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Event Twenty-Five.
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And see the bonnets blue, And hear the bluebells ringing loud, I wish I could -- don't you? | |
Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth 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! | |
t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands.
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[ Pyra is normally a gentle person. She really is! Or she tries to be. Careful, cautious, and mindful, she always attempts to exercise her strength and abilities as meticulously and attentively as she can, so that she might not hurt someone. She wants to exhibit control, she does not want to harm. Unfortunately the opposite of being gentle would mean that there is now a disconnect between knowing her own strength and what she exerts. This, coupled with how she still is of the mind to help others out-- ]
Oh, let me get that for you---
[ Aaaand she either a) broke it or b) set it on fire; "it" being whatever it is that she has been trying to help you with. Maybe it is a door you were trying to go through into your home! Or maybe some broken piece of ship in the harbor you are trying to push to the side! Or maybe you are trying to cook something! Regardless, it's ruined. ] Ah, I'm... I'm so sorry....
B: Pyra: White Camellia: Not!Waiting
[ Impatience is such an unpleasant feeling. It makes her anxious, worried, and wary, and the worst part about is that she's not sure what she's bothered by! Heading to the library in hopes that she might find an answer, she begins to look up some of the books, at times flipping through them at an inhuman pace, or tearing them from the shelves entirely. She doesn't have time for this!
It's by pure chance that she finds just the one she's looking for. ] ...It seems that there is something called the "language of flowers". [ She says hurriedly, scanning down the page. ] What flower is yours? I'll look it up.
C: Mythra: Freesia: Not!Childish/Immature
[ ...Which means that Mythra is actually going to be the mature one! Amazing.
Catch her wandering around in Bluo walking around. Maybe you know her, maybe you don't, or maybe you assume that she's one of the newbies here. Either way, she seems content with simply staring off towards the sky or sitting on a bench along one of the canals. ] You know what? This place isn't too bad.
D: Mythra: Geranium: Not!Stupidity
All right. [ You! Yes, you. You're with her, and she's pacing, seemingly thinking hard. After the trip to the edge of the forest, then finding that she could not interact with the scenery depicted beyond it, she had begun to question the nature of this little realm in which they've found themselves. ] Let's see how intricate the designer of this world made this place. [ She stops abruptly, turning quickly upon her heels to face you. ]
We need... a glass container-- even a cup will work fine-- some alcohol, strong, and something really, really cold.
[ The experiment she's thinking about conducting has been at the back of her mind for a while-- because she's not exactly stupid, just... it takes a moment for her to actually care about things to do something about it. What is she planning on building? Tune in to find out! ]
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[ Have something in mind not seen here, hmu with your own prompt here, via PM, or
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But who's going to let a little memory loss dampen their afternoon? Not this guy! So he happily approaches the bench where a very attractive, though glowy, woman is sitting, and takes a seat next to her. ]
It is, isn't it?
[ A beat. ]
What is this place, anyway? I've never seen it before.
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Huh? Oh, I think mine is a ...
[She trails off. For the record, it's a pink carnation, for "I'll Never Forget You".
So now she keeps forgetting everything.]
... It's... um... it's a...?
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[Xie Lian looks down at the flaming mess that was once his lunch, resignation written all over his face as he turns to get the water.]
It wouldn't have been edible anyway...I'm a hopeless cook, really.
[There's a narcissus tucked behind his ear.]
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Why do you say that?
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Arrival
[The list of weird things that happened in Lan SiZhui's life was only getting longer. One moment, he remembered being in the house in Yi City with Senior Mo and the other juniors, with the woman who made the paper figures and the next thing he knew, he seemed to be standing in a well. Knee deep in water. In cold water that cut right to the bone and soaked his boots.
But he also seemed to be holding... a flower? He turned it over in his hand carefully a few times trying to tell what it was in the bottom of a well. It was white. That was about it.
Apparently this hadn't happened to just him alone because there was a very convenient ladder and some ropes. Carefully he tucked the flower into his robes so that he had both hands free before grabbing the rope and starting to pull himself up.
