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Eris stood in a patch of grass outside her personal tent. Behind her, two of her cats pounced on each other's tails before scrambling back under the silk tent door. The lunar fae was practicing her act for tonight's show - not that she needed to, but for the sake of appearances. Plus, she was rather bored, and her butterflies had not brought her any juicy bits of information lately. Such a shame.
She held a pale white rose in her hand, waving it around slowly as if showing it to an audience. With a wicked grin she then tore off the petals and crushed them in her palm, letting the stem fall to the ground. "Ah, ah, do not mourn. For from death, new life arises." She cast the petals into the air, and with a burst of silver light they transformed into a swarm of glittering butterflies. One landed on her hand, while the others dissipated into the air after a few seconds. "And once again the cycle renews."
They will love it, as usual. Ah, humans - so predictable.
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Eris stood in a patch of grass outside her personal tent. Behind her, two of her cats pounced on each other's tails before scrambling back under the silk tent door. The lunar fae was practicing her act for tonight's show - not that she needed to, but for the sake of appearances. Plus, she was rather bored, and her butterflies had not brought her any juicy bits of information lately. Such a shame.
She held a pale white rose in her hand, waving it around slowly as if showing it to an audience. With a wicked grin she then tore off the petals and crushed them in her palm, letting the stem fall to the ground. "Ah, ah, do not mourn. For from death, new life arises." She cast the petals into the air, and with a burst of silver light they transformed into a swarm of glittering butterflies. One landed on her hand, while the others dissipated into the air after a few seconds. "And once again the cycle renews."
They will love it, as usual. Ah, humans - so predictable.
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Space was so Cool~
So Cool~
But it won't even live in a Memory
Universe Unspooled~
So Cruel~
To be Leaving with only a Melody~
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Silence. Howard's favorite sound. Of course, he didn't mind the occasional melody, or the chirping of birds, but silence meant he could fully concentrate on his readings. And Howard loved reading, especially in the perfect conditions. There were no noise, right now, simply in inner monologue passing through the lines of text. It was a book he had had for a while, yet one he never took the time to skim through. However, it was excellent - but maybe he wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if he hadn't been in such ideal conditions. Silence. Worriless.
Or maybe not.
It was definitly the time to feed Plato, he remembered. Yet, it was silent, which meant his bird wasn't around, the parot having the habit to softly hum when he was slightly bored. He lifted his head away from the pages and whistled to call him, but still no Plato in sight. That's the moment when he saw it : the open window of his caravan... The bird certainly flew away. With a sight, Howard got up and picked his coat. Of course, he'd rather stay home and read his book, but he wasn't going to let his little guy go around without food.
He started walking around the site, whistling a bit, hoping that Plato would pick on the sound and unaware that the bird had went to see a certain acrobatist.
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Silence. Howard's favorite sound. Of course, he didn't mind the occasional melody, or the chirping of birds, but silence meant he could fully concentrate on his readings. And Howard loved reading, especially in the perfect conditions. There were no noise, right now, simply in inner monologue passing through the lines of text. It was a book he had had for a while, yet one he never took the time to skim through. However, it was excellent - but maybe he wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if he hadn't been in such ideal conditions. Silence. Worriless.
Or maybe not.
It was definitly the time to feed Plato, he remembered. Yet, it was silent, which meant his bird wasn't around, the parot having the habit to softly hum when he was slightly bored. He lifted his head away from the pages and whistled to call him, but still no Plato in sight. That's the moment when he saw it : the open window of his caravan... The bird certainly flew away. With a sight, Howard got up and picked his coat. Of course, he'd rather stay home and read his book, but he wasn't going to let his little guy go around without food.
He started walking around the site, whistling a bit, hoping that Plato would pick on the sound and unaware that the bird had went to see a certain acrobatist.
Valtteri Castro
With: Howard('s parrot) @/nekosysteme
Val was still brooding about how 'oh, woe is me!' when he heard the sound of wings flapping. He brushed it off as just some pigeons that liked to congregate where food was. He'd seen more pigeons flying around lately anyway. No matter how hard he tried, none of them would ever fly down for a snack. It was so counterintuitive. Of the birds, not himself. So he continued to mope, but then there was a squawk that was musical in tone; one that Val could recognize anywhere. Pulling his hands from his face, he grinned at Plato.
