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Labyrinthum Mod ([personal profile] labyrinmods) wrote in [community profile] buttrinthum2023-01-01 04:59 pm
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TDM #1


Arrival / Enchanted Garden

Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.

When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.

Will you drink it or not?

There is a parchment, handwritten, and it simply gives you a welcoming:

“Welcome to my Labyrinth. Per our agreement, you have consented to live your life here for an undetermined amount of time. In exchange, I will grant you the wish that you desire the most.”

You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: poinsettias and mistletoe. You’ll soon find out that being around the poinsettias give you an odd sense of joy no matter how confusing the situation may seem and the mistletoe, which is left over from the holiday season, gives you the desire to kiss or hold hands with the nearest person to you. It looks like there are plenty of others who are just now waking up from their dream-state as well.. why not go ahead and say hello?

Somnius / Snow Angels

With the influx of new life, the humble town a barkeep tells you is called Somnius seems to come alive as well, with new faces to join that of the resident fairies, goblins and other townfolk. There’s bustling energy to the land that the townfolk will tell you wasn’t quite there before, and some suspect that the presence of the new arrivals might be powering the world around them in some way - but that’s a question to be answered on another day. The quaint town of Somnius needs a little bit of care, that rustic feel to the mushroom houses, old shops and weathered castles too evident at first glance, but it’s not a bad place to live, as the locals will tell you. It almost seems like everything will be okay…

But of course, things are never so simple.

Whether you have been wandering around to get your bearings, talking to the locals or exploring your new humble (very humble) abode, you can expect to find mysterious ice sculptures - fashioned in the shape of snow angels, with blades in their hands - appearing in random places around the town. There are some that manifest in the middle of the street, some that sit quietly at the edge of an inn, and even some that appear right beside your bed, staring at you as you wake up. It’s unclear how these sculptures even got here, but close proximity to them will conjure up feelings of unrest, like you should not step any closer.

It’s smart to trust your gut in these situations. Step too close to a snow angel and it will come to life, moving with the grace of flowing water. They make a vague request and will spare only those able to heed it.

“Cold … so cold … Even the days of Visium are so cold. Have you any warmth to spare us?”

Some angels will accept an article of clothing as warmth. Others are greedy and keep demanding more, wanting to take everything that you have on your body. Heed their requests and they will spare you. Resist even just a little, and that’s when they draw their swords.

It’s not too easy to defeat an angel with brute force given that they reform themselves immediately. Running away or blasting them with fire could do the trick. Be careful not to get cut by their blades, however…

Characters who get cut by their blades will experience an inconsolable sense of chill and emptiness, right down to their bones. They will find themselves desiring ‘warmth’ from others in different ways - whether through physical contact, or affectionate words and gestures. There might be the few who go feverish in their desire for warmth. For those characters – the open fireplace is looking like a very tantalizing place to sit in right now (Yes, sit in, not by). They might even feel compelled to pull a friend in with them. That can’t be good for anyone…

The effects will only subside if the condition of receiving ‘warmth’ is met. This can be in the literal sense (physical warmth and intimacy) or figurative (feelings of love, acceptance and happiness).

Bonfire

When night falls, the temperatures only drop further, which does no favours for the poor souls who had to give up their clothing. The locals want to welcome the new arrivals and give everyone an opportunity to unwind from a busy and chaotic day of being hunted by snow sculptures. That’s why they’ve set up a gathering in the middle of town square. Food and alcohol is being generously supplied by The Cask & Anvil, and marketplace vendors have set up pop up stands to try and cajole the new arrivals into purchasing some fancy new clothes or a pretty gemstone they claim will ward off danger (claims not verified).

At the center of it all is a large bonfire that’s warming up the square. Everyone is encouraged to warm themselves by it after a long day, eat, and make merry. In fact, there’s a certain sense of enchantment to the crackling fire that seems to draw even the shiest wallflower in, pushing them to sit with others and make conversation. As the night goes on, the newly arrived dreamers will find themselves settling easily into the warm and bustling mood, any stresses and anxieties melting away. With time, they’ll start to find themselves without a filter, more than happy to talk about themselves and the life they had led prior to coming to Visium. In fact, they will feel compelled to share a story from their past - one that might be joyous, comedic, thrilling, or tragic. Whatever sorts of feelings come attached to their story, it will be one of emotional significance.

