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middaeg2020-04-04 05:34 pm
inlikethebrume) wrote in middaeg2020-04-04 05:34 pm
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April Showers Brings Naps [Open Catchall Log]
Who: Mira and OPEN
When: Throughout April
Where: Aefenglom, outside the city
What: Catchall log, quests for the month, Dream a Little Dream event
Warnings: Bar brawl, violence, Dark Knight 50 and 70 spoilers, some Shadowbringers Spoilers
Rule--Be Nice: The Sly Seadog
[A simple job and one Mira is a bit used to. An extent of it at least; the Slydog asked for extra bouncers around due to more sailors coming around and Mira having done her share of escorts and guarding could handle a few drunkards if they get too roudy. Some regulars knew her as the woman who threw a man out the door in the literal sense for annoying her while reading so imagine when she comes in on her shift after working at the potion shop with Shadowbringer on her back and all is well.
For a time.
From the corner of her eye, Mira catches two sailors, clearly four sheets to the wind and starting raising their voices at each other. Oh boy, this does not sound good.]
Daft sods.
[She rolls her eyes and stroll right over, tapping one of them on the shoulder.]
Ease up on the shouting, don't wanna do poorly on the owner's hospitality.
[That just earns a laugh out of him and his comrade. Just be nice, Mira.]
Oi oi, lookat this sweet lil thing thinking she can speak up!
I'm sorry but there are others patrons here wishing to enjoy their drinks in peace. 'Twould be disrespectful to shatter it.
[Spoken calmly but firm, which only gets the patron laughing more.]
Listen, sweetheart. Why don't you go trot your nice arse to the keep and bring us another round. I'll be sure to give you a great tip if you decide to come after I leave.
[Mira's about to retort until she feels a hard slap to her rear, both men laughing at her reaction. Apparently these two are so wasted that they forgot that she has a sword strapped to her back. Someone...should probably step in since her hand is going straight for the blade. Fuck being nice..]
Too Many Books: Streets of Aefenglom
[When she's not working, one of Mira's hobbies is reading anything she can get her hands on. While stories and fairytales are her favorites, she's not focused on that right now. Nor is she focused on her magical studies. Tucked under each arm are bags with several books from the library that she could carry and all each have a theme to them: sleep.
But she's not looking to try and sleep herself, she's looking for any mentions of any kind of sickness where sleep is a key factor. Sounds weird, doesn't it. She doesn't even realize that in her distracted mind, she almost runs into someone and manages to twirl away just to not hit them.]
Oh dammit, my apologies! You alright?
Storytime: Outside the City
Bloody hells, are any of these tales even good?
[The last time Mira was out here, she had to carry the Crystal Exarch back to the city because his dumb butt wasn't feeling so good. But now she's alone in this endeavor and she had an idea to try and work on something she brought up: finding some kind of purpose outside of her duties as a Warrior of Light. Mira's thought maybe trying her hand at something she enjoyed might point her in a proper direction. That is until she saw the books around for the storytime and reacted in the most calm and rational manner: making a strongly opposed face.]
Ok, I understand they might be children but honestly, they are much more intelligent than this. And I can't tell them all my adventuring stories!
[Shit, what is she going to do?]
Dream A Little Dream
[It pulls you in, a tug as you look through the mirrors within the house. And yet one in particular shows itself to be a bit decorative in its etchings. On each side of the mirror, three symbols will be carved in: a handgun on the left, a peculiar symbol on the right, and a sword from the top.
As for the bottom, a message woven, perhaps unknown to those who haven't walked the path.
"In your darkest hour, in the blackest night..."
Words that may mean something to the owner of this mirror. But as you peek in, the urge gets stronger and stronger until you find yourself sucked in and watching something come out. Question is...which memory of the woman are you seeing?]
((OOC: Dream Prompts will be listed in the comments below.))
When: Throughout April
Where: Aefenglom, outside the city
What: Catchall log, quests for the month, Dream a Little Dream event
Warnings: Bar brawl, violence, Dark Knight 50 and 70 spoilers, some Shadowbringers Spoilers
Rule--Be Nice: The Sly Seadog
[A simple job and one Mira is a bit used to. An extent of it at least; the Slydog asked for extra bouncers around due to more sailors coming around and Mira having done her share of escorts and guarding could handle a few drunkards if they get too roudy. Some regulars knew her as the woman who threw a man out the door in the literal sense for annoying her while reading so imagine when she comes in on her shift after working at the potion shop with Shadowbringer on her back and all is well.
For a time.
From the corner of her eye, Mira catches two sailors, clearly four sheets to the wind and starting raising their voices at each other. Oh boy, this does not sound good.]
Daft sods.
[She rolls her eyes and stroll right over, tapping one of them on the shoulder.]
Ease up on the shouting, don't wanna do poorly on the owner's hospitality.
[That just earns a laugh out of him and his comrade. Just be nice, Mira.]
Oi oi, lookat this sweet lil thing thinking she can speak up!
