childrenofbajablast | Test Drive Meme #3

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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.

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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.

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.

Heightened aggression

competitive drive

Brooding

compulsion to cuddle up

Nesting

Increased Libido (The NSFW Option)

those of age

sexual desire

just

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

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Scavenger Hunt(s)

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Baseball

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:

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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!

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⁂ 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!)

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"Oh, man. You can just have people over, huh? Pretty important guy, here." Out of anyone else, that might sound sarcastic, but Ryu was poor as shit for the first sixteen years of his life. He means it.

He looks over the other houses as they pass. "Hm. Are there any with... like... A skylight, maybe? A place you can get out on the roof for a while?"

Still in the throes of his slowly-progressing transformation, Kaiba isn't in the most social of moods. His wings and tail are big enough now that human clothing no longer fits, and so he's taken to wearing a loincloth. His hair is littered with white streaks, most of his flesh has given way to white scales, and there's a bit of a chill in the air around him. Spring is not his season.

But he still feels the powerful urge to create a nest for his little clan, and so he's out on the hunt. His stubby tail swishes impatiently as he squints at the paper. This bright and energetic one...definitely not the kind of energy he usually gravitates to, but maybe she can help? He looks at her with a small nod.

"...It'd be easier if I could fly yet, but my wingspan's still too small," he groused. "Did you happen to see an orange flower?"

Edited 2025-04-09 00:34 (UTC)

Animal Instincts (idiot edition)

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!"

[Luckily for Elidibus, and perhaps unluckily for Emet-Selch, the wings in his dragon form were similar enough to his transformed state to make for an easy adaptation. Having a transformation that bore traditional wings at all was a fortune that continued to provide, their familiarity and the gift of flight they brought made the skies all too easy for the Emissary to traverse.

That being said, when Elidibus notices Emet-Selch flying above, he joins him. With the beat of feathered wings and the swishing of his feather-fanned tail Elidibus all but twirls through the air to close the gap. When he pulls alongside his friend, he gives him a dragonic smile. Even if Emet had not seen Elidibus around in his full dragon form the gradient between Light to Dark and the precise shade of his eyes would mark him well enough.

The matter of his aether and soul revealing his identity aside, of course. He does not, in fact, keep a respectable difference.

With a powerful push of his wings Elidibus pulls ahead and alters his flight to go belly-up - the better to hold a conversation face-to-face. It also scratches that itch he has himself, of desiring to be vulnerable with another. And what better way to show that trust, that vulnerability, than to reveal one's underbelly? It's a strange animal urge, but Elidibus does not expend the energy to resist it.]

Mithrun, honestly, knows Angeal far too well by now to be surprised by that question. He just kind of deadeyes him - and steps forward, reaching up to cup Angeal's jaw and tilt his head, checking the state of that bite. He can guess, of course, where it came from, and that it will doubtless be fine, but-- listen. Might as well check, right? Right. There is no other specific reason for him to have that impulse to get his hands on Angeal's face.

"Yes. Who's winning?"

[ Oh what fun! ]

And what are you going to do, throw me in the lake again? Don't threaten me with a good time.

[ Byleth can enjoy a bit of banter. As a treat. But threats can wait. Now he has some new moves to teach the big dragon. First, an overhead loop, the stall-and-dive, and lastly, the rather more difficult trick of tucking one's wings against the body and performing a spin. Once he is quite satisfied with Emet-Selch's new flight training... and both of them are quite exhausted he allows himself to glide with him in at an easy pace. Wingtip to wingtip, releasing him from the rigors of flying directly under him. ]

You're more nimble on those wings than I thought.

[ Cheeky? Yes, but affectionate needling is simply becoming one of his favorite pass-times at this point. ]

[ Hythlodaeus isn't the only one that has come to gather flowers. Shortly, a smaller black-gray dragon emerges from the bordering forest, a mouthful of picked flowers held tightly in his maw.

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. ]

Big ol' eyes gleam out from under the covering shelter of Byleth's wing.

"I hear dragon scales are supposed to be as hard as steel anyway, so... maybe that's the baseline my body's working from right now?"

Listen, Popp is a rapidly growing mage and can in theory take care of himself perfectly well, but it's also just so nice to feel all snug and secure under someone else's protection, like that time the professor gave him the coat off his back ramped up a hundredfold. Byleth has a certain feel to him, soft but still kind of authoritative, and both his new instincts and his actual personality are in agreement that he's very trustworthy. Later on, Popp might put the blame for the cuddlefest on the instincts alone.

A: Brooding

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.))

