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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

drinksteapots me for plotting, or surprise me here! ]

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[ She's found them out. Now lock her in a boat and sink it into the depths of the sea to keep the truth a secret.

But Noctis would know the answer to that best. From what Somnus witnessed inside the ring, he has one piece of the miraculous puzzle. ]

The Oracle was called upon to lend her aid. That is all I know.

[ Gladly, where does she sign? She'll be the first to board.

Her gaze drops from his. ]

May I ask... [ Her fingers adjust slightly within his. ] if a cure was found... are you among those who would seek to change the past... or future?

[ If he didn't read that entry on the network, he'd think the question to have come from nowhere. His hand remains slack around hers. For better or worse, he did, which staves off any potential surprise it might have introduced. ]

It does not fall on me to change the past or future—only to ensure that the latter comes to pass.

[ He has oft mentioned being something of the ward of the future, and it is obvious that he currently safeguards the one that even might bring harm to his own family.

She also does not know if he's read that post, of what he may know where her position lies. Changing the future is a gods' power.

Yet with all of that talk upon that post of changing it-- she recalls Noctis' words, that he will not fight his family on whatever their choice is. If Somnus' position is ultimately the the same--

But before she says anything at all, she must know if he wishes to continue this topic. ] Would you hear my words, Somnus? [ His hand is slack in hers. But hers holds his ever more tightly. ] It is alright, if you do not wish to.

[ This is a dangerous topic. Nobody should be entertaining the thought of altering the timeline. Now Pyra wishes to speak on the matter, and Somnus has his reservations about where that will go. Surprisingly, she seeks his permission. He also notes the tension around his hand.]

Very well.

[ Although he doesn't specify, it's clear that he means to assent. ]

[ Verstael has told her of the Starscourge. It seems that, as a disease, it would not be impossible to extract it in principle, but if all of the gods of his world needed to create this prophecy to rid his world of it, it is best not to underestimate it. This has not stopped others from theorizing ways in which they might usurp this divine plan with machinations of their own; even if mortal, it seems like drafts of plans are already in motion. They seek a power to change fate; it's not a king's power, as she had told Noctis, but that of a god.

She keeps in mind: he loves his brother, and she had told him that he should still love him as he does, that what he feels is good. Who knows if his heart will be swayed to join his family. So, her tone is careful. She offers no telling of what position he should take, but merely caution. ] Should a cure, or an alternative be found to whatever fate is in store...

Whether you or another may use it may drastically change your world. [ For better or for worse, especially if it is used in someone's past. ] ....But if-- [ She swallows. ]

If you decide to pursue it... for the sake of those lives that may be altered in your world, you ought also seek something that may divine that alternate future, to ensure that the path you've chosen is not worse than the original. [ In short, another gods' power.

And if there is no better way, she hopes he will pursue maintaining the original future, as terrible as it sounds. Hope. This is all she can give him-- even if she sorely, sorely wishes to give him more. Thus, she ends with another apology. ]

I... wish for the best for you, and your family, I truly do. But I also wish the best for your world. I am--... sorry, Somnus. [ At last she turns. ] ...But I could not not say that any longer and continue to have the privilege of holding your hand.

[ Now that he knows her feelings on this, it should be his choice to leave or stay; she had felt like she was lying to him. ]

[ "Something that may divine that alternate future." Like Mythra?

He doesn't say it, of course. He isn't meant to know, and it's not for him to take advantage of this knowledge. Rather, it bolsters his belief about the hazards of manipulating events already set in stone. Even if Pyra and Mythra can glimpse the future, they themselves know full well the danger they pose; he can't consciously subject his world to them.

Through it all, he maintains an aloof mien. When she finishes with an apology and explanation, he's quiet.

The path he's chosen, she says. He's walked the one path for all of his existence, and it was never his choice despite what he thought. But that path will dispel the darkness and restore the Light. If there's another way that demands fewer sacrifices, it's riddled with far too many risks. The cost of salvation is not cheap.

He doesn't so much as budge an inch. Holding his hand is no privilege, and the simple truth is that what's good for his family isn't good for the world. In the end, he settles the topic with this: ]

The future is too precious to be squandered on uncertainties. I do not require your apology.

[ She worries for a moment more, and her expression shows it-- she wishes to say more, to remind him that although the future may be, he is... entitled to all of his feelings.

But then she thinks to what happened at Rawna's temple, and-- ]

[ She draws in a breath, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, she smiles.

To wish his family well, only to believe that the world is greater and she would choose it over them, too, would be duplicitous. Yet it seems he.... understands, even if she sorely wishes he would see otherwise regarding compassion.

