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Reports of missing persons have been increasing as of late. The Moon Knights had to issue a city-wide notice to stay vigilant especially through the evenings. Holographic screens in public places, such as Lunatia Square or on Prismanode booths, display news and information about the missing locals as well as advice on how to stay safe, such as to never head out alone.

There’s a noticeable pattern on the victims: they are all very young, ranging from small toddlers to teenagers. Their bodies have not been found and there are no traces of unusual crystallization across Lunatia, the last places where they have been show no blood or signs of struggle, making it seem as though they had all seemingly vanished without a trace.

Several of the Moonblessed will be approached by concerned families out of desperation, coming forward with more details about their children. Should anyone catch sight or hear from them, they will appropriately reward any new information. If you decide to go and investigate, keep in mind the recent notices and never go alone.

▶ Lunatian Girl Store
11/24 | Level 1, Near Crystarium Moonports | top

You come across a familiar pop-up shop that has opened recently in Level 1, perhaps in the middle of investigations, or by simply passing through right next to an area notable for a heavy amount of foot traffic.

Business for the robed peddler from before, who introduces himself as Asmodeus, has been doing quite well with his themed doll merchandise selling disconcertingly fast. His store is now a large corner shop two stories high with a wider selection of dolls catering to every demographic. The shop, called Lunatian Girl, is quaint and inviting. There is a tea house on the first floor, and the elegant doll collections are on display in the second.

A The tea house’s decor and food are all Prismagram-worthy, perfect for getting more clout. The menu's selection is small, but the quality is very noticeable on each plate.

However, worrisome rumors about Lunatian Girl can be overheard from the neighboring Crystarium Moonports and other nearby shops. A young woman in a pink dress is said to be constantly spotted in the exact table every day, still wearing the same dress each time. Another man said he might have seen one of the missing children near the area recently, but he doesn’t know any further detail as he didn’t think much of it at the time.

Some of the customers in the tea house can be witnessed trying to feed their dolls and talking to them as though they can hear and understand. Peer closer you’ll realize that their skin is abnormally white, and their eyes appear to be glassy, with their pupils shrunk to the smallest of pinpricks. Attempting to talk to them will lead nowhere as they would rather dote over their dolls. Instead of answering your questions, they’ll be more likely to have you join their lovely tea party. Won’t you people be dears and take photos for them? And please pass the butter, Miss Franchesca likes them on her bread.

B The second level is brimming with high-end luxury dolls no matter where you turn, all waiting to be taken home. The little dolls on the shelves haven’t changed from the last time you saw them, save for the newly added life-sized dolls at the spotlighted corner. The life-sized dolls appear more mature and older than their smaller counterparts. As you browse and inspect each one, you will eventually encounter one or two that seem familiar to you.

Should the realization hit, you recall the faces of the missing youth, and then it happens: something strikes. A prick of viper-like fangs adorns the back of your neck; you start to ooze ringlets of blood and find that your body is being controlled by something. Though your mind remains your own, you unwillingly begin walking towards the back room, into the storage area. Along with your friends, you all start dressing each other in lace and frills, doll up one another in make-up, and stand motionless inside decorated containers in elaborate poses.

Whenever the clock strikes midnight the next few days, all of the doll Moonblessed are compelled to moonlace, seeking out a partner or two. Perhaps each other, or a sleeping Moonblessed. Before the sun rises, they will always return to their lovely containers at the shop.

They’re never seen in the act. On the Lunatia Daily News, the list of missing people increases.

▶ All Strings Attached
11/25 - 11/27 | Level 1, Near Crystarium Moonports | top

More and more worrying rumors surround Lunatian Girl especially as some Moonblessed haven’t been heard of for days. The situation escalates to the point that Knight Captain Natela formally issues her own units to storm the infamous doll shop. Any Moonblessed may volunteer to join if they desire. A lockdown around the street is underway to keep bystanders away from the shop during the mission, but it doesn’t stop the news media from broadcasting live, allowing those at home to witness the action.

As the Moon Knights surround the establishment, every single doll from the shop will congregate before Asmodeus who will lift his hood for the first time to show his serpentine features as he calls himself a brilliant mage who specializes in puppet arts. He will passionately announce that he wants to revive the broken planet together with his own lovelier, more charming children.

Deeming Asmodeus as a threat, the Moon Knights will attempt to charge at him, to which he responds in kind by crafting out bright red strings from his own blood — taking control of the knights to force them to target anyone close by — be it Prismal or Moonblessed. Knight Captain Natela dives in action with her remaining units and will urge the Moonblessed to focus on the hostile dolls while they take care of their own puppeteered knights.

A Some of the inhuman dolls’ heads may continuously spin and their eyes may completely roll back. Some may also ooze red liquid from their lips as they approach and lash out at anyone nearby, attempting to stab their targets’ eyes or heart out using the sharp tip of their parasols. Beware of their razor jagged teeth! The smaller dolls always attack in groups while the life-sized dolls in pairs, twirling and dancing as they do.

Watch out for the doll Prismals, who do not exhibit the same disturbing behavior as the inhuman ones. The young Prismals who have been kidnapped can be easily recognized by their familiar faces or their demeanor, they move slower and clumsier than the bloodthirsty puppets. Knock them out to safely take care of them!

B Asmodeus will be able to craft strings out of your blood, turning you into a living puppet. No matter how much you struggle or attempt to cut the strings, it will be futile. Once you’re a puppet, you will then find yourself latching onto the first person of interest you encounter, struck with the insatiable urge to obey their every bidding. Your desire to fight fades until you only desire attention.

The doll Moonblessed will act the same way; no matter how absurd, your wish is their command. After all, what is a puppet without a master? Don’t look at them, master, you only need me.

All effects will last until midnight on the 27th when Asmodeus and his loyal puppets are all subdued.

Magister Scientiae Alcmene

Please tell me the creepy dolls are gone! Are they gone? … No, don’t hold that doll head near me! Phew… okay.

Oh, the camera is on? Wait, at least let me prepare for serious face time!

Ahem, I once again thank the people of Prismatica and the Moonblessed for their continued gallant efforts! Rest assured that the remains of this dreaded Puppet Master and his ugly puppets will be taken care of.

Pending further investigation from the Moon Knights and Lunar Scientia, our preliminary findings show this vile man gained access to a type of forbidden arcane magic, one sealed away since antiquity. We do not know how he was able to restore this magic to a usable form, but we will be developing precautions and taking immediate actions to prevent such an event from happening again.

For all those who have been affected by this terrible incident, we extend our condolences. The Lunar Scientia will respond accordingly and deploy medical and psychological units to carefully handle the aftermath. Please do not hesitate to approach their services should you need it.

Shortly after the public speech, a trial against Asmodeus is held and is declared guilty after accumulating too many grave crimes. Magister Scientiae Alcmene will formally order that Asmodeus’ and the inhuman dolls’ remains be burned with enchanted alchemical fire to ensure their permanent erasure.

Almost immediately after Asmodeus is taken care of, all the affected Prismal youth, Moon Knights, and Moonblessed will be turned back to normal. They will need immediate medical treatment and/or Chroma, but is otherwise fine.

▶ Ice to See You
11/28 - 11/30 | Level 1, Lunatia Square | top

The chill in the air grows more potent as all those in the city try and return to some semblance of normalcy. The first few signs of frost appear along windows, and stores start actively advertising all kinds of winter gear.

Now safe to prepare for the upcoming holidays, several decorations will be mounted along street lights and billboards, announcing “Happy Firialia!” to all.

A For those who have been here for a while, you may recognize the gorgeous half-girl/half-octopus hybrid named Ayla, a singing enchantress whose looks are as beautiful as her melodic vocals. She will be holding an outdoor benefit concert in Lunatia Square to raise charity funds for Prismal children and families in need, particularly those who were affected by Asmodeus.

All who happen to attend or pass by the concert will find that her traditional pop love ballads put them in a warm and comfortable spirit, to the point you might feel extra charitable. Do you own some clothes or shoes you no longer want to keep? Give them to someone in need! Is your hair too long? Cut some of it off and turn it into a wig! Your friend is down on their luck? Ass pats for all! Does someone not have a holiday date for Firialia? Pity date time!

You get a hug, you get a hug, and you get a hug! Everyone gets a hug!!

B Another fundraising event in Lunatia Square includes a “Love Until You Drop” competition. It is being streamed online! The more views, the more income generated for charity! Everyone will be encouraged to see how long or how creatively you can go handholding, hugging, or kissing (not necessarily all of these) one another. The hotter, funnier, cuter, or more unique — all of these and more will earn you more views!

The local record for the longest hug lasted nearly 24-hours. Try and see if you can beat it! If you have any lingering misgivings about joining, remember it’s all for a good cause: for the affected Prismal children and their families. How can you deny those sweet, cherubic round faces?

You are welcome to try again and again with other partners. All participants will be given a festive couple’s winter sweater (available in two types) or scarf as a token for thanks.

▶ REMINDERS
Please read the log carefully before asking any questions.

As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.

Please ask for player permission before bringing up potentially sensitive subjects or triggers. Likewise, please make use of warnings and appropriate cuts.

It is okay to go wild creatively as long as you follow game rules and be mindful of people’s comfort levels!

Doll Moonblessed will be aware of what is happening to them but will be unable to do anything until Asmodeus is taken down. They can only follow their urges according to the log.

Puppet Master Asmodeus will be able to make use of similarly functioning fluids or energies aside from blood, such as magical energy, fuel, oil, and so on. It is okay to assume your non-human character can be affected if you wish them to be.

Prompt III-B’s Love Until You Drop is SFW only! The stream is for charity, not Furryhub!

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▶ PROMPTS

[a: lunatia girl (investigations)]
(i. build it up with silver and gold - day)

[After the last time(s) they had suspicious disappearances, Ren isn't inclined to let it off as any sort of coincidence even in the earliest days. So he elects to wander the city and make sure he's aware of what's going around in terms of rumours, whispers and ideas of what might be going on.

Dolls aren't normally his thing, but that particular shop seems to get mentioned worryingly often, and considering what it is...

...well, it's not long before Ren finds himself outside. He can't sense anything malicious, but he knows this place has power nullification technology, so he's not going to assume that actually means anything in an instance where whatever's going on looks extremely deliberate. It'd almost be disappointing if someone was that stupid about it.

Nonetheless, he observes the shop with the expression of someone a lot more vacant and absent-minded, tilting his head slightly as if he hasn't come this way before now. Which he hasn't, really - this isn't his particular area of Level 1, so the curiosity isn't feigned.]

