[open] 🔶 this is why can't we have nice things

[noblegarnet]

Who: Ferran & you!
Which: Network/Log
Where: Around town
What: "Dreamotion Sucks" club inauguration; simple valentines gift gathering; simultaneously working too hard and not hard enough to stop crimes
Warnings: magical hypnosis?

A ♦ Network

I'm not the only one whose dreams are all so awful that it seems like a horrible idea to bother with dream magic, right?

[It would just be asking for disaster, he's pretty sure.]

B

[Well, love is in the air or whatever. Thankfully, most of that is not accompanied by stupid floating fae who trap people together until they express said emotion, so Ferran decides to do a little "shopping" for the relevant gifts.

Given who he is, he's not simply getting a single bouquet and a chocolate heart. Oh, no. He's got several bags worth by the time he's done. While each thing he'll be leaving isn't anything particularly special, he'll be making sure everyone he has a remotely positive relationship with gets something from him.

Should any of his friends come across him while he's in the process of getting these things or delivering them, he'll go ahead and hand them out. Or hell, even if it's just someone who looks like they need a pick-me-up, they'll be presented with a flower or a small bag of something sweet.]

Here.

C

[Not all of said love is being distributed fairly, however; and not everyone is embracing the more positive atmosphere.]

♦ [Most thefts he can easily remedy, if he catches it in the act, but he makes no effort to chase those sorts—instead, he stays behind with the victim, and with an unpleasant crackling noise and a staticky light, an exact replica of the stolen item—if it's not magical, anyway—appears in his hands. He'll offer it with no real comment, except—]

We're supposed to be living together.

[He seems disappointed.]

♦ [Should he come across any love-arrow nonsense, though, his temper will come to the surface enough that he can't just let things pass. He's willing to let a lot slide, but something like this... he can't stand the idea of having feelings forced on people, even for a second.

For anyone currently in the process of shooting, he demands:]

What are you doing.

♦ [He has a similar reaction to any senseless violence happening right in front of him. For those few NPCs who decided to take that unfortunate path, Ferran loses his patience. He doesn't bother trying to reason with them; he simply orders, his eyes flickering red-orange:]

Stop.

[The command echoes unnaturally. With his fists clenched at his sides, he speaks with authority, ignoring the victims or any onlookers. The eyes of those he commands reflect the same color, their bodies frozen in place.]

Turn around and go home. Forget you ever had the idea of hurting these people, and don't do it again.

[It's only after the violent parties have turned to leave that his stiff posture slackens, and he grasps his chest and almost doubles over like he's been hit, his jaw clenched.]

That one... really stung...

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