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▶ ARRIVAL .002

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In respect and reverence to the season's yield, the annual Harvest Boon is in full bloom as the festival paints the city of Lunatia with vibrant life and color. The lush plant life of the metropolis blossoms with bright flowers and cascading petals on the city’s inhabitants. The ground smells like fresh rain, the weather is comfortably warm, and the crystalline structures around the city possess a luminous shimmer that marks the start of a season intimately tied to Lunatia’s history and culture.

News broadcasts report on the arrival of more Moonblessed as well as the upcoming appearance of Queen Elara, who will be offering her annual blessings to encourage the continued growth and prosperity of their land. There will also be a grand parade to welcome the Queen and celebrate the historical reformation efforts of the Prismals after the calamity that destroyed the city two hundred years ago. The Queen will be performing an ancient sacred dance called “The Encircling of the Three Moons” or simply referred to as “The Encircling.” The ritual was last performed thirty years ago, so the whole city is waiting for it with bated breath.

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The parade route will stretch all the way from Level 1 to Level 3. All those not participating should be mindful of incoming traffic and crowds. The city’s shrines in Level 3 are expected to be heavily populated with locals giving votive offerings to receive blessings from the three moons. Some bring baskets of fruit and vegetables while others bring pottery, jewelry, and other gem-encrusted valuables. The shrines are handing out silver chain bracelets. A small prismatic stone hangs from it and shines in hues of purple, blue, and red. To inform the Moonblessed about their tradition, the Prismals tell them to wear it for the ensuing days and not to take it off under any circumstances. If you ask them why they simply reply: it’s for your own protection.

A ⬤ As it’s the season for the harvest, the Prismals will encourage any Moonblessed they see to join them in planting new trees and maintaining the city plantlife. Anyone who agrees will be handed necessary gardening equipment and seeds. Notable are the special Meas seeds, which are seeds are said to produce beautiful, ornate trees that grant a wish to those who nurture them together. The locals claim that sharing these wishes will increase the likelihood of the wish becoming a reality.

Any Moonblessed who help will be rewarded with a pot of a luminous bonsai tree of their choosing, perfect for decorating their new apartment rooms with.

B ⬤ Shrine maidens are recruiting dancers and musicians to aid them for the Queen’s welcome parade. Holographic posters for the auditions are plastered all over areas near shrines. This year’s theme is an elaborate tale featuring an interpretative dance of the blessed Euphemia flower being grown and cultivated by a dragon. Half the participants will be fitted with a flowing dress and a flower crown while the other half will be wearing an ornate dragon head and a scaly unitard. Be prepared to move the audience, especially the Queen. They say she has high standards!

C ⬤ Another audition is being held for the tournament display in the Elaran Amphitheater. Capable fighters are encouraged to take part in exhibition matches as these symbolic fights are retellings of Lunatia’s history. The finalists that make it after the elimination round will represent the Moon Knights during the Lunatia’s historical battle to protect the city from chaos. Black-winged mechanical beasts will be brought in to play the role of the physical manifestations of the wrathful god Basti. Weaponry and armor will be provided. All participants need to give their all in these matches to inspire pride and hope.

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The sound of royal horns and the cheering of the people signal the official arrival of Queen Elara. The welcome parade follows suit with all the Prismals dressed up in stunning garments, either handing out flower crowns or sticking Orclev flowers onto the lapels of parade goers. This flower grows tiny, harmless hooks when you add pressure to its petals — no pesky pins required! Just watch out for the Prismal kids that like sticking them on people’s butts.

A harmony of brass, woodwinds and percussion play throughout the city streets as acrobats with batons, ribbons, and pompoms take to the streets, surrounding the large holographic and high-tech parade floats. Sideshow performers and lively personalities are also set to perform, including the earlier chosen performers and the tournament finalists once again in their costumes. Make sure to smile for the crowd and be nice when they ask for selfies or autographs!

A ⬤ The white lunar blossoms being sold along the streets are popular among the locals. These blossoms are this season’s popular gifts as they are said to change color according to the true feelings of the recipient. Locals form long lines, giggling about their secret crush, saying this may be their chance to finally learn about their heart’s desires. 💚💛

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💜︎ = Neutral 💙︎ = Hatred 💖︎ = Pure/Familial Love

B ⬤ In a quieter alleyway, there is a marionette show reenacting the royal family’s historically first Encircling. No one else seems to be around to watch, but the show is free... The wooden puppets appear a little too lifelike, seemingly reacting to any presence with almost too keen an interest. Later in the show, some of their heads spin all the way around, then slow down as if to lock their empty gazes onto you, while others giggle unnervingly and coax you into joining. Had enough? A peep behind the curtains reveals nothing but a puppetmaster’s empty chair. A chill runs down your spine...

Try and destroy the jeering mannequins and they will immediately put themselves back together and laugh at your pedestrian efforts to thwart them. Complete destruction of the marionettes is the only way to stop them, but is it worth the effort? You’re free to run; they won’t follow too far. Ask the locals about this and you will only be met with confusion. It seems they don’t appreciate the frightening thought in the middle of a joyous occasion, so it may be best to keep it to yourself for now.

At the end of the procession, Queen Elara will take center stage in Lunatia Square to deliver her speech:

Queen Elara

I deeply appreciate all of those present here for gathering today under the blessed moons of Prismatica. To the Moonblessed, I am Queen Elara. While I do not rule over the planet as my ancestors did in times past, I still care deeply for my home and wish to see it prosper. Tonight, I will dance with all my heart and spirit for this purpose.

There is much we do not understand about the many mysterious phenomena that come with your arrival, but I take this opportunity to say that no matter what happens, you are valued guests and free to make our home yours. All that we humbly ask is for your assistance while our illustrious minds find a way to repay you for your time. Come what may, we the Prismals will do our part.

Thank you and I pray for your continued support and success through whatever may come in the future. May the light of the moons bring unity and prosperity to all!

Once the speech is over, Queen Elara will fade into the background to rest and prepare for tonight’s performance. She will return to Lunatia Square just before midnight to perform the most awaited Encircling — a ritual done to rotate the city and its mechanisms to face the three moons, and a task that only the royal family is capable of. Armed with a magical flame in one hand and a sword in the other, she reenacts both halves of the monumental battle between Basti, the dragon god of calamity, and the Moon Knights of Lunatia. Each graceful step and twirl of this mystical dance sets all city levels into motion as if the entire metropolis is responding to the beat of the rhythm.

