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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote in [community profile] xistentia2017-10-01 12:20 am

RAIN & MEMORY SHARE

Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: Rain has come to the world, and with it, comes whacky memory share phenomena— certainly not all of which is wanted. Characters are driven to find shelter and solutions.
Date(s): September 30-October 7
Warnings/Notes: None specific, please warn in your subject headers

Awash In Memory
The landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden
The Rain

At first, it's just rain, expected to last a week. A swirl of silver cotton-candy clouds in the sky that rolls into a mist, and then a drizzle that freckles the gutters and chases people to their cars or into the shopfronts. It's nourishing and not too cold— a good excuse to share an umbrella or maybe just fitting of a shitty, blue mood if you would like to walk around in a billowy coat like the King of Pain.
Gimme Shelter

It can be a cute or enormously embarrassing way to meet people, pretty much up to you. Fall in step with someone under an offered umbrella, or dart around like a panic with a pizza box or plastic bag over your head. Maybe you'll just find an overhanging tree branch or store awning to tuck yourself under. Hopefully you're stuck with someone you like.

Quite a few restaurants seem to be offering rainy day specials, including Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, comprised of hot cocoa and half-off a second cup if you're buying for a friend. You probably won't be the only one there.

However, for those of you who are taking the weather more seriously, the citadel has opened for shelter. Here, there are beds aplenty scattered throughout, and the bar and lounge is open with its terrible soundtrack as well as plentiful if repetitive food and drink. Residents are also exchanging resources of their own, including harvested foodstuffs and clothes. You can also check out the control room to see the meteorological analysis and forecast... which is behaving a little unpredictably, but-- it'll probably be fine.
Like My Mood

Alternatively, #mood.


Maybe everything sucks because you got stood up for a date or otherwise rejected recently-- it's a good time to storm around tragically in the street. Alternatively, if you're the happy type, there is an entire musical dedicated to the fine practice of dancing in the rain. Who needs musical accompaniment when you have the rhythmic drubbing of water on the earth and the sweet smell of petrichor?

Or maybe you're in the mood to talk. Certainly, there's an increasing sense of nostalgia going around that's stronger and more widespread than the average effect of poetic weather...
Oh Shit

However, the downpour steadily intensifies over the next few days, and soon after F.A.T.E.S. issues a warning— D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has hijacked the climate. At first, there are only a few concerns— herds of animals coming into the city seeking shelter. Be careful if you find a herd of bison gathered under the highway overpass, or your kitchen is suddenly full of fairies. Hell, maybe you're a Good Samaritan, trying to rescue some hapless native cat or other.

But then it begins.

The Memory Share

As the rain grows heavy, the nostalgia turns into something unexpected. Characters who touch one another find themselves sharing brief sensory memory. These can vary from the sudden and terrible pain of old battle wounds, to the overwhelming, heart-pounding joy of welcoming a new child to the family. The scary thing is, these memory share are uncontrolled, and might come from even the shortest, most accidental touch.
The Telexistence Temple


News from your fellow residents: Era Ra and Ezekiel won visions during the fair. And now Era has information to share, that uploading memories at the Temple can lock and protect them from the involuntary release, as well as fortify the defenses of the city. She's also talking about some kind of a key hole there, which you can check out yourself. Weird!

You can teleport East from the Citadel to the Temple, or you can walk there on your own two legs. Weather allowing.

Within the Temple the chamber lays behind a large round door covered in inscrutable carvings. It's surprisingly bright in here now, in contrast to what Era's message held. It contains numerous strange beds, all of which are now online, having awakened in answer to the rainfall. The characters must lay down on while the daemons connect to a holographic interface.

From there, the memory share becomes intuitive even for the most technologically impaired of Xistentia residents.
The Temple Chamber

If you should choose to share, you may control who sees it; filter it to someone of your choice, or leave it open for everyone. You may post anonymously, but visual cues of identity cannot be erased. Pain is muted and impressionistic, but pleasure tends to be evocative enough. It's the way the mind works. Daemons will flag graphic or commonly disturbing material. With every new memory shared, the rain seems to be lessening.

