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eternalshieldWho: Zeno + Open (Most prompts)
What: Do you prefer your Yellow Dragon Original or Extra-Crispy? Or shopping?
When: Initially September 20 (post-event, late night), Sept. 21
Where: Yona's temple + other places, too!
Summary: Zeno's been canon updated. He also needs new clothes.
i. 9/20: Closed to Yoon & people who happen to be in or at Yona's temple.
[Zeno staggered. Steam and smoke rose from his body, charred fabric streamed down from his limbs, and nearly invisible in the darkness of night, he stumbled. His skin was black with ash and he cried out when his badly-burned hands touched the ground.
He looked up, and beneath the moon, here before him... some structure...
There shouldn't be any building still left standing, he thought; he held up the foundation until the foundation was all that was left. The flames had only just died down enough for him to pass through them, and the searing sharpness of the pain was clouding his thoughts more than he was accustomed to. It wasn't passing and healing the way he'd come to rely on. The distance... the distance from Hiryuu Palace... it slowed the healing down, and with the fire re-burning him before his body could fully heal the damage, yet still healing fast enough that he couldn't lose consciousness from smoke inhalation or go into shock to block his mind from perceiving or remembering the true extent of the pain...
Yet here he is, on his knees, wincing in pain, looking up at...]
Hiryuu Palace... grant me strength.
[The sight was entirely wrong... too far... and yet perfectly right, because he knows he was welcome here, too, in the recent past...
He collapses, then, a loud THUMP resounding from the impact... even as the burned-black skin starts to give way to the brilliant gold of the dragon's scales.]
ii. 9/21: Open
[...not really enjoying wearing borrowed clothes, since his all burned to ash, Zeno tugs and ruffles at his hair restlessly. Nothing to hold it back, and nothing to hang his pendant on, it dangles and glimmers from around his neck, catching all the light and clearly visible even looking him dead (ha) in the face.
He pulls a pair of flipflops off an outside display in front of a department store, and sighs.]
Zeno never liked the sort of sandals that led to cold feet, but beggars and choosers and such things...
[Back down they go. He isn't begging today!]
The year's going to turn soon! Maybe there's furs inside! And wool! Cashmere, from the far lands...! Aaaah, the warm things!
iii. 9/21: Open
[...but warmer still! There's a nice cafe, and Zeno has taken to handing hot drinks out to anyone passing by. He's really enthusiastic about this one! It's the chocolate! With fresh mint!
But some of those crows, man! With all the self-preservational skills of someone who has never once cared about self-preservation, Zeno steps on a briny, prickly chesnut, and tosses his last two cups of hot chocolate in the air.
He glances up right before they begin to fall back down--]
Not another bur--
[--and spill over his head, causing him to yell out in pain and try to get his long clothes off before the hot liquid soaks them and burns his skin.]
iv. 9/21: Open
[Pursuing the crow ayakashi, Zeno is teetering on the edge of a one-story building. He's not especially coordinated, but he's doing better than some of the non-athletic humans trying to climb up and join their inky feathered overlords.]
Don't you want to go inside where it's warm~?
[He ruffles the edges of his new scarf down at them, in a shooing motion.]
There's nothing up here but cold wind and colder hearts...!
What: Do you prefer your Yellow Dragon Original or Extra-Crispy? Or shopping?
When: Initially September 20 (post-event, late night), Sept. 21
Where: Yona's temple + other places, too!
Summary: Zeno's been canon updated. He also needs new clothes.
i. 9/20: Closed to Yoon & people who happen to be in or at Yona's temple.
[Zeno staggered. Steam and smoke rose from his body, charred fabric streamed down from his limbs, and nearly invisible in the darkness of night, he stumbled. His skin was black with ash and he cried out when his badly-burned hands touched the ground.
He looked up, and beneath the moon, here before him... some structure...
There shouldn't be any building still left standing, he thought; he held up the foundation until the foundation was all that was left. The flames had only just died down enough for him to pass through them, and the searing sharpness of the pain was clouding his thoughts more than he was accustomed to. It wasn't passing and healing the way he'd come to rely on. The distance... the distance from Hiryuu Palace... it slowed the healing down, and with the fire re-burning him before his body could fully heal the damage, yet still healing fast enough that he couldn't lose consciousness from smoke inhalation or go into shock to block his mind from perceiving or remembering the true extent of the pain...
Yet here he is, on his knees, wincing in pain, looking up at...]
Hiryuu Palace... grant me strength.
[The sight was entirely wrong... too far... and yet perfectly right, because he knows he was welcome here, too, in the recent past...
He collapses, then, a loud THUMP resounding from the impact... even as the burned-black skin starts to give way to the brilliant gold of the dragon's scales.]
ii. 9/21: Open
[...not really enjoying wearing borrowed clothes, since his all burned to ash, Zeno tugs and ruffles at his hair restlessly. Nothing to hold it back, and nothing to hang his pendant on, it dangles and glimmers from around his neck, catching all the light and clearly visible even looking him dead (ha) in the face.
He pulls a pair of flipflops off an outside display in front of a department store, and sighs.]
Zeno never liked the sort of sandals that led to cold feet, but beggars and choosers and such things...
[Back down they go. He isn't begging today!]
The year's going to turn soon! Maybe there's furs inside! And wool! Cashmere, from the far lands...! Aaaah, the warm things!
iii. 9/21: Open
[...but warmer still! There's a nice cafe, and Zeno has taken to handing hot drinks out to anyone passing by. He's really enthusiastic about this one! It's the chocolate! With fresh mint!
But some of those crows, man! With all the self-preservational skills of someone who has never once cared about self-preservation, Zeno steps on a briny, prickly chesnut, and tosses his last two cups of hot chocolate in the air.
He glances up right before they begin to fall back down--]
Not another bur--
[--and spill over his head, causing him to yell out in pain and try to get his long clothes off before the hot liquid soaks them and burns his skin.]
iv. 9/21: Open
[Pursuing the crow ayakashi, Zeno is teetering on the edge of a one-story building. He's not especially coordinated, but he's doing better than some of the non-athletic humans trying to climb up and join their inky feathered overlords.]
Don't you want to go inside where it's warm~?
[He ruffles the edges of his new scarf down at them, in a shooing motion.]
There's nothing up here but cold wind and colder hearts...!
