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downtheroots2015-02-27 05:23 pm
thecanopycrew) wrote in downtheroots2015-02-27 05:23 pm
MARCH 2015
Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it? directions ❀ Don't forget to read the Introduction prompt  Welcome to the Faerie Feast! After your have gained your wings, you are met by a feast on the second floor with all that the forest can offer you. Tables and chairs are set up everywhere along the walkway between the houses, allowing the new visitors to meet and greet - or try to hide in the corners and eat berries all by themselves. |
Terpsichora Ll'wen | FFXIV oc
[Look. Chora is by no means an elegant gymnast. Sure she can probably pull her legs over her head with a lot of work, but she's got the bearing and grace of a rock. She's not exactly eager to try these wings out, but...Well, if they do work, and if she can manage it all, then it'll be so sweet right?
She's going to do it like nature intended; if you're unlucky, you might see a relatively tall woman run towards the ledge of the second floor. Yep. She's going to attempt to jump. She doesn't mess around.]
B: Alright that was a failure
[Well, at least she didn't die like an idiot. Much more subdued and sullen, she's currently attempting to gather up as many berries and crumbs of bread as she can carry.
What? Too old, too slow suckers. You miss out, it's your fault. If anyone's game enough to try to reclaim some of her haul, you can expect a fight on your hands; it seems like she has something in mind for all that food.]
C: Chora no what are you doing
[Once she's done eating and attempting to fly, there's only one thing left for it. Time to change into her sweet new leaf clothes! Except...
Although she's made an effort to find relative privacy, and although she still has her modesty-preserving Typical White MMO Underwear on, there might just be the fact that she's still practically sitting in a hallway trying to figure out whether the leaf clothes thing is just a joke or not. And this coming from a woman who runs around in a black bikini in the snow, honestly.]
...Smells real. Eugh, will tear it after bell of wear; cannot do anything in actual plant for clothes!
c;
Don't knock it until you've tried it. It's actually pretty comfortable.
[Her cover identity, Tatiana, is a bit of a tree-hugger, she's decided. #savethewhales and all that.]
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Do not doubt comfort, but...Need function as well. Every place has things needs killing, right? Will get money for it, as I did back home. Cannot fight things in...In...In leaf outfit! Is not protection from claws or weapons! [And, just like that, she's going to flop back on the floor and groan.
She might just be having a tantrum. Sorry Natasha.] Cannot afford to miss allowance!
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I haven't seen anything around here with claws or weapons.
[And she's a lying liar that lies, because she has myriad accoutrements that fit those specifications tucked away in her knapsack, oop.]
Come on, I'll help you. Then we can look for something a little sturdier, all right?
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Still, how very sneaky; Chora's never had to consider someone reading her moves (mainly because she doesn't have to worry about the attention being on her half the time), and the idea of trying to act the least bit like she's not an open book doesn't once occur to her.
Especially not considering there are bigger fish to fry, like the clothing conundrum.]
Rubbish. Because you do not see it, does not mean is not there; is always threat to things, even in tiny place like this. ...And I-- Am not child! [Because she's done such a great job of proving that so far, hasn't she? Still, at least it's enough to light a fire under her and get her back onto her feet, all...All four inches of her standing tall and trying to look cool.
Which is hard when she's still in her underwear. And pouting somewhat.] Appreciate offer of help, however, but am doing this not as your charge. Deal?
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The thought never crossed my mind.
[Although it's beginning to be obvious the girl may require a babysitter, Natasha is certainly not that person. That said, it doesn't mean she can't help right now.]
My name's Tatiana. You can call me Tanya if you want.
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...Ha. [At least Chora's self-aware enough to crack a thin smile.] Alright, but only if can help or reward you in similar fashion. Does not sit well to take charity when am perfectly capable...
Name is Terpsichora Ll'wen. Name is also incredibly stupid, so Chora is easier to say. Hope that can make up for abominable first impression, Tanya; do you fight? [In what universe is that an acceptable end to an introduction good lord...]
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Lean down a bit before you jump! Make sure to open up your wings and glide before you start beating them!
[At least she's giving okay advice? Even though she hasn't flown in none-seagull form for ages herself, and fairy wings, moth or pixie, are completely different...]
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Except for the fact that Memoca's just scared the everliving tar out of Chora, who has tripped over herself in surprise and tumbled to a halt.
Which is good, because she probably would die anyway like the giant idiot she is. Those two pink and yellow moth wings don't even seem to be able to flap at the moment, if the way they simply fold back in defeat is anything to go by.
Either that or they're just matching their owner's mood. The latter's probably likely given that she's just lying on the ground in a huge mess of thick limbs, staring balefully at Memoca like it's her fault.] ...Thanks. Will remember for next time.
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So when she barrels against the ground out of shock, Memoca both winces and chuckles internally.]
AHAHAH! Did you just trip on midair? Wow, you're reeeally bad at this.
