"ᴵ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ." ⇥ ┃ #BSKYRP #MVRP #FFRP #FINALFANTASYRP ┃✑ ◖↻ ⇆ ♡◗

“Epsilon—Class Aoidoi of the Planet Daemon. Never worry about that though—neither the name nor the title means much on earth.”

"But since it's getting a bit old pretending I don't know who you are, it's a privilege to meet you. Really it is."

“Aw, that’s kind of you! I wouldn’t want to take a punch to the face from you though, if it’s all the same.”

@thundurusgod.bsky.social All kinds of gods coming around on a sudden! I suppose I should be on my best behavior...and bring an umbrella for the thunderstorms!

"All in good time! It wasn't one of them and I'll tell you all about it when we're on the road." He shrugged, fully aware that, until he cleared things up, he'd be the target of every lascivious and scandalous thought the dragon could muster. "But if you keep making guesses, I shan't!"

🎶 Back from being sick! Time to catch up!

▀▄▀▄▀▄𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩!▄▀▄▀▄▀

“Well, it’s good to see someone appreciating music. Even if they ARE a villain.” He walked past, patted the man on the shoulder. He was *audacious*. “Yellow’s my second favorite color, either way.”

He winked, then stood up and stretched. “My mistake!”

Wouldn’t have been too odd; Epsilon’s music had that way with people. Charming music led to senseless admiration. He did give the man in the mask another flash of a grin. “You’re drooling,” he chuckled—which of course he couldn’t actually confirm—but it amused him to get a reaction.

And he did; it wasn't often he'd turn down a chance to play. Whether he was unaware he was speaking to a criminal or not didn't seem to enter into his mind; what mattered was the music.

“Pull the other one, it’s got bells on!” He burst out laughing, dropping what remained of his ice cream.

“Interesting…” Not unexpected. He’d heard about the Flash (which one he couldn’t say since it seemed to be consistent) having a way with villains; one of a rare few that most villains knew were guileless and trusted. “Any ‘weird’ stories? You know, oddities or what-have-you.”

“The food bill your family must run up…” he chuckled, taking a bite of his ice cream. “So if you’re experienced all around, who was your favorite villain—I don’t mean you like them but one you have a story you like best.”

“Nightwing—Nightwing…he’s the one in the blue and black, right? Acrobat?” He appreciated the color choice on that one. “So that would make you the—Third Flash?“

He didn’t bother asking about how he came back to life; between his own experiences and what he’d heard about others hereabouts, Death was more of a deterrent than a destination. “Let’s start with—mm, pistachio—let’s start with your favorite team-up.”

“Well, I find I enjoy most fae types—titles or not. And so far, I like you too, so that’s good!”

“Well don’t tell me what is and isn’t too good to be true. Tell me about it—I want to hear the exciting stuff.” He plucked a string or two as he sat there in the park; it wasn’t a bad day. Nearby a man was selling the first season’s ice creams and coffees in a food truck.

“So I’ve heard.” He grinned, looking the speedster over, dedicating the image to memory. Who knew when he’d see him standing still again, right? “Bet you have some great stories buzzing in that red head of yours! And please, keep up the levin-ty!””

“Well if there’s no requests then I’ll just keep playing what I was!”

"I haven't seen you either! Well--not YOU. Just your wake of electricity." He grinned, delighted at a new conversation.

"Eh I won't be using that one so I won't be counting it."

𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋 ────────────

"With a title like that, who needs extras anyway?"

"Ooh--! It's...egret white!" He got up, and in spite of the informal declaration, his eyes shown with clear awe at the sight. Pale or not, divinity was nothing to dismiss.

"Tamri? That's a fine name." He finally turned around, blue eyes bright in the dappled sunlight. "Easy to remember too, for a Fae. No titles!"

He let out a low whistle. "That's a long time. Why that's--" he paused, thinking about it. "One--five--at least 300 times over how long I've lived!"

"Well--dwelling on it doesn't sound like it's doing you any good." The strings hummed out a crystal tune as he strummed.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere--I like the view here!"

"I wonder if I should try this 'superhero' thing. My brother did--he seemed to do just fine..."

"Well that isn't so bad." He didn't turn around, deciding instead to keep playing. "Could have been cursed into a pig or an acorn."

@tamrimarcelene.bsky.social "Hmhm--I sense the unmistakable presence of--a fae. Pixie-? No..hmhm--sprite? No--brownie...? Surely not!"

Tamri Marcelene "The Fae Bodyguard" Tamri is calm and collected, often with a sad look. He puts on a front of the helpless defenseless damsel despite knowing self defense. He's known use underhanded tactics to get his way. He's very observant, and uses slight manipulation to get his way as needed.

"Music?" He gestured to his lyre. "That IS why you were staring and not saying anything--right? Trying to think of a song to request?"

"Glad we're square! Anyway, got any requests?"

"That's okay! I didn't hear anything." He *winked*.

“𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆.” ᴏᴄʀᴘ Fantasy ᴍᴠʀᴘ LGBTQ + Friendly ᴍᴅɴɪ(ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ) (ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ.) #OCRP #OC #MVRP

“Well now you’re just speaking trouble into the air. We’ll never go hungry.” As he was speaking, one of the patrons from last night shuffled by, stopped and tipped his hood and tossed Epsilon a few silver pieces, ‘For that performance last night’. “Thank you. Very generous!”

“Come on—this battle isn’t going to end until we’re done! So dance friends—and enemies! Dance until someone drops!”

“I can’t wake the dead—yet—but I can certainly wake up everyone else.” He didn’t, of course. After the night they’d played last night, it was only polite to let them sleep. He did put away the instrument after a few more bars and settled back into his chair.

“𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎.” •𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝒫 •𝟪+ 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 •𝒟𝑀𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔!

"Can I play the uptempo...!" He looked INSULTED. Taking up his nyckleharpe, he pit bow to strings and started up a tune. youtu.be/87KeRs6qzok?...

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