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[ open ] Stages of Healing

Who: Loona and you!
Which: Open Log
Where: Various Locations depending on prompt.
What: Laid up from her fight helping to restore Alastor, Loona tries to take it a little easy, catching up with things... maybe even opening up a little more?
Warnings: Loona. Just Loona being Loona with rampant swearing and disrespect to most.

[Inflammatory]

Misery loves company.

So of course when Loona felt upset, angered or slighted in even the smallest degree she was indeed most vocal about broadcasting that feeling and then sharing it with everyone within her immediate vicinity whether they wanted it or not.

In this current situation however?

"...this fucking sucks." Loona groaned rather flatly, pillow over her head and nearly ready to just choke on the damn thing.

At least when her head hurt this much it was usually from a hangover. And although this result was also from a wild night it certainly wasn't a fun one Loona had went out for.

The hellhound was laid up in the cozy bed, one leg propped and raised up where it lay in a cast that was such a bright shade of pink it nearly lit the whole room up past the drawn curtains. Loona's muzzle curled in some disgust, she'd do something about that later, when she had motivation or energy enough to do anything about it.

The rest of her was dotted in various pieces of gauze and dressings, her neck held in a soft brace - luckily the little fae healer thing that had tried to approach her with the cone of shame would recover sometime after Loona did - and at least nothing else broken or bruised more badly than her ego.

Still, it was few who could say they came out of a scrape with The Radio Demon and come off as lightly as she did. Hell, she even got the gift basket for her troubles, glancing at Alastor's most delicately handwritten apology and presents to get her back on her feet faster.

But all the same?

"...guh..." She slumped a little more there, looking at the wall where a far too cheerfully drawn mural hung to try and encourage positivity. "...least if I was back home I could be binging Voxflix or... or..."

She rolled her hand in the air and let it fall back to her side. Really all she could do in her current condition was get her energy back. With the curtains drawn and no other company it felt like all she could do was try and sleep until she could get back up. But between discomfort, irritation and just absolute boredom, even that felt far away.

What was a bored to death hellhound to do to while away the hours?

[Proliferative]

A few days of recovery after the fight from Alastor had done some wonders. Up and out of bed, out of all the rolls of gauze of Boris Karlov cosplay, Loona had energy to spend and ideas to work on.

And so there she would be found at the marketplace, back behind her dingy little stall and all its dilapidated decor that at least looked on theme for the upcoming Halloween celebrations? Burnt black wood, cobweb-like nets and patchwork rag coverings made it look far like a stall and a lot more like a homeless lean-to amid the other far more colorful vendors and artisans on display.

All addorned not-so-lovingly by the slapdash sign that had been hung for today over the display of bleak, black and macabre offerings of gothic clothing and accessories within:

NOT TOPIC FASHION 4 THE UNFASHIONABLE

And there hard at work was Loona behind the counter, eyeing a roughly drawn sketch of something that looked a lot more colorful than her normal flair for the savage and dreary. Still laid up with that casted leg propped up on the counter, but at least she was able to do what she wanted with some time to herself again.

Questionable-acquisition of the stall aside, Loona had at least tried to run it like some kind of legitimate business venture.

Although at this point, it was more of an oddity and more an outlet of passion than any income of profit as Loona glared at a far busier and far more pretty stall across the marketplace compared to her empty shack.

"...not like I didn't know no-one appreciates anyone who doesn't just follow the fucking piper... but goddamnit..."

She slumped the papers aside and fell forward onto the counter herself, itching at the edge of the pink cast that was bothering the top of her thigh. The thing was a bitch, but at least she could smirk that it came with some benefits like getting more time away from Devil May Cry to return to this place for a bit and take it easier.

That and if she didn't actually come here that often, people would confuse it as a dumping area and start leaving their trash all over it.

But hey, at least it helped finding materials for any new projects rather than having to buy in stuff.

Still.

Even if she wouldn't say it aloud, it hurt to not have any attention to the actual-honest-to-goodness-truth effort she was trying to put into the work.

Outside of a special project she'd promised and her own costume work, there wasn't much else to work on.

Business had to pick up at some point? Right?

"...fuck." Realization finally hit as she sat straight up.

"...I'm turning into fucking Blitzø."

[Remodeling]

Not that Loona would ever admit it, but being back behind the desk at the office of Devil May Cry/Immediate Murder Professionals (DIMCP? Working on an acronym, she'd get back to that later.) felt a far cry better than she would have imagined it.

