❪ october plot conclusion; wyver takes ❫

[natha]

THE END TO THE EPIDEMIC     On the morning of November 3, there is a palpable buzz on the streets as both the natives of Wyver and Olympian refugees share the same sentiment: excitement. Word will quickly spread that a cure to VIOLET2710 has finally been developed and is ready for mass dissemination. Throughout the city, the cure can be found at any of the numerous small temples and outposts of the Altar of Volkkra. The shamans of Volkkra will happily distribute the cure to any of the ill in need of it, without restraint. A joint venture between both Olympia and Wyver, citizens of both are granted equal access. As the lines form, the shamans will ask that able-bodied persons administer the cure to themselves and to others. Don't let the needles scare you! It'll only hurt a little. At each of these outposts, signs will be posted giving credit to those who aided in the creation and manufacture of the cure: Claire Fraser Amaterasu Pike Trickfoot Charles Xavier Alan Foster (Bruce Wayne) Keyleth Rosalind Lutece Shinjiro Aragaki Mipha Wrathion Dorian Pavus Merlin Morrigan Clarke Griffin Rose Lalonde Peter Parker Linnaeus Zelda John Watson You Watanabe Jean Grey Mikleo Daenerys Targaryen Dylas Frankenstein Waver Velvet As they distribute the cure, the shamans will note that those receiving the cure should give thanks to those named. Without their contributions, it may have taken much longer for the cure to be found and created in large enough quantities to save everyone. SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?     With Olympia and Wyver's fragile alliance still in effect and a cure to VIOLET2710 distributed, Olympia finally opens its gates once again to Refugees if they feel a little homesick. High-speed transportation will be available at record low costs as politicians, merchants, and other business owners desperately hurry home to salvage whatever they can from the terrorist attacks. Refugees are advised to remain in Wyver until food rations can be recovered and the water can be decontaminated. However, those more personally attached to Olympia may discover that the city is preparing a mass call for volunteers that will go out in the near future. In the meantime, and understandably, you should do what you can to help the Wyver people. The Dragon city has started posting quests, not only for you to do your part, but for the Wyver people to gauge your worth as visitors to their sacred land. Thesa also has an interest in the unfolding events. Refugees have now been exposed to both lands, and certainly some will find themselves more invested in one side than the other. Darma finally wakes from slumber to observe, and while she is thankful that Refugees are immersed in her world, there is something foreboding on the horizons. On the night of the 3rd, Darma will appear in your dreams for a conversation. It has been some time, Refugee... ah, no, certainly not for me. I am Darma. It is my hope that Sael as served you well in my place. The Natha do not feel, but I must express gratefulness that I am able to return to you. My greeting extends to both old and new faces. As we watch you, we see that this world and its people have begun to influence your hearts. In time, your loyalty to either of these lands, to Olympia or to Wyver, shall affect how you are seen by the other side. As observers, we are unable to provide either region a winning edge. Thus, once you pledge loyalty to one, you cannot use Thesa to teleport to the other. Choose wisely, or choose none at all. There is no war for those who do not wish to see it. For those who do... if I may be prudent— this alliance will not last. Keep your friends close, Refugee, for they may not remain so if your allegiances conflict. You will wake before you get a chance to reply. THE UNDERLYING PROBLEM IN THE UNDERGROWTH     The locals often speak of a cursed place deep within Wyver territory, confounded by the spirits of dragons who passed long ago: those who still wish for vengeance on the people of Olympia for their untimely deaths. Though these stories began as nothing more than urban legends among the raiders and shamans, over time the idea has become mainstream. So much that the rumors have started causing unrest between the people of Wyver and their guests. More than a few people within Wyver have used these rumors as justification for opposing the current alliance with Olympia. Many Wyver locals see these rumors as a sign that their ancestors disapprove of the alliance. As a result, those in charge have decided that it would be prudent to mitigate some of the anxiety from either side. Those who are willing to look into these rumors further will find themselves lead towards the darkest parts of Wyver, deep within the Undergrowth in a region devoid of light. The faint of heart will be advised against delving further. Common among these rumors are accounts of people being attacked by an unseen enemy, or talk of possession and out-of-body experiences. Those who press on will find that the culprit is none other than a new, undocumented beast. This creature is able to camouflage itself perfectly to its environment. This, paired with darkness of the deep Undergrowth, makes this beast nearly impossible to detect with the naked eye. The creature also release a noxious gas that can spark a range of emotional responses: some may grow hysterical, while others may be consumed by despair. The effects only last for minutes, though some may linger in the back of one's mind for hours after. While the creature does not actually attack people directly, the other beasts of the Undergrowth may take advantage of its victims. Fortunately, Wyver is not looking for the creature's capture. They respect the delicate balance of the jungle as they see themselves as its protectors. For now, they only desire more information about this creature in order to assuage the people. Good luck and do your best to keep your wits! ALRIA'S FULL MOON     While Olympians worship the ever-present light of Thesa, the people of Wyver are captivated by the smaller, yet ever-changing Alria. Alria cycles in and out of the night sky much like what