Prompt 2 - A Special Object - open for posting!

[Meridiem]

Magnolia pondered for a second. No one had asked her before if she had something that she held close to her heart. She fiddled with the ring that was snug on her finger as she stared into the bright blue sky in pondering.

"Well, I don't know if I have something that means something to me..." Magnolia spoke as her face showed her confusing thoughts. Devin noticed her constant toying with the ring that was on her finger and smerked.

"What do you got there on your hand? Looks interesting. Tell me about it." Devin looked away from the ring and into Magnolia's eye, waiting eagerly for a response from her.

"Oh, this old thing! Wow, I almost forgot it was with me," she giggled, "Its an old ring that my mother gave me when I was just a kit. She told me I would grow into it because when I was little, I could fit two or three fingers in it, but it fits perfectly now." Magnolia looked down at the silver band. "It has this cool vine design etched into it. Sometimes in the right light, it has a faint white glow coming from the vine." She took off the ring with a single tug and handed it to Devin for her to inspect it. Devin's eyes lit up in curiosity as the small ring was placed into her hands. She sifted around her stuff to find a magnifying glass so she could study the design closer.

"What you have here is very special," Devin spoke as she looked at the detail on the ring even deeper, "This ring isn't any ordinary ring, it's definitely enchanted." For a while, Devin inspected the ring as Magnolia's eye widened with curiosity. Devin looked away from the ring and set the glass down. She smiled as she handed the ring back to Magnolia with care. "Thank you for letting me look at your treasure! It's very special indeed and your mother really loves you if she gave you that beautiful piece of work." Magnolia slipped the ring back on her finger with ease and smiled at the collecter.

A loud crash pulled both Devin's and Magnolia's attention away from each other and a large crowd formed around the commotion. "I'm gonna go check that out, thank you so much for the conversation!" Magnolia said as she waved goodbye and walked towards the crowd.

"You too dear! I wish you the best on your journey!" Spoke Devin as she waved goodbye to the young kal. As Magnolia slipped through the crowd, her ring glowed a bright white light.

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[black water]

loki flipped the blue cube in his hand, grinning at devin. "i guess you could say that i do have one thing," he hummed, admiring the box himself. "it's this old thing here. it's quite ancient, much older than myself, i'm sure." he turned it towards the other kalon as to show it off. "it's really not got that much of an interesting story. but it has been passed around to a lot of different people. apparently it's a 'insanely powerful artifact' and it 'needs to be protected before it lands in the wrong hands,' but who really cares about important warnings from important people? it's in my hands now, and what could possibly go wrong with the god of mischief?" he tossed the cube into the air and then caught it. he glanced back towards devin, who gave no inclination towards wanting to hear the story or not wanting to. "oh, yes, the story of how i got it, i almost forgot," loki stated, regardless of what devin wanted.

loki rocked back on his feet slightly, wondering where he was going to start. there was so much to tell about such a small little thing, but he wouldn't bore the kalon to death with the tale of the cosmic cube. he let out a sigh as he prepared to begin talking. "it's an odd story, to say the least. when i first found it, it was in the basement of treasures in the palace that i lived in. i may or may not have stolen it, but was eventually caught with it after a while. so i was then forced to give it back," he rambled, tossing the object back and forth in his hands. recalling back on how he had gotten the thing was quite the refresher for him, as he hadn't really thought about the insanely long journey it had been on. he cleared his throat, starting to speak again. "then i did end up stealing it. again. it was later, though, as i was evacuating off of my planet. nobody really noticed, seeing as it was quite the catastrophe as everyone left. it was many years after i had given it back, though." loki stared at the artifact in his hand. why did he constantly carry it around with him? there was really no point, other than for convenience.

"anyways. i suppose it just reminds me of better days. of a happier, simple time, when i thought that nothing would ever change. before everything really began to go downhill. sure, it's been through rough times as well, considering how many different people have had it, yet it still remains the same. unchanged. it was at the bottom of the sea and it's been through the universe, but it's still in pristine condition," loki explained, realizing that he really did have the object for much longer than he thought he would. "i've had it ever since i took it however long ago. it attracts unwanted visitors who know i have it at times, and i wonder if i should just get rid of it because of it. it puts my family into danger when i just want them to be safe." he sighed again. perhaps giving it off was it the best idea now. "when i stole it, i never expected to have a family or anything. i always thought i would always jut be on the run, using this thing to get me places. but now? i have a wife and kids. why do i really need this any more?" he narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering just how much he really wanted the thing. he let it vanish away in his hands. "but i think i'll hang on to it. just for a bit longer."

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[justamindset]

DragonOfEmber Mark
Pls don't let me forget~

[bakuraas.]

|| hanahaki ||

Hanahaki brought out a large book, bound in leather. The book had a large dragon sewn onto the front, the words 'Shayland Encyclopedia of Monstra and Venenum'. A prideful look flooded over Hanahaki's face as he looked back at the kalon asking the question. He seemed eager to explain, but he knew that he couldn't do what he normally did and blabber at a hundred miles per hour. He calmed his breathing a bit before starting.