A few elders remark that Lunatia would creak as it slowly made a clumsy half circle in the past few Encirclings, but the city has certainly never moved this smoothly before. Could it be the work of the Moonblessed and their chroma?

The whirring of machinery, the glittering of Caelus Tower, and the chanting of the audience blend into a mesmerizing song of magic, technology, and the Prismals’ unwavering spirit. After fluid transitions between Basti’s frenetic movements and the Moon Knight’s acrobatic stunts, Elara raises her sword, leaps into the air, and lunges toward the dragon god—-

The sky is pitch black. Queen Elara’s voice cuts through the din, each word echoing through what seems the entirety of the planet.

“I call upon the benedictions of the moons! Banish that which threatens us! Bring your shining light upon this city and let us flourish!”

Eventually, in the darkness of the night, all three moons shine on the people of Lunatia, briefly an overlapping opalescent white before becoming a maelstrom of red, blue and purple clouds.

By the end of the dance, Lunatia’s position has changed. For the first time in two hundred years, the city has made a full rotation. Everyone goes silent and fall into prayer.

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If you listened to the Prismals earlier and kept wearing your protective bracelet, then the moons’ effects will be dulled. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself suddenly growing anxious and gasping for breath. So for those who didn’t bother visiting the shrines or who chucked the bracelets away, you will be subjected to the full effects of your moonblessing.

While all three moons are in the sky, their influence is thrice amplified, causing a high uptick in erratic behavior as well as uncontrollable transformations. Beware the Moonblessed that are acting more feral than usual.

A ⬤ By keeping the protective bracelet, you and your loved ones will be spared from the influence of the moons. However, if your transformation progressed too far before putting the bracelet on, then it will be too late and the bracelet will have no effect. Will you wait out the storm or help those who are affected? Maybe you’re the one who needs help? Since every moonblessing is unique and unpredictable, it’s difficult to tell what will happen next. It may be best to gather your friends and keep an eye on them.

B ⬤ A group of ruffian Prismals from the Lightless has taken advantage of the occasion and has broken into Level 3 while their moonblessings are active. These ruffians are capable of turning into huge, three-headed cerberus monsters known for their peerless physical strength. Their fangs are capable of snapping the necks of their unfortunate victims. They will be attacking anyone indiscriminately to cause disturbance and chaos, aiming for those who are the most vulnerable. The Moon Knights’s response is quick, but they will appreciate any extra aid to apprehend these criminals before they escape the city.

All moon effects last a few hours until the moons separate and fall back into their regular orbits.

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▶ YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND: B;
Puppet shows are common in Thedas -- buskers set them up in the Lowtown market as entertainment on busy days, bawdy retellings of local folk tales played out through simple, rough-hewn wooden puppets, and on All Soul's Day the Chantry would put on their own somber recreations of Andraste's martyring, each elaborate Orlesian-style marionette of gold and painted porcelain probably worth a year of food for any of the refugees that had starved in Darktown.

Possessed puppets that harass their audience? Not so much. Maybe in Tevinter?

As the marionettes call out and reach cajolingly for their alarmed spectator, Biscuit lunges forward to snap his jaws around the nearest wooden hand, wrenches the puppet straight off the stage and shakes it like a terrier with a rabbit. Its delicate threads snap, pieces rolling apart on the cobbled crystalline stones... and then recollect as if drawn by magnets, broken threads dangling uselessly from limbs that clearly don't need them, and its laugh pitches high and frenzied at them.

Hawke exchanges a surprised look with the toy's intended target. "Have you ever seen this shit before?" she asks, as she unholsters her staff and summons a gout of flame to envelop the cackling little thing.

▶ JUST LIKE ANIMALS: B pt 1;
Oho, now this is a familiar dance, one that Hawke can really throw herself into. Staff in hand, she slides easily into the rhythm of battle, becoming a blur of movement, laughter, and elemental magic, with Biscuit diving in among the beasts and their many paws to disorient and maul.

She throws a few wild spells at random first, testing to see what the beasts might be weak against, then settles with what she learns, blinding them with fire and crippling them with enormous forks of lightning. Her style of combat is noticeably a little careless, clearly accustomed to relying on a team, and the recklessness gets her a few knocks for the trouble, but she always spits out the blood and gets back on her feet.

"Here, boy!" she calls out whenever the beasts start turning their attention toward someone else, along with piercing whistles that carry through the area. "Come here! Oh, who's been such a naughty boy? It's you! No treats for you, naughty boys!"

She skids to an inelegant stop beside someone else in the chaos to give herself a moment to breathe, a bright electric grin of delight on her face. "Do you think if I bring one down alive, I can keep it?"

B pt. 2 —
The effects of the moons may have been dulled by the charmed little trinket, but given how strong they are to begin with, there's still a noticeable change in Hawke now that the thugs have been apprehended and she can let herself relax. Small triangular ears covered with soft inky-black fur the same color as her hair stick up on her head, perked forward with her attention, and lingering adrenaline has blown her pupils to an inhuman degree, the bright blue of her eyes nothing more than thin rings of color, though they constrict into vertical slits whenever a flash of light hits her face. The fight has left her sweaty and flushed, and the faint scent that trails in her wake is a tantalizing one, uniquely layered with whatever is most tempting to the one breathing it in, beckoning them to slide closer to her warm body. It's not irresistible, but it's definitely present.

"Well, that was fun. Need a little healing?" she asks the person nearest, offering up an empty palm wreathed with faint green sparks. It's really not her specialty, this kind of magic, but she can smooth over abraded skin and wipe away shallow bruises at least, which is better than nothing.

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⚡ 01

[ Maybe, for once, this isn't Loki's fault. It seems unlikely, but less than a week ago it had seemed unlikely that his sister would step out of Hel, cut out his eye, and force him to destroy his home, so -- the universe is full of surprises. When he's fortunate, not all of them are unpleasant.

The smell of rain in the air is comforting, and he finds himself almost guiltily grateful for the anonymity Prisma's festivities afford him. He isn't unremarkable, but no one here looks to him to be their king and to chart their uncertain future. Adventure is simple. It's something he understands well. Thor is confident that he can find the reason he was called here, fix the problem, and then return as he's always done. If he's in no particular hurry to return, it's not that he's afraid. He needs the time to think.