That had been the plan at least. He had gotten only a few rungs up before he suddenly slipped, falling backwards into the cold water. Well, that didn't work. He came back up, now completely wet and tried again, not before finding and ringing one of the bells. He held tighter this time, feeling like his hands just wanted to let go for some reason.
Finally though, as he neared the top, it was apparent someone had heard the bell, a hand helping him out of the well. He paused at the top a moment after climbing over the wall]
Thank you.
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[Now that he was free from the well, SiZhui had decided to explore his new environment, trying to figure out where everything was. Luckily it didn't seem too long for him dry out, but that was about all the luck that he had at the moment. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was cursed with something. He just seemed to keep falling and his white robes were understandably not staying white.
He was going to have to spend a good deal of time cleaning them when he had the chance.
Eventually he seated himself on the ground near a tree out of what seemed to be the normal walking path to assess the state of his clothes. Only now did he remember the flower, pulling it out to look at it.
It was a camellia]
I wonder how I got this...
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[Have an idea of your own? Set up your prompt or send me a message!]
Arrival (1/2)
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That's right. A "corpse flower," an ominous flower that blooms in hell, symbolizing someone dead or abandoned, forgotten, never to meet again. He's spent the day trying to get rid of the flower, but it won't leave him. Clearly it's some dark joke on the part of the town. In any case, it's in this state of mind that he approaches the well when he hears bells ringing—and reflexively reaches down, to offer a helping hand. ]
You're wel—
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Sizhui! I never thought I'd see you here, of all places!
[ The poor boy seems to have had a rough time of it in the well, he's sopping wet. ]
Come, let's sit in the sun. You'll dry off in no time!
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It's nothing. [She helps him out of the well like he weighs nothing. Once his feet are on the ground though, she's taking a good look at his outfit and...] Hey, what's your name?
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It's not so much in seeing a cultivator's robes that gives him pause so much as that he recognizes the designs. That would be ... ah, those are the same as Lan Wangji! His eyes widen just slightly. A disciple from that sect, hm?
Shen Qingqiu finishes sorting out his own thoughts before he heads over to give a friendly greeting to the young disciple. He pauses as he notices that the other is holding a flower and wonders if, perhaps, he picked it while wandering around. That's surprisingly endearing!
Certainly, it couldn't be for the saem reasons as to why Shen Qingqiu has a flower in his own hand. Like the orange lily that is in his hand. ]
Hello! [ A flower that means hatred and pride means that he gives up both of these things. In short, he becomes a much more fluffy person rather than putting on the usual airs that he does. ] Could it be that you're lost? Can this one offer some assistance?
[ Did his eyes sparkle a little with warm, bright enthusiasm? They might have. ]
Fluffy Shizun!
The fluffiest!!
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A camellia. [ She finishes softly. Pyra straightens, lifting a hand to correct a strand behind her ear as she does so. ] I have one, too. Every month, sometimes twice a month, this place presents us with some sort of novel... incident or enchantment. I suppose this one involves flowers.
[ She smiles at him gently, although it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. ] It’s pretty, you should wear it in your hair.
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i: Just Getting Out of the Well (the only five year old option)
[When you climb out of the well, you'll find a small, five year old child standing there, looking far too serious for his age. There's a frown on his face as he reaches out a touches a hand to your sleeve.
Suddenly, starting from where his hand is touching, a warmth slowly spreads outwards until it covers all of your clothes. Maybe it's uncomfortable for a moment but he'll only stop when the clothes steam and dry. It won't be too hot. but then, it's summer, any additional warmth may be too much.
Either way, whether you knock his hand off or let him continue he'll just scoff.]
...I couldn't stand the way you looked.
ii: Erica - Solitude
[Naturally, he'd taken the medicine that would allow him to return to his adult body as soon as he found a place to hide and do so. In a mysterious place with unknown threats was the last place he wanted to stay in a five year old body for all that his cultivation remained the same.
It was at that time that a sprig of pink flowers caught his eye. Someone had picked it off whatever plant it came from and just...left it on the ground. What a waste.
He picked it up with every intent to put it into some water when he got the chance but uh. Picking it up made his chest ache with a longing for...company.