"My dad was a monster hunter, he used to go out all the time and bring down giant beasts that could have destroyed everything if given the chance. He wrote about all the monsters he used to fight, and drew pictures of them in this book. That's the monstra part!" Though he seemed chipper, as he started to think of how to continue, his eyes drifted away and his smile dimmed into a small frown. "I....really wish there was more of that part, especially since the last monster he put in there was, well...me."

He sighed, looking away completely. "My mother left my dad after I was born. He had to take care of me by himself while dealing with the loss of the only kalon he ever loved. He tried to keep doing work while also taking care of me, but it was hard on him. He couldn't stop thinking about my mom...and eventually it took more of a toll on him than anyone thought it would. He got so mad about my mom leaving...he wrote a whole part of the book about....me as a monster. A monster that...sucks the life out of you and makes you feel weak. Despite that, he was a really great man..."

"The way he died inspired me to go into medicine. He got struck with an incurable disease caused by heartache, specifically loving someone who will never love you back. Because of my mother, he got the disease that I was named after...when I was young, I thought that it meant that I killed him...I felt like it too once he passed away. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't save him and all that I had left of him was his book. But, I knew he would have wanted me to move on...so, I took his book and went to medical school. Not only did I go to medical school with a drive from my father's final monster, but with a goal. I was going to find a way to cure hanahaki disease."

"So, I added the Venenum part. It means poison, but I actually intend it to be more like medicine from flowers if that makes any sense. Natural medicine and the like, definitely not some of the stuff that works miracles, but sometimes it can help. I haven't written much so far, because I haven't discovered many flowers or remedies yet...but I hope that'll change."

"This book is sort of my way of continuing my father's legacy. And maybe one day I'll pass it down to one of my kids, and they'll add onto it with whatever they're passionate about...That'd be rather nice, wouldn't it?"

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[lemm]

"Via, if I see you flex those toes one more time, I'm going to personally come over there and point them-"
Vietti took a gulp and squeezed, bruised and blistered feet squeezed into outgrown soft shoes pit-patting on the hardwood floor of the dance studio as she went through her well-practiced routine. Ballet had consumed her free time for as long as she could remember, however in her family it was expected to have a well-choreographed mindset and she'd been deemed a dancer from the time she could walk. And now, an almost familiar sensation of boredom overcame her; the same turns, the same perfect, fly-away free buns, the same pink tutus and delicate white leotards. She craved action, a new beginning.
The intermittent locking of eyes between the hip hop students and Vietti was almost obvious as if trying to make a statement to her parents by failing to remember basic technique or the constant forgetting of routines during ballet wasn't enough. She no longer dreamt sweet thoughts of Clara and sugar plum faerie performances, but instead was encapsulated by the quick movements and complex skills in the music videos of her favorite raps. To tell her prestigious family of ballet performers, however, would be a heartbreak of another type. While she still had a love for her current passion, it was quickly burning out.
"Mom, I can't fake it anymore! I don't even like ballet! I could care less about the position of my hands."
The following months held events that Vietti couldn't have loved more; her retirement from pretty pink costumes and moving on to the stomping of feet and fast-paced music. She'd discarded all of her costumes but kept a positive memory, her worn-out ballet slippers. Their droopy ribbons now sat intertwined with each other, sitting upon her nightstand as a constant reminder of her delicate past and how far she's come.
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[SilhouetteStation]

Tatiana leant over, eyes scanning the array of sparkling goods while she listened to Devin speak. There was certainly an impressive variety of trinkets displayed on the rug. At her question she straightened up, dug around in her jeans pocket, and pulled out a dollar coin. With a flick of her thumb she tossed it into the air and caught it between two fingers.

"You know what this is?" she asked. Devin's head tilted slightly to the side. "A coin?"

"Not just a coin," Tati replied, pride creeping into her voice. "This is the first coin I was ever tipped, at the first job I've ever had. I know it doesn't look like much, but it means a lot to me. I'm never spending this one. It's the perfect reminder of where I've come from, and where I am now."

"Where did you come from?" Devin asked curiously.

"Homelessness," Tati replied bluntly. Devin's inquisitive gaze turned into something more like respect, and she dipped her head. "I was homeless for a long time," she continued. "Living out of bins and shelter handouts. I thought the world was against me before I met Bernie, my boss. She took a chance on me, and I work hard to repay her for her kindness. I can't thank her enough. And this," she said, smoothing her thumb over the coin before placing it back in her pocket. "This is one of the most precious things I'll ever own."

Devin nodded, eyes softening. "Thank you for sharing a part of your story."

Tati gave her a half smile in return. "Thank you for listening."

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[kittykore]

aethelwine shifted in her seat, her heart warm, "I do have a special keepsake! it was given to me by my boyfriend kato, it's a fairy pendant. he knows that i'm super close with fairies and wanted me to have a part of that with me!"


