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ffxiv: mira chambers

[Closed] Snowball Fight!

Who: An idiot (Mira), a darkness child (Vanitas), a sleepy grandpa (Emet-Selch), and later on the crafting catte (Iryha)
When: During the Winter Storm Event
Where: House Darkness
What: Playing in the snow somehow turns into an all out snowball war
Warnings: Potential Shadowbringers spoilers but more than likely none. Dark weirdos being nerds.

[Of course there was warnings about the incoming storm. Everyone being told to stay inside and keep warm is what any sane or normal person would do in this situation. And yet there are some who are in the opposite direction. Such as one particular dark knight bundled outside in the front yard from head to toe in as much warmth as she could handle. Why is she outside in the freezing cold instead of curled up on a couch with a book and warm tea instead? Because she is bored. And being bored is always a bad thing when Mira was around. But the weather itself was a bit hectic that some activities could not be done without the risk of injury.

So that leads into what the woman is doing now: making very odd snow creatures in the front yard. Well, odd to anyone who isn't familiar with them. They're rough but Mira's more into alchemy, not art. As long as they have the shape and they look the part, then she's fine with it.

In fact, she's a little too preoccupied with making those weird things that anyone could possibly snap her out of her concentration even by the smallest greeting.]

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[ While Mira may be bundled up in appropriate attire... Vanitas is most assuredly not. He hadn't been assigned to Arendelle so his experience in dealing with cold weather and what to expect is, well, minimal. Despite this and the warnings, he's hardly going to hold himself back. Vanitas figures between his coat and his dark suit that he'll be just fine.

It does, however, catch his interest. Whether Mira or not knows it, Vanitas has been observing her dallying about in the snow. He has no idea what it is that she is doing, what is being created. Whatever those things are in the yard, she is pretty deep into it. Kind of ignoring everything else.

Now that just won't do. Vanitas had said he might throw something at her from across the street, right? Maybe this time it isn't magic, but as he picks up some snow and attempts to form a rather tight ball? He figures this might do. ]

Mira.

[ She better think fast because Vanitas is chucking this snowball at her with as much force as he can muster. But hey! He called her by name at least. ]

[The Ascian's normal clothing was quite solid enough as it was, so he didn't really mind the cold, at least not for brief ventures- and he certainly had no intention of staying outside for long. Or even being outside at all, but he was looking for Mira. He'd already noted the sudden unreliability of his magic (which was a new aggravation on top of all the others; not only did this world replace his abilities, it couldn't even manage to make the new ones consistent), and while it was currently functioning, there was no telling how long it would last.

Or how long this weather would last. So while he had been creating items to assist, in case this storm ended up being a lengthy one, he wanted to ask Mira if there was anything he had missed, anything she thought would be useful.

And so here he was, lumbering out into the yard where Mira was doing Zodiark-knows-what. Building strange creatures. Watching her get a snowball tossed in her direction barely even registers. This had nothing to do with him, he just wanted his information so he could get back inside and perhaps hibernate like a normal person. Perhaps he was a bit cold after all.]

Mira.

[Unconsciously echoing Vanitas' call.]

[She's too engrossed in making the little namazu snowmen that she only believes someone is calling her name to be some kind of illusion, maybe her own little voice telling her to go inside (the one she likes to ignore when she's doing something fun sheesh). She doesn't realize that it came from Vanitas and the snowball does connect with the side of her head, snapping her out of her concentration, yelping at the sudden contact and looking around at who exactly threw that.

And then Emet comes out and calls out to her and she almost has a thought that he threw the snowball at her. But Mira has to think twice because he just came out from the front door and the snowball came from the opposite direction. Ok, not him but-]

Huh? Is aught amiss?

[So who the hell threw that at her? She has to look in the opposite direction and...wait, who is that? Peering through the snow, Mira has to call out.]

Hey, who's there?

[ Wow. Being so distracted that Mira is an easy target? That his hastily thrown snowball actually connects? ...Well Van had figured it would do that. He is arrogant enough to believe it. Now the thing is, he could just leave her there to wonder - to stare with whoever that is that just came out.