In the back of their minds, they might get the sense someone else is listening.

OOC

Welcome to the [community profile] labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.

With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze. Please comment here to request an outcome for your character's labyrinth exploration and a moderator will get to you shortly. (The longest a character can stay in the Labyrinth is 3 days.)

You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.

nagano: all manga bases by <user name=dresspheres site=tumblr> (▶ underground utopia)

hello blue pokemon adventures (somnius)

[personal profile] nagano 2023-01-30 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. Red dirt, huh.

[ Carrying a basket of fresh-baked bread and other foodstuffs, Kaito begrudgingly slinks his way through the back streets towards his new home. He's immediately pulled away from his thoughts by the sight of faded carmine splotching the ground, leading towards an alleyway.

It's only been a few days since he woke up in Visium, but he's quite certain that the only violent locals residing within the Somnius have been the snow angels. And if someone's been cut by one...

Hurried footsteps take him into a narrow corridor with a disheveled stranger seated against a wall, huddling for warmth. Bloodied hand, too. Nice. Kaito settles his basket on the ground and kneels by the woman, fishing around for any rags or gauze in his coat. Her comment blindsides him as a result. It's hardly chilly, and given what he's learned about those damnable lawn ornaments, his initial hypothesis is all but confirmed. Maybe. ]


Couldn't tell you. I haven't been here all that long.

[ No dice on any spare cloth. Of course not. He doesn't have access to his space. In the end, he pulls out a yellow pet scarf, yanks the cloth off the collar, and reaches to start fussing over her cut. ]

Here. This'll work better than trying to close it yourself.
Edited 2023-01-30 23:50 (UTC)
coveteur: (110)

hello cat professor

[personal profile] coveteur 2023-01-31 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
( she thinks she's utterly delirious when someone does end up finding her little nook eventually. not that she made it particularly hard, given the trail of blood that might as well have been blaring neon signs. she just didn't think people would seek out something like that willingly. she could've been in the maws of something for all they knew.

still, she doesn't shoo him off when he settles by her side. watching him rummage through his things in search of something. she did initially think to continue her pursuit of getting away from the sculptures, but the color scheme is definitely off enough even from a distance to not set off her alarms.

which does unfortunately mean she falls into something more comfortable when he reaches for her hand.
)

Lucky for me, you're here to warm me up. ♡

( general menace. she'll ask about the yellow fabric and the collar later. she wouldn't want some poor creature to have to be without such a cute scarf all because she went and bloodied this one. )

You can take the glove off only if you promise to kiss it better.

( maybe don't be a weirdo to the dude helping you.. )
nagano: (no point in hitting rewind)

nyaice to meetcha kiddo

[personal profile] nagano 2023-01-31 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ If there's one thing he shares with his Pokemon incarnation, it's the amount of fucks he has to give when possibly walking into obvious traps: none.

Kaito rolls his eyes, but the gremlin levels of teasing do somehow manage to ease some of the tension away from his shoulders. If this brunette can crack jokes, he doesn't have to be so worried for her well-being yet. ]


Sorry, miss. You're cute, but we have to at least get dinner once before I start engaging in bloodplay. [ Spoken without a shred of hesitation. Kaito's social chameleon tendencies have once again allowed him to engage in equal levels of Weirdo-ness. It probably also helps that without his empathy around to give him migraines at the proximity, he's feeling more inclined to act playful.

Regardless, he gingerly tugs the stained cloth away and sets it on his leg before stripping off his own black gloves. Scar-riddled hands retrieve a glass bottle and dump its contents all over the woman's hand to make a play at cleaning the blood off.