"Hello there, aren't you supposed to be with our favorite hellspawn?" He reached forward, lightly scratching at the feathers on the side of its head before moving to the back and neck. The African Grey Parrot walked forward a few steps to get a bit closer to the petting. Val laughed lowly. He considered bringing it to said hellspawn, but... well, if Plato was here then Howard was coming.
Retracting his finger, the parrot stared at him with beady eyes. "Where is he, anyway? Usually comes here faster. You would think a demon is fast enough to deliver his wrath unto me for stealing away his companion." Val reached forward again, once more petting the parrot, small smile on his face.
"Actually, I just realized something," he murmured to himself. "I'm one of the youngest ones here." He inhaled sharply through his teeth. "Damn. What do twenty-three year olds even do when they're not in a circus?" He frowned as he thought, his petting hand stalling and earning himself an indignant squawk. "Ah, sorry," he continued to pet the bird. "Twenty-three year olds are probably in college or something, right?" Val snorted at the thought. "Boring."
Valtteri Castro
With: Howard('s parrot) @/nekosysteme
Val was still brooding about how 'oh, woe is me!' when he heard the sound of wings flapping. He brushed it off as just some pigeons that liked to congregate where food was. He'd seen more pigeons flying around lately anyway. No matter how hard he tried, none of them would ever fly down for a snack. It was so counterintuitive. Of the birds, not himself. So he continued to mope, but then there was a squawk that was musical in tone; one that Val could recognize anywhere. Pulling his hands from his face, he grinned at Plato.
"Hello there, aren't you supposed to be with our favorite hellspawn?" He reached forward, lightly scratching at the feathers on the side of its head before moving to the back and neck. The African Grey Parrot walked forward a few steps to get a bit closer to the petting. Val laughed lowly. He considered bringing it to said hellspawn, but... well, if Plato was here then Howard was coming.
Retracting his finger, the parrot stared at him with beady eyes. "Where is he, anyway? Usually comes here faster. You would think a demon is fast enough to deliver his wrath unto me for stealing away his companion." Val reached forward again, once more petting the parrot, small smile on his face.
"Actually, I just realized something," he murmured to himself. "I'm one of the youngest ones here." He inhaled sharply through his teeth. "Damn. What do twenty-three year olds even do when they're not in a circus?" He frowned as he thought, his petting hand stalling and earning himself an indignant squawk. "Ah, sorry," he continued to pet the bird. "Twenty-three year olds are probably in college or something, right?" Val snorted at the thought. "Boring."
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Ozma
Slipping out of their tent, a warm mug clasped in one hand, one might wonder if the ringmaster had just woken up or if they’d skipped sleeping all together. A serious of pops and cracks from joints, followed by a stickies yawn, didn’t exactly give a very clear answer. Even so, there was an air of peace around where they’d decided to camp out for the night, and they were determined not to let it waste away
to much.
The fae approached behind the other as she let the petals burst into butterflies, finishing her speech about death and rebirth. Ozma gave a small clap as much as they could considering the mug in one hand, taking a drink from it a moment later. “Stunning as ever Eris, although I do hope you haven’t been doing that
all day. Some say that at times, the most productive thing you can do is nothing.” A slight hum punctuated the point, pausing a moment before adding. “Then again though, they do say that those who seek work often find rest. Hm, perhaps proverbs aren’t much my forte?”
A slight head shake, looking down at Eris from where they stood slightly behind her, “I could just go back to my tent and check the schedual, but do you recall if there’s a show tonight?” Upon feeling a brush against their leg, the fae reached down and gave one of Eris’ cats a pat on the head.
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Ozma
Slipping out of their tent, a warm mug clasped in one hand, one might wonder if the ringmaster had just woken up or if they’d skipped sleeping all together. A serious of pops and cracks from joints, followed by a stickies yawn, didn’t exactly give a very clear answer. Even so, there was an air of peace around where they’d decided to camp out for the night, and they were determined not to let it waste away
to much.
