【open】 june catch all

[littlemperor]

Who: Tori Himemiya & You!!
When: across june
Where: places......
What: magic, quests, and more. if you'd like to plan something, hit me up @ sundrymunity!!
Warnings: none so far

QUESTS - TALK TRAVELS, THORNS A-PLENTY

1. talk travels

[DELIVERING MAIL? no problem, tori can Absolutely handle that, part-time jobs are Nothing--

that said, it's pretty hard to actually tote these things around, letters bound by twine and packages bulging out of the sack slung across his small form, so for the first half tori's just kind of physically Dying trying to be a lot stronger than he is... help him out?

after a time, he'll actually accept the bike they offer, which, for the purpose of comedy since they did have normal looking ones in victorian england too, is a penny-farthing. it looks like it'll make tori Tall, which is Awesome, but

it's not exactly conducive for heavy mail order. plus, tori's never ridden a bike before, so past the initial lessons they give him he's on his own -- and it's not great!!!]

G-Get out of the way, idiot!

[this is gonna be far too common.]

2. thorns a-plenty (consequences)

[it'd been a simple quest. just get some roses from the briar patch to the west, and tori likes flowers (and rose bush) enough to help out -- besides, it's easy money!

it's easy money, but only if you don't actually get scratched up.

tori'd been instructed not to sleep, since he'd just kind of... Go... if he did, but it's hard to actually stay awake; he keeps rubbing at his arm, which is bandaged up to keep him from scratching at it as one does with irritated skin, trying to find something to do. the ideal is Not becoming sleeping beauty.]

Ugh~. Hey, you! [yes, you.] Give me... Give me something to do, or talk to me or something! The most adorable idol in all the world wants your attention, so you'd better gratefully give it!

[he says, with a sort of hazy look, cheeks flushed with fever. the teen definitely looks more like he should be laying down, not being out and about.]

FLOWERS - TIME TO MAKE SOME MONEY

[tori's been practicing flower language, and so past the classes still being offered he'd decided to see if he can make bouquets small wreathes for other people!!! he's sitting out by one of the fountains, with a variety of flowers he's picked and whatnot, referring to his notes every now and then as he lets people pass by.

when he's feeling confident, he'll call out:]

Looking for a bouquet~? Pay by the blossom, I'll masterfully create any message you want to pass on. ♪ I'm the best in my class, you should feel honored I'm offering my services like this. ♪

MAGIC - FAILURES AND EXPECTATIONS

1. practice

ABJURATION


[he's practicing on small scraps gotten by clumsy kids at first, but there's other parts of the magic he wants to try too:

namely, the barriers thing, because that seems Useful and he wants to be Useful. the problem is, tori can't figure out the whole... like, depth perception part of this, basically... the lime green, shimmering surfaces are absolutely visible, which is great, but he can't get the placement right--

which leads to them appearing right in front of others, sorry about that. tori is doing his damnest to not seem like he's the one doing them, but it's fairly obvious that it is given his guilty expression.]


CONJURATION


[banquets of sweets have suddenly appeared before you.

they're not technically real. they have no flavor, but the texture is sort of there for some of the sweets, and there's a warmth to the tea that breaks the sea of plates, and tori sits at the head of the table looking far too proud and happy of himself... okay, so he'd only meant for a small sort of "tower" of them, but this is fine.]

Fufufu~. Like what you see? ♪ Go ahead, take what you want, I don't mind. ♪ Have some tea too, it goes well with sweets. ♪

[mostly to see if someone does join him for teatime.]


ILLUSION


[being homesick? sucks. so the kind of illusion magic tori's practicing includes people, only those a very small handful would absolutely know.

though a little off in coloring (not quite as bad as it could be, it's only his uniform), a young man sits in a conjured chair with tori's head on his lap, petting the other with a fond smile. for once, tori seems absolutely content, almost dozing off... as he quickly learns, though, magic doesn't last long for the inexperienced if they fall asleep, so he's just watching people as they pass.

it can't replace the eichi tenshouin he knows and looks up to. this one can't talk, the movements are stilted and just wrong enough that it doesn't fully get rid of his sorrow, and the same can be said of the other people he "enjoys" his time with -- once one disappears, another takes their place...

besides the blond, there's also an aqua haired boy (though both tori and hajime have been mistaken for girls, they're that cute) that tori especially seems to delight in holding the hands of and talking, even if the other doesn't speak back... there's also a butler that brushes his hair, and a tall, silver haired individual that does the most simple of magic tricks, like "endless" trains of dully colored napkins and pulling coins out of the air.

no, none of this-- really helps, but it's definitely the thing he spends most of his time and energy on in comparison to what he should be learning. watch them slowly become worse and worse, more faded or just disappearing mid-conversation, along with tori's growing frustration.]

