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aefenglom log posting account ([personal profile] faileas) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-12-11 04:30 am

Event Log: December, A Friendly Competition & Modranicht

Event Log: December, A Friendly Competition & Modranicht

I. A Friendly Competition (14th - 16th)

    To those who spend their time with Aefenglom's Wilders, they'll notice them quite excited as the day of the Not-So-Annual Grand Scavenger Hunt approaches. It's set to be Wilders vs Mirrorbound, and even those who aren't participating are discussing it like a spectator sport and placing bets on one side or the other, based on whose wilderness skills they think will win out.

    At noon on the 14th, participants meet at a small outpost just outside the city to check in, where those without partners are paired up, and each duo or trio is given a bundle of items: a list -- on a paper enchanted against moisture and tearing -- of the challenges to be completed, in no particular order; a map of this area of the Wilde marked with general locations for where each challenge can be found - not small area by any means!; three emergency flares, should they find trouble; a small med-kit with basic first aid supplies; and a bag to hold their retrieved items in, which can be turned in at the same outpost at any point during the 48 hours of the competition. You are responsible for your own camping gear if you stay out overnight. At least it's summer out there!

    Once everyone has been given their kits, the event begins, setting participants scattering off into the woods to track down and complete any of the listed challenges. The Wilders are highly competitive, wanting to bring a win to their side in the first Scavenger Hunt in a few years, and some of them will do anything (short of murder or grievous injury - they don't mean anyone true harm) to nab more points or sabotage the other side. Watch out for your opponents trying to thieve your item bags, trick you into getting lost, or setting off natural obstacles that will slow you down! All's fair in love and scavenger hunts though - it's not against the rules for you to sabotage them back!

    Mirrorbound Witches need to watch out as well - the competition takes place during the new moon, and this month, it's going to be difficult for even experienced Witches to control their super-charged magic. Backfires, fizzling out of spells, etc. are all expected - from you, but not from the native Witches on the other team, whose magic is only weaker on the new moons.

      a. Challenge 1: Pearl of Wisdom
        A broad lake can be found some miles to the east, the water glittering and inviting, if dark enough that you can't see the bottom of it even on a clear day. The brief outlines a species of clam found at the bottom of this lake, numerous, big as dinner plates, and bearing massive, iridescent black pearls, prized for beauty and their properties in illusion spells when ground into dust. One of these pearls is your target. The clams are uninfected and generally safe to handle, protected by their hard shells. The brief does not warn, however, about the troupe of white-eyed Merrow Shades that live in the lake and jealously guard this treasure. They use their shrill singing voices to muddle minds and urge trespassers to drown themselves, and they're viciously adept at fighting both on land and in the water.


      b. Challenge 2: Willow Bark
        The bark of a willow tree, infused with magic, has some fair pain relief properties. The maps are marked with the location of a willow grove, largely untouched by Cwyld, where participants in this challenge are required to collect at least a hand's length worth of bark. The main problem, not mentioned in the brief, is that the real willow trees are interspersed through a grove of numerous toxic Impostor Willows, which look exactly alike, but whose bark has opposing properties - it causes horrible pain when prepared and consumed, and causes ugly rashes when you peel it from the tree. Find the bark of the real willows using observations of the area - insects and small creatures tend to avoid the impostors - or, less recommended, by... testing them yourself...


      c. Challenge 3: Track & Observe
        You have been given an enchanted tracking collar in your item bag for this one. Without harming the creature, place the collar on a Neeklur; these will be used for tracking purposes to study their movements and behaviors. The Neeklur is a breed of small, nocturnal marsupial. They have developed a unique relationship with a type of bush that grows into tall hedges, which spread across sparse, open areas where there are few trees and plenty of sunlight for these aggressively spreading plants. Neeklurs make their nests in the heart of such natural hedge mazes, where they can sleep safely during the day, when the hedges quite literally move around on their own, rearranging the paths between them in, it seems, no discernible pattern, making it quite difficult to find your way around if you aren't careful to mark your path. Without direct sunlight, the hedges are dormant, but be warned that the timid, sleepy Neeklurs transform into long-clawed, screeching little beasts at night. They are extremely territorial, and defend their home as a horde.


      d. Challenge 4: Tree Elk Antlers
        Tree Elk, found in the lush woods, are sporting flourishing green-leaved antlers during the Wilde summer. Retrieve a branch from a Tree Elk's antlers with the leaves still lush and intact to win this challenge. Hurting the beast in any way, even emotionally (they're easily traumatized by a small fright) will cause the leaves to shrivel up, turn brown and/or fall right off. You'll have to figure out how to gain its trust and get close enough to it to take a small branch as a willing gift. Don't worry, breaking off a small branch of antler won't hurt it, and these intelligent, if timid, creatures are happy to bestow them as gifts upon those who have earned them.


      e. Challenge 5: Singing Shrooms
        At the base of an old, sprawling oak, deep in the forest, is a symphony of mushrooms. Literally. These fungi come in all shapes, sizes, colors... and keys. They sing. In fact, they never shut up. You may find them easily enough by their eerie, discordant song, but finding the right one in that cacophony is a difficult task. Many different types of singing mushrooms cluster together, and may or may not be infected. Cwyld doesn't affect their outward appearance, but it does change their tune - we're only looking for the uninfected ones that sing a particular song in a particular key. Pick the right type of mushroom off the tree and bring it back. Though, watch out for the ones with teeth. And the ones that emit poison spores. Or hallucinogens. There are so many mushrooms on that tree.


