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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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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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Harvest Moon (Dancer)

Well, okay, she'd never thought of herself as a professional dancer, but here she was! Kairi didn't have any problems with the dress whatsoever, but learning the dance steps so quickly? That was proving to be difficult.

Still, the instructors were encouraging and complimentary, and it was kind of fun. Not to mention great exercise. Kairi put her all into the movements, doing her best to glide from step to step as she was instructed. Her results were... mixed, but she had a while left to practice, and she was getting better. She grinned at the person next to her encouragingly.

"Think we can get this down before the performance?"

Alternatively, she can be found sitting on a bench during a rest period, drinking water and trying to rest up from the effort. She grins at whoever comes up to her and pats the bench next to her. "Hey. Have a seat? I've got a little time."

Animals-mals

She'd been distracted. She hadn't gone to pick up one of those bracelets. Hey, she was busy practicing for the dance, what could she say?

But regardless of her excuses, the results are the same. Kairi cries out in shock as the moons shine down... and doubles over. The only physical alterations are that cute bunny tail and ears sprouting up again.

Mentally speaking, though, it's another matter entirely. Anyone who gets to close to her will become the sole focus of a pair of blue eyes practically boring into their soul. She's not completely out of control yet, but she's not far off. If the person he sees is someone she knows and cares for, that's it. She hurls herself bodily at them and attempts to drag them off.

If it's anyone else, they get one warning. "Go..." It's all she can muster in her current state.

Dog Eat Dog:

Well, she's embarrassed. And also rather tense. Fortunately, the city's provided a perfect target for her to take those frustrations out on.

Fortunately, Kairi's learned not to head out into dangerous situations alone. She heads straight for one of the Moon Knights' gathering spots to get herself a partner before they head out to confront the escaped prisoners.

"Three-headed dogs, huh? I've heard that one before." Heard, but not seen for herself. She'll have to ask Sora about that later.

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Day 1 - getting a bracelet
Day 2 - tree planting
Day 3 - pretty color-changing flowers!
Day 4 - being intensely glad she kept that bracelet, keeping an eye out for CR who might be having some Trouble, and otherwise making a beeline for home

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A Gift?

[Well the bracelet is certainly lovely. It has a certain charm to it that he appreciates. Of course, it doesn't quite go with his attire but he's willing to let that slide for the time being. It doesn't clash so there really isn't anything too troubling about it. Besides, he's mildly curious to know what trouble could be prevented by wearing it.

But alas he supposes he should go look into this festival or whatever it is. He can't simply linger about looking at a shiny bracelet even if he wants to.

Which is how he ended up "helping" with the seeds. "Helping" because honestly he spent more time flirting with everyone than working but apparently it's enough to qualify as he walks about with his new tree. A charming thing that glows a soft pink. It's cute really and something he feels will go nicely wherever it is he ends up living. Ah. He should figure that out now...

And so he goes to someone nearby to offer a smile to them.]

Would it be too much trouble for me to ask where the residences are for this place? I'm new and still learning my way.

Cut the Strings

[It's a rather unusual show, this puppet show. However, Daihannya watches it through right up until the puppets look his way and seem to actually be trying to get him to join. It's at this point that he raises a brow before resting a hand on his sword while he goes to look behind the curtain.]

Nothing. Strange.

[The puppets are giggling madly now but he still doesn't appear to be creeped out. Instead he just smiles calmly and then looks over when he hears footsteps.]

I'm afraid you may not enjoy this show. I have a feeling this one is a little darker than the nature of everything else here. Though, I wouldn't mind the company if you'd like to walk elsewhere with me.

[That smile remains as he holds out his hand in offering. Yes. He is flirting despite the creepy situation.]

Let the Animals Out

[Daihannya has worn his bracelet the entire time so he simply finds himself aware of the beauty of the moment. After all, why would he try to take it off? Well, want to at any rate. He already is sure that it can come off since not everyone is wearing theirs.

With that said, he notices a change in others. The way they react to the moons in such a strong fashion. He looks around him curiously as the changes happen and he hums in thought before simply starting to walk away. May as well go home at this point since...

He has to stop on his way towards where he's living now. Because during his walk away he's heard the word spreading fast of others being in danger. Of attacks and... Well, he can't ignore this part as easily as the rest now can he. He was created for battle and so it is in battle that he will find himself. It's the most logical sense at this point.

And that is how he ends up rushing forward towards the fight, sword drawn and immediately stepping in before a victim can be bitten.]

Ah, I'll just go finish it really quick.

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[A: day 1, level 3, the shrines]

[These kinds of small gifts to shrines are something Ren is very familiar with from back home, so when he comes to the shrine he brings along a small piece of jewellery to leave at one of the altars. He isn't entirely expecting to get another piece of it on the way out, but he seems quite happy to keep the bracelet on.

The answer he gets when he asks why, though, is enough to have him giving a drawn-out, somewhat pouty hum as he turns his head to anyone nearby.] That kind of kills the mood a bit, doesn't it...?

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[B: day 1-2, any level, planting stuff]

[Well, Ren doesn't usually garden himself, but he likes plants, so he's prepared enough to join in the mass planting of seeds around the city. He can be found steadily working away at little planting holes in just about any part of the city over the first two days, but he has the Meas seeds set aside for the moment out of his own curiosity.

As such, if he sees anyone who looks more like a moonblessed than a local, he'll wave them down enthusiastically.] Oh, excuse me, were you helping with the planting...? I think some of these seeds are supposed to be planted by two people.

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[C: day 3, lunar blossom stalls]

[As someone very fond of flowers, Ren is definitely a little interested in the lunar blossom stalls when they pop up. He's less interested in waiting, but hey, at least he can get more than one of them at a time, it seems.

Unfortunately, anyone he might be familiar with stands a chance of getting one of the white flowers presented in their face by Ren, wearing one of his typically innocent smiles.]

Do you want one~? [And have they heard the rumours about them yet...]

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[D: day 4, any level, offering help]

[Ren hadn't really thought about the bracelet since he put it on on the first day, so he's still wearing it when the three moons rise. And he immediately thanks the fact that he is, considering he can see people changing around him already and it looks like it's that much worse than it had been during the actual moon cycle.

It strikes him as rather stupid of them to not warn the moonblessed what was coming, though, so with a faint hiss of annoyance, he pushes his way through the crowds and starts looking for moonblessed who seem to be struggling with the effects - he'll be at it for a while, so it might not be straight off that you encounter him waving a hand and darting over to you from perhaps another part of the street, looking innocently concerned.]

Did you take the bracelet off too early...? Is there anything I can do to help?

[Alternately, he may still approach if you're unaffected, keeping the same sort of concerned manner.] Is there anyone you need help to find...?

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[E: day 4, level 3, fighting the escapees]

[For all the innocence in his manner helping out on the upper levels, Ren can't help but descend to the third once he hears about what's broken out down there. He's not a physical fighter, and in a fight of purely strength, there's honestly very little he can offer.

Against an enemy with a main advantage of strength and no other shields, though? He can do plenty.

It's possible to catch him taking advantage of his speed to lure two of the changed prismals into an alley as they snap and snarl behind him, and he's visibly unarmed. It's comfortable to assume he needs help. But anyone who approaches will likely hear the sounds from the alleyway change very quickly - canine whimpering mingled with human screams of pain begins to ring out. And none of that noise is Ren himself.

Stepping into the alley certainly presents a sight. The two cerberus are seemingly held in place, twitching in pain they can't act on, trying to rear back from the comparatively tiny figure at the end of the alleyway as their limbs begin to sink under them, as if they're simply in too much agony to hold themselves up anymore. Ren himself is standing with an imperious, callous manner he hasn't shown to anyone in this world yet, his eyes swirling with a white light as if he's looking to some place far beyond here. Anyone looking to intervene may feel something of a touch and a tug at their mind, the careful initial probing from something that feels like it could sweep one away in an instant if it so felt (or perhaps not, according to your preference) before Ren recognises them as not another threat, but when he speaks up, his tone is like a commanding crack of a whip as one of the cerberus starts to buckle in earnest, head slipping towards the ground.]