You can also choose to lock it away, preventing anyone from seeing it for at least another month. Unfortunately your memory will not help to shield the city, but at least it will stop embarrassing you. Let's hope it doesn't provoke any intrusive questions in the meantime.

After 48 hours, enough memories have been shared. The sky over the city and the sphere of forest surround the urban bounds develops a barrier that looks almost liquid, translucent. Though residents can pass through it, it cuts the rain down to half. A few hours later, the storm wanes out and stops entirely. The shield also fades away, and the animals begin to ebb as well, back into the wild. It's only been a week, but it might feel much longer.


The memories will dissipate from storage in a month, regardless of whether or not they're viewed again.
astralera: (Default)

Era Ra ☘ OTA

[personal profile] astralera 2017-09-30 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
☘ SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT ► VIDEO


There is a chamber in the temple where you may protect your memories from being involuntarily shared. By doing so you are not only keeping your memories safe, but fortifying the city's defenses as well.

There is also this strange key hole here... It's an odd size.

[ She gestures toward said key hole and Emeraldd turns to display it across the network: ]




☘ RAINY DAY SPECIAL


Hot cocoa has been her comfort drink of choice since her days in Dragonhead, so it's no surprise that on a dark and rainy day Era would find herself waiting in line to purchase one. She had been on her way to the citadel with Anima (who is taking refuge in her purse) because something about her recurring dream combined with the weather has made her antsy, but the call of hot cocoa was too strong - especially if she can pick up a second one to-go for Aymeric while she's at it.


☘ THE TEMPLE


While Era knows that there is likely no risk to her memories by assisting, she finds herself irrationally terrified of giving any to the temple for protection. She has so few memories - not even a handful of years' worth - that any chance of losing them, no matter how small...

Instead she does her best to keep her distance from everyone, not daring to get close enough for even the fabric of her clothes to brush against another. Most of her memories are not pleasant, and she would not wish the pain held within them on anyone else.


☘ WILDCARD

((feel free to hit me up on Discord @ Era Ra#4916 or [plurk.com profile] froakie, or just toss your own starter here and I'll do my best to just roll with it! If you want to do a memory share contact me so we can work out a good memory to use. c:))
miss_brilliant: (windswept)

Amanda | OTA + one closed prompt

[personal profile] miss_brilliant 2017-09-30 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Rain:

Amanda likes the rain. At least at first, because she spent so long without being able to feel really feel it, in fact she could hardly go out in it thanks to maintaining her body temperature being enough of a hassle in a house let alone in any kind of real weather.

So you might be able to find her out in it for ten minutes or so with an odd smile on her face, a drink in one hand and the leash attached to her Eevee in the other. And occasionally, when Heddy splashes in a puddle, Amanda actually laughs. If you know her well, you should know it's odd to see her in a good mood when she's not playing chess or fiddling with electronics, so you wouldn't be blamed if you're a bit worried about her, especially during the moments when she seems to gaze off for a moment with a somewhat distant look on her face.

B. Shelter

As much as she likes the rain, there is a point when the novelty does wear off and she realizes she's not getting anything out of it except cold, wet clothes and a cranky Eevee. So eventually, Amanda will be choosing to head inside to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate. When she's sure her hair is mostly done dripping, she'll have her tablet out in front of her and will be tapping at it whenever she's not trying to keep Heddy from crawling up on the table.

Still, even though she's occupied, if someone walks up to the table she won't be annoyed at being interrupted at all, although she might have more trouble keeping her excitable Evee from jumping over to them]

C. Wild card

[want something else with Amanda? Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] keenquing]
miss_brilliant: (face kiss)

Memory Share | Closed to Arthur and Kavinsky

[personal profile] miss_brilliant 2017-09-30 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Amanda had hesitated in sharing this for the obvious reasons. But she's not sharing the accident, and she doesn't have much else that comes to mind. So, she's doing this, and maybe it's cowardly to only share it with the people she's really told parts of it to, but even so it's helping. Maybe that will make her feel better about it when it's done. Maybe.

