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Lavender Blue
Who: G'raha Tia, Madhuri, and Every Last One of You!
Which: Open Log
What: A cat and a dragon leap into marriage. What japes lie within the festivities?
Warnings: Gratuitous hand-holding!
It's a quiet morning, and the weather is mercifully fine. As the day progresses, the faerie activity is abuzz at the edge of the Wildlands at the nothern edge of Reverein. They need no RSVPs or dress codes, no ser, no ser, for all are invited to the evening's humble union and festivity in whatever they feel is comfortable. Whether it's by fluttering down and taking a guest by the hand or perching on their head and playing captain, the faeries are thrilled to play guides today. They hand each of the guests a small party cracker on the way, and ask to wait for "the signal". Hmmm...
The destination isn't far. It's a clearing that has been cared for over some time, dappled with rays of late sunshine peeking in from the bordering treetops. In the center is an eye-popping sight, a deeply purple tree with banners of differing colors and strings of fine crystals tied to the branches. Each breeze brings with it a shimmering wave of color and the sound of twinkling as crystal clinks together. The clearing is wreathed in flowers of all shapes and colors courtesy of the lovely Isabela Madrigal, the blooms swaying with every breeze.
G'raha Tia, dressed to the nines, welcomes all guests warmly. He's rather bashful, but appreciates all who come to attend. Guests are free to sit in any of the seats they like, for all dreamers have come together again and again like family against all encroaching nightmares.
At precisely four, G'raha steps beneath the tree, where a shape begins to move from within the boughs. Climbing down is an ornate dragon of scales like liquid mercury, who settles in and pulls a small book and a pair of half-moon spectacles from beneath a wing. Any utterances of awe are met with a humble bow of the head. But soon the dragon's gaze turns down the grassy aisle and the seated rise. G'raha's gaze follows, and his ears and tail frizz as a music begins to play upon the air...
...As it's the first time he sees Madhuri in her dress, hands tucked around a bundle of blossoms as she seems to glide down the aisle. In her wake are clusters of tiny golden dandelions sprouting from where her shoes had touched the grass just moments ago. Her countenance, usually painted in mischief, is actually a little bashful today, and remains so as she steps beneath the tree to join G'raha and the dragon.
The latter introduces herself as 'Mirror' as all guests are seated, and welcomes all to this momentous day, a union of dreamers. That once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives one a faerie tale; that you know when you found your other half because not only do you have a smile on your face, but in your heart as well. Madhuri reaches up to fondly smooth the ruffled fur of her groom's ears.
The two join hands and recite a shared vow, and upon each recitation, a ring is slipped over the other's finger:
"With my whole heart, I take you as my [husband/wife], acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, as you do mine.
I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family's love and happiness my priority. I vow to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share in the silence when they are not. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. I give you my hand and my heart. As a sanctuary of warmth and peace. I pledge my love, devotion, faith and honor as I join my life to yours. You are my person—my love and my life, today and always. I thank the Twelve that I am yours and you're mine."
It is at this point that Mirror politely chuckles as the pair seem to be lost in the moment. For those betting on who would cry first among the couple, the G'raha-first gamblers became winners. Congrats!
"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. ...You may kiss your bride."
All bashfulness is gone as the two share a kiss. It lingers as a wave of dreamotion emanates from the two of them, and springing forth from the violet tree, the grass of the clearing and the bordering flowers were strange blooms of gleaming white; emanating a soft corona of myriad colors. The crown of blooms in her hair shifted as well, and another sprouted in G'raha's hair. What... sort of flower was this...?
Mirror stepped aside and beamed.
"...It is my pleasure to introduce to you all, for the first time as husband and wife, G'raha Tia and Madhuri of Tribe Qalli! May their union be blessed with everlasting love and joy, and may they conquer every challenge hand-in-hand and side-by-side."
"NOW!! Get 'em!" The faeries shout, armed with their own party crackers. When guests pull the little cords, the typical paper confetti and ribbons is instead a stream of silvery stars and glimmering lights that alight any surface they touch as if solid before disappearing.
Amid the celebration, G'raha is relieved of his need for walking as Madhuri stoops and picks him up. The bride was happy to princess-carry the blushing groom down the flower-carpeted aisle and through the party cracker mayhem, leading the way to the reception just next door.
