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Open + Closed prompts/ Catch all
♥ Who: Pyra and YOU, also some various
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Around the entire month of december
♥ What: open log, some closed prompts
♥ Rating: nothing above PG so far
A: It's a Hat
[ For those who have met Pyra, they may probably recall that a golden headband set with a peculiar crystal usually sits atop her hair. Today that isn't the case. Instead, she appears to have swapped the accessory with something a little-- rather, a lot different: a hat. Not just any hat, but a flat-brimmed western, of which some may recognize belonging to another resident of the town.
It's too big for her head, and in accordance with the fickle weather of the city, a gust of wind blows the hat right off. ] ...Ah!
[ It's flying right at you, too. Catch it? Or, even if you don't, she will, sprinting and leaping past you to ensure that it does not touch the ground. This hat is important! Very important! She's not going to let it become damaged if she can help it. Whether you or she manages to save it from a fall, she breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling at you as she straightens up, tossing her hair. ] ...Thank goodness. That was a close one. [ Then, a polite bow. ] I'm sorry about that.
B: Wacky Weather
[ The weather is just... weird. And cold, very cold in this particular district, which may or may not be the most important district because it is the shopping district. But look at her, still dressed in the same outfit as ever! She's currently peering into one of the shops... There's a scarf. A very fluffy scarf on one of the mannequins that she's staring at.
Aaaaand since she's unnaturally warm and doesn't need it, she turns away from it only to spot..... you, at which point her eyes widen and she draws a quick breath, making her way over. Don't mind her, quickly reaching for both of your hands to take into hers, warming them with the unnatural heat of her touch. ]
Oh, no, you look almost frostbitten...
[ Guiding your hands up further, she brings them up to her mouth where she blows onto them gently, then rubbing her hands quickly over yours. ] Better?
C: Wildcard
[ yo hmu if u have any ideas for py here! she can be found lotsa places around the city, from the gardens to the zoo to looking at motorcycles/cars, to cafes. pm or pp![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
drinksteapots me for plotting, or surprise me here! ]
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Around the entire month of december
♥ What: open log, some closed prompts
♥ Rating: nothing above PG so far
A: It's a Hat
[ For those who have met Pyra, they may probably recall that a golden headband set with a peculiar crystal usually sits atop her hair. Today that isn't the case. Instead, she appears to have swapped the accessory with something a little-- rather, a lot different: a hat. Not just any hat, but a flat-brimmed western, of which some may recognize belonging to another resident of the town.
It's too big for her head, and in accordance with the fickle weather of the city, a gust of wind blows the hat right off. ] ...Ah!
[ It's flying right at you, too. Catch it? Or, even if you don't, she will, sprinting and leaping past you to ensure that it does not touch the ground. This hat is important! Very important! She's not going to let it become damaged if she can help it. Whether you or she manages to save it from a fall, she breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling at you as she straightens up, tossing her hair. ] ...Thank goodness. That was a close one. [ Then, a polite bow. ] I'm sorry about that.
B: Wacky Weather
[ The weather is just... weird. And cold, very cold in this particular district, which may or may not be the most important district because it is the shopping district. But look at her, still dressed in the same outfit as ever! She's currently peering into one of the shops... There's a scarf. A very fluffy scarf on one of the mannequins that she's staring at.
Aaaaand since she's unnaturally warm and doesn't need it, she turns away from it only to spot..... you, at which point her eyes widen and she draws a quick breath, making her way over. Don't mind her, quickly reaching for both of your hands to take into hers, warming them with the unnatural heat of her touch. ]
Oh, no, you look almost frostbitten...
[ Guiding your hands up further, she brings them up to her mouth where she blows onto them gently, then rubbing her hands quickly over yours. ] Better?
C: Wildcard
[ yo hmu if u have any ideas for py here! she can be found lotsa places around the city, from the gardens to the zoo to looking at motorcycles/cars, to cafes. pm or pp
for carl
Hm.
She tilts her head to the side, looking at the (admittedly quite luxurious) head of chestnut with which he's been blessed. Her lips part slightly as if she has things to say, but then she appears to decide the better of them. In the end, she smiles and shakes her head, stepping over to him. ] ...Here.