She does still take a shuddery breath as she lays down, and she doens't even try to convince herself it's due to a chill or anything but the fact she's sharing a part of Nick.

[This can't be real. You must be incredibly drunk, to imagine that Nick is actually coming into your room in the night.

But he's here. He's here, in your quarters, because you invited him and he said yes and he's staring at the bed and this is happening. Your heart is hammering in your throat and your palms are somehow both sweaty and cold, and it's frightening but not like if the same thing were happening if your body was the way it usually was.

You want to be clever and attractive. You've imagined this so many times, saying something so much better than 'Mr. Brilliant'. But it was never like this in your dreams. Never in space, never inside another woman's body. But it's your only shot.

So you just reach out, wordlessly, and touch his arm. Just his arm, mostly his shirt, but it's rough and warm and you can feel it and that's enough to make you tear up but you're not going to cry and ruin this, you're not.

And then his hands are on your back, he's holding you and his mouth is on yours, and god, he tastes...not like you dreamed, not after months without tobacco or coffee. Like whatever came out of the still, mostly, but still undeniably him, with that bit of stubble brushing your cheek as his mouth moves into yours. You have to close your eyes, because if you cry he might stop, he might---

Shove you away. Like he's doing suddenly, breaking his mouth away--]


Look, I'm sorry. Darling, I'm sorry. I-I-I can't do this.

[Of course. Of course after so long being the person who didn't see the chair, he can't see you now. You try to laugh. It doesn't work very well. Especially when you turn to see a mirror, and see an Asian woman looking back at you. You've been trying not to look at the gold band that isn't yours all this time, but it's impossible to ignore her face. Still, there were papers signed, she knew this might happen. Didn't she?]

Nick, it's me.

I think we both know it's a bit more complicated than that.

The word is insane.

Yeah.


[it's hard to keep from sobbing now, and you're definitely begging as you cling to him again]

But this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.

[and now he's the one tearing up, his voice is changed and--]

Mandy…you know, probably better than anyone, how I was when Gloria passed away. I recently experienced something that made me go through it all again. More than a dream. As real as this is to you now. And I can tell myself that it's been years all I like, but in my heart, it's just happened again.

[Gloria. Of course it's Gloria. God. You're horrible. Because you do know, you saw how he changed, pulled away. Except from you. You were the person he trusted, for whatever reason, or at least the person he let in.

What do you do, when the man you love is crying for a woman who isn't you, who's been dead for years?

There's only one thing you can do, if you really love him, if you don't want to seem like a petulant child being denied a toy. You reach out, stroke his cheek--savoring the rough stubble for what might very well be in the last time--and try to smile]


Well, at least this time. I can do this.

[and you hold him, let him sob into your shoulder and cling to you in return. And it's enough. It has to be.]

[ooc: video, from here to 3:01]
Edited 2017-10-01 19:45 (UTC)
helical: (pic#11618141)

special announcement

[personal profile] helical 2017-10-01 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks for letting us know. [ but he is a little wary, as usual. ] Did you find this place yourself, or did your daemon show you?
astralera: (Default)

[personal profile] astralera 2017-10-01 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
I was having recurring visions about it since the festival.
helical: (368)

[personal profile] helical 2017-10-01 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
And you tried it?
astralera: (Default)

[personal profile] astralera 2017-10-01 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
No. I have too few memories to bother.
helical: (pic#11542096)

[personal profile] helical 2017-10-01 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe that's why it's you they told about this.

Somebody should probably test it out.
astralera: (Default)

[personal profile] astralera 2017-10-01 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
I don't see why that would be the case.

You are welcome to try it.
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hanako 'rosalina' nurumi 🌹 ota

[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-10-01 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
rain (nsfw-ish);

[ Ffffuuuuckkk this.

