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aefenglom log posting account ([personal profile] faileas) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-05-03 03:07 pm

Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

I. Boaltinn (1st - 3rd)

    Boaltinn comes around again. A handful of Mirrorbound will remember the holiday from last year, but for others, it will be brand new. In both Residential Districts, bonfires burn in central locations through the night, frequented by the residents celebrating another summer come to Aefenglom. Curiously, while last year the bonfires seemed quite segregated by human or Monster, this year, there is more of a noticeable mix at each, and Mirrorbound are invited to join the games and festivities quite happily. Characters are invited to try and jump through the bonfire's flames to burn away any poor relationship experiences, be it romantic or platonic, past or present; to aid them in this, those at the Eastern Bonfire will give those participating rune-etched accessories to protect them from the fire.

    The city has quite a bit to offer for this holiday: shared rose baths at public bathhouses and pleasure establishments that increase feelings of friendliness and talkativeness, poles draped in ribbons meant to be danced around, wrapping a ribbon around the pole to bring good luck for the summer, food stalls whose offerings are meant to be shared, and fortune-telling set up by Divination students of the Coven, who can tell your day is going to go.


To see last year's Boaltinn prompts, you can take a glance right here! Much of it, including the bonfires, baths, and entertainments will be similar this year, so feel free to use those in your top levels.
II. An Unusual Arrival (3rd on)

    A full year from the arrival of the first group of Mirrorbound, the 1st passes quietly, with no one showing up in the mirror-lined halls of the Looking-Glass House. Dates and times are important in most kinds of magic, and this is strange enough that some Witches of the Coven get together on the night of the 3rd to try a probing ritual, attempting to gather some kind of clues that could be useful in prying out the cottage's secrets. Boaltinn is the best time for such things, when the boundaries are thinner, and magic is stronger.

    Those who are awake that night at 3 am might notice a pulse of harmless silvery light that spreads like ripples on water throughout the whole city, originating at the Looking-Glass House, but nothing further happens, and the Coven receives no answers.

    Well, nothing happens in the Looking-Glass House.

    Before long, the reports start coming in: people are emerging from mirrors, regular old mundane mirrors, all over the city. Anything with a particularly reflective surface could be an entry point for someone from another world! Inhabited homes, businesses closed and locked for the night, pools of still water in fountains or the river, these unorthodox Mirrorbound pop up anywhere and everywhere, causing chaos for the City Guard (folks aren't happy to find strangers in their bathrooms at 3 in the morning) and the Coven both.

    Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. If you are one of these unfortunate arrivals, it's likely a rude awakening for you, to find yourself somewhere inconvenient, somewhere other than where you've been. It only makes sense to be confused. Hopefully someone finds you and explains to you what's happened to you.

    Resident Mirrorbound will hear a message from Miss Nessie shortly after it begins, a call to arms: "Dears, I'm quite sorry to disturb you, but it seems your fellows are arriving elsewhere than the Looking-Glass House this month! We're trying to track them all down for the usual welcome, but we could use a hand or several! If you could just bring them by the Coven, the usual spot, that would be lovely." She'll give her usual orientation and pass out Watches, but no doubt the Mirrorbound will be more helpful in this regard, with so many arriving.


III. The Goblin Market (All Month)

    Life goes on in Aefenglom, despite the addition of so many new residents. With the City Guard decidedly busy dealing with the sudden flood of break-ins (or, more accurately, break-outs?), the vendors of the Goblin Market find opportunity to set up their stalls more openly than they have since the crack-downs some months ago. They pop up all over the city, but clustered more often in the Residential Districts and the Harbor District, where there are even fewer law enforcement agents out and about to run them off.

    These sellers, while not as devoid of morals as those major players of the Black Market, still have very few compunctions when it comes to lying, cheating, fencing stolen goods, and misrepresenting their wares to unsuspecting buyers. It's also the place to find those things that are- not quite legal, shall we say. They won't say a word if you don't. If confronted, they are quick to pack up their things and slip away, however; they know this city and its hiding places a lot better than you do.

    With a brand new batch of what the natives assume are Mirrorbound, many undergoing rapid transformations into their Monster forms, many of the wares on display are potions: supposed cure-alls for aches and itches, calming draughts for the full moon restlessness, some even claim their brews can halt changes entirely! Some concoctions are meant to increase a Witch's magical ability, or decrease it, or provide them a finer control. They offer potions that they say will eliminate the need for a Bond, or temporary Bonding potions of their own that they claim are more pure, stronger, than the ones offered by the Coven.

