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Test Drive Meme #3
GOLDEN GREENERY
Bloom by The Paper Kites
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The Paper Kites are an Australian indie rock/folk rock band from Melbourne. The band was formed in 2009 by lead vocalist/guitarist Sam Bentley and keyboardist/guitarist Christina Lacy. Their 2010 single "Bloom" has been certified Platinum in the United States.
Recently, Town was decorated by locals and Fae folk both. Things are a bit more colorful and the sun is shining more and more instead of the continuous winter gloom from before. The world finally feels like it's coming alive again.
Sorry about your possible allergies as trees blossom and spit excess pollen.
There also seems to be an emphasis on both green and gold. Crowns or other accessories of clovers are being made for luck. Whether or not they're actually lucky, who knows! Dragon-bonded are also being enlisted in helping with post-winter (and post Mind Flayer) repairs. Those creatures did quite a number skittering around some homes so why not lend a hand - clawed or otherwise - now that you're here? It'll help with offworlders reputation if nothing else!
Meanwhile, the Fae appear to have taken to the opposite of helping as they are wont to do. They are instead trying to trick locals and offworlders both with glittering chests of gold that most would know are too good to be true.
These are mimics who will attempt to devour someone that falls for the temptation of quick riches. Not to worry though, they're relatively harmless and all just for a good bit of fun. You might need some help though getting unstuck since they can be pretty persistent once their trap has been sprung.
Sorry about your possible allergies as trees blossom and spit excess pollen.
There also seems to be an emphasis on both green and gold. Crowns or other accessories of clovers are being made for luck. Whether or not they're actually lucky, who knows! Dragon-bonded are also being enlisted in helping with post-winter (and post Mind Flayer) repairs. Those creatures did quite a number skittering around some homes so why not lend a hand - clawed or otherwise - now that you're here? It'll help with offworlders reputation if nothing else!
Meanwhile, the Fae appear to have taken to the opposite of helping as they are wont to do. They are instead trying to trick locals and offworlders both with glittering chests of gold that most would know are too good to be true.
These are mimics who will attempt to devour someone that falls for the temptation of quick riches. Not to worry though, they're relatively harmless and all just for a good bit of fun. You might need some help though getting unstuck since they can be pretty persistent once their trap has been sprung.
CH-CH-CHANGES
There comes a time in every young dragon's life where they begin to experience some changes. That might be nothing new to those established in Town by now, of course, as the majority of their changes have come and gone. Nothing can surprise them anymore about their dragon-bonds.
...Or so they thought!
Whether established characters or ones just pulled through the summoning circle, springtime is a season that throws almost all dragons for a little bit of a loop. It is a common rutting season and those hormone fluctuations can strike when least expected.
Even if outside of your specific dragon's season or newly arrived, they'll be swept up by the rest being in so close proximity and likely be at least mildly affected as well. Some handle this season better than others, but there are still specific things to watch out for as more 'universal' experiences.
...Or so they thought!
Whether established characters or ones just pulled through the summoning circle, springtime is a season that throws almost all dragons for a little bit of a loop. It is a common rutting season and those hormone fluctuations can strike when least expected.
Even if outside of your specific dragon's season or newly arrived, they'll be swept up by the rest being in so close proximity and likely be at least mildly affected as well. Some handle this season better than others, but there are still specific things to watch out for as more 'universal' experiences.
- ⁂ Heightened aggression - The ways that this can manifest varies wildly! Perhaps you're more easily irritated or frustrated. It's also possible that this presents as an increased competitive drive with someone else or just in general.
⁂ Brooding - While usually described as an instinctual behavior of sitting on eggs to incubate them, for most dragon-bonded this will instead appear as a compulsion to cuddle up with someone dear. You have the instinct to keep them safe, warm, and where better than right here with you?
⁂ Nesting - That stick is really neat. It'd look great in your home, wouldn't it? Dragon-bonded will feel the desire to create a safe and comfortable environment for themselves and friends. This often involves cleaning, organizing, and preparing a space. For what? Maybe your character doesn't know, but will feel the urge to do it anyway!
⁂ Increased Libido (The NSFW Option) - For those of age, there will be a distinct increase in sexual desire that can be noted as well. While not everyone will experience it, it is something that can be present as an undercurrent either on its own or coupled with other instincts. (For example, the compulsion to cuddle isn't just that or nesting will be a result of attempting to breed.)
PLAYTIME
To help dragon-bonded with their seasonal and instinctual urges, Charlie and others have put together some games. They understand this might be a bit overwhelming and strange to those unfamiliar. So, why not make it as fun and enjoyable as they can?
- ⁂ Horn Locking - All dragon-bonded will find that due to the season 1) if they have horns then they aren't going away no matter their attempts to shift and 2) they're extremely itchy. Even the newest among them will have small stubs of horns pre-maturely! To help combat this and channel some unexpected aggression, dragon-bonded are encouraged to lock horns with one another. It hopefully scratches both the literal and metaphorical itches they're dealing with.
⁂ Scavenger Hunt(s) - To help with the nesting urges, a list of miscellaneous items has been given to dragon-bonded to search for. The reward for completing this list* is five (5) bond points. Charlie trusts that you'll find what has been asked for... but doesn't need to see it. Yes, that is a nice rock. It can stay in your home though, really.
⁂ Baseball - Even if called something else here, people will realize quickly enough: this is just baseball. Dragon-bonded will be encouraged though to hit the ball with one of their draconic extremities rather than a bat. They can use their tail, their hands, or even their horns to whack a small ball as far as possible. This game is set-up to help release some of that pent-up energy as well as indulge in that competitive instinct.
Rocky Talky
One of the things that was given to you in your welcome pack from Charlie was a summoning-stone. Although it looks like, well, an ordinary stone- It's actually magic! You can look through it and see someone else's face too if you're both viewing your stones at the same time. It can also record your speech and deliver that to someone else in a snap.
One of the other features is that you can scrawl on it. It will turn your writing into legible text that you can send others to read on their stones. Of course, you need to attune yourself to your stone first. To that end, it prompts you to set up a Rockstar Profile:
One of the other features is that you can scrawl on it. It will turn your writing into legible text that you can send others to read on their stones. Of course, you need to attune yourself to your stone first. To that end, it prompts you to set up a Rockstar Profile:
COMMENT CODE TEMPLATE
Notes
⁂ Hello and happy Spring! Welcome to Children of Bahamut's third drive meme! If you have any questions, suggestions, or feedback then feel free to ask here.
⁂ We have a top-level directory drive for ease of finding new players to tag! After some feedback, we ask that only new players link their top-levels though current players are allowed to top-level and enjoy the TDM if they so wish as well!
⁂ The list provided by Charlie will have approximately ten (10) miscellaneous items on it to find and collect. You can decide what they are and we're operating on the honor system here of your characters going out and finding everything if you so wish. (Just let us know when you turn in your bonds that's what your character did and provide a link if possible, but know that one isn't necessary!)
⁂ You can customize the the Rockstar Profile however you wish! So long as its readable, have fun. The profile image appears best when a 250 by 250 square image. Anything too tall might stretch it strangely or cause issues. If you need to edit or crop a picture to suit, we recommend using Pixlr as a free option for up to three images! We're not sponsored or anything, it's just neat and convenient.
⁂ Full Navigation ⁂
⁂ We have a top-level directory drive for ease of finding new players to tag! After some feedback, we ask that only new players link their top-levels though current players are allowed to top-level and enjoy the TDM if they so wish as well!
- (Example header: character name | canon )
⁂ The list provided by Charlie will have approximately ten (10) miscellaneous items on it to find and collect. You can decide what they are and we're operating on the honor system here of your characters going out and finding everything if you so wish. (Just let us know when you turn in your bonds that's what your character did and provide a link if possible, but know that one isn't necessary!)
⁂ You can customize the the Rockstar Profile however you wish! So long as its readable, have fun. The profile image appears best when a 250 by 250 square image. Anything too tall might stretch it strangely or cause issues. If you need to edit or crop a picture to suit, we recommend using Pixlr as a free option for up to three images! We're not sponsored or anything, it's just neat and convenient.