Then begins The Wrappening. Tight, firm, but not too constrictive as to stymie circulation. Why does half of that sound [redacted]? More importantly, the fact that her skin feels frigid to the touch is probably only eclipsed by the fact that to her, his might feel like literal fire. ]


...There you go. And maybe I'll entertain that silly notion if you introduce yourself and tell me how you got on a snow sculpture's bad side. Maybe.
greatairplane: (Blushy happy maybe drunk)

[personal profile] greatairplane 2023-01-31 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, if only Qinghua knew what he was thinking. He'd happily inform him that not only would he cling to a stranger's thighs if he thought it would help him, clinging to the thighs of a demon prince was how he met his husband. So it worked out pretty well for him!]

Oh.

[A beat and then a happy little kick of his feet as he snuggled further, now feeling much closer to a proper temperature.]

I don't think you're cursed. If you were, you wouldn't have warmed me up so well!
madcuriosity: (Walk among the flowers)

[personal profile] madcuriosity 2023-01-31 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't realize she's terribly chatty. Most days she has to be silent and listen to everyone. As she thinks this is just another part of Wonderland or the Looking Glass, she hasn't much reason to think Laura isn't just as mad as Alice. She smiled up at Laura and nodded.

"It's very nice to meet you, Miss Kinney," she offered with a single-handed curtsy. She then brought Laura over to the flowers.

"Everyone, this is Ms. Laura Kinney, she's not a flower either... actually," she turned to Laura, tilting her head. "Are you a flower? I realize I had just assumed and that is terribly rude of me to do so. I'm not a flower, not even a wildflower. Though I'm certainly not a weed," she warned at the flowers and then turned back to Laura. "I've never met someone who was a flower and became a person before, though I've not met anyone who was a person and then a flower before, either, so I shall be impressed either way."
shatteredsound: (pic#6710880)

[personal profile] shatteredsound 2023-01-31 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Well. Almost everything. Drank that weird little potion finally when those freaky snow angels were giving us trouble. So now...

[ A little smirk because, okay it is kinda cool. Snapping his fingers, a little flame lingers on the tip of his gloved tip, waving it after a moment to dispel it. Sonic was, of course, gifted in catching onto things at a rapid rate. ]

But yup. Can't even make a run for it if I wanted to.

[ But enough about that. He'll get his power back, and get to the bottom of this world before finding his way back to protect Amy. And Tails. And get to the bottom of those islands and that mysterious girl. ]

Oh...uh... You don't remember? Getting trapped in cyberspace?
historicallyloaded: <user name="historicallyloaded"> (029)

[personal profile] historicallyloaded 2023-01-31 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Nitrogen gas, really? I suppose if you contain it under pressure and... [ He rubs his chin, as if reverse-engineering it in his mind from her description alone. ] —yes that'd work quite well, flammable risk aside. [ Which doesn't at all sound like a deterrent to him. ]

Ah...! [ His hand slides up to his cheek to support it and the wide grin he breaks out into as his imagination runs wild. Especially with the unspoken implication from her casual mention that this is possibly even commonplace technology for her. ] Where I'm from that sort of technology is rare and expensive and reserved for the likes of the Imperial Army. Not that I couldn't build such a thing permitting time and access to appropriate tools and materials, but I digress; [ Honestly the time thing is what holds him back more often than not. Probably for the better. ] what a marvelously technologically advanced place you must come from, it sounds like.

[ He sighs, more than eager to ask about holograms—he has no idea what those are, some sort of... hollow telegram?—but it belatedly registers she asked a question in kind. Escaping a harrowing situations together means they're friends now! So he can definitely impose on her later and pick her brain about it! He's sure! ]

Rightio, yes, drift oil. [ He waves a hand in front of his face as if to wave the previous train out thought out of his head. ] Yes, it's an alchemical that renders an object in a temporary state of neutral gravitational buoyancy, [ He gestures with his hands, miming an object slowly rising into the air or hovering like a balloon. ] such that it floats in the air no matter the weight.

Flying through the air by means of propulsion sounds far more exciting though. Why, we could have rocketed out of that maze and away from those dogs in a jiffy.

