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misrecalled_tdmsA Festive Mess
So much has happened recently that Auradon is starting to look very festive. Between all the fabric everywhere from people making clothes for each other - and for those on the Isle - and all the computer wires being strung across lintels to keep out of people's way, and the shining pretty bottles of glowing water around... the mess looks a lot more cheerful and bright than most messes.
Still, it needs tidying up. the problem is... none of this is trash and most of it probably belongs to someone specific. Time to try and figure out who.... Somehow.
Do You Wanna Build A Snow Fort? It Doesn't Have To Be A Snow Fort...
The snow was melting enough that people could come in and out of the school with ease now, though they couldn't go much of anywhere else. The snow was at least really pretty. Except on the Tourny field where someone had set up.... Well it looked like a couch fort. Made out of snow.
Snow fort? SNOW FORT!!!!
Come make your best snowy hideaway. Maybe get someone to help you with it? There is talk of a contest later to judge the best snow sculptures. But this was Auradon, everyone was going to get a prize, right? Probably. Still, might b worth the extra effort, just to be sure.
Slush Mush
Ugh. The slush was thick and heavy and dirty and gross. And it was leaking into the school from the door and every window! Maybe someone should try to shove it back outside, but no one seemed keen on doing work. Well if you want something done right now, maybe best to do it yourself....
Can I eat that?
Probably not. But food is so scarce on the Isle, you probably tried anyway. And now you're in a world of hurt. You need comfort, more than anything else. But on an Isle full of villains and wannabes, who is actually going to come help you in your time of need?
Or maybe you see someone else suffering and have a choice to make. Kick them when they're down? Or show your softer side and comfort them? Either way, your rep will feel the consequences later....
Briar Moss | The Circle of Magic books
Date: 15 Feb 2025 08:34 (UTC)Normally something like this would be mildly annoying but not really a problem. A few winding vines would have happily helped him gather it all and push it away. Though, then again, Rosethorn might consider that sloppy and lazy work. Better to get a shovel before he started hearing threats to hang him by his heels over the well.
He knew now, of course, that the threat was a bluff. She waters her plants from that well, after all, she'd never risk contaminating it.
With a small half smile, thinking about his grumpy gruff prickly favorite teacher, Briar found a busted locker door that he pried off and used as a scoop.
He even whistled a jaunty tune as he started to work.
By the time he'd ben at it an hour however, the smile and the whistling were gone and he was into some good old griping.
"Sandry would have had this mess trussed up in a blink, not to mention what Tris would do to this mess, but me? No me I have to shovel it all, and why not give the dirty work to the dirty street kid. Ugh. Just goes to show, not for nothin aint nothin ever changes."
And Rosethorn would have his hide for lipping back into street slang. He was tempted to slide into some real bad slang in Trader Talk, just to imagine her outrage. It would be worth it, just to have her here. Or to be back with her and his student, Evi. Or better yet, back in Discipline Cottage with her and Lark and his mates. Wait till the kids heard about this place.
Out of habit he reached mentally for the girls. But there was nothing. Had been nothing for a few months, so that was depressing but not new. Not being able to hear his Shakkan however... that still disturbed and bothered him. He couldn't hear his miniature tree that he'd nicked. He couldn't hear any of the plants here.
Briar paused in his work to lean against a wall staring at his hands. The vin and leaf tattoos he done for himself with vegetable dyes to hide his prison tattoos where what he had intended them to be. Flat decorative images of vines and leaves. "You'd think I'd be happy. Comes of livin with a noble, I finally get what I wanted and it aint good enough for spit."
He never would have guessed he'd miss the way the tattoos usually swam under his skin, moving around, freaking people out.
Shaking his head, the dark haired fourteen year old gave up on the slush. He'd only been here a day or so and spent most of it up on the roof. Well, he'd done his fair share of the mess moving. Time to explore, see if he couldn't figure out what those vines were. Maybe getting his hands on them would awaken some of his magic again, help him figure out what was wrong.
He hoped it wasn't that one of the girls had a need so bad that they drew all his magic up like slurping from a straw. Anything that could shake one of his mates that bad after the past two years he didn't even want to think about. Ugh.
He needed distraction.
"Just gotta get my hands on those vines," he muttered, shoving those same hands in his pockets as he headed out. "That'll distract me like anythin...."
welp, you literally asked for it. XD
Date: 17 Feb 2025 14:23 (UTC)The why may or may not have been immediately apparent, depending on his assumptions... but there, crouched on one knee, hunched forward a little to better reach the thornbush's limb, was a figure.