A good week or so had passed since the night of the living Alastor and between some rest and recuperation, Loona was almost back on her feet.

Almost.

The pink cast that covered her left leg was quickly becoming a nemesis that showed its wear and tear of ragged edges and damage from the general disrepair and disrespect Loona had shown the thing. But now, with no further need for the costume color scheme of pink, the hellhound had resolved to do something she had wanted to ever since she had woken up and found out someone picked the casts color for her.

"Almost..."

"Almost... ahhhhh." The sigh of relief was long, slow and enjoyed as Loona looked at her handiwork and slung an office marker over her shoulder and into the waste basket where all of the other black markers from the closet had been stolen, used and discarded.

"Perfect." she shone a grin, looking at the finally finished product as her cast now was covered from toe to thigh-high in black, completely covered by her very slapdash artistry and as good a match as she could get for the stirrup stocking on her other leg.

Taking a moment to snap a photo of her handiwork, she settled back and reflected on her semi-tidy desk.

CUSTOMER SERVICE: LOONA

So read the title before her, ready to serve, redirect and get back into the thick of whatever would come through Dante's office door once more.

Although, why all of a sudden was Loona feeling so dizzy sitting there?

She looked back at her freshly recolored cast and the offending pile of used markers in the bin as she slumped there, "Huh."

"...maybe should've... opened... windows...before..."

And back her head rolled as she faded off for now.

Well, luckily it wasn't the worst thing Loona had ever done to be unconscious behind the desk, but whatever would greet her when she'd come round was likely to be a surprise for her or whoever caught her off guard.

However... it also meant that the hellhound was completely out of it, with her cast just right there on display. And after a week of keeping everyone at bay from signing it, were any brave enough to try and risk sneaking in a signature or something more on the injured limb before Loona woke up?

[Wildcard]

Want to have some quality time with Loona while she's taking things slowly and getting back on her feet? Happy to talk anything you're thinking about bumping into her, meeting her elsewhere or for certain time periods between the carnival, fight and other events! Feel free to message me and we can come up with some ideas!

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To be honest, while browsing through the marketplace, Amy might have passed by the little rundown stall herself without giving it another thought if she didn't happen to glance over and recognize the person sitting behind it. Curious more than anything, Amy started making her way over, but it soon gave way to concern when she notices the cast wrapped around her foot.

"Whoa, what happened?"

Loona's ears picked up first at Amy's approach, the hellhound raising her head attent and popping down the pencil and paper for now, "Hey, you!"

And then a blink, as Loona's eyes slowly drifted to the entirety of her leg in its current cast that was near enough the same shade of pink as Amy right there. Loona clicked her tongue and leaned her elbow on the desk before resting her cheek on her hand, "Y'know?"

"It's the damnedest thing, this crazy pink spiky lady told me to go real fast on a swing and jump off?"

Amy blinked, tensing just a bit. Honestly, a part of her suspected that Loona was joking around, but she didn't actually know her that well to entirely tell. So she hesitated for a moment, not sure how to respond at first.

"Uh...oops? Sorry," she finally managed, and her tone was partly teasing too, but sincere enough in case Loona was actually seriously.

Amy's instincts were pretty on point, as the hellhound snirked and snickered behind a paw there, "Nah, you're good, don't sweat it..."

Loona's tone immediately dried up, "Got banged up beating up another demon who nearly went all Noctaere Nightmare... go figure, I had money on me getting turned into one first for a while there."

"But, uh, anybody else asks? I'm saying its experimental fashion... y'know? I'll say its the latest from plaster of paris or some shit. Don't wanna get the guy in trouble... or get him in trouble and he finds out I blabbed."

She gave herself a slight shake, glancing back at her work then back up at Amy again, "Anyhow, guessing by your street look and that princess number you were wearing last time that you're proooobably not my 'demographic', but, anything I can do you for if you're wanting to look savage?"

"Oh." Amy was a bit relieved that it wasn't really her fault, but she still couldn't help being a bit worried. She's only heard a little about Noctaere, but it definitely doesn't sound good.

Still, if Loona didn't want whoever it was to get in trouble, she could go along with that. So she nodded. "Sure, I won't say anything. But uh...do you maybe want me to try healing you up? I have healing magic, and while I can't guarantee it'll fix you up completely, it might help?"

