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Entry tags:
- !cultist arc,
- !cultist arc | events,
- !cultist arc | npcs,
- aymeric de borel | final fantasy xiv,
- chikusa kakimoto | katekyo hitman reborn,
- d2 | alive,
- event log,
- ginia | original character,
- hibiki shikyoin | pripara,
- kairi | kingdom hearts,
- nia | xenoblade chronicles 2,
- obi | akagami no shirayukihime,
- romeo | romeo's blue skies,
- suzaku kururugi | code geass,
- yoon | akatsuki no yona,
- ω archer [emiya] | fate stay night,
- ω caster [ch chulainn] | fgo,
- ω emizel | disgaea 4,
- ω misaki yata | k,
- ω reisi munakata | k,
- ω ross | senyuu.,
- ω sha gojyo | saiyuki,
- ω son goku | saiyuki,
- ω tatara totsuka | k,
- ω yona | akatsuki no yona,
- ω zelda | loz: ocarina of time
29 - Autumn Leaves
Who: Everyone!
What: Uncover the remaining secrets of the mysterious forest.
When: Nov 29 - 30
Where: Chichibu National Park & the Central District
Summary: A heavily forested wilderness area in Chichibu National Park is attracting dangerous numbers of ayakashi, and Heaven's forces suspect that this might be the mortal forest that was connected to the Heavens in order to kidnap gods and shinki a few weeks ago.
Walk in the Woods
Mysterious Trees
Ayakashi Attacks
Autumn Leaf Viewing
In Summary:
What: Uncover the remaining secrets of the mysterious forest.
When: Nov 29 - 30
Where: Chichibu National Park & the Central District
Summary: A heavily forested wilderness area in Chichibu National Park is attracting dangerous numbers of ayakashi, and Heaven's forces suspect that this might be the mortal forest that was connected to the Heavens in order to kidnap gods and shinki a few weeks ago.
Walk in the Woods
- On the morning of the 29th, Heaven's messenger doves drop off small folded cards at the doors of every temple. The cards read,
- We believe that we have identified the location on the Near Shore where the human accomplices were working. As it is a large area, we offer you this information, in case you are able to assist us in searching for clues to the identity of the culprit. Please investigate with caution: there are reports of ayakashi in the area.
Attached is a map to a large national park in the Kanto region, with a section of the park cross-hatched in red pen. Anyone who goes to investigate the marked area will discover that it is heavily forested and contains about a mountain and a half; the ground is steep, muddy with autumn rain, and slick with dead leaves, though some red and orange colors are still grimly clinging to the branches overhead. Watch your step! The supernatural menace seems to have faded, but the purely natural hazards can do almost as much damage.
Heaven's forces, wearing white short jackets with gold chrysanthemum emblems over much more sensible jeans and hiking boots, can be seen here and there throughout the forest, searching for clues themselves. If somebody gets in a real jam, they might be willing to lend a hand.
Mysterious Trees
- Towards the center of the cross-hatched area, investigators may begin to see some familiar signs. Are those bits of torn-down spell papers still fluttering from nails driven into the trees? Vines and tree branches cut and broken by the hostage rescuers breaking through? Footprints, torn bits of black hooded cloaks... there are clues aplenty here.
There's something else, too: a mysterious presence still seems to haunt the forest. The trees might not move when anyone's watching, but it seems like they're in slightly different positions every time you look away and back. And what was that flicker of movement in the underbrush? Is there still someone here?!
Comment on the NPC REQUEST/CLUE SEARCH thread below to request specific details, or to go hunting for that mysterious presence.
Ayakashi Attacks
- There's more than one mysterious presence in these trees... and some of them are definitely not friendly. The forest's aura is unsettling and creepy enough to partially mask their approach, but ayakashi of all types and sizes seem to have been drawn here. Some wind along tree branches or soar through the air on fleshy, wide-spread wings. Others crawl or even burrow in the ground.
And all of them are excited at the possibility of a divine meal. Look out!