The reception space is like a page taken out a storybook, flower-dappled hedges framing a stage setup, many tables and chairs for comfortable seating, a dance floor and a trio of large tables all laid out with different foods to pick and choose from, each bearing the centerpiece of a small wedding cake on a stand.
But first, the music! The music is ever-present and classy, thanks to a team of resident Radio Demon Alastor and Akechi "We're Not Friends" Goro. The past and relative present combine with tunes to flavor the atmosphere, painting the perfect picture for the newlyweds' very first dance as the drinks begin to flow along the guests. Wouldn't you know it, but it seemed the couple had somehow picked the same song to dedicate to one another. The next number, however, is one Madhuri could never have guessed: G'raha had written and wished to perform his very own song for his lovely wife, the latter of which quickly becomes a bashful red to match the man's hair as his voice lifts in earnest, the poetry dancing in his voice to its completion.
The floor then opens to the guests, with the opening number unveiling a debut of Princess Octavia Ars Goetia singing on stage. Yet no matter the volume of her lovely tune, it pales in comparison to her proud father hooting and applauding away to the side. That's his owlette!
Now, with the music going and the drinks (both alcoholic and non-) flowing, maybe it's time to have a little bite! What's on offer?
I. Love Bites
A. This first table represents Madhuri's homeland of the Azim Steppe! The lemon cake centerpiece depicts a grassy landscape, topped with G'raha and Madhuri dressed in traditional clothing called 'deel'. They have their weapons drawn and are prepared for battle against an unseen foe.
The menu bears many barbecue options, including:
Buuz (a large dumpling filled with spiced meat)
Khorkhog (barbecued lamb with a paired yogurt and mint sauce)
Boortsog (fried dough stuffed with whipped cream cheese)
Perfect for the carnivore!
The food eaten from this table has a chance to incite a competitive spirit within you, building an urge to challenge someone to something, be it 'who can eat their food the fastest', arm wrestling, a race across the grounds, or even a spar (just take it somewhere outside of the grounds, please!). Regardless of winning or losing, the effect will fade once the contest is complete.
B. The second table represents Old Sharlayan, where G'raha calls home! This champagne cake (no worries, it's no longer alcoholic upon baking!) centerpiece depicts a cozy study area, where G'raha is deep in a book and surrounded by more reading material. Madhuri is using a stack of books as a step stool to reach for the top of a nearby shelf of spice jars.
The menu bears many smaller bites and lighter options, including:
Sliders (Regular or with cheese! For those who just want a good burger)
Piennolo Tomato Salad (Tomatoes, onions and fresh herbs tossed in a light oil)
Stuffed Pitas (Pita pockets with spinach, olives, cucumbers, tomatoes and feta with a vinaigrette, perfect for the scholar on the go who wants to keep their hands clean and their belly full!)
...Archon Bread (Don't ask what's in this. It's nutrient dense. It's chewy. Very, very chewy. The taste is indescribable. Why did Madhuri make this...? Try it if you dare.)
The food eaten from this table has a chance of making the eater float a few feet off the ground. This effect lasts 15-20 minutes. Maybe you can finally reach those high shelves at your local library...? Interestingly, the Archon Bread offers no dreamotion effects. The horror.
C. This table represents a world very, very far away called Norvrandt, where G'raha had his greatest adventure! This almond cake centerpiece depicts a tall crystal tower made of sugar, with a robed, hooded figure standing vigilant before it. Madhuri hangs off the hooded figure with her head on their shoulder, bearing ornate faerie wings and an elaborate, flowing dress. All hail Fae Queen Maddie and her mysterious King...!
The menu stresses 'on the go' meals that can easily be handheld, which means:
Sandwiches!! (Egg salad, roast beef, rainbow veggie, caprese... anything your heart desires between two slices of bread are at your beck and call, perfect for a pick-me-up during a rough journey through worlds unknown.)
The food eaten from this table makes a small false pixie appear on the person's shoulder, dressed as the most mischievous person they know, whether they are in Reverein or not. The pixie lasts for an hour, happily informing passersby of random trivia about the person. The more embarrassing, the better!