      All retrieved items must be stashed in the given bags and turned in to the small outpost where the event started by Deceuer 16th at noon. From there, Rilla Sparks and her organizers will count each team's contributions and tally up points. There will be back-slaps and congratulations for a job well done, and drinks to celebrate! Prizes will be mailed out to the winners within a couple of weeks.

      The prize list will go up on January 1st and each participant who submits an in-progress or completed thread tackling at least one challenge will get to pick what they want for their character!
II. Modranicht (21st - 23rd)

    Modranicht proper begins on the 21st, and the days leading up to it are a frenzy of festivity. Homes are often decorated with sprigs of greenery and, less traditional, ribbons, and many shops begin holding sales on their giftable wares. This holiday is celebrated as a time spent with family and other loved ones; traditionally, all meals should be taken with others, and those who eat alone are said to find bad luck in the coming months. Those who can are delighted to pull strangers in to have lunch or dinner with them, should they seem like they're a little lonely around this time of year.

    Especially in the neighborhood adjacent to the Haven, those people who came over from Dorchacht over a year ago, who are doing fairly well for themselves these days, are thrilled to have their Mirrorbound neighbors over for a hot drink or a meal and a spot of catching up. They heard what happened with Morgana a couple months back, nasty business, horrible woman, that, and for the most part, they seem quite comfortable with the idea that she's dead now. "I wouldn't move back," most say, "but it's good to know they're really free of her."

    The ones most in need this season are those orphans in the Harbor District, though efforts by the Mirrorbound Council and others to better care for many of the parentless kids there have improved spirits, making kids playing and laughing a more common sight. Still, many of those rascals haven't lost their mischievous streaks: some little ones are quite likely to try and pickpocket you as you pass through, or pelt you with snowballs, but gifts or candy can perhaps soften their demeanor. They're just kids, after all.

      a. Kiss-tletoe Redux
        While many of the decorations adorning shopfronts and houses are simple wreaths and garlands of pine, holly, and ivy, enchanted mistletoe is absolutely littered around the city, dangling in doorways, hung up on walls, hanging from the eaves of rooftops. Strings of it zigzag over the streets, hung from lampposts. This is a festive tradition that will be familiar to some. When two people pass under a sprig of mistletoe together, they're supposed to kiss, and the enchantments on many of those sprigs encourage it. Some will stick the pair's feet to the ground until they do so, some will just very lightly compel a smooch, whether it's on the mouth, the hand, the cheek, the forehead, or anywhere else. It's all in good fun, though - none of the enchantments are difficult to break, should one really not want to lock lips: you just have to destroy the mistletoe sprig you're under.

        Careful about getting stuck in public, unless you enjoy being the center of attention in a crowd! Other passers-by will loudly cheer or jeer you and your mistletoe-mate on until a kiss is had! Be wary too, of pranksters who will actively push two people under a sprig, laughing all the while.

      b. Craft Fair
        Gift-giving is an important tradition during Modranicht. It's considered only proper to present something to each of your loved ones, as a token of your care and affection for them. Handmade gifts are still widely regarded as the best, because it shows your effort in creating something just for them, so while shops may be having sales for purchased gifts, they're also trying to drum up more business again in the form of crafting lessons. Most businesses will set up tables in their shops, and for a small fee at the door (to cover materials), an instructor will show a group of people how to make something related to whatever the shop offers for sale. All materials are provided, and attendees get to take home what they make to give to friends or loved ones. Some of these even include small enchantments, such as carved wooden birds that actually fly, or timepieces that announce the time in funny voices. Witches are encouraged to learn the spell and help their Monster friends by enchanting their creation for them, but the instructors will do it as well if needed.

        If you have a crafty talent of your own, it's easy to make some good money this season by setting up your own lessons on how to make whatever you're good at. Space is available, though it's up to you to source your materials and decide your fee. All the rage in the Western Residential District, where Mirrorbound are generally regarded as friends and neighbors, is objects and styles that come from other worlds. They absolutely want to learn from you and be able to give their loved ones something new and exciting.

      c. Eat, Drink & Be Merry
        All meals during Modranicht should be eaten with another person, according to tradition. Many families and groups of friends have their own feasts during the holiday, but all are invited to a city-wide feast as well, on the 23rd. Located in a park enchanted to be more spacious than normal, long tables piled with food rest beneath festively-decorated, open tents, and every resident of Aefenglom is welcome to come and have a plate, from the richest to the poorest - all except those often-infected residents of the Outer City. It begins at noon and goes well into the evening, and people come and go as they please, enjoying the food and the holiday cheer.

