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logs2022-11-06 03:48 pm
immortalrose) wrote in logs2022-11-06 03:48 pm
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Hacking Up Posies (CATCH-ALL/OPEN)
WHO: Augustine & You! (open prompts below)
WHERE: Throughout most of Stygia (the Harbors, Serene, the Gallows & the Hinterlands)
WHEN: November catch-all & event prompts
WHAT: Just the random goings of a flower-loving dhampir who may or not be suffering from the dreaded hanahaki virus.
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of violence, blood, and self-harm in the form of blood sorcery magic.
WHERE: Throughout most of Stygia (the Harbors, Serene, the Gallows & the Hinterlands)
WHEN: November catch-all & event prompts
WHAT: Just the random goings of a flower-loving dhampir who may or not be suffering from the dreaded hanahaki virus.
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of violence, blood, and self-harm in the form of blood sorcery magic.
- [ I'll be adding more prompts throughout the week featuring the event stuff in question. If you would like to plot with me, feel free to drop me a DM or hit me up on
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No no, I picked those separately.
[ He is deliberately avoiding having to share the nasty throat petals, he has manners. Imagine if he didn't. Hilarious.
But he looks relieved that Augustine seems willing to help, in whatever capacity he can. Dimitri thinks back to the coughing fit he overheard when he arrived, and the little flash of frustration Augustine shares at the mention of this epidemic. Maybe he's not alone in suffering this, here.
He crosses his arm across his chest as he bows from his shoulders, a knightly gesture, as practiced and formal as his introduction. ]
My name is Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. It is good to meet you, Augustine. Though I regret patroning your store for such a dour subject.
[ The atmosphere is... pleasant, though. The stove bursts into warm life and the flowers are fragrant, almost cozy. He straightens as he takes his seat, eyeing the flimsy little bouquet he brought. The daisy-like flowers droop a petal or two onto the floor. ]
...The flowers seem to be a contradictory message. New beginnings and old respect. I had wondered if they were just a random assortment, but perhaps there's more to it.
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Honestly, I think it would be a bit odd if these flowers didn't hold some sort of esoteric meaning.
[He turns briefly to check on the water. It's not quite boiling just yet but almost there. Still, he needs to prepare the tea.]
After all, they're pieces of us.
[Or whatever is left of them since they're nothing more than wandering souls. Augustine still has his reservations about all that nonsense but he's slowly accepting that he's no longer alive.]
Maybe there's something or someone you will forever pay homage towards for helping you in times past. Someone you would never forget even as you embark upon a new journey, and maybe---just maybe, this causes you some anxiety?
[He glances quickly at the vase again, his gaze focused upon a bright pink wildflower that almost looks like a pink cloudberry. It's quite beautiful but it's a shame it's missing a petal.]
You have a single dog rose there, a slightly ominous symbol despite their cheerful appearance. [He lets out a thoughtful hum.] If you're coughing up such a flower, then something dubious is at work here.
[Faeries. He's blaming this whole curse on the fair folks.]
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It's an interesting change of pace. He considers the flowers; overall, they look cute and cheerful despite the wilting. Who could've known how much more meaning there is in a little bundle of blooms? He winces very slightly at Augustine's conjecture. ]
Are you certain you're not a clairvoyant and not a botanist? [ ... ] My mind is always on the people I have left behind.
[ For a number of reasons. It sounds like the flowers have managed to capture a bit of his genuine feelings, ones he tries to set aside until later. ]
But the present demands attention. I think this affliction is an ominous tiding for everyone. [ Maybe there's a hundred people coughing up these dog roses. ] Do you have any idea what might be the cause...? I've never seen plants take root inside someone before.
[ Maybe It's Faeries ]
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If I was capable of seeing the future, I would've been able to prevent my own death.
[He comments while steeping the tea. It's ginger tea, by the way. The traditional go-to remedy for managing colds and flus. Just a hint of ginger tea with some raw honey helps to fight against infections. Honey is expensive to get here in Stygia, so Dimitri is in for a treat. Hopefully, he won't mind the sweetness.]
You would do better to look towards the present rather than the past.
[As he searches through the cupboard for two saucers. Augustine was lucky to find some decent kitchenware for cheap at the markets. They're little chipped around edges but thankfully still good enough for use.]
Lamenting over what was will prevent you from receiving whatever blessings you may receive here. However, I'm not without sympathy for your plight.
[He returns to the table and offers Dimitri a cup of tea. He better drink it since that will be the only way to soothe his throat for now. Proper medicine is hard to come-by here, especially since Stygia's resources are so strained.]
It's a curse.
[The dhampir answers plainly before taking a sip from his cup.]
A curse that comes and goes with the seasons like autumn showers.
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Dimitri's lost his sense of taste, but he's lived this way for a long time; he can still faintly smell the clover sweetness of honey, and the overall scent is slightly remedial and sweet. It's soothing; he'll never turn down a nice cup of tea, even if the quality of it is sincerely wasted on him.
He savors the drink, and it does help, if only momentarily. The relief doesn't show on his face though, because his brows furrow slightly instead. So it's not a plague at all, but a curse. ]
Do you know anything else about it? I've only heard bits and pieces... and no word of a cure.