For the moment, he lets some of the natives talk him into planting trees. He'd always balked when his mother tried to coax him into these mundane tasks, but now she and the gardens she loved are gone. Everything is gone. The morning passes quickly, and while he ends up streaked with mud and dirt, Thor doesn't break a sweat hauling trees and chatting with the natives, letting them turn his thoughts to the present. Everyone is eager to volunteer information about the moons and the festival, but he finds himself at a loss for a partner when he's handed a bag of meas seed. He's never been one for wishing on trees, but it can't hurt, can it?

He turns to the nearest person, or anyone else he might notice looking in in his direction. If they've been working with him throughout the morning, he even flashes them a smile. ]

Might I ask your aid?

⚡ 02

[ It's possible that Thor should have heeded the warnings about wearing the bracelet, but protection is something that he's scarcely in need of. Often, letting trouble find him is the most direct path to figuring out who he needs to punch in order to solve the problem. It's not an exact science, but it works out for him. Usually. Maybe not right at this moment, though.

In the light of the three moons, Thor finds himself suddenly struggling for breath. There's a sharp pain in his back that immediately becomes unbearable, and he's forced to dismiss the upper half of his armor in a flash of light. A pair of large, feathered wings instantly unfurl at his back and spread to their full span. If anyone is unfortunate enough to be standing in their path, he doesn't seem to notice that he's just missed them, hit them, or maybe even knocked them over. If they're very unlucky, they might have gotten a harmless but painful shock. Errant flashes of electricity jump between the feathers for a few moments, but they seem to disappear once Thor takes a full breath again.

He spends a few minutes checking out his new wings - a tawny and laced with gold - and rather than shocked or offended, he finds himself strangely pleased with the turn of events. Warmth finally begins to seep back into the core of him, and with it comes a strange kind of hunger. ]

⚡ 03

[ His appetites are varied but insatiable, and at the moment all he wants to do is eat. It hardly makes any sense when he's used so little of his strength, but Thor is unconcerned. He orders plate after plate, claiming an entire table for himself and much of the room behind him for his new wings. He makes conversation with anyone in earshot, and he's extremely loud. He also hasn't bothered to find himself a shirt. He'll just get feathers all over it anyway. ]

Another round of drinks for everyone! Maybe not that one - you, infant, can you drink mead? Beer? Alright, a round of milk for the infant. [ That's probably a teenager, he doesn't know. Everyone is so tiny.

No mead is dispensed for the bemused patrons. Someone comes over to him, and Thor's expression goes from relaxed cheer to confusion. ] Worry not, I'll not shirk my debts. Surely we can come to an agreement, my friend. It can't be that difficult to lace a moon until I've gained more coin.

[ Please rescue this poor beleaguered restaurant from Thor. ]

⚡ 04

[ His bright, indulgent mood only begins to dampen much later, when he encounters a group of snarling dogs circling what looks to be their latest victim. He doesn't stop to ask any questions, unless he finds another there ready to help.

Lighting arcs into his hands, and he makes short work of the hounds. The only things remaining when he's through are ash, singed bodies, and the smells of ozone and burnt flesh. The area around the victim is untouched. Thor moves over to them immediately and kneels down - they've lost a lot of blood, but it's hard to gauge the extent of their injuries. ]

You're alright, it's barely a scratch. Let's get you some help.

[ If you weren't there to help with the fight, perhaps you're in the area and able to help the victim, or perhaps you're the one who's been laid out by these creatures. ]

⚡ 05

WILDCARD ME

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i. day 1-2 (tournament)

[He’s only been here a little more than a month, and already it seems like they’re having festivals on a fairly regular basis. 76 can’t say he likes it, but at least it’s a good glimpse into how society here normally functions, plant invasions notwithstanding. Observing is fine. Partaking is not something he’s ready to do.

Suffice to say, he doesn’t wear the bracelet—why should he trust anything the Prismals give him? Besides, it all sounds like superstition to him. As soon as it’s handed over, he’s pocketing it, presumably to think no further about it.

Then, he goes to the tournament. He’s a more than capable fighter, but 76 doesn’t like the performative aspect of it, so he’s content to sit on the sidelines and watch. And heckle. Like he thinks he can do better, or something.]

He calls that a swing?

[76 is talking to himself, clearly, but it’s certainly loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.]

ii. day 3 (queen’s arrival)

[76 will brave the festivities if it means getting some answers about the government of this place—it seems like the queen is a figurehead, but she’s likely to make an appearance flanked by important officials. He’d do well to note who they are and what they look like, filing the information away so he can make moves later.

He understands, on some level, that it’s probably unwise to show up to a place like this in all his tactical gear, so he forgoes it for now. It’s about as incognito as he gets, and he’s banking on the fact that most people won’t make the connection between a physically able vigilante in military gear and an ordinary older man. The scars might be something of a giveaway, but they’re not really something he’s interested in doing anything about.

So he makes his way through the celebrations like an ordinary citizen, though he takes it all in with a certain degree of skepticism.]

No. I’m not gonna tell you again.

[The Prismal that’s trying to offer him flowers in crown and brooch form looks positively downtrodden at being refused, but it doesn’t look like 76 is going to back down for anyone else’s feelings.]

i. day 4

[He knows, now, that he should have listened to the Prismals, but it’s a little too late for that. His first transformation had left some of his faculties—enough for him to pull his punches if he really didn’t want to hurt someone. This is something else entirely, but he barely even has time to think about where the bracelet is or that it needs to go on before it’s too late.

The potency of the moons leaves 76 truly monstrous, pushing him further over the edge and leaving him all claws and fangs and scales and coiled muscle. The physical toll of the transformation and the influence of Sanguis renders him relatively feral, enough that he’s definitely going to try and fight you if you think it’s a good idea to get close.

The good news is that his current state means he’s very good at beating up the escapees. It’s not hard to miss the Cerberus throwing down with some kind of snake-like humanoid, if only for the fact that neither seem particularly concerned with any collateral damage. Jump into help? Dodge building rubble? The choice is yours.]

i. day 4 (aftermath)

[Eventually, the moons set, and 76 is left with the knowledge that, yet again, he lost control of himself for the duration. This time it was worse, . Something about this has to give, but for once, he’s not sure where to start—he just can’t accept that this place is going to do this to his body again and again. He’s loath to resign himself to it, but at this point he’s not sure what else there is to do.

He should be making the rounds to apologize, but instead he stows his gear once again and heads out to hit the bottle. It won’t hide him from the people who already know him, but at the very least he feels incognito—just another face at a bar.

