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nightfell mods ([personal profile] oblivium) wrote in [community profile] logs2022-10-06 01:15 pm

MOD EVENT #001

A CHAOTIC RESPITE


It isn't rare for the seasons in the Netherworld to be a little erratic, though many days have passed now without much of a hint of its typical mercuriality, a good and a bad omen all at once. This respite is commonly referred to as the proverbial "calm before the storm", but it also marks the beginning of merrier celebrations. The Moons above are gilded silver, the twilight sky edged with faint pink and orange -- a sunrise phantasm, spilling over the horizon. It's an infrequent spectacle, accompanied by a dulcet breeze and light drizzles that seem to encourage growth nearly everywhere. Unfortunately, under its influence, people seem a little on edge, quick to anger, but no matter; around Stygia, Restless have begun hanging decorations and ornaments on trees and windowsills, left to catch the moonlight and give off marigold and ginger glows, warmly lighting up the city. Rather than fish, the smell of freshly ground spices permeates the air in the Harbors, Mirth keeps its doors opened to all, but just before the festivities officially begin, a cacophony of chimes resounds all over, a transmission difficult to ignore.

On the screen of your cellphone, nothing; only a voice, ragged, out of breath...

“The woods... Oakwoods! They've come alive! O-One minute he was complaining about the water seeping into his boots, and the next he was... he was being yanked up into the trees! We didn’t see what happened to him, but we heard... the screams, ohh, the screams. Please! Come to Serene, I beg you. This is our safest sanctuary, and the lan... oh, no... wait, no, please... please... NOOO--”


...and the feed abruptly ends, a dull chirr of static. Will you ignore the stranger's call for help and feast, or venture into the woods?

► I. KNOCK ON WOOD (OH PUCK, HE'S HOT!)
When you cross the gates of Serene, an old woman welcomes you, palm flat against her chest and disquiet in her eyes. Myrtille, her name. Oakwoods loom dense and dark in the distance behind her, groaning low as leaves rustle without wind. The Mourning Lantern was stolen, and malevolence rose in turn, dooming them all.

“It was once kept here, a sacred Artifact crafted from the bones of Serene's first founder, who gave her heart’s blood willingly to the woods in an act of contrition. It's the absence of the lantern that is contributing to the wood’s unusually active malice, and if you lot cannot retrieve it, then we must sacrifice another. Go! Take these torches and go, before Oakwoods swallow us whole.”


So you've decided to be brave. Commendable, or foolish? The wood is dark and shrouded in mist, and the trees crowd around you, an absent wind somehow whispering foul nothings in your ear as dead leaves rustle around your feet. Your Shadow basks in the murmurs, sensing the malign presence in Oakwoods as a faint, garbled scream echoes in the distance. You wander deeper and the canopy thickens, thin streaks of moonlight peppering the woods in deep patches of darkness. Behind you, a creature you can't see hisses, and a fluttering of wings nearby alerts you to the arrival of snickering harpies lurking on branches. “Dead,” they croak, in a sing-song chorus. “Dead as daylight.” Oddly enough, they seem content to just watch and stalk you, perhaps expecting you to die quickly, an easy and effortless meal.

It's a frustrating errand if you've ever known one. You barely know what you're looking for, and your Shadow thrives in the dark, taunting, coaxing. You hear it then; a haunting melody, the silhouette of a boy on a fallen tree trunk, strumming. “Come,” he says, with a voice that shimmers like the sun on moving water. If you remember what that's like. “Rest a while. Forget your troubles.” For anyone familiar, you'll recognize him as a Puck, famous prankster, and from his hand dangles a lantern.

► If you attempt to take the lantern from him, he'll immediately drop it to the ground, causing it to break. You may choose to kill him and offer his blood to the woods, or let him go and bleed in his stead. Myrtille should be able to repair what's left of the lantern once the offering's been made.
► If you politely ask to return it, he promises that he will... if you indulge him for the night.

No matter what you choose, you will come across camps, either on your way in or on your way back: pitched tents, most moth-eaten, and some containing vestiges of prior expeditions such as putrid corpses or rotten food. You've been wandering for a while, and sleep sounds terribly inviting. Unfortunately, a wind finally picks up, and leaves begin to blow around you. A nick, then a cut, then a slash reveal the leaves to have razor sharp edges. Sleep well yet? If you've spared the Puck, he'll encourage you to sit with him around a campfire, where he'll sing and tell stories. Or are they. Perhaps you've heard of Bloody Mary before. Slenderman? The Devil that'll make you dance until you die? While the lantern remains in stranger hands, the thread between reality and fiction narrows; protagonists from the Puck's legends come to life, and the only way to rid of them is by quenching the flames of the fire.