Autumn Leaf Viewing
- An area of the Central District planted with maple along a stone-walled canal has been decorated with hanging lanterns, comfortable spread mats and cushions, and an abundance of delicious food and drink on the afternoon of the 30th. Everyone is invited: new gods and old, those who helped investigate the Near Shore forest and those who didn't. For those who did investigate, though, one or two of the white-robed shinki who are helping with the party preparations and enjoying the food and drink themselves will take the opportunity to pull them aside and ask about their findings.
The party includes games as well as food and drink. Kites, poetry games, tag, hide-and-seek, card games and dice games are going on all over. There's even some determined board game and mahjong players who have brought their favorite game to the outdoor venue and are setting up on mats with immense care.
At one edge of the landscaped area where the party is being held, the ground slopes up, and is planted with a riot of bright gold, white and rust-red chrysanthemums. Like the ones that bloomed everywhere a few months ago, these flowers exude a sense of peace, confidence and security to anyone nearby, and especially those who pick the blooms to wear in their hair or their buttonhole.
In Summary:
- Investigate a wild forest
- Watch out for nasty trees
- Exorcise an ayakashi infestation
- Enjoy some hard-earned relaxation
- Have fun~
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She lifts a hand as she glances back to him, lightly covering his with her own.]
Are you implying your admiration is similarly infinite?
[She's toeing the line dangerously close to the things she normally dares not think about, but in this moment, with the cool breeze rustling a soft cascade of leaves from the trees and butterflies dancing in her stomach, she wonders instead:
What do I have to fear?]
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There are a few things that are truly infinite- [ If he had to name some, it would be a challenge. Time, for example, comes to mind, as well as some more cynical observations. But tonight no cynism is allowed, and he finds a lack of its presence to be incredibly refreshing.
"What could go wrong?" is not even a question. ]
-but that, that sounds like one of them. [ Even if she continues to doubt herself, and question her every move, he will repeat every time he recognizes the wisdom in her choices, he respects her determination, he believes in everything she could do and he loves those rare smiles she gives. They're close already, it's easy to go with a moment and that stupid, stupid heart, and just move few inches forward again. To close the gap between their lips. ]
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She remembers when they first met, two souls lost in a world neither of them belongs in, and he teased her and flustered her, but also encouraged her to join in on the activities she would have only watched wistfully from the sidelines otherwise. She remembers learning of the similarities in their mentors, the women who have undeniably shaped them into who they are today, and how quickly he had promised to be there if she were to ever be in danger. She remembers how he was, once in the cold darkness of the void and once with the moon hanging high above the forests of what would have been his homeland.
She remembers being furious with him. She remembers being devastated alongside him. She remembers being happy and safe and just a little bit lighter around him.
She remembers, "But I'll let you figure that out."
And she thinks she has.
Zelda has never been kissed before, and so there is some uncertainty inherent in her response. But she's not pulling away or pushing him back; her hand moves away from the one cupping her cheek to rest upon his shoulder, steadying herself as she presses back, tilting her head slightly and trying to mirror his movements to make up for her own inexperience.
Undeniably reciprocating.]
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Was it really that easy? All that dancing around unneeded, all that being careful unnecessary. Nothing to fear, nothing to worry for. Just them and the magical moment.
His stays on her cheek, it's a good place to be- but the other hand that carefully weaves it's way into her hair. Brushing by her ear as he tries to not get tangled into the flower crown and find a spot to rest at the nape of her neck. He marvels at the softness of her hair as it moves, he marvels at the softness of her lips against his.
How did it turn this way? When? He remembers a time when she teleported over at the Near Shore about ten feet in the air and he was there to catch her. How she teased him over a cat-toy.
How determined she was when her biggest enemy appeared and was thrown in role of her shinki. Everything she left behind in her kingdom, being thrown here by unknown forces
How much he didn't want to see her die in that void, because if there is some damn justice and fairness in the world, that's the moment when it should work and prevent that from happening.
Does it really matter where he started caring for her so much? Not really, the moment here and now is more important. The kiss is slow, and gentle and like if it was never to end. But it has to eventually.
Like everything. ]
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But then, her heartbeat isn't that steady right now, is it? She feels his hand brush against her ear and his fingers tickle at the nape of her neck, and they send tingles down her spine that she notes to be surprisingly pleasant. As is the kiss itself, of course; he's warm and soft and slow and gentle, and her fingers curl into the fabric at his shoulder as she considers how this is so much nicer than she thought it would be.
