vaanratsbane:

vaanratsbane:

vaanratsbane:

             _{*Singing to the airship*}

_{“~If I was your pilot, never let you go}

_{Keep you in the sky girl, you’d never be alone~”}

_{”~I’d like to make myself believe}

_{That airships fly slowly}

_{It’s hard to say that I’d rather fly away when I’m on my feet}

_{‘Cause airships are never as they seem~”}

_{“~I’m up all night to get air}

_{She’s up all night to get air}

_{We’re up all night to fly airships~”}

_{”~I CAME IN LIKE AN AIRSHIP GUN~“}

mortevatem:

xanomaly:

                  _{”Well, it does change the meaning of the sentence…”}

   _{”… Nick is quite different, after all.”}

                  _{“ … I’m still not being a dick or a nick… ”}

mortevatem:

xanomaly:

                  _{”… I don’t think you’re using Pig Latin right.”}

   _{”Ick-day, Vaan.”}

       _{"Does it matter?“}

mortevatem:

xanomaly:

                  _{”—————What’s a dingleweenie?”}

   _{”… A dick.”}

_{“Ace! Ixnay on the icknay!”}

mortevatem:

    _{“Don’t be a dingleweenie.”}

      _{“I’m not being a dingleweenie!”}

mortevatem:

   _{Already ambling off to deal with unwanted pests, Ace had entirely missed the strange looks that he was being given for his choice in weaponry. Wouldn’t be the first time, though, he thought as it was mentioned, that somebody underestimated the strength of a little magic and some ordinary objects. Otherwise, step after step went behind the trail, to find it eventually underneath the slight gap that formed under every doorway.}

   _{”Uh… Yeah.“ A quick narrowing of his brows indicated that that was very well his intentions. It was a flan, a monster that controlled magical properties, something that disrupted the very balance of the structure of a magical academy. How could he not utilize his full strength to deal with it? Fingers twirled the flat sliver from knuckle to knuckle with ease, all in anticipation for what he was all too used to. A brief smirk, a less than comfortable exhale, everything served as a reminder: Killing was what he was familiar with.}

   _{”Is there a problem with that?”}

          _{A tad dumbfounded at the fact that his teasing had been on point, to the extent that he had apparently missed something obvious to Ace, Vaan considered the comedic image of the dealer throwing printed paper at the flan. At least, the little guy would probably get away from imminent death. Maybe a few paper cuts wouldn’t be quite so terrible.}

          _{Though, the determination of the other to destroy the thing with cards was concerning in itself. The malice that the other held for something less than a foot tall was a tad excessive, regardless of whatever danger he felt it may pose. Good day to be a hume…}

          _{Vaan slowed from his brisk pace to a casual walk, less alarmed about the monster’s welfare, until he had caught up to the other at the doorway. As for his concern over Ace’s methods, Vaan retired the majority of it.}

          _{“It… just doesn’t seem… very… effective, is all.”}

mortevatem:

   _{Talk about embarrassing. They took their eyes off the monster for one moment and it had… whatever a slime did away. Of course, like a snail, it left a trail behind it, so at least it wouldn’t be too hard to track or follow. Footsteps were already taken as Vaan sat in bewilderment, a fist summoning out the card he would need to end its life the instant he found it again.}

   _{”Come on, now. If you want to save it, you’ll have to beat me to it.“ The taunt was called over his shoulder, though it wasn’t to be said that Ace seemed to be going very fast to catch up with it. It may have been fleeing, but flans weren’t particularly fast.}

        _{Replying with a general nod, Vaan began a steady pace behind the already mobile blond. The flan couldn’t have gotten too far. How long had they looked away? A minute or two? Grey eyes followed the trail of slime down to the end of the hallway, where it bent around to another corridor.}

        _{It wasn’t until several strides in that the jelly-sympathizer noticed the appearance of the card clinched in Ace’s hand as if it were some sort of armament. Motivated by mostly curiosity, but partially from the need to jest over the other’s intensity while holding a card, Vaan asked, “Whatcha gonna do? Throw playing cards at it?”}

        _{…though Vaan himself was uncertain as for what actions he would take, should he beat Ace to the challenge.}

mortevatem:

♫ Now, now coding the messages with Z E R O E S,
        Now moving out into that world that we call real life,
                               Over into war front {fantasies} ♫

   <sub>Who had 400 followers creep on them? Well, not me. It’s been sitting and going between 390~405 for about 3 weeks now, but I’ve decided that that’s good enough for me. I’m no good at these things, honestly. I’m pretty forgetful. I hear people always saying, or I guess I should say I read it, that people want to write like me or be like me and I don’t think many understand how much those words mean to me. I’m just a roleplayer, a teen with no real direction in life and, well, I hardly think myself worthy of praise to begin with. I hardly think myself worthy of any of you.

