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WHO: dimitri and friends
WHERE: wheremstever
WHEN: all of october
WHAT: event starters and whatever else! feel free to ask me for one over at my plotting comment, or just wildcard me whatever, i love wildcards
WARNINGS: will update as necessary

October Event outside catch-all

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[ felix had warned him, in a very reluctant and vague way, that dimitri was different here. however sylvain's had a bit too much whiskey and other festival delicacies (n u t s), so when he manages to find the person in question he can't quite tell the difference? (he's seeing dimitri with an eyepatch, i would say i'm sorry but i'm not.)

sylvain takes no time at all greeting him with a friendly arm slung around his shoulder, and a broad grin plastered to his face. his breath probably reeks a little of booze, though he's done his best not to overindulge; a little caution goes a long way in this place.

still, not nearly careful enough if he's partially hallucinating in public. were he sober he'd be deeply saddened by dimtri's presence, but it's a party, and he's had a few weeks to compartmentalize the worst of his grief. we love bottling up emotions! a surefire way to solve problems and not make them worse down the road! ]

Finally found ya. Enjoying yourself, Your Majesty?

[ (the honorific, while no longer applicable, is pretty much a term of endearment by now.) also, dimitri probably can't taste anything, but hopefully he can at least soak in some of the festive vibes? ]

[ Like the pied piper, Puck's mysterious song acts as a lure, drawing people into the clearing where he's situated atop a log. It makes sense that multiple people would arrive here at the same time, hunting the same trickster.

He's not exactly thrilled at the person who emerges from the trees at exactly the same time as him, though. ]

—You.

[ Despite sounding displeased, he reaches out and holds his hand. ]

Edited 2022-10-10 04:46 (UTC)

[ The deep woods are nostalgic in an odd way; the ghostly silent encampment he's stumbled across is pitched with decaying tents, their spines standing out as the canvas walls rot and grow moss. If he squints, it reminds him of another time in his life. The bodies here are more fetid than his memories, less charred, but just as lifeless.

Maybe that's why he feels obliged to haul up a corpse in his arms, the stink and rot of its caving flesh sticking wetly to his clothes. It takes time to gather the bodies in a place where the earth is loamy and soft enough to dig, but soon enough he has a good collection of them.

It's easy to fall into the task like a routine, even when another leaf slices past his face, blood slipping down from his brow. That is, until he hears someone else nearby. ]

...You ought not to linger, stranger.

[ There's a roughness to his voice, on-edge with this place's tricks, but it's a genuine suggestion. It's not a safe place to rest, or a pleasant one. ]

[ Rosa has proven to be nice company in the past, enough that he naturally hovers near her, like someone hanging out at a party and gravitating towards their friends in lieu of being surrounded by strangers. It's the natural life of a wallflower.

But rather than clinging to the sides of the room, he's hanging out with her at the absolutely massive spread of food. Amused, ]

It looks like you finally have an opportunity to enjoy your 'snacks.'

[ Beats eating squirrels? Or whatever she's been subsisting on. ]

[ Cat and mouse is a game for children; to him, this maze reads as an exercise in hunting, stalking. Nothing about it sounds "fun," but people are energetic enough about it that he makes the mistake of being adventurous.

And so here he is, chasing after the nearest moving blur. While he's capable enough at hunting, he's used to doing so with hounds, letting them toss up a ruckus with their howls and bluster, flushing out prey that he can pin with an arrow or blade.

In this case, he has to be both hound and hunter. Stalks of corn plod to the ground as he swipes widely through them, intent on chasing anyone using them for shelter out into the open. He thinks he saw them (her?) run around here, anyway... ]

[nu i said i'd do it and i will deliver

okay ig wherever dimitri is sooyoung is now behind him giving him a backhug. i was gonna link a kdrama gif but it's more like a toddler hugging an adult bc their height difference is so stupid.]

This isn't my fault.

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FINALLY TAGS MITRI.. A MONTH LATER...

yjh ; oakwoods

naruto ; oakwoods

rosa ; feast

eivor ; maze

sooyoung ; feast