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POSTED ON Feb 10, 2024 2:59:44 GMT

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she tires. [break][break]

but she doesn't understand why. has it been too long since she's been in action? although she's been performing meagre tasks day in and day out, it doesn't feel like she's been... too connected with the world recently, now has it? no, these past few months to a year has felt like a fever dream. [break][break]

it's a wonder when she can clasp her hand and dig her fingers into the palm of her hand. yes, she's still very much alive, and perhaps that's better than can be said about the many people in hoenn. she'll admit she's been a little out of touch with the world as it was, too. perhaps she should catch up on the news. [break][break]

for the time being, she's spending her nights out in a fiery path. the sudden disappearance of a friend has her downtrodden, but what can she do? ah, she can only grumble and mope. this wasn't like her. [break][break]

"hrm.." she groans, empty yes gazing up to a pitch blackness "... i wonder if i have more sake at home?"

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ACTIVITY CHECK (FEB '24)

POSTED ON Feb 10, 2024 2:54:48 GMT

shiv and ana fell like this

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character tags: ARIADNE MAUCH // MARISOL SIMONE // EBONY
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ACTIVITY CHECK (OCT '23)

POSTED ON Oct 19, 2023 5:55:41 GMT

shiv, jayden cross, and 2 more like this

player/ooc name: nano
character tags: DAPHNE STONE / ARIADNE MAUCH / MARISOL SIMONE / SHEBA INOUE / MARIA LANARO-MATISSE / VERITY ROMERO / EBONY
dropped characters' tags (if applicable): AYAME FUJIWARA / FIORA HYE-JIN YUN / mielle / DIEGO
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time’s blur [s]

POSTED ON Oct 19, 2023 5:03:05 GMT

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a local? perhaps, if you could consider her familiar enough with the area. it'd likely be more accurate to say that her salazzle has taken the mantle, though she'll only respond with a smile and soft hum while slender fingers lightly tap against the countertop. idle amusement is her default, and she'll always fall back into it - ariadne is a creature of habit. [break][break]

"i can bring you to some pretty good places around here~" thinking about it, wasn't there a pleasant pancake cafe nearby? though she could seldom catch them open during her hours, the sweet scent that wafted as contrast to the salty ocean waves will always land an impression. she remembers a time she was curious enough to walk over, and fondly thinks of how it melted on her tongue. [break][break]

his footsteps are a good indicator of his location, blessed be her sharpened ears. "thought you'd never get tired of the big city?" she coos, lifting herself from the counter by the elbows when her back straightens. she's never thought so - until she ironically found comfort in the sand and the water. "honestly.. it surprises me" [break][break]

just a little [break][break]

"i always thought you'd end up holed in with books, studying, or exploring more in-land~."

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POSTED ON Aug 25, 2023 6:39:20 GMT

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"that just means you're weak~" she'll taunt with her snide remarks, and raised cheeks do nothing to hide any sort of amusement. she'll admit that she doesn't know what a lycanroc looks like, but the way it trots across the dirt and lets out soft growls or howls is enough an indicator that points to cuteness, or fluffiness, or neither. she heard that it's a rock type, and her mind can only picture it as a rock hard canine. certainly, not the best sleeping companion. [break][break]

to each their own. [break][break]

the same can be said about the fireworks - to each their own. whilst she can hear the ooo's and ahhhh's from the surrounding onlookers, it's quickly fizzled out by one explosion followed by the last. it's a loud bang. it reminds her of those times she's slammed boxes into the door frames at her shop. not pleasant, sometimes painful, and just enough to have her cringe. they're probably beautiful - she wouldn't doubt it. [break][break]

something's put in her lap, and the smell certainly gives it away - it was obvious enough to make her squint a little at the dairy smell. her nose being just as sensitive as her ears was both a blessing and a curse. [break][break]

her fingers run over the container, first, before cautiously poking at a pick to grab at the first cube she runs the wood over. before she chews it, she lets it melt atop of her tongue for the flavour to set. then she bites and savours. it's good cheese, and it's good enough to get her to hum. at least there's something she can enjoy. [break][break]

nothing can ruin her moment, especially not when she's given some good food. [break][break]

at least, she thought nothing could.[break][break]

an odd question is posed, considering the person. for a little while, she was sure that he wouldn't end up asking. she's so surprised that she quirks a brow, but that's about as far as she'll let the mask slip. "hm?" she hums, feigning processing as another firework makes a bang overhead. she's not trying to confirm - she's trying to respond. [break][break]

there's such a brief window for her smile to falter, and maybe it would have been hidden beneath the veil of darkness if it weren't for the accursed lights. [break][break]

