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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Bust? [REPRINT]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette February Issue


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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

2/8/24 | TDM #4 - AURORA BOREALIS BLITZ BUST? Content Warnings: "Further Details" section has independent CW labels.
Forecast: SEVERE BLIZZARD WARNING

REBUILDING HELP REQUESTED

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

A photo taken of the damage.

ACROSS PUMPKIN HOLLOW - City government is requesting aid with repairs to public buildings and local fixtures after the recent earthquakes on Tuesday, January 8th. While there was minimal damage to Town Hall itself, several important buildings sustained damage, including the Magpie National Bank, the South Train Station and the Clock Tower, which is now stuck with hands at 8pm.

Regarding the cause of the earthquake, local biologist Dr. Elias Coldwood was heard to say “There's never been seismic activity here.” And he’s a scientist, so he would know! But clearly this is no longer the case. Perhaps Pumpkin Hollow has a mysterious tiny civilization underground worshiping a destroyer god, planning to attack through the bowling alley, the moment we create a bowling alley. Perhaps not. More on this story as it unfolds, faithful readers.

In the meantime, volunteers to help with the damage to city buildings are invited to meet with Mayor Hellen Poe for assignments.

AURORA TURNS VIOLENT - MYSTERIOUS BLIZZARD INTERRUPTS CHAOS

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

An artist's rendition of last year's view.

ABOVE MARROW ISLE - Despite our earlier report, it turns out that this year's annual aurora borealis season did not turn out to be a pleasant or romantic viewing experience. Instead, starry monsters based off of classic constellations have been attacking the town each time the aurora is in the sky! However, due to some extreme blizzards that have been occurring most nights each month since late January, the aurora has been interrupted more nights than not and the monsters intercepted. Still, the Pumpkin Hollow Safety Board would like to remind everyone to take appropriate precautions during inclement weather, and to tread carefully on clear nights as monsters may still be attacking until late February!

HOROSCOPES

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

What do the stars say about you today?

Capricorn: Do you feel as if you’ve lost something? If not, it’s wise to double-check. Perhaps it’s not something like a button or a key, but your sense of wonder or your self-confidence. Remember, things tend to be in the last place you look.

Aquarius: Something about the year ending made you feel lighter, like taking off a heavy wool coat. Ride this burst of energy as far as it will take you, because the shiny of a fresh beginning tends to wear off quickly.

Pisces: Don’t worry, I don’t believe what everyone says behind your back. You’re not too sensitive or too naive. They’re just jealous. Really, most of the time when they’re whispering, it’s not even about you.

Aries: You’re the sort of warm individual that babies and animals are drawn to. Unfortunately, this may include hungry wolves and swarms of insects. But don’t let that bring you down! We need that sort of personality around here.

Taurus: There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, until you work to stop others from also being the best. That’s called cheating and may lead to you being disqualified from competitions. If you get caught, that is.

Gemini: You know those riddles about the two guards, one who always tells the truth and one who always lies? Well, everyone hates those riddles with a passion. You’ll see for yourself, soon.

Cancer: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Leo: Your incandescent personality often makes you the center of attention. However, that’s not the only thing about you that glows. Moths may flock to you in the dark this week, and so might children afraid to sleep with the lights out.

Virgo: Be careful with your words–they aren’t just the precursors to your deeds, but the manifestation of your will. This is not a week for idioms and metaphors, not for you. Even something like bemoaning a lack of spoons may make eating cereal harder.

Libra: You are, inevitably, the first one heard to say a situation isn’t fair. And it’s not, nor will it ever be. Instead of getting upset, have you ever considered getting revenge? That’s usually more satisfying in the long run.

Scorpio: Ugh, Scorpios. The position of Venus means your usually volatile emotions will be in the doldrums instead. Enjoy this while it lasts I guess. Who knows if you’ll ever experience such peace again, given, well. You’re kind of an emotional mess and no one likes you.

Sagittarius: There will never be another day like today. You must strive to make the day everything you want it to be. No mistakes, now! Consider your choices very carefully. Consider your choice to consider, very carefully.

SUNFIRE'S HEARTH

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

A photo of Mayor Poe's cats, Toffee and Butter, enjoying the view.

ASSORTED LOCATIONS - As the coldest part of the year settles over our fair isle, it is time for Sunfire’s Hearth--- an informal celebration of bonfires and hearth flames, for those unfamiliar! For the months of January and February, a raised platform for bonfires will be lit on weekends, and restaurants and taverns across town will keep their fireplaces lit. Unlike many of our other festivities, there is no structured celebration--- simply make some time during this time to bask in the warmth of a fire! You can even celebrate at home.