Did the bride promise no pranks? Huh. Guess she lied.
II. The Hopeful Bloom
The strange flowers that sprouted at the end of the ceremony seem to have grown here in the reception venue, too. They exude a soft, blissful happiness, and eyes are drawn to them often. However, there is a compulsion to pick some, and give them to someone, and the bride encourages this behavior with an oh-so-innocent smile. Will it be for a dear friend, someone you've had your eye on, or the love of your life? Whatever the case, the flower will gleam stronger when the giver approaches the receiver to which they hold dearest. For some, it may glow with previously unrecognized feelings, and perhaps may be the opportunity one needs to finally be upfront with one's own heart.
These picked flowers look lovely in a vase and continue to glow softly, emitting glimmering sparkles at night. They will last for one week before the glow fades, leaving a delicate, glass-like flower behind that will last as long as your average cut rose. Perhaps they'll thrive if instead dug up and planted in a pot or in a personal garden...?
III. Open Mic Night
As the dance floor clears, the mic is open on stage. Madhuri briefly explains that, between her power and that of Alastor's, any old song can be played for everyone's enjoyment. If a request is made, a song can be played for you, and you can sing your heart out. Maddie would love to hear you sing! ...Just keep it relatively clean, please. There are children here. Dedicate a song to someone, belt out your feelings, go nuts! Who knows? This might be your chance at a future career on stage as your singing is so dang good that you bring crowds back on the floor dancing away!
However, there may be a risk in asking for any random old song... you may have some particularly interesting tunes to sing to.
All music and merriment will be had until late into the night. Please, feel free to say hello to the bride and groom, or invite them to a dance! If you brought a gift- something that is not required, goodness, you're so generous- Madhuri will hastily drag over a spare table for them. (She really didn't expect anything, she swears she's not scatterbrained...!!)
[ooc: Another wedding! Toot-toot! Shoutout to Cybra for her help with coding! Again, though the log has gone up on the 25th, the wedding is dated canonically for the 31st.]
Which: Open Log
What: A cat and a dragon leap into marriage. What japes lie within the festivities?
Warnings: Gratuitous hand-holding!
It's a quiet morning, and the weather is mercifully fine. As the day progresses, the faerie activity is abuzz at the edge of the Wildlands at the nothern edge of Reverein. They need no RSVPs or dress codes, no ser, no ser, for all are invited to the evening's humble union and festivity in whatever they feel is comfortable. Whether it's by fluttering down and taking a guest by the hand or perching on their head and playing captain, the faeries are thrilled to play guides today. They hand each of the guests a small party cracker on the way, and ask to wait for "the signal". Hmmm...
The destination isn't far. It's a clearing that has been cared for over some time, dappled with rays of late sunshine peeking in from the bordering treetops. In the center is an eye-popping sight, a deeply purple tree with banners of differing colors and strings of fine crystals tied to the branches. Each breeze brings with it a shimmering wave of color and the sound of twinkling as crystal clinks together. The clearing is wreathed in flowers of all shapes and colors courtesy of the lovely Isabela Madrigal, the blooms swaying with every breeze.
G'raha Tia, dressed to the nines, welcomes all guests warmly. He's rather bashful, but appreciates all who come to attend. Guests are free to sit in any of the seats they like, for all dreamers have come together again and again like family against all encroaching nightmares.
At precisely four, G'raha steps beneath the tree, where a shape begins to move from within the boughs. Climbing down is an ornate dragon of scales like liquid mercury, who settles in and pulls a small book and a pair of half-moon spectacles from beneath a wing. Any utterances of awe are met with a humble bow of the head. But soon the dragon's gaze turns down the grassy aisle and the seated rise. G'raha's gaze follows, and his ears and tail frizz as a music begins to play upon the air...
...As it's the first time he sees Madhuri in her dress, hands tucked around a bundle of blossoms as she seems to glide down the aisle. In her wake are clusters of tiny golden dandelions sprouting from where her shoes had touched the grass just moments ago. Her countenance, usually painted in mischief, is actually a little bashful today, and remains so as she steps beneath the tree to join G'raha and the dragon.