Which is why you have an elegant looking cultivator dressed in white following you. He's not close enough to touch but definitely close enough for it to be noticeable that he's following you.
When noticed, he frowns.]
I'm not following you. I just happen to be going this way! [Unnecessary and unprompted explanation? Check. A faint hint of blush on his cheeks? Also check.]
iii: Cattelya Orchid + Orange Lily = Mature Charm + Hatred
[Since the one flower's effect were...innocuous and fairly benign, he figured, if someone were willing and they were the sort to enjoy the company of others maybe he could give it to them. Provided they weren't too young or looked like they could handle themselves if they were to approach someone untowards. (Even then he'd...probably put a protective spell on them. It was the least he could do.)
Still, it wasn't until he'd gathered two more flowers that he realized...all the flowers did something different.
He hadn't noticed with the orchid, but he immediately noticed when he picked up the rose. Or rather, he noticed because when he straightened from picking it off the ground and spotted some stranger, he felt his heart race.
And he knew this feeling, had felt it before and he knew it was fabricated because he wasn't...he wasn't a love at first sight sort of person!]
W-what are you staring at?
[That's when he realized something else was wrong because he'd meant to sound angry and sharp as always. But instead he sounded...soft. And embarrassed. Almost, dare he even think it, coy.
And since when was he the sort of person who stuttered!?
But somehow, when the words came out of his mouth they sounded different from how he wanted them to come out and different from how he speaks.]
Closed to Sierra
He was at least not dripping water on the floor at the moment.]
Is anyone in here?
[Coming here, like this, in a body that was only five seemed like a better idea than coming in as his actual self. After all, people seemed to respond better to him in this form and he didn't want to intimidate anyone who was already living here on their first meeting.
And if there wasn't anyone else here, well...then it wouldn't matter either way.]
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So when he catches a flash of white cultivator's robes, he feels suddenly relieved, as he has an idea of who this might be. He puts his hands behind his back and whirls about, his face beaming with happiness. ]
Lan Zh—
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So he sees - in all the ways he can - what the small child does, and blinks slightly. That is... very high cultivation for someone so young. Not that Chroma tends to bring in people as young - the only child in very comparable age he has seen has been the too-young Shen shifu... and he did not have his cultivation. Curious.
Once the person helped is on their way, he steps closer, though not close enough to loom. ]
That was kind.
[ ... and, because his (first) flower was Amaryllis, the next words come more easily than they usually would. Not that they are any better. ]
Are you hungry?
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Lily friends!
He had originally wanted to make a bouquet but ended up doing what he's doing instead. If he had his actual senses, he would be annoyed about it, but as it is, he thinks that this is fine. The two flowers add something to him -- or so he thinks!
One that respresents hatred and pride; the other that represents dignity and elegance. It makes him a lot more flippant and fluffy person. In short, he is incapable of putting on the usual airs that he puts on around people. ]
Could it be that my resting expression gave you offense? My apologies. [ He means that in a sincere way but his tone comes off a little too easy-going. Shen Qingqiu notices what the other person is wearing and his eyes widen in recognition -- at least that the other is wearing cultivation robes. ]
Ah.
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IIa. OTA
IIb. OTA
III. Lupin/Akechi
IV. Wildcard!!!
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Get down from there before you break your neck!
[Calls a voice from the street below!]
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iii... at LONG LAST
Shh... it hasn't been that long
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III
luo binghe | scum villain's self-saving system
[ On any normal day, Luo Binghe would have had no issues getting up and out of the well he's suddenly found himself in. It would have taken no time for him to get out of there, flicking his hair as he gets to his feet and looking every inch the perfect protagonist of any story. But it's not any other day and Binghe's half-human half-demon skills can't save him from this curse, not even plot armour can protect him.
Waking up in the well is frantic in itself, a big huge problem considering mere moments ago he'd been in the demon world's mausoleum, fighting for his beloved teacher. Coming around in the bottom of a well was unexpected in every way and as Luo Binghe begins to make his way up and out of the well he's already setting his mind to beat the one responsible until he's sent back. It's just that the flower, a string of green known as Bells of Ireland, tucked behind his ear is intent on bringing all the bad luck in the world on him.