denizens of Earth would remember as lunar phases, and those who are familiar with that may notice it is very similar to their own. And likewise, the creatures, men and women of Wyver are affected when Alria transitions into its full moon phase. DRAGONS & LUNATICS — The dragons are restless. Perhaps because this particular full moon is accompanied by far more human scent than they are typically used to, but there's no doubt that they are eyeing humans as they do fresh prey. That is exactly why humans or human-like refugees will be tasked to tame a particularly rowdy dragon stable. The dragon mounts at Lhongha Stables have broken free from their homes, roaming aimlessly in the deep undergrowth. You and another will be advised to strip down to your undergarments (it's hot, relax a little, human!) and lure the dragons back to the stables with your bodies. Rowdy dragons do love their human flesh! "Just a hunch," says the owner of the stables, "But I bet they'll come running faster if they smell your human blood." He laughs as he hands over a pocket knife if he sees you're not carrying a weapon. The owner assures you that the dragons have been trained not to attack unless told to, but who knows how serious he is about that? JUNGLE HEAT (NSFW) — The full moon affects Wyver in other ways as well. While Olympia has a district blessed by Thesa's light all year long, Wyver only feels it at a certain time of the month. "The Heat" lasts for a full week starting on a full moon. You'll see it everywhere. Olympia has its lust confined in a single district, but in Wyver, during the phase of the full moon, the lust is everywhere. The people of Wyver will be friendlier then, offering you ale and meat. They sing songs of destroying their enemies up north, but even the native Olympians won't be able to will themselves to be angry when Alria shines upon them. Perhaps you'll be find yourself affected, too, by Alria's light. And it's okay to get touchy; it isn't like the locals care about public displays of affection when they most certainly are getting handsy themselves. THE PACT OF VOLKKRA — Shamans, too, participate in celebrations of Alria's full moon. During the event, the shamans will give pairs each a couple of blessed dragon teeth necklaces. Wyver tradition states that if a shaman approves you as a pair, then you are granted a chance to form a Volkkran Pact. This pact, the shaman will explain, will bond a pair as an unstoppable team, granting one another a small influence on each others' powers. "King Shanrian and his Pact, Counsel Shenya benefit from this. Shenya was granted physical strength, and our King his Counsel's perception. It has made quite a difference." THE VOLKKRAN PACT AT NAMARAK SUMMIT     Despite being mistaken for a pair, there is no need to take the shaman's advice. The necklace will disappear if the Pact isn't completed in a week's time. However, if the Pact's benefits might be something of interest to you and your partner, then you'll be advised to travel further south, until you reach Namarak Mountain. At the summit, you'll find an altar, where you and your partner are expected to return the necklaces and make a vow to support one another. The shaman there isn't particularly interested in what you do to complete the Pact. In fact, many people who attempt the Pact tend to... go a bit further than is necessary, when it can be achieved through a simple kiss between the partners. The Volkkran Pact's effects are immediate upon physical contact. Each Pact can be broken through a special process with the head Shaman, but there needs to be at least a month's time before one can sever it. The pairs may be fake and still receive the benefit of the Pact, though they may find that sharing power with someone they are not truly committed to is a mistake. NOTE: Players may be creative about what powers can be shared. The recipients of the such powers can never be granted its full strength, but it may be strengthened with Wyver REP rewards. Please note that PCs does not need to pledge allegiance to Wyver in order to keep the Volkkran Pact; they will only need 10 Wyver REP in order to strengthen it. Refer to the questions thread below if you have any questions. BUILD-A-BLADE WORKSHOP     Sirod, the weapon's head shopkeeper, is interested in procuring a few materials for his clients. While these clients have already collected the claws of larger beasts and various other parts needed to create their new weapons, they are still missing some rare, necessary items. In particular, they are still missing the following: High Prisms — These tiny crystals attach themselves to the branches of older trees. They tend to hang near the tops of them, hiding in the shadows of the leaves. Unfortunately, retrieving them requires one… to climb. Hopefully you got a lot of tree climbing practice as a kid. Who knew that skill would ever come in handy? Crystal Drop — These are normally found near bodies of water. Especially water that has been enchanted, past or present. The drops tend to cling to the floors of these mystical streams and lagoons. Those seeking them will also have to be careful not to be affected by the water’s properties. Perhaps that's part of the trick of gathering them. Frozen Mylan Root — Mylans are a type of live vegetation that grows on Namarak Mountain. Constantly roaming in the warm seasons, they root themselves into fertile earth during the winter where they sleep until spring, making the snowy mountain ideal to acquire the roots. Plucking them from the ground takes strength, and slicing them will prove equally difficult... and of course, there is a blood-curdling scream when you wake it from its slumber. Well, it wouldn't be a real test of strength and emotional fortitude otherwise. Those who retrieve any of these items will be rewarded 100 Silver. FINAL OOC NOTE     An AC-eligible thread for 2 WYVER REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by DEC 10th 11:59 PM EST. We will no longer be providing overflow posts. In an event where the post hits CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals or create their own catch-all post. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[motivation]