[ If he's willing, she'll take his hand and lead him to a seat in her townhouse. ] Let me... comb it a little bit first, [ Just a little! ] and then you can put on my headband, mm?
[ He has to look nice, okay. ]
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She can ask questions, he'd definitely answer them since they're the only two people around. He at least brushes it in the morning, but past that? ....nahhh.
He lets her guide him to the chair and he sits obediently, waiting. ]
Sorry it's messy. The gauze gets in the way sometimes.
[ His little sister wasn't quite the age to wear things in her hair back home, so he had no practice in it. ]
I might have to ask for help with that.
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Right. Of course. He must have re-do it every day... ]
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...Do you wish to keep it on, then, or would you mind me undoing it just for now?
I promise not to look. [ --At his scars, if he's self-conscious of them. ]
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for somnus
Oh! You're back. Come look! [ She greets him with the smile that she always gives him upon his return, genuine and enthusiastic-- but observant, always observant. There is something new she has to show him. If he carries nothing else within his hands, she'll be taking his to lead over to the living room.
Closer now, he might notice that some of the whites and deeper greys have been fashioned into the same sort of tunic he happens to wear. A sizable sewing kit sits open on the low table in front of the couch, with one of the needles lodged carefully into a pin cushion to the side. ]
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Taking in the variety of colors spread across the room, another moment passes before he recognizes the cut in the bunch that’s already been altered. She's making clothing, which have likely been inspired by what he wears indoors. Somnus turns his head to Pyra. ]
These are not for the gods.
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Can you guess for whom they are?
[ She knows that he knows, but still she can't help the playful question. Her excitement translates to few happy swigs of their joined hands. ]
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oh no i fell down and got lost LET'S TRY AGAIN!?
Except she'd come this way today, to peek into a certain shop again along the way. She was doing that right now, nose practically pressed against the glass as she peered into its dark and completely empty interior. There was! Nothing there! Nothing there at all!
Yet she kept coming to look at it.
It was very easy to be distracted from nothing though, especially with such a bright and warm distraction suddenly warming hands. Vianca had to blink a bit at this sudden warmth gracing her chilly fingers.]
Oh...! [Still very quiet, but it's! A little louder this time! A little.] Yes...! You are very warm.
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She giggles gently, beginning to lead along the walkway. The weather is still cold, but surely if they make their way down further, the domain of frost may turn into something more bearable. ]
Let's get you indoors, alright?
[ Ushering the girl along, she'll be keeping an eye out for any welcoming storefronts. ]
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Vianca very naturally followed after Pyra, falling in step with her with little prompting. They were following the way towards all the inhabited storefronts, leaving behind the quiet empty ones that Vianca gave one last little glance.]
Ah, if you'd like!
[A lot of these shops sure were for repairs and other robobits. Which, while making perfect sense, were not the most conducive to Hanging Out.]
How are you?
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for doudanuki
Doudanuki!
Which god did you choose? If you're not busy, let's meet at their temple. :)
[ And for whenever he eventually responds, he'll find there upon the temple steps, standing up when she sees him come into view. Greeting him with a smile, she waves with one hand. In her other is a basket, its contents obscured with cloth. ]
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Huh.
It takes Doudanuki a little while to respond mostly because he had no idea that this thing could send messages specifically for him. Eventually though, Pyra will get this reply (and probably regret it).]
didnt choose
got diackt? deact? daugct? the wite bird
that 1
not buzy b there sun
soon
wut is the :) mean? is that a shield??
[That was a pretty good text as far as he's concerned. It doesn't take him long after sending the message to head over to where his temple is located. Unlike the previous times they've met, he has his vessel with him, the sword resting against his shoulder, and he's carrying a red helmet with a split down its center under one arm. But just like every other time she's seen him, he arrives in full armor like always. It's almost as if he doesn't have any other clothes. ..probably because he doesn't.
When he spots her, Doudanuki nods his head in greeting and approaches, raising an eyebrow at the basket.]
Do you need a bodyguard to protect your cargo?
