Jonathan's AdventureWalking as slowly as he could, Jonathan went about his daily routine really early into the morning. He slipped a note saying he was going out to enjoy his day off work as to not worry Alice and then went out, walking aimlessly as ever and getting lost in the city, literally. As he went, he observed all shops and other places of business still not open, all but one.
The small shop was a rare sight, it being made out of wood with slanted roofs and sliding doors for walls, resembling more something belonging to an ancient Eastern city rather than anything from the modern world. This was the antique shop and house of easily the most eccentric inhabitant of Devon, Yori Akiyama or as he refers to himself Akiyama no Yori.
The owner, a black haired, red-eyed, kimono wearing man, had quite the reputation for his stories he made up about the antiques he sold, mostly either tales about customers buying the objects and becoming entwined in a magical
The PrankJonathan woke up feeling all kinds of bad. His head seemed to be spinning, there seemed to be some added weight to his chest, and to top it all off, he felt an ache running through his veins. But regardless, he headed for the bathroom, can’t let a little discomfort derail your day, afterall. But when he came face to face with his reflection, all that changed. He let a high pitched scream and fell onto his butt out of sheer surprise.
Soon enough his father, Anthon, went up to see what was going on, completely appalled by the sight of his son now turned into a woman. “Jonathan... what kind of spell did you mess up to end up like that?” he asked, giving a heavy sigh.
“I don’t fucking know, it wasn’t me in the first place!” Jonathan retorted, visibly shaking. It took a while but soon enough the whole family was gathered, observing Jonathan and how he (now she, I guess?) processed it all, at a very slo
The Love SpellEver since the day last day of Daniel’s week in Devon, Jonathan had been longing his return. He’d talk to Alice and Cadejo about it, still confused about his feelings. He tried to take his mind off it by dating someone else, but to no avail, no matter if he tried with a guy or a girl he simply didn’t have much dating skills at all. He had tried smiling, being charismatic and putting up his best attitude. He had tried faking a cold attitude. He had tried seeming not really interested in romance and just be nice and pleasurable, but nothing.
After one of such failed dates, the day just before Daniel returned again for a short vacation, Jonathan was sulking in the sofa. Alice silently watched, not showing much emotion at all as always yet sighing in the inside of her head. ‘What’s gotten into him, does he really like Daniel that much? I thought they were just friends. Granted, I was half expecting him to get a crush on one of his
Nonsense and ShenanigansThe sky was covered in swirling, pastel-colored, and dizzying designs of all sorts, suns, stars and crescents being all common shapes. People were flying from place to place atop broom-like objects. The clock tower seemed to be emanating rainbows of energy too. Jonathan should’ve found all this extremely concerning, yet the ginger didn’t bat an eye at this town so reminiscent of his own hometown. In fact it was pretty much his hometown, just with the odd sky and architecture from a couple centuries prior.
And talking about things that are old-fashioned, Jonathan was dressed on a red suit, complete with a ridiculously tall top hat and even a monocle. All around him, and just as he did, other men seemed to dress in that style. Women on the other hand seemed to prefer long, puffy dresses, covering them head to toe. Their clothes, like men’s came in all sorts of bright colors.
And there was also these weird steam machines that had a m
Illusions“Hey, did you hear the news?”
“Yeah, can’t believe they dare return, those filthy illusion animals! Should’ve learned their lesson centuries ago!”
Among whispers and chit chat of all forms, sentences like this could be heard at the Baker family restaurant during breakfast time. That was all people all over Devon could talk about following the previous night’s events.
“And that man seemed so kind too, guess we can’t trust almost anyone at all…”
“We should be starting a purge! Bring out an iron bar and rub it on all citizen’s skins! That should get the truth out. And if they refuse, we’ll know why!”
“I think I saw a black cat with brown stripes the other day, do you think that could be an illusion animal?”
“If black smoke was coming out of its paws, for sure, could you
Daniel the Martial ArtistJonathan stood waiting by the bus stop, early morning mist enveloping the place and giving it a cold atmosphere. The freckled ginger saw bus after bus pass in front of his red eyes, having to wipe his glasses off from time to time. With the passage of minutes his big smile didn’t seem to be any close to disappearing. In fact it only got more deeply rooted into his face. ‘Each bus that passes by is just one less bus closer to meeting him, isn’t it?’ he thought to himself.
He daydreamed about his re-encounter with his best friend, which had left to pursue his athletic career. Despite having business to deal with back at his home town, he had already promised Jonathan he would have at least the day of his arrival free. Perhaps they could go eat breakfast together, that is if he hadn’t eaten anything already. Or they could take a walk in the park as they catch up with each other. They could have a look at the museum, spend the afternoon wind
Wishing MadnessOf all places in the paradise for mages that is the country of Devon, none is more alluring than the grand antique and trinket shop of Akiyama no Yori, the mysterious and handsome black haired, red eyed mage, always clad in elaborate autumn colored robes. This mysterious, handsome mage from far into the East sells all sorts of objects imaginable and even some none can ever fathom. Objects of great power, objects that could crush the mind of anyone who ever perceived their true form, objects that can alter the minds of others, objects that could bend reality more easily than any mage could. However, at first sight most of it is really unassuming, so be careful when wandering around his shop as appearances are deceptive!
The incredible tale that I’m about to tell unfolded the day a young, muscular, dark-skinned man was looking around the shop. His name was Arthur. He walked around dismissively among the many marvels hidden in plain sight. Yet, none of
Spectral Lights“Dinner is ready!” called out a red haired boy with a freckled face, age somewhere around his last couple of teen years. As he went out of the kitchen, he set a bowl of fruit salad onto the table. Behind his pair of thick framed, oblong glasses, his red eyes scanned his area of vision to check for his family members.
‘So, let’s see mum is back at the kitchen…’ he started out, soon enough the woman he was referring to coming out. Like her son, she had a freckled face and a very vivid shade of red in her hair, albeit hers was long, curly, and flowing. However, there was one particular feature of her face that didn’t match her son’s, the eye color. Hers was orange instead of red, oddly enough. Other than that, she only had her towering height as a distinguishing feature.
She smiled at him as she set out some other plates on the table. “Jonathan, could you please go fetch the