With little regard for his chroma reserves, he gets to drinking, reacting with vague hostility if and when anyone locks eyes with him. Still, the anger seems to be halfhearted, more exasperated than anything.]

I ain’t in the mood.

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A. this note's for you

[Patchouli finds the Meas seed thing cute enough. But, see, caring for a tree together? That seems like something that'll take a while. But hey, she's not about to voice this aloud, not to anyone who doesn't express anything like that to her. Anyone who has misgivings will be subjected to hers, too. However, she has been given a seed and some gardening tools, and she does have a wish in mind -- learning certain extremely obscure knowledge would be interesting.

But of course, there's one thing missing here.]

Hey. [She's still not terribly great about social things.]

Listen, this is meant to be a collaborative effort, which you probably know already. Would you like to help me with this tree-planting?

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C (kinda?). moonlight shadow

[Well, that was quite a speech, and quite a performance. She was not exactly sure that that was what she expected, but at least she understands the overall attitudes toward the Moonblessed, she guessed. The excitement, at least -- that was pretty clear now.

But it did leave her with one big question that she wanted an answer on. But she probably wasn't going to get it in a concrete form, so maybe she could at least get an opinion. She turns to the nearest other person she sees.]

So, [she whispers,] what do you think -- is this just happenstance, or were we brought here on purpose?

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A. one slip

[The folks at the shrine were kind enough, but not very forthcoming. "For [her] own protection" from what, again? What a pain in the ass. She was curious, but self-preservation kicked in and she stuck her bracelet back on. Someone out there would be enough of a gambler that she'd be able to learn what she was supposed to be protected from by this thing.

But it sure did seem flimsy. That was a fear that stuck with her. She probably took it off for a bit for that reason, only slapping it back on after she felt things happening to her. Or perhaps she'd left it on the whole time. Look, what I'm trying to say is that she transformed, but she's not in a super unstable way or anything. Also, she certainly doesn't feel the kinds of desires she did last time, not as strongly. The foxy features are still there, though.

Also, she realizes that she can turn her neck pretty far. Did she pick up owlish traits this time, too? It's the first thing that comes to mind. Maybe because of the cultural images of owls on Earth.]

I hope this is a one-off, otherwise it puts a bit of a damper on my notes. [She says to no-one in particular, but she supposed if someone else heard it, she would strike up a conversation with them.

Mostly, she's off checking around the area again, tracking down people who look like they're having some issues with whatever happened after the Encircling, and who doesn't seem too violent, and asks them a few questions. Starting with...] Hey, you've undergone that same strange transformation a lot of folks around here have, right? What can you tell me about your experience? Assuming you're willing to tell me anything at all.

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i. horticulture enthusiasm

[ silver bracelet dangling from his wrist, titus (a petite blond with a pointy hat and kind of a "high femme teen wizard" aesthetic) is standing at the outskirts of one of the gardening hotspots--close enough to kinda see what's going on, but far enough away to keep any of the organizers from approaching him directly. he keeps fiddling with his sleeves, and looks pretty fidgety and uncomfortable in general... but like, he's not going home, either...

maybe someone who witnesses all that going on directly asks him what the hell his deal is, or maybe he spots someone he knows (or who looks reasonably approachable)! in the latter case, he'll ask: ]

Pardon me.
That is...
...is performing this type of labor... fun?

ii. beastie battle

[ it's not like he loves fighting or anything, but the thing is... it's been a while since he got to really cut loose in a duel, and he's kind of a genius? besides, it's all in the spirit of friendly competition and passionate civic duty; no one's going to die miserably, and the crowd's energy is intoxicating.

so yeah, he signed up, and he made it to the finals, and now... he's totally gonna show off. the winged machine standing in for the black dragon looks pretty intimidating, but titus--wearing no armor, and armed only with what looks like a silver fencing saber--appears calm; actually, he looks kinda smug. just before the match begins, he catches the eye of someone nearby! ]

Hey... you'll cheer for me, right? If you do, I shall dedicate my victory to you!

iii. macy's harvest boon day parade

[ it's a parade!! and as a tournament finalist, titus is part of it!! everything is so vibrant and beautiful, and there's music, and all kinds of people he doesn't know at all are coming to talk to him and pose with him and get souvenirs, and he's got like eight lunar blossoms woven into his hair, and he still has no idea what an encircling is but he's pretty sure it's in the top three things of all time. ]

Come on, come on! Let us take a "selfie"!

iv. son of beastie battle

[ so this particular battle isn't quite as much fun as the exhibition matches were. in fact, it's actually not fun at all!! but sometimes you go and fight for justice, and sometimes the fights for justice come to you.

maybe the person he just leapt in front of had it all perfectly under control and maybe they didn't, but either way--instead of sinking into flesh and bone, the cerberus's fangs crash into a spherical white barrier that appears around titus and glance off. ]

Get to safety. I will drive it back!

v. wizard needs chroma badly

[ okay, so...
that went well, all things considered. but using so much magic has depleted his chroma reserves just about all the way, and it's not like he can just go home and pass out to regenerate it. there's no getting around it: this boy needs some sugar.

at the moment he's making his way slowly through the city, leaning heavily against a walls for support; whenever he catches sight of anyone he knows (or, uhh, anyone he doesn't know), whether their moonblessings are safely suppressed by a bracelet or not, he raises his free arm in a beseeching gesture that he hopes is universally recognizable as "please come hug me (or whatever)." ]

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While it normally takes years for a tree to reach maturity, plant life in Prismatica grows quickly thanks to chroma, especially that from the continued moonlacing of the Moonblessed. A tree that takes 10 years to grow on Earth will only take 10 weeks on Prismatica.

For this particular case, the Meas trees will reach maturity within 1-2 weeks.

Hello!

Those who are spiritually aware will only be able to sense a faint magical aura from them. They can't pinpoint what kind of magic it is, but they would get the vague feeling that there's something not quite right with how the marionettes are being animated.

During the opening exhibition matches, any armor is fine. However, finalists will be given ceremonial knight armor, which they will also be wearing at the parade. Be careful not to soil them too much. They are rentals!

Hello! The bracelet's protective prismatic stone will shatter from chroma overload and become a regular silver chain bracelet after the event is over.

Killing the Prismals from the Lightless is only permissible if it's done out of self-defense. Killing them without being provoked is grounds for punishment, and the perpetrator may wind up being taken to the Lightless themselves if they are caught by the Moon Knights.