It begins when a simple excursion turns into an absolute event, Binghe falling and hitting the walls on the way back down. Each simple step becomes fraught with tension when even the slightest movement has the potential to react as if walking on ice and what should only take moments ends up taking a good thirty minutes and when Luo Binghe reaches the rim of the well he huffs, absolutely ruffled as he finally steps down and promptly lands on his face.
Any ounce of dignity is now gone and Binghe knows it, pulling himself up to his feet and giving the well a sour glare.]
Is that it? Tsk.
[ It's almost as if the whole thing hadn't just been one hell of an ordeal of the likes rarely seen and as Binghe turns to take a step away from the well he hits a pothole, wrenching his ankle with a muttered curse.]
A nightmare maybe??
( arrival - tansy [declaration of friendship].)
[ Luo Binghe is already wandering around the town center, peering unashamedly at buildings here and there. He needs to know what's going on and where he is; that way he can find a way out and save his Shizun! The timing on the whole thing was so bad that even Binghe can barely tolerate it, yet it doesn't stop the bright smile on his face when he spots a nearby person, hand clutching the tansy that had been left to him by someone.
Should he also be holding the bells of Ireland in the other hand? Well, beware, when Binghe approaches a nearby old wall crumbles, the bricks barely missing the half-demon and the other person by scant inches alone.]
This curse, how persistent....
( text post )
[ It's taken a while to figure out how to do this and if anyone could see Binghe right now they would be able to see how proud he is that he's worked it out.]
Where is
Shen Qingqiu of the Xiu Ya sword from the Cang Qiong Mountain sect’s Qing Jing Peak?
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[ ooc: anything goes, feel free!]
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[ Crowe's up on a rooftop, in the shade of a (normal) tree to keep her from the summer sun. She's not exactly next to the well, but she's keeping an eye on things close enough. ]
You seem a little... worse for the wear.
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sorry this is super late!
np!!
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[Pray, hope, and don't worry—unless one is standing by the well when a blade comes hurtling out of it; in which case, do worry. Whether the blade strikes the ground or the foot of an unfortunate veteran hoping to help a newcomer, Somnus appears in a flash of blue sparks, connected to the weapon by his grip on its hilt.
A flattened white anemone rests in his other palm. Unsheathing the blade from where it has seated itself, he addresses the nearest passerby:]
Hail, stranger.
B. Your god is in another church
[The letter bids him to head for Bluo, and he intends to go there. Once he makes it to the house, he's out and about within the hour. The church, with its dichotomy of repairs against the parts of it in disrepair, draws his footsteps.
There he sits on the frontmost pew, where he looks down at his upturned hand. The same flower from before is even more crumpled now, unsightly for something of its nature. A thought nags at him and he wonders how the idea came to him in the first place: pass the flower on to wash his hands of its insipid aroma. What does that mean for the one receiving it?]
Pretty words truly are precious.
[Even alone, the insincerity shreds his true words. Or perhaps he's not alone.]
Bluo. Closed to Lan SiZhui.
[By the time Lan SiZhui swings around, Somnus has come and gone, then come back again to settle in the living area. When his gaze falls on the youth, he pauses first.
He needs to watch himself.]
You must have received the selfsame letter.
B
It's odd to see anyone here in the church, for most had left it alone ever since it had revealed a part of its secrets when the key appeared. Yet this place has still remained important to her, and she is still one of the few who continues to work on it as a side project.
Had this man been talking to himself? Musing to himself...?
It may just be her imagination, but he seems... lonely in a way. ]
Especially when spoken by a poet. [ She answers softly, walking around to the front of the pew. Tucked within her glove is white camellia, pristine as the day she had discovered it was there, but carried by that same hand is a small makeshift tool box. She sets it down upon the pulpit ] Playwrights have a way of making speech sound even more [ She waves her hand with the camellia attached to it. ] flowery.