The latter introduces herself as 'Mirror' as all guests are seated, and welcomes all to this momentous day, a union of dreamers. That once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives one a faerie tale; that you know when you found your other half because not only do you have a smile on your face, but in your heart as well. Madhuri reaches up to fondly smooth the ruffled fur of her groom's ears.
The two join hands and recite a shared vow, and upon each recitation, a ring is slipped over the other's finger:
I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family's love and happiness my priority. I vow to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share in the silence when they are not. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. I give you my hand and my heart. As a sanctuary of warmth and peace. I pledge my love, devotion, faith and honor as I join my life to yours. You are my person—my love and my life, today and always. I thank the Twelve that I am yours and you're mine."
It is at this point that Mirror politely chuckles as the pair seem to be lost in the moment. For those betting on who would cry first among the couple, the G'raha-first gamblers became winners. Congrats!
"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. ...You may kiss your bride."
All bashfulness is gone as the two share a kiss. It lingers as a wave of dreamotion emanates from the two of them, and springing forth from the violet tree, the grass of the clearing and the bordering flowers were strange blooms of gleaming white; emanating a soft corona of myriad colors. The crown of blooms in her hair shifted as well, and another sprouted in G'raha's hair. What... sort of flower was this...?
Mirror stepped aside and beamed.
"...It is my pleasure to introduce to you all, for the first time as husband and wife, G'raha Tia and Madhuri of Tribe Qalli! May their union be blessed with everlasting love and joy, and may they conquer every challenge hand-in-hand and side-by-side."
"NOW!! Get 'em!" The faeries shout, armed with their own party crackers. When guests pull the little cords, the typical paper confetti and ribbons is instead a stream of silvery stars and glimmering lights that alight any surface they touch as if solid before disappearing.
Amid the celebration, G'raha is relieved of his need for walking as Madhuri stoops and picks him up. The bride was happy to princess-carry the blushing groom down the flower-carpeted aisle and through the party cracker mayhem, leading the way to the reception just next door.
The reception space is like a page taken out a storybook, flower-dappled hedges framing a stage setup, many tables and chairs for comfortable seating, a dance floor and a trio of large tables all laid out with different foods to pick and choose from, each bearing the centerpiece of a small wedding cake on a stand.
But first, the music! The music is ever-present and classy, thanks to a team of resident Radio Demon Alastor and Akechi "We're Not Friends" Goro. The past and relative present combine with tunes to flavor the atmosphere, painting the perfect picture for the newlyweds' very first dance as the drinks begin to flow along the guests. Wouldn't you know it, but it seemed the couple had somehow picked the same song to dedicate to one another. The next number, however, is one Madhuri could never have guessed: G'raha had written and wished to perform his very own song for his lovely wife, the latter of which quickly becomes a bashful red to match the man's hair as his voice lifts in earnest, the poetry dancing in his voice to its completion.
The floor then opens to the guests, with the opening number unveiling a debut of Princess Octavia Ars Goetia singing on stage. Yet no matter the volume of her lovely tune, it pales in comparison to her proud father hooting and applauding away to the side. That's his owlette!
Now, with the music going and the drinks (both alcoholic and non-) flowing, maybe it's time to have a little bite! What's on offer?
A. This first table represents Madhuri's homeland of the Azim Steppe! The lemon cake centerpiece depicts a grassy landscape, topped with G'raha and Madhuri dressed in traditional clothing called 'deel'. They have their weapons drawn and are prepared for battle against an unseen foe.
The menu bears many barbecue options, including:
Buuz (a large dumpling filled with spiced meat)
Khorkhog (barbecued lamb with a paired yogurt and mint sauce)
Boortsog (fried dough stuffed with whipped cream cheese)
Perfect for the carnivore!
The food eaten from this table has a chance to incite a competitive spirit within you, building an urge to challenge someone to something, be it 'who can eat their food the fastest', arm wrestling, a race across the grounds, or even a spar (just take it somewhere outside of the grounds, please!). Regardless of winning or losing, the effect will fade once the contest is complete.
B. The second table represents Old Sharlayan, where G'raha calls home! This champagne cake (no worries, it's no longer alcoholic upon baking!) centerpiece depicts a cozy study area, where G'raha is deep in a book and surrounded by more reading material. Madhuri is using a stack of books as a step stool to reach for the top of a nearby shelf of spice jars.