An additional benefit of this time of year is that Merrymeet is well on its way. So take this time and get snuggly in front of a fire with your special person to get in the mood for romance! (Or they could be platonic snuggles. Whatever suits you best.)

LOCAL ALCHEMIST REPORTS MISSING POTION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Some of Mx. Sallek's usual stock. Could stand to have better labels./p>

LOCATION UNCERTAIN - Early Monday morning, local alchemist Aeryn Sallek reported that a large container of magical potion has been swapped with another, and it would seem that the mistaken jug has been sent out for delivery. According to Mx. Sallek, they sent a number of jugs out for delivery in a case with our local delivery extraordinaire, Sam Porter Bridges. The jugs were meant to contain a harmless, potable freeze-resistance potion for our town’s various water sources, in the interest of keeping water reserves drinkable in sub-freezing winter weather. However, when they returned to the shop, one of these potions remained on their counter while a love potion they’d been working on went missing.

“‘Love potion’ is kind of a misnomer, honestly,” Mx. Sallek is quoted to have said on the matter. “But ‘emotional acuity’ potion doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. Basically what it actually does is enhance existing romantic desire and embolden the user to be emotionally open. But Yorick should already know all this, since he’s the one who ordered it.” [Editing note: don’t forget to cut the last part of that comment before publishing. Cecil, you don’t need to include personal statements directed at reporters from these interviews!]

It’s unclear which area of town this particular potion ended up being injected into the water source, but according to Mx. Sallek, the potion was not particularly intense to begin with. It should be significantly diluted as to be harmless. Still, if you notice any strange symptoms such as butterflies in your stomach, a desire to burst into song, or inexplicable yearning, please file a report with the Safety Board at your earliest convenience.

FOOD SHORTAGES PUT STRAIN ON ISLAND ECONOMY

By Yorick Aberdeen

MARKET DISTRICT - While there are many things to celebrate this time of year, Marrow Isle is not without its adversity. Over these past months, many new members of our community have arrived by ferry after our numbers remained small and stagnant for many years. And the presence of our newfound neighbors has been a boon to all of us. Many artisans have opened useful businesses, medical professionals have expanded our access to healthcare, and a new fishing vessel has taken to the seas. However, despite a few additions, our farming community remains quite modest and planting was not planned with such incredible new growth in mind.

The unfortunate result of this is that food reserves on the island this year are uncharacteristically low. As such, Town Council has made the difficult decision to allow for the temporary inflation of food prices and the rationing of food staples.

“We understand the hardship this will place on the residents of Pumpkin Hollow,” said Mayor Poe in a statement after this decision was made. “But please know that we are all in this together. We hope to be able to offer a better incentive package for those interested in farming in the coming springtime.”

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Further Details...


Aurora


The dead of winter sheds all colors of the trees and flowers across Marrow Isle, but tonight, there are no stark whites and grays and browns.



Tonight, in the sky sprawling with stars above the dreary town, there are lights.



Sprawling trails of violet and green twist and wave through the sky, brightening the earth below and the sea beyond Jack's Marina in magical colors. The return of the borealis is something many Pumpkin Hollowites look forward to, and their reactions are very clear: people scurry down to the shores to watch with wide eyes, many retrieve telescopes, and some even borrow the decks of ships, abandoned for the night at the docks, to watch the sights.



It doesn't take long for this to change, however; the sea nor land are safe from the curse, and it's made quickly apparent that the sky is no exception.



At first, the sight seems like none more than an illusion, perhaps someone blinking and missing a strange shift of the lights. A glimmering outline forms around a cluster of stars, only slightly harder than any of the lines that define the aurora's rays. Several of these shapes form, each array of stars different from the last, some larger, some smaller.



And then, the stars begin to fall.



Seeming to peel off the painted sky, the ebbing colors surrounding the starlight drop, crashing to the world below. Some fall to the streets and beaches, while others fall into the forest, leaving view, or drop into the sea, leaving splashes and waves in their wake that ensure any watching knows full and well that this is not a trick of the light. At first, these shapes are unmoving, glowing masses of aurora-light with stars shining brightly within them. Most townsfolk are uneasy, but this seems to pale in severity to the other disasters, even if they lack any idea of what it could mean for them.



That is, of course, until the masses begin to move.