Your journey unfortunately doesn't end there. The Puck has a riddle for you:
I am a word that is hardly there. Remove my start, and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?


If you fail to answer correctly, he'll vanish before you, and you can bid the lantern goodbye. You'll be forced to gather the bones from the corpses scattered across the woods, and feed it your blood -- or a friend's -- before you escape and return to the woman. The offering will leave you drained and exhausted, weak on your legs. If, on the other hand, you do answer correctly, the lantern is yours, and you'll be teleported out of the woods with a boon in your pocket: a piece of parchment invites you to visit your home in the Shadowlands. There, you'll find an object (or a pet) that belonged to you in your world.

the answer to the riddle is sparsely! it's up to you whether you'd like your character to fail.
legends told around the campfire can be any of the ones mentioned above or any other that might strike your fancy! go wild, have fun!
remember that if you pick an item from your character's world as their boon, it'll eventually disintegrate unless reforged with a soul.
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► II. GO BIG OR GOURD HOME
Welcome to the Frightful Harvest, a festival that marks the beginning of the Respite, a temporary period of tranquility between seasons. It acknowledges the blessings offered and the role that both good and evil play in the Netherworld. It is a time to give thanks, but more importantly, it is a time of reflection and warding. Warding against not only the darkness of the next seasons to come, but of the nefarious creatures and struggles that will undoubtedly follow.

Carved pumpkins and straw bales are placed everywhere around the city, and streamers and banners are hung from every home and storefront. Decadent cakes, candies, and pastries are made in over-abundance in order to accommodate everyone, and from the lush gardens of Radiance, an elderly, dark-robed man addresses the Netherwork. You'll learn by eavesdropping on nearby Restless that his name is Doran, the oldest among you and loved by all. His smile stretches kind, and while not an official member of the Hierarchy, it's clear he has certain privileges -- well-deserved, or so you hear.

“Let us gather, feast, dance and celebrate. Let us hold our glasses high for those who heroically perished, for goodness, and for the Ascended. May their journey inspire us to change our lives and the lives of others, to resist evil, and to triumph. To you, dear friends!”


And without further ado, let the festivities begin!

► BARDIC BLITZ
The bardic blitz is a friendly competition that pits talented musicians against one another in an attempt to win over the affection of the crowd through festive melodies or personal compositions. Although it can be hosted just about anywhere, the bardic blitz is normally held in a large canvas tent directly in the heart of Mirth, though smaller crowds also gather in Serene and the Harbors around bonfires.

► FEAST
Although all cultures around Stygia bring their own tastes and specific flair to the celebrations, there are a few staple trade goods that you can find at nearly any celebration of the holiday throughout the city. Many producing the various cakes, beverages, and cookies also use the time to test and perfect their recipes, teaching others or using them as guinea pigs.
Firstdawn Tea: This revitalizing crimson tea soothes the mind and body and is brewed from the roots of the dawn flower, which only sprouts during the Respite.
Grablenuts: These fist-sized brown nuts have a hard, stippled outer shell and soft, delicious spicy centers. A single bite will slightly lower your inhibitions, and you may find yourself seeking proximity and warmth.
Elysium: A nonalcoholic beverage that smells and looks as bad as it tastes. Only those with the strongest will manage to gulp it down. Once drunk, the person experiences true bliss, which seems to last for hours; in reality, it's only a few minutes.
Will-o-the-Whiskey: Whisky with minor hallucinatory effects, visual and auditory.
Sundrop: A pound cake coated in a sugary lemon drizzle. No side-effects, just delicious!
Shadowfell Candy: Chewing on this candy will grant the character a deep and rejuvenating sleep, during which they will appear dead to anyone.
. ► HARVEST HUNT
The harvest hunt happens in a corn maze located in Mirth's amusement park, specifically created for the occasion. Because of the labyrinthian horrors dwelling in the Tempest, some find the terror-free replica a little inappropriate, yet participants still abound every time. A favorite seasonal game of the exuberant and athletic, characters take on the role of either hunter or prey, racing through the maze to either corner their quarry or escape the hands of their pursuer. As long as Shadows behave, it's a relatively safe activity. Friendly spars sometimes occur, picnics, and star-gazing.