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Then, him.
He truly looks like he’s going to be riding off to battle, and that he’s fully accepted he might not be returning. While she supposes that knowing the city can be attacked once more, his preparedness seemed almost excessive. Nonetheless, she smiles at him. His armor is clearly customized to him, and he wears it effortlessly. Both the helmet and the sword appear decorated in such a way they seem almost artisan. He carries both with pride, as if they are treasures tried and true.
But she blinks at him when he speaks, bringing a free hand up to her lips to cover her mouth as she giggles. ]
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[ So either tie that sword to your back or put on that helmet to lend her one! ]
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However, there are certain aspects to their physiology that make cold temperatures slightly more impactful, such as the lack of body hair, for one. Another would be their signature Auri traits: scales, horns, and tails.
These features all take longer to warm up than their flesh, and without the benefit of warm blood just beneath the surfact to maintain temperature, they also grow cold again more quickly. Perhaps it is different for Xaela, with their scales so ebony dark and greedy to absorb the sunlight of their homeland, but for Era, as a Raen, it is an unfortunate fact of her life.
Also unfortunate is how she loathes covering her fingers, horns, and tail, regardless of temperature. Anything to cover her horns may muffle the world around her in ways more than just aural — spatial awareness suffers as well, and if combined with a tail tucked beneath the warmth of a thick coat she would have very little balance indeed.
Half-gloves are adequate enough for her, leaving enough dexterity to defend herself and others in combat, while also providing some measure of warmth. It is also not difficult to line them with small shards of fire crystals, when home in Eorzea where such things can be found aplenty.
Add in her general height (smaller even than the average, already diminutive Auri woman) and almost painfully slight form, devoid of much body fat to provide insulation...
In short, there are many things that work against Era and her battle with the growing cold of Havenwell.
Fortunately, however, Era is in possession of a Significant Other who has made her a few small things in recent weeks. Under the jacket she tailored herself she wears a thick, warm sweater Created by Hades. So too are the half-gloves she wears made by him. The warmth in her breast at these chronic reminders of him is also a boon when facing the cold outdoors.
She has no real need of a scarf when Ardbert works wonders at keeping her neck adequately above-freezing. And the Carbuncle at her side is carefully constructed with the latent aether of Ifrit, allowing it to keep most of the chill away from her legs (provided it stays near her heels).
All of this is still not enough to keep her warm during a brief squall of extreme cold, courtesy of Havenwell's unreliable weather patterns. Carbuncle presses closer to her, ruby-red fur softly glowing with warmth that does not quite reach her.
Reluctantly, Era twists so that she can tug the hem of her jacket away from her rear enough to pull her tail back inside. Immediately she coils it around a thigh, and immediately she shivers at the chill of it. She will give the weather five minutes before making a strategic withdrawal. The hunt for things with which to decorate her residence for the Starlight Celebration can wait another day if need be (so too the hunt for fabric to make Hades a properly tailored outfit in a style more befitting him).
Preoccupied as she is with making sure she is bolstered against this cold Era does not notice Pyra's presence until she is upon her, hands grasping her own. In any other situation Era would respond as she is wont to do — recoiling away as politely as possible, avoiding unwanted, unnecessary contact. But the warmth of the woman-child's hands is all she can focus on for the moment (not even that faint feeling of odd she tends to sense on her is enough to distract from the basic, primal need for warmth).
Of course, the moment her hands are lifted near the woman-child's mouth Era snaps to attentiveness and retracts her hands, drawing them to her chest and tucking them within her sleeves. Only so many of her honed instincts are willingly overlooked in the face of heat, and mouths are something she has no desire for any part of her to be near (unless, of course, said mouth belongs to one particular soul). ]
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[ Yes, of course. Maybe that was too much. Sometimes she can't help herself; when she sees someone hurting, it's just an instinct to try to help-- especially, as it seems that even a thick coat and two animals (well, one spirit-like and the other about her leg) huddled in close do not seem to do much for her. ]
You're frigid. [ With fright and worry for her clearly written into her expression, she motions westward along the walkway. ] The weather... I believe it clears up further down. Let's get you there, okay?