"glaucoma" ariadne takes another cheese cube with the pick, lifting it up idly, with the same, indifferent smile to her lips. "it's an eye disease that damages the eye, or the nerve." she explains further, "and we found out about it a little too late." [break][break]

she speaks with a smile, in such a matter-of-fact tone. aria's explained it just enough times for it to become routine, or scripted. [break][break]

not yet enough to accept it.

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POSTED ON Aug 25, 2023 3:12:15 GMT

I. OCEAN EYES

AGE 9 - PO TOWN

MY DEMONS WERE DEFEATED
BUT YOU TOOK THEIR SIDE - AND PULLED THEM TO FREEDOM

they're gone.

they fade into the distance under the beating sunshine's rays. you wonder why you didn't run after them when they turned their backs? why didn't you reach your hand out to grab the baby blue shirt your father was wearing to stop him? why didn't you reach for your mother's stainless white bag and tug to keep her from walking? why didn't you throw a tantrum and make a fuss? why did you make it so easy for them to leave?

did you love them? yes, of course you did, which is why you think to yourself, saying that this was for the best, and that this was only a matter of time. it was a given, wasn't it? the signs were all there; the tired gazes, the restless nights, the tears that fell from your mother and the stress and anxiety from your father. the way they had you clean your room and put everything into nicely packed boxes, the way they let you bring the book of music you'd scribble in - messily - yourself. the way they smiled that morning and cleaned themselves up, and the way they seemed hesitant to bring you out here.

it was painfully obvious.

it's hard for sunlight to reach your eyes, and the world grows dim. your lips curl into a smile, regardless, when you lower yourself to the empty curb of a busy sidewalk street. in one hand, you have your book of notes scribbled along the pages. in the other, you have a crumpled up twenty poke-dollar bill. the feeling of paper crinkling between your fingers reminds you of it, and you wonder what you can do with this money. it'll probably be enough to buy you enough food for one meal, but then what? where would you go?

surely, you thought, they wouldn't leave you out here. maybe they really did need you to sit there, all prettied and ready, so they could surprise you when you all go home. that way, you'd be told by mother to prepare for your violin lessons for tomorrow. that way, father could sneak you out later that night to grab some ice cream. that way, you'd be able to wake up the next morning in a clean room after packing things up properly, and you'd be able to go to the doctor, and they'd be able to get you to read again. what fuels this hope?

what fueled it when you sat and waited? it's hard to sit still, so you hum a little tune. when that gets drab, you hold your arms and fingers into the air, though it doesn't feel right when there's nothing actually there. you hum the notes when the phantom bow glides along a string, with the occasional pause when you realize you're just a semi-tone off. then, you restart, again and again, until you get get the composition just right.

after all, you're told to stay there.

one hour of singing passes. two hours of practice passes. three hours of sleeping passes. when you awaken, it's by an elderly man walking down the street gently shaking your shoulder. he looks down to you, with slightly concerned eyes asking "are you okay?". your eyes struggle to meet with his figure, because now the starlight in the sky can't meet your eyes. the darkness all blends together. usually, this would have scared you, and you'd be calling for mother or father, or you'd be reaching for a plush in your large bed to hug and ease the anxiety. you don't have that now.

so you, with a smile on your face, sits up slowly. the twenty dollar bill is still there, and your stomach churns and groans loudly. still, you smile at the person whose face you can't tell apart from the dark. "yes, sir." you say, with a smile to your lips "i'm okay. my parents are gonna pick me up, soon." you lie, gently gripping onto the dirtied book you used as a pillow.

small legs pick themselves up, the fatigue slowly disappearing as you look to what light you can still see. it's so blurry, and signs have become hard to read as you amble like a baby lamb. this hunger gnaws at you, like a ravenous beast. you never had to worry about food on your plate before - you're starting to regret not eating your vegetables or finishing your meals.

your gaze turns up to the lights on the streets - lights that shine brighter than the ones in the sky.

lights that shine brighter than the ones in your eyes.