Oh, so this is that shop people keep talking about... [He tilts his head towards anyone nearby, in particular anyone who looks alert enough that they might be looking for information.] You look kind of curious too. Should we go in?

[His tone is high and as airheaded as his expression, but he's...some sort of investigation partner, at least. Even if he'll be a lot better of one if he decides to stop looking very sincerely clueless.]

(ii. like a diamond in the sky - night)

[Ren's rather too old for the initial target demographic, considering he's approaching twenty-four, so he's not too fussed about going out at night to investigate. Not that he'd be that concerned anyway - if it's a physical kidnapper, he's not exactly an easy catch despite his delicate appearance and mannerisms. He learnt his lesson from the unnecessary risks he took with the foxes a few months ago, and his explorations here are less personal, merely moving from place to place and observing, listening, spotting for signs of anything amiss. The way he chooses to do it makes him look like little more than an absent-minded wanderer, someone not truly taking in what's around them.

When he hears the sound of someone approaching, he continues on for a few lengthy seconds before he starts in "surprise" and glances around, like he wasn't expecting company.]

Hmm, is someone here to whisk me away...? [There's an almost oblivious manner to it, despite the fact that he clearly knows the risks right now to be asking that.]

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[b: all strings attached (rescues) (helpful overdramatic bgm)]
(i. here comes a candle to light you to bed... | cw-ish for dismemberment of the inhuman dolls)

[So. As it turns out, Ren has a bit of a problem with this kind of puppeteering.

Anyone else on rescue detail who's fighting the dolls may find themselves entering a vicinity that feels very...off. How off it feels depends on the person and how adjusted to fear they are, but it's something akin to the deep-seated, instinctive gut crawl that comes of entering a fight-or-flight situation, one of those things that reaches deep and tugs at instincts ingrained in almost all living things. Anyone with sensitivity to auras may also notice that said vicinity looks something like it's ablaze with the extent of aura at play in it, while those not sensitive will see nothing amiss even if they can feel it.

However, the source of the aura will probably become clear either way, because it gets progressively worse as one gets closer to the delicately built redhead who, despite that appearance, is absolutely ravaging any inhuman dolls in his vicinity. The combination of his now-permanent Cordis powers, agility and ice, is not a happy combination for the porcelain menaces, as he matches movements and grabs for limbs and joints, plunging their temperature far too fast to do anything but have the porcelain shatter as it shrinks, leaving them to shed arms and legs and heads and crumble in his wake. Ren's expression is darker and more imperious than he's shown in this world before, an intense and cold fury that resonates even with the comparatively very little expression on his face, and most of his attention is dedicated to making sure the inhuman dolls are as broken as possible.

He'll pick up on anyone who gets near enough to be either help or another enemy, though, turning towards them still trailing the arm of the last unlucky inhuman doll to attack him.]

What? [His anger isn't directed towards them, but his tone is curt and authoritative in a manner that Ren typically isn't. He's not very verbose when he's sincerely angry, and he doesn't want to vent his anger in any direction where it's not entirely deserved.]

(ii. we all fall down)

[Any of the human dolls will definitely still see the kind of brutal scene Ren is leaving behind him with the inhuman ones, and his aura may still have an effect on them even if it's not enough to override the desires instilled by Asmodeus' puppeteering. However, he's slowing down to simply knock out any of the Prismal dolls he comes across, catching them gently on one arm and looking around for somewhere out of the action to take them.

If someone's not a doll, he may wave them across if he sees a particularly large glut of Prismal dolls, with only the merest explanation.] Physical combat isn't my specialty.

[If someone is a doll, he won't quite turn to look at them initially, because if he's honest with himself, he doesn't want to know what he might see. But he will at least address them...potentially while dismantling another inhuman doll, because that's reassuring.]

Keep your distance. [And then, once he's done hopelessly dismantling and shattering the thing in front of him, letting one last broken limb drop ponderously to the ground:] ...Speak.

[It's a command, regal and unmistakeable even if one was still in their normal mindset. He'd rather not see someone he knows like this without some kind of warning.]

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[c: ice to see you (cutes)]
(i. on a cold and frosty morning)

[Ren's not exactly uncharitable most of the time, especially where Chroma is concerned, but he passes by Lunatia Square fairly often on his way to and from his business and between the restaurants and cafes he tends to go to while he's on the job. And it's hard not to notice the cheerier mood it puts him in, which is more than welcome after the trouble of the last few days.

He's more than happy to share said mood considering the circumstances, so anyone who's passing through Lunatia Square might find themselves fielding an abrupt hug (or having to dodge one, depending on their feelings on sudden hugs).]

Surprise~ [The real question is, does anyone want to find out what kinds of things Ren thinks are "charitable" beyond just hugs...]

(ii. three little kittens put on their mittens*)

[Honestly, the fundraiser sounds kind of delightful as soon as Ren hears about it, so he's happy enough to lurk around the area and pounce on any unsuspecting (or totally suspecting) partners. He's come prepared, and the observant may notice that he's wearing a very faintly tinted lip gloss that's...weirdly alluring. It might make it a bit hard for some people to take their eyes off his lips, not that he seems to be taking that into account when he leans right in and offers his hands out.]

So we're supposed to be moonlacing for as long as we can, right? It's for a good cause.

[[*Ren's not going to be kissing anyone under 18, but hugs and hand-holds are still fair game. The weird lip gloss is the chocolate lip gloss from the first arrival log that compels people to want to kiss it off, but obviously it's up to player discretion how well it works or if it has any effect at all.]]

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[d: wildcard]

[[I'm happy to do closed starters or have people wildcard in on other ideas! Just hit me up at

reviseleviathan, via PM, or on the plotting post! Also down to play aftermath with any CR who might be dolled.]]

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▶ PROMPTS
[A: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PERSON?]

[Oona makes frequent visits to the unfortunate victims she calls friends. This means the second one isn't around, she takes notice and with the announcements of missing people... Well, it's a natural conclusion when you can't find or contact someone, right?

Which is why Oona has taken matters into her own hands! Literally. She struggles with a large stack of papers in her arms, her fingers a mess of different colors like red and black and pink. She throws a paper into the face of anyone walking by, looking mildly distressed, but Determined]

Hey! Take! Have seen? Look for! [That mess of broken sentences might not help, and the flyer she just handed over probably doesn't make things much clearer. It's done all in crayon like a child, with a stick figure with long dark hair and what appears to be a long white dress on the front. 'MISING PERSUN: CHU CHU. SHIZUN it says in all caps. 'IF SEN CALL OONA' is underneath it.]

Name is Chuchu, very pretty, always smells like flowers!

[B: Night of the Living Dolls]

[Oona isn't much of an actual fighter, you know. She's scrappy and feral as hell, but there's no finesse to her fighting; it's just raw, brutal, and messy. Tooth and claw and a knife, but she's not above using anything at her disposal to take out her target. And Oona shows no mercy. Anything that attacks her is met with a swift end, the red liquid--whatever it is, blood? something??--gets over her clothes and skin but she bears it no mind. Any wounds she suffers is shrugged off in the adrenaline rush.

She looks like she's having fun, at least, her smile as sharp and vicious as her knife.

Well. Okay. She shows some mercy. The children Prismals who've been turned into dolls are only knocked out, Oona setting them down carefully out of the way and standing guard over them. Which is fine until a small group of small dolls begin to advance on them. Oona might look tired, clothes torn and bloodied, but her smile is more a bearing of teeth than a proper smile. If she's gonna go down she's gonna go down fighting!!

Probably you should step in and help though. You know, because it's the nice thing to do.]

[C: Aftermath.]

[Shortly after everything's started getting under control and winding down, the kidnapped children safely ushered away,etc. etc. the adrenaline rush that had been largely fueling Oona fades away.

She's barefoot, as usual, and wearing little in the way of protective clothing, scratched and bruised and still grinning in victory as she begins to wander from the mess, but-- The pain in her legs come back all at once and she only makes it a few steps before her legs just collapse from under her, sending her to the ground with a gasp of pain.

Ah. Fuck.

She struggles to get up, but it seems her legs have stopped working entirely and she hisses, squeezing her eyes shut as the pain alone brings tears to her eyes. A couple tears spring loose before she can stop them, and there's a quiet 'plink!' noise as they turn into solid pearls and roll off as they fall from her face.

THIS IS FINE. EVERYTHING'S FINE. JUST... leave her here to die. it's fine.]

[D: DATE NIGHT]

[Oona's never heard of a date in her life but it sounds amazing. She gets a general idea of how it works and it's not... Wrong... Ish. You take someone to some place else, they give you food, and then like you, kiss? Maybe? Whatever. The important part here is the food.

Which is why when your character is just minding their own business, they might find the barely-dressed blonde girl clinging to some young man's arm, beaming up at him as she accepts the meat bun from him, eating it in one bite.] Is good! Was good date. Bye!

[If the girl's unusual dress doesn't catch your attention (who wears shorts and a tank top and no shoes in this weather??) it might be the mess of scars that does it or her loud voice. OR the fact that she abruptly leaves the person she's with and immediately latches onto your character, male or female, and beams up at them]

You are pretty! Go on date with me too! Buy me food thing! [She looks so cheerful and hopeful about it...]

[E: WILDCARD]

[u know how this goes by now.]

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▶ WHO: Greed and you
▶ WHAT: Passion Play Event
▶ WHEN: November 28 - 30
▶ WHERE: Level 1, Lunatia Square
▶ WARNINGS: just sfw affection, probably. Will update if it changes.

▶ ICE TO SEE YOU

A.

[Ayla’s benefit concert isn’t turning out how Greed had assumed it would. He’d thought that it would just be a fun concert, where he’d listen to good music and ogle the hot person singing it.]

[But, instead, he’s found himself feeling warm and comfortable, and with a strange urge stirring inside him.]

[The urge to give.]

[And he doesn’t like it.]

[He’s Greed the Avaricious, after all. Greed is literally what he is.]

[And this generosity he’s feeling is the very opposite of that.]

[So, basically, he’s having a bit of an identity crisis over here.]

[As he gives something to someone, he mutters resignedly to himself:]

Let’s just get this over with.

[Greed had tried his best to resist the urge to be generous but had failed at that rather quickly, his willpower not strong enough to defeat the effects of the singing.]

B.

[Eventually, Greed realizes that the Love Until You Drop! competition would be a good outlet for his generous urges. So, he enters it and starts looking for a partner.]