2. exhaustion

[after all of that, though, it becomes evident why most of tori's spells begin to backfire:

he's used far too much magic, and he keeps trying to use it while his body needs the rest, day in and day out.

his illusions become disfigured, discolored, and somewhat nightmareish if they last at all; conjuration leads to a surplus of the animals he's trying to summon, so if he looks unhappy with having twenty rabbits around him, that's why; he doesn't want to try abjuration when he's unsteady, so evocation is the unique one here... it's just that the area of effect is much too large, with how much effort tori's trying to put in, so if you're rained on--

well, look no further than the trembling teen who's trying to hold it together, hands clenched into his witchy robes and apparently on his last legs.]

Why... Why can't I do anything right today..?

Comments

Flowers

[ishisstrength]

[She isn't really interested in flowers but the salesman draws her in.

His song is sweet, happy and bright. And without meaning too, she stops in front of the fountain and takes a look at the collection of flowers. From what she's learned in the classes, it's a nice collection of flowers but she isn't sure if she wants to buy any yet.]

You must really like flowers.

[Justine smiles.]

Which do you think suit me?

[littlemperor]

[a customer..♪ tori smiles even brighter and looks her over, then at the flowers he's collected.]

White hyacinth, for a lovely smile. [he'll hand the blossom over, then collect more into a bouquet -- all sorts of colors and shapes, holding them tightly.] If you tell me more about yourself, I'm sure I can find more to give you.

[ishisstrength]

[Justine smiles a little brighter as she takes the pristine white flower. It isn't just one flower but many and she finds herself inspecting them before looking back down at the adorable salesmen.]

What sorts of things do you want to know?

[She isn't sure if liking to read will inspire a flower selection or if he's looking for her favorite color.]

Favorite hobbies or is it something else?

Thorns A-plenty

[oceanschild]

[Well this is remarkably like their first meeting so Paris isn't really surprised... though considering he's got gills on his neck and scales on his hands now, he looks a little different from the first meeting. Which Tori may or may not notice given his current state.

Speaking of his current state, Paris was all ready to be resigned to be bossed around for a little while until he actually sees the boy. He blinks, looking startled and a little confused.] I... are you alright?

[littlemperor]

[there's a vague recognition that there's something different from... paris..? paris, that was his name, and tori shakes the fatigue from his head, then nods.]

I'm fine. It's good that you're here, commoner... Entertain me somehow. Tell me a story or something, just don't make it the kind you tell at bedtime.

[it's the same bossy tone, but there's a real lack of the fire from their first meeting in it.]

[oceanschild]

I, but... why? You look like you're sick. [Smooth, Paris, that's what everyone loves to hear.] Shouldn't you be sleeping...?

flowers

[bombingking]

[Katsuki is stomping around doing... something. Maybe just stomping angrily. When he sees his shitty roommate calling out to him, he glares. Glares at his stupid roommate and his stupid flowers and this stupid place.

But mostly at Tori to be honest.]

Fuck no.

[littlemperor]

[ya rude ass,

tori's overly sweet expression immediately turns into a scowl and he shakes a flower at bakugo.]

You don't even appreciate the bouquets Izuku and I bring home, but isn't that being wa~y too rude? I don't really like you at all, but you should at least be civil to me if we're living together.

[he, of course, doesn't have to be civil back, i guess.]

[bombingking]

Of course not! You leave them fucking everywhere! My eyes are starting to burn from all the shitty pollen in the house.

[Apparently he's been looking for a good explain to DO A COMPLAIN about the flowers because he's a baby like that. Then he frowns and crosses his arms.]

I'm being civil as hell!

[Admittedly... for him the bar is pretty low.]

