Lila Wolken [Private]

[Capsule]

Muse:
Lila Wolken (Purple Clouds)

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Adler/Eglantyne, Ceres & Scoria

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Today started off as normally as any for Capsule, who for the sake of ease and comedy, will be depicted as a puppy in the provided images. She was on her usual early morning walk, after neglecting to sleep for the umpteenth time that week. What had started as a failure to sleep due to an increase of nightmares was now habit. She would stay up all night, passing the time with Duke or brainstorming ideas for Pharmacist research. With tea and other caffeinated drinks, she was able to stay awake during the night, though there were the occasional moments where she blacked out for a few minutes or an hour or so. Passing out like that for short amounts of time was not enough to bring about the dream state, like the even shorter catnaps she took during the day. Her sleep schedule often left her feeling tired and would eventually get to her, but that was something she could worry about later.

Capsule's first order of business was settling into a comfortable tree in the Savill Flower Grove, where she normally went to relax. Although there were a few Nepent Snatchers staying up late into the break of dawn, there was rarely anything willing to molest her. Most of the monsters here were weak and or passive unless attacked, which comforted her a great deal. Her yawning and sluggish steps were probably a sign that she should not be climbing a tree in her state, but Cap would not realize her error until it actually gave her trouble, and even then she was confident in her ability to climb or descend trees. It wasn't like the fall would be enough to kill her, anyway. She would be fine if she stuck to a lower branch.

So, she climbed a tree to a spot a little higher than she had anticipated; the branch she chose was sturdier and comfy. It was so comfy that she fell asleep almost immediately when she leaned against the hard wood of the tree it was attached to. When she came to, she was leaning away into empty air, and snapped her eyes open in alarm as she went tilting back. Her hands reached out instinctively to snag the branch, and she scrambled to stay aloft, blinking about in a daze.

Her predicament wasn't a very good one, and she was too disoriented to swing down onto a lower branch; it was amazing that she had been able to grab ahold of the branch she had been sitting on. There was a low cracking sound from somewhere - under her hands? Capsule applied all of her weight to the branch as she tried to swing her body onto it, which only sped up the cracking. By the time she realized her blunder it was too late. The branch snapped -

- and sent the redhead falling. She couldn't remember equipping it, but her grimoire found its way in her hands. Was the book sentient? Did it know its master needed it then and there? Or was she just so tired that she merely forgot? Regardless of the cause, the ground was rushing up rather fast.

Capsule felt like a cat as she twisted around in the air, doing her best to aim her feet towards the ground and not to the side. With her free hand she summoned a violet orb of mana and threw it towards the ground.

This was her Nightmare Sphere skill, which worked by slowing down gravity. This was her second or third time using the skill, but it still made her nervous. What if it didn't work? What if she misfired? What if -

The woman exhaled in relief as her descent was slowed and her feet slowly came closer to the ground. She smiled and gave a nervous wave to a small group of Frenmic Rabbits parked a few feet away. They spared a moment to stare back at her in curiosity, and then went back to their grazing and frolicking.

The spell chose that moment to give way, and Capsule, who had not settled to the ground yet, stumbled and fell on her knees. The cheaply made spell book she'd been holding up to this moment landed on her head, making her squeak in pain and surprise. This was a little embarrassing, but at least few people would be awake at this hour to witness this awkward moment.

[Eglantyne]

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You can do this, Eglantyne.

After the haunted bar incident, Eglantyne had resolved to return to society. Actually doing it, however, wasn’t as easy as it used to be. There was always the guilt that crept up whenever she managed to forget about her past for even a moment, let alone for however long it took for her to get out of London. If she didn’t manage this however, then she would wilt away in somebody else’s house. How shameful.

The half-alv Druid was still nocturnal so it wasn’t difficult for her to start getting ready before dawn. Using the interface was uncomfortable for her, so Eglantyne took out her armor and put it on by hand, though she was uncertain if she was doing it correctly. By the time the first rays of sunshine hit her window, she was already out. Her host family, early risers themselves, were shocked, but pleased.

