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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.



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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-03 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
César notices the confusion and chuckles. "They won't be able to keep themselves warm until they're older."

César nods. "I've dealt with worse challenges." Have you really, César? Oy, oy.

He shakes his head and smile. "More like our food. The town didn't have enough farmers to make food last easily through the winter. I had experience, so I volunteered. My usual profession is 'mad' scientist."
Edited (forgot a line) 2024-03-03 17:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-03 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you know. You were just looking kinda..."

Leon trails off a little, unsure of how to politely put his observations. It's good that the guy can talk, and... make facial expressions, even if Leon would not describe the results as 'a successful smile,' but this whole thing still feels kinda concerning.

"Out of it," is what he concludes, and that's maybe an understatement but how else do you go about informing someone that you almost mistook them for a very well-preserved zombie? He probably knows that something's up already, right?
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-03 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Having his joke acknowledged gets the tiniest hint of a smile out of Leon, who's used to pretty tough audiences by now. He doesn't comment on it beyond that though, just reaching out to shake the birdman's hand and willing to trust that he won't get his own shredded in turn by those talons.

"Cerrit Agrupnin," he repeats with a nod, wanting to make sure he's got it right, the sounds unfamiliar to him. To his credit, he doesn't stumble over the pronunciation too hard. "I'm Leon Kennedy. I was just considering heading inside and asking about job openings with the enforcers here."
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-03 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Boy that's a lot to take in all at once, and Leon can't help but look just a little bit overwhelmed by the time she hits the word "necromancer". That answers one question and in the process opens up a whole lot more of them. He shakes her hand even through the lowkey crisis of having to rearrange his assumptions about how the world works, though. He wasn't raised in a barn.

"Kennedy," he says. "But call me Leon." Being called Mister Kennedy makes him feel old.

"So you're a necromancer, huh? I was gonna say, it looks like you might be a little overdue to feed your friend there."
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-03 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, and when's that supposed to be? You got the weather forecast handy?" Leon snaps, willing to accept that this is somehow a problem that rain will solve but not willing to not be a dick about it.

Everyone else who'd been out and about is now scurrying inside, but Leon's got the scorpion's attention now, and it lashes out with its tail only for him to parry it with the knife, knocking it away and slicing a hefty notch out of its stinger. It hisses, scuttling back and seeming to reassess the situation slightly.
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-03 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Angel pauses a moment longer, getting the appropriate response together.

"Right. You're being very polite, but I can tell you have some questions. Let me go over some of the most frequent questions I get asked, and see if it clears anything up. What are you? I'm a corpse that got up one day and started walking around. How does that work? Fuck if I know. Do you remember being alive? No, not at all, but I've got some scars and tattoos that tell me a little about whose body this was. How long have you been...whatever you are? Five years, since before I was brought here. And the eating thing? That's new since I got here, probably a gift from Mortanne. What are your favorite foods? Anything spicy, sour or fermented. What's your name? I go by Angel."

Each of those questions is counted off on his fingers.

"If you have any more questions, feel free to ask them. You're not going to hurt my feelings, unless you get an axe to chop me to bits or something."
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Living in that frying pan...

[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-03-03 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Bart knows better. He knows better than to go out after dark lately, but unfortunately he has a bad habit of getting too caught up in work to realize the time. It means that he's running at a dead sprint with his research notes clutched against himself when the creatures start coming down on the clear night, only glancing behind him when he hears the sound of one getting closer. The hissing of the scorpion-shaped creature draws his attention before the blonde man and his steak knife does, and he only just looks back around in time to stop himself from careening straight into Leon and losing his papers in what would otherwise be a comical meet-cute sort of scenario.

"Sorry, sorry!" he stammers, and spins in place to get around the man before realizing that they're flanked on either side, an amorphous humanoid shape stalking toward them from behind. It means that his back ends up pressed against Leon's. He's shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. "Nonono not again-"
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-03-03 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's good work. And if you've got the skills, you may also want to speak to Agent Jean about the local militia. The enforcers keep peace among citizens. The levy's more a reactionary force that deals with...situations."

The handshake is so careful, without being showy about it. Cerrit is a very precise person; Leon never even feels the tips of the talons.

"There's a lot of situations, I'm afraid."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The vision is clear; the Wolf will rise, abandoning the fishing pole its stolen body is using. Claws will flash for Ryja's throat with hellish speed, slashing up at the limit of the small human's arms.

What actually happens is this: Jean hops into a low crouch and lashes out with a sweeping kick at Ryja's ankles before flipping over the falling rabbit so she's the one cornered against the dock with only water to run to, so fast that the untrained eye might think it's a single motion. They come up in a fighting stance, claws at the ready.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-03 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"The real fun bit is he still wants to chew on things." River flashes a winning grin, takes a look at her wagon and the skeletal dog for a moment. Yeah, nah, she's got spare time. "Tell you what, we can do this conversation in the street completely sober, or I can get ya a drink."
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-03 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)

Duck under the claws, back step and shov- Wait that's not how this went. Ryja finds herself missing, not just from her opponent's speed but the slash that never comes. Imagine, for a moment, you take a step up a set of stairs, and find yourself going down instead. It's not the most mind-bending experience, but you would probably miss a step, wouldn't you?