If you have a quicker way of dealing with the other one, I can keep them on their knees for you... [There's something of a coldness to his voice, a quiet anger that he's trying not to let rise, but there's something almost...appreciative in it too. Like he's enjoying being able to bend something under him like this.]

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▶ HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR: B

[ Mollymauk Tealeaf will certainly never ever turn down an opportunity to be extra. Hearing about the performance sign ups, he contemplated; busking this event? Maybe feeling it out for other performance types?

Then they showed him the costume examples...and he signed up immediately.

You can find Molly in multiple places, perhaps at home getting ready, maybe even during the fittings, likely done in groups to save time. Or rehearsals----every good performance has a rehearsal.

At home, only a few people know when and where, but he's always reachable on his device; something that's slowly becoming much less foreign as time goes on. Probably inbetween makeup or deciding what to wear with it, he's there.

Rehearsing is all business, and Molly looks somewhat in his element; by all means bother him, just don't interrupt everyone else who's trying their best to learn this interpretive dance with them. ]

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[ Being the busy bee that he is all of a sudden, Molly's definitely flourished in the festival environment; not unlike last time. He's in the circus element again, and it's all too familiar.

Between his committed performance in the parade, he's found time to busk and offer his own talents aside from just dancing in the parade.

You might find him in the procession earlier in the day, decked out in gown and borderline over the top makeup, or later on in the evening swapping delicate adornments for his usual loud fare. If you saw him yesterday, there's a few key differences; someone's makeup is far more detailed and suited for his face, and he's now sporting a chic but subtle set of heels. Molly's almost a different person, but still exuding that flawless confidence. Later on, he's back in his boots and signature coat, asking about fortunes, palm readings, sleight of hand tricks and general festivity.

The thrill of the performance is something he forgot he loved on a large scale; it's refreshing and for a moment, Molly looks very different than he usually does, and it's not because of the makeup. Entertaining small or large crowds, he's likely a spectacle. So, nothing different than usual.

A select few will have flowers generously donated from them: particularly the Mighty Nein and Fish. Do you know Molly? You probably will get one too, from either his morning or night look, that's up to you. ]

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[ Molly will be frequenting around this festival, in and out of nooks and crannies, familiarizing himself with every single in and out, what there is to see, the different shrines. There's so much to do and see, and the performance element appeals to him.

Approach him literally anywhere, dressed in anything, and it's a high possibility that that's not out of character for him. Individual starters will be listed below for specific events. If you'd like to contact me, hmu on plurk at

takozu or add me on discord at beckuh#0129. I add most anyone. ]

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Received Charm

The Knight doesn't hesitate in accepting the bracelet. They may not know what it's for, but one thing they've learned from their life is that random weird looking gifts can be the difference between life and death.

In fact, if they notice other people discarding their bracelets, they immediately skitter over to retrieve the abandoned jewelry and offer it back. Or, if the ungrateful bearer chooses not to allow it to be returned, they turn to gift it to someone else instead.

After all, someone should have the benefits of... whatever this jewelry does.

Gallant Knight

The diminutive creature that steps out onto the stage of the tournament may not seem like much, but the Knight has nothing but total confidence in their ability to make their way through whatever opponent this place throws at them.

Brandishing their weapon, the tiny knight readily challenges their opponent, ignoring the calls of the crowd. They fight fiercely, defensively at first until they believe they've come to understand their opponent's fighting style, then striking at all weaknesses they can find with merciless abandon.

In between rounds, they sit on the bench, resting. Anyone who comes close will find themselves the sole focus of a pair of black, empty eyes... But then, that's not too different from the Knight's normal reaction to people coming close to them.

Menacing Marionettes

The Knight is thoroughly unimpressed by the marionettes. They make no move to actually try and attack them, therefore there is no threat.

That said, they immediately move to intercede between the puppets and anyone who seems actually unnerved by their actions. Their attention goes almost entirely to their fellow audience member in this instance, believing them to be far more important than the marionettes.

If they seem genuinely frightened, the Knight may even rest a hand on them in solidarity. There's nothing to fear, after all. This strange, tiny creature will protect you.

That's really reassuring, right?

Canine Companions

As soon as they understand the situation, the Knight is off. They head straight towards the last location the escaped prisoners were seen, with no concern for the danger.

Or rather, they are very concerned that someone else might find themselves in danger. And the second they find anyone, native or moonblessed, being menaced by one of the ruffians, the Knight leaps into action. The impatient or nervous might find their methods of combat confusing, as they leap and dodge among the dog-men, seemingly evading getting a large chomp taken out of them several times along the way. They make no attempt to attack, and seem content to simply keep the enemy's attention. This lasts for quite some time if the fight isn't interrupted...

Until the Knight, believing they now understand their opponents' method of fighting, abruptly launches themselves into battle, lashing about with nail and dark magic alike, blasts of void energy flying everywhere as they tear into the former prisoners. They do the same thing if someone tries to interfere before they have the full measure of the dog-men.

The Knight makes a concerted effort to protect anyone nearby, trying to keep the full attention of their enemies. Once the prisoners are felled, it turns its gaze to any allies or victims, peering directly at them to see if there are any injuries.

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HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR; Option A ⬤ Planting Trees

[For most people, the act of Harvest was something typically associated with the Autumn, and of course the spring was all about getting what was needed started, tending to it all year, and then reaping the reward of their efforts in the back end of the year.

Or so Gladiolus figured. He didn't know shit about farming. Not really. But hell... there was a sort of honour in it, wasn't there? He lingers at this particular place, watching couples plant small packets of seeds together. It calls to mind something years ago.

His sister, younger, smaller, on her hands and knees planting carrots in a more-or-less abandoned coastal field. The simple joy in her eyes as she'd looked up to him with filthy hands and even a little bit of dirt on the bridge of her nose, her eyes, for once, simply happy.

Shit. Even the thought is enough for him to smell turned over soil and the sea. He lingers, half leaning over a small fence that enclosed the area of which a handful of Government officials oversaw the couples, turning his head to anyone that might do the same.

Hey, he was feeling nostalgic.]

Hey. You wanna give it a shot?

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HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR; Option C ⬤ Tournament Display

[Exhibitions. Now that was something he could get his teeth into. Of course, by the size of him, most Government officials that clocked him came on over, telling him about the displays, the meaning behind some kind of sacred origin story of the nation of which he'd found himself in.

And fuck it. He'd found himself carted away, dressed, he figured, like something that was a cross between a medieval knight and a power ranger, given a decorative greatsword that honestly, seemed more like a sword crossed with a laser gun, and... complimented. Extensively, by a hoard of animalistic officials each wielding clipboards.

Oh, you look just like a Moon Knight! A handsome, hunky Moon Knight!

Have you considered modelling? Can take your hair down? Then you'll be like a calendar model!

Hey, do you think we can have him up front? We're going to get so many applicants next year with him as eye-candy!

It was ridiculous, really. But ridiculous was something he could abide, if anything because he was many things. Vain was one of them. So, without further ado, he picks up a particular official, seating her on a broad shoulder as he poses for a series of pictures from the others.

Aaaah! This is the best Encircling ever!

Pick me up next, pick me up next!

The Moonblessed are the best!!

That is until he's interrupted.]

'Sup. Time to get to work already? Damn. Alright.

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YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND, BABY, RIGHT ROUND; Option A ⬤ Lunar Blossoms

[As Gladiolus settles in an area which is full of benches and bathed in sunlight, he's pretty aware that he's placing far more value in just simply walking around and experiencing the Encircling than what he really should.

If anything, it's because he knows in the back of his mind that he shouldn't be enjoying this. He knows that while he's here, having fun, simply basking in the sunlight, lying on his back on a bench, eyes closed and simply enjoying the feeling of warm sunlight on his skin, that this place, the music, the festivities, the area...

Shit, just the amount of people around is something that isn't meant for him. It's so far removed from darkness, decay and death that he can't help but feel guilty simply for the sake of the fact that he's here.

He needed to get home.
He knew that.

Excuse me?

He opens his eyes, just in time to see an official place a flower on the lapel of his leather shirt. And he blinks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looks up at the woman, pushing himself up to sit, and incline his head in thanks.