    Claims are only claims, though. A few remedies for the pain of changing or some regular temporary Bonding potions can be found here and there, but for every potion that works, there are twenty more that have less than pleasant side effects. A brew that will cause everything you touch to turn to solid gold for up to an hour; a potion that will invert your sense of direction - trying to turn right will make you turn left, trying to go forward will cause you to walk backward; a potion that will remove all traction from your feet, causing you to slide around as if cobblestone are the slickest ice. Worse, some shadier vendors sell things more sinister, including a potion that gives you the appearance of being moderately to heavily infected by the Cwyld.

    Even if you don't drink any, the vendors are not at all careful where they're sloshing those bottles around, trying to show them off, and they all activate on skin contact.

IV. A Wilde Hunt (7th - 22nd)

    All Mirrorbound, temporary or not, are likely to feel it. Monsters are always affected by the full moons, but this month, it is more. Stronger. Instincts rise to the surface as the Sisters emerge full and visible in the night sky, and for many Mirrorbound, they are undergoing rapid transformations into whatever type of Monster they are meant to be. Curiously, the natives get along like they usually do, noticing nothing out of the norm, other than the increased agitation and restlessness from Mirrorbound Monsters.

    Monsters' aggression fades when the Sisters start to wane, but as the new moons approach on the 22nd, Mirrorbound Witches will notice their magical reserves overfilling, and will find themselves stricken with the overwhelming urge to use it, until casting spells, pushing one's magical limits, is almost a compulsion. Those who are not in proper Witch-Monster Bonds will feel it even stronger, with no stabilizing magic to consume (for Monsters) or avenues to expend magic (for Witches) other than casting spells. (For those who are interested, the Coven does offer temporary Bonding potions which can be used to help alleviate the effects somewhat.)

    The Coven Witches notice the signs, and they take decisive action on the morning of the 6th, the day before the full moons. So many Mirrorbound, likely to be so heavily affected by the lunar cycle this month, many of them coming into new features and abilities at a breakneck pace, only spells danger for the city. They barricade off a massive chunk of Wilde outside Aefenglom, largely free of Cwyld and totally bereft of farms, homes, and Wilder outposts. They invite anyone who feels the effects of the moons too strongly to control to come out for a Hunt. The hunting grounds will be open nightly to anyone who needs to work off restless energy or overflowing magic; all participants will be warned that their safety cannot be guaranteed from others, but they won't be able to harm bystanders out here.

    The woods are thick, with the river cutting through them, and full of wildlife. There is room to run and chase prey, or room to play with your developing magic. Play cat and mouse with your friends or Bondmates, or stalk a stranger. If playing games isn't your thing, there is something else to hunt out here as well.

    With the deep Wilde entering into Winter, this patch of land so close to the city is much warmer, and fearsome Shades have emerged to search for prey. These were once living beings, Monsters, Witches, or animals, who have been overtaken by Cwyld infection long ago, leaving them dead but for the infection, white-eyed and seeking out sources of magic to consume and infect. Anything could become a Shade, but the most common out right now are the ferocious remains of bears, wolves, and nomadic Arachne and Turnskins. If not killed, these Shades threaten the people of the Outer City, when they inevitably escape the barricade. Careful to limit your contact, though; anyone infected upon their return to the gates will be escorted straight to the infirmary.



    Welcome to May's Fourth Wall event, An Inauspicious Arrival! The comms are now open to comments from all registered users and will be until June 1st. Current players, if you don't want fourth wall characters tagging your posts, just say so in your text. Fourth wall characters can use this post for their own network top-levels, or this post for log top levels. This event is game canon; threads from this fourth wall can be used as application samples later and current players may use these threads for AC. As always, be courteous to each other! Let the mod team know if there are any problems and we will handle things.

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cryptsleeper: (arrogantpire)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2020-05-05 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Distressing in truth. [Alucard's own gaze on the seller is a harsher thing, the kind of arrogant and judgmental that seldom comes out anymore. That seems to force the seller to focus their attention elsewhere though, because even if the young woman could have been a potential customer, this willowy fuck? He ain't having it, and there are better people to waste energies on.

As for the question, Alucard nods.]


