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middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
bleedinghare) wrote in middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
ππ ππ πππ₯ππ π₯ππ π£πππππ₯. - ada's slowatus toplevel time
Who: adeline & you!
When: early-septeril
Where: housing districts/shopping districts!
What: ada has been doing a scare & isolate after her first full moon. can you catch her?
Warnings: tba
ππͺ, ππ π¨ πͺπ π¦'π§π ππ£π π¨π!
Certainly itβs been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagasβs crowds had become more of a fully realized absenceβ the frilled curtain that sat in the little window of her flat sitting still for the whole of several weeks, the brass knocker left un-knocked, the knob left un-turned. In the day, it seemed simply vacant.
In the eve, however, its state was more telling: a lamp lit in that same little window, the occasional vague, passing shape. Perhaps it was your own curiosity that brought you here, or the curiosity of another youβve decided to carry alongβ reaching to mar the dust on the brass knocker with a gentle hand, or perhaps a less gentle one. Regardless, it takes several and a bit of frustration before the gilded light behind the curtain flickers, before the lace stirs to reveal a flushed cheek, a bit of downy fluff. Seen, and in so being startled, the shape darts from the window; youβre left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on whatβs polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknobβ or braver still, the window latch?
π€ππ π£π¦ππ€!
βGerardagasβs evening markets were generally a jovial time: lanterns lit, flickering soft orange under the fine, heavily-woven canopies strung between the little stalls, with Monster and Witch of every shape, size, and forme bridging the gap between. The amount of beings made for a bit of a noisy affair, but once immersed, the din smoothed over into more of a white noiseβ occasionally parted with music, with the calling of a shopkeep. Aside from the shopping itself, the evening market seems to have become a social affair, with food and drink and chatter, naturally; filled with faces to recognize from all of Aefenglomβs reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourselfβ there to see to one or more of the vendorsβ or perhaps youβre there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-outβ regardless, however, of whether or not you make yourself seen willingly, you are seen.
Looking up from your place in the crowd, or alongside a stall, you catch a glimpse of a little hand wrapped around one of the posterns that keep the canopies aloftβ no, a glove, a widely-blinking gilded eye, an equally golden curl peering out from beneath a rather suspicious looking shroud. Seeing herself being seen, the creature startsβ and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
βif you aim to follow, are you quick enough to fight through the crowd? If you aim to confront, you might be able to head her off if you duck between the stallsβ¦
π¨ππππππ£π!
SORRY I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT FIRST anything is a ok but if you want to talk about it hit me up on discord or plurk!!! this is mostly just to get me back into the swing of things and keep me relevant lol
When: early-septeril
Where: housing districts/shopping districts!
What: ada has been doing a scare & isolate after her first full moon. can you catch her?
Warnings: tba
ππͺ, ππ π¨ πͺπ π¦'π§π ππ£π π¨π!
Certainly itβs been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagasβs crowds had become more of a fully realized absenceβ the frilled curtain that sat in the little window of her flat sitting still for the whole of several weeks, the brass knocker left un-knocked, the knob left un-turned. In the day, it seemed simply vacant.
In the eve, however, its state was more telling: a lamp lit in that same little window, the occasional vague, passing shape. Perhaps it was your own curiosity that brought you here, or the curiosity of another youβve decided to carry alongβ reaching to mar the dust on the brass knocker with a gentle hand, or perhaps a less gentle one. Regardless, it takes several and a bit of frustration before the gilded light behind the curtain flickers, before the lace stirs to reveal a flushed cheek, a bit of downy fluff. Seen, and in so being startled, the shape darts from the window; youβre left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on whatβs polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknobβ or braver still, the window latch?
π€ππ π£π¦ππ€!
βGerardagasβs evening markets were generally a jovial time: lanterns lit, flickering soft orange under the fine, heavily-woven canopies strung between the little stalls, with Monster and Witch of every shape, size, and forme bridging the gap between. The amount of beings made for a bit of a noisy affair, but once immersed, the din smoothed over into more of a white noiseβ occasionally parted with music, with the calling of a shopkeep. Aside from the shopping itself, the evening market seems to have become a social affair, with food and drink and chatter, naturally; filled with faces to recognize from all of Aefenglomβs reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourselfβ there to see to one or more of the vendorsβ or perhaps youβre there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-outβ regardless, however, of whether or not you make yourself seen willingly, you are seen.
Looking up from your place in the crowd, or alongside a stall, you catch a glimpse of a little hand wrapped around one of the posterns that keep the canopies aloftβ no, a glove, a widely-blinking gilded eye, an equally golden curl peering out from beneath a rather suspicious looking shroud. Seeing herself being seen, the creature startsβ and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
βif you aim to follow, are you quick enough to fight through the crowd? If you aim to confront, you might be able to head her off if you duck between the stallsβ¦
π¨ππππππ£π!
SORRY I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT FIRST anything is a ok but if you want to talk about it hit me up on discord or plurk!!! this is mostly just to get me back into the swing of things and keep me relevant lol
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I'm not humiliated...
[Even if he really should be. He seems to think this is some kind of a reassurance.]
Why were you running? Is someone chasing you?
[If she hadn't been, he wouldn't have had to knock a bunch of rugs onto her to stop her! Also, it would be good to know if someone armed is approaching them from behind, in general.]
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A touch sharply, Adeline cuts her head in Linden's direction to speak in a hushed huff. "βyou're intelligent enough to forget, aren't you? So forget you've seen me."
Regardless of how miffed she sounds, there's no denying the amount of colour in her fair faceβ or the flopsy little ear peaking from beneath her hood, which she makes an attempt to tuck out of sight. Visiblyβ in the way she's drawn herself into this shroudβ it isn't about her, but moreso her newfound changes.
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Now might be a good time to pitch in and help pick up rugs. Instead, L counters with]
That's not a satisfactory answer. I don't pose a threat to you...
[Aside from knocking carts into her... but she was running before that point. He doesn't consider it a part of this equation.]
Are you in danger?
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"βare you so tone-deaf?" She replies, folding her arms, sulking in her hood. "I wasn't before, but with how you accosted me prior, perhaps I am now! I'll have you know my market trip was going just fineβ that is, until you! I was hoping to go unseen, given how unsightly I've come to be, but you've gone and made a scene out of me!"
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It wasn't my intention to... accost you.
[He doesn't feel it's the right word, so his tongue trips over it a bit.]
Wait, you were... running because of your vanity?
[He stares, as though trying to figure out just what's so unsightly about her. He's never been beautiful a day in his life, and she still very clearly is.]