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middaeg2019-05-10 12:02 pm
catasstrophy) wrote in middaeg2019-05-10 12:02 pm
catch-all (partly open; partly closed)
Who: Konoe and friends acquaintances (and enemies, and whatever)
When: May
Where: ~around~
What: All the things! So far: herb quest with Dylas; Mrs. Mitten quest with... you?
Warnings: The general stupidity of a catboy chasing a cat? 🙀 Will edit as things come up.
Feel free to use the format/tense you're most comfortable with! I will happily adapt.
If you want to wildcard me for whatever, go right ahead. You're likely to find Konoe around the city, following the magic classes the coven's giving, maybe attempting some very minor magic in a secluded spot, sitting on a rooftop looking out over the city and trying not to feel lonely, or... very much lost because he has no sense of direction.
[closed] HERBOLOGY HELP
It's not for the reward that Konoe does this; in fact, he's not sure what the reward even is. But he's been wanting to take a look at the forest, even if it's supposed to be dangerous, and this gives him the perfect excuse to finally do it. And, since he's not alone... he doesn't have to worry about getting lost either. (Shut up.)
It's strange how much the forest feels comfortable and familiar, yet something about it is still very much off. The smell of the trees and plants is not so different than that of the world he grew up in, but there's definitely something odd on top of that, very faint and sickly sweet, yet anything but sweet at the same time. That's new. The Void never smelled like anything... but then, that only made it more dangerous.
This still feels more like home than a city ever could. Konoe appreciates the comforts of a city, but it's hard to beat scents for nostalgia.
"Follow the river in the forest, it said..." And that's what they're doing. "Do you think it's much further?" He doesn't mind either way. He's just trying to make conversation, in his own way - and perhaps trying to calm down somewhat, with that eerie sickly sweet scent lightly prickling at his nose.
[open] MRS. MITTENS
In a city full of magic and monsters, there's a wide variety of things one should expect to see, and very little that should surprise you. Even so, the sight in front of you may raise a few eyebrows.
"Hey - wait!" There's a young man with a tail and cat ears, his hood long since fallen off his head and flapping behind him like the rest of his mantle. He's running at a pretty impressive speed, jumping obstacles... and perhaps knocking over a thing or two (hopefully not a person or two) in the process, oops.
That's not really the noteworthy thing here, though. The strangest thing to note is that he's chasing... a cat. The catboy is chasing a cat.
"I'll give you milk, so come here already!" He remembers that these Cats are supposed to like milk. He has still not accepted that they apparently - supposedly - can't talk, though... and even if he did, he expects them to at least understand what he's saying.
Clearly this particular Cat is just very rude.
When: May
Where: ~around~
What: All the things! So far: herb quest with Dylas; Mrs. Mitten quest with... you?
Warnings: The general stupidity of a catboy chasing a cat? 🙀 Will edit as things come up.
Feel free to use the format/tense you're most comfortable with! I will happily adapt.
If you want to wildcard me for whatever, go right ahead. You're likely to find Konoe around the city, following the magic classes the coven's giving, maybe attempting some very minor magic in a secluded spot, sitting on a rooftop looking out over the city and trying not to feel lonely, or... very much lost because he has no sense of direction.
[closed] HERBOLOGY HELP
It's not for the reward that Konoe does this; in fact, he's not sure what the reward even is. But he's been wanting to take a look at the forest, even if it's supposed to be dangerous, and this gives him the perfect excuse to finally do it. And, since he's not alone... he doesn't have to worry about getting lost either. (Shut up.)
It's strange how much the forest feels comfortable and familiar, yet something about it is still very much off. The smell of the trees and plants is not so different than that of the world he grew up in, but there's definitely something odd on top of that, very faint and sickly sweet, yet anything but sweet at the same time. That's new. The Void never smelled like anything... but then, that only made it more dangerous.
This still feels more like home than a city ever could. Konoe appreciates the comforts of a city, but it's hard to beat scents for nostalgia.
"Follow the river in the forest, it said..." And that's what they're doing. "Do you think it's much further?" He doesn't mind either way. He's just trying to make conversation, in his own way - and perhaps trying to calm down somewhat, with that eerie sickly sweet scent lightly prickling at his nose.
[open] MRS. MITTENS
In a city full of magic and monsters, there's a wide variety of things one should expect to see, and very little that should surprise you. Even so, the sight in front of you may raise a few eyebrows.
"Hey - wait!" There's a young man with a tail and cat ears, his hood long since fallen off his head and flapping behind him like the rest of his mantle. He's running at a pretty impressive speed, jumping obstacles... and perhaps knocking over a thing or two (hopefully not a person or two) in the process, oops.
That's not really the noteworthy thing here, though. The strangest thing to note is that he's chasing... a cat. The catboy is chasing a cat.
"I'll give you milk, so come here already!" He remembers that these Cats are supposed to like milk. He has still not accepted that they apparently - supposedly - can't talk, though... and even if he did, he expects them to at least understand what he's saying.
Clearly this particular Cat is just very rude.
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World-longing status: it's complicated. His ears turning sideways, lowering a little, Konoe tries to figure out how much to say.
"A lot of things were happening there that are over now. If I go back, I don't know if they'll still be over, or if I'll be stuck in them all over again."