Her hold on his hand loosens, but remains upon his. ]

In the present, you can still feel. [ Sadness, grief. Love. Especially here, where his world's future has no part. She inclines her head. On that note, ] ....Are you hungry? Or... would you like to be alone right now?

[ His expression is aloof. She feels as if she's offended in some way. ]

[ The concern is writ on her face. She disagrees with something he's said, but she paints a smile over the expression of worry. There's a shift in her hand, seemingly to release him from contact, and Somnus stays again.

He doesn't hunger, nor does he have pressing matters to attend to as of now. After some thought, the severity of his expression lessens and he rises while holding onto her hand. ]

Can you make drinks?

...Drinks?

[ She rises with him, hand still held in his. Like alcoholic ones... ]

Of what kind?

[ Ew, wine. ]

Those that stimulate the body. I would trial them with my power.

[ Now it sounds like he's talking about some kinda drug--

Oh, but she perks up at that. More of a chance to see his power in action? And this is something that he's offering to show her instead of her asking?!

Someone pinch her. ]

Tell me what help need, and I will give. [ A small, hopeful smile forms. ]

[ Caffeine pills.

He leads them toward the kitchen counter. It's fine if they end up having to go out and buy drinks. But if she can make one or two, that's convenient for experimenting right now. ]

Make what you are able. The effects are not obvious.

[ Different drinks produce different effects. The greater variety she makes, the better. ]

[ With a few glasses brought up on the counter, she grabs hold of the replicator and makes--

One is plain water. Another is orange juice. Apple juice. Pomegranate juice. She looks at him for further instruction...

He had he can imbue them with some of his power. As for seeing how, she awaits. ]

[ Her part is done, at least for now. Skipping the water, Somnus wraps his hand around the glass of orange juice and concentrates. His power rushes into the glass' contents, bathing them in blue before dispersing into particles. He repeats the process with the apple and pomegranate juices. ]

The nature of the drink determines its effect. As these are made from fruits, their properties are likely to be curative.

[ What's wrong with water...--- Okay, what is he doing, there's a flash of light and he's--

Doing exactly as he says, imbuing them with his power. ] That's... amazing. [ She moves forwarding, shifting her hand from his to his shoulder instead as she leans further to inspect the drinks.

However, "...Likely to be curative." Does he not know for certain, she wonders, or is she reading too much into his words. Is it trial-and-error? Or maybe he never infused magic into pomegranate before. She turns her sight from the potions back to him, gaping. ]

Somnus, you can... heal others. [ And that is more than Pyra herself could ever do. ]

[ Water is perfect and does not need a magical makeover in its composition.

It remains to be seen if that's amazing. Both of them are quite healthy, so there's no way to test for the drinks' curative functions. Somnus lifts the glass of orange juice and peers into it. He can, however, trial to see if something else took to each drink. ]

The drink heals. I merely enhance what is already there.

[ She watches him take one of the drinks and inspect it... She follows suit, picking up the apple juice.

He seems so serious... And-- "merely"? He's also diminishing his own talent! ] What sort of world do you come from... that something like this isn't incredible?

[ Smiling pleasantly, she raises the glass. ] Shall we test them together?

[ The sort of world where he shouldn't take more credit than he's due.

He tips the glass toward her, then brings the rim to his lips. As for Pyra, the juice tastes the same as any other she's made in the past. But if there should be an effect that can apply here and now, she'll feel it course through her body as soon as the drink enters her system. ]

[ No answer on the first part. Nonetheless, she smiles. ] Cheers.

[ With that tiny toast towards him, she takes the first sip and-- ]

--Oh!

[ Setting the glass down, her free hand quickly goes to her lips.

She feels the magic as soon as it passes through her, the contents of the potion instantly deconstructed and absorbed by the energy already within her. It feels as if, somehow, instead of a hug around her shoulders or a pat on the back, she's feeling it within her, interacting with her energy.

It feels fuzzy, warm, but there is also his magic there, based in divinity and modified to be restorative, curative, and... nice. ]

[ She breaks into an excited smile, looking at him. ]

I.. don't know how to describe it, but it has a delightful effect! Curative, you said?

[ Only half of his attention is on her reaction. The rest is devoted to the orange juice, which he savors—not for its taste, but for its effect—as he sets the glass down. He can't tell. What's certain, though, is that it won't serve as a restorative. ]

Perhaps. Neither of us has taken ill. Ascertaining the exact effect will take some time.

[ ....So it truly is that he doesn’t know exactly what effects these drinks have. That does not stop her from continuing to beam at both him and these drinks. ] Perhaps...

There is a way to read into how your magic has taken effect.

[ Maybe Mythra can attempt to analyze it... ]

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