        It isn't required, but many citizens bring a dish to add to the tables, meant to be shared - usually a special family recipe. Mirrorbound are encouraged to share traditional food from their own homes (or close approximations of it), if they want to - many are highly interested in customs from other worlds, and some challenge each other (or you!) to try every single dish on the massive tables.

        The festivities don't extend past the Bright Wall, unfortunately, but the people of the Outer City, who don't have much to begin with, can be found having their own feast on hunted game and pilfered vegetables, trying to scrape up some cheer for themselves. Most groups won't turn Mirrorbound away as long as you've brought a big enough dish to share, welcoming you into the fold to bad-mouth those hoity-toity inner city folks, but some rare clusters of residents can be hateful at this time of year, made somewhat bitter by your privilege and their lack.



    Welcome to December's events, A Friendly Competition and Modranicht! As always, feel free to make your own logs, wildcard different prompts on this one, etc. It isn't too late to join in the scavenger hunt still, for those who didn't get the chance to sign up! That prize list will go up on January 1st and will only require an in-progress or completed thread to prove participation. As always, if you have any questions, please direct them here, and happy holidays, Aefenglom!

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QUESTIONS

[personal profile] moustre 2020-12-11 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
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lan wangji // the untamed

[personal profile] taciturnly 2020-12-12 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
𝟙. 𝔸 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕃𝕐 ℂ𝕆𝕄ℙ𝔼𝕋𝕀𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ

( if you’re looking for a partner, look elsewhere. lan wangji stands very much alone and appears absolutely intent on remaining so. resting bitch face on, one arm secured behind his back, he soon departs on his not-so-merry-way, as graceful as ever. honestly, it almost looks like a chore--why is he even participating at all. because!! appearances are sometimes deceptive, and underneath his cold-ish demeanor, there’s a little flame that dances and crackles and burns desperate to rise higher.

he won’t turn down any help, if anyone crosses his path. just don’t expect lengthy conversations. )


𝟚. ℂℍ𝔸𝕃𝕃𝔼ℕ𝔾𝔼: 𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊ℍℝ𝕆𝕆𝕄𝕊

( the cutest little things that have ever sung, to be sure. only topped by singing bunnies, but he’s yet to witness any. if you do find any, you’ll be his best friend forever. sorry wei ying

lan wangji’s currently sitting poised and cross-legged on the ground, guqin on his thighs. and he plays. with them. for them. it’s hard to tell from a distance, but he’s actually listening, mimicking the notes, trying to catch and pinpoint the various dissonances. he’s a bit of a virtuoso when it comes to music, and he plucks the strings in hopes that his knowledge might ultimately serve. )


𝟛. 𝕂𝕀𝕊𝕊-𝕋𝕃𝔼𝕋𝕆𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔻𝕌𝕏 [closed to wei wuxian]

( they sure don’t serve their tea like they do back home around here. or was it really tea. it burned his throat on its way down, and an hour later, lan wangji struggles to walk in a straight line, shushing people as he staggers through the crowd. they’re all so noisy. everything is noisy--his heartbeat, mostly, when he ultimately spots wei wuxian. surrounded, as usual. he shushes louder as he slowly makes his way there, wearing a hard but completely inoffensive frown. what’s that in his hand? food. and it smells awfully good, too, tastes even better in his mouth after he snatches a piece without warning.

until it doesn’t, and burns wilder than the strange tea he’s had earlier. )


𝟜. 𝔼𝔸𝕋, 𝔻ℝ𝕀ℕ𝕂 & 𝔹𝔼 𝕄𝔼ℝℝ𝕐

( if you stumble upon lan wangji, you might find him walking around the park, gazing in subtle wonderment (a rare sight) at his surroundings, the decorations and overall festivities.

you might also find him at a table, drinking tea, and standing out a little maybe, because he doesn’t quite take part in the joyous cacophony.

or you might find him somewhere drunk out of his mind, pitifully singing this version of “all i want for christmas is you”. he’s a musician, not a singer, yet he hums and warbles every note, and every word, no matter how foreign. where has he heard it? who the hell is santa? doesn't matter. he sings from the heart, a little moisture at the corners of his eyes, lips cast downward. )


(ooc: lan wangji went through a canon regression a lil over a month ago, so his memories are a bit fragmented. forgive him if he doesn't quite remember you! he's also ~16 years younger, and a bit more constipated, emotionally wise. if you'd like to plot anything more, PM me or poke me @ [plurk.com profile] guqinstring ♥)
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3, ofc

[personal profile] weiward 2020-12-12 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[it's that time of year when a lot of beverages get a little extra warmth added to them, tea included. wei wuxian still holds a cup of it in his hand - more warmth than tea. and he deliberately takes a sip of it when he sees lan wangji delicately teetering his way, so that the warmth that spreads through his body and through their renewed bond can be blamed on said alcohol and nothing else.]