[ He twists his hips and regards the maze in consideration. ] Actually... I wager we could have easily rocketed ourselves to wherever the end of the maze is just as easily.
mahoraga: (400)

[personal profile] mahoraga 2023-01-31 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Without his ability to sense cursed energy, Megumi can really only go off what he sees, and what he sees right now? Looks exactly like one of the divine dogs. From the distance, the markings aren't apparent, but everything else about this creature looks very much like the wolf he left behind and misses so much. Naturally, one shouldn't approach a wolf in the wild. Yet, just for the chance it might be one of his dogs, Megumi is spurred on to approach, cautiously keeping watch on the creature, then breaking eye contact to avoid inadvertedly sending a message that he was threatening.

Once close enough, it's pretty clear this isn't his shikigami, but what he sees is still very majestic creature. Megumi doesn't get too close, recognising the danger, but he admires from a distance, also curious to see if the wolf will approach him. ]


Are you feeling hungry? [ He does have food given that he's en route home after going to the market. ]
tsygan: (forced myself to sleep last night;)

[personal profile] tsygan 2023-01-31 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( thinking back on this later, when he gets to know megumi for the kind of person he is and his ability to work with shadows like he does — trust us when we say he's going to want to learn all about cursed energy and shit — he's going to think this is pretty funny. like literally what are the odds that he ends up taking a potion that gives him a form so familiar to someone he's never met before.

but that's probably still a hell of a long way off, so we're going to stick to the here and now of things.

it's nice to know that he retains all cognizant thought processes when he's in this form, because when that question comes about? are you feeling hungry? is absolutely something one would expect to hear from someone assuming they're speaking to a wild animal. which. who could blame him?

and maybe he's feeling like playing along, just a little bit. because this seems like it could be interesting, and he's always been the sort to chase something interesting when it's plopped down right in front of him.

so he raises his head a little to look less menacing on his end, and if there's the smallest, most subtle side-to-side swish of his tail … he'll probably deny it later, but whatever.
)
tsygan: (;for a soul with premature wings)

[personal profile] tsygan 2023-01-31 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( oh, okay, you've got a pretty good ear; he might not have grown up on earth but there are too damned many people of his ilk spread out across the mars colonies for it to be any different for him, and even though he doesn't have an accent — well, at least one that doesn't only crop up when he's excited about something — the way the words fall out of his mouth is effortless.

look forward to being cursed at in russian a lot in future. probably. it's just the sort of thing that happens much without him realizing that he isn't speaking english in the first place.

just like a muttering under his breath when the pat to his ass comes. he tells his partners to watch where their hands end up when the circumstance is much more intimate than this — do you think he's going to take kindly to that sort of thing from a stranger? ( except there isn't much he can do in this particular situation, not perched as he is on a broad shoulder and being carried away from imminent danger, but … you had best believe there is going to be a string of grumbled expletives very much not in english that filter up from the bottom of his chest like little growls one right after the other.

did we get carried away with the parentheses? whoopsiedoodle. )

he doesn't have a chance to really survey his surroundings until he's plopped down on the couch, at least beyond the passing notion that this place looks like something straight out of a fairytale book one of the little babushkas back at the colonies would carry around out of habit for looking after the little ones. you know —

the ones that have an ugly old woman riding around in a mortar, wielding a giant pestle and coming straight for your heart because she's gonna fucking eat it.

slavic fairytales are more like scare tactics to keep little badass kids in line and you'll never be able to convince him otherwise. any-fucking-way.

he huffs and tries to keep from shivering as the other looks him over, tells him to stay put while he goes to get the bandages. or don't, and at that, he might just roll his eyes a little.
) Not gonna be a next time. ( not because they're never going to interact again, but because he likes to think he's not going to need rescuing again. good luck with that, kid.

regardless, he stays put.

and that whole trying not to shiver thing is not going so well for him — though he does note the obvious presence of someone else in the cottage that isn't his resident savior, and a female presence, at that. naturally, he has to comment.
)

