middaeg | Intro Overflow: May

You would not be the only one.

[Her expression closes off a bit then, a stoic neutrality that Archer might find familiar enough as she turns her gaze back towards the bonfire. It seems like more of the participants are attempting to do tricks as well now as they leap over the flames, though only a few of them succeed cleanly.]

It does not seem that any of my countrymen have been brought with me through the mirrors of the Looking Glass House, fortunately.

[They don't deserve to have their lives uprooted any more. Even if it is a little lonely.]

[ uwah, what a good doggy!!!! ritsu's going to hug leon immediately, pressing his face into his fur. how fwuffy... ♪ ]

Fufu, Leon-kun knows exactly what's good in life, and that's gettin' to cuddle with me...♪ [ SURE RITSU ] Guess you can have your own space, then... ♪

[ you know

by his feet, which he wiggles for emphasis. like a really puppy. ]

"Oh man... that's so cute!" Steven says, clasping his hands together. "They'd be like... little dragon carrier pigeons! That doesn't sound terrible at all."

He considers for a moment, and then adds:

"You should meet Peridot! She's an engineer too... maybe if a bunch of you get together, you really could figure things out!"

[Mikleo isn't expecting to hear that, but it summons a little laugh.]

Sounds like you have some friends who are just as impulsive and well-meaning as you are.

[He finishes his crepe and delicately wipes his fingers on a napkin, then tucks the wrappers in the nearest trashcan. There are a few around here because of the festival.]

At least no one can accuse you of being boring.

[ HE WOULD TRY TO BE FRIENDS...ANYWAY... ]

Well...at the very least I promise to not invite such a person to live with us...? I mean, not that I would without all of you okaying anything.

I'll get it! We can probably find a nice table somewhere after...

[ He doesn't fully trust himself to walk while eating. ]

Well, more for ending her adventure...

[ She just wanted her FREEDOM - which she will surely get again. ]

I think she's very happy at her home, but she must have just wanted to go play around...I can understand that feeling.

[ Izuku doesn't ask for more of a name, because honestly - it's fine. And not really his business... ]

I'll remember you, too! I really only know, uh, Kacchan here...and he's, er...

[ ... ]

...Well, Kacchan.

The moment he heard I lived anywhere he'd avoid it, I'm sure. He hates me as much as I hate him.

[hmph.]

[The vastly differing flavors of blood are probably not a topic this guy wants to delve into. Honestly, Mary doesn't want to talk about it either. Only Maria's blood is worth mentioning anyway. Luckily for Giorno, that means the awkwardness is about to pass.

When he offers Mary the crepe again, he snags another quick gulp of Giorno's drink before trading it. Sharing is caring.]

Me too. I didn't know there were so many different things to eat out there! It'd be nice if I could try them all eventually. But I don't know how long this'll last...

[So he's just going to take a bite of that crepe now, while he still can.]

I get that, too. [ A soft noise of amusement. ] She'll probably find her way out to play again.

[ Inevitably. Once she wants to get out to play, she'll find an opening, and some other poor souls will end up tracking down the slipperiest cat he's ever met.

But that's a concern for another time. Akira shoulders his bag and offers a smile. ]

Well, thanks for letting me help. It was fun.

[Mikleo folds his arms but he's listening. Hiccup has a pure heart-- that's simple enough to see. He believes in what he's saying, and his experiences have given him something more than courage to stand on.]

I suppose that's not so different from humans and seraphim. We've lost our history, but in ancient times, they lived together and worked as one. Maybe it was like that for your people, too.

Why did your people change their tune?

[Even during times of tremendous stress and upheaval, it's rather in L's nature to be detailed, meticulous, precise. Hiccup's description of his door's location, at the very least, can't be even slightly confused with his. Which is useful, L is sure, one he can think of a way to practically apply the knowledge. Often, that is the most difficult part.]

Aside from mine, they all appeared to be the same. Plain and uniform in size.

[He, at least, didn't see any that were bigger than the others... but he can't deny the necessity of a larger mirror to let a dragon through.