► THE PARADE
The parade is the activity most looked forward to by younger Restless. Citizens clad in colorful costumes walk the streets to the rhythm of festive music, and according to tradition, it helps ward away any lingering evil that might try to hide in the community. For reasons unknown, incidents where Restless unwillingly swap bodies sometimes occur.

► III. WAYWARD SUN
The Warding Ritual is a private affair, a behind-the-scene execution on the last day of the festival as you dance and feast and frolic, blissfully unaware. Something goes awry. First, a shriek in the distance, and soon, birds flying away in apparent surprise as the landscape rustles with the sounds of creatures and Restless alike fleeing. A vague sense of dread knocks the air out of your lungs, an iron grip around your throat. And you see it then, a headless figure shrouded in a black veil of cloth, sword in one hand and a bright flaming pumpkin in the other. Its head. It thunders through the night on its skeletal horse, its blade flashing in the moonlight in search of prey. Heads fall. You might get injured during the chase -- collateral damage. 10 members of the Hierarchy won't ever rise again, and the rider eventually charges into the Tempest, leaving behind bloody puddles and a slather of confusion. If you opt to help clean up the mess, you might come across stained sheets of paper on the ground, a painting of a white scorpion in the middle. Otherwise, it's time for you to go home.


ooc note

► Welcome to Nightfell's first event! If you'd like additional, more casual prompts, the Notice Board is right here! New prompts will be added next month, if you've already had your fun with them!
You'll find some answered questions here, but if you'd like to ask something else, please comment below!
For a little spooky ambience in the woods.

seaboard: (⌜𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-10-12 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
She nods in thanks, as she gasps her breathes in, much as she can. The kindness of strangers where others simply stare in shock and horror, no doubt. Why here? Why did she forget herself, for a minute, just a moment, she is not allowed such things.

Lifting the drink to her lips, she gulps down mouthfuls hurriedly. Desperately trying to get it back into her system, as much as she can. Until she is down to the last few mouthfuls, and straightens up, and tips her head back, and tips the water down her neck, over that wound, the sea-star, and it seems, somehow, to soothe it. Calm the pain of it, that caused her to choke.

The starfish stops moving quite so much and begins to go back to its usual spot, wrapping around her neck once more like a bandage. Arms settling to grip her and hold her throat closed. Sealing the wound to a thinner closed, and little by little, the sea-water ceases to seep from it.
seaboard: (⌜𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-10-12 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
It does nothing to deter her, as she tilts her head, her hair pulled full over her shoulder in a long tumble shifting with it, a shimmer, where there is a water-like fluidness to it all. Like almost, almost, she ripples like water. Yet still mostly human, the prickle of sweat that makes her curls stick at her temples, the splash of water where she cooled herself off earlier that it trickles, runs a path from her jaw, down her neck to her clavicle that plots on pale skin that is usually as hidden as his.

"When the mood is to be so, there are no strangers like this. Come now, are you afraid I shall call you lover next?" It's teasing and perhaps she wouldn't not dare it, if she were not so deep into dancing and drink. The one time she was allowed freedom from the heavy restraints of position and title. Her lips pull to a soft, sunny smile with it, eyes that hazy warmth that only utter contentment could give.
seaboard: (⌜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐⌟)

[personal profile] seaboard 2022-10-12 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dreamily she smiles at him, lost in the pleasant haze. Briefly she does touch him, cupping his cheek more boldly to just enjoy the rapture of touching something warm and beautiful that she had been denied the right too so often in life.

A beckon with it, for him to join her in the hay. But only at his own discretion for her own fall back under the heaviness of themselves, above her head somewhere to press against the hay and feel the scratch and smooth of it against her fingertips.
]

I have not felt beyond pain in so long. How wonderful it is.

[ Of heart, of body, both ache, and for a moment as this drags her under - it is wondrous. It is so far away, drowned out like only the depths below could numb her otherwise. Her back arches in a stretch of tired muscles from dancing, pushing herself up a little, chin up, hidden of course by her veil and covering garments, but comfortable as she was. ]
cruelyethuman: (Uh huh)

Gourd to meet you

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-10-12 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
[It did not take much dragging to get him to follow her. A lingering, left-over sense of protection, perhaps. Or some dormant suggestion that she wasn't to be left alone, least of all in a place such as this.