Finished? Did you find something for your brother?

[that is why they went out, right? so lan wangji could drink some tea and wei wuxian could sample some wine. ...so why is it that lan wangji is the one who seems drunk? the puca blinks at the taller man swaying in front of him, mouth dropping open as he impulsively samples his bonded's super spicy treat.]

Ahhh, Lan Zhan, did you decide to risk it all tonight?

[funny he should ask that, with a sprig of red and green hanging right above them. wei wuxian sighs before smiling up at him, while also trying to hold him steady by the wrists.]

What'll I do if you're sick tomorrow? And hungover? People are going to say that I've been a bad influence on you again. I can almost hear your uncle now. 'Lan Zhan - didn't I warn you about befriending the evil that is Wei Wuxian? Do you want but a single hair left in my beard!'

[using his puca mimicky, his voice sounds eerily like lan qiren's. but wei wuxian only laughs when he's finished, and tries to dab some spicy sauce from the corner of the witch's mouth.]
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viren / the dragon prince / ota

[personal profile] bloodwit 2020-12-12 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
i. mistletoe;
[ it turns out that trying one's luck at navigating for the craft fair is a dangerous affair -- viren's just dipping beneath an eave of a rooftop, the bustling noise of others enjoying their shopping near, when his feet stick. his eyes widen as he hears the ringing laugh of a spectator coupled with unwelcome encouragement. his gaze drifts upward to catch sight of the mistletoe -- ah, this again -- and then back down to whoever he's been temporarily trapped alongside. ]

While these plants aren't my doing... [ viren's mouth deeps into a frown, intent on ignoring any spectators. this is embarrassing. ] ... I do feel compelled to apologize for our onlookers' behavior.

ii. craft fair;
[ the craft fair, even if viren had kept his standards horrendously low, isn't yet a disappointment. there is something gratifying in the idea that he can either purchase or create something both magical and wholly unique for someone -- he hasn't been particularly mindful of traditions here, at times wholly due to forgetfulness. ]

[ but this year could be different. he's among many, eyeing the various wares for crafting oneself or for purchase -- and he noticeably spends an agonizingly long time perusing. he needs, must find the absolute perfect gifts. he displays an eerie level of attention as he picks up various items, studies them, replaces them -- so much so that he does end up bumping into the occasional passerby, or generally seems to have a complete disregard his surroundings. ]

iii. snowfight;
[ viren's had a day as he ends up feeling everyday when he has to suffer the season that is, unfortunately, winter. it's on his way back from the fair, having been jeered at by those that seem to enjoy the spectacle of unwilling mistletoe participants a little too much, that he'd ambled into contested snowball territory. a child smacks him in the back of his head with a snowball, and oh my god. he's had it. ]

[ he wheels about on the spot, wings flaring, a fire in his eyes. ]

[ and then there's several seconds in which viren scoops up a load of fresh powder, struggles to pack it into a proper snowball, and instead has it fall apart between his fingers. he ignores being pelted by more snowballs in the meanwhile, snow getting in his hair and coating his furs. his second try is more yielding: it's mostly a clump of icy old snow.

weakly, aimlessly, he chucks it into the air.
]

Hahh-!

[ poor enough is his focus in this weather that it's ultimately lobbed in an unintentional direction, missing his prey. apologies to anyone that may inadvertently a target instead. ]
iv. wildcard!

( hit me with whatever! )
Edited 2020-12-12 04:33 (UTC)
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Craft Fair

[personal profile] fuelingfire 2020-12-12 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lahabrea needs no lessons on how to make things. He could once upon a time, actually create things, not simply shape matter this way or that. Which means he has some level of disdain for mortal craftsmanship - but that hasn't kept him from reluctantly leaving home at the behest of his neighbors to see what this craft fair is about.

And by now he's picked up several small and very specific items he intended to repurpose. The crimson mask is ever in place, but now simple black hooded robes did just fine, of a rough but sturdy fabric that hid most but not all of his changes. The long reptilian but exceedingly feathery tail saw to that, a vivid and ever-moving splash of crimson and brass.

As Viren examines an item and puts it back, apparently having decided it isn't good enough, Lahabrea plucks it up - there's a small chip of amethyst at the heart of it, and that he's interested in. Just interested ... there's no signs of the keen hoarding hunger of a dragon that's found something they WANT.]


Have you seen more of these?

[His voice isn't exactly pleasant to the ear, a little gravelly and a touch hoarse. Viren's a dragon, no mistaking that. Lahabrea would be, in time, but if there's any instinctive hostility to another of his 'kind' it's very well hidden. The small item is held in a gloved hand, the tiny amethyst flashing.]