Loona's offer had her thinking for a moment. "I mean, it's not usually my style, but nothing wrong with changing things up once in a while, right?" She gestured to herself. "Maybe something that blends the two styles? Something 'savage' that I might wear?"

"Ehhhh..." The hellhound certainly didn't sound too enthused by the offer, "Y'know how like, undead in video games react if you cast heal on them?"

"Maybe... just say hellhounds and nice magic go together like shoulder pads and platform shoes? Iunno."

"...that and I'm kinda picky about who goes near me with anything medical-y, trust me, vets in hell are an experience all on their fucking own."

Never mind the DMC nurse lady who Loona was still sure had tried to make a pass at her, "But, uh, thanks anyhow there."

From Amy's offer to her own, Amy's curiosity was certainly something to make a quick distraction and new topic to move onto, Loona's ears perked in genuine surprise at the hedgehog's response.

"Okay..."

"Okay, I'm picking up what you're putting down..." Loona jerked a thumb at an opening on the counter, "Come on in and let's see just how 'savage' we can get here?"

"Oh...okay." She hadn't really thought about what her heal magic was made of or used, but it did make some sense that something like light magic might not work against someone from hell. "Well, I hope you get better soon then."

Hopefully it heals quickly enough on its own.

With a grin, Amy nods and heads behind the counter.

"Lead the way!"

"Eh..." Loona shrugged, wriggling the claws out of the end of the leg cast to show they were plenty fine, "One of the upshots of being a hellion? Infernal constitution is a broken ass perk, this'll be fixed up in the week!"

"Meantime, less about me?"

Loona shuffled on her seated position and yanked the curtains around the stall for some privacy before indicating a small wooden box as another seat.

"Time to see about you and this here wardrobe!"

"If we're gonna see if we can mix things up for ya..." The hellhound hauled herself round, yanking the leg along with. "Best way I figure is I get to know a lil something about ya."

"Outside the current outfit and your costume from the swing? Any fave styles? Old looks you wanna avoid? Weird mistakes and fashion faux paus?"

"I'm all ears here!"

"Well, that's good at least." Amy still made a note to check back with her once in a while, though.

Still, she let it drop for the moment as she took a seat on the box and she thought for a moment.

"Hmm...well usually I like bright colors, although I guess that's not going to work here. But maybe purple might be nice? Or something dark and rich like that. I also like some ribbons, though maybe not too much. I like billowing skirts, but not poofy sleeves. And occasionally I like to wear sporty outfits too."

"Ugh... do I wanna ask about the poofy sleeves?" Loona asked as she scribbled, trying to take in what Amy gave her as ideas to push something together.

"And hey, just because I worship the goth side of the force doesn't mean I can't do color." The hellhound reached up and flicked the little metal accents of her collar there for a second.

How much 'color' that really constituted was up for a debate... and also possibly up for an indicator exactly how far Loona was going to diversify for whatever was cooking in her head.

"You hear anything about something called jester-core? Ain't thinking anything like full on big top, but, seen a kid with a costume that gave me some ideas... there's a lady in Hell called Velvette who makes a killing - literal or otherwise - with a look I think maybe could combine a little here..."

Loona stopped scrawling for just a moment, "Last question before I share what I'm thinking on this... make up. Yay or nay?"

Amy waved her hand with a little laugh. "Let's just say I was younger then." Not that she hated the outfit that she'd worn when she'd been a kid, but it wasn't a look that she'd really go back to.

She tilted her head a little as Loona continued on. "Jester-core? I actually haven't." Though she could take a guess at what it might entail. "As long as I don't look too much like a clown, I probably won't mind. And I trust your vision."

The question had her considering for a moment, and she hummed softly. "Not too much make-up, but some would be okay, I think."

Loona let her mind wander backward to some of her past looks and grimaced in turn, "Yeah, yeah... less said in hindsight better."

"Anyhow!"

The following moment or two saw Loona quickly switch gears, intensely scribbling away and humming, half muttering bits and bobs between scribbles and frantic erasings before finally, she switched the pad of paper around to Amy's viewing.

"Didn't plan on making you a test dummy until I got your okay!"

The sketch showed simple enough a vaguely Amy-esque figure for something drawn so quickly. As for makeup, the shading seemed to show simple enough of some eye-shadow that'd give Rouge a run for her money alongside some matching lipstick and a heart on the cheek.