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▶ PLANTING )
( It was likely Genji who had visited the shrines first, with Zenyatta in tow and wonderful conversation at hand— and he had returned with the dainty silver bracelet for Angela and explained its protection as best he could, and she had smiled with a sweet little "thank you, Genji" and vowed not to take it off. It seemed like a silly little suspicion, but it was beautiful and it was something of a gift, and he'd been kind enough to think of her. So it sparkles in the sun when she's kneeling on a pad in the soil beside a friendly (or no), familiar (or no) face, hands already stained by the rich, dark earth and lined underneath her nails. Gloves? Pah! How do you give a plant your love if not with touch?

Touch is a universal language. Everyone knows what a comfort it is to be held, and squeezes a hand that slips into theirs when they need it, stranger or no. So maybe that's why she's close enough for her shoulder to brush her new partners as she offers up a sunny smile, already a bit pink at bared shoulders from being out in the sun. Someone should likely tell her she's getting a burn, sooner rather than later. )

What do you think they'll look like when they've grown? There's so much plant life around here, I can't quite choose which they could be.

( Or perhaps, after a bit of planting, her stomach gives a terribly un-ladylike grumble and they decide it's time for lunch— it just so happens there's a wonderful little cafe nearby serving up the most delectable-smelling baked goods and crepes. )

▶ DANCING )
( The shrines had sounded beautiful and she decides to go have a look for herself, which of course meant she was surrounded in audition posters for a dance— "Moonblessed welcome!", share their culture, once in a lifetime, so on and so forth (isn't this an annual festival? well, suppose they're just excited for the Moonblessed to join in). Perhaps she's bringing someone along with her who needed a bracelet of their own, or perhaps she just happens to stop by someone else looking at a poster, and offers them a playful little smile. )

Can't hurt to audition, I suppose. It looks to be quite a beautiful festival already, hmm? Though a partner to practice with would be nice.

( Or later, find Angela in one of the borrowed petal dresses, practicing the dances shown to her in a fluttering display of something resembling grace, staying aloft on the balls of her feet with ease but certainly no ballerina. She has a lean core but well-muscled legs, and anything like getting up onto her toes would be an absolute disaster. Still, she moves well, and doesn't seem to realize she's being watched for some time. She's found a nice flowering tree along the edges of the Groves to practice beneath, beside a little brook, occasionally stopping to project a video from her device and look over the steps once more.

There are a few places that require things like "running away from a dragon", "getting swept up by the partner", or leaping into the arms of someone else for a finale. It's recreating a story, but their background part is only loosely influenced by it, it seems. It has a more romantic leaning than slaying a beast. They're all things she can't quite work on without someone else around! )

▶ FESTIVAL )
( Angela's already in the presented costume as one of the chosen performers, flowers trailing from loose gold waves and rear end and dress skirts covered in those little flower pins, somewhat adding to the costume in a way. Someone's gone as far as to streak pink and purple pastels in her hair to match the wisteria falls decorating her, but there's still time before the performance to enjoy the festivities and find her friends for photos, a delicate pearlescent drawstring bag dangling off her wrist with some of those little flowers purchased. Anyone want to trade? )

💗💓💞💕💟💘💜💙💖

▶ HEALING )
( Angela's offered her help to the network at large, for any who may need it— she will run when called or leap in to intervene if she comes across someone off the deep end, whether in violence or lust or however it may come. She will at the very least try to reach out and contact someone they may know to ensure they're looked after until the moons separate and fade once more, and sit with them in the meantime— a calming presence and an easy touch could be the difference between a mauling and regret, or a chance to work down to something resembling calm in someone's trusted hands. They needn't be her own. She can coach people through breathing or offer easy companionship and contact if it takes the edge off, so give a holler, a yowl, a moan, you know. Whatever works. She's here to assist. (Feel free to contact me to work out specific goals / contacting a third party below!) )

▶ HURTING (AND HORNY??? YIKES) )
( Eventually, in some scuffle or another, Angela loses her bracelet. To those who have seen her before, the spots and the ears and the tail are all familiar, but her antlers have grown larger, and if the last time wasn't bad enough, now there's electricity crackling here and there when she rests against something metal, leaving her startling away. God forbid she touches anyone that has metal on them or as a part of them— the last thing she wants to do is hurt them, hurt anyone, but the protective desire to make it up to them combined with the heat leaving her arousal smearing down her thighs ensures she'll do anything to make it up to them.

She's a trembling mess, flushed and panting and eyes blown dark as she tries to find somewhere quiet to tuck herself until this is all over, trying not to sink her hands down between her legs because that would decidedly not keep them still. Stumble into the same side street at your own risk, or give a girl a hand. She's especially loving. )

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001. harvest moon simulator; a.

( Tending to and planting these trees is incredibly homey to Sanji; back on his ship, there's these great tangerine trees that his beloved Nami sometimes tasks him with caring for. The smile on his face as he sets out with all of this is warm and sunny.

He'd been working quietly by himself until he's joined, and with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he addresses the other party, tone conversational. )

So, d'you put any stock into that wish stuff at all?

002. just like animals-mals.

( Despite the bracelet on his wrist, Sanji's still sporting a massive pair of wings post-Encircling; the turning of the city seems to have done a real number on people other than himself.

He wasn't banking on having to clean up tonight, but clean up he does. Making quick work of one of the criminals he'd chased down, Sanji then takes note of someone tucked away in between two buildings. Though it could be for whatever reason, Sanji regards them with a small wave. )

You all right ... ? Not a good place to be hiding out right now.

003. wildcard.

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( day 1 )
[Another festival, huh... Gilgamesh doesn't exactly mind it—he appreciates the general excitement, even, and this festival appears to be a little bit more relatable than the last one—but with no real responsibilities for the time being, he definitely finds himself craving something more. But what? That is the question...

As a result, his visit to the shrines is a distracted one as he preoccupies himself with thoughts of a potential project instead. It is a prime opportunity for accidents or other incidents, such as bumping into, the disposal of unwanted bonsai plants, or when a Prismal shoves a bracelet into his hand without him ever even acknowledging them. You know, the usual stuff.

Gilgamesh has always done what he wants, and he has a natural inclination to argue against anything that's ever said to him, so he doesn't take well to being told to wear it "for his own protection." One may find him staring at the bracelet in annoyance or on the verge of starting a fight with the Prismal. Save him from himself (or don't).]