QUESTIONS, SUGGESTIONS, & FEEDBACK
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Also, an idea for a mating behavior thing: Perhaps those who want to mate feel the urge to bring their potential partners special items, like shiny or colorful things? Maybe they can even come from their new nests!
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character name | canon name
Ryu (Odjn) | Breath of Fire: Dragon Quarter
Vash the Stampede | Trigun Maximum, post-canon
Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age
Sakuya Shirogane le Bel | Hatoful Boyfriend
Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | Final Fantasy XV: Dawn of the Future
BYLETH EISNER | FE3H | OTA
The warm weather is a welcome change for Byleth. Now with his body fully changed, it feels amazing to be able to stretch his wings. He feels oddly at home in this form, and Byleth wonders if it might be because of the memories of Amani or the deeper influence of the Nabateans. Regardless, that doesn't change things right now...
When he feels that no one is looking, he gets a bit of a frolic on. If one could call it that. Feeling oddly restless and energized, he darts around in a grassy clearing, occasionally laying his head down and...scooting across the way, then flopping over to roll and kick before springing to his fours to do it all again. Even the trees are not spared, bearing claw and horn marks from his ministrations. Do you dare interrupt...whatever this is?
2) Egg felonies
Well. Perhaps there is something amiss here. Outside of feeling endlessly energetic, certain compulsions cloud his usually sensible judgement. Byleth is not satisfied with building a nest of sticks or straw... no.
He wants to steal.
Perhaps if you are someone he considers himself a friend or more to, you may find a piece of clothing or a favorite blanket mysteriously missing. An addition to the- well. If one could even call it a nest. It's more like a pile nestled between two trees atop a bed of moss. You may find the thief quite contentedly sleeping in it, only his snout and tail poking out as he rests in his ill-gotten construction materials.
3) I’ll soar away into the dawn. (POSSIBLY NSFW OPTION)
He's not quite sure why it fills him with a small sense of dread, realizing what this feeling is. He's never really been shy about physical affection, but perhaps it confuses the part of him that still frets over those memories not his own. Still, there is naught to be done for it.
He feels hot and itchy, and in a bid to somehow cool his body and his desires, he's taking a dip in the cold water of the fishing pond. He spends most of his time now at least half-transformed. Feathers are more difficult to bathe with though, so he has only left them on his neck, tail and extremities as he submerges himself.
Surfacing, he shakes himself, droplets trailing down long ears, as he scowls at the rippling water. This is not helping.
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Honestly, it was little things like this that helped remind Vash of the brighter moments in life. He loved watching beings - people or animal or plant or otherwise - getting to just be unabashedly happy. And it was a bit infectious, making him feel lighter until some of the dark clouds in his head eased and his curious, watchful expression shifted to a smile as he found himself laughing at the sight of them flopping and rolling and nuzzling their face in the dirt like a puppy with the zoomies.
OMG OG VASH!!!
HECK YEAH! 8D
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Nephenee | Fire Emblem: PoR/RD | OTA
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Spring is a special time for the country girl from Crimea. As much as she loves the chill of winter, spring has always signified the return of plants and crops and new life, as well as the chance to feel the warm sun on her skin again. Her plants all come outside her abode, and even more than usual, the Sentinel yearns to run and climb and now soar.
And that's just what she does. Garbed in what might be best called strategic wrappings, Nephenee steps into the early morning quiet, the extra cloth secured at her waist rustling softly in the breeze. The world is still, and she lets the calm of the dawn wrap around her, steadying her nerves, before she transforms. It's a fluid process that begins deep within, a steady pulse of strength and change that courses through her. Muscles and bones reshape and realign with ease into the form of something that feels both alien and natural all at once.
Her scales come first, covering her light skin in a layer of mist-silver that shifts between light silver and pale blue in the early dawn's light. Next, powerful wings unfurl, the leaf-shaped feathers on the membranes seemingly edged in frost. Claws are next, sharp and focused, and then gracefully curling antlers, their silvery-white surface reflecting the first warmth of spring as they take root, their delicate appearance belying their natural strength, like the earth beneath her feet. Her tail is last, unfurling like a banner in the wind, long and sinuous and tipped with strong ridges whose shapes are reminiscent of a willow's leaves.
The transformation complete, she exhales a white plume of icy breath, the energy inside her building into something she can't quite contain. The need to feel the wind against her wings and her claws digging into the earth she loves is too much to bear, and with a joyful laugh that thrums with the new power in her, she takes off into the air.
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[OOC: Feel free to contact me through this journal, Discord, or Plurk if nothing here strikes your fancy! I'm really open to ideas!
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So he decided to find a nice spot on the beach, take up his good old Ranger Blade, and run through the basic attack forms he learned in training. Vertical, lunge, side sweep, basic defenses, defense-opening techniques, on up to more complex, less practical forms meant for conditioning and building muscle more than raw effect.
Not that he didn't find a use for even those, once in a blue moon.
He is, sadly, as yet unaware of the Pouncening about to be enacted upon him. Not that he has any traps available right now.
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Vaaaaash <3
<3!
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Ryu (Odjn) | Breath of Fire: Dragon Quarter
When Ryu Odjn dreams of his Link, which has become rarer of late, now that they have seen the sky, he dreams of flaming red eyes, burning in the dark. Scales of gold and sapphire and ruby, and wings of light.
"Hello, old friend. Did you miss me so much?"
What is different, this time, is that instead of speaking, Odjn roars, and dissolves, and-- just like that time, deep in the Genic Dump, their wills and power combine. "It's time to go, old friend. Do not worry. We shall be among friends soon."
And so, Ryu awakens, and climbs to his feet, and... Well. All of this is new, isn't it?
He might as well talk to people, while he's here. Indeed. You should talk to others. Do not fret. Your life is not at stake. Not anymore.
Well, that's suspiciously specific. Perhaps one of these dragons nearby can be treated with. Can't be worse than Chetyre, right?
II: Scavenger Hunt
A celebration, eh, old friend?
Ryu nods. "And a Ranger mission. Materials hunting."
When done as a game, I believe it is called a 'scavenger hunt'.
Ryu nods. "Oh, is that so? Well, either way, it doesn't do to keep people waiting."
He looks at the list again, not sure this is really necessary. "... but... are you sure it's just these...?"
Odjn laughs.
"What? Come on, fill me in!"
You shall understand soon, old friend. Let us find these things for dragons near here.
III: Horn Locking
"... Hey. Are we Diving?"
No. There is no need.
"Then... What's going on?"
It is the nature of this place.
"Mm." Ryu pauses. Feels his horns. Growls. Draws his Ranger Blade. Several fairies stop him.
"wait, wait, waiiiiit! If you need to get out some anger, try butting heads with people!"
... Not the first time he's listened to fairies, anyway. Who's next?
IV: Rockstar Profile
While he's still connected to Odjn, well-- he's about to be a lot more so, wouldn't you say?
I Arrival!
"Hey, you're new around here, right?"
He sounds friendly, at least, although he's yawning when he talks, which can't help the toothy aspect any.
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Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age
[Well that's new. All of this, really. It's not where he'd gone to sleep at camp, it doesn't even look like the right part of Fereldan, actually. Nor Antiva. Nor anywhere else he's been to before. Maybe it's the Fade. Wouldn't that be fun?]
I see the... creativity in names is unsurpassed.
[Good work, Zevran, you've found the sign that says TOWN. Way to go. Regardless, if he found it, maybe the others did too. Perhaps they left him in some kind of joke, or something Morrigan prodded them into. Strange, he didn't hear any complaining, or even Dog barking.]
[So that's how the elf finds himself. Hands on hips near the fountain in Town, casting about for anything familiar, and, well, failing that. So hailing down some random (possibly local) is the ticket.]
Hello! I... do not suppose you have seen a party of [Don't say Wardens.] heavily armed and intimidating travelers passing though this place? Possibly with a mabari?
[Yes, because that's the most identifiable thing about the Warden's party, the dog.]
🐦⬛ BROODING
[Right, well, by now, Zevran's managed to make the best of it. It's not what he expected - but there's nothing to be done and he's nothing if not adaptable. A whole house though? All to himself? What a new and unexpected luxury for a disgraced Antivan Crow!]