“I’m going out for a while. Do you need me to bring anything back?” She asked. Her landlady, while still concerned for her wellbeing based solely on the dark patches under her eyes, did actually want something.

“Some flowers would be lovely.” Everything was getting more expensive, but fresh flowers would brighten things up a bit. That was what Eglantyne thought her reasoning would be anyway.

“Alright. Anything in particular?”

“None at all. Be careful, Ettie.” Eglantyne smiled sadly at the nickname. Her hosts were very kind people.

“I will. See you later.” It was fortunate that she had done this. It was much harder to change her mind and crawl back into bed when she still had a promise to keep. She asked around the city about where she could find flowers of course. Savill Flower Grove was, so far, unanimously recommended. After getting instructions on how to get to the area, she set off.

It wasn’t very difficult to find, really, but the walk was a bit long. Eglantyne grew tired, but she persisted. By the time she got there, morning was fully upon the land. She didn’t come all the way out here just for flowers, however, but to train. Eglantyne would get the flowers last, right before she returned to London so they would still be fresh. For now, however, she summoned her Alraune and got to work. Nothing near her level was safe. Even Frenmic rabbits, though adorable, were slain without discrimination. Eglantyne was lady-like, not a vegetarian, and she was practical enough not to squirm at tasks such as this. She had been a parent, even if it were just temporary.

Their routine was simple. Allie would slow Eglantyne’s targets for her, making them easier to hit. With each successful kill, hr little bundle of petals gurgled happily, which in turn lightened Eglantyne’s mood. When her health and mana were low, Eglantyne chose to take a stroll around the area, scouting for flowers and other things. The gold she had earned today might have been considered meager, but it would pay the rent and buy some food. She would probably stop by a bakery before going home as well. Ever since somebody discovered how to give food back its taste, the members of her host family were all of a flutter. She wasn’t a Chef so she couldn’t cook for them herself, so this would have to do.

A strange yelp drew her attention. Eglantyne rushed over to the source, taking care not to run into anything and draw unwanted aggro. She found someone kneeling on the ground with a book on his head, a broken branch on the ground beside him. She wondered if he needed help.

“Are you alright?” She called out, hurrying towards the figure. As she got closer, she realized it was actually a woman on the ground. Either she had fallen from the tree right beside them, or there was some sort of plant monster hurling branches at people. If it were the latter, it was best not to dawdle. “Can you…?” She wasn’t sure what to say. If she hadn’t gotten up to her feet, she would have bent down to check on her and asked if she could stand. If she had stood up by herself, then she would have asked if she could walk. Health and mana meters were all well and good, but there wasn’t a sprain or a broken-bone status people could look for. Or was there?

“What happened?” A rude question, but she needed to know if it was a monster or not. Allie, sensing her wariness, whirled around them in a circle as if to ward away danger.

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[Scoria]

"Turtle!"

HOW MANY TIMES WAS HE GOING TO HAVE TO EXPLAIN HE WASN'T A FU-

Oh, she was talking about other people. Alright. That wasn't too bad. He was starting to get tired of her calling him a turtle, even after he had already mentioned that he was, in fact, more of a crocodile. Following suit of a certain other individual, the depictions of people who weren't Scoria would probably be more like turtles. Scoria would be a black ball of seething HATE.

That was about as accurate a depiction as one could reasonably get anyway.

Yeah, that was accurate. Really accurate. Clearly. Scoria only really noticed the flowery Alraune who wasn't the turtle-caller. There were other people, but he didn't really care, so whatever. He probably would have continued along with an absolute lack of interest, had his green Alraune not decided to charge forward to Eglantyne's blue-tinted familiar. It was perhaps worth noting at this point that the turtle-caller that was Scoria's Alraune was decked out in what could only be considered the most classy of rags. Leather and silk rags. Yes. Scoria had, at some point much earlier than this, made a faux potato sack out of some materials he had filched to function as a sort of shirt for the familiar. Good enough. Said familiar was now standing in front of the blue-tinted one (nevermind that it was circling the area) before pointing decidedly.

