Hacking Up Posies (CATCH-ALL/OPEN)

[immortalrose]

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.

[ 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 devillady. I'm always more than happy to make a starter or two. So don't be shy. Also, you're welcome to make your own starters as well. ]


PLOTTING 🌹 EVENT🌹 WILDCARD

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[immortalrose]

[A sigh of relief escapes Augustine once Cedrik slowly comes back to himself. This whole notion regarding one’s Shadow honestly baffles him. While Augustine has contested against the darker side of him who wants nothing else to destroy and hurt, he doesn’t quite understand how such darkness can engulf others.

Cedrik is a paragon among his kind, a gentle soul with a strong sense of wanderlust. He’s as mundane as they come at first glance, a good natured fellow with a cheerful disposition. However, the shadow he casts is that of someone who is wrathful and hateful towards themself. It’s a rather disturbing realization, one that Augustine memos for questioning later. What is it about his dear friend that makes him so angry and remorseful? The question is upon the tip of his tongue but he doesn’t dare ask it now.]

Welcome back.

[He states with a half-hearted smile as he regards the Viera. The last thing he wants is for Cedrik to lose his way and become like the gargoyle they slain. That would be a dismal end for his close compatriot, especially after spending so much time with the man.]

You had me worried there for a moment.

[The dhampir admits with a sigh before glancing at the broken statues nearby. There’s nothing that can be done for the victims here. Everyone who's been turned to stone surely perished in the process. While there might be a means to revert them back to flesh, Augustine is certain that the souls of these victims have since vanished into nothingness.]

I suggest we quit this place.

[He whispers to Cedrik.]

[heavenstorn]

Ha, my apologies...

[ Yes, Cedrik expects Augustine has a lot of questions after that little display. He's not looking forward to them. Not just because of the ugliness of it all, but it can be so hard to put to words. Showing him would be better, even if it meant a trip to the Shadowlands, to his door--

It's too great a risk. The fewer people who see beyond your door the safer it will be.

--but he may have to settle for words, in the end. ]

...but yes, agreed. We'll need to report this to the authorities in Serene, as well. They may wish to send someone to retrieve the remains...

[ A pointless gesture, perhaps. But one that may bring solace to those who knew the departed. That small bit of good would be worth it.

Cedrik puts a hand on Augustine's shoulder and gives him a firm, reassuring squeeze before moving past to help guide him out. Without the simulacrum it's gotten a lot darker again, but not as bad as before. Perhaps the magic was effecting it somehow? They'll never know for sure. ]