( day 4 )
[Or, one might find him buying some of the lunar blossoms that everyone's been talking about. In reality, he's only buying for the sake of good will, but... well, it's not like that's obvious or anything. Depending on who he runs into, he may shove them on someone else just like the bracelet was shoved onto him days before.]

( wildcard )
[Or! Maybe your character runs into him at some other point in time, or even during one of the other days. Feel free to drop me a random prompt, or leave me a blank comment and I'll come up with something entirely new! PM me or hit me up on Discord if you want to talk about things, but odds are, I will be okay with Literally Anything so random stuff is okay, too!★]

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A. HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR (DAY 2)

[ dextera knows he’s gardened before. he doesn’t precisely remember where, but he has memories of blueberry plants and bright blue tulips, a familiar color for a reason that’s just a little hazy to him. more recently than even those, however, he recalls the sight of a great, open flower, glowing like the lights around the city at night, and now—he’s faced with these.

he wants to help, of course he does.

there are two ways to find him, at this point, both of them involve him getting his hands carelessly and needlessly dirty, but one of them is just slightly more palatable than the other. he’s either

i. sitting and digging holes with his hands, because the feeling of lush, fresh dirt is satisfying and he’s scared of potentially hurting any bugs in the dirt with the trowel that was given to him. he also has a pile of worms sitting next to him, squirming, that he puts back in place every time one tries to get away. what’s he going to do with those…?

ii. cradling a sapling in his hand, shedding inexplicable tears. his face is streaked with mud, as the watery, saline byproducts of some buried hopefulness mix with the much less poetic mess he’s made of his hands by getting his fingers deep into the dirt.

and either way, he hardly seems aware of the people around him who might be giving him funny looks. ]

B. YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND (DAY 3)

Does it hurt?

[ that’s the quiet question that dextera is asking the puppets, when he thinks no one else is around. they don’t respond to his touch any more than would be expected of the uncanny marionettes, so he keeps his hand pressed to the cool, smooth carapace that makes up one’s chest. ]

“Before he realized it, the mask had become his true face. A Baroque obtained by denying the future and stopping time.” Is that… what you see?

C. JUST LIKE ANIMALS

[ dextera is a good boy who has kept his bracelet on since he was told to, but the chaos that ensues when the moons shine threefold on them is unsettling. it reminds him too, too much of the transformations that took place in his none-too-distant past, and he holds the bracelet tighter on his wrist as he moves through the streets for it.

…that is, until he runs into someone who looks like they need help, and he hesitates, watching them from afar. “watching,” however, might also just be considered “staring,” until he finally decides to take action. ]

Are you…

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A. Harvest Moon Simulator:

(1a)

[ The hustle and excitement that had taken over the city was a little overwhelming. Cassandra was used to lonely forest roads and small, rundown towns that made it easy to find your traveling companions should you be separated. Being on another world aside, the city was huge. If her friends where here, well. Finding them would be a lot harder than usual.

She tried to walk quickly through one of the crowded shrines, but kept getting stopped and offered a bracelet ‘for her protection.’ ]

Thanks but no thanks, I can protect myself just fine.

[ But after the third encounter with a Prismal handing out bracelets, well, she finally just takes one with a huff. ] Okay, okay, I’ll take one. Now just let me through. [ Maybe now they would leave her to search in peace. ]

(1b)

[ While she may have taken one of the bracelets, she doesn’t plan on actually wearing it. Instead she’s got it clenched in one hand as she lets out a sharp whistle. At the sound, an Owl starts circling up above, and she raises her arm to allow him to perch. ]

Anything?

[ As if understanding the question, the Owl shakes his head. Cassandra sighs. ]

Me either. I got this thing, though. It’s apparently for protection. I’m not sure how a bracelet is supposed to help protect someone, but I figured I could take out most of the links and see how it fits around your leg. What do you think of that?

[ The Owl just hoots, and Cassandra sits down somewhere a little less populated to start removing the little silver links. ]

(2)

[ Cassandra knows absolutely nothing about plants, taking care of plants, or planting trees, but even so she found herself in possession of one of the Meas seeds. She had scoffed a little at the wishes tidbit. There were things she wanted of course; To go home, to fix her hand, to finally be the one who gets the glory...but none of those things could be granted by wishing on a seed.

She tries to casually glance around at some of the other people, to see if they were doing anything special while planting the seeds. Not that she would be able to tell one way or another. It all just looked like gardening to her.

With a sigh, she kneels to start digging. ]

Do I just...drop it in and cover it?

[ It’s not aimed at anyone in particular, but she’s definitely looking around again in the hopes of receiving some inspiration. ]

(3)

[ Aside from getting back home, there wasn’t anything she wanted more in Lunatia than to participate in the tournament. The only problem is...well. She knows she’s not going to get very far with her hand the way it is, and she doesn’t want to enter only to be immediately beaten.

So all she can do is train. She slips off to somewhere she hopes is secluded enough where she won’t be interrupted, and starts to throw everything she’s got into trying to push through the pain in her arm and get back into shape.

She manages to get through a few swings before her arm seizes up and she drops her sword with a soft hiss of pain.

She’s not about to give up, though. Once the pain subsides she picks up the sword only to drop it again after a few swings, and again, and again, and again until she breaks out in a cold sweat and very nearly hurls her sword in bitter frustration. ]

Come on Cassandra, you can do this.

[ You’ve been training your whole life. You can’t let this mistake set you back.

She grits her teeth and picks up her sword. ]

B. Just Like Animals:

[ Of course she never put on the bracelet. She doesn’t even have it anymore, considering she took it apart link by link to create something else. She doesn’t realize that the bracelets were supposed to help with calming the effects of the moons. She has no idea about any of it, really.

So she’s taken by surprise as she grows more and more anxious over the course of the day, culminating in her gasping for breath as she feels herself changing. Sharp canines and sharp nails, Koi scales contrasting the sharpness with elegant designs across her skin. She doesn’t know what to do with these changes or what to think, so she’ll turn to anyone who approaches with a snarl, anger leaping up so much easier than usual. ]

Explain what’s going on. Now.

C. Wildcard:

[ Feel free to create a prompt of your own! Or if you wanted to plot beforehand I can be reached on Discord at Moss#9499 or Plurk

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As a note: I'm cool with either prose or brackets! Hit me up with whatever you're most comfortable with and I'll match. ]

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001. harvest moon simulator. a.