Edited 2025-04-09 03:38 (UTC)

Between sound and smell, it doesn't take Death long to notice a fellow dragon-bonded of the cold. For a few moments he continues to work at the bone in his mouth, but it's too big for him to talk around, and so the draconic wolf plucks it out into his free hand.

"Well now, you're a face I haven't met before," he calls out. "Hola, hello."

The smile he gives isn't exactly brimming with warmth, even if wasn't showing from a canine face with unearthly eyes and sharp teeth. Death idly drummed the tips of his claws against his catch.

"You may have a share of this freshly caught venison if you like... or perhaps you'd rather an excuse to fight me? I will not be offended, considering the current circumstances."

While she did appreciate one of the lists having things from her new inn on it to encourage people to visit, she hadn't quite expected... all that came with the faces showing up. A lot of people were just more energetic than usual, sure, but some were asking about 'special' accommodations and how well her rooms were sound-proofed. Without getting any of the fun herself and her own mating season apparently extended, well- It put her a little on edge.

She isn't anything but perfectly pleasant as always but there is an undercurrent of aggravation there that can't be denied. "What are you looking for?" she asks Nephenee, who she presumes is here for a scavenger hunt item like some of the other offworlders. She leans over the bar - giving a generous view that she doesn't actually intend for once of her cleavage - as she tries to peer at the list the other woman has been provided.

"Mm, I might have that in the back. You can help me look, if you want? I can probably step away for a minute or two."

"Jeez, girl, overkill much?"

Rosie can't actually blame the other woman for her dramatic disposal of the not-actually-treasure-chests. She hadn't fallen victim to them herself, thankfully, but seen a handful of folks who had. It was always kind of comical, but- Seems this lady didn't find it as funny.

"I don't know where you're from, but they won't actually hurt anyone here. They're mostly just a stupid prank by the Fae." For as frustrating as they could be, the little guys didn't actually mean any harm. They'd humiliated her before and caused a headache or two but never hurt her by any means.

While her inn had technically been opened after the whole Intellect Devourers debacle, it had still been damaged. Nothing more than a leaky roof, thankfully, and some tidying up to do but- She appreciated the help. The new offworlder that rolled in had been energetic and enthusiastic to get going so she didn't mind putting him to work.

"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."

He gave a little yelp of surprise at the way the dragon form just melted away with a shake, actually taking a step back and blinking at him with wide eyes. And then, the moment of shock having passed, he let out a loud bray of laughter and grinned as he reached over to shake the outstretched hand.

"Well that sure looks handy!" And though he won't say it out loud, he's a bit jealous at how easy it appeared for the other man to just switch between his inhuman self. If only he'd had that same ease, when his feathers were manifesting, it would have been one less thing to stress him out. "And thank you. Everything seems to make about as much sense as could be expected, I suppose, so I don't have too many questions. It's just...a bit strange finding myself here at all, if I'm being honest."

His entire life has been spent rolling with whatever punches come his way. Sure, this is the strangest way things have changed in the past 150-some-odd years, but at least it's peaceful. Honestly, the thing that gave him the most apprehension was the young man claiming to be a "newly appointed God." He was dubious about the existence of those at the best of times. The truth of the claim and implications of random people just suddenly being granted Godhood in this place if it were true?

No, he's not sure just what to think of that. Even if Charlie seemed nice - if not overworked - enough.

Well, he isn’t immediately threatening her—for the moment, at least. That’s a slight relief, but it does little to help her relax.

That voice. It's the sound of a sword being pulled from a scabbard, metal honed to a deadly edge, a scythe cutting through ripe heads of wheat, and the soft rasp of breath escaping a dying man’s lips.

Nephenee knows death. She’s seen it in the hollow gaze of those she’s struck down, in the faces of her father and others lost to the plague. She’s smelled the sickly-sweet blood soaking into earth, the acrid stench of burnt flesh. She’s heard the wails, the cries of carrion eaters.
And she's dealt it out far too often—felt steel and silver slicing, smashing through skin and bone, the heat of blood on her hands.

But this—this is the first time she can say she's heard its voice.

Even without knowing who this is, every instinct sharpens at that sound. It's a chaotic, unpredictable song she knows too well. A dance with death, demanding perfect steps to a sharp, unforgiving rhythm.

The cold rolling off him burns, stark against the inner warmth still lingering from her true form. It’s not just his dragon-bond—it’s the brush of death’s hand, too close to her hips, a fleeting touch of something far too intimate. A reminder of the misstep that drew the line between life and death razor-thin. Only her battle-readiness keeps her from showing the tension tightening her abdomen. Thank the gods her scales don't reflect her scars...