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POSTED ON Aug 25, 2023 2:30:42 GMT

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You might be wondering: hey, Nano, what's with this thread? Well, I have a tendency of hurting my characters in their backstories, and what kind of writer would I be if I didn't inflict pain on myself by writing lil drabbles/instances of those hurting backstories? That's right, I'd be a coward (I'm a coward but I also like pain, send help).

That said, here I am, in hell. So you'll find drabbles and snippets of my characters' memories. They can be when they're alone at home, thinking to themselves, or it can be when they're in their pasts. Either way, it's drabbles for the characters while they're off screen. Please don't witness me.

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POSTED ON Aug 25, 2023 2:11:45 GMT

@maria - marchioness, kalos; disowned.

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POSTED ON Aug 25, 2023 1:53:28 GMT

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hah. [break][break]

there's something sweet about the way he carefully treads the topic. ariadne, met sunk into her abyss of black, maintains her smile with a hollow warmth to her words, and when they linger. slender fingers lightly tap the countertop surface and empty, faux eyes reflect his gaze.[break][break]

nostalgia is a gem-glided cage, its warm embrace no different than stockholm syndrome. it wraps its thorny tendrils around her neck, strangling her and twisting her stomach with the anxiety and disappointment. it eats her when she hears his voice, eats at her when she catches any hitch in his tone. [break][break]

lam's voice comes from above; is he taller than her, now? it should be a given, but her last visual memory was of red and orange seas with burning sand between their toes, and a wooden violin resting between shoulder and chin. it's the kind of bittersweet nostalgia that strangles her in a caress. [break][break]

a devilish smile makes to her lips "ohh.. a partner?~" she hums, a chuckle to her words at the comment. thankfully for him, she won't linger on it for too much - not for now. "i've been here for.." her lips quirk, and her memory tries to serve her better. it's easier to count the seasons than to count the days. [break][break]

"two? three years, now?" it's been about that many summers, give or take. the lack of salazzle bumping into her is enough confirmation. "moved from that lil po town to the seaside. funny how it comes full circle, huh?~" [break][break]

amidst her conversation, a salazzle hisses softly and lightly taps her tail towards the swinging door that leads behind the counter, as though to motion their visitor behind.

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POSTED ON Aug 21, 2023 22:20:51 GMT

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ARIADNE'S INFAMY FILE

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE X PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

INTRODUCTORY BLURB
STEP ON KNIVES - TO PASS THE TIME

A liar who knew how to love.

She knows what affection is, and knows what a normal life is - only she had it robbed from her from the very hands that fed it. It's too much for a young mind to process, so she wears a smile and insists that she's okay. Her carefree mask and ruse are to push the people away from her, so she can be alone - so she can never be abandoned again. Her false bravado has become her fear.

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

WHAT CAN BE LOOKED UP

A carefree perfumer, with a small place set up in lilycove city. her store sells candles, perfumes, and incense for those looking for aromatherapy. You can sometimes find lotions, too.
Exceptional sense of hearing due to her blindness.
Wears a pair of red/magenta contact lens to cover the clouded pupils of blind eyes.

LEAGUE KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR THE LEAGUE FACTION

Public Knowledge

ROCKET KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR TEAM ROCKET FACTION

Previously associated with Skull in Alola; left them to join Rocket.
Brought into a Rocket and given a new name and identity.
Her perfume store is a front, and a cover for Rocket's drug or chemical smuggling activities.
Astonishing hearing ability is often used to eavesdrop.
Highly in tune and in sync with her pokemon - to where she doesn't need to verbally give a command for them to understand her.

PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

PERSONAL SECRETS

Her birth-given name is Hokulani, or Lani for short.