The menu bears many smaller bites and lighter options, including:
Sliders (Regular or with cheese! For those who just want a good burger)
Piennolo Tomato Salad (Tomatoes, onions and fresh herbs tossed in a light oil)
Stuffed Pitas (Pita pockets with spinach, olives, cucumbers, tomatoes and feta with a vinaigrette, perfect for the scholar on the go who wants to keep their hands clean and their belly full!)
...Archon Bread (Don't ask what's in this. It's nutrient dense. It's chewy. Very, very chewy. The taste is indescribable. Why did Madhuri make this...? Try it if you dare.)
The food eaten from this table has a chance of making the eater float a few feet off the ground. This effect lasts 15-20 minutes. Maybe you can finally reach those high shelves at your local library...? Interestingly, the Archon Bread offers no dreamotion effects. The horror.
C. This table represents a world very, very far away called Norvrandt, where G'raha had his greatest adventure! This almond cake centerpiece depicts a tall crystal tower made of sugar, with a robed, hooded figure standing vigilant before it. Madhuri hangs off the hooded figure with her head on their shoulder, bearing ornate faerie wings and an elaborate, flowing dress. All hail Fae Queen Maddie and her mysterious King...!
The menu stresses 'on the go' meals that can easily be handheld, which means:
Sandwiches!! (Egg salad, roast beef, rainbow veggie, caprese... anything your heart desires between two slices of bread are at your beck and call, perfect for a pick-me-up during a rough journey through worlds unknown.)
The food eaten from this table makes a small false pixie appear on the person's shoulder, dressed as the most mischievous person they know, whether they are in Reverein or not. The pixie lasts for an hour, happily informing passersby of random trivia about the person. The more embarrassing, the better!
Did the bride promise no pranks? Huh. Guess she lied.
The strange flowers that sprouted at the end of the ceremony seem to have grown here in the reception venue, too. They exude a soft, blissful happiness, and eyes are drawn to them often. However, there is a compulsion to pick some, and give them to someone, and the bride encourages this behavior with an oh-so-innocent smile. Will it be for a dear friend, someone you've had your eye on, or the love of your life? Whatever the case, the flower will gleam stronger when the giver approaches the receiver to which they hold dearest. For some, it may glow with previously unrecognized feelings, and perhaps may be the opportunity one needs to finally be upfront with one's own heart.
These picked flowers look lovely in a vase and continue to glow softly, emitting glimmering sparkles at night. They will last for one week before the glow fades, leaving a delicate, glass-like flower behind that will last as long as your average cut rose. Perhaps they'll thrive if instead dug up and planted in a pot or in a personal garden...?
As the dance floor clears, the mic is open on stage. Madhuri briefly explains that, between her power and that of Alastor's, any old song can be played for everyone's enjoyment. If a request is made, a song can be played for you, and you can sing your heart out. Maddie would love to hear you sing! ...Just keep it relatively clean, please. There are children here. Dedicate a song to someone, belt out your feelings, go nuts! Who knows? This might be your chance at a future career on stage as your singing is so dang good that you bring crowds back on the floor dancing away!
However, there may be a risk in asking for any random old song... you may have some particularly interesting tunes to sing to.
All music and merriment will be had until late into the night. Please, feel free to say hello to the bride and groom, or invite them to a dance! If you brought a gift- something that is not required, goodness, you're so generous- Madhuri will hastily drag over a spare table for them. (She really didn't expect anything, she swears she's not scatterbrained...!!)
[ooc: Another wedding! Toot-toot! Shoutout to Cybra for her help with coding! Again, though the log has gone up on the 25th, the wedding is dated canonically for the 31st.]
Goro Akechi || Persona 5 Royal || OTA
Can I interest you in my mix tape
Akechi wasn't under any delusions about his position in the proceedings. Alastor was by far the main attraction, when it came to musical accompaniment- he didn't have the musical talent to even approach magicking an entire band out of thin air. What he did have, was a selection of tasteful (and, because it was him, jazzy) numbers that crossed a variety of tempos and tastes, largely instrumental, to fill the air while Alastor was taking a break.