It's just a flower, no harm done.

...Right?]

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JUST LIKE ANIMALS-MALS; Option B ⬤ The Lightless

[As the day wears on, Gladiolus isn't exactly unaware that there are more and more animalistic people walking about as time passes. The three moons linger in the sky, despite the fact that its daylight... and as the day wears on and on, he's aware that there seem to be more and more bouts of totally weird behaviour.

The weird behaviour ranges. Whether its two people necking in a doorway, to other people in alleys doing other stuff entirely, hell, even a few fights here and there, he can't help but notice that there's a bunch of shit that's getting progressively darker as the day wears on.

Except it's not his place to do anything about it. Each one of these people are citizens, and a stranger - a foreigner - getting involved in any of it is something that won't go down well. Either with them or the officials themselves. So he keeps himself to himself, sidestepping altercations, averting his eyes at more intimate displays of affection, and walking- hands in pockets- until he sees something entirely and completely wrong.

It's a three-headed monster- a Cerberus, he thinks- a daemon? An actual daemon? attacking a (wolf)mother and a child. He can't ignore this. He knows it. So he runs forward, habit making him extend his hand - a large, sharp, and keen greatsword appearing in one strong, tattooed as he gets between the woman and her attacker, his eyes flashing.]

Hey, lady! Run!

[Well, this was going to be a thing.]

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1. HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR - B

( The shrine is absolutely stunning, which is fairly unsurprising considering this is a festival. Namine lifts her wrist upward, tilting it this way and that to admire the way the light hits the ornate bracelet that she's adorned. Having only just arrived, she decides to take their advice seriously and keeps it on her wrist. She does, however, decline participating in the dance. She's never really danced before, and would certainly embarrass herself. The shrine maidens concede eventually, giving her a parting gift of a lovely flower crown for listening to them, which looks lovely sitting on top of her pale hair.

She lowers the hand with the bracelet on it finally and hums. )

I wonder what would happen without it.

( She doesn't really want to try at the moment, though. So for now, she wanders the grounds of the shrine, looking over the scenery with a look of curiosity on her face. It's the first kind she's ever seen and all of the colors suit her artists' sensibilities. )

Maybe I should draw this place...

2. YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND, BABY, RIGHT ROUND - B

( All it takes is a wrong turn down an alley and Namine stumbles across a really strange sight. It looks like some sort of show, performed by unseen actors with marionettes that are far too lifelike to be anything other than unsettling. Still, the actors behind the scenes acknowledge her presence through the puppets, so she's obligated to stay and watch at least a little of the show. Anything else would be rude, right? Besides, it's not as though Namine has anything better to do.

...But it's about halfway through the show when things take an odd turn. The marionette's heads spin on their wooden shoulders, turning so that they can look down at her. A cold terror grips her heart, blue eyes widening and bright with fear. What's even worse is the giggling, the beckoning words from the marionettes to join them. Namine pushes herself to a stand so fast that it knocks over the seat she had been sitting in. )

...This isn't funny anymore. Stop it.

( But the puppets don't stop. In fact, their laughter only grows, causing her heart to beat quickly against her ribs. She makes a dash forward and yanks open the curtain...only to find the chair empty. Namine pales, her eyes turning toward the puppets who are now coming closer to her. She's terrified and it absolutely shows on her soft features. )

S-Stop right there! I'm warning you!!

3. JUST LIKE ANIMALS-MALS - A

( Namine bites on her bottom lip, contemplating what exactly she should do. Yes, she's wearing her bracelet, but others aren't. And without their bracelet, odd things are starting to happen. So what does she do? She's going around trying to help with what she can, informing others that aren't too far gone to put on their bracelets. Those who are, well...she makes sure to ask them if there's anything she can do for them.

If Namine can make any difference to anyone at all, it'll be worth it. So the next person she sees without a bracelet, she's going to stop. )

Uhm, excuse me, but you really need to put your bracelet on...

4. PICK YOUR POISON
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A: Seeds of Change

[Well, this sounds cute and relatively harmless! Mikan isn't the Ultimate Gardener or anything, but damn if she isn't going to Do Her Best regardless. She eagerly takes to planting seeds, though it ends with her getting quite dirty in the process.

But that's fine, that just means she's working hard, right? All that's left is a couple of the Maes seeds things... She looks at her little collection of seed bags and then up and around, twisting them in her hands anxiously.

However, she's too scared to just approach anyone and ask them to help her with them so instead she just... stands around. Staring at people.

If you happen to take notice of her staring, she reacts immediately, jumping in alarm with a scared 'Eeeh!' before she blurts out her request] Pl-please plant some seeds with me!

[Followed immediately by a panicked:] I-I can't believe I just blurted that out so suddenly, I'm so sorry...!

B: Dancing Girls
[Mikan should not, in any way, be allowed to be part of this. She's not even sure how she got roped into trying out to begin with, but the dress is really pretty, even if it's a bit...revealing?

Well, whatever. She admires it on herself even though she feels woefully inadequate in all ways with it on, and the fact that she still has her bandages on covering up all of one arm and leg, which sort of ruins the effect of it. She refuses to remove them, however and tries to just practice as best she can anyhow. When she's focusing she's really not any better or worse than anyone else. The problem comes with losing her focus.

She trips. A lot. The leg that isn't bandaged is all bruised up now, but she welcomes the brief moments of attention it gets her when people fuss and help her up. At one point, though, when a group of dancers practicing together seems to be getting increasingly frustrated with each other and their mistakes, Mikan breaks the tension as best she knows how.

Namely, falling. She trips on some of the sound equipment on her way over towards the group, letting out a scream or alarm and pain, and when anyone looks, it's. Well

How did she even end up in a position like that? ]

Uwaaah...! I-I'm sorry, please don't look..! [She wails, tears in her eyes, but probably you should look, if only to help her out. Otherwise she's going to possibly yank some wires weird from the equipment or. Something.

Seriously, how the hell...]

Just Like Animals

[Pop goes the bunny ears and tail, which would look rather cute with the dancing outfit Mikan still has on (how, why she clearly wasn't chosen for the dance, but maybe she'd just managed to keep it anyhow--) for whatever reason. It'd go really cute with the cute bangle that's... missing from her arm.

She definitely had it earlier, but maybe one of her falling stunts had sent it off? Oops.

And so, 'pop' goes her mind, too. This sort of 'heat' feeling isn't... exactly something she's unused to. It's just that before it was in response to things it probably, uh, shouldn't have been in response to. Like extreme violence and sadistic tendencies levelled at herself. Oops.

But she feels hot and dazed, stumbling through the crowds as she tries to figure out what to do or where to go. She feels half in love with everyone she sees, wanting to cuddle up to everyone and never let go.

At one point she trips, again, and right into someone, her arms instantly wrapping around their arm to keep herself from completely toppling over. Or maybe they do completely topple over to the ground, who knows! Either way it ends with the same result: Mikan shamelessly pressing closer and cuddling closer.]

Ahaha... S-sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me... [It feels too good though, this stupid moonlacing effect having her feeling giddy with just how warm and nice it all is, like she doesn't have a care in the world.]

A-are you alright? I'm a nurse, I can help. [But her voice is dazed and dreamy and she just continues to snuggle up, rubbing her face against their arm with a happy sigh.] Or maybe we can just stay like this a bit longer...

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Arrival and Tournament

Lady was still confused about this place, but she kept it to herself. She doubted that Dante and Vergil had anything to do with suddenly finding herself on an alien planet with a bunch of crystal creatures. She had been able to get a bit of information from people, but she didn't really like what she had been hearing. She needed to find out where she was staying and get set up so that she could go and get even more information.

She raised an eyebrow at the local and the bracelet that was placed in her hand. For her own good? She doubted that. She had gone through a lot in her life and could take care of herself. She hadn't been killed yet and she was able to keep up with people who weren't even human. She shoved the bracelet in a pocket and continued on. The upcoming festival seemed rather interesting. What really intrigued her was the tournament. While she wasn't good with swords, she was more than capable of taking care of herself with a gun. She needed to find out where she could get more information and sign up.

