Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[espritdecorpse]

Can't? Can't? Why not? Doesn't it always make you want to try something, if it's impossible? You made a pretty bride, I'm sure you'd make just as nice a princess!

[ He sits back, swaying a little as the roomba bearers bump off the nearest wall and change direction yet again. ]

I'm curious why you don't want a harem, though. Isn't that the best part of being royalty?

[espritdecorpse]

Please!

[ He draws himself up, looking affronted, while the puppet gets out a broom. ]

Good Prince Cucumber would never, ever, ever engage in breaking and entering unless his services were properly hired, in which case no questions asked, and your satisfaction's guaranteed.

[holycurse]

I'm not sure why you'd want to be a princess...

[Ahem. He slowly lowers his roomba, folding his hands over it in his lap as he sways along with the ride.]

...I've never once considered romance in any capacity, and having joined the temple at a young age, even if I had interest in that sort of thing it wouldn't have been an option regardless. [A small sigh--just to get out the last of that tension.]

[artorian]

[ And now he's firmly sad again, as surely as the sun will rise...

It isn't her business to pry any further, so she lets his polite rebuff lie. She's used to her people locking things away from her. Whether from malice, nervousness, respect, or shame, people always had things they didn't wish their king to see. Artoria could never begrudge them their privacy when she was already demanding from them their life and loyalty, and so it's easy now to fall back on that measured distance. ]

You cannot help your passions. In a way, I suppose I envy you. Yes, both you and Merlin... You always seemed to live with a vigor beyond my comprehension.

[uuuh]

[Looking back on this day, Berserker will likely think about how strange it all turned out. To go from almost attacking this man for his obnoxious music to...being invited to destroy things alongside him?

But for right now, she's just fired up. The mace, Bridal Chest, reappears in her hands again, and she lets out another fierce cry.

She absolutely wants to go beat the shit out of some things. In fact, it's the only thing she can think of to do with all of this energy she's built up with no outlet, a self-contained storm.]

[shizun]

[ His arms lift up in the air -- a "V" for "victory!" ]

Let's go apeshit!

[ After this encounter, Shen Qingqiu is going to sit in a corner and contemplate his life choices. He will think of how he just swore and yelled a lot of nonsense in the face of a pretty young lady. He will poke the wall and think about how he claims to be an elegant, righteous cultivator and should really try harder to maintain that image.

But at the moment!! He grabs his fan, clenches it in his fist, and lifts it up in the air like it is their battle standard!! Energy crackles around him as he makes a sprint for the forest! ]

To battle!!

[noholdsbard]

[ To be compared to Merlin, even favorably…how sad… ]

Yes, it is truly very sad…

[ He’d seen what she was like in Chaldea, after all. He knows she’s capable of having fun! And that…hurts all the more, considering the chain of events that had gotten him to leave the Round Table. ]

That your position would keep you from indulging in passions as we do—but forgive me. It is not my place to speak of such things.

[espritdecorpse]

[ On the one hand, Xie Lian seems as though he's speaking to convince somebody... possibly himself. On the other, the conversation seems to have taken a more serious turn. ]

Your royal highness...

[ He reaches over to pat the man's shoulder. ]

When I'm talking nonsense, you don't have to answer me seriously, okay?

[witchual]

[ Even if Magilou isn't watching the furious flower picking that's happening, the sounds of shuffling tell her that Berserker hasn't left, and that she's busying herself with the flowers after all. Magilou sighs, a rush of tension coming out all at once. She's not relaxed, not exactly - but it's easier, like she's gotten something off her chest she's been holding in for a long time.

Maybe she has, just the tiniest bit. She chuckles softly, looking up at the sky and shielding her eyes from the light. ]

Make sure you take care of them, yeah? [ She's still not looking, but she's willing to leave Berserker alone, if she so desires. If space will do her good, she won't prod, and Magilou isn't the best conversation partner right now, anyway. The flowers may have stilled her fury as it is. ] That story I mentioned about the gardener and his daughter... She learned about flowers from him. Even when things went awry, she still had a hard time hating them. I guess the moral of the story is that flowers can calm wayward souls. So make a nice vase for them or something.

[witchual]

Normally I'd say spontaneity makes for exciting times, but there's nothing nice about this unpredictability.

[ But the answer to her unasked question is an understandable one - her own home can be unpredictable, but it's usually her and her crew causing all the chaos. Here, it's someone else using her for their own whims.

She hates it. But there's not much she can do about it, and she's used to going with the flow. It seems easier today to throw up her arms and give up, just like she used to. ]

I don't really care. I don't care about anything, really, but it's just - it's weird. Uncomfortable. I'm the one who should be causing the chaos around here.