So you live here with your girlfriend or something?
tsygan: (;for what they're made for)

[personal profile] tsygan 2023-01-31 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's never left a fight unfinished, if he can help it. but that's really neither here nor there. for the moment, at least.

but uh, hold on, he's never been the kind of guy to just let someone punch him in the face without some measure of repercussion —

though it stands to reason that he's already been caught off-guard enough by everything else that's happened up to now that he doesn't have enough time to react accordingly. which he's going to use in his favor later if it ever comes back to bite him in the ass that he just stood there and let a stranger beat the shit out of him.

the yelling is weird, but. every-fucking-thing else he's come across here so far has been, so par for the course.

when the punching stops, he immediately realizes that he isn't bleeding anymore; whatever pain had been there before is gone, no broken bones or whatever there might have been before and on that note — maybe he'd had a deviated septum from too many broken noses when he was younger? and he can breathe easier now? what the hell.

he inhales sharply through his nose to prove that point and looks at the other with a rather bewildered expression. no, seriously, what the hell.
)

Did you just punch me better?
revolts: (pic#16174625)

[personal profile] revolts 2023-01-31 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the good ear comes with hunting people for a living, you broaden your horizons pretty quick. he likes the way the slavic languages sound, somehow coarse and melodic at the same time, starkly different from japanese. ]

Yuri's not my girlfriend. She's… your age, I guess, [ he supplies as he finishes grabbing the stuff he needs around the house, sizing cain up for approximate age. that seems right. ] I offered but she's not into it. [ which is weird, but it happens. he's not sure how else to compensate her for him crashing here, but she hasn't kicked him out yet and sometimes even feeds him so he's just gonna see how long it lasts.

pacing back with the various things to patch cain up, (bandages, clean cloths, water basin, bottle of cheap straight liquor), toji sets it all down on the low table in front of the couch and then just sort of stares at cain expectantly. ]


Strip.

[ because that bodysuit doesn't look like it's gonna give him a lot of room to patch you up around it, and trying anyway is a great way to get a bad infection. he also shoves the booze cain's way. ]

Drink, if it helps. [ toji hates the stuff but he's a minority. and he really less hates it and more resents it for being a waste of his time and money when he does make an effort. ]
marigolden: (Default)

isabela madrigal | encanto

[personal profile] marigolden 2023-01-31 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival/enchanted garden:

[i wish... even when sleeping, isabela feels a little guilty for whispering the words. there are things that she wishes for, of course there are. but she's so used to putting abuela's wishes first and thinking about what's best for her family that those secret desires have been put aside long ago.

and yet it doesn't take isabela long to miss her family. the flowers around her are strangers too, and for the life of her she can't seem to make any others grow. the urge to panic is naturally high, but she forces herself to stop, to breathe, and tries to regain her usual grace. she has no appetite, and this little hunk of bread in the satchel pales beside her mother's cooking anyway, but she does hold the little potion bottle up. isabela arches a perfect eyebrow at it.]


Drink me. I don't even know what you are.

[she takes a deep breath, and mingled scent of the poinsettias and mistletoe are calming in their own way. before long she's approaching someone with a light smile.]

Hello? Are you new as well?

bonfire:

[is it ladylike for your teeth to chatter? isabela's just not a big fan of the cold, especially not when the sleeves of her dress are short and the hem leaves her ankles exposed. she hugs herself tightly as she stands as close to the fire as she dares, until she's finally warm enough to stretch her arms out to it.]

Ah...much better.

[the warmth of a hot chocolate helps even more. halfway into the night and isabela now sits at the bonfire's edge, legs tucked under her as she sips the warm, sweet drink.]

A story?

[she seems surprised by the request. would a song do? no...no, probably not. she taps her chin thoughtfully.]