The little stone.

Edited (OH MY GOD BRACKETS DIE DIE DIE) 2020-12-12 17:02 (UTC)
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Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts

[personal profile] darkcharge 2020-12-12 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( Competition: Tree Elk Antlers )

[ If there is really one thing that Vanitas doesn't have issues with, it is attracting animals. Though his attempts to become proficient at the healing arts - something he had severely lacked back "home" - it has given him a rather calm aura despite his nature. By now he's gotten used to the fact that all he has to really do is be patient and animals usually find his way towards him and doesn't bother to question it anymore.

Thus what he does is simply find the tracks of these elk and wait. Vanitas is far milder than he once was, his bonds making the necessary repairs to his heart has calmed him down drastically. He's not as volatile. Thus one of the elk does take notice and seems to be approaching...

Please don't interrupt. Or do and make his like difficult. Your choice! ]



( Kisstletoe )

[ For the most part, Vanitas had avoided all contact with the festivities of the holidays last year. That's why he has no idea what is happening with all of the little plants being strung up all over the place. Honestly, he's just trying to inspect them when someone happens to come across him. ]

What are these stupid little plants?

[ One of the natives also happens to be there. They gasp and chide Vanitas and whoever happens to be with them about not adhering to a much beloved tradition. Then they shove both poor souls - Vanitas and you - right under the sprig! ]

Wha -

[ Now kiss is what they say and Vanitas? Well he doesn't really look too pleased depending upon who has been suckered into this with him ]

( ooc: all smooches will be either on the cheek or forehead! )


( Craft Fair )

[ Van is never one to pass up the opportunity to learn to do something. This time it doesn't seem like it's really something that would be useful in the future, but fun. He's working on learning how to cut loose and allow himself to have a bit of fun. Thus he can be found making little wooden birds that, at first, don't resemble birds very well. It takes practice!

Or perhaps one can find Vanitas meandering about the shops. Perhaps he is trying to find those last couple of gifts. ]



( Snowballs )

[ No one should be surprised that Vanitas does not take well to children. He's never really been a child himself. So when the orphaned kids think to start throwing snowballs at him, he turns around and does it right back! Of course the kids don't seem to mind, since they think that Vanitas is playing with them in return. Anyone who knows Van must realize that he's just trying to get them back at starting this mess!

At least... Until one stray snowball sees fit to hit a passerby in the back of the head. The kids seems to want to scatter, but Vanitas? He stands there with a snowball in hand. Caught red-handed.

Oops? ]



( Wildcard )

[ Hit me up with anything! You know what to do! ]
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Soundwave | Transformers IDW

[personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2020-12-12 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
i - Tree Elk Antlers

[Soundwave has learned a new spell from class, a spell that allows him to befriend animals easily, and this challenge provides the perfect opportunity to try it out. Though he may have the form that could easily frighten most living beings, animals especially, by exuding a calm demeanor, applying the spell, and with some patience, one of the elk may approach him. There was no need to use the avatar for this session.

So, after he tracks down these creatures, he waits for one to approach him. And when it does, he's mindful to not make any sudden movement that could scare it off and will test out his magic when it's near enough. Will you get in the way between the 7' tall robot and the elk or will you just watch?]


ii - Kiss-tletoe Redux

[Soundwave is silently meandering the bustling street in his holoavatar, mostly ignoring the joy and cheers from the people enjoying the holiday, when his feet suddenly sticks. Surprised, he blinks down to his feet, tries to lift them off the ground with no result, before sighing and looking around his surrounding for whoever's pranking him. At least he thought it was a prankster. But then there's laughter and encouragements from the onlookers, eyes blinking rapidly, staring at them with a confused look on the avatar's face, failing to notice the sprig right above the avatar.]

What are they going on about? [Maybe you, whoever's trapped with this "young woman" could help?]

iii - Snowball Fight

[Soundwave normally isn't the kind of bot to join in the fun (unless a friend probed him enough) nor is he very competitive. But he has only so much patience for a bunch of orphaned kids pelting the avatar's face with snowballs that even he starts to return fire, quickly scooping up a snowball and hits one of the kids. Of course they just think that the avatar is finally in on the fun and playing with them, but really he's just getting back at these unruly tiny fleshlings for the annoyance. Promise

Hurling one snowball after another while dodging any that comes his way, Soundwave's gotten lost in the fun until one misaimed throw inadvertently hits right into a passerby's face. Ah. The orphaned kids saw it and immediately make a run for it, leaving Soundwave to take the blame on his own.]


