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songerein2024-04-04 12:02 am
stillarhino) wrote in songerein2024-04-04 12:02 am
open 💀 sixth trick | april catch-all
Who: Beat and you
Which: Network + Open log
Where: Network, Flip Factory, around Reverein
What: April catch-all, Beat musing about friends who've left
Warnings: None for now, will add if needed
💀 i. network
sender: beat
to: everyone
subject: being remembered
[There's a large black blotch that appears on the page, growing as time passes before Beat's messy scrawl begins to appear on the page.]
if you was gonna be gone tomorrow whats something you wanna be remembered for
like whatchu want the people whos still around to remember
if its a thing or a symbol or something ya do
dont matter what it is
whats that thing?
💀 ii. fresh coat of paint
[In the hours and days following Beat's message on the journals, he constantly finds himself standing in front of the memorial wall made after the fall of the Story Eater almost a year ago. Most of the graffiti and paintings depict people who were present facing off against a tall towering creature. Some depict the town of Reverein itself, others on what seems to be people on the moon that hangs in the sky.
Other pieces of art on the wall have no rhyme or reason, but many respect the space of those painted before, a collage of styles and personalities of all those who've lived in the village. Important details were not painted over and many left pieces to be continued by the next artist.
Beat had been doing just that, adding to some art of a bush with differing flowers on it: chamomile, roses, and yellow lilies. If you happen upon him, he may be in the middle of adding a few new pieces. It may be a tree with veins that glow a bright purple, cherry blossoms, or a black cat curling into itself at the roots of the tree.
Regardless of when you catch him in the process, the look on his face is sad, almost pensive or solemn. Nothing like one might expect if you've gotten the chance to meet him.]
💀 iii. dreamboard 402: top-tier pranks
[In an attempt to cheer himself up, Beat decided to participate in pranking a few hapless victims, hoping to get at least a laugh out of it.
If you walk past two posts or a narrow row of trees, you might find yourself slamming your face into a piece of plastic stretched across a distance. It is near invisible except for a perceptive few. Should you get caught you may hear a snicker hiding behind a bush or bench. And should you manage to avoid it, there's a clear grunt of frustration nearby.
It's not hard to find Beat hunched over something in an attempt to hide himself.]
💀 iv. wildcard
[None of these work? Hit me up on discord at riyuji or ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
riyuji and we can work something out.]
Which: Network + Open log
Where: Network, Flip Factory, around Reverein
What: April catch-all, Beat musing about friends who've left
Warnings: None for now, will add if needed
💀 i. network
to: everyone
subject: being remembered
[There's a large black blotch that appears on the page, growing as time passes before Beat's messy scrawl begins to appear on the page.]
if you was gonna be gone tomorrow whats something you wanna be remembered for
like whatchu want the people whos still around to remember
if its a thing or a symbol or something ya do
dont matter what it is
whats that thing?
💀 ii. fresh coat of paint
Other pieces of art on the wall have no rhyme or reason, but many respect the space of those painted before, a collage of styles and personalities of all those who've lived in the village. Important details were not painted over and many left pieces to be continued by the next artist.
Beat had been doing just that, adding to some art of a bush with differing flowers on it: chamomile, roses, and yellow lilies. If you happen upon him, he may be in the middle of adding a few new pieces. It may be a tree with veins that glow a bright purple, cherry blossoms, or a black cat curling into itself at the roots of the tree.
Regardless of when you catch him in the process, the look on his face is sad, almost pensive or solemn. Nothing like one might expect if you've gotten the chance to meet him.]
💀 iii. dreamboard 402: top-tier pranks
If you walk past two posts or a narrow row of trees, you might find yourself slamming your face into a piece of plastic stretched across a distance. It is near invisible except for a perceptive few. Should you get caught you may hear a snicker hiding behind a bush or bench. And should you manage to avoid it, there's a clear grunt of frustration nearby.
It's not hard to find Beat hunched over something in an attempt to hide himself.]
💀 iv. wildcard
ii
While she hadn't expected to be the only one at the wall today, she hadn't thought she would see an actual artist at work. There's a brief thought that perhaps she should leave him to his business without saying hello, but that's never been her style— and it becomes even less of an option as she spots the flowers on the bush he's currently adding to.]
Oh! I recognize those!
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Which ones you talkin' 'bout?
no subject
Those, there— the yellow ones. I grow them back home.
[If he'd had any doubt of who the voice belonged to, he might not any longer.]
1/4?
This time, Beat looks over his shoulder to see who he's talking to.]
Yeah? There's a couple a' them over at the garden—
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BWUUUH?!
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done
Ribbons, izzat you?
[Was it really Aerith? Was this a dream? Was he suddenly in some kind of dreamscape? Somebody pinch him.
But despite so much time has passed, the nickname he had given her still comes as easily as breathing air. He hasn't forgotten it or her at all.]
this poor boy
She gives him a crooked smile as she raises a hand and wiggles her fingers in a wave.]
We've met, I see.
[Or some version of her has met him.]
'Ribbons,' hm?
so easy to spook
Uh, hey, yo. Didn't know you was back.
[He returns the wave, awkwardly raising his hand. How do you actually handle something like this, anyway? Then, with the same hand, he points to the back of his head as if to gesture at how Aerith's hair is held up.]
Yeah, 'cause of, you know? [Wait, did he have to explain himself to her?]
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[Her smile tugs a bit wider, and she clasps both of her hands together behind her back as she takes a few steps towards the mural he'd been working on, looking past him to study the wall for a few moments instead.
It really is lovely. The flowers make her wonder if every detail is related to someone who had come and gone.
She looks to him curiously, tipping her head to one side.]
I've been back for awhile now. I'm sorry we haven't crossed paths before this— you must be one of the people who knew me well before?
[If he'd wondered whether or not she remembered him, there's his confirmation.]
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Feel like knew you well, don't cut it.
[Would telling her that they'd dealt with a noctaere together be too much? He looks at the various flowers in the mural once more, then the newer additions, stopping at the one the represented Aerith. Then he pauses and turns to her.]
Guess that means I gotta give ya an intro. Name's Beat.
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[She can't help but feel a pang of sympathy as disappointment flickers across his face, but his name does strike her as familiar. She's done her due diligence in getting caught up— finding out what ties she had beforehand and resolving to make new memories with those who had clearly been important to her.]
Beat— I know who you are.
[She offers another smile, though it's uncharacteristically reserved.]
We helped Eustace and Tifa together, didn't we. Trahearne and Eustace both told me something about that.