Puppet Show from Hell

Lady liked exploring back alleys and finding the places where most women, especially ones her size, wouldn't go. She didn't look like much, but her white coat was padded and armored, and she could fight. She wanted to conserve what ammunition she had since she didn't know if she would be able to get more, but if pushed she would use them.

She stopped in the middle of one alley and stared at the puppets. She didn't like the way that they looked. She had encountered a few puppet demons on past jobs, but they were a lot bigger than these. Still, there was something about the things that just didn't sit right with her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the show for a few minutes. Her attitude changed when they just turned and stared at her.

Just because something was small in size didn't mean it wasn't dangerous. She didn't hesitate and drew her pistol with one hand as she moved to see if there was someone controlling the puppets. After finding no one, she opened fire. She wasn't going to leave these puppets in tact.

A Howling Good Time

What in the hell was going on?! Lady didn't understand the sudden changes that had happened with her body. She was completely human. Something like this shouldn't be happening to her. Is this what the locals were talking about when they went on about Moonblessings? That had to be the only explanation. It didn't matter. She hadn't felt this angry in quite a while. Not since she first met Dante.

It would just be her luck if she ran into the half-demon while she had black wolf-like ears and a fluffy tail to match. She'd never live this down. That's when she heard it. A group of Moon Knights saying something about people being attacked by three-headed dog monsters. Finally. Something that she knew that she could do.

She followed the knights to where the attacks were happening and smirked as she reached for the weapons that she always had on her.

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Harvest Moon Simulator - C

[Xion's barely had any time in Prismatica, and she's been using her time here to the fullest. Nearly every event she sees, she's been throwing herself into, just enjoying her ability to do things, to experience the world as a person. So when they needed dancers, she volunteered. Then when they needed fighters, she volunteered at that, right after.

So now she's in the tournament, still wearing the dress from the dance, she has her Keyblade in hand, and she's going to town. It's entirely possible she has missed that whole 'weapons and armor will be provided' bit, but she doesn't seem to need it, effortlessly trumping most normal people. She's clearly enjoying herself, too, whether you're her opponent or just here to watch her. She'll be smiling cheerfully as she waves to you, personally, clearly just happy to be here.]

Right Round - B

[Marionettes. Puppets. A loaded word for her, of all people, and a loaded concept. But normally, it's not a problem for her. She can still tell the difference and draw the line between a Replica, and an actual, literal puppet. But something about those puppets... The way they look. The way they move. They way they look at her, a smile on their faces like they can see what she is.

"One of us", they seem to say, jeering at her. Is she just making it up? Is it her imagination? But those eyes...

They want her to join them. They're laughing. Why are they laughing at her?]

Stop it!

[She's swinging her Keyblade, trying to smash the marionettes, trying to silence the voices of the puppets, and the voices in her memories.]

Animals - A

[Xion had her bracelet, of course. She'd kept it on, trusting the native Prismals and believing what they said. But that didn't help her for long- In the chaos with the marionettes, her bracelet came off, and she lost it.

When the moons are shining down in full, Xion's changes don't seem as pronounced as many others. Floppy rabbit ears, some deer antlers. A fluffy rabbit tail under her skirt. But just because her changes aren't as obvious, doesn't mean they aren't there. Her innate desire to protect her friends is now ramped up, and she's immediately on the hunt for them. Whatever's happening to her, she doesn't like it, but it means she has to make sure her friends are okay. She has to protect them.

She's going to be hunting down everyone she knows to try to gather them up. She'll keep them all safe. She has to.]

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✦ HARVEST MOON SIMULATOR (A)

[ It was almost always against his better judgment that Germany left the comfort of the apartment building, but a certain someone always managed to be very persuesive when it came to getting him out in public. The visit to the shrine had been interesting, to say the least, having come away with one of the silver chains securely fastened around his wrist. The reasoning for them had seemed rather ominous, but he wouldn't question it; perhaps it was a custom or superstition that he wasn't familiar with yet. After parting ways with Italy he had wandered for a time, pausing every now and then to take in a sight or two in between sneaking glances at that bracelet.

It was while he was studying it particularly intently that he had been approached to help with the gardening effort, it was an offer that he really didn't have to think twice about. With gardening tools in hand, he went to his appointed spot and studied it carefully; thoughts drifting idly as he tapped his chin thoughtfully. ]

Hnn, a tree that grants wishes? The possibilities here really do seem to be endless, don't they?

[ He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, but then again, maybe he's speaking to you. Not that long ago he would have scoffed at something so ridiculous, but these days things like this didn't really seem to be all that far-fetched.

( Whether he was talking to you or not, he'll be working on planting trees and maintaining other plants for a while. Gardening is hard work, as it gets later in the day he's likely to find himself getting overheated; he'll be opting to remove one layer to keep working in a tank top. Feel free to try and chat him up if that's what you're into. ) ]

✦ YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND (A)

[ His first day out had been pleasant for the most part, planting things had been rewarding on a few levels but even he had to admit that it had been exhausting. The third day was meant to be one for relaxation, but even he knew that there was a chance it wouldn't be as relaxing as he would have wanted. For anyone that knew him, it would have come as no surprise that he stopped to enjoy the music that was drifting through the streets.

It had been a long time since he'd felt this free to enjoy something like this, strange for him not to have to worry about what he needed to do in the morning or what crisis needed to be tackled next. As Germany lost himself in the music, he found himself wandering the streets yet again; only pausing again when he came across the vendors selling the blossoms. He could hear the chatter of the crowd, murmurs that they changed colours according to feelings but he wasn't focused beyond that. It's while he stares at the displays lining the street that he falls victim to the children that decide he needs a blossom attached to his backside.

Germany, surprisingly, was none the wiser. No, instead he was considering buying some of the flowers, making a list in his head of the people that he'd met here and who he might like to give something nice to. Something just to show that he appreciated whatever company they had shared. He spoke aloud again not knowing who he was addressing, nor did he really care, lost in the beauty of those blossoms and the buzz of the crowd. ]

They're beautiful, I've never seen anything like them, have you?

✦ JUST LIKE ANIMALS-MALS (A)

[ Peace in this place was always shortlived, he had woken up to what seemed like chaos. He knew that he had read up on everything, there was no reason that everyone should be transforming at once; absolutely none. Even he was a little panicked at first, everything feeling stronger than it had been the first time he'd experienced the Cordis moon. To his dismay his ears and tail had returned and everything else that he had felt before was amplified...

If it was happening to him, surely it was happening to Italy and even some of the other residents of the building, sadly the first person he thought of was nowhere to be found. It was with exasperation that he made his way out into the city, seeking out Italy to make sure that he was okay but going outside was far more than he bargained for. That, even, was an understatement as he assessed exactly how wild things were out on the street. The transformations seemed more extreme and in some cases the behaviour he was witnessing was downright feral. Slowly it dawned on him why some people had been hit harder and just what that ominous warning had meant before...

It's for your own protection.

This situation could easily get more dangerous by the minute and he at least needed to do something to help, approaching anyone he could find that still seemed to be mildly lucid to offer his assistance. ]

Your bracelet, where is your bracelet??