Honestly he can't quite tell from here. ]

Who do you think?

[ It's an answer to her question. He's hard to miss in all this snow, what with his attire being entirely black. Even so, Vanitas decides to shorten the distance. Mira doesn't annoy him so he's not really adverse to her being around? Or him being around her?

Though when he does get close enough, he immediately recognizes Eme-Selch as well.

How interesting. ]

[Of course he would take the moment to come outside while Mira was being accosted by some random person, what a hassle, what--

Was that Vanitas? He was quite unmistakable, even through the drifting snow. And the voice that called out was familiar as well. But what was he doing here? Did they know each other?

Another distraction. Emet-Selch walks the rest of the way through the snow to reach Mira- heavy going already- though he glances out in Vanitas' direction.]

--I see we have a guest.

[One that Mira immediately recognizes. Of course he'd throw something at her after their first meeting; he'd said he would and he managed to get her while completely distracted.]

Vanitas?!

[Aren't you cold there, buddy? Quickly turning to Emet to answer him before back to the small dark child.]

I was not expecting anyone. Why are you out here?

I'm only making good on my word.

[ Vanitas shrugs a little, looking just a touch full of himself. Not that this is out of the norm for him, is it? He wasn't going to let Mira forget. Now as for him being cold, well yeah sure. He is. Vanitas is just sort of choosing to block it out for the time being.

He can worry about that stuff later.

Instead of goading her further, Vanitas instead turns to Emet-Selch. There's no way he can keep the fact he's putting several pieces together in his head out of his expression. Oh his eyes are just dancing with mischief. ]

Yeah, why are you out here. From what I understand, the cold isn't good for the elderly.

[While this wasn't, by far, the worst thing that could've happened, it certainly did little to improve the Ascian's day.

His expression darkens by degrees; he knows that Vanitas isn't clueless, and is entirely capable of putting the relevant details together. Not that Emet-Selch had any specific intention of hiding his connection to Mira or any of the other Warriors, but it still felt a bit like being caught out. Especially since it was probably pretty obvious that they were living together as well. Another unnecessary detail.]

Nevermind, Mira, it can wait. [Which meant he'd ventured outside for nothing. Ugh. And his gaze never turns from Vanitas, especially not when he addresses him.] I'm surprised you can still move at all, coming out dressed like that.

[Did it get colder out here or was it Mira? But Emet's words did strike her because to be honest, he...has a point. While she is prepared for cold, it doesn't look like the boy is.]

Wait, do you truly have nothing warmer for yourself?

[Why are you running around outside without proper gear?!]

[ And for the first few moments that Emet-Selch nearly glowers, Vanitas eels his own small smirk growing. Oh there is so much he can say at the moment.

But then all that sort of stops when they both address is current choice of attire. ]

Why would I?

[ It's the easiest answer. What is he supposed to say? "This is all I have?" No, that sounds pitiful. That's not happening. But why point this out at all. It's not - ]

It's not that big of a deal.

[ He doesn't have material possessions. ]

[Though still annoyed, this was better; anything that turned the attention away from himself.]

Have you never been in a blizzard before?

[A vaguely-curious head-tilt. Weather like this wasn't something you played around with. Not that it mattered at all to him, but it was awfully careless. Shrugging, Emet-Selch turns to Mira.]

How long before he freezes solid, do you think? Well, if we wait long enough, he can join your snow sculptures in the yard.

He would make a poor namazu, I'm afraid.

[Mira does remember hearing that he mostly lived in a graveyard but was he truly not cold in only that?! It's then that she has a thought; the first that comes to mind.]

...I am wearing another sweater under this. Mayhap it may help a bit?

[Look, she's thinking 'someone has less layers so I can give one up and still be warm'. It's her compassion talking.]

[ Don't act so superior, old man. And Vanitas is not liking the sudden shift in attention. ]

No. This is the first time I've seen snow in person.

[ He could make another comment, because Emet-Selch is definitely deserving of it. However the word 'namazu' pops up and Vanitas looks over to the snow piles in the yard. ...Namazu must be ugly.