Wildcard

[Hit me with your own prompt.]
Edited 2020-12-12 22:01 (UTC)
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drunk lwj is a child

[personal profile] taciturnly 2020-12-12 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( it’s a little hard to think when your entire face is on fire, your thoughts muddled, and your sight taken by the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen. they’re so pretty to look at, too, long lashes and specks of gold, so warm they irradiate where his stomach already sizzles. he doesn’t notice the greenery above, eclipsed by the splendor he drifts towards, eyes watery from the spicy leftovers on his tongue. brother who? risk what. he came here with tunnel vision, no idea of why, but he doesn’t really need a reason when wei wuxian is involved, because they’re bonded now, and that’s how things work around here. it’s the rules. lan wangi likes those. kind of. he was taught to, anyway, his own path to happiness through the cracks of his fissured façade, but then wei wuxian’s voice changes and his own eyes widen cold, blinking stupefied. )

Shīfù…?. ( people say many things. many of them don’t really make sense, but he can’t say that out loud. wei wuxian isn’t evil, and lan wangji frowns half-mad, half-confused, until his gaze darkens distant and glum and his shoulders slump under invisible pressure, his back momentarily throbbing. wei wuxian’s face seems just as hazy as his own vision, and he mutters under his breath, voice cracked: ) What is white… and what is black?

( can’t he just stay here, right in the middle, where a familiar touch grazes the corner of his mouth, and a familiar scent makes him feel closer to home again? wei ying. with fur, not a beard. still not evil, and his gaze slightly refocuses, lips curling into a pout now as he briefly closes his eyes shut and remembers the awful sting on his tongue. it hurts. ) It hurts. ( see? and to better demonstrate, he opens his mouth wide, certain the flames will burst forth. ) Inside.
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yan bingyun | joy of life

[personal profile] bingyun 2020-12-12 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
track & observe.

[yan bingyun is coming dangerously close to enjoying these challenges, but he feels well-suited for this one in particular. it requires patience and a watchful eye, much like being a spy.

this should be easy.

he finds a clump of the hedges around dusk, which is perfect timing according to what he's been told. bingyun crouches, and there he watches and waits until the first little neeklur makes its appearance. he grips the collar tightly, but reminds himself that this requires a gentle approach.]


Not another step.

[he whispers at the sound of another's approach. maybe it's someone else looking to mark this challenge off their list. or maybe it's the neeklur's parents, siblings, neighbors and cousins, with their beady little eyes set on yan bingyun. either way he might need some help.]

kiss-tletoe redux.

[he's ignoring the encouraging cheers around him. these observers obviously knew about this enchanted sprig and didn't bother to cut it down, or even warn people who innocently stepped underneath it. bingyun will certainly pick up their slack once he's free, but first -

he has to get free. by now he understands what must be done to break the enchantment. he looks at the person that he's trapped with, the corners of his mouth tugging down uncertainly.]


I won't force anything on you. If you choose to stand here until you die, I'll do the same.

snowball fight.

[no one, but no one, needs a snowball upside the head more than yan bingyun. fan xian would happily do the honors if he was here, but since he's not, someone else must take up the challenge.

he stops in his tracks when it hits, eyes widening before he looks down at the snow on his shoulder. yan bingyun spins on his heels and just narrowly avoids taking the next one to the face.]


This...you've declared war!

[he drops to one knee, scooping some of the cold powdery stuff up in his fist. he might be confident in his aim, but snowball fights aren't like archery. some of his throws are sure to go astray...]

wildcard.

[you lead, i'll follow!]
prettyrocks: (heroforge 6)

kiss-tletoe

[personal profile] prettyrocks 2020-12-12 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tsutha had gone to see Mr. Yan, to pass along everything she'd heard at the Café that week. But when he'd said he wanted to meet up, she doubts this is what he had in mind. ]

Uh. I mean... I have things I kind of would rather do than just stand here for the rest of forever.

[ Tsutha either didn't hear what the key was to break the enchantment, or she just forgot. So she looks down at Bingyun with an eyebrow raised. ]

So what do we do?
geiz: (i hate tokiwa sougo; king of time)

kiss-tletoe redux.

[personal profile] geiz 2020-12-12 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard not to sigh with the predicament Geiz is in. He doesn't know Yan Bingyun, but he appreciates that he's giving Geiz a choice in all this. And choice matters a lot to him. That's why he crosses his arms and shakes his head ]

Thanks, but I'm fine with it as long as we keep it short and simple.
weiward: (pic#13605477)

the most lovable you mean

[personal profile] weiward 2020-12-13 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan, have you been drinking?

[he catches it at the end of lan wangji's babbling, the faintest whiff of alcohol that isn't his alcohol. which means he can't put out the flames on his tongue with what he holds in his hand. that would just be adding fuel to the fire in all sorts of ways. he'll just have to come up with something else. and he will. wei wuxian is nothing if not innovative.]

You shouldn't have eaten that in the first place, you're from Gusu!

[as if that explains it all, which it kinda does. lan wangji has a tamer, more sheltered palate. wei wuxian cups his face in his hand, tiptoeing to actually check his mouth and tongue for any damage.]