They might be dead, but his heart still beats in his chest and there's still a surge of power running through him when they touch - the amplifier not as muted as his Small Science.

So he follows her, sitting close as the party starts up around them and the merriment that shouldn't exist in this place of dead things, winds up. A cup of his own in hand, Grablenuts, the barkeep told him, as if that means anything to him.

Careful sip after careful sip, soaking up the heat along his side from where Alina is seated next to him.]


Bold words- [the Darkling snorts a laugh, inclining his head at the place around them] all things considered.
cruelyethuman: (Oh)

HUNT!

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-10-12 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The sign makes it more appealing than drinking, trying to numb his mind to the realities of what is going on. The drinks already consumed working their way through his system and the uncomfortable, unfamiliar sensation of wanting warmth, companionship, heat fading already as he stalks the narrow pathways of the maze.

He twists his hands together every few minutes, calling to the shadows already descending on it and it doesn't heed his call. Staying infuriatingly just out of reach, but he's still ready.

Stepping around a corner, he spots a flash of pale hair.]
invinciblemikey: (15)

[personal profile] invinciblemikey 2022-10-12 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
("if you don't want it"-- excuse him, he's even pulling the plate closer to him, the squint being even more pronounced at the mere thought of having less sugar. absurd, absurd, but the amount eaten does make him yawn. it's a terrible habit, eat and nap, nap and eat.

he's always been like this.)


Sit down.
dodgeouttahell: (6)

[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-10-12 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Splash damage. The wording conjures the mental image of waves crashing and bursting through his own motions and thrashing things and foes alike away. He hisses, not expecting whatever concoction Hibiki had poured onto the cloth to sting despite her warning that it would. Not that it really hurts — he's been skewered and slashed all over, after all — but the shock of it all makes him react.] Oh.

[He frowns, the song wrapping itself like a warm blanket, and he takes a deep breath, his exhale a sigh.] Give me some of that. You need it here. [He points at his own cheek to exemplify.]
dodgeouttahell: (4)

[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-10-12 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
I, uh… [Strange. What to call Thanatos in the middle of all of this? He's not entirely sure, considering their last conversation was stilted, rushed, and really helped nothing about their status.] I know of an acquaintance. [Eugh. How cold.] He's told me about wars, about how many times it's not about the battles themselves but the famine and disease that follow. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

[A tilt of his head.] Did you manage, though? To be strict?
janescayre: (026)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-12 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Puck is looking rather queasy the next time he poofs in and out of existence, patting at his oozing cheek in surprise. Isn't that delicious? The shock of mortality hitting the divine. It makes her love him all the more.]

You can have the lantern once he's dead, idiot! [She's after her new paramour once more, still spouting off as she swings and cackles and Puck does his damnedest to dodge.] Can't play keep away once you're six feet under, can you cutie?

[The next teleportation takes Puck further away, makes Syo turn her back to her nagging tagalong. That's where it all goes wrong.

The warning shout gives her time enough to glance over the shoulder. Not time enough to escape. The glob hits her back.

Then the splatter sticks. Not just to her, but plasters her arms to her ribs, her hair to her spine. Syo skitters back, dumbfounded.]


What?! [She wriggles, lip curling, fury rising, even as she gives a deceptive giggle.] What's all this? Have I been squirted on by a man I just met? Oh, the shame!
Edited (Logistics ) 2022-10-12 12:19 (UTC)
terraria: art source: remnim@Twitter (● me?)

[personal profile] terraria 2022-10-12 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( strong muscle ripples underneath his hand, a complete opposite to the plush down that lets his hand sink into the wing just slightly. soft - but with strength. )

Willingly? No. I have a legacy to uphold, and spent far too long running from it even when I found out that the throne was mine by birthright. My people's wounds need to be cared for, and humans aren't going to do it, considering they were our masters.

You see, I have a reason for not leading humankind. ( he smiles ruefully. ) Bit busy leading others.

Why do you ask?
janescayre: (151)

that's more like it

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-12 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cue petulant growl and the rise of red in her cheeks.]

"Majesty?" [When did she imply that she was something so mighty?] I just — you c-can't go around acting b-buddy-buddy with people you've never met! It's common courtesy!

[Of a sort.

His suggestion sounds tempting indeed. Maybe she will walk away! And never speak to him again! What use could an idiot like him be? He's boasting all the worst qualities of a teenager: glib, sarcastic, wasteful, lazy, inept, too devoted to pop culture to form a single independent thought. Just worthless! Not even his half-decent face can save him.