What about the story of my magical house? Oh, or how I almost had to get married.
hairgashikata: (pile on)

[personal profile] hairgashikata 2023-01-31 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wonder..land...?" Josuke has no idea what Wonderland is, but this girl seems to know what she's talking about when it comes to mysterious blue drinks. Josuke looks from the girl, to the bottle in his hand, back to the girl. She drank hers, and she seems to be fine, if a little motormouth-y. But he figures there's probably no harm in drinking his own bottle, so he pops the cork with his thumb and downs it in one go.

"Whoa, deeelish—!" It tastes so good, just like a tonkatsu sandwich from St. Gentleman's! It's so tasty he almost misses the girl asking for his name.

"Oh, it's Josuke. Higashikata Josuke."
learninghumanity: (smile)

[personal profile] learninghumanity 2023-01-31 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you as well, Alice," Laura replies with a little nod of acknowledgement.

Was this what it was like to be a normal child? Introducing oneself to flowers, and imagining the idea of a person who was a flower, amongst other things. It's endearing and so vastly out of Laura's range of experience.

"I am not a flower. Or a wildflower or a weed."

With her free hand, she waves to the flowers to indulge Alice a little. "Hello."
marigolden: (pic#15691288)

arrival

[personal profile] marigolden 2023-01-31 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[there is something familiar about the loud, aggressive sound...familiar enough that isabela finds herself running towards it instead of running away.

it's only after she arrives that she realizes her mistake.]


Oh. I was sure that you were one of Antonio's wild beasts.

[a beast of another kind. she sighs, because it is disappointing to not find her little cousin on the other end of the growl. but the girl is cute, so isabela crouches down beside her, smiling softly to herself.]

I guess some people can sleep anywhere.
Edited 2023-01-31 22:55 (UTC)
marigolden: (pic#15689319)

bonfire

[personal profile] marigolden 2023-01-31 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
At least this girl wasn't snoring like the last one that Isabela found sleeping. The young woman sits beside Alice, keeping warm by the fire and listening to everyone's stories inbetween her own thoughts.

"It's alright," Isabela reassures her with a smile. "It's been a long day. I'm sure you're tired."

Especially if she's new too.
Edited 2023-01-31 22:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] emyoji 2023-01-31 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It could be a hot curse.

[He can't help but push, continuing to mock threaten Qinghua to see if he'll actually show some fear. Even in court, even among people that acknowledged his skill and work, there had always been a thread of discomfort when it came to Seimei's background. The kindest reaction was morbid curiosity, but more often than not the tone had been something closer to derision or unease. Who could really trust the son of a fox?

So he has to make fun of the situation. Really, what isn't comical about holding this man like a stolen bride? Playing into it, Seimei leans in to whisper against Qinghua's neck.]


Maybe my curse is just cancelling out the one you came with. You might pass out from heat instead of freezing.
xploud: (83.)

[personal profile] xploud 2023-01-31 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, about that... Katsuki had been recalling how he messed up this poor kid's home a bit, and he feels guilty about it. It's not destroyed - he's learned collateral damage is highly frowned upon since his first practical exam thank you - but it's probably not in great shape. He'll definitely offer to pitch in to clean it up, he's fairly responsible, but...his injuries do need to heal, and they both need rest for different reasons.

There's a tightening in the blond's chest, a cold and deeply uncomfortable feeling bubbling in his stomach. This kid is so similar to the fucking nerd. Too similar in some cases, when it comes to his gentle attitude and wimpiness. It's like being doused in ice water, and makes Katsuki feel incredibly small himself. Because he remembers. He remembers when Deku was like that, too. That little shit...he better be okay. He better be okay.]


Mm... [A pause, as Katsuki chews his inner cheek and takes a long, deep breath.] Your place isn't livable cuz of this shit, right? I found a cottage, people said I can have it. ...One bed, but there's space for two.
lordgivemestrength: (f [87])

[personal profile] lordgivemestrength 2023-02-01 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[She had been informed many times of her beastly snore. Sometimes her friend, Etna, would stick tissues up her nose to shut it up, or a cork. In this quiet slumber, Flonne is at bliss. Perhaps the flowers around her, and this enchanting garden felt peaceful just as back in Celestia. The realm was populated by angels, and all was peace. The angels heed no mind to one another, hardly disturbed other angels, unless otherwise.