Come on, let's find some water for you.

[he takes his hand to lead him, and at first he blames the resistance on his bandmate's stubbornness. but after looking back at him, wei wuxian realizes that he can't move either.]

Lan Zhan, I think someone's playing a trick on us.

[here, just play with his ear while he looks around for the guilty party, from left to right and finally up, where he spots the green and the berries.

and, from a helpful someone in the crowd, the cry of 'kiss him!' goes up.]
bingyun: (pic#14117676)

[personal profile] bingyun 2020-12-13 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[he was looking forward to her report. after thinking it over, he's come to the conclusion that she could be pretty promising when it comes to gathering information. she's friendly and unassuming, the kind of person one might drop their guard around. and now they have to deal with us first.]

From what I've gathered, the plant is some form of mild aphrodisiac. Its purpose is to make us kiss.

[he puts it as plainly as he can, waiting to see if that changes her mind.

it also makes him wonder about something else.]


The men on your world, are they also green and tall?
bloodwit: (just hang with me)

[personal profile] bloodwit 2020-12-13 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ as one who's been fixated by the sudden dragonic call of want a number of times, viren would certainly know its signs. having been moving onto to studying the next crafted item, its handiwork and its materials, it's the unique pitch of the stranger's voice draws him from his focus. ]

[ lahabrea receives a look. ]

An amethyst?

[ his gaze skirts over what he's already seen, recalling each - eventually, there's a minute shake of his head. ]

Not many. I'd imagine you would have better success at a jeweler's.
bingyun: (pic#14117680)

[personal profile] bingyun 2020-12-13 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[short and simple. yan bingyun appreciates the practical, almost detached approach. it's very much his style. but then he remembers exactly what they're talking about here, and turns slightly more human despite himself.]

'It'... [bingyun repeats, lifting his eyes slowly.] Have you ever...with another man?
stopfen: (A heat envelops my trembling neck)

mistletoe

[personal profile] stopfen 2020-12-13 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Mikasa just wanted to shop. Why this? She doesn't even realise who was caught in the 'trap' with her at first. Mouth opening to show clenched teeth as she hissed. She'd just wanted to pick up some food, it was all in the paper bag she was clutching to her chest like a lifeline. Fortunately, there was nothing fragile other than a now squished loaf.

Though the voice finally makes her look up and... up. The dragon being this close really showed off how tall he was huh?

Then as soon as she meets his eyes, she frowned turning her head to scowl at the wall. She'd been caught a few times by this dumb kissing thing, she knew how it worked. Kiss and move on but... they hadn't and she could pull her foot from the ground. Even if her wings fluttered, she was glued to the spot.

After that attempt of flying away to freedom.]


...I wonder if they'll get bored.
Edited 2020-12-13 00:32 (UTC)
fuelingfire: (pic#14328215)

[personal profile] fuelingfire 2020-12-13 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound never really changes. Some people simply don't have pleasant voices to listen to, as a stark contrast to all the smooth, alluring tones that exist in the city. Unfortunate that the changes he experiences did nothing to help.

If he takes offense to being looked up and down, there's little sign of it. Maybe he's getting better at masking his ongoing humiliation! Small victories!]


Cut and polished ones aplenty, yes. I require the raw stone, and somehow none are about.

[Disappointing, by the sound of it. But an uncut crystal makes for a charming addition to many small crafts. He'd have to start shaking down craftsmen to find their dealers.]

One of the most common of minerals and yet, frustratingly difficult to find. I don't suppose a reassurance I won't run off with the entirety of their stock would help.
geiz: (don't lick tapioca like eyeballs)

[personal profile] geiz 2020-12-13 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ does it matter much if Geiz has or hasn't? He isn't sure, but he does appreciate, again, that it's being taken into account. He's never really met someone like Yan Bingyun before, it seems. So he'll just straightforwardly say this ]

I have.
faithlikeaseed: (blind - antler'd :T)

mistletoe-ish, now on the right TL, HAHA

[personal profile] faithlikeaseed 2020-12-13 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh for the Maker's sake, is Myr's first thought on noticing his hooves are stuck to the ground.

Noticing his hooves are stuck to the ground in the worst possible way, namely, by trying to lift one and nearly plowing face-first into his Bonded when all his momentum goes one way and the hoof just...doesn't. He weebles, he wobbles, he--corrects before he can dump the packages he's carrying, but the set of his ears says his pride's been almost as injured if he'd been dumped on his tail.

Hmph.

He can't see the mistletoe hanging over them, of course, but between the jeering and having been through this before, he knows exactly what's going on.
]

There can be neither excuse or apology for them, [he pronounces, with wry good humor. Mostly good humor.] Or their awful taste in decorations, so no need to waste the words.