Ths isn't the kind of wet that Rose likes being. She'd gone out because the dogs were getting restless indoors after a few days of not being able to properly run and play. It's really coming down now but she thought she'd been alright. That was until a strong gust of wind stole her umbrella from her hands. It only took minutes before she was practically soaked to the bone despite her scrambling towards the nearest shelter.
]

Uuuuuuggghhh, [ the woman groans from a vacant building she'd ducked into. Her dogs are all calmly seated out front under the awning. They'll cheerfully great anyone familiar they approach but Rose is nowhere to be found. If one steps inside to find her though, they'll likely be greeted by a whole lot of skin. It wasn't like she was going to just sit there in heavy sopping wet clothes. Still, she also wasn't planning to show off her bare back with prominent lines of silvery claw mark scars. ]

-Woah! [ she'll exclaim with a jump soon as she realizes someone else is there. Also, y'know, fold her arms over her chest to keep from being completely indecent as she turns to face her company. She'd rather her chest be exposed than her scars, honestly. ] Sorry, didn't mean to give you a show. [ At least she still has her pants on? ]


temple;

Do you think this'll really work?

[ Someone sounds just a touch skeptical, honestly. If it helps, well... She'd be glad to have helped. But if it doesn't, that means there's a part of her life there for people to see that wasn't necessary. It's definitely something she has to mentally weigh before making a decision. Even knowing it's voluntary, that she can keep it from people she doesn't it's a big deal.

Rose doesn't open up easily, even these days. Even people she's known from Eudio for the better part of a year are still finding out things about Rose.
]


wildcard;

(( ooc have another idea? hit me up at [plurk.com profile] puddingandpie or Discord me at Pudding#5286 and we can work something out! ))
Edited 2017-10-01 12:06 (UTC)
helical: (pic#11751278)

alec / ota

[personal profile] helical 2017-10-01 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
RAIN / the window's open; i see it coming

( the rain has been going on for days now. alec would be sick of it, if he could muster the energy to care about something like the weather. he has a lot more on his mind than the rain. besides, the rain seems fitting. it's as gloomy as he's felt, although it's been slowly getting easier day by day.

however, now that it's come to light a simple touch can trigger an exchange of memory, his moodiness has resurfaced. like a dark cloud in the furrow of his brow as he walks hurriedly in the rain, hands in the pockets of his jacket, shoulders hunched, attempting to make himself as small as possible while avoiding contact with others. that he has no control over which is the biggest problem, here. he's too private to be comfortable sharing most of his memories even with friends. not being able to give his permission for the exchange bugs him all the more after his return from home and his memories flooding back, adding layers to events he's still trying to process.

brooding as he is, he doesn't notice he's about to step into a puddle that's much deeper than it looks. his foot falls, water splashes up his pant leg, but most of all he's thrown slightly off balance. enough that his hand escapes his pockets and flaps out, looking for something to grab onto.

maybe you're standing right there and feel his hand on your arm, or maybe as he stumbles back from the puddle while cursing, you walk into his shoulder. either way,
as soon as alec feels the contact, his eyes squeeze shut in annoyance, preparing for the memory exchange to just be over and done with so he can wave you off and go on his way.
)

OTHER / the light is soaking; over the ocean

( let me know if you'd like something specific with alec, and we can organize a memshare or other encounter!! you can reach me at [plurk.com profile] midworld or charlie#5771 on discord. )

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[personal profile] helical 2017-10-01 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( he finds it a little ironic someone with few memories is the one with visions of some sort of memory system storage, but isn't sure how to convey that to a stranger, so. shrugs. )

Don't see why not.

I'll think about it. Do you know if we forget stuff we store there? Are the memories returned to us after?
astralera: (read)

[personal profile] astralera 2017-10-01 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I am inclined to believe they are returned after a few days, but am disinclined to test it myself.

I'm not sure if we forget the memories after they are stored. [ and if that turns out to be the case, when they're returned it's possible it would be like re-experiencing them all over again. ]
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magnus lightwood-bane.

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-10-01 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
rainy day memories, ota.

