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hugtopia_logs2019-12-01 12:13 pm
iustaegis) wrote in hugtopia_logs2019-12-01 12:13 pm
Entry tags:
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
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♥ 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
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As for his question, she shakes her head. He had been the one she had told Honerva to inform if anything had happened to her while they would investigate the barrier, if only because she lives with him. But as for anyone else... ] I have no family here.
[ Moving the hell away from that topic, she looks to the potions. ] How many of these can you make... and carry?
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As many as there are containers for them. I can carry ten at most.
[ During the repair of the wall, he noticed that his Armiger was limited in the amount of things he could store. Combined with the essentials and what he can carry on his person, ten seems a reasonable estimate. ]
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And then her eyes raise to him. Why only ten? ]
Er, only ten?
[ Like, surely they can bring, oh she doesn't know, a backpack of some sort. What is he talking about? ]
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How many would you have us carry?
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How effective are they? These elixirs...
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The throbbing subsides and disappears altogether within the minute. He sets the emptied glass down to look at his arm. ]
They treat moderate injuries. The black tea is more potent.
1/2
There is some sort of reason for this, she can see that much. He doesn't know exactly how much any of these potions might heal him, and he's said as much. She should have clarified that she meant in general, for never would she have ever suggested (or suspected) that he'd use himself as some sort of experiment. ]
Ah--
[ He gulps down a sample of the potion and elaborates that his method has worked.
In both alarm and concern, she can't help but wrest his arm towards her. Nothing. No bruise, not even a marking. ]
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Yet to her own surprise, she pleads with earnest worry: ]
Please... value yourself more.
[ As if simply telling a person would make a difference. He's worth more than the outcomes of these potions. ]
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[ He pulls his arm back, and it's as simple as that. This body is not so fragile that it can't handle some bruising. Instead, he lays his hand over hers. ]
How many, then?
actually just 1/1
u tease
What else must we carry?
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The more samples we obtain, the better.
[ However, they could always go with more and discard some of these elixirs if they don't use them. She considers: ]
If you carry more than four, would you be offended if we parted with any we may not need?
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They can be easily replaced. The means are here while samples lie beyond the wall.
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How many do you think we should bring along?
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[ Provided they're cautious, which they will be. If they're lucky, they won't need any. And if they take about four, he won't even need to keep them in his Armiger, which opens up room for the samples. ]
In order to familiarize ourselves with what we can do, I would devote a day to training.
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Insistently, ]
Let-- me help!
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[ There's no point in holding a team exercise if only one of two parties shows up. ]
Should the city grant us leave, we may encounter monsters. We must share where our abilities lie before then.
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But this as well— [ She gestures toward the potions. How does she put this.... She needs to say this carefully, to not offend, to not impose or demand. First, is to acknowledge he has his choice to ignore her request. Ultimately, it is his, and she dare not take it from him. ]
I... know I cannot stop you, if you “test” the potency of these on your own...
[ And second, it is to give the actual request: ] But please, allow me to help you with this, too....?
[ She can test them as well, and he doesn’t need to take on all the burden! They can work together.... and it will also give her an opportunity to learn how effective they are for her. ]
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Very well.
[ He looks down at the counter top. ]
Though my magic dwells within them, they are drinks to partake of still.
[ Gathering the cups from which he's drunk, he leaves behind what's gone untouched by him if Pyra should be interested in finishing them. ]
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...Is another toast in order?
To you, this time.
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There is no need.
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Her hand slips from his shoulder when he steps away. ]
I am... trying to say thank you.
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I am merely doing my part.
[ His shoulders are devoid of tension, and his voice is even. There's really no need for gratitude when he's doing the bare minimum for a joint effort. ]
Just as you are yours.
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Very gently, very lightly, she concedes with a sigh. ] Your heart... is far too humble. [ Much too reward-denying. His words cannot stop the look of appreciation she still gives him or the grateful tone. Unfortunately she cannot mask these from her voice. ] You’ve gone above and beyond.
[ Above and beyond his supposed mere part, as if he all he’s done already is nothing! He’s doing everything he can to prepare for this, and she— well, she still will claim she cannot heal on her own.
He'll hear a few foot steps behind him, her hand going to his back. There's a soft, appreciating pat, and then she'll join him at the sink to take care of her own glasses. How she envies this ability to create these potions and not only to heal, but to pass that ability to others. This is a— ] This gift to heal others... I hope one day, you will accept this thanks.
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Her hand leaves his back, taking her warmth with her. He lapses into simple silence while they take care of their respective glasses. Only after everything has been cleaned up and the kitchenette, tidied, does Somnus takes his leave. ]