It was a costume of reds, blacks and pinks, and again... Rouge might have been a fan with the long gloves and all, a diamond pattern of holes in them, similar to the leggings. Tied up with a harlequinn-ish looking top and half-skirt to leave her movement free.

With some gothic-patterned lace trimmings and frills, in terms of whatever jester-core was supposed to be it certainly looked less ring side clown and definitely more french rennaisance with a little kingdom hearts sprinked in.

"..."

"Verdict?"

Amy watched on as Loona began to quickly draw, curious and excited as she tried to judge what the other's expressions might mean. But nothing could really prepare her for the image on the page once Loona turned the pad of paper around.

"Ooooh...!" Her eyes lit up as she clapped her hands together. She wasn't entirely sure what she had been expecting, but the drawing was better than she thought it would be. "That looks really cool! I really like it, and I bet it'll look even better in person!"

For a moment, Loona's expression was a little harder to read. Surprised? She really hadn't expected such a positive response all at once, looking at Amy then back at the sketch.

The blank look continued for a minute, before she turned thoughtful, concentrating on the design again there as she looked at it. Hey, the lady liked it? Might as well go all in on this now.

"Well... if you dig it, then I think we can make it happen!"

She began scribbling a few more notes, "Considering the weather's gonna get cold pretty quick... I mean. Does it? Dreamworld? Fuck knows, maybe spring comes after autumn here or something..."

"But, could swap the lace out for some fur ruffles, let this make some nice winter wear, add something for your head to keep warm..."

She stopped, already her head filled a mile a minute with ideas to put to paper, and she halted herself. Of course, there was always the clients opinion to consider.

"So. Uh. Yeah. If you really do like it, I can knock this out, give you a first fitting to see how it feels then tidy it up. What do you say?"

"Yeah, that sounds great!" It did feel like the weather was starting to get cooler, so having something warm to wear did sound appealing. "Do we do the fitting now, or will that be an appointment for later?"

"Eh, gimme two days tops and we'll have something ready for ya."

"I been getting pretty good at this schtick, so, two days you come back and we see how close I gotcha, then I can take it in or tweak anything to help make sure you're happy with it."

"That sound about cool?"

With a grin, Amy nodded. "Yeah, sounds good! I'll see you in two days then."

She'll spend those couple of days eagerly anticipating getting to try on the outfit, but she tries not to show back up too early after that second day.

When Amy would return, there was the stall, however, it seemed she was out of luck.

The curtains were draped over it almost entirely, leaving it less resembling a stall and now instead looking like a lean-to tent or more like a pile of random items with a tarp over it.

However, it would take very little investigation to hear the obnoxiously loud snoring from within, along with the expressions of everyone who would give the stall a wide berth, certainly illustrating that Loona had to be still inside if Amy dared decide not to let sleeping dogs lie.

Upon her arrival, Amy was a bit disappointed that Loona didn't seem to be there. But before she could leave, the sound of snoring caught her attention and had her waiting a moment. With a curious frown, she stepped around the front of the stall and lifted one of the curtains to take a peek inside.

"Um...hello?"

Amy wouldn't have to look very far, with Loona right there at the front desk, a magazine over her face as she snored and made the pages flutter. Still in the cast it seemed, the leg propped up on the desk, although now colored fully black with a set of silvery spiderweb patterns and a single signature of 'Millie' signed with little skulls instead of dots.

At the question, there was a snort and Loona shuffled slightly in her seat before settling down again, her head almost folded back over her chair here, but as more of her was settled backward, more of her weight was now in that direction as slowly she began to tip back.

The motion woke her up with a start, jerking her arms like she was trying to take flight and the magazine flying off before she steadied herself. The result of which however meant that when she fell back forward that included said cast that thwacked the counter with a strangled expletive from the hellhound.

"...oh. Hey..." the hellhound wheezed slowly with an indignant look upon noticing Amy, seeeeeething to get herself back to normal quickly.

Amy jumped with a start when the chair started tipping back, ready to try and catch it before Loona managed to catch herself, waking her up in the process. And while she was glad that she hadn't fallen, she winced at the resounding smack of the cast against the desk.

"H-Hey, uh..." She hesitated, then gestured a hand to the cast. "Are you all right?"

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[ open ] Stages of Healing

Proliferative

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Sorry for delay, should be back to posting normal again!

No worries! I'm just getting back to tags here myself haha

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Holidaying done, back to business! Also? Timeskip after this?

Sure thing!

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Sorry for the wait! Working on getting back into things here