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[petrify]

aika -

aika was silent as he eyed the trinkets below them, swallowing hard as he felt sweat began to bead at the back of his neck and on his forehead. he was never good in social situations - since it was very easy for him to be overwhelmed - seeing as how he had only been around few people in his life. he had come here for a present for his best friend, who also happened to maybe be his crush. aika wasn't certain, as he wasn't sure how to process emotions fully.

swallowing once more, aika cleared his throat and tried to calm himself down. she was just trying to be friendly, he knew that, but too many words all at once made his head spin. his mouth was going dry, and he swallowed for a third time, recalling the question she had just asked. he hoped he hadn't waited too long to speak. he didn't want to make things weird.

"y-yes, i do have one item i... i uh... hold dear. i always keep it..." he began to rummage through the inner pockets of his coats as he continued, "keep it o-on my person..."

after a few more moments of searching, he produced a golden coin, a little bigger than a quarter, from his coat. hands slightly shaking, he held it up close to devin, allowing her to observe it.

"i got this a-awhile ago, from a f-friend of mine when we first became friends." he lowered the coin then, "i-i was scared, and he comforted me and pretended like nothing w-was happening, when my whole world w-was... c-crashing," his breaths began to pick up a bit, and he paused for a moment, allowing himself to calm and for his stutter to stop. "he told me to flip the... the coin... and if it landed on heads, it meant everything would be okay. he flipped the coin f-for me, and it landed on heads. he did it again... two... two more times, and it landed on heads." a smile began to rise on aika's face, and a soft chuckle followed. "w-when he was convinced he thoroughly surprised me, he revealed to me that both sides were... were heads. and told me... no matter what the s-situation was, it would always... always be okay."

lifting the coin back up for devin to see, he flipped it, revealing the same image as the other side.

"i've carried it ever since then. a-and that's what brings me here... here. i'm here to buy him something a-after all these years," as he finished his sentence, his smile grew bigger as he looked devin in the eyes, for the first time since he had arrived. "do... do you have any recommendations?"

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aika's whole body shook as he sat in the moving carriage, breathing hitching as he stared at the fires in front of him, screams of his village filling his ears. tears were streaming down his face, and his head was pounding, and all he wanted to do was lay down and die with the rest of them.

he jumped as a soft voice broke his trance, and saw a brown haired boy with freckles staring at him. his eyes were slightly widened, and his body was shaking slightly. aika recognized him as one of the strangers that had come into his village, trying to help save people. he felt slightly safer.

"my name is naruki," he said, voice still soft as he sat in front of aika, blocking his view from what was happening.

"i-i'm..." aika stared down at the floor of the carriage, too overwhelmed to continue, even if he just needed to say one word, which was his name.

"hey, hey, it's okay. i understand what's happening is frightening, please don't strain yourself trying to do something you can't. i'm here to help." a small, sympathetic smile formed on his face, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a gold coin.

"i want you to have this," he motioned for aika's hand, and he slowly complied, hands shaking. "you flip it, and if it lands on heads, it means everything is going to be okay."

aika stared at him, glancing down at the coin, before putting it back in his hand.

"y-you do... do it... p-please."

naruki nodded before flipping it into the air, catching it and then placing it down on the top of his hand, revealing the coin underneath. heads. he did it twice more, and both times, it was heads.

aika's mouth had dropped open slightly, and naruki laughed softly.

"i'll let you in on a secret..." he held it up to aika, showing him the heads side of it, and then flipped it, revealing the same image. "both sides are heads! so you know what that means?"

aika shook his head.

"it means that no matter what happens, everything is going to be okay."

aika smiled for the first time that night.

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[-pidge]

The future is the earths sweetest lie

“My most treasured item?” She repeated. She pondered for a moment, but realised almost instantly what it was. Looking down, Saturday reaches in her pocket, drawing out a little gold pocket watch, the size of her paw pad. “This.” She said, holding it dearly to her chest. “My dad gave it to me,” She began. “He told me, you’ll never get tomorrow, the past is out of reach, live for today and today only.” She paused, “He’s right…” She concluded. “Every second that this watch passes, I remember how important they are, each one, building into minutes, each minute making the hours of the day." She drew breath. "Tomorrows never promised." Thats what this watch symbolises to me. She looks up at Devin, had she been talking too much? To her relief Devin had a wide grin across her face. Saturday traced her fingers around the edges of the watch, gazing at it dreamily. "Would you like to hold it?" The pocket watch release from her grasp, finding its way to the hand of the kalon. "It is quite a pretty little thing, isn't it?" Devin told Saturday."Yes, it has been in the family for over 50 years,"

"Its old then huh?" Devin exclaims. Nodding, Saturday glanced at all Devins treasures. "It's nothing compared to all your cool stuff." She murmured. Devin shook her head. "Thats when you wrong dear, it may be boring in ones eyes, but to you, this is more valuable to gold. Thats why I love these sorts of things, you can change the worth of an item simply by understanding its ways of life." Hearing this settled Saturday a little, she was pleased at the words Devin spoke. "Thank you Devin," Devin placed the pocket watch in Saturdays paws. "No, Saturday, thank you!"

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