FLOWERS

[birdfeed]

[ you know what nishinoya saw . . . an angel. he saw a beautiful angel. like a mom but better. there had to be something he could do this festive season, something that would show his gratitude, like seriously just being in her presence for a few minutes is something to be thankful for.

so he SLAMS his hands onto the fountain’s edge with all the change he’s gathered this week in a little baggy and yells, presumably at tori’s poor idol face: ]

I want something that says “you’re a goddess”!!!

[littlemperor]

[oh sweet mary mother of jesus.

he sort of sits there, staring at nishinoya for a hot second because like, there is no one (recently) that is so Loud and Energy and he has realized that is the one thing he didn't miss from school.]

To get the full impact, you'll need a bouquet that's lovely after lovely blossom~, [once he's, um, retrieved his composure.] I just hope you have enough for your lady love.

[he's, picked up a few phrases from class too. ANYWAY, the flowers he's picking up tend to be one of three colors: red, yellow, and white... with a purple one in the mix.]

Calla lily, gardenia, white roses for her beauty and charm, yellow tulips for her warmth, windflowers, red catchfly, gloxinia, and fleur de lis for the depths of your feelings... And heliotrope for your thanks.

[, so many]

[birdfeed]

[ he didn’t understand 90% of that, but what counts are the colors. augh, especially the purple one?! it looks just like her!! he nods and nods and nods until he’s close to breaking a barrier of some sort (??) and points. ]

I’ll take twenty!!

[ he doesn’t have enough for twenty ]

Talk Travels

[fortunyx]

[Ryoji just so happened to be walking by himself when he noticed it from a distance. He pauses where he is, squinting as he notices it getting closer and closer. What is that? That couldn't be some kind of bike, could it? He's never seen anything like it before! It is kind of impressive that someone is able to control it. But he soon finds that it's getting a bit too close and the shout of get out of the way certainly has him moving out of the way alright.]

Try slowing down! Or, uh, jumping off of it?!

[He calls out to him, hoping his advice might help? Somehow? Poor guy, can he even reach the breaks? Are there any breaks?!]

[littlemperor]

[there is a brake, tori's remembering, he's just also-- not remembering that he needs to be careful when using the spoon brake (that is, it's just a paddle that presses on the front wheel), and he ends up flying over the handlebars with a yelp

thankfully into someone's bushes, but he's having an issue getting out of them now.]

So much for that! Ugh, help me out! I'll give you some coins or something!

[fortunyx]

[Oh! Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that to happen.

Ryoji can only blink in surprise when he just goes flying off of the bike and through the air. He kind of looks like he's flying for a second there before he landed in the bushes. He cringes in sympathy.]

I'm coming!

[Ryoji rushes over to the bushes and grabs hold of the little pinkette's hands, pulling him out of the bush with relative ease.]

Are you going to be okay? No life threatening injuries, right?

magic; exhaustion

[topslug]

[ Yako's grasp on magic has been slippery, to say the least, so beyond getting the bare minimum of classes for spells, she's most often been in the kitchen, pouring her magic into baked goods and whatever else the witches specializing in food-based enchantment see fit to teach her.

She's crossing a courtyard, carrying a veritable basketful of croissants in her arms, trying very hard not to accidentally consume one -- for various reasons, that would be Bad -- but she's thankfully distracted by the sudden need to cover them with a sleeve as she starts to feel unseasonable drops of rain beginning to fall on her head.

That voice, though... ]

... Himemiya-san, is that you?

[littlemperor]

[at least it's just spitting around yako and her bread (for now?), it's a drizzle around tori... not that he really notices, rubbing at his cheeks and stopping, suddenly, at the voice he recognizes rather freshly.]

K-Katsuragi-san!

[he can't let anyone see his weakness, but especially not someone he'd asked to depend on him for things... he straightens up, fists going to his cloak again, pulling back his tears.]

What are you doing here..? I mean, with that big basket?

Conjuration

[warmsetter]

[Suga walked by as he thought about what kind of spells he could begin with when a bunch of sweets appeared in front of him along with a table and a cup of tea. He looked up to see a younger boy with pink hair and a proud smile over the sweets. Suga gave a warm smile back as he took a seat next to the boy.]

Really? What kind of tea did you make?

[littlemperor]

[!!! someone has joined him, good. tori carefully pours suga some tea, holding his breath until it's at a relatively good height and exhaling.]

Assam. ♪ It's not as good as the Prez's, but I hope you'll enjoy it. Have the cookies too, okay~?