Flonne was about five feet long, sometimes mistaken as a child because of her height. She curled up and her knees close. Her tail, with a heart at the end and a red ribbon curled under her feet and around her like a crescent moon. If it weren't for her bat-like wings, it was as if an angel was asleep. A small soft hum escaped her breath as one of her small fangs bared. Isabela's presence goes unnoticed as she rolled on her back. If snot bubbles are a thing here, there be a huge one from her nose.]


Mmmm.... Pure Pink Angel. Semi-final.... hehehehe~

[Whatever she is dreaming, it's making her grin stretch across her face.]
lordgivemestrength: (f [62])

[personal profile] lordgivemestrength 2023-02-01 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Pleasure to meet you Miss Laura.

[It's always good to introduce politely. As Laura brings up her curiosity, Flonne is sipping loudly from a straw in her drink. Mmm. Mango.]

I broke Celestia law and injured another angel badly. [A beat.] Couple angels. And humans.

Uwaaaah! [She panics a little.] I know it sounds horrible but there is a reasonable explanation for it!
xploud: (97.)

B.

[personal profile] xploud 2023-02-01 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
He's not usually one for large gatherings, or gatherings at all, really. Katsuki has always been a bit of an introvert, but once the local bonfires happening in the city reached a lull towards the early evening, he started to actually enjoy the quieter, lulling music. The warm crackle and popping of the fire's now dimmer blaze accompanied the quieter songs and chatter and became its own sort of melody. Paired with a steaming hot cup of spiced cider, he's actually rather relaxed for a change.

And, much like Alice...Katsuki also is starting to fall asleep a bit. He rises early and sleeps early, so even as she flops onto his side, he doesn't register it right away and merely grunts when he does.

"Oi," is the remark, paired with a far less aggressive jab of his elbow than normal. First of all, he's sleepy too, and secondly...it's a kid, he realizes with a squint of his eyes. He's got no qualms being himself around them, but he won't get unnecessarily aggressive with one. "Watch it."

He pauses, setting down his mug of cider (which is mostly gone, with about a quarter left) on the side without the kid, and peers down at her, trying to get his tired eyes to focus. He looks almost like an old man without his glasses, and does nothing to suppress his own yawn a second after hers. They're contagious.

"Mmh...shouldn't you be indoors?" Seriously, who left their brat out here to fall asleep?
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[personal profile] madcuriosity 2023-02-01 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Alice looks at Isabela for a long moment. She's never seen such long pretty black hair before. She then shakes her head and takes a deep breath.

"Oh ah, yes, I had to get out of the maze and while I've certainly gone through mazes before, this one was not like the ones I've experienced. But I suppose that is why it's a labyrinth and not a maze."
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[personal profile] learninghumanity 2023-02-01 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Injured, but did not kill? That doesn't sound horrible to me.

[Pardon Laura for not understanding why this was a problem. Assault is assault, yes, but she's got quite a bit of blood on her hands.]

What was your reason?
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The Dog | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

[personal profile] misadventurer 2023-02-01 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Arrival]

[The dog doesn't seem so bothered by his new surroundings, wandering through the garden happily sniffing each flower. After all, it worked in that maze of giant posies so why not take his time here?]

It's sooooo beautiful here! I wonder where Puss and Kitty got off too...

Oh, and I can't believe this place has free drinks! Well one drink, but it's still very considerate! Uh...

[Dog looks around, after realizing for a while he's talking to himself.]

Am I the only one here?

[Snow Angels]

[The angels around town make Dog a little wary, but not enough to run away from one of them. He's not really sure what he can offer them, as all he has is his sock sweater.]

Oh well, if you're cold... maybe the power of friendship could warm you up! Wanna be friends?

[The angel doesn't seem too approving of that option, and draws their sword. Dog barely dodges as the sword plunges into the ground.]

I mean... isn't friendship supposed to make you feel warm and cozy?
Edited 2023-02-01 01:58 (UTC)