( Ichiro has always been a hard worker; it's only after he's worked up a sweat and planted a bit of greenery that he all but collapses against a nearby wall.

After a moment, he calls out to the other person, with whom he'd been working in silence. )

Hey, you wanna take a break? I'm starving and I think that's
a convenience store over there, I can get us something ...

002. you spin me right round, baby, right round.

( The parade is so colorful and bright and loud, all he can do is watch with awe at the whole thing. He's not certain what the Encircling is really about, however, but he's fine to wait and watch.

A flower crown is placed on his head while he watched the procession, woven with strange blossoms. He feels a little silly with it on ... Taking it off after a moment, he goes to pass it to the person next to him. )

This'll look better on you, probably.

003. like animals-mals.

( With the lighting up of the sky, Ichiro felt the nerves flare up immediately. Within a couple minutes he was feeling Sanguis, heart pounding as he stumbled away from home. It's quite a display.

As he burns away the distance between himself and the Square, the wolf features spring up more and more. Yet he has to pretty much let himself buckle down against the sidewalk; it's too much.

When one of the cerberus Prismals stalks out from the alleyway, he can hardly scramble to his feet enough to turn tail and run like he needs to ... )

004. wildcard.

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Can someone use the bodies of the dead that the cerberus monsters killed to do a small blood ritual? Meant to capture said monsters, of course! It's mostly him summoning some malevolent spirits into his body to power himself up to hunt them down.

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A. ▶HARVEST MOON - TOURNAMENT DISPLAY

[As if Red would ever pass up the opportunity to show off and flex his skills. ...Even if he probably looked a little bit hokey in that old-fashioned, movement-restricting, full-plate knight armor. But hokey or not, at least he still cut a dashing canine figure.

Though it had been a while since he'd fought with a regular old sword. You know, one that didn't have an integrated firearm of some kind. And while a few rounds of swinging and footwork went a long way in bringing back the muscle memory from the old days, a little bit of warm-up before the exbition matches wouldn't have gone amiss.]

Hey, let's get in a quick warm up. You and me.

[Hopefully he wasn't the only one restless enough to get a few rounds of sparring in before the big event.]

B. ▶RIGHT ROUND, BABY - LUNAR BLOSSOMS

[Color-changing flowers. Color-changing flowers that betrayed the feelings of whomever took hold of them. It was... strange. Like something out of one of those tacky romantic-fantasy books at every bookstore and corner shop in Lunatia.

It was... actually strange enough to be interesting, and more than enough to pique Red's curiosity, and he was quick to buy a couple bouquets worth of the blossoms. Why not give them a try and see what results he got?

Some of the people he accosted were friends, acquaintances, and other familiar faces; others were just random passerby who seemed to catch his eyes. Either way, he'd casually stride over and extend a flower their way with a grin. And sometimes even a wink.]

Just for you. Go ahead, take it.

C. ▶LIKE ANIMALS - A - FORGOT THE BRACELET

[So after everything he'd endured in his first month or so- after being bombarded with reminders to moonlace and having countless assistance to that effect dropped into his lap if not outright forced on him- they were pulling a 180 and suddenly giving out bracelets that would help hold off the effects of the moonblessings?

Yeah, he wasn't buying that.

At the time, he'd just stowed it away in some pocket to toss into a drawer when he got back home. But- if only because the physical changes were a little more subtle on someone who already looked like he did- by the time he'd realized he might actually have wanted to wear the doggone thing, the trickster had already started to trickle its way back into his mind; and before long, he had a bounding stride in his step and a quiet laugh in the back of his throat to match the fluff on his tail and the black tips of his limbs and ears. ...And he'd dropped his shirt off a few blocks behind him.

He'd be checking on those precious few friends he'd made so far, of course, but no less so pestering whoever and whatever looked like they might help him keep the evening... interesting. Even the moonblessed. Especially the moonblessed. And usually from some dramatic entry point like the top of a lamppost or a sudden, lightning-fast arrival beside them putting his Cordis speed to work. Assuming the pleasant scent of Cordis wasn't drawing them in on its own.]

Beautiful moonrise, isn't it~?

D. ▶EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING

[Got an idea? Hit me up on plurk at

Metafive and let's talk.]

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If someone managed to do an in-depth investigation of the area around the creepy fuckin' puppets would they find any physical evidence? Also if they like, immobilized the puppets and looked them over or something.

Hopping in here to say an OOC plotting post definitely feels like it could be useful to me! Especially for people who don't have all of their CR added on plurk/in a Discord group.

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A. HARVEST MOON; TOURNAMENT

_{[ Something like this was right up his alley. The chance to not only draw attention to himself, but show off while doing so. So far, he's doing decent, perhaps not as well as he would have assumed. The weaponry he was given to use was more close range style— not something like a gun he as accustomed to using. Any nervousness he had in regards to the upcoming elimination fight was masked by a spike in his obnoxiousness.

Chatting to the person next to him, he speaks up quite cheerfully: ]}

Are you ready for me to kick your ass!?

B. YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND; FLOWERS (EXISTING CR)

_{[ He didn't quite know what the flowers did, but they seemed to be quite the hype. Without thinking much about it, he purchased some with a certain someone in mind. Well, not in too much of mind. Maybe it'll score him some points. After all, building relationships was key to becoming wealthier here. Now that's he's getting in the better swing of things, sex meant money, and America loved money.

He approaches the person he bought the flowers for and thrusts them into their chest. ]}

Hahaha! You can thank me later, you know, probably with a little Chroma session, if you know what I mean.
_{[ Is that something in his eye or is he winking? ]}

C. JUST LIKE ANIMALS; CERBERUS

_{[ If he were brutally honest, he wasn't paying attention to the words spoken to him when he was given the bracelet, but his response was walking away and cheering: oh what a cool friendship bracelet! He couldn't tell you why he kept it. He also refused to believe it was that small object that was preventing him from suffering from the moon's phase this time; it was merely all of his own doing.. somehow.
In any case, he's already loaded his gun as soon as he hears that people need help on Level 3. Although young, there was very little that scared or intimidated him, so quickly, he rushed into action.
While several ruffians have already transformed into their most dangerous forms, America has taken the liberty (get it) to fire off his gun, wounding any beasts without any care if he was supposed to be this violent or not.

A particular one is injured as it has a person cornered, and while it is distracted, America swoops in, taking whoever it is by the hand. ]}

Hey! Are you okay?