[... Which probably explains why it feels not great. Why he feels a bizarre need to pull someone else in, too. It's just unease. It's isolation. Even with the Crows, he hadn't worked alone - until the end, at least. Totally why he's stepped out to find someone. Anyone, really, to turn the Antivan Charm™️ onto. The first adult he sees gets it. Dramatically.]
Alas - what chilly weather we're having. And I, with only a blanket to my name. How will I survive?
[... Okay, he's rusty, so sue him.]
Arrival
Sorry. The most heavily armed person I've seen so far is me.
Ryu, 1/8192. I'm a Ranger.
Describe what a 'mabari' is to me, and I might be able to help you look.
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1/2, Brooding, because I love torturing my muse with suave boys
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Vash the Stampede | Trigun Maximum, post-canon | OTA
If there's one thing Vash knows how to do, it's get his hands dirty and put a little elbow grease into things when he can see that someone needs help, so when left not knowing what else to do with himself now that he was stuck in this strange little place, he quickly decided to head out looking for people who needed an extra hand making repairs and fixing things up after the winter.
So it wasn't unusual to find him hefting around heavy boxes or repairing roofs or fences, dressed in a simple dress shirt and jeans with his bright, red duster kept tucked away in his bag. It was taking him a little bit to get used to the cold temperatures of the early spring of such a temperate environment, but he couldn't help but enjoy the chance to drop the burden of being Vash the Stampede for a little bit and just try to be...well, as normal as he could be. Which might have been easier, if it weren't for the strange patches of scales that had started peppering his skin in places. Feathers, he was used to. He knew how to deal with those, even if he didn't like to. But scales were something else entirely. And they were just as itchy when they were coming in, apparently.
Oh well. At least in this regard, he wasn't all that unusual. Not if the things he'd heard about others who'd been brought here were anything to go by. In fact, it almost seemed to help him blend in with the people around him instead of stand out. He...honestly wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that. Still, he did his best to keep them covered by his clothing as much as he could, just like his scars. He was very used to hiding his body. Same shit, different day, as they said.
2) Heightened Aggression and Brooding
The cabin he'd "claimed" was one of the smaller ones on the edge of town, tucked away a little closer to the outskirts and unassuming. He wasn't used to having his own house. If he settled down at a place to rest his head in the past, it was always due to someone else's good graces and the use of their spare beds. Ship 3 was as close as he got to having a "home," and even then, it was a shared communal space, and his living quarters there were smaller even than the cabin he'd taken here.
So the sudden bouts of irritability and the want for physical contact didn't strike him as overly odd at first, with how out of sorts his life felt in general at the moment. Maybe he was feeling homesick, lonely for the people he had no possible hope of seeing again even if he had decided to take the risk of seeking them out. And the melancholy he felt every time he remembered a certain figure in a dark suit and carrying the scent of cigarette smoke everywhere He went wasn't new at all, only the difficulty he had in distracting himself from His memory and the sharpness of the need he felt to be able to express that want of physical contact with Him in particular. He was used to shoving his grief down on a regular basis, but at the moment, it was as if it were omnipresent.
It came to a head one morning with a strength that left him cranky and unable to care if he weren't putting on his nicest face. That was why he could be found sitting on the small steps outside his front door, putting on a rather grand, pouty little sulk and doing his best not to break down into tears but unable to deal with the feeling of being cooped up inside where he could hide his emotions from everyone else. It was all he could do not to dwell on the loss that he'd been dealt barely a year ago, and even then, from time to time he would give a little frustrated noise, kicking his boots in the grass in childish little outbursts before he simply settled for burying his face against his knees and wrapping his arms around his own shoulders.
It wasn't as if He would have been particularly open to Vash's sudden, strange need for a cuddle if He'd been alive, anyway. His stye of physicality had never been the type for cuddling. This was just rubbing salt in a still very fresh wound, and Vash hated it.
"Why this? Why now??? Man, this sucks! It's just not fair!"
Ok. So maybe the whining little noise he made was him giving in to the urge to have a cry about it for a while, after all. It was fine. It wasn't like he knew anyone here and should expect visitors, anyway. He was alone here, for better or for worse!
That thought just made him give another, louder, more frustrated little fit into his arms, cursing and kicking his feet again with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob.
3) Baseball
The last thing he expected to see people doing here was playing baseball of all things! It was already such a rare thing to get to do back on No Man's Land, where humanity had brought the knowledge of the game with them into the stars. But here, so separated from that culture and in a completely foreign place and time? It never would have crossed his mind!
Which meant when he saw the small crowd playing in the field and began to recognize what was going on, his face lit up with surprised delight and he gave an excited little shout before moving closer to watch from the sidelines. He itched to go out and join them, always happy to get to play games with others and forget about his worries for just a little while, but he held back to avoid imposing himself where he wasn't invited and instead cheered them on without regard for who was winning or losing. That didn't mean he wasn't visibly vibrating with the barely contained energy, the grin on his face undeniably genuine for once, if anyone were perceptive enough to be able to read his normally carefully-schooled expressions.
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So, with his horns rather obviously coming in on the side of his head (something Odjn assured him would be fine, but considering their previous relationship, a good question), why not help this other fellow out? Maybe he should take up carpentry. That sounded nice.
"You're new, too?" he said, finally breaking the silence.
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Aurelia Sharr | Pathfinder | New Player
Golden Greenery
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[ooc: Short one point starter, but feel free to toss other starters at me! I’m open to Changes of any variety, and Scavenger Hunt specifically, but am happy to plot out anything! You can find me on plurk at Morgana9971.
Golden Greenery
"I daresay we were well overdue for some pyrotechnics," he says, offering a wide, lazy shrug. His dress is modest - black robes and a scowling red mask hanging about his neck. Atop his head is an impressive set of horns which may go some way towards explaining his slouched posture.
"You might wish to be just a touch more gentle with them, however. Some of the residents are rather fond of the fae and will likely not take well to their slaughter - irritating as they are."
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Angeal Hewley-Rhapsodos | Final Fantasy VII | current player
For some in town, whether new arrivals or old hats, the feelings of aggression and competitiveness and being absolute weirdos may be a wholly new experience.
For the three men who were known as the best of Midgar's best, this is just another Tuesday.
Part of it is just how some of their personalities are. (By which one means Genesis and Angeal's personalities.) Part of it is because Jenova likely tapped into some very weird genetics when trying to adapt to what it thought humans were. The result is the same either way, and has been well exercised in the past. Perhaps because of the nerfing abilities that arriving in this place, they've actually been much calmer than normal!
That changes with some mild explosions in the sky, lots of arguing, and maybe a very On Fire crash landing.
Hopefully it wasn't near anyone. If it was, or someone hurries over to investigate, they'll find Angeal straightening up covered in soot and surprisingly little burns. There's also - did something (someone) bite right at his neck, leaving it positively smothered in blood? Don't worry about it!
"That shit- oh. Hey, you alright?" Maybe he should be asked this question himself instead of being the one doing the asking, but Angeal isn't caring about that.
B - Repair Job
As it turns out, sometimes the local god tells you to maybe chill the hell out and stop
flirtingsetting each other on fire and making explosions and fighting so near to town. Fortunately, Angeal is fairly personable outside of.... things like that.He's also occasionally creative in his problem solving.
That's why anyone going through Town might find themselves being waved down by the large baker - sporting some brilliant branching golden horns from his head. That's the extent of what gives him away as one of the dragons, however. "Hey," he says, casually keeping his boot atop a shaking chest that's making some noises of distress. It seems he's lodged it into a hole in one of the buildings. "Do you think you could get me some spare wood boards? Kinda preoccupied here, so I can't do it myself."
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Considering how he gets with regular competition, Angeal wisely decides that things like sport and horn-wrestling just aren't going to be for him this month. So he opts for other things to help get some of his restless energy out.
Unfortunately, his lit has him being... weird. And perhaps specific.
Anyone in the marketplace investigating the fruit selection will have Angeal sliding on over to them, looking at what has their attention. The question is simple. "You gonna keep that?" he asks, indicating specifically the leaves still attached to the stems.