Each one is as varied as the constellation it stole from the sky: stars form suggestions of skeletal structures, and their "flesh", only consisting of swimming lights and liquid sky that steals any lights around them. Two identical glowing shapes rise to a face finally taking form, and slowly, moving more like gel than animal as it rises to freshly-formed legs, it settles on the closest living thing it can find.



There is no calculation in it, nor what seems to be a glimmer of thought.



It simply lunges with intent to kill.





Horoscopes
[CW: Altered emotional states ]


Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:


  • Capricorn: misplaced things, particularly small objects


  • Aquarius: zoomies!


  • Pisces: intense paranoia


  • Aries: Disney princess-like magnetism to local fauna


  • Taurus: insatiable perfectionism


  • Gemini: reversed truth values; lies come out honest, being honest sounds like a lie.


  • Cancer: Pandora-esque curiosity, to the point of personal detriment


  • Leo: radiant glow emanating from your person


  • Virgo: figurative speech is manifested into the world with its literal meaning


  • Libra: a particularly potent desire for revenge


  • Scorpio: numbing of emotions (can be counteracted by love potion, partially)


  • Sagittarius: incapacitating indecision

(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)




Love Potion
[CW: Altered Emotional States ]


Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the “love” potion ended up in the water supply of the Oak & Iron. As promised by Aeryn, it is thoroughly diluted, as its recipients believed it to be a normal freeze-resistance potion to be mixed with their water.


The effects are not particularly intense. However, anyone who drinks any of the tavern’s housemade ale or cider, drinks the coffee, or eats any food that might require water to cook will experience symptoms of “emotional acuity”. This involves feeling more emotionally open, more receptive to positive feelings about others, a strong desire for physical or verbal affection, and the intensification of romantic or sexual attraction that you might already be experiencing. It will last about half a day. Just in time to help potentially land you a date for Merrymeet, a flower and fertility festival in early spring!






Famine
[CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]


Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact:



Grocery budgets for apped-in characters will be reduced in their efficacy.
Basic groceries will be only the most minimal of staples. You will likely go hungry if you do not find a way to supplement this.
Bountiful groceries will be reduced to the amount of food normally contained in basic.
Lavish groceries will not be available at all.
Your grocery choices from Activity Check are not able to be modified for this month unless otherwise stated.



Bonuses and Discounts associated with the Farmer and Fisherman jobs are also reduced.
Level 1 bonuses will be reduced to standard, which is to say how they would function for a non-Farmer/Fisherman character during a normal, pre-famine month. (ex. Whereas normally a Level 1 Farmer would get free Basic groceries, they will now have to pay the 50 Brass, but do not have the efficacy of Basic groceries reduced as described above.)
Level 2 bonuses will be reduced to that of a Level 1 Farmer/Fisherman. (ex. Whereas a Level 2 Fisherman would normally be able to have Bountiful groceries discounted to 50 Brass, they now must pay full price for Bountiful groceries. However, they can still get Basic groceries for free and don’t suffer from the famine induced efficacy reduction for either budget.)



Oak & Iron Residents will only be able to receive bland, repetitive meals with their food vouchers consisting of simple broth, plain bread, bland potato dishes, and the like. It is enough to be fed and comfortable but it is incredibly unsatisfying. (This includes all new characters that are not apped-in.) Drinks, however, are still plentiful.



Characters who do not eat will find that their respective sources of fuel will be reduced to just barely enough to keep them functional, provided that they ration carefully. (Ex. Transformers may want to be less active. Vampires will find that victims cannot handle excessive blood loss without fainting and generally prefer to stay home.)



Characters who were present to fight the Mother Crab back in late summer and chose to can some of their crab can use it now!



Hunting, foraging, and fishing can help reduce the impact of these reductions, and people can share their food. You can absolutely die of starvation. After Merrymeet in February, food will return to normal.



sistermagnetic: (smiles)

He's so easy and she loves him for it.

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-02-25 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Magne knew that he would like the way she looked, just from the things that they talked about before. She knew that he liked the way these kinds of clothes looked, especially as practical as they could be, and he'd gone out of his way to make sure that she knew he liked the way she looked all on her own. So, she knew that it would be a hit.

And then he's stymied by all of it out together, and it feels all the more gratifying, if a little bit embarrassed as he looks her over from head to foot.

Taking in the way that he looks at her Intensifies that mild embarrassed, though it also stokes the low heat that she always seems to feel in her gut when she's around him and he's so earnestly interesting in her. It's such a new feeling for her that she honestly feels a little silly for letting it affect her in this way. It dies back down only slightly when he takes her hand, holding on loosely and following the way that he guides her through the spin. Almost instinctively she shifts onto one foot to allow the smooth motion.