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i; harvest moon

[ alisaie would not claim to have a green thumb, particularly, but she certainly loves being outside, especially on such a lovely day as this, and she is most certainly not afraid to get her hands dirty. she can think of no good reason not to plant a tree.

so, here she is!

she sits on her knees with her gardening supplies spilled haphazardly onto the ground beside her, and she works without gloves, her hands on the cool, damp soil. it is all over her fingers, dark beneath her neatly trimmed nails, but she does not complain - in fact, her gloves are discarded beside her as well, beneath a trowel. she prefers it this way.

carefully, she arranges the seeds, paying close attention to the instructions on the backs of the packets, but recalling what she has read in books, before - she spaces them neatly, seeing to it that they all have space to breathe and grow, before she carefully mounds the soil onto them again, patting them down gently. sitting back on her heels, she claps the dirt from her hands and surveys her work, the first row of neatly arranged seeds, and she cannot help her smile. ]

There we are.

ii; animaaaalllssss

[ alisaie, naturally, is wearing her cordis-colored gemstone bracelet, so when the moons above bear down on them with their immense, unnerving power, she is not so affected as her peers. she feels it, of course - that rush that had come along when cordis had passed overhead not so long ago, she feels the tickle in her bones that had made her giddy and energetic, but it is not enough to overwhelm her.

in fact, it gives her a bit of an edge when someone nearby seems to.. change.

quick on her toes, alisaie stands, one hand hovering over the handle of her rapier (though she does not grasp it), while the other reaches forward, palm out. she speaks as gently as she can which is, admittedly, still rather forward, but her voice is even and level. ]

Come now.. remember yourself, my friend. Try to breathe.

iii; heart meme

💗💓💞💕💟💘💜💙💖
💗💓💞💕💟💘💜💙💖

iv; wildcard

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Day 1; A - Bracelet (Robot/Human flavored)

[He's not at all interested with keeping the jewelry at first. It's nice of them, but it's an unnecessary gift, despite being urged to take one repeatedly. But after he's given the foreboding explanation,

It doesn't fit his wrist. Ah, maybe he could find somewhere else to fit it on....

Later on the same day, he comes back in his avatar form to grab himself a second bracelet for it, just in case whatever the bracelet is protecting him from won't possibly harm him when his consciousness is in another body. With the bracelet fastened around his avatar's wrist, he looks it over proper as he speaks to himself.]

This certainly bodes...

Day 2; B - Tree Planting (Human flavored)

[It starts off with Soundwave being mildly curious with the mass planting, watching the people at work with his adopted rainbow kitten under his arm. Until eventually, he decided to join in himself, purely out of boredom. He's no experience with gardening before, but he sure is glad he's doing this in his avatar form, less the seeds could fall into the cracks of his joints.

He can be found hunched and digging into the soil while his kitten stays perched on his shoulder, watching him work.]

This should do... I believe?

[The kitty jumps off his shoulder and give the soils some small taps with its tiny paws as if trying to help. A brow shoots up in surprise before he huffs in amusement. What a silly thing he got.]

Day 3; C Marionette (Human flavored)

[This sure is creepy. Soundwave (his kitten is hiding under his jacket) is having a staring contest with one of the puppet lock its eyes to him, both seemingly boring into each other's soul, or lack thereof for one. Whoever has the emptier looking eyes is up to anyone to figure out. But when the puppets start giggling madly and coaxing him to join them, he pushes the one down in front of him and many more as he goes to look who's behind the curtain.

His patient is wearing thin]

Hm.

[An empty chair. His hand slides down into his pocket and grasps a combat knife in it. Really, he should leave now. Anyone who seems frightened by the puppets he'll focus his effort on them to help out, pulling their arm to urge them to leave.]

Day 4; D - JUST LIKE ANIMALS-MALS

[i) Human flavored; Primus was he glad he still wore the bracelet on both himself and the avatar. Still though, he can't help the huff of annoyance blowing out of his mouth when his avatar's hair is glowing and turning into tentacles again. The people around him are transforming around him and seems to be in much... worse condition. Would be nice to know what was coming ahead of time...

He could deactivate his avatar to leave this area, but at the cost of leaving his pet? Not a chance. Just as the changes are still going on, he makes a run to his apartment and hugs the small animal close to his chest, all the while ignoring the emotions from the people around him. However, when he encounters a struggling moonblessed, he jogs over to them instead and rests a hand to help them.]

Your bracelet. Put it on... Or did you drop it?

[(ii) Robot flavored; With his adopted kitten safe in his home, Soundwave returns outside when words got around about people being in danger and prisoners escaping. It helps to have super hearing. Flying above the street, he collaborated to look for and protect helpless civilians. When he heard a cry for help ringing into his audio receptors, a second is not wasted as he turns to fly towards the source- his visor sees a civilian running for dear life as they're being chased by two three-headed beasts on the street.

Weapons loaded, he lands between the escapees and civilian. His head turns to look back over his shoulder and issues the civ to run to safety before turning his attention back to the beasts.]

Stand down. I don't wish to harm you.

[One of the canine twitches in pain and tackles right into him, sending him flying down on back a few feet. His vents huff out air, seemingly out of annoyance, as he stands right back up.]

So be it then. [The shoulder-mounted loaded, his red visor turns bright yellow as he aims to target the beasts. Then, missiles come flying and explosions are on the street.]

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▇ DAY 01 - Harvest
Of course if there's a celebration going on Italy will go out and investigate and enjoy himself, and what better way then to hit up those shrines to engage with the locals and their customs? He was more than willing to accept the bracelet and had no reason to question the warning, it seemed simple enough and it was pretty. He could do this.

But past that, the other thing that caught his attention even more was the tradition of planting trees. Of course this seemed like something fun to try out! Agreeing to participate he gets to work.

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Finding a nice spot to plant a seed, he's hard at work on his hands and knees to get a nice little spot made for this soon to be beautiful tree. The notion of fulfilling a wish seemed so romantic, and Italy couldn't help but be moved by the very idea.

"What kind of wish would you like to hear?"

▽B
Hard at work, Italy really was really getting into the spirit of tending to the plantlife. Watering the trees he could be heard singing softly, it may have sounded like complete nonsense but he always felt like singing and talking to plants helped to nurture them no matter where you are.

It's only when he turns to make way to another plant does he realize that he probably wasn't alone and laughs with a rise of colour to his face.

"C-ciao! Ciao!"

He'll totally try to pretend he's not embarrassed, but he more than likely is.

▇ DAY 02 - Dance & Music
Musicians and dancers? This seemed more like the speed for Italy rather than the tournament. He was here for a good time, not to feel like he's being thrown to the lions. What's more is that it was even more local lore! A chance to learn a little more while participating, a lot of these stories seem to hold some kind of romantic theme and that's okay with him.

Holding the dragon head in his hands he smiles brightly before commenting.

"This is kind of neat, isn't it? There are so many stories back at home about dragons, but in this one the dragon seems rather gentle don't you think?"

Of course he'd think of it that way.

▇ DAY 03 - Flowers
It's the day of the performance and of course Italy gives it his all during the parade, hoping to do well enough to please the queen. Of course he will, if it's to show off for a woman he'd always do his best. It's just the kind of person he was afterall.

▽A
Admist the parade route while waving and engaging with the crowd is when Italy feels a slight tug. A slight tilt of the dragon head before he waves excitedly at whomever got his attention.

"Ciao~ Cia~o~! What can I help you with on this beautiful day?"

Did he just procure a flower to present to them out of thin air? He certainly did. Italy is on full show today, that's for sure.

▽B
Now that he has finally pulled away from parade duties there is much to be seen, and what should draw his attention but the flower merchants. The floral displays were just so beautiful and he couldn't help but think he wanted to buy some to hand out to those he knew or would like to get to know. It would also be nice to receive flowers, but that's more of an afterthought.

Having attained a bouquet's worth of flowers, he smiles and holds one out in offering.

"You look like you could make this lovely flower even more beautiful~"

He was flirting again, was it intentional or not? Only those that know him could probably tell the difference.

▇ DAY 04 - Animal party
Sure enough, Italy had done his best and kept that bracelet on. And because of this he felt a sense of relief, because not having it on would've really taken away from the beautiful display that was this ritual. But more than that, it takes him a few moments to realize that the appearance of the three moons did cause the appearance of the big fluffy tail and wolf-ish ears once again.

Once he did realize though, he was grateful for the lack of paws this time around.

It was a good deal this time--but only for a second until he realized that something is off. Three moons at once can't be good, could it?

"Hey, umm... do you think this is okay... like all three of the moons out like this?"

There was a bit of a nervous laugh as he tried to keep his cool. There was something that felt kind of scary though and that much he couldn't hide.

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A.Why is there a Beat'em Up in my Harvest Moon case?
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[Someone is still very new to all of these intergalactic shenanigans, but the height of the festivities isn't entirely unwelcome.

Mamoru wakes up on a park bench to find dew on the wood under his fingertips, the sharp cut of ozone through his breath. The ground below him sounds grittier, inflated by the dampness of the air, the threat of rain. It's not very unlike the weather he's used to at the apex of fruition back home.