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b - SORRY THIS IS LATE! i thought i'd hit this ljhskajhgn
hello, handsome _へ__(‾◡◝ )>
oh my. sorry work has been a pain, dust is finally settling though. also hurray for broken italics
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( just beside the introductory well sits ignis scientia, atop a nearby bench, his shoes currently flipped upside down as he shakes the excess water from them. he can't say he's unused to traveling under worse conditions, but that makes no excuse not to try and get as comfortable as he can, with what he's been given. he deals well under stress, of course, and if it weren't for the wet bottoms of his jeans, he could probably be overlooked as a new arrival altogether, due to the strange air of confidence surrounding him.
it's not due to any flower, either. it's just kinda how he is, functioning as full capacity in crisis mode. )
spider-lily — a perfect memory.
( he can recognize a certain offness within himself soon enough, wherein every step he takes is somehow a harbinger of long since forgotten memories. not that they're bad, of course. most of them are quite a lot of nothing. they're just — uncountable, ceaseless. he blinks his eyes and remembers every stumble he's ever had in castle corridors hoping no one saw, every time he's ever gotten in trouble, every time a plan has fallen through.
there's a lot of good ones, too. it's just that you have to weed through to get to them, and at then end, you wonder if it was worth all the effort to begin with.
anyway, he has a pounding headache by the short walk of a block, losing that confidence he had earlier on and instead holding himself like someone deeply troubled, needing help. he's leaning against a wall, hands braced on his knees, glasses off his nose and dangling between gloved fingers.
pls help. )
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Familiar faces, on the other hand, weren't generally expected. He didn't know Ignis as well as he had known Prompto, as well as he was getting to know Noctis now, but he was fairly unmistakable even at a relative distance.
However Rin had known Ignis, or the previous Ignis had left even before approaching. Some did return with memories intact, but it seemed the vast majority did not, and the poor guy already looked like he was about ready to collapse. That wasn't something Rin was willing to add on to whatever was weighing him down so heavily.
The urge to call out his name was swallowed, replaced instead with a gentle touch on the man's shoulder once he was close enough to.]
Hey. I got a place you can rest not far from here. Think you can make it?
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[ Originally, Shizun had awoken with the orange lily in his hand. His IQ started to immediately go down the toilet as he felt an overwhelming sense of affection for everything. Ah, shit!
Upon realizing his situation, he knew that giving this flower to someone else would solve his situation. Since the only issue he found was that his IQ took a nosedive and filled to the brim with PINK feelings, he didn't see a problem with making a bouquet for someone -- it probably would help mellow someone out who is having a rough time!
So he tells himself.
But he ends up grabbing the wrong flower, a magnolia that means thoughtfulness. His IQ already had taken a heavy beating that another flower didn't help matters but only worsened them!! Considerably!! While he still had his senses, he just grabbed another flower in order to try to make a bouquet as quickly as possible to save his braincells!!
He ends up grabbing the purple aster and forgot what it what he was attempting to do. The three flowers instead of in any sort of arrangement ends up in his hair instead. His smiles come easily; he swings his arms around in a lackadaisical, carefree fashion, and filled with so many pink thoughts that shoujou bubbles might as well be his permanent background!!
Somewhere in his heart, deep deep in his heart, the real Shen Qingqiu is screaming and pulling out his hair and dying of embarrassment over what an embarrassment he has become! Someone!! Anyone!! Knock the flowers out of his head and get them away from him!! Please!!! His face won't be able to tolerate anything!!!
It's what he would like to say but sadly, he has so much cotton between his ears that he can't hear any sort of sense. Rather than being foul-mouthed and vulgar in lacking his dignity and elegance, he's pink, pink, PINK!! He ... he's no less than a love interest in a B-rated (no D-rated) shoujou manga!! ]
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She waves at him enthusiastically, a full arm-over-head deal. He's still kind of far away, but she needs him!! to notice her!! ]
Sheeen Qiiiingqiiuuu!
[ Even her voice seems to be at a higher octave than usual... but maybe this is actually her natural voice range, having the body of a teenager and all. Anyway, she trots over to him. ]
Did something good happen to you today? You look radiant!
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Something ...'essential' to me has been smothered...