{Nephie? I don't like this guy...}
Ah don't either, Persi...

Cautiously, the Sentinel settles back onto her hindlegs—she doesn’t reach her full height, but at around twelve feet, she looms. She doesn’t need to know how strong or fast he is to know one thing for sure: take care.

And if that means she has to treat him like the apex predator he is, then that’s exactly what she’ll do.

The silver dragon smiles, but it never quite reaches her emerald eyes. The mist curling off her wings speaks of cold, but her voice is warm—like apple pie and the country. "Hello. Naw, Ah don't reckon we've met, neither."
Not like this, at least... She offers a polite nod. "Ah'm Nephenee."

Her eyes flicker to his kill, then back.
"An' while Ah thank ya kindly for your offer, sir, 'fraid Ah ain't hungry. Had a big lunch."

Not quite true. The soldier is a furnace, needing constant fuel even as a beorc—but one look at the deer had killed whatever appetite she’d had. Thank Yune and Bahamut both she has a strong stomach.

Nephenee tilts her head slightly, the blue ribbons there shifting in her mists.
"Ah sure don't see no point in fightin' ya...Why would ya think Ah wanna?"

Edited (Mixing tenses, oops) 2025-04-09 09:50 (UTC)

[He might still be smiling, but the expression began to look a little less amused as the man continues to question his intelligence, if someone knows what to look for, and more tired.]

Can't say I've ever heard of Tevinter. Honestly, I just got here, so if that's a city in this place, it's news to me, just like everything else is. If it's not little bits about Earth and it's not No Man's Land, then I don't know anything about it. And there's nothing that grows like this place does, on No Man's Land.

[Does this guy know where Earth and No Man's Land are? He absolutely doubts it. But he's feeling a little petty, at this point, so he doesn't elaborate on them in any way.]

He gave a little snort of amusement at the mental image of a dragon trying to hammer something with it's claws and shook his head. "No, I doubt that would be very productive, or safe." But then the offer of carrying the wood - strapping it to her back, no less - made him feel a twinge of self-conscious guilt at just the thought, and he shook his head.

"There's no need for that, honestly, I can carry it the rest of the way. It's just up the road, it'd take more time to secure it to you than just me carrying it, and it's really not heavy." There were benefits to being inhuman, sometimes, even if he downplayed it as much as he possibly could. He would never admit openly to being able to carry things that most humans couldn't, and the number of people back home who had been augmented artificially to be able to do similarly had made it easier to hide, but he wasn't going to make someone else carry the load just so he could be a little lazy.

He nodded his head toward a little cottage down the path and shifted on his feet to forecast that he was ready to begin walking that way again.

"It's really more just that having two people to hold the planks while they get nailed up makes things easier. It's just this way, come on, I'll show you."

It was hard not to be fascinated with the way the people on the field, aside from foregoing the use of actual bats instead of their limbs, were also in various levels of openly displaying and using their dragonic traits hit the ball. So many vibrant colors and styles of inhuman traits - wings, tails, feathered and leathery and scaley features scattered throughout - that it almost made him feel a strange sort of...relaxed, compared to how he normally felt. Kind being amongst kind, in a way, even if he wasn't ~~yet~~ a dragon. Their inhumanity was still close enough to his plant features when they manifested that it almost felt like being...safe.

So maybe he looked a little more flustered than one would expect, when one of those with more dragonic features than some of the others actually approached, brightly-feathered tail and all, and greeted him. He gave an awkward little laugh and waved, smiling at him in a way that made his eyebrows lift up and his eyes close briefly before he relaxed again.

"That obvious, huh?" Not that he wasn't a stranger to sticking out like a sore thumb. "I just got here, actually. I'm Vash."

He glanced out at the crowd on the field, mentally counting the number of people on each side, before turning to smile at him again.

"You wouldn't mind? I didn't want to impose, but I'd love to join if you've got an opening!"

He was so lost in his own head, buried against his knees as it was, that he didn't notice the young man sitting on his roof until he actually spoke. It startled him enough that he flinched sharply, lifting his head with a gasp before looking around and down and then finally up over his head.

Shit. He gave a startled laugh and tried to put on a bright smile, but the tears that had started making their way down his cheeks were hard to miss, and his face was pulled uncomfortably tight with the expression, his eyes closed and his eyebrows lifted almost all the way to his hairline in an expression that looked almost more like a pained grimace pretending to be a smile.