Regular enough, although you'll find much of the sellers and their claims to be on the shady side. It ebbs and flows.
plasticasshole: (✦ the broken cities we knew are gone)

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[personal profile] plasticasshole 2020-05-05 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Oops, there's someone walking into him. Connor looks down at Makoto and offers a half-smile of apology, as though it were his fault.]

Sorry, I'm in the way here, aren't I?

[He wasn't really interested in the wares on offer, so maybe he should move.]
coherer: i know what you wanna say (pic#13731180)

[personal profile] coherer 2020-05-05 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
(it's a funny thing, having the capability to fight back against someone and choosing not to—rather, forgetting that you can.

jonas forgot, instinctively relying on the distinctly human part of him that'd rather shy away from a potentially dangerous situation. but the moment deidara's fingers tighten around the craning length of his neck, he remembers. and his breath comes out in sharp huffs as his hands come away from the—dangerous, extremely dangerous—intruder's wrists.
)

... in general? You mean generally, like, here? I-It's called Aefenglom, (channelling his magic into his arms is a silent process, invisible, and it takes a bit longer than anticipated when his thoughts are playing out all of the horrible scenarios that may potentially go down.) in a world called Geardagas. It's not mine, neither is this cottage, I'm from elsewhere and we... well, a lot of us arrived here the same way. I don't know why or how you could've wound up in our washroom, but–

second barrier!

(there's little warning after the spell's activated. with a sweep of his arms, a bright sea green light encases his palms and is pushed out as a small shield of impenetrable energy. and it's aimed directly at deidara's chest.)

Get off of me!
shithogs: (10)

[personal profile] shithogs 2020-05-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[One might say she has a pretty loose definition of the word. She clenches her jaw, because his assessment isn't wrong, but she doesn't particularly enjoy being called out— her temper flares further, even though her swordarm remains lowered.

What an asshole.]


Take a few steps back, and I'll come out.

[Notice she didn't answer the question.]
plasticasshole: (✦ and interface through wires)

unusual arrival

[personal profile] plasticasshole 2020-05-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Connor's changes are mostly on show in the form of orange and blue scaled arms and hands, with slight webbing between the fingers. He tilts his head, looking more interested than put off.]

Do you need something?
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mollymauk tealeaf | critical role | vampire

[personal profile] fortunefound 2020-05-05 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
— an unusual arrival

the life leaves molly, eyes never shut.

as molly feels the twist of the glaive in his chest, taking his lungs and his heart with it, his vision runs black and the concept of consciousness is lost. he has a fleeting thought of yasha, of caleb and jester and fjord and nott and beau— all of his friends, and for an instant, he wishes he had more time to stay and to help. he wishes... he wishes...

but that’s all he has time to think, before the massive nothingness takes his soul from his body, and molly dies.

but how much time passes between that eternal sleep creeping into the edges of his consciousness and when he erupts from the surface of a bath, rose petals floating around him and sticking to his skin as he tosses his head back, gasping for air, feeling... empty? where are his friends?

molly is acutely aware that he has resurrected, for at least the second time. at least he remembers his life before this time, but that begs the question of how much time has passed. a glance over his body tells him he hasn’t decayed. his clothes are the same (but he’ll need a new shirt; the tear in the chest matches his fatal wound and that just won’t do), so maybe it hasn’t truly been that long.

molly’s chest heaves as he glances around, whirling forward and back in hip-deep water that appears to have been stagnant for at least the day. empty fire pits curl with remnants of smoke left over in smoldering ashes. ribbons from poles blow in the wind, colorful as they are. night has fallen, wherever he is, but a quick glance at the sky tells him he’s not in exandria anymore.

two moons.

... alright.

he slowly pulls himself from the bath, taking a moment to admire how beautiful it must have been with beautiful people mingling in them, but the next thing that mollymauk considers is how hungry he is. food needs to be his next order of business.

molly steps out of the water and pulls his shirt off, followed by his shoes, and starts walking between long-abandoned fire pits, around the poles with the beautiful ribbons (molly takes a moment to tear a single yellow ribbon from it’s place— it might look nice around a horn later), and towards what must be...

civilization.

as he walks, he passes by the occasional pedestrian, but his vision isn’t exactly clear at the moment. no faces really register in his mind, but should he be in his right mind, he’d likely be terrified at his appearance— sopping wet, shirtless, in clothes as dirty and bloody as the day he’d died.

can he eat soon?