Ryja ends up flat on her ass for a moment, to a move that while executed well, her teachers in the village would laugh at the thought of being taken by. In her defense, she's back up in less than a moment, springing to her feet, fists up, ears back... Eyes narrowed in confusion but he can't see that.

Her strength lay in a steady stream of attacks, interspersed with perfect responses thanks to her talent, and so she doesn't hesitate to launch into a sequence of punches... Technically, this is a Viera technique adapted for her lack of the usual claws she might wear.

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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-03-03 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Isn't that Destro's movement?" Magne remembers reading something about that some time ago, thinking vaguely that it sounded a bit like an idealistic pipe dream. It might have inspired her to seek out someone to ally with in the first place, at least in part.

She can't help but smile listening to Dabi run through what they'd achieved. The fact that they'd had a double agent that was apparently caught out gives her a measure of hope too, simply because he won't give her the details. It's easy enough to take what he says at face value. When the other shoe drops later, it would be a different story.

Proud of what the League seems to have become, Magne almost misses the bombshell that her friend has just dropped. She's halfway through saying "Oh, Touya's a nice name-" when the rest sinks in, and she stops, staring him down.

"You're kidding..."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The Wolf wants to counterattack, to slash at wrists and arms, to cut and spill blood and howl, kill, keep killing -

That's not how Ryja's opponent moves. The backs of their wrists make contact with hers in deflecting parries, striking with more force than their tiny body should contain. Each hit tells a story of lean muscle and patient training; worse, training against exactly this type of aggressive style. One exchange to halt the aggression, two to get their bearings -

The third ends in an elbow strike, stepping into Ryja and slamming into her sternum in a blow meant to knock the wind out of her. A surgeon couldn't hit the triangle of bone just under and between her breasts so cleanly.

Jean takes the momentum, kicking at the rabbit's ankle. The Wolf wants to pounce and tear her throat out with teeth, but Jean?

Jean is after the ground-and-pound.
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-03 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)

Down she goes, again. This one hurts more, just as unexpected as the first. It's not that Ryja doesn't learn, so much as... Well. You never expect a force like gravity to suddenly turn, do you? -It's possible that Jean does, considering the world they come from, but still.- You're more likely to think it a fluke, a mistake you made and didn't realize.

But twice now she's missed a step, gone down when she should have gone up, and something is off. The claws could tear into her so easily, with how she's being hard-countered. She's fought killers before, and every instinct, every ounce of talent she has says that her opponent is one.

The fact that they're not throws her off. But she is still Viera, and to lose in two exchanges would be a shameful display. Her feet, strangely shaped, dig into the ground beneath her as she falls, and then she springs backwards. The edge of the dock is so close and beyond it is only ocean, and most people would fall into it after a move like this.

Nearly 50 years of tree running says otherwise. She rights herself in time to go in for another strike, this one an attempt to get behind them. She won't get away with that again. Even if they let her, her ankle wouldn't.

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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good form," Jean murmurs as Ryja comes in, feet planted firmly. The Wolf will take the charge head-on, strike, take the hit and be hurt (indeed, Ryja's vision shows broken ribs mending themselves, painful but hardly permanent)...

Jean won't. They flow away at the last second and leap onto her back, claws closing around her throat with gentle finality. They barely indent her skin. "But not good enough to be that reckless. Down on the ground!"
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)

Three times! Three times Jean takes her down to the ground, and this time, she stays there. A momentary appreciation for not going for her ankles again. It feels nice, but it would make walking difficult until she had her tome made. They're good. Very good. The kind of good she's only encountered in some dragoons. The ones who would go single handed against centuries old dragons and come out impossibly, worryingly alive. Who learned the flow of a thousand year war and learned it well.

But perhaps more importantly, not a single move they've made has matched what she knew was coming. So this time, Ryja stays down. Admittedly, part of it has to do with the reaction she has, the inevitable result of a good fight, one she's not winning, one that hurts. The reason none of those dragoons left her office without a smile on their face.

And they haven't cut her. Claws on her throat but light enough to leave her unmarked, even if her ankle is going to bruise hard. She doesn't speak, yet, because those claws are pressed in. Just stays down, under them, trying to work out what she's missed. Hands open against the groundin what amounts to surrender.