[ After a few days, Magnus is about ready to say enough with the rain. But whether or not he's done with the rain and the accidental sharing of memories, they are not done with him. One day, when it becomes necessary to venture forth for supplies, Magnus can be found walking the streets, sometimes with umbrella in hand and others without (and yet, his hair and makeup never seems to get disturbed). Depending on when you run into him, he might also have what looks like a tarp over one arm. He'll be amenable to stopping and chatting a bit.

After all, while the rain's going nowhere, neither is he. No particular rush, right? Then again, most people dressed as nicely as he would usually seem to care a little more about potentially being rained on and there might be times when you walk past him and he seems a little faraway for some reason. There's quite a bit knocking around in his head and this rain might just be making it worse... ]


silver ring, ota.

[ As a prize for winning at the fair, Magnus received a silver ring. It allows Magnus to "lull [a person] into a peaceful memory, effectively eliciting comfortable nostalgia, as long as Magnus is talking to [them] about such a memory or time." If anyone would like to take advantage of the effect, you can message me on his journal or get ahold of me on plurk at [plurk.com profile] downworlder. I'd be happy to plot re: this item or potential memory shares. ]
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ROSE.

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-10-01 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
for rosie.

[ So, about that umbrella....

It has met with an untimely fate. As Magnus was walking along with tarp in hand, there came a moment when he had to choose to save two of three things: his umbrella, the tarp, or his outfit. The last of the three is a given, of course. And the tarp happens to be for his plants at home, because of which he's getting quite the green thumb, and consequently, there's little chance he'd risk their well-being if he has a choice in the matter!

So, byebye umbrella. Now Magnus is forced to choose between the tarp and his outfit and the outfit wins again. There's a chance he may round a corner with the folded tarp over his head and come very close to barreling into his dear friend on accident. He has good reflexes though, so maybe there won't be any actual collisions, just a quick ]
Rose! [ and an abrupt halt in front of her. He musters a smile in these gloomy surroundings of theirs. ]

Fancy running into you!
lacquers: (excellent in bed i might add)

TONY.

[personal profile] lacquers 2017-10-01 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
for IRON MAN. (black sabbath plays in bg)

[ This rain is just relentless. First, it ate Magnus' umbrella and forced him to use his tarp to keep water off what looks to be an improbably perfect hairstyle. Not a hair out of place! It's unquestionably suspicious. Super suspicious, right?

Well, never mind for the time being. On his way back home, he's going to happen across an interesting sight. At least, it's very interesting to him. Stopping with the tarp still held overhead, he cocks his head curiously in the direction of man and machine. ]


You know, I think you might need this more than I. [ Eyes rising, Magnus looks at the aforementioned makeshift umbrella slash savior of tiny pots full of plant life, then he gazes into the rain, which is nearly everywhere, it would seem. It's sort of tough to stay practical about keeping it at bay.

If Magnus hands over his tarp, it's likely the solution that keeps his plants from drowning is going to be as magical as whatever's keeping his hairstyle intact. ]
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nico di angelo ▪ open + anonymous memshare

[personal profile] deathkid 2017-10-01 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 ➨

[ nico doesn't mind rain. on a list of things that annoy him, rain wasn't up there. mostly because it was far preferable to a lot of things he's experienced in his life ( like the fiery waters of the phelegethon ) and really, he doesn't see what the big fuss is. the rain means he doesn't have to water his and will's little herb garden and nico figures once the rain has passed, the air will feel fresh. something he looks forward to.

the more time he spends in the rain, however, the more he notices his mood seems to veer in a positive direction. he feels uncustomary cheer and at some point he reaches for the person closest to him, grabbing their hands and twirling around in a circle with them. ]


There's something refreshing about rain, isn't there?

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[personal profile] deathkid 2017-10-01 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 ➨

cw: violence, forced outing

[ the memory opens without any name attached to it. nico thinks it's better that way give those who know him will be able to tell who the memory features. and really, this isn't a memory he really wants to share, but nico has always been a little self sacrificing and if it'll help the city, he'll open himself up.

it's set in the ruins of an ancient roman palace. columns and stone are strewn about, and among it all stand two boys. one is bright, all blond hair and piercing blue eyes. the other is dark, shaggy black hair and black clothing. and as the scene progresses, it's clear there's a third someone hiding somewhere among the rubble.

suddenly, something comes zooming out of nowhere and all around the boys, columns begin tumbling, walls begin collapsing. the blond boy stumbles, but it's the boy with dark hair that steps forward, swinging an arm out in anger. ]


Stop it! It's me you want! Leave him alone!