Wanna partner up with me?

Wildcard

[For either non-event stuff, or other variations on the Ice To Meet You Prompts.]

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▶ PROMPTS

A. Investigating

So what if he's a boy. Boys can buy dolls as presents for sisters, can't they? He can definitely look at the dolls and try to figure out anything about the rumors. And, as he can very much look like a Prismal child, perhaps catch the attention of whoever is doing it so he can investigate more immediately.

But there is very little that even he can tell, and that is making him irritated and a little short-tempered. Just a bit.

B. Doll on display

It's probably because his chroma levels really need to be kept up better, rather than the magic against him being actually stronger, but he does get captured, turned into a doll with very, very pretty ... deep blue clothing, and oh is the faintly awake part of him irritated about the color, but at least it's not green? And put on display in the collection. And does he get attention, too, because for all that he used to be called ugly when he was actually this age, he truly isn't

At least the middle of the night moonlacing slowly builds his stores of chroma up, even if he can't really do anything with it.

C. Rescue

Hua Cheng is definitely one of the clumsier dolls (another reason for him to be very, very irritated with the whole situation) and then the control over him changes, and he looks up at the nearest familiar face, his voice small and sweet.

And, after a moment, a small smile lights up his face.

D. Your Most Devoted Believer

Hua Cheng might have gotten attached to the first familiar face initially, but the moment Xie Lian appears, there is nobody else. There is no magic that can change that.

So here he is, unhesitating and unrestrained in his devotion for Xie Lian. He might be at the house His Highness shares with Shi Qingxuan, or running errands... but he's there.

E. Charities

Hua Cheng, now in full adult form, eyepatch and red clothes and black boots with silver bells and E-Ming and everything is walking around the festivities. He might not be exactly the person you'd ask to beat the record with, but then again, the confident, almost arrogant air has its attraction...

F. Wildcard!

ooc: Anything else that you may want, or we discussed and I forgot, hit me to set it up or just tag in.

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[A]. LUNATIAN GIRL (A)

[After his first tea misadventures, Moran, like a few others, has been on the hunt for ‘actual tea’, not tea bags. So the opening of a store that advertises quality is enough to get him intrigued.

And he is indeed not disappointed, which is why he will be coming several times to indulge in a properly prepared cup. Oh, he has seen the rather strange customers, but honestly, they are a small price to pay for the possibility to enjoy a real cup of tea in a pleasant environment, and they’re not exactly being disruptive, so he is content to just ignore them.

Known faces will get an invite to join him. Come and appreciate good tea!]

[B]. LUNATIAN GIRL (B)

[While he has heard of the disappearances and he is not happy about them, so far, Moran is letting law enforcement do their jobs.

But Monblessed dolls can use him as a Chroma source, although if they try to catch him sleeping, they may be surprised. His sleeping patterns are…. erratic at best, so even in the dead of the night, he might be up.]

[C]. ALL STRINGS ATTACHED

[Once the help of the people has been requesting, Moran will be leaving his usual garb and don his battle robes to go help with the subduing.

If you’ve come to know him as a gentle, slightly sarcastic scholar, you might gets surprised to see just how adept he is at fighting. He’s fast, ruthless, and able to both quickly cleave through the inhuman dolls and knock out the Prismal or Moonblessed ones. His fighting style is slightly acrobatic, and there’s clearly muscle that was hiding under all these layers of flowing robes.

He will be following the Moon Knights instructions regarding the fighting, and then afterwards regain his post with the Lunar Scientia…and he might end up getting roped into giving psychological counselling since Magister Scientiae Alcmene offered it. Do you need someone to talk to?]

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▶ PROMPTS

01. MILK CARTON KIDS

[Since moving to the farmstead in the Greatmoon Groves, Konoha has been rather... out of the loop, for lack of a better word. It wasn't a loop she wanted to be in, neccesarily, so it wasn't something she regretted... but when you spend most of your time on a farm and in the markets you miss a lot of screen action.

Still, there's enough news and talk going about that Konoha has heard that it's best not to go out alone at night, heard of the missing people and how most of them were young children.

It's what has her stopped on the side of one of the paths in the park section of the groves, down on her knees with her tail swishing anxiously beneath her skirt, reaching out to try and comfort a young child who is currently... bawling their eyes out.]

There, there...

[Looking around for a matching trait-looking parent, Konoha instead locks eyes with a fellow Moonblessed, so-]

Have you seen this little one's parent anywhere?

[Surely they'd be frantically looking? Worried? She sure would be, so... where were they?]

02. LEVEL 1 SHOPPING (NOW THAT IT'S SAFE)

[Konoha rarely visits the first level of Lunatia. Things were so much more expensive there, the streets were so hard, the buildings so shiny... everything that contributed to an unshakable feeling that a country bumpkin centaur from 17th century Japan really didn't quite belong there.

But hearing about the disappearances and the trials... she remembers it's an option. Add in the charitable spirit of the season (courtesy a concert she passed by earlier) and she finds herself taking a rare trip up.

Staring at a thick, warm sweater that is surely far too large to be intended as a purchase for herself, she hems and haws, unsure, before turning to the nearest good samaritan for help.]

A. [If they're a larger man, she gives a sheepish little smile, offering up the sweater in hopes of having found a model for her to help her make her decision.]

Could you hold this for me... ?

B. [If they're anyone else, she shyly flutters the sweater in her hands, feeling a bit unsure with such an unfamiliar fashion.]

Do you think a man would like something like this?

03. TASTERS WANTED

[There is a sign for Tsurugi Farmstead marking the path that leads to the farmhouse from the main roads through the agricultural zone of the Greatmoon Groves, and recently... there's a little additional sign tacked on to it, written in a careful, but slightly sloppy hand.]

wanting for people!

test taste food inside please? if help food free.

call at house. if no answer please hit bell!

[And if you follow the path over to the rather incongruous looking home, there is indeed a small bronze bell with a hammer by the entranceway... Do you ring it? The sign did say free food...]

O4. WILDCARD

[Open to making some wildcard starters if you want something different! Hit me up on sns or plotting comment!]

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A. No Strings on Me
[As a pro hero he can't resist the call for help by concerned parents and friends of missing persons. So as soon as he's able he goes on patrol to get to the bottom of the situation. At some point he stumbles over the doll shop and notices that one of them appear to resemble one of the missing persons.

The customers there look unusual and unwell, but he tries to focus on finding whoever's in charge for questioning when he's bitten from behind. He doesn't know exactly what happened after that. Only that he was fitted with ornate clothing and put behind a glass on display for anyone to see.

He spends the day there, but by midnight he finds himself back to his sense--or so he thinks. His legs are moving of their own will towards the apartment buildings that house most of the moonblessed and he knocks on a door (any door!) and then tries it to see if it's unlocked. Will you let him in?]

B. Strings Attached
[The turnaround from being ablaze in fighting mode from cooling down and wanting to find the nearest person to play with gives Enji whiplash. He's still in his hero uniform but without the fire that usually masks his face. There are people around him fighting the snake puppeteer and his creations, but his own will to fight has died.

Without being able to stop himself he steps closer to the nearest moonblessed and stands close beside them, maybe in front of them, just getting in the way so they'll stop fighting and pay attention to him. He doesn't need to moonlace, but he's craving attention. He's being puppet-ed, and he knows that, but has no control over himself to break that connection. Perhaps someone else will help get him back into the fight?]

How can I help you, Master?

C. A Holiday Shopping Prompt
[The weather has become gradually, and when the decorations go up Enji assumes this to be the Lunatian equivalent of Christmas and the winter holidays on Earth. He's prompted to head out and see if he can find gifts for the very few close acquaintances he has--and his son.

Despite all his shortcomings he's a very good gift-giver. He's not feeling the spirit so much as hyperfocused on completing his task, however he will help others who may need advice on what to gift others if he's asked.]

D. A Winter Cuddling Prompt (Established CR preferred)
[So the weather is cold and getting colder, and Enji is always warm. Whether you're over for a drink, to watch a movie with popcorn, or just to say hello feel free to make yourself comfortable in his apartment. He's not going to force anyone whose visiting to snuggle up beside him but if it happens, it happens. He won't turn anyone away. This is the most useful he'll ever feel if he's not fighting jellyfish, creepy dolls, or strange monsters on Iris.

It's that time of the year, and maybe he's feeling extra giving. Please make use of it, this may never happen again. One time only: Personal Space Heater Enji. Better than a kotatsu.]

E. Wildcard
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a. gathering clues | outside lunatian girl

[ It's not like he really wants this to be any of his business. But working at the Lunar Scientia, he can't help hearing murmurs and rumors about the Lunar Knights' work now and again. And when he hears more than one person murmur something or the other about children going missing and being seen near some strange store ... He could ignore it all, but it would feel somewhat immoral. And overly callous.

So an afternoon finds him lurking around the streets near the store, doing the absolute minimum of reconnaissance work.

i.

[ Around the block, in a quiet spot, Avicebron can be spotted with his hands pressed against the wall, head ducked to touch his forehead against the bricks.

He periodically lifts his head, and if he happens to meet the eyes of anyone he recognizes, he raises a finger to the 'mouth' of his mask. A silent 'shhhh' before he returns both hands to the wall.

Wait patiently for him to finish or, uh, don't. ]

ii.

[ But catch him at a bad moment, and he's deeply absorbed in whatever he's doing, silently standing against the wall like an absolute weirdo.

Not suspicious at all! ]

iii.

[ On another occasion, Avicebron can be spotted across the street from the store, fidgeting with something in his hands. When he finally opens them, a few little shapes come fluttering up from his palms -- bees, they look like.

A sharp eye might notice that, despite the meandering path they fly, they all head towards the Lunatian Girl store, waiting for a chance to slip inside whenever a customer opens the door. ]

b. raid boss time | outside lunatian girl

i.

[ He's poorly suited to these sorts of hectic fights in close quarters, so Avicebron puts himself on support duty, staying back and keeping an eye out for anyone injured.

If anyone looks like they've been badly hurt, or are flagging significantly, they might find a figure suddenly interfering with their fight -- a humanoid golem bursts from the ground before them, tanking any blows and shielding them with their body. ]

ii.

[ Unfortunately, even if he mostly lurks in the backlines, he can't stay out of the line of fire forever. Meaning those blood threads do eventually get ahold of him.

Sometime in the latter half of the fight, Avicebron can be spotted stumbling around, clawing at himself as if trying to dislodge something.