[ And while he can handle some pain and discomfort, the congestion of petals only grows more obvious by the day. ]
Perhaps it will resolve on its own, but I'm not even certain why some are targeted by this "curse" and not others. Curses are born of malice, not spreading thoughtlessly like illnesses do. Or at least, that's what I thought.
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[He admits with a frown as he sits across from Dimitri. This entire mystery honestly confounds him. Every time he dares to search for answers, he only ends up asking more questions. Perhaps a trip to the grand libraries in Serene is in order? After all, King Amun gave his blessing to comb through the archives. He would be remiss not to take such an offer.]
There is no known cure other than this peculiar draught offered at a local tavern in Mirth. However, I doubt it's a cure but more like a medicine similar to my teas.
[He means Rosuv in Mirth. The man is a local barkeep there and a friend of Assana. He has yet to travel to Mirth to seek this medicine due his deteriorating health. Mentioning his health, a terrible coughing fit nearly gets the better of him the second he was about to sip his tea. He quickly slams the cup back down onto the table as he covers his mouth.]
M-My pardons!
[He manages to croak in between coughs. A couple of red stained pink carnations flutter down to the table. It's a bit embarrassing to say the least but what is concerning is the blood on the petals.]
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He's broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a harsh, wet cough—he snaps his gaze back up at Augustine, eyes widening at the edges. Quick to set his mug aside, he hovers over to his side with urgency. ]
—Don't apologize.
[ It's phrased like an order, almost force of habit from his days as a commander, but he says so with only gentle firmness. There's no need for politeness right now. Dimitri isn't disgusted, even as he reaches for one of the petals, which he might mistake for red if not for how the blood smudges onto his gloves, revealing the blush pink underneath.
He doesn't know what this flower is, or what it means. But it's a disarmingly delicate thing for how terrible that cough sounded. Dimitri frowns at him, tight and concerned. ]
Your condition has already deteriorated this far?
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[His voice is barely above a whisper now after that terrible cough. His throat was rubbed raw by those pesky petals. It honestly felt like he was coughing up sharp thorns rather than flowers. Even now he struggles to breathe after that terrible coughing fit. Augustine figured that his inhuman lineage would grant him some clemency from this bizarre curse but instead, it only seemed to worsen it.]
Now you see why I earnestly hope to find a cure sooner than later.
[He quickly reaches for a napkin to clean off his bloodstained lips. This terrible illness has definitely taken a turn for the worse in such a short time. It makes him a little nervous about what's to come if this illness persists. Hell, he might have to visit Mirth after all.]
I can't believe my luck. [The dhampir sighs deeply before attempting to take a sip of his tea.] It's as if fate itself conspires against me.
[He just opened this boutique, you see. Augustine was hoping to get some much needed work done earlier but now that's almost impossible. He needs to harvest the remaining autumn blooms and plant the hellebores before first snow. Neither task is all that difficult for him but with this illness, it's virtually impossible.]
If I don't finish planting the hellebores, I fear my little shop won't be open for the winter.
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Let me propose this, then: I will investigate that draught from Mirth, and then please allow me to help tend to your plants. All you would need to do is instruct me.
[ He's not a skilled gardener, the days of digging around in the monastery greenhouse brief and long behind him now, but he's good at manual labor and listening to instructions. That... should be enough. ]
It is the least I can do in exchange for your help.
[ Also he will be annoying until Augustine accepts, so. ]
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Truly? [He questions with a look of genuine surprise.] I would be remiss to ignore your offer, especially now, but aren't you just as unwell as myself?
[While Dimitri isn't coughing up bloody petals, he doesn't want to aggravate Dimitri's illness any further. However, he really doesn't feel well enough to tend to his garden right now. His throat has been rubbed raw by the thorns and he's having difficulties breathing. Trying to tend to that garden now would be close to impossible in such a dismal state.]
If not...then honestly, I accept your terms.
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My case is gentle in comparison to yours, and I am well aware of my physical limits. [ (he isn't) ] So there's no need to worry.
[ His phone is always open if he needs some help. ]
All I ask is that you will continue to teach me. I look forward to working with you, Augustine.
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He wordlessly stares at Dimitri for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement. Having someone else do the gardening for him just for the sake of his knowledge alone is a price heās willing to pay. Hell, heāll gladly pay it.]
Therefore, we have an accord.
[The dhampir states with a shockingly cheerful smile. Heās surprised, terribly so, but heās also quite relieved as well. For all his otherworldly strength and powers, he can barely lift a shovel at this point of his illness.]
Come, we have much work to do. I have a whole patch of hellebores to plant and only a fraction of time to do so before winter is fully upon us.
[While the days have grown quite colder, itās not officially winter yet within the Netherworld. No, they only have a few days before winterās icy breath is fully upon them. Augustine gestures for Dimitri to follow him towards the small shed behind his little boutique. Along the way, several bundles of dark purple flowers are seen wrapped up in a peculiar cloth similar to bandages. Augustine bandaged the roots to keep the moisture within them but theyāre quickly drying out.]
We need to get those planted quickly.
[He mutters before reaching for another shovel along with some other gardening tools in the form of an elegant copper water pitcher, pruning shears, and a gardening fork. Welcome to Gardening 101, Dimitri.]