A normal thing to want!
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[I'll style match. If you want to make up a different scenario, just let me know, I'm pretty flexible for whatever, and Angeal tends to be around. Just because he doesn't plan on joining in the competitive stuff doesn't mean it won't happen! I'm also not opposed to NSFW prompts exactly, although be warned that Angeal is already in a pretty busy polycule lmao.]
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For a moment, he pulls away and clutches the fruit to his chest. Like hell he's giving up some of the food he's been working towards for the last few days! This is his! He'll--
Make. A fool of himself as he realizes Angeal means the leaves. "Oh. Those? I. Suppose, yes."
It's a quick twist of the hand to make the berry give up its leaf, and then a loud, juicy CRONCH as he bites in and lingers over it. Definitely tastes more like a berry than an apple. "Materials hunt?"
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Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher | New
Geralt knows little about the very aptly-named Town; it is merely where he has to be, since he has no current method of getting himself back to his proper universe. And while that rankles him-- he has more than just himself to look after these days, he has Ciri to think of-- he also can't do anything about it. Not yet, at least. He just has to trust that Yen would look after her in his absence and figure something out here.
For now, though, the best thing to do is keep himself occupied.
The notice board makes it clear that there's witchering of a sort to be done here, but there's also the more immediate issue of rebuilding. After a little information-gathering-- much easier in this place where no one seems to have an innate repulsion towards witchers, or even know what a witcher is on sight-- it becomes clear that Town is still recovering from a strange attack. (Geralt makes a mental note: find out more about illithid and what manner of creature they are. Another entry for his hunting journal.) As an able-bodied man, Geralt is quickly drafted into helping with the repairs. The many winters at Kaer Morhen have given Geralt plenty of experience in repairing damaged walls and fallen roofs, and it's an opportunity to find out more about this brave new world that he's landed in. A chance to listen to the townsfolk talk, to observe, without anyone paying too much attention to him.
While this isn't exactly what a witcher is made for, it's certainly true that a witcher is worth about ten men in terms of labor. You may come across him up on a roof, nailing shingles into place, or dragging a sledge laden down with timber beams over to rebuild cottage walls. It's a weight that you'd normally hook up to a draft horse, but Geralt drags it one-handed as though it weighs no more than a few sacks of flour.
2. Nest
Witchers do not nest.
But they do camp, and even though Geralt could probably have gotten one of the intact cottages near Town, being so near to a human settlement is... not ideal. Even though these people seem to have no qualm with him, he doesn't trust their good humor, and he's never liked the bustle of human places. He doesn't trust-- or like-- much of anything, really. In light of that, it seems best to travel out towards those overgrown orchards to the east and set up there, about as far out as he can reasonably go.
In the absence of anything that can be done to get him home, Geralt focuses on the practical. Shelter is a need; he fulfills it.
It's hardly the worst place that he's ever camped. There's tree cover, and enough leaf-litter and fallen limbs to start a fire with, and the weather's fair enough that he won't mind spending it outside. A bedroll might have been nice, but it's a luxury that he's done without before. He digs out a serviceable pit for the fire, ringed with stones; drags over a log to have a place to sit; gets himself enough firewood to last a night or two, and breaks the branches into manageable pieces with his bare hands. There's a certain... familiarity about putting up camp that sets some part of him at ease, even when he's far from home. (There's a lack of enthusiastic child wanting to learn everything, a lack of humming bard deep in the midst of composing. Geralt does not think about these things.)
His payment for an afternoon's labor comes in the form of dinner-- not as good as coin, but it'll keep his belly full. He has it set on a stone next to the merrily burning fire, warming up while he whittles at a piece of wood. Not one of his best skills, whittling, but most of his kit has apparently been left behind on Roach, and he'd have good use for a cup.
The thing about witchers, though, is that they have ears and noses that would put a bloodhound to shame-- all it takes is an upwind breeze or a careless step on a dry twig to give up a man's position, no matter how stealthy they think they're being.
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Labor
And all that about super soldiers being said, seeing a guy pull a cart of heavy timber like it was a child's wagon was enough to give a guy pause.
"Easy there. You'll make the rest of us look bad."
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A Place to Call Home [Closed to Wedge, NSFW]
What he doesn't realize is that the level of restlessness happens to be directly linked to his boyfriend and his recent shifts in behaviors. Day by day, the sunny demolitions expert had become more and more invested and engrossed in making their shared cottage home perfect and comfortable. Adding decor, pacing about fluffing pillows, arranging blankets, the entire works. Something about watching that awakens things deep and unidentifiable in Cloud's core.
On a particularly sunny afternoon, after (begrudgingly) bidding his boyfriend farewell to head to the markets, Cloud feels about ready to jump out of his skin. He paces for a minute or two, feet carrying him out the door, and then...
Well, Wedge will return home to quite a sight. A glistening, scale-and-fur clad bronze dragon, gouging at earth and stone to dig a some manner of chamber into the side of a hill within sight of the cottage's front door. He huffs and snorts as he works, pure determination in his slitted eyes. By the time of his other half's arrival, there will already be a sizeable cavern ready to go, a large pile of dirt kicked and scattered all around the grass. Cloud is inside, paws scrabbling to perfect the shape and size to accommodate his drconic form twice over. Odd, that- it is far larger than his species might deem necessary.
That massive head will swivel towards any sounds of nearby movement, following a perk of the dragon's ears. Upon recognizing the source of the noise, the ornate fins running along his cheeks and neck will flare up in an impressive display.
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Everywhere.
The immediate thought is that one of the cats that has been slinking around the house all winter (probably because someone has been leaving food scraps out for them) have gotten into some sort of tussle and torn up the grass. And then he comes around the side of the house and stops short, those blue eyes going wide in surprise and- something harder to name. Something that makes his heart clench and his soul ache and the soft voice in his mind that is only just beginning to make itself known gasp as well. Something that shouldn't hurt but it does, a deep, deep agony of loss swiftly buried in a blossoming swell of hope and love and things that align far more fully with Wedge's own feelings.
He blinks for a moment, startled by the sight Cloud makes (because it is Cloud, of course. Wedge would recognize those eyes anywhere.) Then he hefts the basket up onto his arm again and begins crossing the little field between the cottage and the hillside Cloud has chosen to dig out. He's all bright smiles and bubbling laughter as he picks his way around thick clods of grass and piles of dirt.
"I see someone's been busy."
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DEATH (the Wolf) | Puss in Boots | Current Player
Something is different.
Hopefully not a bad difference, but there’s something in the air that has Vorellim cheering passionate odes about rebirth and life, the ferocity of how it can burn like no other. It’s all things that are the antithesis to his nature that at first Death simply tries to tune out while idly (yet carefully) dragging his claws through the neck fur ruffled by his cloak. To be fair to his soul bond, clearly the sudden stroke of inspiration isn’t technically coming from what he can smell and taste upon the warm breeze, but what that breeze is stirring within his core.
Stifling. The beastman reaper’s tongue lolls out, taking in more breaths in an attempt to both vent body heat and place the fleeting flavor.
Most people should probably raise a red flag when a voice in their head attempts to convince them that everything is fine and that this is natural for the season….. Fortunately, he’s not struggling to hang onto the sense to consider getting to the bottom of things with their patrons.
But this cloak he usually wears won’t do.
Quite unceremoniously, Death strips it off, discards it into a corner of his dwelling, then decides that keeping his lower garments is tolerable. Every scale and mutation that’s crept onto his preferred wolfman shape is on display for all who might gaze upon him… let them look. Once he bursts out the door with a rush of energy.
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One might wonder what are the first things on Death’s agenda once he’s informed of the situation. Perhaps around town you’ll see him help with hauling around supplies for repairing Town, but only for a minimum quota of participation just because his teeth and bare claws itch for some real action.
After performing community service, perhaps one will venture into the woods and be able to follow a much vivid, coppery scent. The trail leads to the sight of Death chewing on a bone he’s carved out of the deer he’s carrying. Besides the snack in his mouth, most of the animal is still intact.
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[Got something else in mind? Even something leaning toward being nsfw...? Let me know!]