Eventually, someone's got to breathe, though, and as they part she lets out a shaky exhale, her hooded gaze lingering on his lips for a moment longer before glancing back up to meet his eyes. She simply stares at him like that for another moment, starstruck, and maybe in another time and place, that's when the past and the future would have descended upon her demanding answers in their twin voices, what about your duty? what about his? what about your strength? what about Archer? what about what about what about--
But, for now, the present exists.
And she smiles, a girlish, beaming grin, giggling lightly as she finally allows it to sink in.
He likes me!]
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This is like feeling alive all over again. Servants are creatures of battlefield and wishes, but if your only wish is to fight for the sake of it, it's fulfilled as soon Grail helps the magus to bring you forth to this one again.
But this is different, this is like once again having something worth fighting for. Duty, purpose, sense, tad bit more complicated and more personal than the eternal dueling. Funny, he would never wish for a second life, should he got the hands on the Grail, but here he is, being granted one anyway.
He moves closer again, touching their foreheads together. Hand on her neck barely moving, fingers drawing circles incredibly slow. He returns the smile, with a sheepish one of his own. The beaming grin of her being the best reward he could ever get. ]
Hey...
[ Very eloquent conversation starter, but the warm tone might be just enough ]
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[Zelda responds in kind, softly, with equal warmth and eloquence. Her typical levels of articulateness seem utterly beyond her right now; she cannot imagine being able to maintain that graceful and formal standard when her breath keeps being stolen away every time Caster shifts his fingers. When her heart feels like it's going to beat out of her chest at the sound of his voice. When her soul feels too big for her body to contain when she looks into his eyes.
It's intoxicating - this giddy, bubbly kind of happiness - more so than any potion or drink. And it will be hell when she crashes, but for now she's content to ride the high.]
That was nice.
[Truly next level conversation happening here, yes.]
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[ He wholeheartedly agrees with this assessment. His smile wide and just simply happy. No hint of teasing, sarcasm, or just generalized bullshit. The wistfulness, however, hides in the tone of his voice ]
We should do this again. [ Hopefully more often. Hopefully- ha ha. Why can't time just stop still in an exact moment like this? Getting trapped for eternity anywhere sounds like a terrifying deal, but getting trapped for an unspecified longer time here, doesn't sound like a bad deal. Have her laugh ring and sing around. ]
Maybe I can figure out how to make it nicer but- [ He gestures at the flowers around them and his face drops into a slight embarrassment ] -topping that setting will take a while.
[ There, he admitted it. He can't win with a garden like that. But for seeing her starstruck and happy - that's the word, right? - he will keep trying. ]
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Sparkling blue eyes are only torn away from his own crimson ones by the feel of his hand leaving her skin to gesture at the flowers, and she sighs with a touch of amusement.]
Yes, well. [She looks back to him, open and warm.] Fortunately, I am not as demanding as the Queen of Flowers is.
[So it'll be fine. Probably.]
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Caster' hand travels to her shoulder, where it can rest, albeit fingers might not be staying still. Tapping, or drawing shapes occasionally. He tilts his head to rest against hers, only to move his face and have his lips completely accidentally brush against her ear-
He still lives, but even if he didn't it would be worth it. ]
Princess.
[ He says ]
Zelda.
[ He whispers ]
Demanding or not, I'd shower you with flowers the moment you'll wish for it.
[ "Runes did it" is the best explanation ever ]
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Zelda.
It's not as though no one calls her by her name in this strange world they've found themselves in, but not him. Never him, not unless it's incredibly important, and the idea that this - whatever this is - is somehow on the same level as that ultimately fruitless attempted contracting seems to set every fiber of her being alight. Fitting, probably, given his affinity to fire. But it's also altogether much more sensual than she entirely knows how to deal with, even under the soothing influence of the chrysanthemums (though a wilder part of her imagination does wonder what it might be like if he were to put just a little more weight against her shoulders, pressing her down to lay against the cushioned mat beneath her--), and so it takes her a moment of simply breathing and willing the dryness from her throat to find her voice again.]
I... I understand, Cú Chulainn.
[She understands a great deal now, she thinks.]