[ finally, someone who also only goes by one name, at least as far as introductions go. dutch's smile is less charming than his, because charm does not sit easily on her features unless she's undercover and trying, but there's interest and a hint of danger in it. ] Dutch.

[ she takes a swig of the drink he's brought her. the impression that she can handle her drink is more than accurate, though she still bemoans the fact that there's no hokk in this world. whiskey and wine provide decent substitutes that she's come to like in their own right, but she misses what she knows at times. (never get attached, khlyen had told her. that it would hold for places and drinks as much as for people isn't something dutch would have figured. ]

And the drunken masses don't bother you?

[ speaking of drunken masses: dutch neatly sidesteps a couple tumbling backward by taking a step into anders' space. ]

dragons;

[unprays]

[ perhaps this would teach her to never let go of her composure — she had been so eager to pay back the debt she felt she owed to Prompto for all his concern during the time she had been sick, she'd offered to help him with whatever he needed help with without even pausing to ask what it might be —

mostly because she didn't consider it might involve dragons. but when her word has been given, she will not take it back — the Stark name is a honourable one, and she will not disgrace her family by declining something she'd already promised to do.

at least he has taken care of the stripping down — she is still wearing a dress, though has made a concession, taking off the shawl she'd wrapped around her shoulders and arms. perhaps her bare arms and shoulders would at least help a little. ]

This does sound stupid... but I suppose they would know better. [ a small, amused smile is the only indication she gives that she's totally not fooled by the whole knife thing. ]

[unpromising]

You're checking me out.

[ He says it, pretty amused. Nothing wrong with it, nor is he going to attract any more attention to himself by posing or flexing or anything like that. Instead, he downs the rest of his drink, letting out a sigh once all of it is down. After years of always being drunk, it doesn't burn the throat as much anymore. In fact, it feels really good. ]

It'd have to be your place, unless you've got company.

[ He sleeps on Aranea's couch, and while he doesn't think she would mind Qrow bringing someone over, it just seems indecent. ]

Unless you want to go to the back alley or the bathroom.

lance | voltron: legendary defender

[competing]

build-a-blade workshop

a. high prisms

[ lance loved climbing trees as a kid. are you kidding? any chance he got, he'd be all over them, even dislocated a shoulder once (or twice) in his enthusiasm, and one of his favorite summer past-times had been scaring hunk with how high he'd dare to climb any of the old trees they'd come across on their walks home from school.

trust turning something into a job to make an activity that'd once been so loved into something boring. as. heck. ]

Are we done yet?