His brow furrows, and subtly, his already closed body language becomes even more so. His back is so curled that it almost looks painful.]

What were your decorations like? Were they very personal in nature?

[Things that no one else could possibly know about you?]

I have someone here from — [ 'Home' feels wrong when she's never had one, when she has always felt overlooked and displaced. She awkwardly finishes with, ] — my galaxy, too. But it's complicated. We don't exactly see the world the same.

[ Yet. Rey's hope hasn't faded in spite of it. ]

Is he that bad? Your ... [ Is friend even the right word? Given how Izuku speaks of it, she has to wonder if this Kacchan is as complicated as Ben. ] Friend?

[ Echoes of two others, a man and a boy who fell from the sky in a weapon, lend the query more emotional impact than she would prefer.

Nel shies from this, this... compulsion to honesty, painfully aware that whatever shroud of sacredness and secrecy this moment offers, it cannot be true. She controls and regulates her breathing with too much effort for comfort. Still, she looks to the sun.

The weight of him is apparently dismissed and unremarked upon. ]

Why should my thoughts matter?

[ Invisible tension continues to drain from the muscles left tense in her neck and shoulders from overexposure. Nel is hideously aware that a borrowed Coven cloak won't magically establish the same belonging that a local has, and this grand, giddy festival is alien. She's the offworlder, now.

She examines Majima sidelong. Him, too. ]

Before I start climbing, may I ask how you've adjusted? Speak as generally as you'd like, or specifics if you're comfortable.

A-ah...but you've known one another since childhood, huh...

[ CHILDHOOD FRIENDS...SHOULD BE PRECIOUS... ]

No problem, Akira-kun!

[ Izuku's stowing his money away in his own bag. ]

I'll let you go for now, but we should team up again sometime. Um...maybe on purpose from the start, next time?

Oh no! No, no, no...he's not bad! I mean, some people think...well, he's very, er, opinionated and loud - but he's not a bad person at all. He doesn't, um, exactly like me and we don't always get along...

[ An understatement. ]

...but I've always admired him. He's very determined and driven, and he's going to be an absolutely amazing hero someday.

Sounds like a plan.

[ They did work well together for having only just met each other. No cat will go unrescued as long as they exist in this city!! ]

I'll see you around, Izuku-kun.

[ And as he heads off, Akira offers a parting wave. ]

It's unfortunate, but yes. I would've rather known someone like Hajime, but our worlds were too far apart... He's someone I could've been friends with.

[is now, notably from his warmer tone when talking about the boy.]

Just because you know someone for a while doesn't mean you have to be friends with them, you know?

[ Waver's eyes catch on the scars a little, lingering briefly with curiosity and a touch of surprise, but he's polite enough not to ask. He'll turn around and begin to undress as well, peeling off his sopping clothing to wrinkle his nose at it.

When it's all in a pile on the ground near his shoes, Waver sighs, looking around for signs that indicate somewhere one can do laundry. Maybe it's best to wipe off a bit first, too.

Still in his underwear, Waver reaches for one of the towel racks, though they're closer to Izuku. And if Izuku is fully nude, he'll definitely be trying to avert his gaze from any particularly embarrassing bits as he turns to the other boy. ]

Sorry, can you hand me one of those?

Ugh, it's all... drying up...

[ on his skin. gross. ]

You think they have robes?

[ (interested grunting)

but, not for the festival. eren looks up for the watch and is actually glad for what he sees as faith in him, apparently a caveman. his brows scrunch, and he does plan to go through the door, walking towards it, but . . . ]

Not for the festival. [ there was. way too much going on for him to think about festivities. ] I’m going to map the place out. [ . . . ] Are you?

The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. [Her tone is flat, quiet in the evening breeze. It's something she's been repeating to herself since she's first arrived here. No family, no Winterfell, no bannermen.

It isn't easy to trust anyone, having gone through what she has, but she knows she won't make it here alone either. Not with magic or these monsters here.]

Very true. And wolfpacks in the wild are not just those who are born together, They are also those chosen, who live and die for one another.

[ He keeps quiet for a moment as they walk. ]

What was your home like?

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