[again: no taste, but some texture and warm.]

magic; abjuration

[complementing]

[Minako has been practicing barriers too, but it's hard to fight her natural instincts to move instead of block. Her body remembers how to dodge, her feet skidding around enemies in Tartarus as if she were darting around the volleyball court. That's what she does now, her body jerking away from the green that suddenly warps into view in front of her and tucking into a roll that takes her a few feet away from where the bright green has manifested.

And then she flops against the ground, both exhausted from the spike of adrenaline and frustrated at her reaction.]

Aaaaaugh. I did it again...

[littlemperor]

[yipes!!!! it really did almost hit someone this time, but she coolly rolled out of the way... uwah. tori hesitates and then trudges over to peer at her.]

Did what again?

cave exploration - tidepools, but bad; for izuku midoriya

[littlemperor]

[tori recognizes them from his dreams.

they're not quite the same, the runes around the pools can be read unlike then, and maybe he should look into this too? while he's looking into the forest yako mentioned? maybe. for now, though, he's pretty exhausted from trotting around, and the green pools are inviting... both because they're kinda of his fave color, and because of their natural attractive nature.]

Let's take a little break~. We totally deserve it, you know? [probably.] We walked so far, and it sucked.

[that oppressive feeling, how the trees went from spring and gave way to winter... eck.]

Besides, I remember these from a dream! They're rea~lly nice. ♪

[defendure]

A dream? What dream is that?

[ Izuku assumes it's a good dream, if Tori sounds so pleased about it - but that's never any promise that it'll hold true to real life...

Still, he does come to a stop when Tori does. Izuku doesn't look that tired himself, but in his defense he's had hero training up the wazoo so... ]

what if i just went to your catchall, huh / infirmary, 18th

[nemuru]

[ to say he's in a bad way is a bit of an understatement.

the full moon hadn't been a good one; fighting his instincts aside, refusing to accept- this, when he'd been trying to embrace being "human", when he'd been trying so hard not to be that "monster" being a vampire branded him as... (his family branded themselves as)... the fall, the-

ritsu presses closer to the infirmary's bed, curling tighter; he's still without a shirt, largely so his bandages are easy to get to, and they wind around his body like he's been in a particularly bad fight. why they can't just heal them as-is, he doesn't know, but it was something about letting them close a little to make it easier- maybe- whatever. he has ears now too, floppy black ones that fall to the side of his face; his bunny tail is straight up against his back; and his lower half is entirely rabbit, naked save for the black and white fur that covers them. the same patch-pattern fur surrounds his hips, traveling up his spine.

in short, he feels naked because he practically is beneath the thin excuse of a blanket.

he's wary of monsters and witches alike, fully aware none of them are the same as the ones he and rei had unfortunately come upon but not quite able to shake the distrust anyway - and seeing tori is a little bit of a shock, but at least he knows tori's not part of any of that business and never would be.

so tori is, unfortunately, sent to keep an eye on him, as per his reserved request to one of the witches who comes to check on him.

ritsu raises a hand to greet him, dirt still under his nails; he's covered himself mostly with the blanket, intent on not letting too much of his wear show to his junior, but red marks still peek out easily on the nape of his neck between it and his hair. ]

He~ya, Pinky. What're you doin' in a place like this?

ur valid and this is what its here for

[littlemperor]

[seeing ritsu had been a shock.

it's not that

well, no, tori's still not entirely used to seeing injured witches and monsters alike, having worked at the infirmary for two weeks now, but he'd thought he'd been getting a little more comfortable with the sight of blood, of bruising not tied to hard hours of dance practice, his stomach tumbling less and nightmare of his housemate coming back so wounded ebbing from his mind--

but seeing ritsu brought it back, and brought it up in the worst way.

he's better now, with stomach medicine settling heavy in his gut and his senpai more or less taken care of. all tori was now was really just a nurse, making sure that ritsu didn't try to leave or otherwise reopen his wounds in any way; for now, he has a new glass of water for the other, as well as some light snacks for energy.]

I to~ld you, don't call me Pinky. And I'm working. [setting the glass on ritsu's bedside, setting the plate of lettuce beside it. it's hard not to just sort of, take stock of what he can see of ritsu, his tiredness and the red marks, with how he's been shadowing others doing the same.] When I'm not attending classes, I practice healing here. What about you, Ritsu-senpai? Pick a fight with the wrong person?