some reason I get the feeling that this is unbalanced,” she said. “But I’m not quite certain where...”
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The Pitch
He was going to have to sell something today or his job might be at risk. So Max murmured carefully rehearsed lines to himself as he looks to the jewelry before him. He knew about buying it certainly! But selling it well... that had proven to be rather different. But this time he was going to get it right. He was filled with determination. Failure was not an option. Not for Max De Sainte-Coquille. And it is as he thinks this that he hears the shop bell ring as the door opens.
Okay, Max. Just like you practiced. Pretend you are at a meeting trying to convince someone that this is a worthy investment. You’ve done this how many times before? Just do what you always do.
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Buying the Blacksmith | Open
Purchases:
Owner of Blacksmith “Meanderer” (20,000g)
Became boss of Blacksmith “Meanderer” (10,000g)
Total:
30,000g
New Balance:
Owes 5540g
(No menu yet)
He did it! Finally, he owns this place. Yeah, sure, hes in debt now, but he can make it back easily enough! He was buzzing with excitement, rearranging the shop and setting it up to his own tastes. He’d be able to put all his work on display without anyone having him take anything down.
Now, all he’d have to do is open for business and get some advertizing done... Maybe a sign? A sign would be good. He checked the back room, finding a standing sign with chalk and wrote down what he wanted.
New Owners! Blacksmith Meanderer is Open for Business! Custom weapons and accessories! ★
That should do it!! He set it outside, flipped the sign on the door, and retreated inside to start doing some work. Later he’d work on some flyers to hand out or hang up...
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Lost in Thought || open
Trent didn’t think of himself as a broody person, but every so often... well, every so often he couldn’t help himself. It was easy to get lost on thought when you had something to think on, all the moreso if you were disappointed or displeased by something.
And he was, a little bit. With himself.
Not that he’d ever complain or admit it openly, but well. Suffice to say there was a reason the good doctor found himself sitting on the peer, staring out into the ocean pensively. It might take the jaws of life to get it out of him, but at least he had the peace and distraction of the ocean in the meantime.
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Butterfly || Open
If someone were to describe Alisa at face value, one might say she was the type to have a fondness for butterflies and rainbows. It wasn’t a lie, but though she held an aesthetic appreciation for the feminine things in life, her existence decidedly wasn’t butterflies and rainbows material. A gentle soul, an empathetic individual, her sadness could creep up on her at any moment.
Today, it was a butterfly with a broken wing. It’s a beautiful colour, the vibrant orange hue of a monarch’s wings, captured her eye as it crawled across her park bench. Alisa’s compassion lead her to feeling sad over this little creature, which should’ve already flown south for the winter. She wonders if such fragile creatures could feel pain-- its wing hangs on by a thread.
Alisa’s hands are small and gentle as she scoops the creature into her palms, and as though it knows what her intentions are, the butterfly stalls within her warm hands. It’s a difficult spell to learn, something considered just as difficult as stitching the wing together with a needle and thread herself, but Alisa has an unwavering faith for the Goddess and this spirituality afforded her liberties when it came to the healing of her creatures.
Summoning the light within her heart and allowing it to float to the surface, she watched carefully as the wing mended itself back together with an intricate beauty. Thousands of microscopic feathers all weaving into place, and it seals back onto itself like tape and paper.
The butterfly’s wings flicker experimentally, and it flutters slowly back into the sky, the colours of fall in her vision and a sweet taste on her mouth. Perhaps she should consider taking up a part-time job at the hospital...
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hideaway home | open
Her sneakers thumped dully against the wooden dock as she stepped off the boat, daylight shining on her bare, sun-speckled shoulders. She adjusted her pack on her shoulder and took the place in. Immediate first impressions wrote the island off as a small, rural community, just like plenty of others she’d seen.
Oh well. By the information she’d scavenged in her rush to relocate, it sounded like a decent enough place, new and unexplored. So long as it kept her well away from the mainland, it was good enough.
Settling in was first on the agenda. Nami lifted her head to glance over the docks, sliding her hands into her pockets. She settled for the first passerby who didn’t look too busy, quietly approaching them.
“Hey,” she spoke up. “You know the way to, uh... Gigant Inn and Springs?”
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New Guests
Today there were supposed to be new guests at the inn... or at least so she had heard. So far they had yet to arrive and she wasn’t even sure where they were supposed to be coming from. So she had spent the whole day cleaning... and recleaning.
When the cleaning wasn’t enough she started experimenting with different meals. She had now prepared 3 new menu items that were in desperate need of a taste test. Hopefully she would find someone willing to try them! But unfortunately this meant she now had sauce in the corner of her face and flour in her hair. The inn might be clean but she looked anything but now.