The instant someone makes the awful mistake of letting him make eye contact, he stumbles in their direction with surprising dexterity. And grabs at their arm, his grip firmer than one might expect from his spindly frame.

For anyone who doesn't already know him -- it's probably remarkably alarming having this masked stranger grabbing at you so, like, totally fair if you react badly. ]

[ ooc ; open to taking this one in a saucy direction, but more than happy for gen/combat shenanigans too! ]

c. downtime | charity concert

[ At the very edge of the concert area, there's a small gaggle of kids clustered around a bench beneath a tree. They seem pretty excited, some of them running around, others pushing forward to try and get a better look at something, shouting out ... different animals?

Getting a bit closer, one might be able to make out Avicebron seated against the tree, stoically creating tiny little golems in the shape of requested animals -- a dog, a bear, a horse, a few chunky humanoids, a little bird. They're handheld-size with minimal details, allowing him to make a bunch at lower Chroma cost, and they bumble about charmingly as the kids chase them around, shouting and laughing. ]

i.

[ The little golems are cute, sure, but they're also dumb (as rocks). So they're not the best at navigating around people. An unlucky individual might have a tiny horse bumbling into their shoe, or possibly even a little bird flapping right into their face.

They're mostly made of dirt and leaves, so it won't hurt, but it might be kind of undignified. Whoops. ]

ii.

[ Or request an animal!

He may or may not make it. Especially if the person requesting it is an adult, or somebody he knows. Try your luck for a little not-quite-living rock pet! ]

iii.

[ Small as they are, they still take a non-zero amount of Chroma to make, and Avicebron eventually starts running low. When he eventually disentangles himself from the crowd of kids and stands, he can be spotted wobbling on his feet and walking unsteadily towards somewhere quiet.

Maybe offer him a steadying hand?

Or maybe he goes careening into you and grabs at you to steady himself, no doubt accidentally prickling you with the pointy fingers of his gauntlets. ]

d. wildcard

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A. Midnight Puppets
[It's the middle of the night and Hanzo is wide awake. Either in his apartment on Level 1, or in the lobby of Flux if there are any patrons that decide to wander in later than usual. In any situation he's there with drink in hand, aware of his surroundings enough not to seem completely drunk, but upon closer inspection anyone will see that he's pleasantly inebriated and is open to moonlacing with whoever drops by, puppet or not.

What can I do for you?

B. Flux (The Brothel)
[His brother is gone and Hanzo doesn't have so much of a reason to be at home anymore when his place of work has its own bar now. There's no Genji to cook for, or talk to, or spend time with. The bar at his brothel is definitely the place to be. Drinking is one of the only ways to stop his mind from going to dark places, to keep him sane and escape the loss of his brother. Again.

It only takes a few drinks until he's pleasantly buzzed enough to get real work done. If there's anything business related you need, you've come at the perfect time. He can walk a straight line and count demi-chroma, and that's pretty much all he expects anyone to ask of him in the moment.]

Come here. Let me buy you a drink.

C. Stage an Intervention? (Established CR preferred)
[Hanzo, needing a change of scenery from the neon lights of Flux ends up at a nearby bar. He was drunk when he arrived and barely able to function as he's ushered out. The air is cold, almost freezing, and he can't remember if he'd worn his jacket there or if he'd left it behind before deciding to drink more.

His head is swimming, and the ground feels like it's moving faster with each step he takes. He's not sure he can make it home on his own until he sobers up a bit, but the thought of that is upsetting for its own set of reasons. Hanzo takes a deep breath of cold air and feels around his pocket for his phone, dropping it a total of three times before he manages to hang on to it, texting whatever contact he finds his location after sucking up his pride.]

heldp me. i neeed hepl.

D. Wildcard
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LUNATIAN GIRL STORE

a; investigations
[ kogami has seen many things in his time as an inspector -- and eventually, enforcer. he has seen the worst of humanity, waded through the very dregs of bottom feeders and dealt with every possible stripe of criminal; the greatest of them being makishima, who eclipsed them all in his orchestration of brutality and terror. but criminal mastermind or not, one thing stays constant: where there are people, there's bound to be transgressions, crimes. the question is, to what magnitude?

it doesn't take him long to pick up on the rumors swirling, of missing children who vanished without a trace and the proliferation of notices. the pattern is disturbing, and the places he had investigated had yielded precious little, which are clues in themselves. it's a puzzle without a picture, and kogami walks along with his partner for the evening, cigarette between his lips and pensive, carefully reviewing the information in his head.

the possible conclusions laid out before him, however, is troubling. grimly, he finally comments, exhaling smoke when he does: ]

Have you heard the story of the Pied Piper?

ALL STRINGS ATTACHED

a; fight
[ this is madness, that the owner had been accurately identified as the culprit doesn't fill him with very much satisfaction, considering everything that comes next. kogami, who's joined the raid with the moon knights (there's no way in hell he's missing this one), hasn't actually expected an army of inhuman, incredibly creepy dolls, or the owner to look like a snake.

it's easy enough to wade right into the fight even with these disturbing new details, because a hunt is a hunt and whatever grandiose plan asmodeus has, the story is essentially the same: the foxes come for the hens, and hunting dogs will close in for the kill. he's missed the chase, even if he doesn't actually miss how bizarre this has turned out to be -- fighting dolls, of all things. the sharp tips of the parasols have caught him across the chest and sternum a couple of times, shallow cuts, but the blood that spills and stains his white shirt makes it worse than it is.

but kogami is relentless, taking them down one by one, learning their moves as he does; but eventually he needs someone to watch his back, because while he's yanking another parasol away from a mostly-destroyed doll and sinking his hunting knife into another's eye, one's coming up from behind him, right at his blind spot.

come save his ass. ]

ICE TO SEE YOU

a + b;
[ so, another new thing kogami's learned today: a half-human, half-octopus hybrid exists, and can actually sing. kogami isn't much for concerts, but the fundraising component of it is what keeps him from walking past. raising funds for the families affected by asmodeus is a siren's song, but someow he's found himself roped into the competition he knows absolutely nothing about.

what do they mean, holding hands, hugging or kissing as creatively and cutely as possible? how does this even --
-- very much a fish out of water, kogami turns to the person beside him, baffled. ]

So you're supposed to do this with anyone?

SLICE OF LIFE

bookstore;
[ this entire place is practically a work of art. kogami's been in here for almost half an hour, taking in the distinctive smell of old books, paperbacks and well-loved tomes that are a far cry from the technologically advanced portions of the city. this is welcoming, old-school, a treasure trove of literary classics and information that is just waiting to be discovered, gleaned and consumed from its printed pages.

he wanders, a book in hand as he reaches for another that catches his eye -- oh, wait. did you want that one, too? ]

cafe (any one, really);
[ being back in a relatively ordered city again is an experience. he doesn't have to live it out in the boondocks, there isn't the constant threat of violence, splintered groups and warring countries -- it's more modern than the places he has been in the past few years, but not enough for him to be reminded of his home.

and so he sits, with a coffee, half-drunk and mostly cold, cigarettes stubbed out in an ashtray as he alternates between a paperback and the people going by. always useful, observing human behaviour. his attention's drawn, however, to the person that's just walked past him, an object having fallen to the floor. ]

Hey, you dropped something.

CLOSED TO TYKI
[ ok, so. this is really weird. in the chaos that came about with the entire business with the dolls, here is one of the lifelike puppets that asmodeus has converted, commandeered, but instead of trying to kill him, this oddly handsome but frilly puppet is... eager to obey him?

he frowns. why isn't it trying to kill him? ] So... you're going to do everything I ask you to do?

[ what the hell is happening here? ]

WILDCARD
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A. LUNATIAN GIRL STORE
[It's hard to enjoy getting extra work coming in when it has to do with missing children. Supernova Investigative Services has been hired to find four children between three different clients, thanks to a small collection of families that had the demichroma and lack of faith in the Moon Knights to hire their own detectives.

Zohvin does privately think that the warning to not go anywhere alone is ridiculous. The victims were all children that couldn't easily defend themselves, and Zohvin was not some little akk pup incapable of fighting off an attacker. That was fine for the locals, but the potential danger is hardly on his mind as he conducts his own investigation.

The Lunatian Girl store is hardly his kind of place, but that's where the rumors have lead him. Zohvin follows other customers inside, wearing plain clothes and a light jacket, and every intention of playing the part of a parent looking for a gift for his daughter. Seeing all the doll enthusiasts at the tea house lead to him changing tactics somewhat, and he allowed himself to be pulled into sitting at a table with various other Lunatians and their elaborately-dressed dolls.

They all looked like they were high on something, in his opinion, and that's why Zohvin's left the tea he's ordered untouched.] They are quite lovely, [he tells a young woman, his smile stretched a little too thin.] Are you sure this is the only place you meet? Aren't there enough fans now for a proper convention?

[He's not getting much in the way of answers. Zohvin looks around the place with a keen eye, trying to spot anyone else he could question, other moonblessed being equally fair game.]

B. ALL STRINGS ATTACHED
[Of all the things to go so wildly out of control, Zohvin honestly hadn't expected a raid on a doll shop, of all places, to end up like this.

Staff in hand, he's been forced to temporarily retreat from the fighting. There's a gash across his nose that's bleeding freely, and smaller wounds on his upper arms from the small, sharp teeth of the dolls. None of his injuries are particularly serious, but considering how much blood a cut on the face can produce, he might look alarming anyway.]

Damn, [he hisses to himself, attempting to stanch the bleeding of his nose using the end of one of his long sleeves.] How did these things become a fad? I wouldn't buy one for my worst enemy.

C. HOLIDAY SHOPPING, NOVEMBER 30th
[Like with most holidays on this planet, Zohvin has no idea what Firialia is supposed to be or what it might represent. That doesn't matter nearly as much as the fact that it roughly corresponds with Life Day back in his own galaxy. He's never been a very festive person, but at least here it might not be too hard to find a holographic tree to display.

No, the difficult part would be picking out gifts. He's rarely had to ever do so - the Jedi rarely did more than give each other food or inconsequential trinkets. Now, though, Zohvin had to figure out not only what to give to loved ones, but what to get coworkers who he's been somewhat romantically tangled with. In the face of that, something as impersonal as a pen set wouldn't quite cut it.

That's what brings Zohvin to PrismaPlace, wandering past shops and peering at the storefront displays, looking utterly at a loss. He's muttering to himself, too, and if you come close enough you might hear something odd.]

-- What if I got him an Earth gun? I know where to get Earth guns. I don't even know if he likes sweaters.