[ this marks maybe the fourth time he's asked since they've started, his partner either high up on the tree tops by now, surpassing him, or maybe still struggling to get onto the tree's branches in the first place. lance himself is currently hanging upside-down from one of the middle branches, arms folded behind his head lazily, his own half-filled pouch of high prisms hanging from the cold of those arms. when he agreed to do this, he hadn't thought it'd wind up being an all day kind of thing... ]

b. crystal drops (dragon cove)

[ the journey to the quiet, clear spring within dragon cove had been an arduous one — not necessarily for the supposed dangerous creatures that lurked about (for none had come to meet them along the way, thankfully) but more for the strange, oppressive air that weighed heavily on his chest the entire time journeying there. it was the kind of feeling that made him constantly want to turn back around,
but money is money, and if he and his own are truly intending to stay here for the foreseeable future... it's best to make nice with the locals when one can.

at least the spring itself is a nice, breath of fresh air. he can finally breathe in deeply without feeling like he's trespassed, and he takes a moment to simply enjoy stretching his arms high over his head, relaxing.

but of course they are here to work, and so he is quick to get back to business. without hesitating, he turns to his companion, carefully unwrapping the homemade babysling currently carrying a large, warm egg. it is dusty orange, speckled with dark brown freckles. ]

Here — hold junior.

[ he then proceeds to tug off the thin t-shirt he'd been wearing, stripping down to just a pair of shorts as he inches closer towards the edge of the pool. ]

c. frozen mylan root

WHAT?

[ they're about halfway to their destination now, lance bundled up the most he's ever been since arriving to wyver. the cold from the snow isn't even that bad, but it's still quite a contrast to the sticky humidity that he's come to associate with wyver in general, and so he is extra-prepared, just in case.

part of that extra-preparedness, however, seems to involve him already fashioning a pair of homemade earplugs into his ears, before they've even reached the garden of mylan roots to begin with.

hence, the yelling. ]

DID YOU SAY SOMETHING???

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( if none of these prompts catch your fancy, feel free to work something else out with me via PM or PP at ellipses! c: )

[fisherwife]

I would be careful about that. For all you know I may... What was it called? 'Drink like a fish'? [PUNS... Mipha laughs, though she's not even sure that's true. She's never really had the chance to indulge before and while she doesn't plan on going crazy now, it's not a terrible idea to drink some.

She drinks deeply, closing her eyes a moment at the familiar warmth of alcohol and shivers. This won't, she thinks in retrospect, help any; in fact, it'll just make the dreamlike feeling worse once it hits her system, but... Oh well. It's a little too late for that now.

She covers her mouth with her hand to cough a few times as she pulls the mug away, eyes watering slightly and look of sheepishness on her face.] It's a bit stronger than I thought it'd be. I'm not sure the drinks in Olympia are quite this strong.

[fisherwife]

[Mipha hesitates a moment longer, before giving a sort of resigned, defeated smile. Alright, Atsushi, you win.]

I shall follow, then. Thank you very much. [She pushes herself to her feet and begins to walk, following Atsushi with a pleasant silence broken by her giggles at Daifuku's antics.]

He's quite adorable. Did you find him somewhere? [Aw she misses her penguin now... He's probably being looked after by Zelda or Link while she finishes up working. She makes a mental note to get some extra fish to bring back to him.]

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[knitpick]

Giving up already? You have less stamina than I'd anticipated.

[Easy for her to say when she's just fucking floating in midair, paused and gently hovering in place to shoot Lance a wry look. In her defense, she's spent the last month sick. She needs to take it easy, clearly, even if the need for money demands she find work.

Her own pouch is a fair bit fuller, at least.]

[meinwaifu]

[And nothing happens!]

[...well, at least not for a good ten minutes or so. He did warn him last time that he can't teleport that far... But there's another reason for that as well. A reason that'll become obvious when Mephisto suddenly appears at his side, grinning in a somewhat goofy way with his clothes looking a little disheveled, and definitely smelling like alcohol.]

[He might be a little drunk.]

You rang?

[meinwaifu]

[Ah, a fellow refugee, huh?]

[...what a perfect opportunity for a little fun.]

Ah, one of the refugees! I myself am an Olympian -- what a shame this had to be your first experience of our great city! I hope it hasn't soured your opinion of it.

dragons

[otiosity]

[Hawke on the other hand seems completely over the moon at the idea of luring dragons with their flesh. She's currently in the middle of stripping down to her skivvies while also still wearing her armor.

It's ridiculous.]

Come on Anders, don't you want to say you fought a dragon naked? Imagine all the drinks at the Hanged Man people will buy us.

[emblazes]

[Bitch u think he's tryina hang out for fun??]

Maybe the thing that lives here will take care of it.

[This is the first, vaguest death threat he's issued. Crowley why do u make him so angry. Of course he can fight, he just hasn't ever had to deal with fighting a vampire with bizarro plant powers or whatever the hell.]