Be a dear and kiss me so I can get up there, [he waves in one of the many directions the mistletoe is not, oops,] and eat the stupid thing.
bloodwit: (you up and murder your faith)

[personal profile] bloodwit 2020-12-13 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ he may be tall, but even grown taller as he is, he too frequently finds himself no longer the tallest in a room. oh, poor viren. he does happy to think less poorly of that when, yes -- he could be a fae..... ]

[ the one of which before him has his frown deepening further, fangs pressing into his lower lip. he tucks his hands behind him at the small of his back. ]

They could. Or any wait might only increase their suspense -- and wanting.

[ and then his eyebrows furrow, and he does look uncomfortable for a moment, if only because someone had had the gall to whistle. the look that particular onlooker receives is one of fire. he does feel bad for mikasa, actually; enchanted to be drawn to kissing as he now is, the root of it is far from pleasant. ]

No. I think it'd be best to get it over with, if it's anything at all.
bloodwit: (that the people would)

[personal profile] bloodwit 2020-12-13 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah. it's not precisely difficult to find another with equal loathing for this tradition, but that it's myr agreeing is especially heartening. viren can't stop in time from smiling when the faun greets him (and the befuddlement with the lot of packages that almost crash to earth), this brief glimpse of gentleness only saved by the fact that his bonded can't, you know. see this. ]

[ he could feel that, though. ]

I won't, then.

[ how completely their circumstances had since changed, the last time the people of aefenglom had suffered this terrible mistletoe affliction. mostly, he does recall him cramming mistletoe into his mouth (okay, it'd been a tentative nibble). he settles a hand over myr's shoulder. ]

[ reflecting some of that wry humor, ]

How will you do that? Fly up there?

[ packages and all?? ]
bloodwit: (got a taste of the fame)

[personal profile] bloodwit 2020-12-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
That might seem a... suspiciously specific assurance, yes.

[ his own serpentine tail flicks gently near to the ground. lahabrea's visible plumage is beautiful (and thankfully, still attached to the man, or else viren might make an embarrassment of himself); he could mistake him for a harpy, if he weren't already aware of dragon variations.

[ his eyebrow's arced, because despite himself, now he's curious, of which tends to be an unfortunate ruling factor of his attentions. ]

For your own personal collection, a spell, a gift for another--?

[ all rattled off suggestions. ]
taciturnly: (the minimum fee is actually $3)

[personal profile] taciturnly 2020-12-13 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( so what if he’s from gusu! no rule states that he can’t eat spicy food, okay, and lan wangji’s miserable look turns mildly defiant, mouth snapped shut as if to prove that he can totally handle it. he can. it’s highly unpleasant, but it also brings wei wuxian closer, and that is very nice. as is the idea of water, especially if wei wuxian holds his hand, but then his feet refuse to move. he glances down. up. down again. nothing. and he tries oh my god does he try, abrupt gestures as he does his very best to pull his feet off the ground. natural grace gone down the spirituous drain, he even grunts a little, annoyed beyond measure, until a kind soul comes to his rescue.

kiss him. right. because this is a curse, clearly, and every curse has a weak point. some are harder to dispel, others nearly impossible, but wei wuxian is right there and his feet can’t move, but his hands can. his lips, too, parting of their own volition as he squints and lets his eyes fall from the top of wei wuxian’s fluffy head to his mouth, and his own grows strangely dry. dry and then moist, thirsty, parched, dying. has anything ever looked as delectable as what he’s looking at now? he’s already lost an eternity contemplating the delicate mole just beneath, and his face flushes darker as he vaguely remembers, but it doesn’t deter him from his fixation. plump, a perfect curve, red. he loves the color red, and he leans down, down, down, not minding the hint of more spice when his lips touch his.

and everything between his ribs catches fire. )
Edited 2020-12-13 02:04 (UTC)
faithlikeaseed: cw for graphic eye injury further down the page (blind - chipmunk grin)

[personal profile] faithlikeaseed 2020-12-13 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Hm-mm.

[That noise is one-thirds "Viren has an excellent point" and two-thirds stalling so Myr can simply enjoy the hand on his shoulder and that feeling of fondness suffusing their Bond.]

If it's that high up, I suppose you'll just have to put me on your shoulders so I can reach it.

[packages and all]
bloodwit: (from birth we've been)

[personal profile] bloodwit 2020-12-13 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ you know who has hands and wings? viren, who is also well-aware of this! but-- ]

If it will really give you that much pleasure...

[ comes the dry acquiescence, with a put-upon sigh. tearing off that mistletoe and devouring it for its sins? sure, for that purpose he supposes he will allow a faun to climb him like a tree, in public no less. no one can ever say he's not completely magnanimous now. ]

[ he gives myr's shoulder a slight squeeze, before bending forward to kiss him. viren's not one for public displays of affection, particularly when he registers the high-pitched cheers that greet the action, but he'll permit this as an exception to enjoy -- gentle and lingering just a bit. ]
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