— a wilde hunt

getting himself through his first day in this place had been... difficult, to say the least. he’d managed to find a few people who were kind enough to offer assistance, give him directions, and even some advice on how to handle this new kind of place. it had it’s charms, molly supposes. it reminds him of home, in some ways, but in others... well, it’s a little more intense. he’d felt exhausted, particularly drained in a way he can’t totally describe, almost like when he can tell he’s going to be coming down with a particularly nasty illness, or when heat exhaustion sets in on a summer’s day. even still, it hasn’t been too warm out, so molly chalks up his strange unease to having just been resurrected. again.

his wandering (and his hunger) leads him here, to the wilde, where already a great deal of fun has gotten underway. he spots creatures, monsters of all kinds, and normally this would be his idea of a great time. still... he’s so tired, and he feels so exposed like this. maybe he’ll just spectate, for tonight. tomorrow offers a new day, and maybe tomorrow he can try to keep himself a little more secluded so the festivities could have just one more participant.

molly rests elbows on the edges of a crudely made fence, and he wonders if this area had been an afterthought. it seems to be effective if letting off steam is it’s intended purpose, and an amused smile creeps onto his lips as he observes a cat-like creature sneaking up on a faun, unawares.

oh, how he misses a good hunt.

— wildcard

tag him!
fabrications: (ɪ walk and talk like a machine)

[personal profile] fabrications 2020-05-05 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
It's a building full of mirrors.

[ As the name suggests, but the fact that she doesn't seen to recognize it just from that tells him plenty. So it's up to him to explain?

Great. Maybe he should just find Akira, instead.
]

It's where people newly arrived to this world showed up. It's where I arrived. Kurusu-kun, too.
kingofunification: (smirk)

gosh your Bernie is so CUTE!!!

[personal profile] kingofunification 2020-05-05 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but chuckle, trying to hid it behind his free hand before she has a chance to take it the wrong way. It's in no way a malicious laugh--Claude's just glad that no matter the circumstances, some things will always be familiar.]

I would never. [He crosses a finger over his heart, offering her a wink.] Besides, it would defeat the point of haggling if I tricked the haggler, wouldn't it.

[He sweeps his arm out in front of him, nodding his head in a mock bow.] Lead the way! If you tell me what kind of things you're looking for, I'll try to point them out to you as we go.
shinkunochou: (Default)

[personal profile] shinkunochou 2020-05-05 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
He had a gentle way of speaking that was rather comforting and had her relaxing despite her nervousness. She smiled slightly, feeling a strange prickle of pride at being useful and being listened to—no one had ever actually done that before. Her opinions and her ideas had never mattered much, not when her sister had been there to answer things instead. After all, Yae was the advisor and Sae was just...

She glanced to him anxiously and then back to the stall, nodding. The two of them? Sure, why not? As he gave his name though she paused and bowed low at the waist, as proper and polite as she’d been taught to. “I’m Kurosawa Sae,” she began, before straightening quietly and continuing with the rest of the standard greeting: “Please treat me kindly. Ah, though... I’m not sure how much of a help I really am. I just arrived here last night, so... So I’m not really familiar with this sort of place...”
kindlymeant: ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʜɪs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪs ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ (pic#7467083)

listen, sasuke is a singular joy and sansa just needs to learn that

[personal profile] kindlymeant 2020-05-05 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite being somewhat used to being on the receiving end of stares and attention, she's not quite prepared for the one this man fixes her with. It's a struggle not to balk under his careful, flat study, and where usually she manages to glean something of someone's assessment of her, she finds herself unable to discern a thing. That only unsettles her more. ]

A - guide would be most helpful, [ she replies, rallying, or attempting to. Thankfully, her even tone reveals little of her dubiousness.

She has some regrets. ]


What would you ask in return?
Edited 2020-05-05 00:56 (UTC)
shithogs: (10)

[personal profile] shithogs 2020-05-05 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She exhales, her grip on her sword relaxing. The girl that appears from beyond the trees is small, hardly threatening, but Kainé knows that doesn't mean anything. What's on the surface rarely does.]

Didn't mean to snipe your prey.

[She'd just had some aggression to work out.]

From the sounds of it, there's plenty more where that came from.

catterbrain: (010)

nailed it

[personal profile] catterbrain 2020-05-05 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[When a beautiful butterfly man intercepts the vial by means of graceful mid-air pirouette, Nashu is so taken by the spectacle that she well forgets she's done a bad thing. There's clapping abound. Mostly from Nashu, who continues to lay on the applause as the goods that attempted to leave the stratosphere are delivered back to their rightful peddler.

