Burger

Lostman Graffiti

Central District - Sharehouse

Wait, a cat's shadow? Was she seeing that right? No, couldn't be right. Probably an optical illusion. A simple trick of the eyes. She lowered the negative, only to lift it back up to the light. No, there definitely was a cat there. A sense of excitement overcame her as she made a dumb grin nobody else could see. Well, Captain Belo would have to wait. There was a new mystery that she had photos of. It was much more substantial than speculation... Probably.

With the negatives in her bag, she stormed out of the house like a bat outta hell. Well, less like a bat outta hell and more like a national race walking champion. She almost forgot that was an actual olympic sport. She passed by Fumiko on the way out. Why was she in an alleyway? Eh, didn't matter. Inquiring about what she was doing wasn't what Aya was going to do. After all, people deserved a modicum of privacy for their own affairs.

"Yo, Morimori, I'm going to go see if I can use the dark room at Camera & Film. Probably will be back very late."

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

locke was running away and speaking

so he wasn't dallying

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

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Now running through the alleys and side-roads, it was a race to survive now. His companions could deal with the soldiers. With tight corridors and limited people, Locke could finally act uninhibited by a savage running him down. The small detachment they found themselves running into were quickly dispatched by the ones who ran ahead. Though, the distant shouts made it obvious that it wasn't going to be a lucky break. Silence was as great an indicator of a fight as noise, so it would seem.

Serafaye, however, was busy attempting to cast magic. Locke watched her fail multiple times. She wasn't really an invalid, right? Judging by the fact she couldn't do a thing, maybe so. Oh joy, was Locke's immediate thought. They now had to carry an invalid with them. He also watched her attempt to pick up a sword, only for it to slip through her hands. It was... interesting. A curse? It was something he'd keep in mind for later.

More people came from where the scout came. Now wasn't the time to judge the girl. They had to get out. With Locke commanding the fairy with another simple gesture, he sent her to move ahead of Yinha. Come back if there's danger was it's only real command. For now, he'd follow the elf who lead the invalid with her.

"Did you forget how to use magic?" Locke asked Serafaye in that same curt, bitter tone. He really didn't want to have some useless sow drag him down. If he could remind her of the basics of magic, he would.

World Beyond the Lexicon

With some actual tea recommendations, Sanhan would... immediately forget about everything relating to tea. She tried to listen, really she did. Most of the details were lost on her. Her mind was like a sieve. The tea talk just kept on slipping through. This wasn't out of malice or a lack of intelligence. Moreso that the tea talk used all kinds of words she'd never heard relating to liquid. Oxidizing was rust, and rust was what happened to metal. It was why swords and arrows got rusty if improperly maintained. Withering was what happened with crops on bad land. The insult about her sleepiness was also lost on Sanhan. She was mostly awake now. Why would she need tea to wake up? Wasn't like she was always tired. She was just tired in that instance. Weird, she thought about her. Didn't say it out loud, though. Didn't want to trouble her. She did take the recommendation, though. Lemongrass and liquorice. She had no idea what those were, but the people at the P.U. would probably know.

"Why would we have a tea party...?" Sanhan quietly replied to Kiara's question about a party, practically only audible to herself. A delayed response, but Sanhan actually had to spend a hot minute pondering what exactly a tea party was. She had some understanding about the word for party. Her people didn't really party, though. They were too busy trying to live off the land. The only time they would ever hold any form of festivity was when something truly amazing happened. Nothing happened that really warranted it. Even then, having a party focused solely on tea? That seemed really wasteful.

Then, Sanhan's brain was beamed with some form of speech. She didn't like this magic. It seemed rude. Get to the lecture hall... But they barely had any time to eat and drink! Well, not much she could do about it. With a forlorn disappointment deep in her heart and the same blank expression she always had, she accepted the fact that she trapped herself in conversation instead of getting food. Now left alone, Sanhan had a thought. She could get food to go, right?

Like a madman, she dashed from stall to stall as she looked for the perfect food. What was the perfect food that was cheap, had amazing variety, and was easy to carry a lot of.

Bagels.

With never before seen speed from her, she got herself a big ol' bag of bagels. A variety bag, if you would. Bagels were something that her people would have never thought about making, so for Sanhan, they were practically an o-shaped miracle. With bag of bagels in hand, she went back to the lecture hall.

World Beyond the Lexicon

yes

busy the past few days

should be posting stuff now

Cacophony Concord

With a resigned raspberry blown especially at Raymond, Mags was defeated before she could even start. But a single loss wouldn't stop the battle-crazed woman. No, it was just the beginning; it was just a minor setback. She would have her fight, whether they liked it or not.

"Fine, we'll get the wittwe babbies theiw bottwes." A mocking Mags started as she went to pick up the crawling Amulak. She'd get her fight, even if she had to threaten them all by choking out Amulak. Not now, though. She'd at least relent until they got the +5 stat charms. After they did, however, all bets were off. She was going to choke a bitch out or start a riot if she couldn't get her fight.

"I fully expect you guys to fight me after we get these talismans, though. You'll unlock me a REAL class and we can fight some starter frogs with some new physical body experience. You know, so we don't look like the start of Grimgar." She gave a brief pause. "Old anime. Don't worry about it. Worry about me starting a riot if you don't fight me, and don't test me. You know what happened the last time y'all did."

She was, of course, talking about the great discord cock-up. A traumatic event that was too painful to talk about, even to this date.

Lostman Graffiti

Central District - Sharehouse

"Where does it start?" Aya responded with a grind, "right here." She pointed to an old newspaper article tacked onto the board. This was an image of Captain Belo and his shack, but before the fame and legends. No, this wasn't a recommendation of the local paper's best spot to get fish, nor was it one of his exploits in a fishing competition. It was simply Captain Belo, in the background on a filler piece about the market place. He wasn't interviewed, nor did the photographer pay attention to him. He was simply in the background with the exact same countenance that the fisherman possessed to this day.

"The only earlier image of a man in this city who looked like the Captain was a very naked model sitting on a bed. Not the same person. A lookalike."

This conversation carried on until dinner. Belo was a very interesting man, after all.

With the poorly tuned radio giving the news, Aya couldn't help but feel stung by the announcements. More hot weather was expected, but something she didn't like. She liked hot days by themselves, of course. Sometimes, they were just perfect to laze around in them. But she had school and a job. She had to do things in the heat. That's what she disliked. Well, that was being an adult. Someone pretending to be an adult, at least.

The fish was good. She liked fish, and it was cooked pretty well. It was a good fish, too. After stuffing herself on what she could eat, she gave thanks to those involved with the fish. Fumiko looked burned. Probably about today. Not her problem. Aya couldn't really help, but even if she was overly accusatory, shit happens. Can't take back the past, so dwelling over dumb little mistakes didn't do much.

Aya left the table and took another seat in her room by herself, aimlessly lying in front of a small fan. Might as well go over her camera's film. She pretty much used up the entire roll of film at this point. She grabbed the negatives from the camera and held them in front of the light, looking at what photos she took.

Cacophony Concord

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Already had the mods complain to me about uploading too lewd pics in my albums, don't need them crackin' down on my ass in here too. :P

@Xaltwind

and here am i am getting angry and refusing to use an image because it shows midriff

one of these days, i'll use her

one of these days

World Beyond the Lexicon

move on without me ill catch up

probably wont get a post in before outages