APRIL 2015

[thecanopycrew]

Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it? Testing the waters? Then take them on this Home Tree Test Drive! directions ❀ Don't forget to read the Introduction , our Rules and the F.A.Q ❀ Post with your character with their name and canon in the subject line. ❀ Use the prompt(s) given here or make up your own! ❀ Both prose and comment spam format are welcome. ❀ Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to discuss OOCly while tagging. ❀ The Test Drive Meme can be used for your application's first person sample. ❀ This meme is is considered as OOC and not part of the game's canon. prompt Night of the Fireflies! It is late at night after you have gained your wings, and the tree is surprisingly dark. All the fireflies have gathered outside, flying around the tree in a display of glittering stars. It is almost as if they little critters are dancing with joy to see the new friends joining the Tree. On the first floor's branch, the glow worms have settled, illuminating the whole bark like a shining band of Christmas lights - and they, too, are reveling in the joy of new adventurers. Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes and join the critters in their dance - or simply watch them imitate the starts in the sky. It's a nice night to meet new friends. Just bring a squirrel fur or two, it's still cold outside.

Night Gem Wing Inspiration ❀ Day Gem Wing Inspiration

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[isolophobia]

[ The confusion quickly evaporates to be replaced with a look that can only be described as pure joy. ]

Yes it is. Which means you're so afraid, you can see fear.

[ That's what he is, see. The anthropomorphic personification of fear. With moth wings. Be in awe of this awesome. Or something. ]

Do you think they'll linted to another language? Deutsch? Français? Italiano?

[ Pitch is also coming closer with each question...though the last gets a pointed glint of gold eyes. ]

...русский?

[dissemblance]

[Afraid? Of what, exactly? She glances down at her fingernails, and then back up to him. The Russian gets a faint quirk at one corner of her mouth, less the start of a smile and more something wholly wolfish.]

Did you hit your head trying out your wings?

[Ah, but 'Anna' is so sympathetic. Her brow furrows with concern, and she starts rather obviously examining those eyes of his for some sign of a concussion.]

[isolophobia]

[ Well so much for that idea. Pitch isn't a fan of being mocked, though, and being patronized counts as the same thing in his book. 'Anna', Natasha, Natalia, or whatever name you've settled on these days.

Be careful looking too deeply into those particular eyes. You may not like what you see. ]

Well naturally you're not afraid of me. But you are afraid.

[dissemblance]

[Playfully,]

Yeah, that my cat's not getting fed back home. Are you sure you're all right?

[isolophobia]

Do stop pretending to care? We both know you care nothing for a perfect stranger.

[ But she can see Pitch Black as bold as brass, so how does that work? Pondering on this mystery, Pitch is pacing in a tight circle around her. She must be scaring others pretty consistenyly ]

Anyway, you must know that your cat is planning world domination.

[dissemblance]

[Her scope of the world narrows to just this space, her focus sharpens with a singular purpose. Physically, she only shrugs, and doesn't seem the least bit tensed for a fight.

But she is, lbr. It's in her nature to war.]

You'd be less a stranger if you told me your name. [Eyebrow up.] And Bast? It wouldn't surprise me if she were.

[isolophobia]

What's yours/i> Would you even tell me?

[ She seems more of the silent but still very much a killer type. Curiouser and curiouser. ]

All cats have you mortals subjugated. You feed them, house them, treat them with the uymost affection even when they slay a half dozen or more small lives. What else do you call that?

[dissemblance]

I asked first, pal.

[Her accent is slipping into something that crawled out of the Bronx. 'Anna' may be a sweet person, all sunshine and rainbows and a love of art and ballet, but she's no one's pushover. Creepy dudes? All part of the score on the streets of New York.]

I'd call them a pet, personally. Until she pushes me in front of a bus, I'm not going to worry about the rest.

Wow...forgive that AMAZING html fail there ffffff

[isolophobia]

[ Oh forget it. If she wants to be American, then fine by him. Still Pitch looks put out about by this insistence on a name. ]

You people. Honestly. Coco, le croque-mitaine, der schwartz mann, uncle gunnysack, Pitch Black. Of course the Babayaga was an old witch in the woods, so I could see the confusion with appearing male.

[ Sarcastic on that last bit yup.]