Username + ID#: Kitsune. #577255
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ArrheniusChosen Prompt: Your character's favorite snack (or perhaps a
comfort food)
Prompt Response:
Soup made from a recipe given to me by the previous Head Alchemist before his passing. I studied under him for many years.
Token Worth: Fullbody (4) + Color (3) + Shading (2) = 9 tokens total
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(1)Username + ID#: Kitsune. #577255
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ArrheniusChosen Prompt: What power would they want, and why?
Prompt Response:
Arrhenius’ ears burned with embarrassment. Shards of broken glass lay scattered on the floor, radiating out from where the vase was shattered. Rein knew he shouldn’t have been running in the house, but it was an accident, that’s all. His father’s gaze was piercing, leaving Rein feeling like he could see right into his mind, reading his guilt as plain as if it were written across his muzzle. Arrhenius knew the vase was expensive, made in some distant part of the kingdom before he was born. His eyes were pinned to the floor. I wish I could just… disappear.
Taking a deep breath, Rein liften the tiny vial up to the light overhead. The liquid within swirled without much agitation, shimmering in the warm yellow glow. Arrhenius’ heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his paws shook despite him willing them to be steady. Carefully, he began to pour the substance into the bowl before him. Drop by agonizing drop, Rein mixed the two ingredients, his eyes fixed straight ahead. All it took was a lapse in concentration lasting a second; Arrhenius heard a small pop from the bowl, and for a moment everything was blinding white. As his vision returned and the ringing began to fade from his ears, Rein saw his professor standing over him in the mess he had made, clearly disappointed. Arrhenius wanted to shrink back into the floor as shame made his fur stand on end. Why can’t I just disappear?
Everywhere Arrhenius goes, kalons stare. He knew as certainly as he knew his heart was still beating that eyes would be raking his pelt, captivating by his appearance. In the heart of the capital city, most knew him as the royal alchemist and stared in curiosity or pity at his plight, cursed to rely on the crown to keep his body from tearing him apart. Outside of the heart, in the arteries and veins of the capital, Rein is only known as just another kalon passing through. Stares were more out of shock and morbid curiosity here. While there are a plethora of reasons why Arrhenius dislikes living in the city, he’s happier to be in the outskirts of it than in the heart. Arrhenius still travels mostly by late night or early morning to avoid strangers’ prying gaze. In his tower, high above the rest of the kingdom, observing openly but never to be seen, Rein feels most comfortable. Here he’s unnoticed, unobserved, always watching but never watched, only existing through the strokes of his pen on outbound letters.
“So what’s your answer?” The golden kal’s voice broke into Arrhenius’ thoughts. He blinked, his ears twitching in confusion. “What?” “I asked what power you would have if you could choose and why you’d choose it.” Aureum snorted, flicking him playfully with her tail. After a moment, Rein replied, “I would want to be able to turn invisible. Ever since the accident I feel like I’m always being stared at. I want to be able to go about my day without feeling like I’m on display. I want to be able to just… disappear.”
Token Worth: 519 words = 5 tokens
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(1) + "Your character's favorite snack (or perhaps a comfort food)" (above)
Username + ID#: Kitsune. #577255
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ArrheniusChosen Prompt: What does their current bedroom look like? Is it messy or clean
Prompt Response:
Arrhenius allowed the monotonous, echoing sound of pawsteps on smooth stone to clear his mind, enveloping him in familiarity. The winding tower staircase was long, reaching upward for what felt like a small eternity, save for the occasional window overlooking the city below. It led directly and solely to his bedchamber high above the heads of the Kalons beneath. Rein’s day hadn’t been particularly difficult, in fact it was quite simple, consisting of brewing a large batch of a particular agent requested by the King. The recipe, however, was complicated, and the process required constant attention, leaving Rein feeling drained. His room was a welcome sight, filled with the setting sun’s brilliant orange glow, just how he liked it. Wow, Arrhenius thought as his gaze traced the chamber. I haven’t cleaned in here in ages. His bed, facing the window from the opposite wall, was unmade, a stack of papers littered about the blankets piled atop it. He really needed to go through those at some point… but not today. He strode over to his desk, looking directly out of the window and over the rolling green hills that the capital was carved into. The precarious stacks of books perched on the edge of the wooden desk teetered as he sat down, casting a dusty, serpentine shadow onto the walls. The majority of the desktop was covered in papers of every shape and size, many with hand-written notes on the corners where Arrhenius had jotted something important down or made notes on the parchment. Holding down a pile of letters was a glass paperweight in the shape of a dragon; it threw flecks of light off in every direction, painting the unkempt desk in rainbows of color. With a smile, Rein began to work. After sifting through scroll after scroll and making a small dent in the unopened letter pile, Arrhenius paused to light a candle to combat the night’s encroachment into his room. He plucked a nightshirt from a pile of presumably clean clothes and pulled it over his head, pausing to admire his cluttered shelves. His collection of magical objects could not be more disparate from one another on first glance; a myriad of shapes, sizes, and colors of every variety sat shoulder to shoulder on Rein’s walls. Even more different were the magical objects’ abilities- not one object had the same magic about it. Running a paw along the shelves, Arrhenius felt a swell of pride. Most of the oddities he collected were cursed or had some sort of negative magic attached to them; Rein had always felt drawn to them after his own accident had left him ‘cursed’, or near to it. His collection was not organized, per say, but there was an order to its arrangement and display, even if it only made sense to Arrhenius. Being a stubborn Kalon, and often quite resistant to change, things only seemed to expand and build upon one another in his room as more magical items, potions, and others were added. Often he couldn’t be bothered to organize or de-clutter, preferring only to plop the newest trinket on any available space. With a well-earned sigh, Rein turned and dropped into his bed, pausing only to fish a pencil from beneath his covers before drifting off to sleep.
Token Worth: 549 words = 5 tokens
Previous Responses:
(1) + "Your character's favorite snack (or perhaps a comfort food)" + "What power would they want, and why?" (above)
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