The crowds headed towards the shrines are easy enough to mingle into - despite his lack of strikingly colorful clothes, he does wear denim which is as nondescript as it goes.

He leans against a wall, arms crossed in front of his chest with the cane loosely held between his fingers. To anyone, he looks like this one blind person taking a rest. But to the keenest of eyes, you may notice that he follows the motions of people who are far beyond his range of hearing. Maybe you spot a tad of familiarity in his expression - a quiet calm, thoughtful as if picking up details from things he's seen before.

Or maybe you spot him being approached by one of the locals with a bracelet, and the slant of his eyebrows shifting above his shades, his jaw setting. The local places the bracelet on the guy's hand good-naturedly, smile on their face, even if Mamoru is still asking what is the meaning of all of that.

When the local leaves, he picks up the bracelet to in front of his eyes, letting out a frustrated tsk when something very, very subtly beeps.

[That would be the NO DATA showed on the lenses of his sunglasses. Not that it shows, but he seems visibly frustrated by it]

Maybe you make your presence known, maybe he spots you instead. Whichever works, and he only jerks his chin towards the local that just left him.]

The hell was that all about?

[Sure, this man had faced the "pinnacle of humanity" just before he was teleported here, but the whole fighting event seemed a little too light for Mamoru to actually get involved a show of strength like a Tournament Display. It felt a little off topic - what next, jousts? - but hey.

Intel is intel.

So you do find him watching two opponents setting up for their spar, as it were. A sort of a reenactment of a duel between two prominent historical figures. He lets out a breath; a snort. At your questioning look, he shrugs.]

This match is uneven. Either the fighter on the right wins or this is just a theater show.

B. Is this the scene in that N'Sync music video?

[A relatively strong arm moves right in front of you as you try to swing or throw your first strike at the puppets, stopping you with it stretched across your chest.

Sure, that's creepy af.

But Mamoru can sense killing intent the same way someone can smell McDonald's fries nearby or how close you are to a Sephora. He shakes his head just once, even if he sounds disinterested. In fact, he sounds even a bit offended.]

They're taunting, but there's no intent to them. Let them be.

C. You and me, baby, ain't-- wait, what.
1.

[He stops in his tracks, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingers clasped, a lazy, breathy sound slipping out of his lips, eyes behind the lenses of his shades fluttering closed. (His teeth? Sharp, pointy.)

What the fuck. Did he just yawn and stretch out of nowhere?

Mamoru shakes his head, smacks his own cheek lightly before making sure people weren't looking (and doing a bad job of it, maybe you're one to actually see him). He brings his mind back to himself, concentrate. Only to find it fickle. Inattentive, restless and very much neglectful.

It's fine, right? A little rest every now and then don't hurt.

Fuck.

As someone who's been constantly on the run, he feels a sense of distress through his spine. He cannot afford to be this lenient.

This is bad.

So maybe you find him scouting out commercial establishments, doors to apartments - he doesn't yet know where he's staying, after all. He is really the kind of person who does not require a roof over his head to begin with, but in this case, circumstances have changed.]

2. (CW: Mild violence and whatever else...)

[Maybe in the middle of the ruckus you hear a click.

The blind man's cane unlatches, and out of it slides a thin, razor sharp blade. Mamoru handles that perfectly when he's dealing with the ruffians.

He's human, but he's fast - particularly so, rushing into the midst of the heat with impressive footwork and ease for a man who towers over 6ft. He doesn't seem, however, to be aiming at the death of these criminals. In fact, those who fall into that weirdly thin blade's path seem to drop to the floor with gasps and screams of pain - clutching at their bloody ankles, wrists, elbows, shoulders, tails.

Let's just say that this guy loves slicing people's tendons and overall limb junctures to make them regret their life and their choices.

He cleans the blood off his blade by folding his arm and sliding it along the pleat of his sleeve. If he finds you looking - maybe you're shocked, maybe you're scared, maybe - and hey, no judgment here - you're impressed. Whichever, Mamoru just plainly explains.]

This blade is specially made. It will cut anything that gets in its path. Anything.

[Will someone tell this edgelord to chill the fuck out pls.

There's a soft clink on the floor.

The problem with close quarter combat - sometimes you just get nicked a bit. The bracelet that he has been wearing (maybe he was warned by someone before, maybe he did the math on his own when spotting that people wearing them seemed to be less affected by whatever this is) is on the floor.

Suddenly, Mamoru feels as if under a spotlight. Eyes on him - eyes against a scope, the flare of nostrils in the distance. You can probably sense the moonblessing doing its thing, creating a beacon towards him.

He merely arches an eyebrow.

... shit.

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[Mams here is relatively reclusive. Let's just say that being part of the underworld for a long time and having stuff like a $100.000.000 bounty on your head doesn't exactly a social butterfly make. But feel free to approach him anywhere! He doesn't bite. In fact, before shit hit the fan, the guy was a kendo teacher. Ah, good times...

Still, he's interested in the rituals, and while he finds the pretendy fights as no fun times, he will be assessing people according to their skills (it's. a thing. he can tell you're a good fighter at the very least by the way you stand.... I'm sorry.)

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▶ Harvest Moon Simulator
[Atsushi had become rather fond of the greenery around the city, so when a prismal waves him over to help with moving seedlings and equipment, he's easy to persuade. It's actually a little fun in it's own unique way, and he's smiling as he works at digging holes and planting seeds and saplings, sleeves rolled up and a shovel in hand. There's a bit of dirt smeared on his cheek, but he doesn't seem to mind much. It wasn't a bad feeling, being covered in dirt for something like this.]

I didn't think this was what I'd be doing today... But it's actually sort of relaxing, isn't it?

[He glances over at someone nearby, offering a rather dirty, if cheerful wave.] Do you want to help me plant these last seeds? I was told we had to plant them in pairs.

▶ You Spin Me Right Round
[Maybe it was something about Atsushi's luck, maybe it was his demeanor-- whatever the case, children often liked picking on him. It's just as much the case today as well, as when he bends down to inquire about the basket of flowers a group of children have, two of them sneak around behind him and proceed to shove a handful of Orclev flowers each onto his backside with shouts of laughter before fleeing off into the crowds.

Atsushi's left flailing around, trying to see what precisely, was attached to his back-- and his butt. He ultimately ends up falling face first into the ground for his efforts and looking like an idiot, the poor guy.]

Why....?!

[The words are a mortified whine as he rests his forehead against the ground for a moment.]

▶Just Like Animals
A - Current CR only
[Atsushi had accepted the bracelet he'd been given gratefully, but ultimately by the fourth day of the festival he'd left it at home. Something so fancy looking? If he wore it every day, he would surely break it. It was par for course that the things he wore broke, got shredded or destroyed on the regular, and he was far too conscientious to allow a gift to get damaged if he could help it.

If only he'd thought a bit more about the warning itself than the bracelet. His feline ears are back along with his matching tail, and his eyes are slitted gold and violet, while sharp fangs have grown into his mouth. There's fur crawling up the back of his neck, feathers in his hair, and everything seemed like too much, not enough. He's craving touch, warmth, closeness, his pheromones filling the air around him with his want, and before he knows it he's reaching out to a familiar face, seeking to wrap his arms around them.]

B
[Where there's trouble putting people in danger, Atsushi is usually going to seek it out. This time is no different, and while his moonblessing had already given him some animalistic features, his own ability took that in another more feral looking direction entirely, from looking like some domestic cat to the wildness of a tiger, a beast. With striped fur covered arms and legs tipped by claws, stripes running down his cheeks and eyes shot through with yellow, he's quite the sight to behold as he leaps at one of the Cerberus beasts attacking the vulnerable. He lands a powerful upper cut to one of it's jaws, sending it reeling backwards with a howl before leaping to attach himself to it's head with sharp claws while it's struggling to right itself.

He's. Um. Certainly determined. A little frightening, but determined for sure.]

B - 2
[And after the fight... Atsushi's struggling to stay upright. He's dropped his transformation, his moonblessed features left behind with only his tattered clothing and some half healed injuries to show anything had happened. He'd barefoot and woozy, swaying in place before he falls to his knees, eyes dazed.