Tonbokiri had this thought in mind upon awakening with edelweiss flowers upon his chest, and when he moved them he gained some insight into the situation thanks to the town's strange magical ways.
So. This is how it is today. But I shall not pass along this curse.
Now, Tonbokiri can be found in the field beyond his house in Flavo, tending the spring plantings. However the going is slow for several reasons. His strength completely weakened, he sweats over every stroke of the hoe. His courage evaporating, he keeps casting furtive glances at the forest. And the field had become overrun with verbena (and further patches of edelweiss) overnight, which with every touch makes Tonbokiri want to stay in solitude more and more.
"The forest is definitely looking at me..." he mutters during another sidelong look at the encroaching trees, wiping sweat from his brow. "Perhaps I should stay inside today. Alone in my room. That doesn't sound bad, actually."
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"I should have stayed inside!" Tonbokiri says through clenched teeth.
Crouched behind a low stone wall, spear clutched in his hands defensively, Tonbokiri is held in checkmate by an animal that has wandered into his field. From behind it looks like a cute rabbit, but the head is that of a chicken with large and frightful teeth. Horrific! And it is grazing at the turnip tops.
He can hardly even admit to himself- he is afraid of the thing. A very small and distant part of him knows how ridiculous this is, that his loss of courage has brought him to this, but still. He cannot move.
[I prefer "prose", but will follow style.]
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Alas, her pink carnation keeps making her forget things. A lot of things.
"Ah, excuse me... you, ah... you know..."
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[ the flower had been so nice. it was a full, lovely white lily. dextera was not very familiar with the language of flowers, but he understood this one, if only because it resembled the wings of an angel or something similar. it didn’t glow like his hope equipment, but it was something that he treasured.
the longer he held onto it, however, the more dire the effects became.
by the time he actually realizes something is wrong, really wrong, it’s too late—anyone who sees him will be able to notice that he has a horrible, gaping hole on one side of his body. his arm is apparently attached to nothing at all, and the void on his side is a deep, perfect black. if he’s suffering any physical pain, he doesn’t indicate it, but there’s nevertheless something deeply unsettling about the sight. ]
My…
[ in the days leading up to all that, however, dextera is just struggling to keep his mouth shut. he’s always had something of a libido, despite his best efforts to keep it down or only show that side of himself to people who would appreciate it, but the lily has definitely taken away any sense of purity or chastity.
like a devil has possessed him, he can’t seem to stop himself from shouting out some ribald comment whenever someone even remotely attractive passes by. ]
Heh heh… are you an archaeologist? Because I’ve got a bone for you to examine.
[ he claps his hands over his mouth, and speaks through his fingers. ]
I’m sorry!
( these two prompts really run the spectrum but if you have anything else in mind feel free to surprise me! )
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Instead, she'll simply say: ]
Say that again, I dare you.
[ Nevermind he said "I'm sorry." ]
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i I don't have a good icon for this so u can have this one
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ii. we can also do something else if you're tired of horny pick-up lines
i’ll never be tired
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kuron | voltron: legendary defender
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Now returning to the town from the outskirts at a leisurely walk, the sun is higher and he strolls back toward the site to see if anything has been used.
He stops dead when he hears his own voice asking questions from someone, staring at a ghost across the square. Ghost, because that used to be him. His throat constricts on a startled noise as all the blood in his veins turns ice-cold, unable to do anything but freeze on the spot in his sweaty jogging outfit. He hasn't felt this kind of fear in long enough to make it seem horribly nostalgic.
Seeing Sendak would be less frightening. ]
they're gonna have to talk about the name thing eventually
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[In honesty, the lavender Thancred picks up is something of a nice reminder of home- a fine example of Althyk lavender if he's ever seen one. But naturally, then there's the sense that something is happening…
Ah, well.
He's perhaps a little more lively than usual- reaching out to try to help. Althyk lavender's often presented at funerals, so perhaps it's not the best idea- but he's talking all the same.]
If I might be of some measure of assistance-?
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[It's a question that strikes him, and so-]
What do you think might happen if we put all of these flowers together?