The fae approached behind the other as she let the petals burst into butterflies, finishing her speech about death and rebirth. Ozma gave a small clap as much as they could considering the mug in one hand, taking a drink from it a moment later. “Stunning as ever Eris, although I do hope you haven’t been doing that
all day. Some say that at times, the most productive thing you can do is nothing.” A slight hum punctuated the point, pausing a moment before adding. “Then again though, they do say that those who seek work often find rest. Hm, perhaps proverbs aren’t much my forte?”
A slight head shake, looking down at Eris from where they stood slightly behind her, “I could just go back to my tent and check the schedual, but do you recall if there’s a show tonight?” Upon feeling a brush against their leg, the fae reached down and gave one of Eris’ cats a pat on the head.
Zara looked around her tent. this was her first time here. She was nervous and didn't know what to do. maybe she could make friends. she wasn't sure. she got up after her meditation.
'I wonder what I should do' she thought. she decided to get back to meditating. clearing her mind, she loved it. she used it a lot considering she felt what others felt. it was quite interesting to her on how it worked. she started meditating.
Zara looked around her tent. this was her first time here. She was nervous and didn't know what to do. maybe she could make friends. she wasn't sure. she got up after her meditation.
'I wonder what I should do' she thought. she decided to get back to meditating. clearing her mind, she loved it. she used it a lot considering she felt what others felt. it was quite interesting to her on how it worked. she started meditating.
Space was so Cool~
So Cool~
But it won't even live in a Memory
Universe Unspooled~
So Cruel~
To be Leaving with only a Melody~
Eris spun around dramatically to point a finger at Ozma's face. "I have been doing many things today, my friend, but you don't get to know what they are." One of the cats, a black one with white tuxedo markings, jumped up in her arms. He purred once she began to pet him, letting out an indignant meow whenever she stopped. "As long as a proverb sounds vaguely meaningful, the audience will eat it up. It just needs to be delivered correctly." She hadn't missed the compliment from Ozma, and although she didn't comment on it, she felt a smug self-satisfaction.
She blinked at Ozma when he asked about tonight's show. "Ozma. You are the ringmaster. You wrote the schedule." She smirked. "But of course I recall. There is indeed a show tonight." The other fae really did amuse her sometimes.
Pulling back the silk door to her tent, she gestured inside, indicating that he was invited in. "Your sleeping habits are abominable, you know. I just happen to have some sweets stockpiled, so you might as give yourself a sugar boost and help me get rid of some."
Eris spun around dramatically to point a finger at Ozma's face. "I have been doing many things today, my friend, but you don't get to know what they are." One of the cats, a black one with white tuxedo markings, jumped up in her arms. He purred once she began to pet him, letting out an indignant meow whenever she stopped. "As long as a proverb sounds vaguely meaningful, the audience will eat it up. It just needs to be delivered correctly." She hadn't missed the compliment from Ozma, and although she didn't comment on it, she felt a smug self-satisfaction.
She blinked at Ozma when he asked about tonight's show. "Ozma. You are the ringmaster. You wrote the schedule." She smirked. "But of course I recall. There is indeed a show tonight." The other fae really did amuse her sometimes.
Pulling back the silk door to her tent, she gestured inside, indicating that he was invited in. "Your sleeping habits are abominable, you know. I just happen to have some sweets stockpiled, so you might as give yourself a sugar boost and help me get rid of some."
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Prismarine hung upside down, suspended by only the silk tangled around her feet. She flipped her hair out of her face, releasing a puff of air before she twirled her body around, elegantly falling as the silks flowed out around her. Her body flipped and spun fast as she closed her eyes, stopping herself before she went to far by grabbing the opposite silk and falling into a pose. Her leg pointed into the air, body arched into a crescent, her arm facing towards the ground.
The silence in the area suffocated her, the cold air brushing past her skin with a gentle stroke. The lights twinkled and flickered, acting like makeshift stars to further her imagination. Prismarine closed her eyes, the world around her vanishing into a starry sky. The colors swirled into galaxies, drifting stardust illuminated by the stars far off. The moon above glowed in the shimmering light, and she was floating amoung it all.
Prismarine fixed herself into an upright position, opening her eyes slowly with a small smile. She twirled around her legs until the silks formed into a hammock of sorts. Her hair pulled into a messy bun, held by a sparkling scrunchy. She had practiced this routine so many times, it was muscle memory. Her ivory slik romper didn't do her much coverage against the cold, the bottom coming to mid thigh, and the thin straps only holding it up. She closed her eyes again with a sigh, resting her hands against her stomach. Might as well take a break.
