Give Me a Sign! [Aka Kitsune]

[TheEnd]

there's nothing wrong with just a taste

TheEnd was not in a good mood. He knew how the Seal of Aquarius was supposed to look. He had seen it quite a few times, observed the design and carefully traced over it in the books with a finger. But when he would get out the paper and ink and actually try to make it, he would sit there, pen to the paper, and find himself incapable of it. Scowling, he threw the pen across the room, his ears flat back in his long chestnut hair simply from the irritation of it all. His arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back in his chair, the tip of one ear twitching vaguely with his anger. He didn't understand why the hell it wasn't working - as Felician Ender, he had been able to do whatever he had wanted whenever he had wanted, and as such, the prospect of being barred from something set up a dull anger that ran through his veins, like a slow-burning ember at the depths of a furnace. He wasn't sulking over the matter. No, that would have meant that he was bitter over it. And he didn't feel enough resentment in his heart quite enough for- Okay, he'd admit it, he was sulking. He knew that he could be a Sigilmaker, and he wanted to be one since he was bereft his usual tattoo, but so far, all he had managed to do was waste a perfectly good batch of ink. Forehead twisted with his wrath, he let out a soft 'tch' sound and started tracing the shape on the window in the mist that had accumulated to the glass. Why was it that the shape came so easily to him here, on a window, but when he tried to pen the shape, it escaped him as easily as time slipped through a sandglass? It made no sense to him, and with a soft huff, he obliterated the seal with a single swipe of the side of his hand, eliminating it from the world with only another twitch of one ear to acknowledge that it had ever existed in the first place. All was quiet and still in the small part of Saint Pancras station that he had decided to occupy for the moment while he turned his attentions towards working on his sigilmaking, something that he had thus far neglected, and then his death glare managed to vacate for him since the other players had been frightened off by the deathly aura radiating off him as he became increasingly irritated. And then, after a long moment, his hand lifted once more, middle finger slowly moving over the glass as he went back to what he knew best. He could see the clean lines of a machine inside of his mind, the cogs and the workmanship something that made him shiver slightly with anticipation of the way that they would purr when it was activated. When he opened his eyes, however, all that was on that part of the window was a shapeless drawing of what appeared to be a box with lopsided circles inside of it, and he let out a snarl and obliterated that from life as well. He had always been good with technical drawings, always, ever since he was a child. So why was it that TheEnd could not accomplish something that Felician Ender had managed with ease? Why, why, why, why, why?

100% 100% Words;; 574 Tags;; Aka Kitsune Notes;; Idiot does not quite seem to realize yet that no scribe means that he can't write on papers and no artisan means that he can't draw to save his life. Hopefully this will work as a good starter for you though. :3 Lyrics;; "The Ballard of Mona Lisa" by Panic! at the Disco Template by Kuroya

of what you've paid for!

[Aka Kitsune]

It was one of the slower days for Aka, who had spent most of her time the past few days at Windsor woods fighting all sorts of spores. Having levelled as quickly and efficiently as she figured she could, it had gotten boring to powergrind like that super fast. So now that she figured she had a decent lead on the others in terms of fighting power, she'd spend some time working on her crafting skills. Having been out and about, she had been capable of gathering all sorts of junk which she could work with, and hadn't given up the opportunity to drag as much of it back with her. As such, she barged into the station without caring about anything in the world. The attire was her usual. Wearing a long fire-red robe with long sleeves, only a few spots of bare skin was visible. Wearing black silk socks and travellers sandals, she was fit for going almost anywhere. It was rather odd that she hadn't destroyed the robe yet though. She'd definitively need a good tailor for future adventures! Stepping through people, snaking her way around, it didn't take long before she had made it across the centre of the station, towards the back area, which wasn't anything as crowded. Getting to an area which she had used to craft things in the past, it would appear as if her things had remained mostly untouched in her absence. Considering that other players couldn't just loot her property, she figured that made some kind of sense. Unloading all of the junk, it didn't take long before she could get to work. Placing a book that she had pillaged from a library onto the table, she was ready to flap through the pages, surely she'd find something useful for mechanics in a physics book, right? Though, something felt off. There was something about the air here which just wasn't right. Packing the book down with the rest of her stuff, she raised her head. Looking around for a moment, the girl quickly realised that it wasn't even as crowded as it normally would've been around this time. In fact, the entire area seemed to have been almost deserted, as if something had scared other players away. So secluded, yet she felt as if she was drowning in an amount of malice and frustration that she had not felt since the last time she had pissed someone off on purpose. Looking around, it didn't take her long to identify the owner of the negative emotions either. It was a longhaired man, his locks colored and fixed as if he had been spending days in the customisation to get it just right. A pair of ears sticking through the hair revealed him as being one of her own, too. Tilting her head sideways, she noticed his attempt at drawing something on the paper, looking at it, getting frustrated, and then obliterating the paper completely. Snickering, Aka saw the perfect opportunity to have a bit of fun with this poor soul.

Bending down so he wouldn't notice her at all, the tiny fox-tail pressed herself against the wall, slowly and carefully sneaking up behind him. Since the area was so secluded and he was so into his work, she didn't expect him to notice her at all. Well, at least not until it was too late for him to do anything about her pressence. As she got close enough to investigate, she looked at what he was trying to do. It was some sort of design plans it seemed, and some were more succcesful than others. Tilting her head to the side, it seemed that noone had told him that unless it was in direct correlation to his crafting, he wouldn't be able to draw anything that others could correlate to. Since his drawings weren't any interesting to nick, perhaps he had something else which would make him furious to lose? Looking around for anything like books, maps or building designs, so far she still had a way to convince him that she wasn't there to steal. If he didn't notice her now, however, she was definitively going to take something and run off with it, in the hopes that he'd chase her. A bit of chaos in the station would be fun at least. With so many people around, it would be the biggest prank she had pulled thus far!.. Before going in however, she raised her head to look at her escape options. Afterall, if she was to take something from him and be stopped by running into something she hadn't anticipated, she'd be one horrible thief, right?

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