"Turtle!"

Where did she even learn that. Holy hell. It wasn't even worth mentioning why Scoria was here in the first place or that his left hand, shoved firmly in his pocket, was soaked a rather intimidating shade of blood red. These things clearly weren't important in comparison to how ridiculous his familiar was being. Rather than follow the potato-sack forest sprite, he simply stood there, more than a couple meters away, glaring.

Yeah, this was accurate. He'd probably need to actually get his familiar's name at some point so as to stop calling her Alraune, but the flowery little weasel never actually spoke to him. She just ran around calling people

"Turtle!"

Yeah.

[Ceres]

"A picture is worth more than one thousand words...usually."

"Eh?"

Was it the sound of cracking that woke her, or was it that blaring 'yelp'?

In either case something had disturbed her nap.

Another day, another tree, another something that had to make a racket---not that she entirely minded. She actually intended to be a little productive today---buuut that didn't quite work out. Instead she found she was a lot more out of energy than usual---it might have been because she hadn't eaten today. It could have been a lot of things...but either way it took the fun out of the idea of training today. So she didn't. As if by some strange coincidence her author proved to be equally as lazy---therefore many inaccuracies were made in the making of this depiction of the situation.



When Ceres lowered her gaze to the earth below she noticed a woman with long blue hair standing over a red-headed chick. From what she could tell, because her author sure as hell didn't even draw that part of the picture, the red head had fallen down from a nearby tree. After the fall she somehow caused the wrath of a grimoire to smite her. Yeahthatsoundedaboutright.

Well the blue haired woman seemed concerned enough to handle this situation, so Ceres had no problem at all leaving it to them to deal with the poor thing. That is...until she noticed some kind of evil aura radiating from behind the two women. Ceres' attention slipped over to where she sensed this ghastly presence spewing its evil vibes...and there she saw this formless being of hatred and evil mojo.

With mild curiosity she continued to watch this man shaped evil...thing.

That is until she saw the strangest thing...

A potato sack attacking a flurry of blue petals, while screaming at the top of its lungs.

"...Yup. This is the weird side of Virtual England."

By the way, if you're wondering how she could tell the red headed chick was such? She noticed the girl's ass. Definitely has a woman's ass. Yup.

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[Capsule]

Muse:
We Are All Made of Stars

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The majestic Ceresfly.

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Capsule kind of wished she had a shell to retreat into as a worried tone called out to her. Unfortunately, the grimoire was too small to serve as cover, and she would only look like a fool if she tried to hide under it. She didn't stand up, but she did slowly back up until the book fell off her head, right about the time the blue haired woman approached her.

"Oh - I-I'm fi-" Why did she sound like a chew toy? She cleared her throat. "I'm fine." It felt easier to articulate when she imagined herself as a child, practicing English in a classroom setting. 'See, teacher? I have been studying!'.

A good hard shove had her back on her feet, grimoire now tucked under her arm and not balanced on her head. "I should be able to walk. It wasn't that big of a fall." It also helped that she was a few inches off the ground before Nightmare Sphere gave out on her. If she had used it a second or so too soon… Capsule grimaced at the thought of twisting or breaking her ankle out here. Hobbling back to London with a bum ankle would have made her an easier target for monsters and PKers alike. As a precaution, though, Capsule leaned from foot to foot, applying pressure to check for signs of any irregularities. She nodded at the other woman in approval. "See? No broken bones."

Her ankles were fine, but her knees were a bit tender. That fleeting aching sensation should soon die down, though. She dusted off her knees as she thought of how to explain how she came to be a heap on the ground to the blue haired woman, who was apparently a Druid; the blue, flower shaped familiar lingering nearby was very telling. Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the alraune, as it usually did when she encountered them in video games, particularly those that sugarcoated or omitted myths and legends. Game series that were heavily invested in mythology, however, like the JRPG series that centered around demon recruiting and fusion, were more than likely to be quite forthcoming. Of course, said games tended to have phallic shaped demons that spewed greenish fire. In other words, Capsule thought the Druid's familiar was icky, and not because it was capable of making her nose itch by swirling pollen all over the place.