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› 1. drop down bunny - lunatian girl (24th)

[ Being approached by those parents and families was nothing new, really - Allumette was more than used to being called for small things like tracking down a child that wandered too far. Yet these requests kept piling up, and they started from narrow to wide in range. Not just children but older kids. It sent such a potent chill down her spine.

She couldn't just ignore it.

Instead of trying to take a breath and settle into this new world, Allumette found herself in the dark shadows of alleyways, in the crevasses between shops, waiting and watching and listening to people who passed. She made herself barely visible, and as time passed, she found herself at the pop-up shop time and time again. No matter how much time she spent there, it always felt like it was in vain - everything seemed benign, and yet... those rumors peaked her interest.

Allumette waited, out of sight and out of mind. Sometimes she was in broad daylight and looked to be just a normal customer in a warm coat and patterned stockings, sitting in the tea house with a meal set for her and.. someone else? Yet that someone else seems to be nowhere in sight.

Sometimes she would drop down away from the shop to those who had also been investigating, clad in dark reds and violets, eyes focused on the person. One of her long Viera ears twitch towards her target. ]

Good d - don't scream, it's just me. I've no weapons on my person. [ That's a lie. ] Are you also looking into this missing persons case?

› 2. escort mission - lunatian girl (25-26th)

I do hate snakes.

[ Said with a stab to a doll's neck, trying to dislodge the head as a shudder runs through her body. Allumette's ears pin back, trying to avoid the red liquid that pours from their lips, taking a quick step backwards and disappearing in a puff of smoke before reappearing behind the doll and kicking it forward.

She can finally get to the small doll Prismals the inhuman doll had been guarding. A quick press to a pressure point later, Allumette stands up with her arms full - two Prismal children in her arms - and immediately regrets turning around. ]

You know, your maker didn't make you as pretty as you ought to be. Your stitching's all wrong.

[ She might need some backup when it comes to getting these kids out of dodge considering the other inhuman dolls twirling, moving towards her to box her into a corner. With her hands full, it's not looking good. ]

› 3. fa la la la firialia - lunatia square (28-30th)

[ Radiating heat, Allumette bids her previous partner well as they slink off, sleep in their eyes. She's sleepy and tired too but she keeps her wits about her, staying straight-backed and tall. She's not really a fan of losing.

She raises her hands and... smacks her face, the slap echoing slightly. Ow. That hurt. Definitely woke her up, though. As she straightened and got to her feet, she took a glance around the Square to see who might still be competing, sleepy eyes still sharp enough to catch someone off by their lonesome. ]

Are you here to take part in the competition?

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i: The Option with a Five Year Old

[With very little exception, he'd avoided letting himself turn back into this form even though it used up less Chroma (which was unfair. This wasn't even his actually age or body. It was just caused by his body being affected by the sap from a spiritual willow tree!). But with children being kidnapped, suddenly, this affliction of his became an opportunity.

So he lets the medicine run its course and didn't take it again when he felt himself shrink.

This is why, if you're out late in the evening you'll find a five year old child dressed in size-appropriate white cultivator robes with wide sleeves wandering around. He is, of course, entirely on his own.

If you don't approach this child, he'll turn to you with a serious expression that seems entirely unsuited for a child this age.]

What are you doing out here alone? Haven't you heard about the kidnappings?

[...why, yes. This small child is totally scolding you for being out alone. Pot, meet kettle!]

ii: The Fight Option

[When the order came to storm the shop he, of course, didn't hesitate. Having taken his medicine again he's am adult again. As soon as he realizes that this seems to be some sort of mind control related technique(?) he dismissed the whip (which looked like a willow branch), then he held out his hand.]

Jiuge, come forth.

[A guqin appears in a flash of light. It's...entirely black and one end of it curls like a living branch and there's even flowers growing on it. He turns to you. He hates asking for help but he also knows he doesn't have the Chroma to manage a barrier and keep Jiuge summoned.]

...watch my back.

[And then he jumps to sit on a nearby table and places the instrument on his lap.]

iii: The Resuer Becomes the One Who Needs Rescuing

[But of course, he couldn't keep Jiuge summoned for long (as in, he really is only able to have it out for a really short time) and maybe someone else would have retreated but...well. Not this person.

Even without his Holy Weapons he can fight...except with so little Chroma left it's difficult.

He's already looking awfully pale when there's a sudden pain in his chest and makes his shoulders hunch for the briefest of moment...and that's enough of an opening for a doll to come after him and try to bite him on the shoulder. Help?]

iv: Please Don't Let Him Die

[By the end of it, his Chroma levels have definitely reached a critical sort of low. There are crystals growing at the corner of those phoenix eyes, the colours stark against the pallor of his skin. One hand is clutching at the spot directly above his heart, his grip tight and yet his hands are shaking. In short, he looks like he's two seconds away from keeling over.

And yet, he finds the energy to glare at you when you try to approach.]

I'm fine. [He snaps. Like a liar. And then, as if to prove that he isn't, he lists to one side.]

Post Doll Prompts!
iv: Lunatia Square

[The music is rather different from what he's used to and a part of him really did want to stay to listen. And yet...he really did dislike crowds.

So he stayed as far as he could from things. He'll just watch a little, then leave. But the longer he stays the more he feels a warm sort of feeling spreading throughout himself. It is a warm sort of feeling...so he settles down on a bench, to keep watching and the longer he does, the more he wants to...give someone something.

That's when he spots you.]

Are you cold?

[He doesn't sound particularly friendly, but at least he's not frowning at you in a severe sort of way...which is as good as he can be for the moment.]

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LUNATIAN GIRL STORE - A

[Lunatian Girl isn't the kind of place Yuri would be caught dead in ordinarily, and that's not about to change. But he's exploring the city and trying to learn more about his situation when he begins to pick up rumours, ones that sound sickeningly familiar. People disappearing, particularly children, all centered around one place. Odd behaviour in the store itself. And the law seemingly permitting it all to go on, even as the rumours get progressively worse.

There's no proof of any wrongdoing, but Yuri's not going to wait for someone to be kidnapped right before his eyes before he does something. Asmodeus just strikes him as the kind of scum like Ragou, and if the Moon Knights are going to keep biding their time... he's going to be the one to do something about it.

You can catch him gathering information during the day, both in the store and out on the streets. Outside, he'll be accompanied by his dog, Repede. Or, late at night, after closing hours, he'll be staking out the store from a shadowy corner of the street, sheathed katana in hand. He narrows his eyes, watching the entrance.]

Come on out, you slimy bastard...

[...Maybe you should stop him?]

ALL STRINGS ATTACHED - A/B

[Yuri was wrong about one thing: Asmodeus isn't like Ragou, he's like Alexei, treating people like puppets -- literally -- for his own twisted ends. And while Yuri is talked down from committing murder in the street, he won't pass up the opportunity to join the Moon Knights in storming the building, Repede at his side.

The first puppet or doll Prismal he comes across, he calls to them, drawing his blade.]

Hang in there! We're gonna free you! [Even if it means knocking them out, it's better than leaving them like this.]

ICE TO SEE YOU - A

[Lurking around the fringes of the concert, Yuri's surprised and cheered a little to see Lunatia rally around the children and families affected by the incident. Things ended as well as they could have, and now everyone's left to put their lives together.

Can he do anything else to help? He isn't sure about that, but maybe he'll check up on a few Prismals or Moonblessed milling around.]

You okay? [He's feeling a little more helpful and a little less prickly than usual. Good luck getting him to admit it, though.] Do you need anything?

WILDCARD

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LUNATIAN GIRL STORE: A

_{[ Well. He just got here, but missing people is concerning enough for him to spring right into action of investigating. Gintoki is donning his usual attire, wooden bokken at the hilt. It seems like he might be ill prepared for battle or anything else that might come of this, but that really isn’t true.

Instead, he enters the shop with whomever else decided to come along with him to check things out. He can’t help but snatch a pastry from a plate as he is walking by with a surprising well sleight of hand. What can he say, though. He’s pretty much always lived in poverty. Though, his manner of eating the pastry just makes it obvious he’s taken something. ]}

Oi, this isn’t sweet enough. Who do I have to chat with to get some quality food around here, huh?

_{[ Why is he suddenly a customer now..
He’ll turn to someone seated next to him and lean in real close. ]}

What about you? Don’t you think this isn’t good enough?
.. Eh? Hey, listen to me. What happened to you? Did you drop your brain before you came in here?

_{[ Give them a second. They’ll soon insist that you and Gintoki sit down and join them. ]}

ALL STRINGS ATTACHED

_{[ After getting out of the tea shop unscathed, Gintoki is definitely game for assisting in raiding the doll shop. He’s recklessly at the front of the line with his wooden sword drawn, pointing it at several of the doll Prismals. ]}

Ah-ha, see. This is what happens when you eat too much sweets. You get diabetes.

_{[ Their symptoms are nothing like diabetes? Also, Gin, you’re really not one to talk. ]}

You should have a stronger soul if you’re going to be eating like that.

_{[ He squints, though. Some of these people do look familiar among the crowd of inhuman dolls. Either here he’s spoken to them before or he’s seen them around Lunatia without speaking to them. His eyes narrow slightly.
I’ll have to go easy on them.

You can fight alongside him or become a puppet and have him save you. ]}

ICE TO SEE YOU: CHARITY EVENT

_{[ During his fight against the dolls, it appears Gintoki has gotten a few injuries. Small bandages cover some battered up places on his head and wrap around both of his arms, all the way down to his knuckles. Gintoki would be charitable at things like this with items if he actually had any, but for now, he’s taking advantage of the event for his own reasons.

A small, handmade booth is set up among the event. KISSING BOOTH is what it reads, but there's a smaller sign that had more details:
BLONDES ONLY
C CUP
IF YOU'RE A NURSE THAT'S A BONUS TOO

Followed by:
GIVE CHROMA AND MONEY TO THE NEEDY (ME)

Anyway, he's the only other person behind this booth. Do you really want to help this guy with dead fish eyes? ]}

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Material Girl

i. Investigate the Plans

Lunatian Girl was just a passing curiosity for one Konoka Konoe. Everything looked cute at first glance, so that was what drew her into the store! But after more than a few minutes of browsing all the dolls, something about all of it unnerved her. Konoka, however, couldn't quite put her finger on it. Without much incident, Konoka left the store.

It was when she started hearing about Prismal children disappearing that Konoka grew way more concerned.