You shouldn't be so cocky.

[meinwaifu]

[SHE CALLED HERSELF A FISH oh no, how charming. The little cough gets a laugh out of him, not expecting her to drink quite so much, even in the face of his own insistence.]

Hahah, it is rather potent, isn't it? But a drink like this certainly captures the rustic appeal of Wyver, I'd say.

[He looks over behind her, where a waitress is carrying a platter filled with more mugs of ale -- and with a snap of his fingers, one of them poofs from the platter and into his hands. He's clearly done this a few times by now, because the waitress sees it disappear and immediately starts to laugh, shooting a wave over at Mephisto.]

But it's rather interesting, this little festival... I wonder what it is that causes the moon to have such an effect on the people here.

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[insurgent]

[ She cants her head. ]

I could. [ the implication being yeah, but I won't. ] And you could hurry up.

[ Time is money, etc. ]

[emblazes]

[Keith, having very little concern in the way of ADVENTURE and POSSIBLE DEATH is only vaguely concerned about JJ accompanying him out here. He was able to scale that building way back when, sure, but scaling trees for what are essentially gems is...


Eh. He should build up his strength a bit beforehand, maybe they should've waded around the shore for Crystal Drops instead. He didn't want to change plans last minute, lest he find insult in doing so.

Either way, he's aloft -- they're both aloft, Keith across from JJ, a bit higher up as well. It's a sturdy enough tree, but a fall from here would definitely put the guy out of the olympics.]

Didn't you have breakfast before you came out here?

[WHY A PICNIC? WHAT.]

[emblazes]

That's part of it.

[So to speak, so they've been told. He hasn't any reason to question the reasoning behind the Great Dragon Escape, but it sounds legit enough to him. Even so, having an additional lure would be nice. Make things that much easier.

On the other hand, maybe she's right about his reckless remark. Sharks are drawn to whatever sort of blood, right? The constituents are a little more sophisticated here.

Apparently.

On the other hand, at least she doesn't have to worry about Keith making things awkward, re: clothes, or lack thereof. Seeing naked bits is super low on his list of priorities at any given moment...]

You're right. [He eventually concedes.] Our other option is our own blood.

[He's not too keen on addressing his alien roots with her just yet.]

[insurgent]

[ Jyn has only ever lived on one planet with trees — fortunately, her year there involved a great deal of climbing. ]

We don't do that in space.

[ Jokes!! One corner of her mouth quirks involuntarily, the only tell of her amusement. The perks of being sci-fi, as she now knows herself to be, include feigning ignorance of anything she chooses.

She wordlessly follows suit, using his considerable boost in stature to reach the nearest branch, quickly testing its fragility with a tug. It'll do. She's compact, just over five feet of muscle, so she finds footing on a gnarl easily enough and starts making her way up. ]

theyre the guys in charge of the temple of satanic worship

[emblazes]

[He enters with some caution; side effects of that illness weigh heavily on his mind. Rin had never done anything hostile to him, which helps ease him along, but there's always that potential.]

It's me.

[Stop my bleeding and slit my throat.]

I brought you something.

[While making a beeline for his room, right where he left him. What a good patient.]

[competing]

[ lance purses his lips out in an exaggerated pout, slowly beginning to swing himself from the branch like the dumb monkey he is. ]

I was working all morning, okay? Those dragons don't milk themselves.

[ jk. or not? who knows what he's made to do in a wyver farm, okay. the details here aren't exactly the point. nor is the actual strain on his body, because at his idle swinging shows, he's not all that tired. right around now, on a normal day, he'd be knee-deep in his second job (the non-paying one, grumble) so it's not like he's not used to working himself ragged till sundown...

but he's pretty sure if he so much as implied that his own whining was born out of any concern for rose's well-being, she'd smite him down from where she hovered right then and there.

so instead he just continues to sigh dramatically. ]

30 more minutes. [ his foot is down! figuratively. ] 30 more minutes, and then we're finding ourselves a nice little cafe.

a!!

[tailorable]

[ Eggsy holds his hands up in surrender. ]

Alright, bruv. [ faintly amused rather than irritated. ] You shoulda said you wanted to play it Notting Hill style from the get-go.