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And then she caught that all-too-familiar scent, her battle-readiness crashing into the forefront of consciousness. It didn't belong. Not to this forest. This was the scent of death, of battle, after blades sang and men fell. It caused steel to crawl up her spine.
Ya smell that, Persi? She made sure her mental walls were where her dragon bond could sense it.
{I do. Some sort of animal...deer?}
'Swhat Ah'm thinkin', too.
Even as a Beorc, Nephenee found the bond made her more sensitive to such things...both those instincts and the far more ingrained soldier ones told her she needed to take great care.
With no thought to who might see, she hurriedly undid her clothes enough to shift into her silver dragon form. It wasn't much good for sneaking, with its mist-silver scales that reflected the light, but its speed and power outstripped even her own natural gifts—strong and fast as she was—and that was what mattered more at the moment.
Stowing all of the cloth into her waist pack with one hand, her lance and shield strapped to her back, the Sentinel slowly approached the scent's origin on all fours, wings loose, hackles metaphorically raised. Her steps weren't silent, but the grace of the battlefield quieted them even in this form.
When she found it, she frowned.
She didn't recognize this creature.
Her stance turned wary, and her emerald eyes searched him—tried to analyse him.
Was this one of the off-worlders like herself?
Or some beast of the forest?
When Death saw her, he'd see a tall dragon with mist-silver scales, wings with feathered membranes tipped in frost, leaf-shaped spikes on her long tail, and horns not unlike the branching antlers of an elk—or those of a deer, like the one he carried.
If the sound of her approach didn't catch his attention, the cold coming off her might.
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Sakuya Shirogane le Bel | Hatoful Boyfriend
[Sakuya is a white fantail pigeon of startling size, maybe four feet tall if he's at his most upright? It's usually less than that, upright isn't a comfortable stance to maintain.
anyway you may see him strutting back and forth in agitation. How does he speak clearly and in a fairly deep human teen-like voice without lips or a very mobile tongue? bird mysteries.]
The indignity, honestly. There are matters of considerable importance going unaddressed while I languish in this backwater!
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[Is that... yep. Two tiny horns stick up through the feathers on Sakuya's head. Whenever he thinks no one's looking, he stands on one foot, lowers his head, and scratches at them furiously with the other, but he puts that foot right back down and has his head up again the instant he thinks he might be observed. There's a horrible itch, and then there are standards, damn it.]
Tch. One fresh humiliation, I see.
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[Ignis raises an eyebrow, but doesn't approach much closer. He'd thought that this might be some escaped creature from someone's pasture, or even dared to hope it might be similar to a growing chocobo... Yet with the revelation that this is indeed a person of some sort dashes all that rather soundly.]
By all means, I'm afraid that I don't know what you're talking about.
[They both know he does, but he's being passingly polite.]
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Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | Current Player
Give me envy, give me malice, give me attention.
Let's get this over with, shall we?
[Emet-Selch sounds more terse than usual. Mayhap you've chosen to challenge him in your new draconian forms, or mayhap you would prefer to lock horns in your natural shape. Whatever the case may be, the Ancient seems all too impatient to begin, and about two breaths away from outright demanding it. His horns are easily three fulms tall, curling forward from his head and then skyward where they taper into long, dangerous points, not unlike those of an antelope. Best have a strategy at hand, because Emet-Selch's golden eyes narrow threateningly, his head lowering. Mayhap you're used to his slouched posture and long lectures, the lazy way he shrugs as if even that takes too much energy. There's no hint of it now. In fact, he's launching himself into the air and plunging towards you without any sign of slowing down.]
[Or. Mayhap it is not Emet-Selch you take as your opponent, but another dark-scaled creature. Is it a horse? A dragon? ...A dog? Whatever the case may be, he does look rather ferocious as he grips a corner of one of the treasure chests in his maw and shakes it violently (and wordlessly) back and forth a few times before tossing it a few yalms away - just far enough to pounce upon it again with a vicious thrust of his golden horn, tassles jangling and purple fabric billowing forth. Indeed, it appears to be open season on Mimics, and approaching the creature or trying to intervene is liable to result in a quiet, low growl as the mount turns his vacant, silvery eyes in your direction and scrapes at the earth with his claws. The message is clear: this prey is his; go find your own.]
[ Scavenger Hunt. ]
Finders keepers, losers weepers.
[Normally Emet-Selch would think himself quite skilled at following instructions, being such a stickler for details and schedules. Today, however, he finds himself easily side-tracked. After all, why go in search of pointless articles that neither himself nor Charlie has any use for, when one can instead collect something far more valuable. Indeed, he has his sights set upon magical artifacts and large crystals. Perhaps he can be found haggling in the market over some artfully designed potion flasks, or perhaps instead he can be found clawing at the bank of a shallow stream in search of premium gemstones. Or mayhap you find him in dragon form strutting through town with a glittering sorcerer's rod clutched between his teeth like a loyal hound bringing a stick back to his master. What's clear, however, is that Emet-Selch has a rather...expensive eye. None of these objects appear fake in the slightest, but whether or not they may have some unfortunate mischief attached to them, well... That much remains to be seen. For now.]
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I think I'm ready to leap; I'm ready to live. (NSFW.)
[To say this month is liable to be the most exhausting of his life may indeed be exaggeration, but it certainly doesn't feel like it in the moment. The incessant itching of his horns is a major annoyance, yes, but it is as nothing next to the long-dormant urges which have become a constant companion dogging his thoughts and keeping him awake well past the point where night bleeds into morning. Even in his youth, Emet-Selch can remember few instances where he felt quite so...pressed upon by the Star to go forth and create in a far more carnal manner. And now? Now he is convinced that he'd prefer to consider himself far too old for such nonsense.]
[Yes. Would that he had never entertained the notion that perhaps he'd not mind revisiting the intimacy that comes from close companionship. And he certainly hasn't the patience to properly woo anyone now. Far too much trouble. Too much...vulnerability.]
[Fortunately, there is much to do and much to distract his mind. Indeed, now that he has begun to get the hang of dragonflight, the firmament offers him respite where nothing else can. Thus does he sail through the air, mapping out Town from above. His long eel-like tail stretches out behind him like a rudder to direct his course as he makes yet another circuit, trying to envision a sprawling academic campus nestled alongside the existing cottages and farmland.]
[He isn't paying much attention to those below, but if any chance to wave in his direction, he might deign to make a descent. There's always, of course, the option of joining the great golden-sheen dragon on a leisurely flight as well, so long as they keep a respectable distance.]
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You just might see a ghost tonight. (CLOSED TO CROSSEDARROW.)
[Emet-Selch had been taking Grani on another meandering walk when his familiar halts abruptly, head swiveling as if he has caught scent of some tantalizing new prey animal. The beast has always been extremely well-behaved, so it's something of a shock when he lets out a low bellow and goes tearing off through the undergrowth heedless of his creator's shouts.]
[Just wonderful. Exactly what he wanted. Yet another wild goose chase when all he wishes is to complete their evening stroll, return to his abode, and soak in a nice, scalding hot bath. Yet he follows after him all the same - on the off chance that whatever it is Grani has chosen to hunt down might be just angry enough and just wild enough to do him any real harm.]
[Thus does Emet-Selch at last happen upon them, greeted with a lizard tail fanning the air, and excited, breathy snarls as the creature no doubt sinks his great teeth into whatever it is he has newly discovered. Fortunately for Grani's prey, however, all the familiar is doing is snuffling around in his pockets for the treats that he knows should be there - and when it is clear that he has none, nipping at a dark sleeve until he catches the man's forearm within his jaws - nowhere near hard enough to break the skin, but firmly - so as to hold him there until he has a chance to stare imploringly into those heliotrope eyes and make his sharp snort of disappointment and betrayal known.]
Grani, drop it.
[Exasperated, Emet-Selch comes up beside his mount, yet what he sees steals the breath from his lungs, leaving him to gawk down at Grani's prize. Surely he isn't so far gone that he's hallucinating... that he's conjured up his heart's deepest desire returned to him? Emotion floods him, hope warring with sense until he finally addresses the man - Hythlodaeus.]