But then, of course, he's caught off guard. What is Mira saying? Another layer? What? Normally his clothing, if you could call it that, was sufficient. It is armor and resistant to the elements, but here? It's just clothing.

The problem is Vanitas doesn't know how to respond to someone being compassionate. He's kind of floundering with what to do with it. ]

What's the catch?

[ Vanitas literally cannot process what's going on here now. ]

[But. He is superior, and complete. It's only natural.

And while he almost comments on Vanitas' unfamiliarity with snow, the Ascian is likewise caught off-guard by Mira's- offer? Why would she bother with something like that? The boy could freeze in front of them, and that would be fine, honestly. Why help?

--Ah, right. Hero. Foolish, careless, noble decisions.]

You don't have to, he's not going to die of frostbite immediately.

[If she did this, he'd just have to make her more layers to compensate.]

But he has to be freezing wearing only that! And don't lie Vanitas about not feeling chilled, I know the feeling of wearing little and having the cold bite at my skin.

[She's getting ready to undo her coat right now, snow be damned.]

I want nothing in return. It would not do you any good to simply let your body succumb to the cold.

[Someone should probably stop her because now her coat is undone and she's getting ready to take it off.]

[ Yeah that's the sort of response from Emet-Selch he'd expect. And there's nothing wrong with that, since if roles were reversed, he'd probably say something similar. Yet Mira still is taking off her coat and this is. Awkward? ]

I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with what I've already got.

[It's true it was just indifference that makes the Ascian unlikely to help, rather than any specific intent. But of course Mira would try to get involved, and he just sighs.]

He says he's fine. Even if it's a lie, it's not our problem.

Just because someone says they are does not mean it is true.

[How much did she end up hiding until Fray came along and she had to confront her own worries, her own feelings on the world, and her concern about being only considered a weapon? Or even something closer to home, how often had someone freezed to death in the Brume because they only had thin clothing? It's something Mira couldn't just stand by and do nothing about; the idea goes against her very character.

Her coat falls onto one of the namazu with a plop as she's right about wearing layers; what she is removing from her body is a fluffy sweater and she is not having second thoughts about pulling it over her head and off herself, holding it out to Vanitas. You think she was joking? Nope!]

I know not if this will a perfect fit but it would do you no good to be colder than you are now.

[Take it before she puts it on you.]

[ Too late. Vanitas is already taking a step back. What is with this persistence? ]

I told you that I don't need it. Cold or not, I don't want anyone's charity.

[ Don't pity him, Mira. ]

It's faster to just give in.

[By now, Emet-Selch had just about accepted that this was a thing that was happening. And if Mira got chilled over it, well, maybe next time she'd consider not doing things like this (probably not).]

These champions of my star are quite stubborn, I assure you.

Either you take it freely or I will have to resort to other means.

[There's a bit of a smirk to her lips. Does it look like she's fooling or pitying the boy? Not at all as her sweater is still in her hand, reaching for him.]

This is stupid...

[ So what is he supposed to do here? With a huff he snatches the sweater out of her hands. Then what? Just tug it on over his head?

All while grumbling and complaining of course. ]

Yeah, yeah. You never mentioned that about your friends before, old man.

Ah, my apologies. I probably should have warned you.

[That dig about friends is slightly less effective when it's accompanied by Vanitas pulling a fluffy sweater over his head.

Oh, it was still annoying. Just slightly easier to try and roll with.]

But I wasn't aware that you had already met.

[Good boy, Vani. Wear that fluffy thing with pride but be grateful it's not in the style of a ugly sweater. Meanwhile, Mira will pick up her own coat and dust off any snow that has fallen on it before slipping it back on, feeling a little cold but not too bad.]

We had upon arriving to this star [By him breaking into a place and Mira following.] but I had no idea you two had met as well. 'Twould explain a few things.

[The insults she means.]

[ Of course Vanitas isn't going to admit it, but he is already feeling warmer. Don't expect any sort of thanks either. He won't give something like that out just for this. ]

He was talking about a goddess of Light and a god of Darkness. Of course I was going to be interested in something like that.

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