[Wherever Chora is, Memoca decides to step next to her. She might notice that where Memoca's arms are is where her pixie wings are placed instead-- there is nothing on her back.]
I'll show you how it's done!
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...Am not saving you if you fall, either; better not suck. [And to show extra maturity, she's just going to stick her nose in the air and merely watch from the corner of her eye. Yep. Sure is a grown woman acting like a baby.]
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[Memoca, with full confidence, leaps off and spreads her wings. The rush of air makes them unfold instantly, displaying in full view the intricate patterns of her wings. So majestic, so--
--wait, hold on, she's going down pretty fast. Like, uncannily fast. Unfortunately, Memoca's spent so much time underwater, flying in air with an unfamiliar wing shape is proving to perhaps be too much for her.]
Wait, wait, hold up! No! WAAAAUGH--
[She crashes straight into the wall.
1-HIT KO]
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Well, when she finds out that she's not the only one who can't fly for balls, really. Chora's just sitting there uselessly for a second before leaping to her feet and running after Memoca, trying to watch her graceful descent all the way down.
And it's totally worth it, once she's pretty sure that there hasn't been a fatality. They're tiny little fairies, they can't die right? Nahhh. Chora just scales down to her new, crumpled buddy like a little, pastel spider monkey before standing over her with her arms folded. ...Huh. That sure had been a thing.]
Not sure whether laughing or helping is appropriate. Are alive, yes?
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Stupid wings!
[She's alive.
Memoca turns to Chora, before clearing her throat and saying:]
Pretend you never saw that.
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That being said, she can't miss her chance to be an ass about everything; on comes her most serious of expressions, arms crossed and head inclined in mock thought.] Hm...Not sure about that. Was very hilarious thing I might have witnessed; may take more persuading to--
[And then she beams.] Just winding you up. Consider it forgotten; would not want to be laughed at for lack of skill with own wings, and would merely seem is somewhat new for everyone here. Won't even charge for such favour, considering was done for my benefit.
b, no I can't resist.
After a few moments, she can't help but speak. "I'm naut certain that will last until the winter, and you certainly do naut resemble a squirrel. What will you do with all that, hmm?"
how could anyone resist the idea of a giant manchild hoarding food tbh
"Not storing it for winter; bread would grow stale, is no point. Am simply repurposing food."
Not that it's exactly the most clear of explanations, but she's not willing to reveal more right now given she's put so much stock into appearing as hard as possible. Which goes a long way into explaining why she squares her shoulders and stands up straighter, as if trying to look as big as possible whilst holding a whole load of cutesy faerie food. Ridiculous. "...Not sharing, either. Find your own."
...Honestly? If Chora wasn't so focussed on this 'looking hard' business, she'd probably feel a little guilty. Hell, she'd ask the same questions (and Zara is kind of cute, in that weird, dangerous Elezen way). Why oh why must things be badly timed?
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But then the girl goes on about how she is not sharing, and the elf laughs. It might be pretty, if there wasn't an edge of cackle to it--which makes her stop, abruptly. The scowl is brief, but present; not directed at Chora, however, but at whatever is foremost in Zara's memory--probably the thought of her mother. But she isn't about to offer that tidbit of information, either.
"I would naut dream of taking your food. I only asked because I wanted to know." She lifts her nut-cup in something like a toast, and takes another sip of whatever's in it. "I am naut certain that it would work as bait, and we are all rather small to go hunting, nau?"
Not that Zara would be averse to a bit of meat, but she'd gotten the feeling she'd be missing it sorely before she got a taste again.
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"None yours!"
...Well. At least Chora's got the self-awareness to look mildly ashamed of her rude little outburst, clutching the food a little tighter and trying to ignore how her face feels like it's turning purple. "...Not bad things. Not hunting, either; do not know what would bring, anyroad. Is good things, for food."
She's practically squirming at this stage, shifting from foot to foot and definitely some hideous shade of aubergine. If Zara's looking closely enough, she might see that shifty gaze turn to the pocket of glow worms so eagerly providing lighting and background chatter, however.
Not that it seems noble when, as if to shut herself up, Chora jams a crumb into her mouth and begins to viciously chew. Good job, buddy. Real great job of not looking like a weenie.
omg precious giant baby
And it all becomes clear to her. However, she does not draw undue attention, at first. The act of feeding the little critters is something she would do herself, it is true, but she would be just as uncomfortable about it, especially if attention were brought to it.
So she finishes whatever dew is left in her walnut cup--a cup she needs to hold in her arms, no less--and gets to her feet, to extend that as a tray of sorts to the Roegadyn.
"You might need that," she offers. "You would naut want to drop any, I should think." More than that, the little critters could probably use whatever moisture the crumbs might absorb from the dew left in the cup. Not that Zara is about to draw any more attention to any of it than she already has by actually explaining that...