Then he's pausing in the midst of dismissal. Asking if they've met. Fukawa's brows furrow.]


...No?

[Then why are the hairs on the back of her neck rising to attention?]
Edited (abusing all my common catchphrases) 2022-10-12 14:56 (UTC)
janescayre: (113)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-12 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[And she'll be taking a step forward in turn. No distance lost or gained.]

Weeeeeell, there is the teensy tiny matter of the theme of the maze. A charming local tradition, to be sure! Gets the locals real riled up, it does! A hazing initiation for newcomers, one and all! [She nods enthusiastically.] It's called the Harvest Hunt, old timer. So which one are you? The Hunter?

[Her teeth shine bright in the moonlight. Her grin might split her face in two.]

Or the hunted?

[500 yen if you guess correctly.]
coherer: constantly being led astray (pic#13731236)

[personal profile] coherer 2022-10-12 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
(jonas thinks that he could pull it off. considering that he might actually be hard of hearing, as hypothesized by his long-suffering father who would've bet his salary on it, it wouldn't be difficult to convince others—namely, noctis, who he'd rather not make eye contact with at the moment for personal reasons—of it. all he'd have to do is pretend in earnest not to hear him then walk away in a random pattern to avoid a potential "are you avoiding me?"

as he takes his first step toward that goal, however, loyal noctis asks him if he's alright.

the guilt is immediate and crushing, jonas' shoulders hiking in an effort to not wheel around and blurt "why wouldn't i be?" it has to be cool. it has to be casual. it has to be totally unaffected.
)

Condoms aren't gross, they're—they were still in their wrappers. (fuck! crossing his arms to defend himself against the bitter war being waged between his heart and ribcage, the teenager, now pink in the face, shakes his head.) Sorry, no, yeah, I'm okay I mean, I just—I ate some of the—I had a few drinks, man.

(jonas clears his throat.)

You were looking for me?
dreamlords: (ML4iS3y)

[personal profile] dreamlords 2022-10-12 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he wonders why they can't just find this garden, track him down, make him give them answers.

but he also realizes that he's an impatient sort and he doesn't even know where this garden is, how to access it.

he frowns and then his frown deepens when he watches her. he himself can feel the rising heat but he's trying not to pay attention to it. ]


You're sweating.
janescayre: (002)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-12 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a squeak as she's resettled, maneuvered into something more dignified. Nobody's manhandled her this much in her life, who on Earth would have the audacity to

to

...]


Oh, w-w-well, hahaha...n-not in any significant sense... [Was it just her? Or was this place positively teeming with beautiful men? She had never encountered so many billboard-ready faces in her life as she has in the short weeks of being dead.

Though admittedly, the ears are, uh. Surely that's someone's preference, someone like Yamada would squeal with piggish delight. And he's definitely older than her, by at least ten years. It would be improper to pursue anything, but can the heart be helped in matters of love?

There's still Sylvain, though—

WAIT NO SHE MEANS BYAKUYA-SAMA!!

God, what is happening to her right now? Are her palms getting sweaty?]


I think you arrived in the n-nick of time...
windsongs: (014 - Copy)

[personal profile] windsongs 2022-10-12 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One would think that Kainé did punch her from the look on the blonde's face. Steel blue eyes widening as the other woman lets some of that dark magic bubble up to the surface, desperately searching Kainé's face as she explains. But that's--

W̶o̵u̴l̴d̵ ̷y̴o̷u̸ ̸l̴o̸o̶k̴ ̸a̴t̴ ̵t̴h̷a̸t̶,̸ ̶t̴h̵e̴r̷e̸'̶s̸ ̴s̵o̶m̸e̷b̵o̵d̸y̷ ̸e̶l̵s̴e̷ ̸a̵s̶ ̵c̵u̵r̵s̸e̶d̶ ̸a̸s̸ ̸y̷o̵u̶ ̵a̵r̵e̵.̵

Hibiki doesn't move to close the distance, but instead brings her left hand to her chest, the right instinctively resting over the gold and black ring. Even after snapping at her like that, all she can do is smile right back, the apprehension that curls her lips practically palpable. ]


I guess... we've got something in common, then.
janescayre: (155)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-12 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Funny you should debate leaving her behind. Fukawa's own shadow is trying to convince her you plan to do just that.