"I was thinking I might wear this to work when I get used to it," she muses, laying her free hand against the taut, firm side of the corset that very subtly cinches her waist in such a way that it exaggerates the way her shirt puffs up over the top of it. The thoughtful expression on her face turns mischievous as she adds, "I could find another one later, fit for your eyes only."
maskedstarbunny: (Default)

[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-02-25 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)

"They say much, too, but there, I know what the omens are, what the shine of one constellation over another might tell. With a person's history and birth, I could look up to the stars and teach them of their future. With my proper tool, I could draw from that fate, and restore them. Fate is like the ocean, you see. Most are as a ship at shore, shifted by the tide, while a rare few are pulled by the wind to where they must be. The stars know the way it flows, and to those who pay attention, share." And there she is, Ryja Featherfists, who will look up at the sky for hours each night, making connections and reading even the littlest omens. Just talking about it makes her lean forward a bit, revitalized.

lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (guarded)

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-02-25 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I expect nothing more than that." So long as neither of them starts something, there will be nothing TO finish.

"I'm not asking you to hold your tongue. Say what you will, so long as it is the truth. I will do the same."
i_ink_therefore_i_ammy: (Default)

[personal profile] i_ink_therefore_i_ammy 2024-02-25 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)

"Not in the slightest. You are connected to the living world around you, and to be without it is a ... withering experience. Taking the warmth that you can find is no harm to those you love." Soon they'll be in the forest proper, and Ammy can show her the work she's done for her own den.

tisnotthehouse: (Default)

Conspicuous Consumption

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-26 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Miss Breugaire's invitation is returned with a polite request for a rain check. Tarantulas is in no fit state to see or be seen by anyone, at least until his ability to transform returns to him. And even then he's in low spirits, the dream and Aster's dinner both weighing on him heavily -- and as if to rub salt in his wounds, he comes out of seclusion to find that his radios have been at least partially supplanted by magical toys! It would be maddening if he weren't so eager to take one apart and see how it works.

As it stands, however, he has no idea if Deirdre will still want to talk to him at all. Best to face the problem head-on, he finally decides; if she doubts his creative acumen, he will simply have to convince her otherwise. So he writes --

Miss Breugaire,

I must thank you again for your kind invitation the other day. How deeply I regret my own inability to accept it! As I am now entirely recovered, however, I hope I might have leave to call upon you on some more fortuitous date. I suspect there yet remain many interesting things we might discuss.

Yours in friendship,
Tarantulas
mister_morgan: (questioning)

[personal profile] mister_morgan 2024-02-26 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I been alright. I've been... thinking."

His words are careful, but slow. Like he's trying to recall exactly what he hoped to say when he came in here. It's easier said than done, really.

"...I'm worried about lettin' you and Gwen down, Sally." He finally gets his thoughts and words together where he wants them, and frowns her way. "I didn't want to get into it, but... back in my life, I had a boy with a woman I spent a night with. Couldn't settle down, what with the type of work I did, but I brought 'em money here and there. Eventually, I came back, n' found that someone with a bone to pick with me took it upon themselves to have her n' the boy pay the price. I don't want anything to happen to either of you. But then there was that dream, that I know you n' other folks had, now, and..."
skeletonkeay: (annoyed)

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-02-26 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"That's the flavor of the week, yeah. But there's always somethin'. There's even a cryptid." Gerry plops into a seat across from him unceremoniously. "Well, if you insist on stayin' out after sunset, we're s'posed to travel in pairs in the dark. So I guess I'll use you as an excuse to get a little more reading done myself."
pineapplesalmon: (bad science joke)

Hehehehe, and then she murdered him in her Merrymeet TOPLEVEL

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-26 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
César is absolutely enthralled as he watches her spin; he doesn't just like how she looks, he loves it. The ties of the corset, the way her pants fit her so well all around. Her hand in his, instinctively taking his direction because they're in tune.

He's still holds her hand loosely as she talks, nodding along in full agreement her assessment. Magne's hand just brings his eyes back down again. César would talk about the versatility of the layering options for that corset or how he noticed the pants have nice sized pockets or even that he has a present upstairs that would look good with this. César really would, but then she pops him with the little addition about a second corset. Oh. Oh, fuck, yes.

He makes a strangled sound akin to the one where she showed him her muscles, just with less of a wine. Man's utterly forgotten he's in his coat and socks.