[ the blond collapses near nico, who steps forward, his sword out. he stands as tall as he can, but there's clearly fear in his eyes.

then, suddenly, from seemingly nowhere and everywhere at once comes a voice. it echos in the ruined palace, bouncing off stone and wall alike. nico whirls around to try and find the source, but fails. ]


Poor Nico di Angelo. Do you know what you want, much less what I want? My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of Love. It was the only way to atone for her lack of faith. And you—what have you risked in my name?

[ for those who haven't guessed at the speaker yet, it's cupid. god of love. and nico glares, snarling at the unseen god. ]

I’ve been to Tartarus and back. You don’t scare me.

I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest.

[ next to nico, the blond pulls himself up. but as he does, the ground shifts. the grass at his feet begins shriveling up and dying. the stones at their feet crack, as if something is trying to work its way to the surface. ]

Give us Diocletian’s scepter. We don’t have time for games.

Games?

[ something slams into nico, and he hits a nearby crumbling wall. ]

Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work—a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you—especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards.

[ next to nico, the blond stands, glancing over at his shaken companion. ]

Nico, what does this guy want from you?

Tell him, Nico di Angelo. Tell him you are a coward, afraid of yourself and your feelings. Tell him the real reason you ran from Camp Half-Blood, and why you are always alone.

[ screaming suddenly, nico lashes out. skeletons erupt from the ground and crawl to the surface. many are dressed in either togas or roman armor. ]

Will you hide among the dead, as you always do?

[ waves of darkness roll off nico, slamming into his companion and making the area around them colder. the skeletons grip hold of something invisible and begin grappling with it. ]

I left camp because of love. Annabeth, she—

Still hiding. You do not have the strength.

[ one of the skeletons is smashed to pieces. the boy next to nico makes placating gestures. ]

It's okay, Nico. I understand.

No! [ nico's face is awash with misery and pain. ] You don't! There's no way you can understand.

And so you run away again. From your friends, from yourself.

[ nico trembles and the skeletons go back to grappling with cupid. the undead have cupid pinned, but the god merely laughs. ]

I don't have any friends! I left Camp Halfblood because I don't belong! I'll never belong!

Leave him along, Cupid. This isn't...

[ shaking harder, on the verge of tears, nico looks up at his companion, a mask of pain and suffering covering his features. ]

I- I wasn't in love with Annabeth.

[ the blond boy merely gives nico a sympathetic look, understanding shining in his bright, blue eyes. ]

That’s why you didn’t want to be around her. Especially why you didn’t want to be around... him. It makes total sense.

[ all the tension, the fight, everything seems to melt out of nico. the darkness fades, the roman soldiers crumble to dust, and nico holds himself as if that's the only way he can find solace. ]

I hated myself. I hated Percy Jackson...

[ his voice is like shattered glass and a tear rolls down his cheek. that's when the memory fades. ]

Edited 2017-10-01 23:17 (UTC)
bangitybang: (down)

announcement;

[personal profile] bangitybang 2017-10-01 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That's an interesting discovery. Did you get a chance to look for the key?
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[personal profile] astralera 2017-10-01 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[ she's so used to taking keys off of fallen enemies that the thought of simply searching hadn't occurred to her yet.

also it is totally the size of her fist and it's super tempting, but she's also really cautious so... ]
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rain

[personal profile] infatyuated 2017-10-01 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ mikaela is making his way through the town, exploring it as he tries to come to terms with being separated from his best friend. he's here to save his world and in turn save yuu, so he's determined about doing what he must.

but the rain is a bit of a nuisance. it's soaked his cloak and uniform, dripping off the pommel of his sword, and though it's good there's no sun out, the rain makes for an annoyance as it drips into his ruby-red eyes and streams down his cheeks like tears. it's been a few hours since he'd had his first taste of human blood ( yuu's blood, that he'd drank as actual tears streamed down his cheeks ), but he can already hear the beating of hearts around him, smell the blood in people's veins. he needs to get off the street and find shelter, but he's stopped by an unusual scent and an arm catching his.

eyes narrowing, mika looks over the person that's grabbed him. the man, not much older than him, both does and doesn't smell human in a strange way. however, he doesn't have much of a chance to think about it as a memory washes over him...