At least this woman is someone she's met before. Briefly. And even with her experience with psychotic femme fatales, she would still feel safer than if she had to tag along with some enormous brute of a man.

Still, the parallels to Oogami are there, and the whispers of her shadow ring a little too true. Particularly when there seems to be a temper brewing.]


M-maybe they're the prime food source for some uglier beast. [She had such great fondness for myth, and now she's only being exposed to the dregs of it. Just her luck.] It wouldn't s-surprise me to find a chimera here, or some oni. This place is j-just a careless mishmash of shit from legends.
declass: (pic#16009217)

[personal profile] declass 2022-10-12 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
... both...

[ there's a sheepish laugh-- she had been scurrying around in the aftermath to check on people instead of resting. sometimes, a person does not actually believe in self-care. ]

It's been a busy day.
windsongs: (052)

[personal profile] windsongs 2022-10-12 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For being so observant, Hibiki fails to realize that watching him so intently might be seen as rude. There's nothing nefarious behind it, simply a fellow musician appreciating the craft--although there is a part of her that tries to work out how the instrument works. Didn't she tell someone that she would trade cello or guitar lessons to learn a few things on the guqin? She still very much wants to learn!

But when met with a piercing gaze and a few words, the small blonde blinks owlishly. Oh, right! That would be awkward to deal with during a performance, wouldn't it? Hibiki smiles at him apologetically. ]


Sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude. I've just never seen an instrument like that in person, so I was trying to figure out how it works.
damnpire: (pic#12040329)

[personal profile] damnpire 2022-10-12 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. The expression on his face slackens slightly; he admittedly looks a little surprised by the question. His eyes glance off, searching what's left behind, searching the way toward the Tempest.]

The horseman? He disappeared into the sea. [But.] It may come back.

[It won't only be him here waiting if that's the case. He turns his head toward her again.]

I'm looking for anything left behind.
windsongs: (011)

[personal profile] windsongs 2022-10-12 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Preparing to splash a bit more of the concoction onto the cloth, Hibiki pauses at his insistence. She considers telling him that she's fine, that he really doesn't need to worry about her, but she knows how well that would go. They haven't known each other for long, but he's one of a very select few that know more about her than what's on the surface.

The humming stops as she wordlessly pulls a clean cloth from her bag before handing it to him. She moistens the cloth she still has before offering the bottle out to him. ]


...You shouldn't need a lot, it just needs to be damp.
fessus: (Yoshi's Story)

claps excitedly

[personal profile] fessus 2022-10-12 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Slowly, slowly, Noctis turns his head to look at his new conversation partner. The one who has far too generously chosen to play devil's advocate for a music act that's only slightly less tortured than their captive audience. His expression says it all, lips pressed into a tight line and blue eyes half-lidded while his brows quirk in clear disbelief. ]

Must we? Really... [ Come on, man...

Still, the food offering can't make things worse, can it? He's reaching out to accept it with a short nod of acknowledgement, soft sigh audible when he attempts to distract himself with a quick bite.
]

Honestly I thought I was being pretty generous. "Practice more." I know I would if I was gonna' end up playing for this many people.
fessus: (Wipeout)

[personal profile] fessus 2022-10-12 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steven you put those nuts DOWN.

Here Noctis takes a deep breath, however, a hand gracing his hip with a certain self-soothing level of apathy. This is the worst festival he has ever been to.
]

Because at least one thing here is drugged, and I ate some of those earlier so they're not off the list of candidates. I don't even wanna' get into it... but I'm looking out for you here.

If you're smart you'll listen.
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[personal profile] declass 2022-10-12 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Yours!

[ rosa idly thinks that this girl potentially needs therapy, but that it would probably be a bad idea to voice the thought given that they are currently in a chase sequence. there really isn't much she can use against her, so the best bet would be to try to exit the maze as quickly as possible. ]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2022-10-12 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He perceptively picks Silco out of the crowd, recognizing that sharp, on-edge silhouette — the scars, the dissimilar eyes, the tense posture. In the aftermath of violence on the street, Sasuke has been left with nothing; he wasn't able to catch or stop the assailant before they took off into the storm over the ocean, too far and too dangerous to reach with his unreliable abilities.

So he is back here for much the same purpose: looking for information.]


What did you find?

[The question announces his approach, given the silence of his footsteps and preternatural tendency to shield his presence. Sasuke's shirt is mottled with blood; there is no telling at a glance if it belongs to him, but he doesn't appear to be in pain.]