And just where have you been hiding at these past few months? Vanishing into the aether as you did, we were under the impression that you'd left us.
[His words are clipped, but his eyes betray much. Indeed, Emet-Selch will appear much as Hythlodaeus remembers from the days of eld - barring a few notable additions. The impressive set of horns weighing down his brow is the most obvious, yes, but a deeper look will reveal a soul unfathomably old - a long, plodding span of time which Hythlodaeus, too, has no doubt felt - though in a much different manner.]
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The thing he had not expected when what little remained of him had dissipated, was the dream that came. Leathery wings. Some scaled monstrosity that appeared neither viable nor even slightly plausible- and were he capable of gathering any sense of himself, now so tiny, so fractured, scattered far beyond any form of recovery, Hythlodaeus would most certainly have wondered why he could see anything.
But more surprises were to come. First, the feeling of something distinctly solid at his back. ...Ground, perhaps? Even having a back was quite surprising. The second thing, bright sunlight flickering behind his eyelids. A vague breeze. A scent that suggested rain to come. With a wince, his eyes opened, and with a low exhale he found himself pulling himself unto a sitting position within what appeared to be a forest road.
A single sign in lettering he did not recognize but found made sense in his head was right before him. Town, apparently. Town. Beleaguered beyond all imagination, he made his way to his feet and began to walk within the direction it pointed. Shakier than he would have liked. But the fact that he could walk was happenstance beyond his imagining. There were some fruit-bearing trees upon the path as well.
...And then he remembered what hunger was.
Perhaps taking a few would not be too untoward. As for actually eating them...
Well. Perhaps when his newly formed stomach chose to settle well enough for them to not come up immediately. His pocket would suffice for the fruit for now.
A few more steps. Perhaps fifty. Perhaps one hundred. He truly had no idea.
But then with the rushing of feet and then the aetherbeast was upon him.
He's an easy target. An easy one at the best of times, yet even more so in his currently weakened state. Obviously, he goes down. Alas. The last of his surprises comes in the form of a familiar voice. A wholly unfamiliar choice in headwear most certainly, but all else is an exact match.
The biggest surprise of a series of them, truth be told. )
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( Just a moment, dear friend. There's a faint amount of regret lingering within his gaze, even behind the amazement that was writ plain upon his face. His gaze darts from Hades to Grani. And recognition comes. This wasn't some corrupted, erroroneous version of the Astral Sea. Nor was that creature something that was going to tear him, like the other souls that had been drawn here, asunder.
If he weren't so confused, he'd probably find that a relief. Then again, if he weren't so confused at this moment in time, he'd certainly have found something more pithy to say than what comes at his friend's statement. )
...Come again?
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hythlodaeus | final fantasy xiv: endwalker
( Hythlodaeus had intended to help with the ongoing repairs to Town. Intended. Yet upon seeing the task at hand, and upon learning that there appeared to be an issue with his ability to (at best, middling) Create, Hythlodaeus had then decided that perhaps he would be more of a hinderance than a source of actual, viable, valid, helpful help.
...Well, then.
Seemed he would be best placed anywhere else.
He does find something though. Mid-walk around town, he did stumble upon the Faefolk. Or more accurately, one of their pranks. A large person with a strong body and roughened features (a half-orc, he would learn at some later point) appears enticed enough by their offer of a large chest spilling with treasure to "look after it" on their behalf.
They shortly take their leave. And of course, the person decides to crack it open. And of course, the person is consumed.
With eyes widened, Hythlodaeus might have wondered if it would be prudent to interject (or better yet- find someone far more capable of interjecting) but a series of titters and giggles from the suddenly reappearing Fae, and indeed a great bellowing laughter from the half-orc shortly after they're rolled around the inside of the Mimic and then spat out into a heap on the ground and now wearing a crown, stops him.
...And no.
He can't help himself but laugh as well. It's a quiet, almost soundless noise, mostly concealed by his hand rising over his mouth. Mostly. Yet his eyes do all the laughing for him. And oh. They're so amused. )
nesting. kindasorta related to the prompt, but not really.
( Given that he, increduously, had a place to stay with company, Hythlodaeus had decided that he would at least attempt to give something back. And thus, he had risen early in order to go to the markets in the aim of procuring a small gift. Freshly arrived as he was, Hythlodaeus did not feel any form of effect from the season. Yet the season certainly was in full swing. The markets in themselves are subject to something akin to multiple small fights breaking out amongst the Dragonbonded experiencing issues with their temprament.
Temprament isn't the only issue. There are minor squabbles formed from Dragonbonded snatching perfectly round, perfectly shiny, or just perfect, it would look FAR better in my place than yours!! items away from one another, and arguments erupting.
...Not for him, thank you very much. The latter centuries of being part of Lord Zodiark had resulted in listening to enough bickering to last multiple lifetimes. So. Perhaps his gift would have to be off the beaten path. He walked around Town for a while before slipping unto the small forest that spans between the summoning circle and the small settlement, eventually coming upon a wildflower field.
...Flowers.
It certainly wasn't Hades' day of birth. ...Yet perhaps the right assortment would be agreeable. )
Nesting!
That is until he turns and sees Hyth. Immediately, the flowers tumble down one by one as his jaw hangs slack. ]
Hythlodaeus!
[ He sounds relieved. He is relieved. Though his muted tone dampens any expressed emotion, his body language speaks for him. He trots over and gives an almost... play-bow, like one might expect of a dog that is excited to see you. ]
Thank goodness you're returned. Emet-Selch is going to be overjoyed to see you. Have you seen him yet? Let's go get him. Are you well? Do you need anything?
[ The questions come spilling out in Byleth's...weird monotone, and if it wasn't for the tail his tail is wagging one might take it as poor acting. ]
hi there! sorry about hyth's aversion to dragons!
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Caspar von Bergliez | FEW:3H (Azure Gleam) | OTA
Okay. Okay!
There is a whole lot that Caspar does not have time to stop and contemplate right now - first and foremost, the fact that his being alive right now seems… kind of impossible. Not that he’s ungrateful, but! It just shouldn’t be the case, he’s pretty sure!
He also doesn’t really know how to even begin to approach the fact that he’s somehow… here, instead of on the battlefield where he was expecting to die. And that dream… well, probably no reason to get stuck on that, right? It’s a dream. They’re weird sometimes. Just. Nothing to worry about there.
…All things considered, and with how desperately Caspar, in the end, does not want to think about anything that really matters about that situation, it’s not that hard to rope him into repairs around Town. Wherever it is he’s ended up, the people here clearly need help, so… that’s something he can do. He sets his armor aside and throws himself right into it, eagerly taking up any request for repair help he may here - the more physical the task, the better.
The harder stuff can wait.
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Caspar is kind of a restless person by nature, and his sudden arrival in new surroundings hasn’t really helped… but, man. He can’t remember the last time he was this on-edge, at least outside of an actual combat situation - or a lecture from his father. One of the two.
Anyway, the point is, he absolutely can not hold still. His head itches All The Time, especially the little beginning nubs of horns that he is also trying not to think about - but, uh. He guesses he can only Not Think About Them so much when the itching is threatening to drive him completely nuts.
Fortunate, then, that the guy who seems to run things around here has put forward a solution! Caspar stretches, grinning eagerly, no matter the opponent. If, by all rights, he seems outmatched, that’s fine! If it seems like the person he’s squaring up against might be… well, they still agreed, right? Besides, Caspar isn’t one to underestimate a fighter’s potential. “Y’ready to get this started?”
…If he’s totally honest, even aside from the itching and the chance to compete, part of Caspar is also… maybe pretty excited just for contact with another person? Wild. He’s a pretty touchy person in general, sure, but that hardly explains it.
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(( OOC: if you want to do something else with Caspar, feel free to go ahead and hit me with it! If you wanna plan something out, hit me up at
arrival. dimitri to also appear, but rosie first!!!
"A free stay on drinks on me," she'd promised and is good to word once he comes back inside. Whether he's just taking a break or finished, she'll slide something his way once he sits down to rest and smile. "Thanks for helping out, dude. Let me know if I can answer any questions for you, too. I've only been here a few months or so but!"