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"Do you think this place would turn back time somehow? Or that you would just have been gone for so long that things will have fallen apart?"
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That sounds really ego-trippy, doesn't it? There's really no other way to put it, though. Konoe turned out to be the legendary cursed cat, said to bring about the end of the world. Even if he no longer seems to be cursed here and now, there's no telling what might happen when he goes back to a world where Leaks is.
"... You think that could happen? Going back to the same point in time."
Time shenanigans aren't something he's ever considered. He wonders if that would be preferable over a lot of time having passed... It would at least leave people less worried about his disappearance, probably.
But maybe expecting them to be all that worried in the first place is conceited.
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She doesn't comment on the "I'd be there" bit, but she does file it away for later. That's interesting.
"It's entirely possible that if we make it back to where we came from, we'll have been gone for centuries..."
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"That's the exact opposite of what you said." No, actually, it's just the exact opposite of the one option she listed that Konoe clung to like a fool, in spite of knowing better. If he goes back, he'd rather go back to the same point in time... even if he's not sure that's best for his world.
"... If it's going to be centuries, I have no reason to go back at all." He doesn't care about his world. All he cares about - maybe! a little! - is a few people in it. If they're gonna be dead and gone, what does he even have to go back to?
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"And I didn't say it would be centuries, just that there's the potential for time to run differently here then it does back home - where ever and when ever home happens to be. It's not a fact, not confirmed, and I can't even tell you if it will actually happen, but it is a possibility!"
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There's nothing wrong with what she says, but it frustrates him a little all the same. He sighs. "We really don't know anything for sure." Not only do they not have any answers, but they don't know what questions to ask, a lot of the time - and even when they do, they don't know who to ask them to.
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She pauses again.
"Does that make sense? I'm not sure I'm telling it right."
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It makes sense, but he forces himself to stop thinking about it. There's definitely nothing that can be given shape in his Void, so whether there are parallels with his world or not, there is definitely no direct relation.
"... It makes sense." Sorta kinda. That doesn't mean he doesn't have a few questions, though. "Why is it so bad that you changed?"
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Yes, she thinks she's talking to a mortal. No, that won't stop her being a bit condescending.
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He's just saying. That's not what he feels - he doesn't know her world, and he has no opinion about it one way or the other - but that sure is how her words had read to him.
Don't diss on mortals, they may diss back. (Not that Konoe is actually offended, but he'll still defend his non-existent not-actual-territory this much.)
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She doesn't honestly know. She wasn't part of the creation nor was she present for it. She's mostly... guessing. So she shrugs.
"I don't have anything against mortals, you understand, they're just... very short-lived, aren't they?"
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"It's being short-lived that makes life worth it." He is absolutely a mortal, and largely okay with that. "There's no point in enjoying what you have, if you already know you're going to have it forever."
... That's a slightly dark and twisted way of looking at a philosophical staple, probably, but Konoe considers it true enough.
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You know, the way where she's going to live forever.
"I don't think I'd enjoy the prospect of actually dying forever."
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Living has always been a struggle for survival. He's not ready to give up on it yet, and he won't be for a long time. But eventually, decades from now? It's nice to know there'll be an end.
"Everything ends, sooner or later. That's how it's supposed to be."
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No fae has ever died of old age. Yet.
"Maybe we do, but we just live for a very, very long time..."
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What of Iramaat, though? Should he envy her? Pity her? He can't seem to pick, but ironically not knowing what to think makes him feel a little closer to her.
"... If that's true, you can't call yourself immortal anymore." That's. A joke. It's sort of a joke, not-quite-needling her.
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"But until proven otherwise, I will choose to believe that we are!"
She likes that. It's more entertaining. She shoots him a little smile, "And while you might think differently, I like myself as I am. How could I be anything but?"
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Now he's definitely teasing; he just can't help it. Envy or pity or whatever he should be feeling, the oddly reassuring thing is how they both don't have much a clue about their death and/or lack thereof. Maybe that's a weird thing to feel somewhat united over, but it is what it is.
"I like myself the way I am, too!" Which comes out a little defensively, but is true all the same. Or... 99% true. His eyes flick over his shoulder, to his stupid crooked-tipped tail. "Well... you're stuck with yourself, anyway. If you don't like yourself, who will?"
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She leans over and nudges him with an elbow, "No one, of course. So live for yourself and enjoy it while it lasts. That's the joy of it, isn't it?"
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That's probably not what she was talking about at all with the whole 'living for himself' thing, of course. But he finds his thoughts drifting back to his friends (and 'friends') from home more often than he'd like, in places like this, and when allowing his thoughts to drift in general.
She's still right, though. He can't exactly drag his old friends here, and he's been doing pretty well in this city, all things considered. He'll be fine.
"Right." It's a promise to himself as much as her, and with that, he stands up on the roof, staring down over the city once more as his tail gives a soft swish in determination. "Time to do more of that living thing."
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"Good! There you are!" She exclaims happily, "Now you've got the spirit!"
She may not have intended to inspire him, not really, but she'll accept it. It's fun to watch, after all, and maybe he'll get up to something interesting during his "living" and she'll have a chance to watch. Or even participate. And he'll have a fond memory of her - or at least a positive one.
Well done, all around, if she does say so herself.
"I'll leave you to it, shall I?"