He feels so drained... It reminded him of the last time he'd used his ability here, only there was no sap draining him. So how....?

He has no idea he's Chroma starved thanks to aggressive use of his own ability and his innate regeneration. His moonblessing only makes it worse for him, unfortunately.]

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A. Earth Day

[It's not his usual sort of work, but it brings to mind the half-breed Jinenji and his field of herbs. Strangely, that's a thread thick enough to rope him in. Kagome had said she'd enjoyed working there, pulling weeds and shit. But her company was stupidly docile (what proper people call kind, which makes him worry that Jinenji's too big of a pushover to watch his own ass), and she didn't have the same misgivings he did about the seeds she had to sow.]

Wishes. [His scowl deepens. Judging from how the cursed books in the library had been quick to turn on him, maybe he ought to put his back to the gardens before it's too late. Or the farmers could be telling the truth. A wish might help him get home. A tiny, green-leafed Shikon shard, if you will. He looks to the next person over, running his thumb over the peppering of seeds pooled in his palm.] You think they're running a scam? It's an easy way to get people to work for free.

B. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[What did he care about some stupid festival?

The idea of putting on some crappy mask and cloak and performing a bastardized Noh play was not his idea of fun.

And yet...

And yet—]

You better not pull your punches, asshole. [Inuyasha grins, wicked and wide with a devil's glint in his eyes. The spectators are hushed as they wait for the new auditioners to draw blades. He'd shirked the half-rate crap they'd pushed on him to try out with. He only needed one sword.] That'll really piss me off.

[He could just use a good dust up right now.]

C. Discovery Channel

[Never has he been so grateful for three words in his life.]

What the fuck?

[It's going to be his goddamn mantra around here. Watch. Just you watch and see.

People were losing it. He's glad now that he'd been suckered into slipping on the odd silver bangle at the temple. Being superstitious paid off for once, because those that hadn't heeded the warnings were suddenly shifting. Acting erratic. Their scents were fucked to high hell and he couldn't suss out why or how.

He'd been helping corral the bastards as best as he could. They were easily spotted: the more they started looking like Inuyasha, the further along they were in the curse. Just why were they sprouting ears and tails like youkai, and yet not one of them smelled demonic at all?

It's mid-leap between rooftops that he spots another one. Down there, in the alley, no doubt split off from the crowd in confusion. Inuyasha skids to a stop and doubles back, leaping down to land in a crouch.]

Oi! You! [He reaches for their arm and might give it a shake.] What do you think you're doing out here alone?

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Harvest Moon Tournament
Two of the things Jeanne Alter like include festivities and picking fights with people. So naturally she's all over the tournament. Whether she's facing your character or fighting alongside them in the finals against a big flying monster, I'm all for it.

Animal-mals
Jeanne Alter naturally automatically rejects anything that comes from a shrine, church, or any place of worship. Objects of reverence gross her out. Which means she threw her bracelet away and has thus been hit by the moons at full blast. So catgirl Jeanne Alter is here. (Warning: pixiv link, probably NSFW.) She's going to make you pay attention to her specifically!

And also run off to go hunt bad guys, if anyone wants to help her play her cat and mouse game.

In General
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▶ YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND, BABY, RIGHT ROUND

[ This is alright. At the very least, he likes the atmosphere a lot better. loud, flashy. Not the same rush that a casino would give him, but it was something. Dice is pretty content to just watch for the most part, cigarette lit between his lips as he waves off an offered flower crown.

He walks as it goes on, thoughts hovering on maybe sniffing out the nearest gambling den to help make the festivities a little more exciting. In fact, he's so distracted he doesn't even notice the back of his coat lifting up until it's too late. ]

Wh--

[ These...brats, these giggling little shits have just stuck a handful of flowers to his ass. His white backside is decorated in clingy blooms, and his cigarette nearly hits the ground as he growls and swats his hand at the offenders who run off into the crowd with the biggest shit-eating grins on their faces. And now he has to stand there, coat bundled in his arms, trying to see if they'll come off without ripping anything.

(They will, but he doesn't know that.) ]

Come on, this is my only pair of pants!

( C )

[ Things are ramping up here, sure, but there's one thing every place needs. A little thrill, a little risk. He just can't truly enjoy himself if there isn't the element of leaving things to chance. It's why he's currently sitting off to the side, legs propped up against a box which has a bowl sitting on top of it. Upon closer inspection, there's a set of dice inside, a mocking 4-5-6 looking back up at the poor bastard who gets up and leaves with his head hung in shame.

Dice himself cheerfully taps his comm unit, only looking up from his Chroma meter at somebody else approaching. He leans back, gently taps a foot against the box, and gives a toothy smirk. ]

Wanna test your luck? It's more exciting with more people, but just two'll work.

[ Just an innocent little game, you know? ]

▶ JUST LIKE ANIMALS-MALS

[ Nobody ever said Dice was smart. Shrines? Not his thing, he had his own god in his pocket, and nothing to offer to boot. There's nothing decorating his wrist, nothing to protect him from the offensive light of the moon which seems to sink into his bones, just like the uncontrollable urge to just fucking touch someone already.

Ugh...were his teeth always this sharp? His sharp canines click irritably, punctuated by the constant swishing of the blue tail that seems to try to brush against any person that walks by where he crouches like some sort of animal. It's far too loud, but even as his ears flatten against his head, it doesn't stop him from staring. Searching. Twitching. Slit pupils fly this way and that wildly, until one person gets a bit too close. The victim is chosen.

They'll promptly find their hand nuzzled, clawed hand coming up to press it further against his cheek as he sighs in perpetual bliss. ]

Fuuuuuck, that's good.

[ Shit. This might be almost as good as gambling. It's not enough, though. Maybe if he leans in a little more... ]

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› 1. you're about to bloom - harvest moon simulator (a)

[ It was past the Feywilds Celebration, as far as he knew: the idea of another holiday so close to the other two spring festivals of his world made Belias nostalgic despite the anxiety of being here. He should be enjoying himself, or so all the celebrations implied - he'd tried to put on his best, including the asymmetrical opal crown on his head - but he still felt that nagging homesickness deep in the pit of his stomach. A festival was all well and good, but... he would really prefer to be home with his daughter.

Especially as he was handed a few packets of seeds and a tray with gardening tools, and felt a pang of worry for his best friend. Nisha, the tall dog by his side, whined, and snapped him out of his thoughtful reverie.

He was too distracted by those feelings to realize he was quickly being left with the items, and his wheelchair wasn't altogether conductive to gardening in this patch. ]

Ah - starlight damned.

[ He sighed, kneading his forehead, before scanning the area around him. At least his wheelchair was mechanical so he could steady the tray on his lap... ]

Excuse me? Could you help?

› 2. some legends are told - harvest moon simulator (b)

[ There was a time he could dance. He missed it, a bit - well, it wasn't like he couldn't dance at all, but not quite like that, and he missed the ceremonial dance he used to do. Perhaps in time, if he mastered this chair, he might be able to do something like that, at least with his arms. Despite his wanting to spectate, he'd seen a poor dancer trip and rip their dress during practice - and Belias wasn't keen on just letting that stand. If they needed people onstage, they might need people backstage too, right? He couldn't be a performer, but maybe...

He's there to help with any alterations, and despite his finery, he actually seems remarkably adept and fast with a thread and needle. ]

There you go. That should help keep your dress up - the hem just needed a fix. Who else needs a tailor?

› 3. bruises on your thighs - harvest moon simulator (c) [closed to m/m]

[ While fighting was something he'd actually started to learn, he was far more enamored by their movements and the mechanical beasts that were rolled out. Instead of participating himself, he finds himself alight with glee, clapping as he watches match after match. ]

That's an amazing form. Why, if I could be onstage beside you...

[ ... ???

Is that a declaration of competition or is he flirting? ~~Yes.~~ ]

› 4. just one mistake - just like animals-mals (b)

[ He'd been, frankly, exhausted. The sudden torrent of anxiety and worry that had been caused by how everyone was suddenly a bit off ("bit"? A lot off) tore through him like a winter wave and left him shaken just like one. He'd taken the wrong passage - having meant to go back to his residence and instead ending up in the wrong place. Belias had simply meant to retire and try again before he'd heard a clamor nearby.