What were they talking about again? Oh, right - the fall. "Oh, I climbed a tree and-" The redhead gave a spontaneous yawn in the middle of her sentence. Had she been this tired before? "...I fell asleep, I guess, and fell." She rubbed at the corner of her eyes with her fists. "So there weren't any monsters…?" She trailed off as something strange caught her eye.

Another alraune, clad in what appeared to be a potato sack, was charging towards the Druid's (Eglantyne's). Capsule blinked and rubbed her eyes again, wondering if she wasn't just seeing things, but the second alraune remained, and it was speaking...no, that wasn't exactly accurate. It was saying only one word - turtle. Was it bullying Eg's, and where was its - "Ah!"

The second alraune's master was not far behind. Capsule had mistaken him for a black ball of seething HATE,

but it was really "just" a male Druid, somewhere around her age but likely younger than the female Druid. Something about the guy made her glad that the woman had found her first. She took a tentative step towards the blue haired woman, nodding her head in the direction of the Druid of HATE. "Do you know that guy…?" Her tired eyes shifted and spotted what appeared to be a giant butterfly in a tree, though it quickly shifted to a human shaped figure when she blinked. '...Maybe I should get some sleep.' Was Eglantyne even real? If the other druid could be mistaken for a ball of HATE, and the person in the tree a butterfly, then was the only person who seemed to be the realest a figment of her imagination?

Capsule narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she leaned forward to inspect the other woman, who was at least an inch or so taller. Either she was real or such a good illusion that Cap couldn't be fooled. It made sense, really. The others were too far away for their glamour to fully trick her. 'This is what happens when you don't get enough sleep, right? Your eyes start playing tricks on you? Or have I been dreaming all along?' Well, if this wasn't a dream, she would find out soon enough. The redhead reached up and made a grab for Eglantyne's pretty, blue hair.

[Eglantyne]

[Scoria]

"Tuuuuuuuuurtle!"

He really was going to have to teach that child some manners. Scoria himself was glaring at the group of three, having noticed at some point that Ceres was up in a tree. Perhaps the benefit of having entered the scene from the opposite direction, Scoria's 'big picture' view gave him a decent view of the players. That didn't stop him from glaring so hard at all of them that any one of the three might burst into flames. He stood there momentarily, sharp features locked onto those in front of him, before stepping out into the open. He had been spotted, so there was no point in keeping in the darkness. His left hand stayed within his pocket as he looked upon those gathered. Mostly just Capsule and Eglantyne. Had Scoria actually known her name, he would have complained how hard it was to pronounce, but that was for later. Which one was the Druid though...?

The red-headed one was acting weird. Scoria glared harder at her. Was she ill? Well, he had gone and introduced himself, so whatever. He wasn't some swirling black cloud of hate. They acted like he was going to grab one of them by the throat and choke them to death. Geez. He should probably introduce himself though. Properly. With an actual name. Not just going "hello" and calling it quits. "...Kaguya." Yeah. That was an appropriate lie. He was totes the bamboo cutter's granddaughter from the moon kingdom up in space. Too classy, Scoria. His eyes moved from Capsule to Eglantyne and back again slowly, as if daring them to challenge his claim. He was getting better at throwing his personality in people's faces, that much was clear. "The sprite refuses to tell me her name." Was he going to apologize for Alraune's untidy behavior? Naw. Was he going to even mention anything about the familiar, other than it being a forest sprite? Naaaaaaaah. He just continued to glare and let the forest sprite do its thing. Scoria was clearly a cut above the rest in terms of social interaction. The forest sprite stared hard at Eglantyne's familiar as it spun in circles around the blue-tinged Alraune, fidgeting in its brown potato sack as it moved.

Clearly, Scoria's familiar was way nicer than he was. Scoria himself decided he'd leave Ceres to do what people hiding in trees did... for now.