[ y'know, pretending-you-aren't-famous style. ]

[competing]

[ lance's footsteps falter at keith's sudden inquiry. minutes ago, the silence had been pretty deafening, almost oppressive in the way it seemed to sit right on top of his chest, like an angry wrestler who can't understand your cries of "uncle" because he's too busy crushing your lungs. then, he would have given his right leg to hear keith say something, anything, just to puncture the thick tension that'd manifested between them ever since he oh-so-casually brought up the venture that afternoon.

now? he kinda wished that wrestler was back on his chest again. ]

Oh... huh? [ there's that casual tone again, pitched slightly higher than his usual octave. his eyes flicker from keith to their surrounding, one hand idly running over the smooth curve of their swaddled egg, tucked comfortably against his torso thanks to his make-shift baby sling. ]

Nah, it was just something to do, you know? We had a free afternoon... [ yeah, that sounds weak even to him. but when faced with keith's very obvious and vocal uncertainty, he finds himself eager to backtrack too, not wishing to seem too pushy, too desperate. his tone struggles for that optimum breeziness; jury's still out on whether or not he actually achieves it. ]

Besides, maybe we can sell these dragon tooth necklaces, you know, get some extra silver. [ his footsteps have slowed to a full stop now. no more than ten feet in the direction of where they're meant to go for this... ceremony. ]

Corhy just mentioned it before, you know? I thought, oh, that's cool, that's interesting, why not just check it out, I wasn't like — I didn't think like, oh, yeah, me and Keith definitely should — I mean, like. It was just an idea, you know?

[ he's fidgeting in his spot, starting to glance back the way in which they came. where the heck did that shaman go... ]

[kaleorbekaled]

[Oh, this poor man! What an awful thing to have happen to one's home. By nature, Kale's already an accommodating person. But whatever is influencing her to be a little more relaxed and sociable with people is also driving up that accommodating side by several notches.]

Oh, not at all! It's not fair to judge a whole city by a few bad people who caused trouble. I liked Olympia quite a lot!

[Now she's a bit embarrassed as she admits one last thing, mainly because of how much she's procrastinated.]

I...I was even thinking of signing up for the Guard, but I couldn't work up the nerve to go and ask about joining.

[kaleorbekaled]

[She'd meant the part about undressing, but Kale is paying careful attention to their surroundings. In particular, she's sniffing at the air. Not that she knows what a dragon smells like, but if they succeed with the first one, at least she'll be better prepared to identify one going forward.]

I hope it'll come along peacefully...

[She pauses for a moment.]

Do you think it might be calmer if we sang to it? I heard somewhere singing to animals sometimes calms them.

[fisherwife]

I don't dislike it, at least. In a lot of ways, this place reminds me of the Gerudo Town or Goron City... [She feels like Urbosa and Daruk would feel right at home here. She looks up then and quickly continues to explain:] Those are two of the races in my world. The Gerudo are women who live out in the desert, and the Goron live on a volcano. They're both fine cities, but closer in structure to Wyver.

[She sighs softly, a look of fond nostalgia on her face. At the time it'd been very uncomfortable to travel there since the dryness wasn't good for Mipha, but now she sort of misses it.

Mipha turns her head to watch everything, but quickly turns her attention back with a brightened look of delight at the flashy little show of magic.] It's something about the light, I think? Something magical about it, but even beyond that... [She tilts her head up to search out the moon] There's something about the full moon. It's... romantic, and wild.

[tailorable]

[ something in the water on this freaky deaky planet really gets people going. eggsy doesn't mind, of course, even if he can't help but notice the shifts in behaviour. he recalls the girls who told him about the cove in olympia, giggling over his confusion.

in truth, this isn't eggsy's usual gig either. he prefers getting wankered with his mates and trying to jump the steps at waterloo while spectacularly off-kilter. going on the pull isn't a regular occurrence, though he supposes this is different. he sort of tripped into an encounter with thomas.

when in rome, indeed. eggsy moves to cup nightingale's face, brushing a thumb along his jaw. by this point, they're too close to turn back. they haven't set the rules in the same way he had with dutch and ros — it's casual and it's secret, respectively — and perhaps they should first. he almost says as much, but then he thinks oh, fuck it. he slips his hand to cradle the back of thomas' head, leverage to firmly slot their mouths together. ]

[worldlyafflictions]

[He probably actually nearly poofs in right on top of Shima since he'd been getting up again at this point and had been about to go looking for Mephisto. Good thing he hadn't though, if he'd found Mephisto buried in booze and women or something his generous spirits would have dried right up even with Alria's influence.]

Wah--jeez! It took ya!