A gesture to her place before glancing back at Caspar and saying: "I've obviously settled in nicely."
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horn-locking.
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repairs
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Popp | Adventure of Dai | Current Player
Popp takes a while to notice all of these weird dragon instincts and clock them as such because he puts them down to great, fantastic, just the continuous process of puberty! The aggression, the clinginess, the general urge to show off and to have people pay attention to him? All incredibly normal, the unusual part is that he's been thinking that he'd especially like it if everyone admired his more draconic traits. Between his long, maneuverable body shape, double wings, and his existing flight abilities, he might be one of the most impressive fliers around! Maybe the absolute best, better than everyone else! He should fly around doing impressive feats and tricks for everyone to see!
He's going to practice by himself, of course, he knows very well that the most impressive skills to have are something you have to work at and fall flat on your face doing for a bit, which is exactly how he taught himself to fly in the first place. Twists, turns, looping his serpentine shape around trees and through itself in dizzying whirls, faster and faster...
Anyway what he has done here is tie himself in a knot. Just about anyone with reason to wander the woods could come across him cursing and trying to back out of this stupid fleshloop problem without also strangling himself in the process. Someone who he's on friendly terms with might receive a rock text with a location and a message:
Come here and help! And don't laugh!
Animal Instincts (competence edition)
It took a lot of practice and a lot of crashing, but finally, Popp has worked out an array of flashy flying techniques that he feels quite good about. He swirls into town in a meandering figure eight and ends in a landing that successfully loops his entire body through his own coils.
"Heh heh heh~ At this point, I might be the best here at flying. I wouldn't mind racing if anyone wanted to test that out, though!"
He slithers smugly around whoever he is talking to. If they're in dragon form as well, he'll tap his horns against theirs. Scrape, scrape. Personal space doesn't exist right now.
Mimic Combo
Thanks to some autumn forest adventures, Popp has acquired a frog, which seems to be his responsibility, and he has kind of a complex about having those! Yeah, it spent all winter dozing in the mud, but now it's out and about and deserves a froggy space to live instead of hanging out in the washbasin, and not just because he sleepily picked up the frog one morning to wash his face with. Nobody liked that! And the scavenging list he received has been themed around hinting at helpful items for a frog habitat. Now and then, he goes searching the town and the wilds alike, frog in tow to offer feedback, by means of either sitting on or refusing to sit on various rocks and pieces of wood he finds. Mostly the latter.
"This one's no good either? What are you, some kind of frog princess?! You want a velvet throne or something?!"
He tosses aside the rejected rock, only to hear a clink. Curious, he searches around and finds the rock... lying inside a chest full of glittering treasure. Gold, gemstones that seem conveniently frog-sittable...
"Oh, come on! Do I look stupid?! That's got trap written all over it!"
Animal idiocy
Oh? Why, Popp, whatever happened?
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Elidibus | Final Fantasy XIV | OTA Will Match Style
The compulsion to be close to those he cares for is not exactly a difficult urge to endure for Elidibus. Of all the strange biological shifts he's had to go through over the past several months, this particular one is rather harmless by his standards. Cuddle up and share comfortable warmth with another? A far better outcome than the full-body itchiness that had plagued him for so long.
Even if the spines in his hair continue to do so, for the time being.
Those visiting his home will be greeted by an Elidibus with wings and spines out and a distracted look on his face, "Welcome and well met, please come inside." The source of the distraction is immediately apparent in what appears to be a nest of blankets and pillows in the process of being arranged on the living room floor. It looks like the end result will be the perfect size for two.
His clawed hands move idly, clearly itching to get back to the project. "Would you be willing to lend me your aid?"
B: Playtime, Scavenger Hunt Edition
Charlie had done something unthinkable as far as the Emissary was concerned - he had given Elidibus a mission. Does it matter that this duty is a relatively simple thing, unimportant in the scheme of things? Absolutely not, according to his raging instincts. Coupled with the innate drive he has and desire to complete his duties no matter the obstacles, he can be seen in rare form out and about throughout Town.
Having already collected most of the easier items, there yet remains several that have been more difficult to source. Everything is rather small or simple, at least, so the unending drive to finish the list has been bearable.
At present, Elidibus is reading over said list while idling near the fountain towards the center of town. Upon approach he'll look up and spare a smile.
"Have you been given a list as well?"
C: Nesting (NSFW option available)
Eventually, Elidibus will have completed the nest he'd been working on in his living room - with aid or on his own, it only mattered that it was finished. Approaching his door now will show that it is open just a crack, the last to use it having not fully shut it, beckoning the curious inside. There, one can find the Emissary curled up in said nest, a wing covering his body as a makeshift blanket.
Blue eyes will snap open and train themselves upon any visitors to actually cross the threshold.
It's clear that his entire home has been ruthlessly organized - not that it had been chaotic in the first place - and freshly cleaned, by the scents in the air. It's also apparent that his visitor, namely you, has woken Elidibus up from a post-cleaning nap.
His deep voice comes, rough with sleep. "My apologies, I was not expecting visitors."
D: Wildcard!
((OOC: Feel free to post something else or hit me up in DMs if you'd like a closed thread or something else other than these prompts, I'm open to most anything.))
a. brooding
...he's just going to barge in and observe other dragons doing it. But he'll help too, he's not totally barbaric. Ryou's teacher is a good choice to learn from.
"All right," he accepts, moving to help shift the blankets up to create a little wall. "Mm. Base first, then decorations?"
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Brooding (nsfw okay, if it ends up going that way)
also okay with nsfw if it goes there!
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seto kaiba | yugioh dm | current player
state of the seto (physical description)
This far in, Kaiba is roughly halfway through his dragon transformation. His silvery-white wings and tail are small yet, but still enough of a nuisance that clothing no longer fits. He's taken to wearing a blue loincloth nearly to his knees, his scaled appendages adorned with various glittering baubly bits. His dark brown hair is now marked with white streaks, silvery horns peeking out. The atmosphere around him has a slight chill, his ice powers not quite fully contained.
As far as how he's dealing with the hormones...he's itching all over, but that just makes him a little grumpy. Hardly different. Needs a hug, will never admit it.
rebuilding
Keeping busy is an excellent distraction from how clouded his head feels. Kaiba throws himself wholeheartedly into repairing buildings, chopping wood, patching holes, and paving stone. He'd started to lose his mind staying inside for most of the winter, and keeping active is at least an outlet.
He's rigged up some makeshift goggles and wears an apron over his loincloth for this work, at least, but it's so easy to work up a sweat doing this. How does he still sweat when he's mostly scales...?
Whatever. Should anyone else be doing this work, he'll greet them with a nod. "Come on. Almost done---"
a nest-off
The urge to build a nest worthy of his mate is a powerful one, and Kaiba won't lose. He's hurrying around Town, a simple sack thrown over his shoulder as he trades and bargains. Silvery bits and glittering gems attract him most of all, and he's eager to buy, inspecting little twisted bits of scrap and sheets from every angle.
Should he see any materials he's quick to hustle over. Kaiba needs a base to start decorating so he first pokes at bits of cloth, gently scraping a sheet with a claw.
"It looks soft. One might even say cozy. But a nest needs to be durable, is there anything stronger?"
scavenger hunt
As Kaiba's search for the perfect trinkets and gemstones for their nest continues, he's roped into the scavenger hunt with a list of his own. He's just as competitive, jumping up and climbing trees in search of his wares. It'd be so much easier with flight, but his wings are still too small yet.
Not exactly a practiced climber, he stumbles and yelps, just barely clinging onto a sturdy branch with his hands
"Dead branch...should've waited for it to fall," he grouses, flexing his arms as he makes his way over to the smaller branch to snap it off. He'll worry about getting back down the tree in a moment.
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Lahabrea | Final Fantasy XIV | OTA
[The seasons are not the only thing to have changed, in Lahabrea's case. While he had previously been (more or less) able to hide his physical changes under his ever-present robes, the fact that his wings have since fully grown have made that all but impossible. Still, he stubbornly clings to the familiarity of robes, still the same black as ever, but now altered to accommodate both wings and the necessity of moving with a tail.