D. AFTERMATH, DAY AFTER; PRISMAPLACE — BAR SCENE_{[ It really wasn't like America to go to a bar of all places, so it was strange to see him here. He had alcohol before, typically abroad, but realistically speaking, he was too young to drink in his country. He sits in the strange bar that seems both dimly lit and neon blue at the same time, typical cheery demeanor gone for the time being. He's also oddly quiet, drumming his fingers on the bar table. When he's finally asked by the bar tender for a drink, he goes for something childish, but the firm look on his face.. one would assume he was gonna get something strong. ]}
Root beer. Hey, you have frosted mugs for that too? Yeah, thanks.

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A. Flora
[ It's important to give back to the environment if you plan on taking from it. Though Riou is still new and doesn't quite understand how this works, the fact that participation in the world's needs requires interacting with other people at least means he hasn't gone to go live in a tent in the forest. That's too far from people to be useful, and Riou likes feeling useful.

He doesn't like the useless feeling that accompanies being taken to another planet at all and he doesn't trust the local government enough to know whether or not fighting for them is a good cause, so focusing on planting some trees is just about the most productive he's felt in some time. He mostly keeps to himself, but if your character is standing around he may talk to them. This heavily-muscled guy dressed in camo is carrying two bags of fertilizer over each of his shoulders and he needs to pass, but there are either people on either side or it's an alley or through a doorway or wherever your character is that he can't just go around. ]

Excuse me.

B. Fauna
[ Riou is fortunately very good at following instructions after some minor dismay and complaint about it potentially being a tracking device-- but he got that checked out so he wore his bracelet. His effects seem to be limited to a pair of red wolf ears atop his head and a matching tail. Wearing the bracelet was a good idea, and he won't have to worry about the full effects until the next Sanguis cycle.

Which is really good because he's already having kind of an internal crisis at being part wolf right now. He's heard of dogs of the military, but this is really taking it too far. To distract himself, he's decided to find dinner.

Now, those who aren't familiar with Riou might find it odd that he's staking out an alleyway for some rats. Perhaps they think it's a wolf thing. It's not. He's got a little box trap set up with some crackers and is just crouching in the corner. Next to him, he already has a basket of gathered plants that he has yet to ask the locals if they're edible or not. He didn't get them from the store. He also still hasn't figured out how to get an Orclev flower off of his bum from where some kid put it without tearing the fabric (he really likes his fatigues, he doesn't want to damage them) so the crouched position he's staking out the alley in definitely shows off the flower attached to his pants. ]

C. Wildcard
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overlo[a]d: harvest moon, day 1

[ gate has had enough of this place.

maybe it's the clothes the medical staff forced her into. maybe it's all the colors, and the throngs of people pushing past her, skin touching skin and scales and spikes without care. or maybe it's just the half-gallon of elephant-grade tranquilizer pumping through her veins. regardless, there comes a point in any half-dragon's life when they have to draw a line in the sand, when they have to let the world know they mean business, and gate has finally crossed that line.

the thing is, gate doesn't do things in half measures. she's taken up residence on a lovely urban garden along the walkway, her claws firmly entrenched in the soil. passersby huddle down and try to avoid looking at her; a few disapprovingly stand and glare from a safe distance. and for her part, the newly nude gate - mostly nude, at least, it's not like the torn fabrics do anything to cover her - keeps to herself, perfectly happy to just uselessly sway as she tries to stay upright under the influence of enough tranqs to kill a man.

at least, perfectly happy right up until a prismal tries to pass by. without warning, the noise from hell makes its way out of her, her awful wings flare out to their full breadth, and a belch of smoke billows forth from her mouth. the prismal falls back, crying out and trying to back away.

this is rapidly shaping up to be a disaster. maybe someone should stop her before the rangers are called in? ]

[b]ully's playground: harvest moon, day 2

[ the good news: gate's finally gotten back on her feet, and is back to her usual habits. the bad news: none of that is good for anyone but gate.

it's especially not good for the person she's cornered in one of the few lesser-lit nooks and crannies of lunatia. maybe you're the unlucky one who's caught her attention; maybe you're just a bystander with an unobscured view. regardless, she's pinning someone to the wall with that nightmarish arm of hers, and growling out with a surprisingly calm voice: ]

Tribute. Where is my tribute?

[ from the looks of things, this is a question with a right answer. here's a hint: it's the one where you give her something! try to take notes, because there's a quiz incoming, and she will incinerate anyone who fails. have fun! ]

empty [c]hairs: spin me right round, day 4

[ marionette shows are always a mixed bag - beautiful with the right effort, but overwhelmingly garish displays meant for the simple entertainment of small children. and this one definitely tilts towards the latter, with its oddly dusty stage and puppets. thankfully for them, gate appears to be right in their target demographic!

the half-dragon sits with a complete lack of grace, staring wide-eyed at the dusty puppets' show. occasionally, one of the puppets does something off - laughing mockingly, pointing and jeering, screaming in their comical little voices. and inevitably, when gate gets fed up of this, she handles the matter simply - reaching forward, snatching the puppet, and crushing it into splinters in her monstrous arm.

and then the whole process repeats. the play goes back to normal, the puppet repairs itself, and inevitably one of the others starts to act possessed. throughout this all, gate appears completely unconcerned. in fact, it's only when three spin in their wires at once - too many to grab - that she actually speaks up in that raspy growl of hers: ]

Stupid, stupid trees. Is it flame you wish for? Will you join your brothers?

[ oh. that's. that's not dust all over, is it. ]

wil[d]card

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I prefer writing custom prompts for everybody! I've been tagging out this event, so if you have a top-level I can tag or if you want me to write a starter, let me know and I can provide. Just PM or hit me up on Discord at Yana#3967!

Yan Qing might seem shady because of his smarmy looks, but he's a friendly guy who likes to have fun and party. He also likes kicking tyrant ass. He'll probably be at the exhibition matches, dance auditions, or around the city running away from the space mafia for Reasons.

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marian hawke / dragon age (open)

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76 | overwatch | ota get at me

Patchouli Knowledge | Touhou Project

Titus Alexius / Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic / OTA

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angela "mercy" ziegler | overwatch | ota/come for my life

sanji // one piece // ota.

gilgamesh ➢ fate/ ➢ ota!

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ichiro yamada // hypnosis mic

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Red Savarin | Solatorobo: Red the Hunter | OTA

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America | Axis Powers Hetalia | OTA

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Gate | Original Character

yan qing | fate/grand order

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