...or at least to that peddler's toes. Something about the next scene that unfolds spurs Nashu to begin laughing behind a hand. Though, shortly her inquisitive brain kicks back in and that same hand curls into a fist, the knuckles beginning to knock against her chin in thought.
]

That's peculiar. I was sure I heard him say his tonicks could help anyone find true love.

[ Hmmm. ]

This can only mean one thing...

[ She almost has it, a deduction! ]

His soulmate is enamored by bald heads!
heartmunculus: Help I'm alive (Come take my pulse)

[personal profile] heartmunculus 2020-05-05 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
I see...

[It distantly occurs to Sieg he's not completely sure how old he actually is anymore. It's been about a decade since he was last on anything like Earth, right? Or maybe it's been longer.]

Everything has to end eventually.

[He makes no comment on the future. He forfeited his right to that when he took the grail away. It has nothing to do with him these days.]
plasticasshole: (✧ perceiving that i'm)

[personal profile] plasticasshole 2020-05-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Where does he even start? He keeps that wrist held away from him just incase Markus decides to fire at him, and sighs.

"You're in a place called Aefenglom. People arrive through mirrors and find themselves here... though usually, there are special mirrors for that. I'm not sure why you arrived through our bathroom mirror."

He pauses, collects his thoughts. Markus may note, now that they're standing still and Connor's skin is reactivated, that he's covered in orange and blue fish scales up to the elbow of his folded up sleeves.

"As for those memories- the last thing that happened before I ended up here was that we won our freedom. You convinced me to join you... so while you were demonstrating to free our people from the camps, I went to CyberLife HQ to free the androids stored there. Humans had no choice after that. They had to listen to us."

He's under the impression that this Markus was simply from a time before Connor deviated, still.

"If you have questions about either Aefenglom or what happened back home, I can answer. But please, put down the gun."
kingofunification: (skip concern)

[personal profile] kingofunification 2020-05-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. [He hums, trying to parse together what is not being said. Of course, they were marching on Embarr, it was the last stronghold of the Empire...though, hadn't Sylvain left to defend Gautier territory shortly after Merceus...?]

I'm also campaigning for a march on Embarr, though you seem to be eluding to something that I've yet to understand.

[It's a riddle, and as much as they usual excite and frustrate him in equal measures, at the moment frustration is winning out. Maybe it's the fact that he's drenched, cold, and in a completely unknown place against his will.

He falls into step just behind Sylvain, waiting for an elaboration.]
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ryoko asakura | disappearance of nagato yuki-chan | witch

[personal profile] byherself 2020-05-05 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
an unusual arrival

[ One second, Ryoko was idly staring out of a window on her airplane, and then without warning, the interior disappeared before her eyes and she found herself pulling herself out of a fountain in town, scrambling for air.

The world was unlike anything she'd ever imagined, something that seemed like it was straight from a fantasy novel or one of Nagato-san's video games. Part of her wanted to go right ahead and enjoy what she had seen, but... wait, no, she had to figure out where she was and how she could get back, didn't she?

Ryoko shivered, catching the eye of someone passing and strolling up in her soaked outfit, trying to keep herself inconspicuous. ]


Um, hey... where-- [ She's almost immediately cut off as she sneezes into her sleeve, sniffling. ]

--Sorry. [ Great first impression, Asakura! ]

goblin market

[ Ryoko can be found later on at the Goblin Market, browsing their wares. Naturally, getting used to the sight of anything magical or out of the ordinary was hard to get used to, but there was nothing wrong with a little window shopping.

And then, one calls out to her. A merchant, with a selection of potions and vials marketed towards new witches. It was clear on Ryoko's face that she wasn't familiar with anything going on, so it made her an easier mark.

She wasn't really keen on the idea, but as their conversation went on... someone may be able to hear a portion of their conversation. ]


"I get it ma'am, you're hesitant. A very perceptive young lady like yourself would be a cautious. It must explain how you look, very refined, very composed!"

[ You might think, that's laying it on thick. No way this new girl'd fall for that. ]

Of course! [ Ryoko responds, nodding fervently. ] Oh, I've been told I look refined all the time! It's appreciated!

"And as such, a refined young lady should have this one! You see, it's usually anywhere from, 6000, 7000 cunes... but, since I feel like this was pretty much made just for you, to enhance your abilities, I can part with this for only 3000. What do you say, miss?"