César lets go of her hand and uses all of his remaining brain cells to request with a determined and clear voice, lifting both forearms just slightly: "Ma'am, if you would be so kind: pretty please shove me up against the empty wall behind me and place my hands where they can be."
Edited 2024-02-26 03:51 (UTC)
pineapplesalmon: (a gentle joking smile)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-26 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Not yet. But also... probably yes." Look at what you did, Valdis, you've gone and made this poor man glance at Magne again. "I was stuck working on a life or death project back home."

César's, well, smitten.
inaurate: (some nights i always win i always win)

[personal profile] inaurate 2024-02-26 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I probably should have begun with that, huh?" Claude takes her up on that handshake, smiling good-naturedly. "I can start tomorrow, if you can draw up a list of what you need." He pulls out a small notebook from one of his pockets, tearing out a sheet from it to pass over to her. "I've already been studying the known effects of local plants, so if you're not sure what exactly you need, I might have some ideas as well."
lovinglefthand: (Default)

The Prestige/wildcard

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-02-26 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not technically the help wanted sign that leads First Aid to Robert Angier, although it does help him track the man down. But Pumpkin Hollow's foremost, fussiest docbot has heard that a newcomer's arrived with a visible leg injury, and First Aid wants him to know that there are people available to help him, should he need it.

A well-traveled man like The Great Danton must surely have seen clockwork automatons and steam engines before, but never anything like this: a seven foot tall suit of armor, painted in red and white and shiny as a Salvation Army badge except for the patches of moss and flowers growing from both shoulders. It moves as easily and gracefully as any human, but its face is a blank metal plate and a visor that glows from the inside out.

It comes up to Robert's chair by the fireplace and says in a distinctly non-electronic voice, "Mr. Angier? My name's First Aid. I'm a doctor."
Edited 2024-02-26 18:54 (UTC)
itwasthelookontheirfaces: (emote} incredulous smile)

[personal profile] itwasthelookontheirfaces 2024-02-26 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He's sketching out the image in his mind's eye for another version of the Transported Man--one he can possibly execute without the aid of a double, or Tesla's machine. Knowing what the machine cost him, he's loathe to try again...and yet...knowing that it worked...

He's pulled from his thoughts by the voice--and when he looks up, he's visibly shaken.

He's seen the automaton around town, of course. Magnificent, if a little odd with the flora and fauna that's been allowed to collect on its casing. He can't fathom why its owner would allow it to fall into such disrepair...but here it is, approaching him and speaking in a voice that sounds human.

Setting his notebook and pencil aside, his eyes are wide and his features etched with another bright, almost childlike smile as he takes in the sight of the...can he call it a creature when it speaks like a man?

"My apologies if this is crass of me, but...I've never seen anything like this before." he breathes. "Do you wish me to believe you're...sentient?"
lovinglefthand: (Default)

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-02-26 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
First Aid's laugh is gentle and friendly, if just a little tired. Time to have this conversation again. Perhaps he should start carrying a sign?

"I'd really prefer if you did," he explains earnestly. "Because I am sentient, and just as sapient as you are. I'm not a human-built automaton, I'm a Cybertronian. My entire species consists of sentient robots, and we build future generations ourselves."
itwasthelookontheirfaces: (look} enchanted)

[personal profile] itwasthelookontheirfaces 2024-02-26 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Remarkable." he breathes, still openly staring--then shakes himself and gestures to a nearby chair by the fire.

"I'm sorry--please, sit. And forgive me my ignorance, I take an active interest in the sciences, but you...you are beyond anything that even the most brilliant men of my generation could conceive of." he explains, shifting to try and scoot forward in his seat so he can lean in to peer into First Aid's face.

"You're a doctor--a medical man? Organic medicine, I mean? Are your people strictly automatons--sorry, 'robots,'--or are there creatures of flesh among you?"
iamthepyre: (Dabi001)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-27 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
While Angel seems to think it's not normal fire, he would be mistaken. The only thing abnormal about this flame is the intense heat of it. However, Dabi doesn't even flinch when the man reaches out. If the guy wanted to burn himself who was he to stop him?

"I'd be careful if I was you, they're hotter than most flames. They used to be orange when I was younger, like my old mans, then one day they just got so hot they turned this blue...been that way ever since."
graveling: (silhouette)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-27 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Angel touches the flame, and it wreathes his hand, still burning with the same intense blue. His skin shows no sign of burning. Honestly, there's almost something in how the flame moves that almost might remind one of a cat rubbing against a beloved human's ankles. He is kissed by it without harm.