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Request: Garment Models
Date of Request: April 18th
Location: Sonata Tailoring, Arcadia
Number of People: As many as are willing
Reward: A custom-made outfit, plus snacks provided
Details: I have recently taken over Sonata Tailoring, and I need to create clothing pieces to stock the shelves and racks. I could use some inspiration for this. If anyone is willing to model for me, it would be greatly appreciated. I promise I will poke you with needles as little as possible. You will get the original outfit to wear for yourself, specially made for you--but I will be making more of each piece.
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What’s in a Muse? || Open
Ford had been in a bit of a rut, lately, when it came to inventing medicine. It had taken quite a while, since he was last truly inspired. He sighed, wishing he could come up with something worthwhile.
It happened, every now and again. Life had its ups and downs, and so too did his innovative periods. Still... It was always a little frustrating. He was never as happy as when his days were filled with experimentation and ingenuity.
So, during his lunch break, instead of using his spare time to plug away at formulas, he opted to take a short walk. It was the time of year that flowers were blooming, everywhere you turned your head.
...He usually didn’t stop too long to admire them, but... Even he could notice how stunning they looked today.
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head’s up!
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Alex missed high school for a lot of reasons, but the main thing he missed was the football team. Sports teams were hard to come by out of school, so he wouldn’t be playing much team sport unless he finally managed to go pro. But the only way to get to that level of skill was with practice, so he made sure to keep fit and play sports whenever he had the chance.
It was a sunny Friday and he’d finished work early, so Alex headed to the beach with a soccer ball. The sandy terrain made it slightly more physically demanding, so it was a good work out. He practised some keepy-uppies to get used to the weight of the ball. After that, he planned to kick the ball as far as he could into the ocean then swim out to retrieve it, which would exercise all the most important muscles in his body.
As he went to kick the ball, though, his foot skidded in the sand and the soccer ball caught the wrong part of his foot. It went flying to the side, headed straight for somebody minding their own business nearby.
“Head’s up!” he called.
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Stomach Pains | Open.
Another day, another job. Ran let out a sigh as she leaned on the front counter, tapping her fingers on the counter to signify the seconds moving slowly. Her shifts alone at the Bell Hotel always felt like they went for aeons. “Man, the hotel is DEAD today.” she muttered to herself, looking at her nails that seemed to be chipped and a little unkempt. Gotta fix those... she had thought to herself, almost as if her dad’s voice telling her to be more ladylike was hovering in the back of her ear. After what had felt like hours, yet in reality had only been minutes, a distinct, quiet beeping of the watch on her wrist began to softly move her from her daydream state back to reality. The end of her shift had finally arrived.
Ran’s eyes hovered across the room to double check no potential customers had slipped past her gaze while she was lost in thought. Thankfully she had been paying enough attention for that not to happen. As she began to make her way to the steps towards her room, a distinct grumbling noise echoed through the empty room. Her eyes looked down to her stomach, a small sigh escaping her lips. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to snoop out the left overs in the kitchen.” she laughed to herself, turning away from the direction of her hotel room and towards the kitchen.
Her hands reached out to embrace the cold exterior of the fridge, pulling it open gently as to not arouse any suspicion. To her delight, a stack of cheesecakes and other assorted goods seemed to be waiting for her. “I’ll just take one of those... And one of these...” she muttered to herself, humming gleefully as she assembled her dinner on the table in the kitchen. Once she had amassed a meal of almost four separate dishes, Ran dug in.
“Ah, man, that was GOOD!” she exclaimed, patting her noticeably bloated stomach as she stood at the entrance of the kitchen. Finally deciding it was time to turn in for the night, Ran made her way for the stairs once more. As her foot was about to hit the first step, a new sound echoed through the empty room. The front desk bell.
“Who could even be here at this time of night?” she said quietly to herself, looking behind her at the guest standing by the front counter. Reluctantly, Ran turned around once more and made her way for the desk.
“Good evening! Is there something that I can help you with?” Ran smiled, trying to ignore the growing pain in her stomach. Man, eating this much food was not a good idea.
#pi:open#pi:ran#( pls dont feel like you have to reply at this length )#( I got carried away hehe )#( 1 )
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Are You My Farmer? || [[Open]]
Kardia Farm had been without employees for far too long, in Mist’s opinion. She was hoping that someone would take an interest, but apparently, she would have to take a more direct approach. She would have to find someone. Someone with farmer-y vibes.
This was how Mist found herself walking down the main road with her eyes closed, hands outstretched in front of her. She was feeling the air, determined to pick up on farmer vibes. She thought she sensed something. Something close...
“Oof!” She crashed into someone.
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