[ Not that she would cause chaos in any predictable manner, either. But at the very least, there's a sliver of emotion in her gaze when she pouts. ]

[witchual]

I actually think I'm right as rain now.

[ Magilou taps at her head, testing where the brick hit her. It's not even sore now, as though nothing had ever happened at all. She might not be as dramatic as usual, but it seems like everything else is as it should be. With a grateful, though somewhat mischievous smile, she flits her attention between all three of the moving people in the room (Cucumber counts). ]

Okay, okay, Cucumber might be out on his own, but I'm always up for some heists. You healed me, so if you ever need someone for your capers, I'm just the witch for the job. Cucumber's better at the cleaning than me, though.

[ She'd never imply that she's in someone's debt normally. But when the debt involves having some fun, maybe it's fine?? ]

[usedlick]

I can note details and make conjectures. I then turn my theories and evidence over to the detective in charge.

[And sometimes do things even when that detective is telling him not to... Oh, the heart attacks he has given Hank...]

But ultimately I am a tool, and I follow their orders.

[holycurse]

[Ah.

He forcefully tamps down the embarrassment he's feeling as he turns a (relatively) calm smile to his companion.]

In that case, I suppose you won't be hearing many serious answers from me from now on.

[wordsinthesoul]

"Of love?" Surprise shows on his face for a moment, before he smiles. "There's certainly plenty of tales worth telling about that. I have been fortunate enough to see more than a few, myself- two people so dedicated as to change their intentions, the better to protect each other, and two who have sworn such loyalty between them that it may not easily be torn asunder. Or else- ah, I have it!" And there's a gleam in his eye, a little bit of amusement- he doesn't know if those he's thinking of will hear about this, but he's imagining it. "Two who would seem to different you might wonder how they ever met- she a model of physical exuberance, and he an expert in the library's catalogue. Still, they met- he showing her books he loved, and she dragging him to see the rest of the world."

[wordsinthesoul]

They've been a fairly significant problem in our world- sowing chaos where they please and unsettling the world.

[noholdsbard]

And he’s feeling more and more like his old self with each passing word. Truly Thancred is a man after his own heart! A man who can speak much of love is a friend worth having.

“Ah, how inspiring to hear of such tales.” He absently plucks out a tune on his harp, wondering if a song might be wrought from them. “The tale of the beauty and the scholar. What perils they must have faced together!”

[passio]

[ it will. it always follows him, whether it’s someone else’s or his own pain on his shoulders, twisting in his guts. ]

I can’t… stay here.

[ he also doesn’t feel like he can move, but a heavy step backwards says otherwise. ]

I can’t…

[espritdecorpse]

Hahahaha! Good, good, that's the spirit!

[ The palanquin changes direction yet again. ]

Hmm, but... I suppose I was the same, in my first life. We were fighting a war, and then...

[ He shrugs, smiling helplessly. ]

Well! Things are different for you now, right? You're under no such restrictions.

[espritdecorpse]

[ Apparently satisfied, he lets go of the android's face and leans back. ]

Good, good. I was hoping you'd say that. Tell me, what conjectures have you formed about this place? How the various tales and clues and quests all intertwine?

1/3

[espritdecorpse]

[ He's already thinking to himself what he should do. For Maiden Nero, a poem or an artwork would be best. For Pyra... ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ And then Archer is suddenly close to him, and there's a warm sensation on his lips. It's over in a flash, and he's left just sitting there stunned on the blanket. ]

.......huh?

[ Did this guy take lessons from Shen Qingqiu on surprise kissing people? ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, he realizes that he did ask for a kiss from the man, he'd just forgotten. ]

Haaaa....hahaha.

[ It takes him a moment to find his feet, but he does manage to stand. ]

I...

[ He considers asking the man to stay, as he hasn't actually painted his portrait yet; but some part of him realizes that that might be a bit dangerous, considering the strange fluttering feeling in his chest and the warm sensation in his cheeks. He rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. ]

All right. I guess I... I'll see you later.

1/2

[espritdecorpse]

[ The man's exquisite eyes lighting up, that's precisely the reaction he'd been seeking... ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ But when they dim, and Lan Zhan's mouth purses, he's confused and disappointed. He tugs on the man's sleeve. ]

A-aaaa? What's the matter? You're not going shy, are you? Hey, hey, hey, I know you said it's okay, but if I'm teasing you too much, just say so!

[alittlespicy]

[ And back to softer, much calmer as he shakes his head. He can't ask him to not say what he doesn't mean. That's not his to ask. ]

Not too much.

Not what made me smile.