"I see what you mean about it being hotter. It's very strong fire. Good fire, though."
iamthepyre: (009)

xD poor guy

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-27 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
At first when César stops Dabi isn't sure what to think, they guy definitely seems shocked at first. And then there is the barrage of questions. Questions that have him pausing and narrowing his eyes.

"Sounds like you've met someone from there..." There's a flicker of hope, barely there in cold eyes. Could one of the League be there? But who? Who out of their weird group would open up to someone so...normal.
iamthepyre: (Dabi016)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-27 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Color Dabi impressed, if the way his lips stretched into a smirk just on the edge of threatening to pop staples said anything.

"Huh, not used to people being able to do that." Even Enji and Shoto couldn't handle his flames without taking some amount of damage. Hell, even he felt the burn of his own flames. Dabi's eyes watch the flames as they dance around Angel's hand, it's hard to take his eyes off it for the moment.

Good fire. That was definitely not how anyone had ever described his flames before.

"You'd be the first to think that."
graveling: (concern)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-27 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"There's things I can do that people can't. There's things people can do that I can't. Most days, I think I'd almost rather be people."

He holds the hand up between them. "Do you want it back, or should I extinguish it?"
iamthepyre: (008)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-27 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah well, sometimes being like most people is overrated."

At the flame being offered, Dabi just shook his head.

"Once I make it it's not like I can take it back or anything. Do whatever you want with it." It's just a flame after all, not anything he can't make more of easily. Though the gesture doesn't go unnoticed. If his flames were a finite resource he'd be more appreciative.

"So how does a guy become some walking corpse?"
graveling: (internal)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-27 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Angel shakes his hand a couple times, waving off the flame with a thoughtful look.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Back in my world, five years ago, I woke up in a shallow ditch in the woods. No memory of what my life was like, who I was supposed to be. I spent most of my time alone, wandering. Doing odd jobs in towns when I needed money, avoiding people otherwise."
iamthepyre: (Dabi001)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-27 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh," Blinking a couple times Dabi sort of cocked his head to side, shifting to pull on leg up so that his foot rested on the edge of his seat. So this guy wasn't too unlike Dabi himself if he was being honest. Wandering around just trying to survive in a world he didn't quite fit into.

"Been there, not fun. From my experience...I think I would have preferred not having the memories honestly." At least then maybe he wouldn't have felt as broken as he had the day he returned home.
pineapplesalmon: (determined side glance)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-27 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
César sees that flicker of hope. An automatic response. Not a hero. He pauses, looking at the other man, analytical and considering. Burn scars. Rings used like staples. Still handsome. Descriptions he's been given.

They're speaking the common language of this world; César sucks in his breath before speaking, watching Dabi carefully, dropping his voice quieter between them. "My girlfriend. I was attracted to her magnetic personality. ... Dabi, isn't it?"

Fortunately and unfortunately both, pun understanding comes with the new, magically learned language. Sometimes, it can be useful instead of causing others pain.
graveling: (Default)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-27 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno if I would or not. No point of comparison. It's...made starting fresh here real easy, though. To, um. Build a life from scratch, but everyone knows I'm building it from scratch, if that makes sense? It's alright."

A pause. Angel makes direct unblinking eye contact again.

"Might maybe be alright for you, too."
iamthepyre: (Dabi013)

woops....sorry not sorry

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-27 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
The expression that César gets at first is a shocked look, blue eyes blown wide as his words sunk into Dabi's mind. There was a still silence between them before suddenly Dabi was a flurry of motion. César had said girlfriend, which meant that he wasn't a threat to her but...everyone was a threat to them until they weren't, at least in Dabi's mind.

Without even a word César would suddenly find the front of his shirt grabbed as he pushed back against the nearest surface. Eyes that were once shocked are practically a blazing inferno.

Magne.

She was here!?

One of the few people that Dabi had ever felt protective over, the person Dabi wasn't there to protect. Sorry there César, you are on the wrong end of man who lost someone who made him feel like maybe he wasn't completely worthless. She had flirted and complimented him like no one else had ever dared to. Most were grossed out by his appearance and thought his attitude left a lot to be desired, but not Magne. He had mourned her, cremated what had been left since none of the others had the heart to do what had to be done, and now he was finding out she was here? Alive!? He doesn't even notice the blood leaking from the seems around his eyes, the sick mockery of tears that he hadn't been able to shed since he was a child.

"Where. Is. She." His words are through grit teeth and the heat coming off of the white haired man bordered on hellish.