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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-03 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Angel gives a nod, though whether it's to Eddie's question or River's is very hard to tell. River's getting emphatic, he might be in trouble again.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
No words, for a while. Jean catches their breath, and thinks hard. There's another presence here with them, a phantasmal Wolf that sniffs at the viera's ears and growls a low rumble. "We're not killing her," Jean mutters aloud. Their weight shifts up, just off of Ryja; they take her shoulder and roll her over, gripping with the pads of their fingers so the claws don't dig in.

That sharp point on Ryja's throat traces an indent as she's rolled onto her back with more strength than this tiny body should have. Jean straddles her again, knees on her arms to pin them, weight resting just under her breasts.

Masked, interesting. Dressed like she just came off the ferry...

"Why did you attack me?" Jean asks plainly, withdrawing their hands to unshackle the claws from their wrists.
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-03 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)

... A familiar position, admittedly. There's a moment of worry, when they first speak, but it doesn't last. Ryja considers fighting back, but, if anything, that's more dangerous than staying under them. So she lets herself be turned. Tiny bodies containing more power than one might anticipate, that she is used to.

Woe unto the one who underestimates a Lalafellin brawler just because they're short. All the wrath of any warrior compressed into half the body makes for some frightening strength and a whole lot of bruises- on her calves mostly.

Her confusion is evident in her tone, "I see fates, and yours seemed so strongly to be imminent violence and bloodshed." No one here knows what an Astrologian is, even if it doesn't get the scoffing mockery of Ishgard. "You are. Very good." Her voice contains just a tiny portion of the reaction hidden by her mask.

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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Imminent - I was fishing, the only bloodshed that was imminent is usually called 'cooking'." One claw dropped to the dock, then the other. Jean rubs at their wrists; it's cold out, but it's also important to care for their body after high impact work like that. "I don't know what definition of fate you're using, comrade, but you could have been seriously hurt. Would have been, haha, ha, if I hadn't been getting a lot of help..."
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-03 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)

She's. Absolutely certain they're telling the truth. If they had wanted to hurt her, those claws could have torn her to shreds. She knows that, but what she saw... "The visions were of others being hurt. I could not just leave that to happen." She's too driven to stand by, or wait and risk it happening when she wasn't there.

Is it her fault if her ears tilt forward? Perhaps it's just avoiding thinking about how she was wrong, not one flash of foresight went the way it was supposed to.

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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You acted without proper intelligence, comrade. That's going to hurt others too." Jean sighs, leans forward, looking Ryja in the eyes. That mask...no. It might be something she needs, especially if she spent her no doubt limited funds on it. "The impulse is admirable," Jean continues, rather more gently. "I'd be delighted to have you on my combat team, but do you understand what I'm telling you?"
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[this is gonna get nsfw, be warned y'all.]

[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-03 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)

They're close, leaning in near her mask. They could take it off at any time, and right now she couldn't stop them. It makes her nervous, which... Tangles itself with the rush of a fight, the ache in her ankle, and tightens into need. And the way they're speaking. Ryja has enjoyed each of her experiences recently, River and Tara were delightful, but...

Ryja has always leaned into the submissive side. It's certainly not intentional on their part, but they don't even seem angry. Concerned, caring... "I understand." She does, she will take this seriously. Some later day the imperfection of her sight will land in her head and that will be a painful moment. But right now?

The mask is just a little bit askew, and it's not fully covering in the first place. Does Jean know what it means when a girl they are sitting on and holding down meekly nods while biting her lip? Do they know what it means when a bunny's ears are so far forward they're nearly touching their face?

It's in her eyes, too, but perhaps the lift of her chest is more obvious, her generous breasts squished up against them invitingly?

Edited 2024-03-03 23:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean's hardly virginal; indeed, most liaisons in the City are anonymous, without much in the way of feelings behind them. To connect for more than a moment is to care, and to care is to lose, and then mourn. They haven't had such experiences since coming here, may have naively thought they were beyond them with the way they connected to their partners, but the lift of Ryja's chest against their crotch wrings a small and strangled sound out of them, makes them bite their own lip with sharp teeth.

They reach for the mask...

...And adjust it so it's sitting properly again. "Comrade," Jean murmurs. "Are you trying to escape? You can just ask to be let up."
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-03 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)

She likes that sound, and now she knows there's at least some interest. She goes so, so still when they reach towards the mask, making a sound nearly as inviting as the press of her chest... Hesitation is a word in her vocabulary, but not one that comes up often except in the negative. "I am not trying to escape, no."

Technically, this is a common misconception about the Viera. They respect strength, power, skill. And thus, some believe they might prove themselves to the mysterious warrior woman and be taken in. Many, many men have died trying to make this a real thing. None have ever succeeded.

But Ryja broke the Green Word and eventually learned that when someone can take her down, in a fair fight, or even an unfair one... She likes it. "You fight with incredible skill, and a kind heart, and you beat me. Soundly. I am your prize to take." Her voice leaves little doubt to the fact that she does in fact, want them to do so.

Edited 2024-03-03 23:51 (UTC)