I'm sorry but there are others patrons here wishing to enjoy their drinks in peace. 'Twould be disrespectful to shatter it.
[Spoken calmly but firm, which only gets the patron laughing more.]
Listen, sweetheart. Why don't you go trot your nice arse to the keep and bring us another round. I'll be sure to give you a great tip if you decide to come after I leave.
[Mira's about to retort until she feels a hard slap to her rear, both men laughing at her reaction. Apparently these two are so wasted that they forgot that she has a sword strapped to her back. Someone...should probably step in since her hand is going straight for the blade. Fuck being nice..]
Too Many Books: Streets of Aefenglom
[When she's not working, one of Mira's hobbies is reading anything she can get her hands on. While stories and fairytales are her favorites, she's not focused on that right now. Nor is she focused on her magical studies. Tucked under each arm are bags with several books from the library that she could carry and all each have a theme to them: sleep.
But she's not looking to try and sleep herself, she's looking for any mentions of any kind of sickness where sleep is a key factor. Sounds weird, doesn't it. She doesn't even realize that in her distracted mind, she almost runs into someone and manages to twirl away just to not hit them.]
Oh dammit, my apologies! You alright?
Storytime: Outside the City
Bloody hells, are any of these tales even good?
[The last time Mira was out here, she had to carry the Crystal Exarch back to the city because his dumb butt wasn't feeling so good. But now she's alone in this endeavor and she had an idea to try and work on something she brought up: finding some kind of purpose outside of her duties as a Warrior of Light. Mira's thought maybe trying her hand at something she enjoyed might point her in a proper direction. That is until she saw the books around for the storytime and reacted in the most calm and rational manner: making a strongly opposed face.]
Ok, I understand they might be children but honestly, they are much more intelligent than this. And I can't tell them all my adventuring stories!
[Shit, what is she going to do?]
Dream A Little Dream
[It pulls you in, a tug as you look through the mirrors within the house. And yet one in particular shows itself to be a bit decorative in its etchings. On each side of the mirror, three symbols will be carved in: a handgun on the left, a peculiar symbol on the right, and a sword from the top.
As for the bottom, a message woven, perhaps unknown to those who haven't walked the path.
"In your darkest hour, in the blackest night..."
Words that may mean something to the owner of this mirror. But as you peek in, the urge gets stronger and stronger until you find yourself sucked in and watching something come out. Question is...which memory of the woman are you seeing?]
((OOC: Dream Prompts will be listed in the comments below.))
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[If she didn't feel bad now, hearing that the possible reason why he's getting worse is due to their Bond...it just makes her feel much more worthless. Less than a person. That all the care that she gave to him did nothing but hurt. How much of a toxic person is she? And if to him, what about everyone else?
Would she hurt them too? Irhya? Vanitas?
She wants to scream about how he should have told her about this new Bond, that she could have found something or done anything to maybe help him but...no, Mira's done enough. But she has an idea on who the fourth is: a monster who knows his name. He has mentioned no other witches except for her.
She knows Rose is a fae that knows his name but doubts they would share a Bond. Exarch is a witch and she already knows K'rihnn and Irhya are monsters already Bonded with him. Which leaves one monster Mira knows fits both of those points. Heh, how ironic.]
Logic states that I should be the one to go. That if I am so toxic and a danger, it would be better to purge it. I want to do what I can to help you, no matter what but...it's not my choice. I can scream until I can blue in the face but will it matter?
[Serve...save...slave...slay...it now feels like those words are shackles to her, keeping her weighed down.]
Although, I should thank Mettaton for having me go through this. After all, I wouldn't have known what these feelings are if he didn't encourage me...or told me what they were.
[Just by the fact that she says this with a sad smile as the scene arounds them shifts to the kitchen in House Darkness, another memory of Mira's. Where she and the puca are sitting at the table and talking...and the topic shows itself. As for the current woman...she vanishes within. To where, perhaps another part of her dreamscape.]
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He certainly should've told her about his additional Bond at any other point than this, but Emet-Selch takes some cold satisfaction in her response. The self-pitying helplessness, as expected. The assumptions that she's the problem, but the refusal to do anything to fix it- as expected.
He was unimpressed, disappointed... and ever more detached.
The mention of his other Bonded refocuses his attention, briefly, a flicker of confusion showing even as the scene begins to play. Context quickly supplies itself, and he can't deny the flash of irritation. The meddling was not unexpected. And Emet-Selch wasn't at all surprised that Mira hadn't been able to work out her feelings on her own- yet again relying on someone else to make her decisions for her?
And this time it was Mira to run off and avoid him. It causes the Ascian to scoff, turning away from the still-playing memory, towards finding some sort of exit from this absurdity. He'd seen enough.
After that... he just had to figure out how to wake entirely and sever this Bond before the coma took him. He'd worry about Mira getting there first, but, well- Emet-Selch doubted she had the followthrough. Yet again, she'd leave the choice up to someone else.
What else would a weapon do?]