Ne, ne, Yuu-chaaaann!

[ it's mika, but so much younger. and instead of piercing red eyes, his are now a vibrant blue as they take in his companion. it's a surly boy of dark hair and green eyes whom mika is currently latched onto. the other boy scowls at him, a frown on his lips as he tries to shake off mika. ]

Get off, Mika! I'm going to beat up those vampires once and for all!

Don't be stupid, Yuu-chan. [ mika is smiling, tugging on yuu's arm before throwing himself bodily at the other boy so he can wrap his arms around yuu's neck. ] Besides, our family is waiting! C'mon!

[ again, yuu tries to shake off mika, to no success and huffs in displeasure. with a grumbled "I have no family!" yuu crosses his arms over his chest. mika merely laughs and shakes his head, used to yuu's denial... ]

[ as the memory fades, mika blinks and stares at the other man. and then a scowl forms on his lips as he glares at the stranger. ]

What did you just do to me, human?
Edited (stupid html) 2017-10-01 21:20 (UTC)
pillz: (sitting thinking prob not abo my choices)

daemon: moonshined

[personal profile] pillz 2017-10-01 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's a long day before there's any response from kavinsky. she's probably even seen him around the temple, talking or arguing with people, alleviating his boredom by zipping around the stone corridors and glowy tech with vampire speed. being a monster hasn't gotten old for him yet. nor has heartbreak and shittiness and gay drama. his silence is hard to interpret; maybe he simply hadn't opened her memory yet.

but the storm doesn't stop. they're still cooped up in the temple, some people thinking of braving the weather and going on home as it gets more crowded. and in the hubbub and waiting, kavinsky's text finally comes through.]


so that wuz kind fo fucked
i mean hes old and not as hot as i thought would b ur type but also other kinds of fucked


[for once, not an actual sex joke.]
miss_brilliant: (eyes closed)

text; daemon: Graced (1/2)

[personal profile] miss_brilliant 2017-10-01 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[she's so glad for the text feature right now, because after sharing that, she's not real eager to show her face. She knew she was going to cry, but it's a lot messier than she would have liked. Even without having to speak, it takes her a little while to pull herself together enough to respond. Maybe because she had actually expected Kavinsky to be more..himself about it, and she's not sure how to deal with the lack of anything horribly crude]

Yeah. It was. Extremely. And that was only about a month before I came to Eudio, so. You can see why my hangups were a bit complicated.

I don't blame him, though.
miss_brilliant: (eyes closed)

2/2 (tw: self applied ableist slur)

[personal profile] miss_brilliant 2017-10-01 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. sometimes I do. But it's not his fault the timing was horrible. He tried. And It wasn't fair of me to do that to him like that.

I shouldn't have pulled the pathetic cripple card. I shouldn't have tried to guilt him into it.
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rain

[personal profile] deathkid 2017-10-01 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ nico doesn't mind rain. in many ways, it fits his aesthetic. the gloomy son of hades fits into the equally gloomy climate like a well fitting glove and he even takes joy in it, just a little. even the sharing of memories hasn't been so bad, given that so far he hasn't experienced anything too traumatic or embarrassing cropping up. but it's only a matter of time.

when he sees magnus, he's not surprised by the way the man seems impervious to the rain. he also notes that magnus seems lost in thought, so when he's close enough, he stops in magnus' path. not reaching out in case the man wants to keep from sharing anything, but close enough that magnus can see a faint hint of shadows around the son of hades. shadows that dissipate the rain at least a little. ]


Something on your mind?

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