   When I did this two months ago, I had six paragraphs of text about how much everybody meant to me and those feelings are all still there, but I think I can condense this a lot better now. I’ve been roleplaying Ace for ten months as of this day next week. That’s an incredibly long time for me, and not really so much for others. I’ve felt every possibly emotion I can because of this community, but really, a lot of the time, I feel very loved and welcomed and if you guys taking an interest in what Ace does hasn’t told me that, then I’d be a blind fellow.

So I have to thank you all first. I’m a bit of a dummy and I know occasionally my jokes aren’t funny (Actually, most of my jokes aren’t funny.), and I play a muse that’s honestly hard to get along with and is a bit of a butt when he wants to be, so how most of you even like me is really beyond my understanding. Beyond here, though? It’s a list of people that make my days a little brighter. It’s not a big list, but it includes all the people that do really matter to me, whether they be ic or ooc. Ace and I wouldn’t be who we are without you.

   Fun fact: if you hover over your name, I’ve said some stuff about you, too.</sub>

         「Don't you think we were destined to meet? 」

「Class Zero」

_{maceprincess, shinyshinigami | helmdivide, sleipnirtail, type-nine -, mothermullet, rembies, bolt-rapier, fortistutor}

「Honorary Red Mantles」

_{blasterdged, exnatura, vaanratsbane, xanomaly}

「Class First through Twelfth」

_{angelicascent, blessedbycrystal, bakusaijin, disputationix, falsamilitis, floremipsum, rosannean, stellaceria, xvaleant}

 _{The sun had been in his eyes.}

                              _{– Or rather, he had been looking at the sky at least –}

        _{The jolt of his over-amplified headphones leaving his ears and the burn of Vaan’s exposed skin scraped on concrete was indication enough for him that he should have been watching the walkway in its place. This won’t help the fact that I’m already late… Reaching for his right shoulder, he inspected to find the scrape was minor, more burn than anything. Honestly, the skin was likely callous from this being all too common. More important to him was the third frayed hole he now had in his jeans.}

        _{Sitting up straight, he reached blindly for his board as he occupied his eyes to find what he had collided paths with. A kneeled blonde girl a few feet away seemed to be hurriedly gathering a white square from the ground. One white square it would seem of many scattered in front of the library.}

                                                                                                        _{I gotta apologize.}

        _{Gripping his fingers onto his board beside him, he realized that his hand had poked a hole through what was not his board, but a canvas? An already bent canvas… that would be my doing… He instinctively retracted his hand, as if doing so would remove the blame from him. Looking, he could see that his board was a few feet to his left, flipped so that the wheels faced upwards.}

        _{He reached back and grabbed the canvas. Then standing himself, he began walking it over to the girl. Readying for reprimand, the longboarder forced a nervous smile,}

                                       _{“… my bad.”}

mortevatem:

   _{Was he being accused of being cruel? He liked animals, sure, but monsters were a completely different issue altogether. Even if the flan was domesticated, he would not be the one to take care of it. There were no books or information on how to raise one, much less would it serve him any use. Chocobos were much more agreeable in this regard.}

   _{But Vaan was squatting next to it, prodding it and speaking of it as if it were just a regular baby. It was a shame, he guessed, that he didn’t find human children or this flan to be particularly cute in the least. His mouth formed a line, and only for a minute had he considered it before he announced his judgement.}

   _{”No. If we release it into the field, it will just end up killed later. Best to put it out of its misery now.”}

_{Now that’s just cold.  True, he could see Ace’s point, and perhaps he should less compromising himself, being that he had gone on hunts and battled plenty of the little guy’s kind, but plenty of monsters were domesticated, like cockatrices, chocobos even. Who was to say that there wasn’t a chance?}

    _{Sighing, Vaan could see Ace would stay stubborn on this point. Crossing his arms to think of another argument, he looked back to the flan – or, where the flan was.}

                                                          _{Wasn’t it just–? He could have sworn.}

                                           _{“Um, Ace?”}

_{A thin line of sludge had traced itself from where the flan had been and drug across the floor.}

    _{“The thing…” he started, trailing off mid-sentence with a frantic look around the room.}