While savvy enough to know that getting involved was dangerous, she couldn't well enough leave things alone. So Konoka would come back to the store, usually attempting to detect things within a distance. Going in more than once would seem a little too suspicious, so she took to scouting first before figuring out a plan of going in to nose around! Naturally, there would be others who would be looking around, would she bump into one of them, or would they have a good idea?

ii. Doll Me Up

Night fell, and Konoka felt she needed one last look into things. Even aware of the danger, Konoka felt like she was so close to understanding something that she could practically taste it. She had to get to the bottom of this! Heading back to the shop close to its closing time (which somehow still had a noticeable crowd) she managed to slip in between and take a closer examination of all of the dolls. Specifically, the bigger dolls. She couldn't help but notice that some of them looked awfully familiar.

She slipped back into one of the back rooms, where she saw more dolls. Looking at the sea of eyes and frilly clothes chilled her, dolls normally didn't set Konoka on edge like they did now, and yet…

She examined a few, and it dawned on her: not only were they familiar, but the 'joints' on them didn't exist! These were missing people!

Not a moment after she realized it though, she felt something stab the back of her neck. She froze, as if her body had been paralyzed. Her ability to speak robbed. A panicked moan escaped her as she suddenly felt herself wandering further back into a cadre of boxes and outfits, as if she had no control of her body. Strange needs compelled her to do one thing: be among the dolls.

iii. A Midnight Visit

By the time midnight rolled around, Konoka was… needy. She oddly felt like she was in a rather vivid dream, sleeping and yet fully aware of herself. Maybe she was actually sleeping, or maybe it was a coping mechanism (neither was mutually exclusive, huh), but either way she felt a strong desire to moonlace shoot through her body. She emerged from her box, body stepping outside. She looked to see if there were other active dolls, likely under the same marching orders. If they didn't make a beeline outside, she might make her way towards one.

But maybe that wasn't the case, so Konoka would head outside.

You, whoever you are, might suddenly find a blank eyed doll of a young woman, her eyes glazed over, dressed up in a frilly, doll like dress lined with lace and legs covered in stockings and heels, suddenly making her way inside your home. Or maybe even more creepily, you might find her among whatever dolls you already own. You're not sure how it's possible, or what magic she used to get in, but she made no move to hide her presence. If you don't already know her, you might have seen her working at the Salon de Marie. Or if this is the second night, you might recognize her as someone who went missing.

When she found you, she would give a smile… and go for a kiss. Those notably older than her, especially men, would get a kiss on the hand, as if she were giving a greeting. Someone she knows, or a woman, on the other hand would get a kiss on the lips, if not stopped. Either way, she'd give a sleepy greeting. "Hello… won't you moonlace with me?"

I'll Choose My Master

She hears battle by the time she's fully awake again. Konoka rose to the top, her body moving much faster than the slightly jilted, doll-like steps she used to do when she was locked in the shop.

She came to a mess: swords clashing, strange dolls attacking, and among them some of the moonblessed and the child moonheld. Defend this place, came the crazy need. But the hold was… weak. Well not weak in the way that she could break it so much as it was weak in the sense that she did not recognize the mad snakeman as her master, even though she knew him to be the one that cast the spell.

Still driven to defend the store, Konoka aimed barriers, mostly to stop stray spells from harming the children. When she found that knocking them unconscious broke the spell, she focused her efforts on only blocking harmful strikes instead.

But her eyes were alert, keenly seeking out someone she could call 'master'. Someone that she could help. She still had enough free thought to focus on them, so once she found someone, she focused all her thoughts on them, and strode over to talk to them.

"Master! Yes, you! Let me aid you!" Konoka's eyes shown with an almost manic pride. "You'll let me help you, right?"

Ice to Meet You

It had been one hell of an ordeal, so after she had gained her body's freedom, Konoka coped by acting… slightly rebellious. Maybe it was too broad of a use, but Konoka had deliberately taken to exercise, ignoring makeup, shifting routes to and from work and the academy, and other things that told her that she had full control of herself.

Some part of her did find her time as a doll strangely erotic… but just like her earlier kidnapping episode, Konoka wanted the power to submit to be her own, and not caused by a spell. She'd talk to Marie… or someone about that.

The idea of charity was easy to come by, as a result. The other thing Konoka had been doing was finally preparing to move out of her apartment and into a new neighborhood going up! Some of her clothes no longer helped, especially since she was no longer a deer in the moons. Some people might notice that Konoka's donations came in moving boxes, or the fact that if they approached her about a date or the (PG) Moonlace challenge, she'd agree… for a price.

And it came in three words: "Help me move!"

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i. you embody this (lunatian girl store)

[ dextera is aware something is wrong with him.

he can’t speak, can hardly think, and when the clock strikes midnight, even his best attempts at autonomous thought are shut down as something tugs at the core of his very being to moonlace. it’s different than the heat brought on by iris: it’s like a desire manipulated by strings around his heart. it’s a familiar, terrifying feeling.

in the back of the store, dextera’s eyes are drawn to his companions. people he knows are victims like him, but people nonetheless. moonblessed. ]

…

[ it’s not the dollification that has taken his voice, but all the same he’s speechless, glassy eyes staring directly at you. without breaking that gaze, he starts to unbutton his collar, as if compelled by something outside himself. do you feel it, too? ]

ii. broken doll (all strings attached)

a. (the creepy, potentially horny version)

[ dextera had been fighting, and then he stopped. like the string on a violin suddenly snapping, he sees—something, in the person he’s facing, whether he had been just attacking them or not.

perhaps a memory is struck upon, or perhaps it’s something even more shallow than that, but the point is that he goes very, very still. ]

Ahh… ah…

[ his breath sounds like it’s being pushed out of him to make room for something else. his lips part, then his mouth closes, and his mind still rebels… but now he’s waiting. a sign, or a word, or even a glance.

if he gets any of them, he twitches like the other certainly non-human dolls; it’s something uncanny, that shudder, but it’s visibly, uncomfortably, needy. ]

b. (the goofy, or at least less weird doll prompt)

[ were you fighting? you can keep doing that, but you might suddenly feel a hand on your ankle. looking down exposes this: dextera, with an empty expression and empty eyes, in what may have once been a nice androgynous, if not frilly, robe… and it is still largely those things, but also now spattered in blood and smeared in dirt from being, well, on the ground. ]

I need… you… to…

[ he’s going through great pains to speak—hear him out, or don’t. ]

iii. the aftermath

[ dextera has been better. there are only a few times in his life that he’s been worse, but this is a contender if only for how much it feels like the icing on a cake he really never wanted to eat.

having been listed as missing, there’s no question that his friends would have been able to see it without even seeking it out, but it doesn’t occur to him to let any of them know. he spends a little while in his home, alone, and perhaps he can be found there—he isn’t responding to any messages, at any rate, so anyone especially worried might be better off coming to check on him.

he doesn’t completely hide himself, though. it’s also, oddly, possible to find him in lunatia square watching the “love until you drop” event. ‘watching’ is perhaps a generous description, however—wherever his body is, his mind his somewhere much further away. ]

iv. wildcard!

( i have a plotting post here for anyone who would like to plan something in advance, especially kink stuff! otherwise, go wild. )
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I.) Anything Can Be Flammable

How insulting.

( watching the knights charge in and get immediately handled by the serpentine mage is laughable. it's immediately clear to leaks that the one holding all the strings is the one that he should be facing off against, and show him what a true magician can do when given the chance to show off more than just his claws and fangs. no, his magic could easily rival that and much more, and if the knights somehow failed and found themselves dead? someone else could easily gather up the pieces and create some real havoc, raise the corpses and give the puppeteer a run for his money.

someone like leaks, to be precise.

but no, this ribika is faced with some obstacles. it's not the idea of following orders but it's the fact there are dolls approaching him with their parasols and their exposed teeth. among them, more clumsy and crude looking approximations of dolls. they look more alive than their wooden counterparts, but that's not leaks' concern. no, they are going to attempt to attack him and while he knows he's dexterous enough to play a more defensive and proactive game...

he could flex his might. just a little.

fire springs from the tips of his claws, his gloves stretching to accommodate those sharp points. the closest doll, a non-prismal, is quickly engulfed by a ball that strikes it dead center and causes it to erupt. what sounds like a shriek emanates from it, and the red liquid spouting from it does nothing to protect it from its slow turn into ashes.

pausing in thought as well as to relish his handiwork, he doesn't pay enough attention to a living doll that approaches from his flank. )

II.) You're On Catcam

( if there's anything that might torture leaks, it's the idea of being on camera in front of what could be anywhere from one to one billion people--- and this is why he's squeezing his eyes shut as his ears stay pinned back and his tail is stiff as a board up against his back. it's not the first time he's had this kind of discomfort stemming from the mere fact that he is a 'cat' and that there are those who fixate way too hard on those feline qualities of his. it's why when someone reaches for his ears, he instinctively wants to dig every sharp part of his being into them. )

... just get it over with.

( he doesn't care at all regarding the charity. actually, leaks is generally pretty unhappy with this entire deal in the first place, but the desire to build up some chroma of his own (and hopefully not have to donate it all) is only slightly greater than the amount of frustration building up in his chest. )

Or do you need a written invitation?

( because leaks can feel the eyes of someone, even if it's just a passing glance. whether it's from curiosity or just examining the situation, there's one thing that should be obviously clear:

leaks is angy. )

III.) This Is Bookfort

( but hey, he's been made aware of the lunar scientia headquarters and the treasure trove that is their library. even though leaks would prefer to comfortably study in private within the comfort of his apartment that only has one chair and many empty bookshelves, the value of learning and researching is too great compared to the minor annoyance of the librarian robots and shoo-ing away potential interruptions with a pointed glare and deep frown. leaks has even gone the distance in gathering as many as he could without assistance and piling them on a long brown wooden table, creating stacks and stacks of well-maintained tomes.

unfortunately... as he did often in the sanctity of his forest, sleep came at the worst time. and so, underneath what could be easily seen as a fort made of books, leaks' face is firmly nestled in between pages of a book. his ears flit and twitch, his tail making similarly sharp and arrhythmic movements as he finds comfort in a potentially dream-less sleep.

and then one book falls off of a pile. leaks doesn't stir, except to sigh. )

IV.) Wildcard

( leave something on my log! i will also be using that post for leaks' december threads if needed. )

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▶ WHO: Yosuke Hanamura with two closed prompts and one open.
▶ WHAT: November Event
▶ WHEN: Throughout the Event
▶ WHERE: Lunatian Girl and around Lunatia
▶ WARNINGS: Some trauma, also spoilers for the November dungeon in P4

A - Lunatian Girl - For Ami Mizuno

[ Winter was coming and what better way to spend it than having a warm drink and walking around with someone you like? Ami and Yosuke had been dating on and off, nothing serious as of yet but they enjoyed each other's company and that's all that mattered really. They were passing by that new doll store when he felt a tug at his hand, pulling him to a stop. He looked over at the shop where they'd stopped. He couldn't really help but feel a little creeped out at the dolls staring back at him, looking so life-like and life-sized for that matter. ]

Uh... you sure?