It wasn't a job you could laze about in- there was borrowed audio equipment to manage, control volumes, read the room to try and predict what people were in the mood for-
But it certainly wasn't so attention-intensive that he couldn't stop to chat, if someone came to say hello.
▶ SWEET
Locked to Maddie and G'raha
The gift was small. A pair of matching boxes in red and black, really, each small enough to fit in the palm. Having located the gift table, hastily erected though it was, he set one of the boxes down-
And weighed the other contemplatively. "You know," he said idly, "I was going to give both of you something, but if we aren't friends, Madhuri, I suppose I might have to rethink this."
▶ WICKED PLAN
It really was too much to hope for no pranks.
Assuming Madhuri wouldn't take every opportunity to be a fucking goblin, that was his first mistake. The caprese sandwich had looked and sounded delicious- and he hadn't been wrong.
No sooner, however, had he finished, than a tiny winged creature had popped into existence, wearing a familiar outfit that had him staring for several seconds at the tiny grinning Futaba what the fuck. It even rode around on a tiny floating Al-Azif.
"If this is a joke, it's not very funny."
"I disagree!" The little creature puffed her chest out, inhaling- "HEY EVERYBODY! JERKECHI SINGS IN THE SHOWER-" She was cut off, fortunately, because it was very hard to shout while dodging frantic swings from a much larger person, as he attempted to silence the little shit. "-AND HE KNOWS THE FEATHERMAN THEME BY HEART AND HE'S ACTUALLY REALLY HAPPY TO BE HERE EVEN IF HE'S A GRUMPUS-"
And the cacophony was joined, of course, by another voice, this one a touch louder. "-FUCKING KILL HER, I SWEAR, THIS ISN'T FUNNY- GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT-"
It was probably safe to say that Madhuri's plans had gone off perfectly.
Wicked Plan
She glanced at who might appear and it was the familiar face of her usual gunsmith, Nico. Welding leathers and everything.
"Woah, Lady! You sure are dressed fancy! What's the occasion? Finally tying the knot with Dante?" The pixie asked grinning as she made herself comfortable on her shoulder.
"No, Nico. This isn't my wedding. It's a friend's," Lady responded. Nico then heard the other shouting and climbed up onto Lady's head and began shouting random encouragements to both Akechi and Futaba.
"Nico, stop."
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That or a teenager being heartily embarrassed. Both were valid. "Oh good, you have one too, how do I stop it."
Sweet
"I'm only going by what you've frequently told me, dear Ser. But you did agree to help, and you're here, so..."
She crossed to his side in a few light steps and took his head and shoulders into a little hug and squeeze.
"What, oh what, are we~? Oh, the mixed signals...!"
Re: Sweet
There was a noise that was, in a very definite way, not an undignified squawk, as Madhuri pulled him in. It wasn't- bad. Not exactly. But it sent his mind in a dozen directions at once and it took several seconds for his brain to catch up with what his body was reporting.
Gently, but firmly, with perhaps a surprising minimum of shouting and a great deal more... disquiet? The expression of a tourist in a foreign land, more like, surrounded by people with whom language and custom were not shared- he pulled away. Somehow the joke had gotten away from him, and now the conversation was hurtling along in a direction he hadn't predicted. "... Um."
His train of thought had been derailed, thoroughly, and was now tumbling end over end down a steep cliff. There was a hamlet at the bottom, and it looked like they were about to have a new rail line, as it were. Right through the center of town hall. "I didn't- know what to get you. Money is customary back home, but there isn't any... currency. Here. Kitchen appliances and flatware are of course the norm in the West, but you'd know infinitely more about what to look for there than I would, so..." Taking frantic refuge in the safety of diversion, he pressed he other box into her hands.
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She knew the answer already, anyway.
"'Tis the thought that counts, as they say. Now, what might this be...?" You know, give her a moment. She would investigate the contents of the box. She recognized what was inside immediately.
Her eyes lifted to Akechi's.
"Oh... Honey, these are yours..."
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And, after a halting moment where he seemed to stumble over his words, he added, "I hope you get something meaningful from home with it."
Because we're friends.
"Because we're... friends."