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[ It's the truth, of course, for she does not lie. The difference in Havenwell is the lack of resources she so cleverly put to use in her own world. So while accustomed, she is certainly not adapted.
And so she begins moving stiffly in the direction Pyra motioned. The district is large enough that she likely would have made her way there regardless, so changing course a bit sooner than expected is no inconvenience. ]
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for Verstael
Within minutes he'll hear the buzzer resound at his residence. Despite the cooler weather, she wears neither hat nor coat, although her greeting does come with a polite wave... And, of course, her hand extended to him for him to take. Might as well get right to the point. ]
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While he might not be... typical, he knew well enough how to behave himself. One didn't get allies by being needlessly rude to people offering help. Demanding he was. Inept he wasn't.
He followed by letting his hand slide away and taking a step back to invite her in. While the home was the same townhouse everyone had, this one had clearly undergone revisions. More desks. Shelves. Scrap metal being twisted into some sort of cage or rib-like structure in the corner. Carcasses of spider monsters on the desk - one opened and thoroughly examined. Lab equipment and paperwork about. It felt more like a lab than a home - but perhaps that was just the sort of place that felt like home to him.]
I have some things to analyze more closely. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.
[Closing the door behind her when she entered, he moved straight to the desk with the dissected spider, where he had a microscope set up and got straight to looking at some hairs that were placed on it. All the while he made no particular attempt to touch her.]
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He’s partaken of a modest meal and freshened up to ruminate on the couch, clad in one of the tunics she fashioned for him, when the door opens. Craning his neck toward the entrance, he stands. ]
Hail, Pyra.
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Now she only makes her way straight to him, reaching for one of his hands with both of hers. Her grip is strong, for once, as if the added firmness is to ensure that he is indeed there.
Her brow is furrowed, her gaze lowered. She’s focused upon holding his hand. Touch. This is the most important concept in this world, the most important force. She mustn’t forget that. And should they all adhere to it, the more they give to restore this world, perhaps the gods will be satisfied and the sooner others might return to their worlds.
She is thankful, that she has met someone as dedicated as she is to this endeavor.
Pyra whispers her greeting in return, her voice notably lacking the cheer and enthusiasm from before. Her touch softens, as if she’s let some of the tension leave her now that she is in familiar company with the same goals. This? This is comforting, in a way. ]
Good evening, Somnus.
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for honerva
[ Murmuring this, Pyra reaches up her hand to the shield before her. Glimmering beneath her touch, the field feels like static against the construct of her skin, tingling as softly yet fibrously as the brush of a cat's tail. It is energy made solid, somehow. Its surface feels as smooth as glass, but as she runs her fingers down to a weakened area of it, the glass-like surface turns porous, warm.
She closes her eyes for a moment., and a few more seconds pass before her brow furrows and--
Nothing. Alone, she may not discern the intricacies of this barrier. ] There is something more to this, but... [ A pause, a frown. ]
I cannot do so alone.
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At the question, her attention returns to Pyra. She had been waiting for her to make her own assessments, not wanting to risk any interference with what she might have grasped on her own. ]
... Indeed. What do you require?
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It's just such a shame that his expression is wearily blank, although the confession before Rawna has all but confirmed that he retains his humanity and love. She does not know how to help him.
Yet, somehow, while they might satisfy the gods with only the barest of touches, today has somehow found them with her upon the couch and his head is rested upon her lap. For the time they've been resting here late in the evening, she's been working on something quiet small that she seems to be hiding from him, sewing in peaceful quiet to allow him to rest in the meantime. When she's finished, she sets down her needle and thread, and her fingers warmly dust over his forehead, brushing back some of his hair. ]
Somnus... I've finished. [ She leans forward just a bit, bringing the object into his view. What has she finished? A falcon cap, embroidered with his line's emblem. ]
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His eyes flutter open as he rouses from his slumber at the sound of her voice. Recognizing the object in her hands at once, Somnus raises one of his to hover near it, but doesn't move to take possession of the hood just yet. He delays answering to scrutinize the design. ]
Lucis.
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