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Prismarine hung upside down, suspended by only the silk tangled around her feet. She flipped her hair out of her face, releasing a puff of air before she twirled her body around, elegantly falling as the silks flowed out around her. Her body flipped and spun fast as she closed her eyes, stopping herself before she went to far by grabbing the opposite silk and falling into a pose. Her leg pointed into the air, body arched into a crescent, her arm facing towards the ground.
The silence in the area suffocated her, the cold air brushing past her skin with a gentle stroke. The lights twinkled and flickered, acting like makeshift stars to further her imagination. Prismarine closed her eyes, the world around her vanishing into a starry sky. The colors swirled into galaxies, drifting stardust illuminated by the stars far off. The moon above glowed in the shimmering light, and she was floating amoung it all.
Prismarine fixed herself into an upright position, opening her eyes slowly with a small smile. She twirled around her legs until the silks formed into a hammock of sorts. Her hair pulled into a messy bun, held by a sparkling scrunchy. She had practiced this routine so many times, it was muscle memory. Her ivory slik romper didn't do her much coverage against the cold, the bottom coming to mid thigh, and the thin straps only holding it up. She closed her eyes again with a sigh, resting her hands against her stomach. Might as well take a break.
As he was walking around the tents, Howard heard a famaliar squawk, quickly followed by a voice that was more familiar than he would like it to be. Of course, why didn't he think of it sooner? When Plato was flying away, there was a lot of places he liked to go, of course, but for some reason, there was a place he really liked to go. Well. Birds, they're like children. They don't really need much to enjoy someone : only to be liked. He was not completly sure if that was great wisdom or complete stupidity.
So of course, Plato really liked the young man who really liked birds. Perfect parot logic.
The demon walked towards the sound, until he could see the vision he predicted : african gray, being pet by human magician. He had a soft, quiet sight, and whistled again, hoping to get Plato's attention and to avoid social interaction. The bird turned his head to look at his owner and hummed a bit, clearly pleased to have his... two favorite people in the same area. However, it was pretty obvious Plato could care less about leaving.
''Plato'' sighed Howard ''It's time to eat'' He stared briefly at Valterri, offering him a faint, polite smile. Sadly, the bird didn't seem to be interested by the prospect of food : he was hungry for attention, not for snacks.
Howard went closer to the two companions, hands in his pockets, and a very neutral expression on his face, but his annoyance was getting more and more appearant. Ashamed, the bird simply turned his head away and squawk, unaware that, quickly, his owner's hand would find its place scratching his neck. Sweet spot.
''Come on, boy'' he sighed again. He slightly looked at Valterri. Please, ignore me, he thought to himself.
As he was walking around the tents, Howard heard a famaliar squawk, quickly followed by a voice that was more familiar than he would like it to be. Of course, why didn't he think of it sooner? When Plato was flying away, there was a lot of places he liked to go, of course, but for some reason, there was a place he really liked to go. Well. Birds, they're like children. They don't really need much to enjoy someone : only to be liked. He was not completly sure if that was great wisdom or complete stupidity.
So of course, Plato really liked the young man who really liked birds. Perfect parot logic.
The demon walked towards the sound, until he could see the vision he predicted : african gray, being pet by human magician. He had a soft, quiet sight, and whistled again, hoping to get Plato's attention and to avoid social interaction. The bird turned his head to look at his owner and hummed a bit, clearly pleased to have his... two favorite people in the same area. However, it was pretty obvious Plato could care less about leaving.
''Plato'' sighed Howard ''It's time to eat'' He stared briefly at Valterri, offering him a faint, polite smile. Sadly, the bird didn't seem to be interested by the prospect of food : he was hungry for attention, not for snacks.
Howard went closer to the two companions, hands in his pockets, and a very neutral expression on his face, but his annoyance was getting more and more appearant. Ashamed, the bird simply turned his head away and squawk, unaware that, quickly, his owner's hand would find its place scratching his neck. Sweet spot.
''Come on, boy'' he sighed again. He slightly looked at Valterri. Please, ignore me, he thought to himself.