The Moon Knights? Belias frowned, silently following, both worried and intrigued. Was this another such problem caused by the moon's blessings? He hung back, scrutinizing the large cerberus that loomed ahead, gently patting Nisha's head with a hand to try and calm him down from outright growling at the creature. He watched for an opening to see if he might be able to help - at least until he spotted a body nearby. A fallen soldier, one that didn't look like the rest. Perhaps another Moonblessed? His heart picked up in worry and he rushed into action, darting to the body to try and help them up, get them out of harm's way -

And the fearsome beast lunged towards him, seeing the quick movement. The pack of Moon Knights taking care of the problem let out a joined yell of alarm as claws met metal with a clang, tires screeched, and Nisha let out a furious flurry of barks.

Belias had drawn both of his swords from their hilts, stopping the claws from piercing through his body. Nisha's large, stout form stopped his wheelchair from being thrown back entirely, the mastiff growling darkly. The king let out a slow breath out. ]

Good boy, Nisha. [ Though... he can't keep that claw at bay forever, even if he looks stern and unyielding. ] My apologies. I should've thought of a plan before throwing myself in harm's way. Suppose I never learn.

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1. shall we dance;
[The stage is set. The music rises slowly, as if emerging from a deep and dreamless torpor, into trembling flutes and the steady pulse of drums and a harmony of one hundred other instruments that Zenyatta can scarcely recognise, much less name, but it rises nonetheless. And they move.

In translucent silks and liquid lace the light catches on each chrome strut and metal plate, and the omnic stands out from an array of otherwise organic dancers. But difference has never bothered Zenyatta, and he moves sinuously between them as if it were the most natural thing in the world, to dance for an alien audience when he had scarcely done so at all before arriving here. There is something wonderfully liberating about this kind of worship, he's realised, a oneness with Lunatia and with his fellow dancers that warms him from the inside out and sets a sway to his hips.

Perhaps you are a fellow dancer, swept impulsively into his arms in the middle of a number, heart racing and head spinning; perhaps he has bowed low to you, skirts pooling, in anticipation of being led. Even after the show the spirit stays with him, and as he poses for photos he is still giddy with it, quite literally glowing as he greets the audience- all the moreso if he happens to spot a familiar face in there. He might even be persuaded into an impromptu encore, for the right (or perfectly wrong and unwilling) person...]

2. ringside;
[Zenyatta does not compete in the tournament itself. Even if he had not already pledged his time to the dance exhibition he would not have considered an audition; certainly he does not lack confidence in his martial arts skills, but pride and honour have never held any attraction for him as prizes, and he has never much seen the point in a fight without reward, be it spiritual or otherwise.

That said, he can and will appreciate the sheer artistry of the competition from the sidelines. When he is not busy rehearsing he can be found around the amphitheater, offering advice here and there, tending wounds that even that impressive Lunatian armor could not prevent with an Orb of Harmony bobbing like a balloon over his patient.

In between matches, competitors might also find him meditating quietly in the back room, mala chiming a silvery lullaby and radiating a sense of profound peace. Anyone who ventures close- especially those who seem nervous or tense- will be encouraged to join him.]

3. the beast;
[Clarity, for a moment, blindingly, transcendentally pure-- and then the night sky becomes a dissonant sonata of light and colour, and, bracelet or no bracelet, Zenyatta is left reeling while the city falls into reverent silence.

His first transformations had been subtle- so subtle that he had scarcely recognised them for what they were at all. Not so now. Metal shifts as if it were clay, his faceplate alight with almost-pain as from its outer edges a pair of long metal ears emerge seamlessly, as if they had always been there. His optic slits widen incrementally, vulpine and edged with scarlet until the effect is no longer sleepy but sultry, watchful. Fingertips lengthen into delicate claws, the base of his spinal column twinges, and in an instant he has a long grey tail, too, all soft synthetic fur.

And all at once, Zenyatta has nowhere to hide, and no escape into that quiet little hope that he would not be among the affected.

Tonight every little impulse beckons to him like a siren's song. There are so very many stimuli in the city, so many Moonblessed calling to him in ways that scramble his processor, unaccountable, biological; his body wants what it cannot comprehend, and it drives him beyond distraction and into sheer, untempered curiosity.

While he's nowhere near so moonstruck as those without any kind of protection, he's not quite in possession of himself either. So forgive him if he noses just a little too close for comfort, appearing as if from nowhere while his tail explores your waist of its own volition, or frightening you for the fun of it; he'll apologise without conviction, and you won't be able to rid yourself of his impolite interest easily. The desire to help those obviously struggling is strong, too, though with pheromones as enticing as Zenyatta's are- all incense and earth- he might do more harm than good as he leads you away from the crowds, or tends to your injuries.]

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[It might come as no surprise, but Gwendolyn had no intention of joining the dancing half of the celebration; the fighting tournament seemed like it would suit her a lot more, given past experiences, but...it wasn't long into the actual fighting that someone recruiting for dancers spotted how even while fighting, Gwendolyn may as well have been dancing. Quite elegantly, too! It's all the convincing they needed to approach her and try and talk her into it.

Of course, she insisted otherwise at first, but after a lot of talking she relented. She isn't sure why; maybe a part of her really did want to give it a try. Maybe it's just an excuse for her to allow herself to do it, mentally. Either way, when the parade is in full swing you might just spot her up there with everyone else participating. She's actually really good at it, too; the actual professionals with years of experience are obviously a cut above her, but she does an amazing job for a first try.

After it all, if you feel like approaching her it's...gonna be a job in and of itself. Still dressed in the dancer's garb with her hair down (complete with flower crown, naturally), she's currently got quite a few admirers crowded around her vying for her attention, which she doesn't seem too equipped to handle.]

I...thank you. I'm glad you—hm? No, I've never done anything like this before, I actually wanted to...a...what? a selfie? I'm sorry, I don't know what that is, but—

[When she spots someone she knows, she's definitely giving a "help" look. Otherwise, you oughta do it out of the kindness of your heart. The only crowd control she's good at is murder.]

2.

a.

[Still dressed in her dancer attire considering the attack happened on such short notice, Gwendolyn's immediately taken to defending surrounding civilians from the sudden invasion of bandits. There's currently one cerberus pinned to the ground with large, icy spears - clearly dead - but there are two more facing her down. It'd be much less of an issue if it weren't for the fact a small group of people are behind her, which she's evidently trying to protect. She can't fight as effectively with a whole group of people in tow to defend.]

...just stay behind me, no matter what. I won't let them get near you.

[If you're around to see this...little help?]

b.

[Alternatively, once she's free of any unwanted party members and changed back into her usual attire, Gwendolyn's not only trying to lend a hand in any way she can, but she's keeping an eye out for anybody affected by the moonblessings as well. She was responsible enough to keep a hold of her bracelet and you bet your ass once this is all over you're getting a scolding for not doing the same.]

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Kairi | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

Hifumi Togo | Persona 5 | OTA

Daihannya Nagamitsu | Touken Ranbu | OTA

Ren Suzugamori | Cardfight!! Vanguard (G)

mollymauk tealeaf • critical role

The Knight | Hollow Knight | OTA

Gladiolus Amicitia | FFXV | ota

Namine | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

Mikan Tsumiki | Super Danganronpa 2 | OTA

Lady || Devil May Cry

Xion | Kingdom Hearts

GERMANY | HETALIA | OTA

alisaie leveilleur / final fantasy xiv

Soundwave | Transformers IDW | OTA

North Italy ✰ Hetalia ✰ OTA

mamoru hijikata. uddup. COME AT ME

Atsushi Nakajima | Bungo Stray Dogs | OTA

Inuyasha | Inuyasha

Jeanne Alter | Fate | OTA

Dice Arisugawa | Hypnosis Mic | OTA

belias | original | ota

tekhartha zenyatta | overwatch | ota

Gwendolyn | Odin Sphere