He, of course, makes no attempt to address either the wings or the tail, both of which are the same dark black as the scales that are scattered across his now-visible shoulders. But they are visible nonetheless, for the first time since his arrival, for all his mask still hangs at his chest. Some things never change, it would seem.]
{Spring has Sprung}
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[Lahabrea has ever had something of a temper. This he knows of himself, and has long endeavored to at least not let it get the better of him. Even if it has taken quite literally centuries to get to where he is.
Centuries that threaten to come undone with the turn of centuries, and his newly modified robes do absolutely nothing to hide the slow lashing of his tail. Nor is there any hiding the frown on his face. True, he is not making any real effort to avoid people. But he certainly doesn't seem to be in a particularly good mood either.
On the other hand, if people are willing to brave his ill-temper, he might be willing to talk. Or, perhaps, be easier to talk into some manner of spar, even if he will not directly ask about it.]
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[That said, when something isn't provoking him into irritation (and that is far more frequent than he'd like) Lahabrea finds himself... not precisely possessive, exactly. But distinctly more inclined to check in on those he happens to know well enough. A number that includes not just those of his own world, but any individual with whom he has spoken with on a number of occasions. As if the desire to be physically close helps... and it does, in ways he cannot quite explain. To know that they are safe, and though he is not in the least bit inclined to actually offer physical touch. Not even the onset of spring is quite enough to have him offer that, but there is no denying the way he is prone to lurking, all the same.
As if there is something he might wish for, even if he does not ask for it, at first.]
{iii: NSFW possible}
[The worst, however, is something that is not immediately visible. A faint thrum of a feeling that Lahabrea both recognizes and has denied himself since the events that first saw him returning to Pandaemonium. True, he is no stranger to the fact that many creatures have seasons during which they are driven to mate. That the same heat now seems to course through his own veins is something that he had hoped he might be spared.
Still, if there is one thing he knows, it is fire. And if the incessant heat is disinclined to leave it might as well serve.
Accordingly, Lahabrea can be found a decent way away from anything that might otherwise be flammable, creating ever more elaborate patterns wrought out of flame itself.
It does not help the problem which plagues him. Not matter how much aether he spends he will not be able to quell the arousal burning within. But it does at least give him something else to focus on.]
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[For all that there are many things about the season that Lahabrea has found himself affected by, the one that is the most irritating is this: like many others who have horns, his too cannot help but itch. And yet, the very nature of them - great curved things that curl back around his head - makes it all but inconvenient for him to actually manage to lock horns with most anyone.
He might be able to manage a fairly effective headbutt, yes. And might well be tempted to do so, ere the effects finally manage to fade. But in lieu of any proper way to actually soothe the incessant itching, passers-by may find him attempt to surreptitiously scratching his horns. Either with the silvered claws that have come with his transformation, or against any reasonably suitably looking bit of tree or architecture.]
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[When he's not trying to resolve the itching, Lahabrea can also be found busily engaged in a scavenger hunt. That, at least, allows him to avoid a sport that he only loosely familiar with. That it is also (somewhat) more easily handled while wearing robes is also a consideration.
...One the other hand, his tendency to be fairly exacting in his expectations means that actually finding something he deems satisfactory is something of a task. More so than might have been intended, given the lists. Anyone drawing particularly close may therefore finding him turning to them.]
Have you seen aught that might suit this description?
[That which he indicates is never anything terribly fancy. A well-worn stone. An orange flower. A leaf from an old tree. But regardless of what it is, he treats the request with the same severity he does everything else.]
Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | Final Fantasy XV: Dawn of the Future
A woman with blonde hair wearing a ripped and dirty white dress stumbles into Town. She seems confused, asking various people where she is. Perhaps she comes up to you?
Or perhaps she was directed to Charlie and you find Lunafreya later as she's talking to an obviously fae creature. In her nativity, they are presenting her with a gift, a chest of gold- to afford a change of clothes, of course! No tricks here! Will you step in and save her?
"For me?" She asks, clutching a hand to her breast. "Are you certain?"
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The mood swings come subtly at first, an altercation as you accidentally bump into her as she's hurrying through Town to the market in search of things to decorate her new cottage.
"Pardon me!" Though the way she says it is obviously sarcastic, along with the glare she's aimed, implying it is actually you who is at fault. Where did she learn to be so aggressive? Is it from her time spent around Sol? She seems to realize her error quickly though. "Oh! My apologies! I failed to watch where I was stepping!"
Or maybe the mood swing is just too embarassing! The temptation to cuddle up to a random stranger, or worse! Lewd, deviant thoughts going through her head as she sits on a nearby bench, legs crossed and squirming uncomfortably, her pale cheeks flush.
"Oh dear!"
[[OOC: Open to all moods, NSFW OK]]
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[Horn Locking] How irritating! This itch on the side of her head. Small silver buds of horns peek out from blonde locks, Lunafreya trying to hold herself back from scratching. Of course she's too polite to ask someone if they will butt heads with her, despite watching others get relief from it. It is her way to suffer in silence. Her hands twitch, but she seems to be in control. For now.
[Scavenger Hunt] Oh! Finally something fun! But is it really okay to take this rock? Lunafreya seems to be crouched down considering it when you arrive as well, her hand flying to the stone just as you reach for it, your hands colliding.
"Ah-!"
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[[OOC: Luna is from the official alternate ending book, Final Fantasy XV: Dawn of the Future. I thought it would be cool to play this version of her. I am also voice testing, so go easy on me!]]
arrival
And with some recent arrivals, it seems they've gotten even more worked up and are interested in messing with various individuals. Ignis has already had to intervene once in the past week or so in order to keep either the Fae from being offended or a new arrival from burning the whole place down.
So when he hears the latest string of giggling.... Well, he does follow it if only so that he can make sure at least his day isn't interrupted, and perhaps to spare a poor soul from trickery.
He is not, it must be said, expecting that new soul to be Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.
Ignis's brain might stutter from the surprise, but years of training already have him bursting into a sprint. One hand is fetching a rock from his pocket; the other is prepared to get a knife. "Lady Lunafreya!"
Man, you guys are fast! <3
i have ignis's hyper attentive retainer reputation to maintain
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/slams in here
Why hello! Hoping I can do her justice!
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SISTER!!!!!!! :DDDDD || Scavenger Hunt
BROTHER! Pls go easy on me!
i will try to contain my excitement !
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LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IVE ALWAYS KNOWN THESE TWO WOULD GET ALONG LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE
FUCK YEAH! LET'S GOOOOO! (Totally a Luna thing to say /s lmao)
It's ok, Prompto can say it x50 if needed, he is a dork. World's smartest idiot. Sad puppy boy.
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Ch-ch-changes (sfw, sorry Luna you're too sister-coded)
Gladio are you calling her short? Lol
To be fair, everyone is short to Gladio!!
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arrival.
Finally getting to my tags!
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Reach | Original | New character, returning player
Touch and go
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[Ravus] Creating from the heart
He finds himself stumbling towards Ravus' cottage with a large pack slung over his shoulder, filled with leatherworking supplies- things for tooling, and for dying different hides. In his arms even more is piled high, threatening to spill onto the ground. Leather samples, example pieces, things to work with and things to teach with. Right on the very top, there also sits a neatly wrapped bundle with a bow around it. Prompto shimmies his way to the door, just barely able to knock. He does so with a few swift kicks of his foot.
Whenever it opens, Prompto peeks around his pile of sundries to give Ravus the brightest of smiles, no scales present to obscure the freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. "Heyyyyy big man! Brought the goods! You ready to make some cool things or what?!"
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"Err- welcome, little one. Yes, I am quite ready, though I hadn't realized you'd be bringing the entire workshop." He brings the boxes, scraps and oversized bundle over to the broad table he's mostly been using as an alchemy bench. He's just grateful he thought to declutter it ahead of time as he sets it all down. Then comes back over to Prompto to usher him inside, and shut the door behind him.
Once he's locked the door, he sets a hand on Prompto's lower back, and bows to press a chaste, but affectionate kiss to his cheek. "Mind you, it is not with complaint, though. I'm glad you're so enthused."