At a glance, it was a knight in black armor that was polished to a shine, with dark brown showing through the little gaps between the plates, not quite also shiny -- leather, perhaps? (No, not leather. It was layers of structures that were somewhere between being slick bark and a very thick sort of leaf, was what it was, but that was unimportant, at the moment.) -- and a cape that wasn't quite tucked up behind him, where it hung down from behind a plate that ran behind his lower neck, between his shoulders. Either he wasn't taking care of said cape, or he was taking very good care of it indeed, because what looked at a glance like it might have been some sort of loose felt, mottled finely with dark greens and browns, a thing made of a mix of random fibers... turned out to have a bunch of leaves of various sizes and shapes, most of them quite tiny, peeking out from it. It looked as though someone had convinced a bunch of tiny sprouts and moss to tangle themselves all up together on whatever the base for this strange tapestry was. Why on earth he was sporting what seemed to be either a rich little hydroponics experiment or a case of outrageous neglect of laundry duties was anyone's guess, but there it was, gathered up as though he'd pulled it up to shorten it instead of simply leaving it at home, uneven ends peeking out from below the folds as they hung down around his sides, a few colorful leaves poking up, unruly, from it at random. And then there was his crown, such as it was, a haphazard little tangle of twigs, not quite half a foot high at best, spotted with what looked like shiny black marbles of various sizes, and even a few tiny green buds here and there....
The odd knight was... what was he doing? ...He looked to be taking a small knife of some sort to the branch in his hands, shaving off the long thorns, dropping them as he did into a cardboard box that was still rather intact-looking, presumably staying un-soaked due to it sitting on a board of some kind. ...Said board was the top of a schooldesk, on closer examination. That is, if Briar even took his eyes off of the odd figure long enough to see what was under the branch being made safe to handle.
He didn't seem to hear Briar approach just yet, despite his ears not being covered, their subtle points sticking out from the sides of his head, visible at some angles as he worked, even though they were as dark as the back and sides of his... helmet? ...and the rest of his armor... if it was armor. For a human to fit into a suit so slim, they'd have to look quite thin indeed underneath, perhaps even skeletal....
I did
Date: 9 Mar 2025 11:51 (UTC)What he did miss, however, was that Chell was moving, actively doing something. Blame it on the angle he arrived at or the fact that his eyes were flickering constantly across Chell's back to take in as many details as he could.
"Oh you beauty," he whispered, awe in his voice. He itched for his magic. To get a sense of what this plant of plants was, what it was composed of, how old it was. To be able to not just talk to the plant but to be heard, and to be able to listen.
Still after the last two years talking to plants was now habit, pun intended, even if he was sure the plant could no more hear him than a song bird.
"I don't know who magicked you up or what mad brilliant mind even dreamed of you. But by Milla of the Grain," he said, naming his teacher's favorite deity, "I'm glad they did. Just look at you. You have to be one of the most special plants I ever saw. I wonder if whoever worked on you is here, I'd like to pick his brain if he is, and make sure he's treating you right. If he aint here or aint taking proper care of you, you can be sure I'm gonna. Rosethorn would skin me and use me for fertilizer if I didn't. I just hope you aint from Crane. They're finally not arguing as bad, you know," he said, moving to rest a hand on Chell's barky armor. Wanting to feel the texture. "And as I'd like to get back inta his greenhouse without him going on about that tree I nicked, I'd like them to stay that way," he continued, not really giving Chell a space to get a word in edgewise.
"Course I'd never tell Rosethorn that I think she's a little out of proportion or whatever over him growing things out of their proper season, but she is right that he didn't know what he was doing with that Shakken. Of course I had to go and nick it, it called to me for help, didn't it. One of those rare moments I didn't mind my mate getting all on her nobelness. Y'know, if whoever is meant to be caring for you aint here, I'd love ta take you back home with me. My mates would get a real kick out of you. Only ven if she spins part of you up don't ever tell Sandry I complemented her. She's not a half bad kid till her ego gets all puffed and her neb gets all out of joint, then she remembers she's a bag an all and she's insufferable for a while. Never lasts long though. Kinda like Tris' temper, really. Just gotta lay low and ride it out. Still, I think you'll like them. Oh, and Little Bear of course. Think Rosethorn would give me a space in the garden for you? Nah, but maybe the front lawn. I'll have ta think of a real good palm greaser before I ask her though...."
As he drifted off into thought on that, there was finally a gap into which Chell could speak without being spoken over, if he so chose.
Soramaru | Laughing Under The Clouds | Massive spoiler warning
Date: 20 Apr 2025 11:37 (UTC)This... wasn't good. At all. Sighing a bit, Sora took off his over robe and started scooping slush onto it. He could use it as a bag to haul it out. "Where is Chutaro at a time like this?" Her muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of an arm. "Could use his hat, if nothing else..." That thought, and the mental image of how his brother would react to that suggestion got a small smile out of Sora. And a small smile rarely stayed small. Soon he was chuckling to himself as he worked, cleaning out the mess cheerfully enough. Tenka would be proud of him for this, right? Yeah, probably. Of course he'd probably be sleeping right in the way. That thought got another chuckle and soon Sora was laughing outright as he cleared more slush, not even seeming to care that he and his clothes were getting soaked through.
Can I Eat That?
Oh no! Someone ate something they shouldn't and were sick. There was a moment of panic before Sora got a hold of himself. What would Shirasu do? Even with the way things went when they last saw him... Sora still thought of him as his second big brother. And Shirasu would... ah!
Sora rushed over then knelt before the suffering person. "It's going to be alright. How long ago did you eat whatever made you so sick?" Was this a make them puke situation or a make them ride it out and comfort them while they did situation? Sora wasn't sure yet, but he'd find out.