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She closed the box again and hugged it to her chest. If anything, he seemed a little dodgy about a hug, and she would settle for this rather than pounce him with another one.
Just this once, she would refrain from pressing his buttons.
"..And I'm thrilled that we are, dear." She bowed.
"Please, never hesitate to visit our humble little cottage sometime. I'd be ecstatic to have you over for dinner, brunch, whatever you wish. The Radio Demon has been nitpicking the everliving Hell out of my coffee-brewing skill, so I daresay I've reached a nirvana for caffeine at the very least."
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He sighed, rubbing one arm. "And you invited me to this. I know you invited everyone, but you made it clear I was... wanted. Which I'm not used to. So."
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Wicked Plan
Oh no, that voice. That was definitely Blitzø, and he was definitely sprinting over after hearing Akechi yelling at the top of his lungs. Skidding to a stop in front of the teen, Blitzø's grin is FAR too big. "Tiny alien kid!! TELL ME, what's the Featherman theme? Is it fuckin' embarrassing? Akechi, is it like a cringy kid's show theme? I wanna hear you sing, Akechi!"
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"It's totally a kid's show."
"I will end you."
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"You know you want to, Crooow."
He jabbed a finger at the offending sprite, glaring. "First of all. You're not Futaba, so shut the fuck up. Second." The accusatory finger swung around to Blitz. "It's a sentai show. We couldn't afford cable television and basically all I had was a bunch of old VHS tapes my mother found at a secondhand store. It- I'll play it for you if you want to hear it that badly. But I'm not singing it. I'm not singing."
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"That's a liiiie, he was in choir after schooool."
This, apparently, was the breaking point, because the sprite was snatched out of the air. "One semester trying to fill time after school with something that cost no money does not a fucking tenor make."
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With the Stars and Us
The post-party crash wasn't going to be quite as spectacular as the one after Angel's drag show where he was basically powering the entire staff, but it was still going to be pretty spectacular in its own way.
"If other modern youth have musical tastes like yours, there might be hope for the future yet!"
Alastor took a sip from his glass of water, perching himself in a spare chair for the moment.
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The track faded, and he selected another. Not an old piece of music by any stretch, but it fit the mood. "I listen to Ornette Coleman and I feel, for lack of a better word, free. It's structured like a conversation, almost, arrhythmic, chaotic, flowing from one phrase to another as though it's... stream-of-consciousness. Complete musical anarchy. Not the best choice for a dance floor, however."
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Wow, Gmail, what Hell did you send this tag to? I am so sorry
He grinned at the comment about his favorite style.
"Oh, I love all sorts of jazz, picking just one subgenre is a downright waste! Though I must say I enjoy a good dance be it fast or slow. I typically stick to that which was played when I was alive or some of the later stars that came not too long after I died, but I must say that there are instances where modern performers who follow the old jazz traditions caught my ear!" He twitched an ear for emphasis.
You're good!
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"Dad..."
"That's a good thing! It's all from the heart. Part of you being a badass goth queen, all those soft mushy feelings making you a sweetheart."
It's hard to not hear Blitzø's voice in this exchange, almost threatening to add to Akechi's murderous embarrassment. This time around, it's a mini imp following Octavia around, doing for her what Futaba's doing for him. This one's more than happy to pet her and keep brushing her feathers, all affectionate and refusing to leave her side, let alone not dote in some way.
"I'm afraid to ask how Madhuri managed this." Via confides in Akechi, part exasperated and part amused.
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"No~"
What had he done to deserve this?
Okay, what specifically.
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"I'm impressed that you're somehow exactly like dad, tiny dad."
"That's what I'm here for! You two need a dad who's gonna accept you for all that you are and I need my kids to be proud of all that you are. So how 'bout it, Akechi?"
Tiny Blitz perches atop Via's beanie, chin in hands and waiting eagerly.
"You gonna introduce your friend~?"
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"Not that poorly."
"-shut up- Is Futaba Sakura, local thorn in my side and force of chaos unto herself. I'm amazed you're tolerating this, Octavia."
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"They're great secrets, sweetie."
He gives her two thumbs up and she shakes her head with a smile.
"...And the real one's busy getting all gross with my dad. I'm glad they're happy, but I'll take this one's loud mouth over that."
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