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time’s blur [s]

POSTED ON Aug 13, 2023 4:54:00 GMT

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it's a rare surprise. [break][break]

rare, but still pleasant. clearly, he's confused as to how she couldn't recognize him - and who could blame him? not everyone had green hair, and not everyone could say that they recognized her. if she could see him now, clouded eyes opened, maybe she could recognize him on the spot? maybe she could pick him out from the crowd, or maybe she'd be able to remember him by name. she's met with the harsh reality that she wouldn't. [break][break]

the pause is followed by profuse apologizing, and one that puts a broader smile on the woman's lips. "oi, oi~" she clicks her tongue, raising her hand instinctively to begin patting down at the air. "don't worry about it~. i'm not upset." she couldn't be, not when she's accepted it as her every day. [break][break]

instead, to try and alleviate the guilt, she leans forwards on the counter with a relaxed, casual smile on her lips "moving on, have ya done anything recently? it's been way too long~" because if she's been good at anything, it's been at making small talk. [break][break]

"what brings ya over to hoenn?~"

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no, she won't. [break][break]

or rather, he can't make her, and ariadne is fully aware of this. she's pushing his buttons to get a reaction out of him, and it doesn't matter to her what kind of reaction. it'll be amusing either way, and her ears will pick up every bit of it - and she'll revel in his suffering. he hisses and says one thing, but the tune of his voice makes it painstakingly obvious. [break][break]

he's only spared because of the explosion of fireworks overhead, and her ears perk as her head instinctively turns to the source. if it were any time in the past, the lights would have reached her eyes. now, they only reflect and bounce off as the lights fizzle out into the dark night sky. [break][break]

"i have," she hums, tone softened while leaning back into the blanket "when i was little. really little." before the darkness grasped and swallowed her whole. [break][break]

she smiles, and she raises a hand to rest a curled finger against her lower lip. he's trying to describe color? to her? she knows just as well that it's not that easy to do. "you don't have to describe the colour. you can just say it and describe the shade." she hums, raising her legs to gently rest her other arm over her knees. [break][break]

"snorlax sounds cute, though." she chuckles, again, with the same smile to her lips. "sounds like they'd be the perfect sleeping buddy~."

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POSTED ON Aug 12, 2023 20:03:58 GMT

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i can change that tone real fast, love

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in fact, i will. see you soooooon~

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Nano

aria

She/Her

twenty-six

january 31st

po town, alola

sapiosexual

perfumer

associate

52 height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

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POSTED ON Aug 11, 2023 4:04:19 GMT

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the words say one thing. the tone says another. [break][break]

indeed he is blessed with her lack of sight. if not for it, he would be suffering under the brunt of continued teasing. ariadne thrives on reactions and responses, and it just so happened that his were always entertaining, and always just enough to tide over her amusement. it was the anger and the frustration, and the sheer and unbridled disgust that came with his voice (and what she'll imagine is the expression with knitted brows) that bring her life. [break][break]

his suggestion has her raise a brow, and she nearly tilts her head in slight disbelief. the rocket could barely believe her ears; really? him? here? surely, he was bluffing, because the chicken she knows would never actually follow through. was it his attempt at getting back at her? his attempt to swerve her away, or embarrass her? oh, that's cute.[break][break]

he should know that ariadne likes playing along. [break][break]

so with a hum and a smile, she leans over closer as though to start - only to be stopped by a hand against her shoulder and an awkward cough that followed. her eyes open, slightly - not as though it makes much of a difference - before another chuckle rises from her lips; this time unrestrained. [break][break]

"pfft.." it's rude to laugh, but his bluff was just so cute. she reaches out, hand searching for the bottle, before taking it and screwing the cap loose. "shame." she hums before taking a sip, and promptly licks any excess that might have dripped from her lips. "ya shouldn't bluff like that if you're gonna back out, love~."[break][break]

still amused, she reaches up to what she'll assume is his cheek. if she poked his eye, though, well, shame. [break][break]

"cute, though. i almost thought you were growing a spine." she coos. [break][break]

"almost~."

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mission: firework flings

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played by

Nano

aria

She/Her

twenty-six

january 31st

po town, alola

sapiosexual

perfumer

associate

52 height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

awards

159 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @ariadne