Energy.
For some reason, Fresh feels that she is bursting with energy today. The store might be closed now for the second day in a row, after they had spent the entire remainder of yesterday napping together in what might be one of Fresh’s favorite memories ever. But that doesn...
2021-11-16 10:48:12 +0000 UTC View PostBusiness is tense today, to say the least.
Though, more aptly said, there is no business today. Except for the odd guard or soldier who finds themselves fighting crabs on the beach during their routes. They’re the only ones out on the beach today and the only ones killing any c...
2021-11-15 19:44:14 +0000 UTC View PostFresh, standing on the roof, gazes through the telescope up towards the night sky.
“I still don’t get what we’re looking for,” says Tarja. Fresh lowers her telescope, staring at the fairy, who is holding a tiny, fairy-sized telescope herself. Tilting her head, she looks b...
2021-11-14 11:33:39 +0000 UTC View PostThe waves of the ocean crash against the shoreline as explosions ring out from all around them. Sand flies up high into the air, along with bits of crab and it all rains back down again, as if they were in the center of a strangely wet sandstorm.
Fresh holds one of her ears close...
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2021-11-12 18:11:49 +0000 UTC View PostIt is late in the evening after what was another very successful day of work.
Fresh stands on one leg, holding her hand out over the batter that is flattened out on the kitchen counter as she sprinkles a dash of red-seasoning from her hand. Humming as she works, she lowers hersel...
2021-11-12 16:47:07 +0000 UTC View PostIt is late at night and Fresh sits in her bed, staring across and over the waist-high stone walls. Her eyes wander over Basil’s thrashing form, over to Shamrock’s bed against the opposite wall.
But she isn’t looking at him.
She’s looking at the wooden fig...
2021-11-11 18:23:03 +0000 UTC View PostFresh lays sprawled out on the balcony, her limbs facing every which way as she basks in the midday sunlight for the remnants of her lunch-break. Pressing her tongue out of her mouth, she pulls it back inside a second later.
“Lizard,” says the girl quietly, to answer Basil’...
2021-11-10 18:43:29 +0000 UTC View PostFresh’s arms shake violently, her entire body rattling around like a frightened skeleton as she rises up one more time with her teeth clenched as tightly shut as her eyes are. A loud, long, furious breath leaves her body as she reaches the apex of her movement and then, on arms that no longer w...
2021-11-09 14:56:25 +0000 UTC View PostFresh flips the pages of her grimoire, sitting outside on the balcony with her feet kicked up onto the table and her chair leaned back. She’s looking for anything that could offer her a particular bout of inspiration that she’s looking for. It’s after their closing, but before bed-time. Sha...
2021-11-08 19:07:48 +0000 UTC View Post
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2021-11-08 06:43:03 +0000 UTC View PostThere’s something about autumn that Fresh can’t really put her finger on.
It’s the late afternoon of the next day and she is standing next to Basil, helping run the window as business is particularly strong today. Any traces or inklings of the rain from last night are alrea...
2021-11-07 09:28:40 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s late at night. The others are asleep and Fresh stands out on the edge balcony, staring out over the dark ocean. Her hair is soaking wet, just like her pajamas, skin and body. It has been raining for a while now. But somehow, the rain had roused her from her sleep and has drawn her out onto...
2021-11-06 17:27:17 +0000 UTC View Post“Sure is,” replies Basil, without skipping a beat. “What would you like?” she asks, entirely unphased by the question.
The young soldier lowers his head, his tan-brown hair lowering over his face as he looks at the ice-cream that Basil is gesturing to. “Oh uh…” he t...
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Fresh clamps down on Basil, grabbing her from behind. The priestess, unsurprised, continues her work of serving ice-cream at the window.
“No fraternizing at work!” yells Jubilee from behind them.
Fresh turns her head around. “I’m not fraternizing, Jubilee...
2021-11-04 08:31:15 +0000 UTC View PostFeathers rustle behind him as sparse rays of moonlight shine in through the cracked windows at the top of the forge. Hineni hammers away, the sparks shinin...
2021-11-03 16:55:15 +0000 UTC View PostFresh sits at the table, her hands are wrapped around the steaming mug of red tea as her eyes are locked downward, staring at the swirling liquid beneath herself. She hasn’t blinked for a while, being lost to the mesmerizing spin of the red water.
Ever since that night, back wh...
2021-11-03 08:56:48 +0000 UTC View Post“Tell me your secret, crab,” whispers Fresh under her breath, standing at the edge of their house’s ‘safe zone’, where the magic born of the enchanted weathervane, which repels the crabs, has its border.
The crab stands a meter before her, doing an odd, agitated dance w...
2021-11-02 16:08:09 +0000 UTC View PostSome say that after that odd, mysterious day in which the sin-eater had stormed the demon infested capital, that the world had actually ended and that this new place that exists was an odd, dreamlike state of transition. It couldn’t really be a real place, those voices would state. Because it w...
2021-11-01 20:06:07 +0000 UTC View PostBasil plucks the single flower off of the top of the large, richly green bundle of leaves and sets it to the side, down onto the workbench. “It’s important that you move your arm in a circular motion when you’re crushing it,” explains Basil. “Look, like this,” says the priestess, grab...
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2021-11-01 12:44:46 +0000 UTC View Post“’The fish is BIG!’” exclaims Fresh, gesturing out with both of her hands. She finds that she has misjudged the situation, watching as Shamrock scribbles down the words she had just said. It isn’t that he doesn’t understand how to write, he’s clearly far smarter than she herself is....
2021-10-31 20:04:04 +0000 UTC View Post
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Fresh stands at the workbench, tinkering around with a small, glass vial of grimpowder. Lifting it up, she gently tips it over and watches as several flakes of it fall down to the table, exploding against it the second they strike with tiny, audible crackling noises.
“What the ...
2021-10-30 19:19:57 +0000 UTC View PostEverything goes white.
It’s cold.
That’s the first thing that the man noticed, after he died.
Sure, it had already been cold while he was falling from the bridge, what with this wind and all. But down here, down in the place that he’s lande...
2021-10-29 18:53:23 +0000 UTC View Post“Hocus pocus!” yells Fresh at the crude, stuffed doll she had made, holding her fingers out towards it as ‘witchily’ as she can. “Ghost-goo!”
Nothing happens.
“Shamalama- lama lam!”
Nothing happens.
“BUBB -” 2021-10-29 15:39:01 +0000 UTC View Post
“The sun-burn lotion needs to be restocked,” says Fresh, scribbling into a small journal that they use for keeping track of the inventory. “Next!” she calls, nodding. Shamrock obliges, pushing the shopping cart that she’s sitting inside of further along the shelves. Fresh stares out fro...
2021-10-28 19:02:22 +0000 UTC View Post“Are you ready?” asks Alleluia, squeezing his hand.
Canta turns his head, looking at her and nodding. “I am.” Canta and Alleluia walk through the final door hand in hand. An ornate hallway leads up to the final chamber ahead of them.
“Canta?” asks All...
2021-10-27 18:15:58 +0000 UTC View Post