[ He didn't really take Ami to be a doll person. ]

B - Midnight Munchies - Open

[ Despite being "bought" (so to speak) by one Kanji Tatsumi and Naoto Shirogane, Yosuke was still quite stuck as he was. A doll. He couldn't move on his own unless ordered to by whomever took him out and about. For the most part, staying in the residence of his friends was the best of both worlds for now. He didn't have to stay in that awful container or be rented out by some customer with those crazed eyes and have tea parties and the like. Instead, he could just sit and look pretty (honestly, the dress wasn't that bad and Ami had done his make up well when they'd first gotten bit.) in a familiar place until something could be fixed. It'd only been a couple days, but it was a couple too many in his opinion.

It didn't solve his anxiety or the horror that crept in if he was left alone too long, but it was much better than the last time he'd been controlled by another. Yosuke didn't have to hurt anyone.

Of course, being unable to say much meant he also couldn't tell Kanji and Naoto what happened at Midnight. Although as this was the first night in their home, they'd find out soon enough when, as soon as the clock struck Midnight, Yosuke was standing and making his way to the front door. That urge to find someone to moonlace with was unavoidable, but he was grateful he didn't head straight to his friends' bedroom. Talk about awkward.

Should they be unable to stop him, Yosuke can be found out in the cold, walking down the corridors of the apartments and eventually, the streets to look for someone to moonlace with. He could only hope nothing drastic happened, that maybe he'd just find another doll to snuggle with like he'd done with Ami their first night in that awful store. Yosuke could only hope. ]

C - A Doll No More - Close CR only

[ Yosuke stayed at the Government Center where all the victims had been taken to be changed back and cared for as needed. For those who wanted to check on him, the nurse will already tell what's wrong. He's not eating (and after being a doll for more than a couple days meant he needed something in his system) and he was in immediate need of moonlacing. But he was refusing because he didn't want any strangers touching him. So it's good that you had come along to help him.

Despite Yosuke's refusal to eat and moonlace, he did speak with the on-site therapist so they had an idea of the issue at hand. This wasn't his first time being made a puppet (castmates will remember the Namatame fight) so if anyone has experience with this would likely be of better help to him. Even if someone he knew didn't, having a familiar face was good. So, when you go inside the infirmary room, Yosuke will be curled up and facing away from the door in the bed, the snake bite to the back of his neck visible. There was an IV drip hooked up so he was at least getting the nutrients he needed while they tried to help him and he was awake after being given a mild sedative to help him rest the first night. Yosuke did peer over his shoulder briefly to see who entered the room this time and upon recognition, turned back with a sigh. ]

Hey.

[ There's a chair next to the bed, if you want to have a seat. ]

[OOC: No smut for this, the moonlacing he's looking for will be platonic. As always, you can hit me up at mossflower#4962 on Discord or

ravenclawed. ]

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1) Lunatian Girls Just Wanna Have Cake

A) Tea House - Scorpia had settled nicely into a routine in this new world, paying for her needs by way of hugs and generally just enjoying herself. She was still incredibly worried about her friends back home on Etheria and how things were going there, but since there didn't seem to be a way to get back at the moment she just decided to push all those worries deep deep down and make the best of it. Her routine didn't have her out and meeting many people though, it was all a bit intimidating and she didn't want to cause anybody any trouble, but now that she'd been here for a couple months she decided today was the day she was going to make a change and be social!

Asmodeus seemed like a rather nice person; Scorpia found nothing wrong about him at all and was more than happy to take him up on his invitation to his new shop. Once there she was quite pleased with the decision to go. Everything here was so cute! And the food so cute and delicious! There was a brief pang as she thought about her friend who would love to be here too but she tried not to linger on it and ruin the mood. Getting around the confines of the shop without bumping into anyone with her tail took a little work, but soon she was seated at a too small table, taking part in a tea party with one of the pale patrons and their own doll, and perhaps another shop visitor.

Remarkably, Scorpia's managed to perfectly pinch one of the teacups with her pincer and is holding it aloft with a high society air. "Well frankly, I do agree, but their behavior at the ball was simply dreadful! Oooh! I should go back and get my prom dress from my apartment and wear it here!"

B) Welcome to the Dollhouse - Curiosity isn't merely limited to cats and it wasn't long before Scorpia made her way up to the other part of the shop. She was a little less careful with her tail now as she looked around the place, cooing over and admiring the different dolls and dresses on display. Those who know her might expect this from her but to strangers it might seem odd to see a woman like her so fixated on cute things. But she liked to be cute damnit!

It wasn't actual investigation or suspicion but rather simple innocence that brought her into the shop's trap. "Hey...you look familiar...aren't you-" was all she got out before those fangs managed to find a soft spot of skin around her exoskeleton. Her eyes went distant and her arms and tail drooped as she wandered to the back of the shop. Turns out she didn't need to go home to get her prom dress after all.

2) I Got Strings To Hold Me Down

A) Scorpia was going to feel really bad about this later. She really really was. She didn't want to hurt anyone, she just went to the shop to have a good time and have cute snacks and enjoy cute outfits. But now she found her body moving with the dolls and other kidnapped victims, fighting back against those who had come to rescue them. She shouted from inside her mind as her pincers and tail swung around at the Moon Knights and others. Her movements may be slow and clumsy, but her size and weight and natural armor made her no less a threat, and harder to subdue besides.

B) With so much going on and so many dolls to manage, it was inevitable that the direct control on her would slip, leaving her on autopilot. She was glad that she wasn't attacking people anymore, that was better, but there was something wrong, something missing. She turned to the nearest face that didn't seem to be a fellow doll.

"Master? How may I serve you?" Yes, that would be much better. No need to worry about hurting people if Master is in charge.

3) Hugs keep the body warm

After everything that happened, Scorpia needed a break, and unfortunately the change in the weather was not doing much to make her less inclined to just build a blanket and pillow nest in her apartment to try to wait out the oncoming winter. But Catra was here now! And Adora too, she guessed. That was...fine. And the other people she met in this world were nice too, and friends would make her feel better about that whole doll thing than being on her own.

So after a pep talk in front of her mirror, hopefully turned off this time, Scorpia was delighted to come across the charity event going on in the square. This was precisely what she needed to cheer her up.

"There's a Longest Hug record? Oh man, I've got to try to beat that!"

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[For reference, his Permissions and plotting comment!]

[Option A is a backdated prompt based on the test drive meme and also featuring Gumshoe having bat Iris effects.]

B. Friller Night

[Being a Moon Knight and a detective, Gumshoe has more than enough reason to look into the missing people. This leads him to try investigating The Lunatian Girl. Of course, to try not to tip them off, he's decided to do so undercover. He's learned a thing or two about the fashion that's employed there! So he frills up his wardrobe. Garbed in a shirt, with a purple jacket and pants, all sporting some type of frills, and also wearing a large cravat on top of that, he sets foot into the store. Tugging at the edges of his jacket, he makes a point to announce himself.]

The name's Milton Frillsworth, pal! ...Um... good day!

[It's possible that someone could be accompanying him on this undercover mission, or he could be coming across someone else in the store by chance. Either way, he'll soon start checking out the eerie inhabitants of the tea shop!]

C. Goodbye Dolly

[Gumshoe managed to end his investigation without uncovering their secrets - although in the process, he saved himself from being turned into a doll. The downside is that now he has to fight them all! Once the Moon Knights roll in, he's there too to help. And he ends up having to enter the fray after he watched in horror as most of the other Moon Knights got turned into blood puppets!

So during the battle, Gumshoe could be found fending off the inhuman dolls. He manages to claim one of their parasols and uses it to fend some of them off. But there's a whole lot of them, and he'll need help to keep himself from being overwhelmed.

He'll also be there to confront doll Prismals and those who are acting as puppets. To fend them off if they're hostile, or to try to help them come back to their senses if they're otherwise acting strange!]

D. Hold On

{After all of that, the charity events seemed like a good way to unwind, while still doing good for others! So he's ended up volunteering to take part in a Love Until You Drop stream. A few of them, actually. Sometimes matched up with people he knows, sometimes with strangers. Regardless of the person, he'll enthusiastically call them over to get started!]

C'mon pal, let's show 'em what handholding looks like! Do it for the kids!!

E. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with another prompt, or hit me up for plotting! Gumshoe will also be attending the benefit concert and be available for charitable exchanges there!]

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▶ LUNATIAN GIRL STORE - A

[After the missing person reports continued pouring in one after another, Iskandar could not sit idly by any longer as the masses were left in constant fear. The spark that ignited the flame in fact came after noticing a couple of the missing individuals were mere children, faces familiar upon initial arrival playing in the piles of leaves together joyously.

His investigations had led him to the rather odd looking shop, similar in fashion to the small one posted a mere week ago though much grander, the King of Conqueror's vision narrowing with a cross of his arms outside. Looking left then right cautiously before entering the establishment in question, Iskandar cocked a brow curiously as he inspected over the newfound shop. The first floor smelled of rich aromas, filled with sweets the likes of which he'd never seen.]

How very curious, indeed.

▶ ALL STRINGS ATTACHED - A

[The Moon Knight's have pinpointed the proprietor of this 'Lunatian Girl' as the culprit responsible for all the missing individuals, an army of ragtag dolls both human and not surrounding the storefront. Oozing red liquid from their mouths in an unsavory sight, Iskandar's vision narrows, hand grasping hilt of his noble sword Kupriotes.]

So be it then, if it is a fight you want then it is a fight you shall get! For I, Iskandar, King of Conquerors will not let such villainous crimes go unchecked!

[Looking to the sea of people standing by idly watching, Iskandar unsheathes his sword raising it high in the air with a thunderous roar, rousing the crowd to rally behind him and the Moon Knight's by his side.]

I ask you all here and now, who will stand with us!?!

