A true sunshine protagonist. Country bumpkin, slow on the uptake. Wants to be everyone's friend. Swordian Master of fire, incredibly hot-blooded. A GOOD BEAN. Please love him. He's my favorite and I am biased.
The original fabulous Tales science lady. Probably wants to dissect you pretty shamelessly. Loves and adores cute things. Inventor of the Swordians. Definitely the definition of Mad Scientist.
Sunny wingman. Super hot-blooded, but always means well. Believe in equality and good. Cooks a lot, sometimes well, others times not. Solves problems with his fists. It's pronounced "teatray."
Peepants nerdlord. Picky, fussy, and particular about things, stickler for order. Tendencies to tsun, because he's bad at showing his feelings. IS REALLY A HUGE NERD AND GOOBER, THOUGH.
The name of the game is: give me your Tales, and I'll give you mine! Leave a comment with your Tales character, calling out one of mine (with or without a prompt), or give me the option to choose who I want to toss back! Need ideas? Take some scenarios! Colors order my priority for playing them, other Tales from my muselist are welcome in small doses as well!
[magilou, with her incredible hearing and not at all eavesdropping, can't help but listen in to that ingredient list... her brows furrow a little while listening to what's going into this meal. what is he even...
oh. vichyssoise.
100... no, 1000 gald that whoever tries that ends up on a date with the toilet. a long date, too. dinner, dancing, long stroll on the beach while whispering sweet nothings to the other of how they will never be apart. how magical, if not nearly as magical as this guy's ingredient list.
a playful smirk crosses her lips as she folds her arms behind her head. in a sing-song voice, she speaks up more than loud enough for tytree to hear.]
Vichyssoise, vichyssoise, defiling you so horribly should be against the laws~ ♪
[okay, so it SHOULD be law but since they're already breaking cooking laws then might as well break some grammar ones, too.]
granted, tytree hasn't realized that the reason his vichyssoise is going to be a disaster is because of a couple of careless mistakes while doing the shopping. oregano instead of marjoram, green onions instead of leeks...
carelessness, really.
but when he hears magilou, his head cants to one side; he doesn't even realize it's supposed to be some kind of slight on him, either.]
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oh. vichyssoise.
100... no, 1000 gald that whoever tries that ends up on a date with the toilet. a long date, too. dinner, dancing, long stroll on the beach while whispering sweet nothings to the other of how they will never be apart. how magical, if not nearly as magical as this guy's ingredient list.
a playful smirk crosses her lips as she folds her arms behind her head. in a sing-song voice, she speaks up more than loud enough for tytree to hear.]
Vichyssoise, vichyssoise, defiling you so horribly should be against the laws~ ♪
[okay, so it SHOULD be law but since they're already breaking cooking laws then might as well break some grammar ones, too.]
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though he's not really sure he gets it.
granted, tytree hasn't realized that the reason his vichyssoise is going to be a disaster is because of a couple of careless mistakes while doing the shopping. oregano instead of marjoram, green onions instead of leeks...
carelessness, really.
but when he hears magilou, his head cants to one side; he doesn't even realize it's supposed to be some kind of slight on him, either.]
Eh? What's wrong with vichyssoise? [????]