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accordancy2012-11-17 08:41 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in accordancy2012-11-17 08:41 pm
MINGLING POST
[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.
so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]
[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]
so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]
[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]
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[she stops peering at the dead plant and looks back up at his face, squinting a little at the way he doesn't seem to be colored completely right. but she ends up batting her eyelashes all cute and smiiiling up at him.]
You should do that again.
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He really doesn't need to be encouraged.
It goes right to his head. He gives her just this... fond little smirk, before looking around for another target.
He spots a sapling that is still spending energy into getting as much growth done as it can before the frost sets in and really kills off its leaves. So, there are still obvious touches of green, little leaves more yellow than brown. It probably won't survive the encouragement he offers, but... well, there are plenty of other saplings around.
So, he shows off as requested, wrapping ungloved fingers around the skinny trunk, putting forth a little concentration... and then smiling as the little fluctuation of energy smothers the life out of it. The colors slowly drain and a few of the leaves dry up and drop off immediately]
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[as soon as he's done sending out death energy, she creeps closer to the deceased sapling. she also... smells the air, which even she seems to think is a little odd.]
Man, that smells really good. Is that weird?
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...Yes, I think it is.
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[she makes a face, leaning over to pluck up one of the shriveled, dead leaves from the ground. after thinking about it for maybe three seconds, she pops it in her mouth. and chews on it.]
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[yeah, no he's got nothing.
really, she's managed speechlessness out of him.
...she didn't even pick a leaf off the tree. she picked it off the ground.]
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Man. [crunch. crunch. swallow.] That was way tastier than it had any right to be.
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[it's not a question, really. He's just... yeah, he's still pretty unsettled. In that kind of grossed out way.
He'd like to think that it's a pretty normal reaction to watching a girl randomly crunch on recently-killed leaves.
...Which is maybe kind of funny, because he'd be much more understanding if she'd started chewing on animal carrion instead]
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So yeah.
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[somehow, this whole thing seems to remind him of something, his expression flattening out to something pretty judging]
...You still have my pen.
[and he wants it back. he hasn't forgotten that shit]
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[has she already completely forgotten? ...maybe.]
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[that's okay, he is more than fine with reminding her]
...You were a lot hairier at the time.
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[SHE REMEMBERS NOW, and looks like she'd rather not. but she digs back into her bag and pulls out his pen and holds it out to him. :< it was a nice pen.]
The notebook's still in my room, though. Sorry.
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I want it back. And you still owe me. [just a friendly reminder. He hasn't forgotten.]
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[ugh... stop being gross, girl.
so flatly--] Why don't you just pick a whole bowl of them and eat them like a salad, while you're at it.
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[SAYS THE GIRL EATING LEAVES. but she restrains herself after this one, at least.]
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...Do you make a habit of this, then?
[and here he'd thought she'd had good taste, with the whole boar roast thing. Apparently, he could have just served up a handful of leaf litter for dinner instead. That would have been a lot less work, and he could have saved that shirt]
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I think maybe it's because you used magic on them? Death is a pretty good flavor. Except maybe to living things.
[which is actually the reason she likes dying, rotting things in general. but some mysteries may never be solved.]
...So I'll... stop eating dead leaves, then.
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So, his voice is still flat and judging.]
...Next time, I'll kill you something more appetizing.
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[giving her a look.]
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[or favors. whatever it was that he'd done before. ...the point is that she's weird.]
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[she looks like she might be seriously considering it, for a moment. don't tempt her.]
But I think I still like money more.
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