[ As absurd as that sounds... Ryoko's contemplating it strongly. Half off? That was a hell of a deal. Plus, enhancing her magic straight away might not be a bad idea, if that'll help her get home.

Save her. Please. ]


wildcard?!

[ I have no idea what I'm doing. Still, I'm good at improvizing! Hit me up in a DM or [plurk.com profile] perpendicular for any plotting!]
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[personal profile] unsacrificing 2020-05-05 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Byleth really can't contain the relieved smile on his face - he hasn't seen Dimitri in so, so long, and he couldn't be there to help him when he died a brutal, anonymous death. Byleth's hand flips to press a gloved palm against Dimitri's cheek, unable to really believe he's here, alive and just a little bit sweaty.

His hand falls to his side, and he sits by Dimitri with a little bounce on the mattress.

He can't help but look down and -- oh my. [shocked pikachu.gif]

"How- are you here? Where are we?"
hopticulture: (boiling with annoyance)

[personal profile] hopticulture 2020-05-05 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Ugh, she had been planning on seeing him, but not like this. Her ear twitches a bit as Legoshi obviously scrambles for words, and while their dynamic is no doubt odd to the accoster and any other passer-bys who happen to be out at night, it at least does work to their benefit.

Because why pay attention to a bag of what is obviously blood (which, again! Haru is not going to think about right now!) when you have a small white rabbit leading a towering grey wolf around by the hand as though it's some lead.

She tugs on him a bit to follow her as he says his goodbyes, shaking her head.

It's not until they're some ways away from the stranger that Haru stops dead in her tracks.
]

What's with the bag? [Letting go of his hand, she turns around, crossing her arms.] And why are you soaked?

[AS THOUGH. THAT IS ALSO A BIG ISSUE...]
kingofunification: (pic#13966406)

[personal profile] kingofunification 2020-05-05 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[at least take him to dinner first come on He huffs by way of a laugh, trying to hide the bitter note that wanted to sing from his lungs. It had indeed been five years since he saw Dimitri like he stood before him, but it was much more recently that he saw a different Dimitri. He shakes away the memory, trying his best to offer a smile, albeit strained.]

Something like that.

[He rolls his neck, an idle moment to release tensions.] I take by your reaction this isn't the first...well, age gap you've encountered here?
npc_admin: (pic#)

[personal profile] npc_admin 2020-05-05 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Correct.

[ The ex-AI is back to feeling a little more like himself. ]

So, attempt to shape the present into something interesting. I look forward to seeing you flop around attempting to do so. [ A beat. ] Though, I must say... you seem to be a lot more helpless than most.

I'm thinking that you might be dead before long.
hopticulture: (dont judge me for my bad choices)

[personal profile] hopticulture 2020-05-05 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[She can make out the 'Sorry,' which, though tough to understand, does sound genuine, but even still she's a bit rough in pushing him off her as he splashes around, kicking up water and getting the non-soaked parts of her...soaked.

Great. This was the only outfit she had from home!

She remains sitting in the puddle, white fur now a bit brown at the edges thanks to the mud.
]

I should have...what? [Getting up, she squeezes her ear a bit, to wring water out of it.] I must have water in my ear I can barely make out what you're saying.
toremainbehind: ([128])

[personal profile] toremainbehind 2020-05-05 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[The first thing that hits him is the way he can hear her heartbeat.

It has him swallowing back saliva threatening to spill.]


Ah, I'm alright. Just a little lightheaded.

[Sort of. He seems to inch away from her, pressing a bit more against the wall. He doesn't know if he can exactly stop himself if he attacks a stranger.]
unsacrificing: (v.)

[personal profile] unsacrificing 2020-05-05 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[he shakes his head.] I didn't think it was creepy. I'm glad you thought of me.

[he doesn't deserve her kind words nor her thoughts. if he had just recruited her into his class, maybe she wouldn't have- on that fiery hill-

a deep breath.]


I hope you've been well here, where this is.
lostinshadows: ([180])

[personal profile] lostinshadows 2020-05-05 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Aefenglom.

[It'd be nice for you to apologize.

Just...even a little.]


Are you one of those people who just came through a mirror recently?
heartmunculus: Help I'm alive (Come take my pulse)

[personal profile] heartmunculus 2020-05-05 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Sieg just accepts this and doesn't even fight the "helpless" descriptor.]

It's happened more than once.