▶ ICE TO SEE YOU - B

[Unlike most days when Iskandar can be found in his usual garbs, armor clad with a hefty cloak, today he opted for a more 'modern' look. Alas the King of Conquerors could not find a copy of 'Admirable Great Tactics', limited edition shirt along with it and as such adorned a simple white t-shirt for the time being. Upon entering the rather odd yet alluring spectacle, the sweet lulls of singing immediately caught his attention, Iskandar moving towards the stage area with haste.

Looking over the crowd with a stroke of his chin Iskandar noted many of them paired off, hugging, kisses and holding hands alike. Moving to question one of the festivals volunteers, Iskandar was met with a rather intriguing challenge, a competition put on by their gracious hosts with treasures to be had for the winners! Not one to shy away from a contest may it be strength or perseverance, the great King of Conquerors quickly approached the nearest person standing by their lonesome. Puffing out his chest purely on instinct, Iskandar extends a large hand towards the stranger in question.]

It would appear we are both in need of companions for this noble quest, what say you?

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I.[Think about the Children]
[ Never head out alone? Akutagawa isn't one to heed that advice. The mafioso walks around Lunatia by his lonesome, trying to get as much information as he could about the disappearances. Since he couldn't rely on his ability to shake people up, he has to resort to intimidation and roughhousing. Demanding whoever he comes across to tell him everything that they know, and sometimes the result would be the witness running away or cowering in front of him babbling nonsense. By the grumpy look on Akutagawa's face, it's clear he's not getting very far in his investigation. Maybe a bystander happens to see that whole bad cop spiel isn't quite working and offers to lend a hand? Whether Akutagawa accepts the gesture or not, is really how they present the idea.]

II.[Lunatian Girl Store]
[From overhearing the rumors from the moon ports leads Akutagawa to this newly opened tea room. He hears that there might have been a sighting of a missing child nearby and even the sightings of the mysterious girl in a pink dress seem interesting as well. He seats himself at a table, ordering some tea to casually drink as he observes his surroundings. His attention goes to many patrons who happen to be doting on their disturbing looking dolls.

His piercing gaze briefly distracts them enough from their dolls to invite him over to tea, which he automatically refuses. Something is going on here, but the mafioso can't quite pinpoint why he feels this way. He continues to sip at his tea, trying to see if the girl in the pink dress will appear. Perhaps you're staking out the place too, and there are few vacant seats available and fortunately, there's an empty seat right across from Akutagawa.]

III.[All Strings Attached]

A.[Finally, the mastermind reveals himself, and Akutagawa is right there as the Moon Knights attempt to apprehend Asmodeus. However, he needs to deal with his pesky puppets first. They are deranged looking creations, the larger ones twirling towards him menacingly and the smaller ones rallying together to attack his legs. Though Akutagawa has been waiting for this moment ever since he started this investigation, mindfully reserving his energy just to pull out all the stops. He calls out Rashoumon, allowing the black tendrils to slither from his coat and mercilessly pierce into any puppets that attacks him.

Though he notices some of the puppets are acting strangely, maybe even a bit hesitant and clumsy. These must be the unwilling victims of Asmodeus. He stops Rashoumon enough to shout over the fray for the captive primal to flee. Though the action distracts him from an impending attack from a puppet, and once he becomes aware of it, Akutagawa's not sure he can evade it in time.]

B.[Somehow, Asmodeus manages to get a hold him, pulling strings from his body and his body suspended in motion. Akutagawa tries to will Rashoumon to cut them, but even his ability is no match. He continues to fight it, but in his defeat, his eyes fall upon someone and he suddenly forgets his struggle. His focus is on them as he feels compelled for them to give him an order. He'll fulfill it to best of his ability, perhaps even beyond his limitations.]

What do you ask of me?

[Akutagawa's gray eyes are intense as he looks expectantly back at the person of interest. They are in the middle of a fight, but that doesn't seem to matter.]

IV.[Ice to meet you]
A. [He doesn't have anything else to do, or at least that's his excuse. He finds himself at the outdoor benefit concert for Asmodeus's victims. Normally, he wouldn't be drawn to such an event, but he reasons it will do him little favors to be a shut-in. He catches Ayla's song, and he does enjoy it since the woman had a lovely voice. However, her melody coerces him to feel a little generous. If he sees someone who seems a bit glum he might impart them with a few encouraging words. If you are a rival of his or maybe he was nasty to you before, he might have some nice things to say about you now. Better enjoy it while you can.]

B. [ Akutagawa is still feeling a bit generous from before, so he offers his hand to anyone who's in the need of a partner for the fundraising event. It doesn't matter if he knows them, or not, because he can certainly use the chroma after the showdown with Asmodeus. He'll even discount the idea of wearing an ugly matching sweater because this is for charity, but he would've preferred the scarf.

Akutagawa's hold is confident and unwavering, so even if his partner is nervous he won't show any signs of noticing. If anything the mafioso falls victim to his competitiveness, trying to encourage his partner to maintain their grip with a reassuring squeeze.]

Just a bit further...

[ What's an hour or twenty? They can win this thing with enough resolve!]

V.[WILDCARD] [If none of the prompts work for you, feel free to make your own scenario. Feel free to ping me at

roniknowszilch if you have any questions.]

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01. LEVEL ONE RECON [A]

[A stern looking woman in a pantsuit is hardly the sort of clientele you'd expect at a doll shop decked out in frills and lace... but there she is, taking up space in the crowded venue, seated at a corner table with one leg crossed over the other. She seems to be looking at a menu, but anyone looking at her long enough may realize that... her eyes are taking in far more than the high tea set options.

And with as popular as the store and teahouse has become, you may have the time to look. The hostess is terribly sorry for the delay, she's quick to assure you that the moment a table opens up it's yours...

Now if only that fellow Moonblessed would hurry up and order? Or at least share the table?]

02. LEVEL ONE RECON [B]

[It's been a long time since she's been shopping... but when you arrive on a moon in a place you're still not completely sure isn't another Contractor's illusion with only your bloodied clothes and a broken weapon... Well, there were things that needed purchasing. And with no Amazon delivery...

A few shopping bags already in hand, Hazuki pauses when a certain colorful store window catches her eye. That something being... a very expansive collection of sex toys, just out in the open the likes of which would never be tolerated in a society that knew more shame.

Considering the nature of this place... Hmm.]

03. ALL STRINGS ATTACHED

[Hazuki has no plans to engage these "dolls" or fight to free the innocent. She's here to observe the Moon Knights, take notes on their combat prowess, and investigate the power that was causing the tranformations. Determine whether or not it was a threat to her. Whether it was worth lending efforts to eliminate or not.

That plan goes south along the way, however, when a few of the artificial dolls that have broken off from the pack accidentally stumble upon her lookout location on the edge of a nearby roof. Her movements are silent, but the telltale glow of a Contractor at work stands out, blue and red light trails fading into nothing a step after each smooth slice and stab.

Watch out below, though! A severed doll arm flies off the rooftop with three glowing weapons embedded deep in the porcelain... but as the glow around them fades it reveals that they're just...

Are those ink pens?]

05. FLEEING THE SCENE (FOR PUPPETS)

[Position exposed and not looking to end up on live television, Hazuki makes to leave the scene... only to realize that someone is following her. Not even particularly well, with the scent of blood (strings) in the air.

Though she has confidence in her ability to evade her pursuer... there's no violent intent that she can read in them. Rather...

She comes to a stop, turning on a low heel to face the puppet, wooden blade clutched tight in her hand.]

What do you want?

06. FLEEING THE SCENE (FOR MEN)

[The use of a Contractor's powers requires payment, and while Hazuki knows that her obeisance is hardly one of the worst that has been required in the decade and some since the sudden arrival of the Gates...

It's still an annoyance.

She waits until she catches a man who seems to be on his own to drop down from the building rooves and fire escapes... onto the man's shoulders. They aren't only a cushion for her landing, however, because as they buckle, whether it's just a momentary reaction to the sudden weight or she actually sends them crashing to the ground...

Her lips are on theirs, sudden and aggressive and without a single word.]

07. THE MOON EXPERIENCE [POST-EVENT]

[Doing the research and preparing herself mentally for three different possibilities had helped, but it didn't fully remove the disconcerting feeling of waking up to find her skin itching with scales, to see slit pupils and a forked tongue looking back at her in the mirror.

To feel certain things... stronger, than she has ever.

With an itch to scratch, she takes to certain parts of the city that she has scouted in advance. A bar here, a club here, an alley near a hotel here...

If she had a tail it would be fairly rattling with lowkey warning, coiled and ready to strike.]

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[Open to making some wildcard starters if you want something different! Open to being a puppet master, but please note that she will treat male servants worse than female. As for Sanguis/Triple Moon action, she prefers women but is currently experimenting with Chroma production so she'll take men as well. Hit me up on sns or plotting comment!]

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Lunatian Girl Store

A. ( The combination of popular brews and brewing mystery is what brings Edgeworth to the tea house, but once he arrives he finds himself unimpressed by the drinks and treats they have on offer.

The mystery, on the other hand, is far more promising, and Edgeworth isn't the type of person to back down from an investigation. Or an interrogation. He marches up to the glassy-eyed customers, but no manner of questioning inspires any insightful response. Instead, he receives repeated requests to join a tea party, one of the customers going so far to tug on Edgeworth's sleeve.

Wide-eyed and glancing around the room, Edgeworth shouts out at anyone who looks like they might be a fellowed Moonblessed. )

Hello! Fancy seeing you here!

( He's ... not subtle. Please help him? )

B. ( He always knew his nosing around would get him into trouble, but he never imagined a scenario quite like this. Really, he should have known better. Anything is possible in this place.

He's had a head start on the frills, but he's now wearing a pair of lacy, ruffled shorts to go with his shirt and cravat. Somehow, there's a tube of lipstick in his hand, and he feels compelled to approach one of his fellow dolls, unscrew the cap, and ask: )

May I?

( He has zero make-up skills, but that doesn't matter. Try as he might, he can't quite help himself from going through the motions of dolling up his fellow dolls. )

WILDCARD

( I'm willing to write starters for anyone (doll or not) who's interested in moonlacing with Edgeworth in the night, either nsfw or not! Likewise, if anyone wants to interact with Edgeworth during the storming of the shop, hit me up and I'll whip something together as well! I'd love to have Edgeworth latch onto someone while he's being mind-controlled, but I'd like to limit this to opportunity to one (1) person. First in, best-dressed!

And if there's anything you'd like to do during the festival ... you guessed it, hit me up! I'm flexible and willing to work with you.

Contact: ziskandra / ziskandra#7191 / PM
(Feel free to add!) )

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