"Geeze, you startled me!" It really didn't help that the person on his roof looked little older than a kid, which was only confirmed when they made a little joke about "growing out" of emotional outbursts. Nope. He hated talking about the things going through his head at the best of times, there was no way in Hell he was going to unload his problems on a kid. "It's no big deal, really. Just feeling a little homesick, you know? I just got here, and all my friends are back home. And sometimes you just gotta cry it out a little, right? Happens to everyone sometimes, doesn't matter how old they are. I'm fine!"

The sharp, high-pitched laughter he gave afterward was anything but happy. He palmed at his face to wipe away the tears, shaking one of his hands out as if he were trying to flick the emotion away with the moisture.

Far be it from him to call anyone out on lifting things well above what they look like they should be able to. Instead, he just stepped back before he got in the way, looking mildly impressed, and gave two enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"Hey, can do! There were some holes in the roof out back they needed help fixing, so I was just headed that way." Which reminds him that the work entails a skill that he's never actually had a chance to learn before, and well, maybe now is as good a time as any to see if anyone can help show him how.

"You wouldn't know how thatching works, would you? It's not a style we had back home. No grasses to speak of, so it was all wood or shingle or tile, or metal plating instead."

He laughed softly, nodding as he began spreading the manure around the opposite side of the plot. "Sure does! Things were getting better, but you know, these things can take time." Like the time it took for more relief ships to get from Earth to No Man's Land after the end of the war. And the time it took to allocate those relief supplies and coordinate their proper use and distribution.

He stopped to nod at the other, smiling.

"Yep, covering the whole planet. The only places not covered in endless sand were in...hmm..." How to explain a ship's botany domes to someone who might not be familiar with large space-fairing ships? "Like large greenhouses? And tiny homesteads that were lucky enough to have-..."

How to explain his sisters? Because it was no longer a secret what he was, back home, or that his people - even the ones in the tanks - weren't just mindless generators. But this wasn't home, and he didn't know how easy it would be for someone not from where he was from to understand the concept of bioplants.

"We have a system where certain members of the community are able to create greenery, but until recently, they'd been really isolated, so their gardens were really small. Only large enough for a couple of families at most."

"My intent for coming out here was to sink my teeth into something worthwhile, burn off some of the... restlessness that appears to be affecting most of us," the wolfman replies easily- honestly. "Perhaps after I've properly dressed this deer, I'll track down something with more aggression in its bones."

What he really means is something like a wild boar or a moose. How Nephenee chooses to interpret his statement isn't too much of his concern. Death was never really a people person to begin with. He knows he can influence and unnerve a room without fail, so why bother in denying or hiding such a thing?

"I would say you can relax.... but it's perfectly natural that among what you are already feeling is fear within my presence. Because I'm Death, after all..." Death shrugs his shoulders, containing the languid ease of an unafraid predator or helplessness about his natural aura? Both?

"Oh, I've just been looking to the audience now and then. I was simply a touch lucky, I suppose." This is a lie, luck has nothing to do with it. At the same time, Vash is a bit more subtle than he might think. Ignis Scientia is just a freak with sharp eyes. "And I've gotten to know the regulars about town fairly well."

Just normal hyper vigilant retainer things, especially after he's come back from towns turned into active war or occupied zones. It's fine.

Shifting into a relaxed stance with his arms crossed and hip cocked, Ignis idly raises a hand to wave through the air. "You won't be a bother at all, really. Truthfully, I think we could use a helping hand. One of ours keeps slipping away, you see." That would be because Noctis seems to have opted for napping to the side rather than running around in the dirt... or that is the likely excuse, and then him and Prompto get handsy behind a tree. Ignis is now fully aware that he has so many experiences of them doing this while they were on the road.

"Although I'm afraid that since we're on the outfield this time, we may have a bit of waiting period depending on how well anyone else can hit."

And not everyone is as needlessly acrobatic as Ignis when it comes to this. Or they try to headbutt the ball. It's up in the air.

He pauses. He's not sure he likes the whole 'there were people who created greenery' with such a blase manner. Considering his own past, and the secrets of BioCorp, that adds up to a whole planet full of people like Nina, forced to do work that will kill them. "You know... I know someone whose body was modified with genic-creation tech. She's... The whole reason I ended up leaving Shelter."

He keeps walking. "I could see her, and everyone else they modified that way, being described as 'we have a system where certain members of the community filter the worst of the air pollution out of Shelter.'"

He grabs another shovelful, expression dark and searching. "It was already killing her to do it when I found her. She was twelve."

Seto has been very busy. He's still in the midst of his changes, sporting tiny wings and a tail (and very little clothing, with how he gets hot flashes as an ice dragon). But lately he's felt the urge to build the most luxurious nest for his mate, and to learn how...

...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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