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phantasmalrift2018-03-30 10:18 pm
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Who: Kurama and others
What: Assorted prompts into early April
Where: Multiple locations around and outside the station
Warnings: None yet except for Kurama being more clearly not alive while sleeping
March 12
[The day after they closed the Fissure, Kurama can be found in the afternoon on the new viewing deck... Though he doesn't seem to be enjoying the view. Instead, the redhead is curled in a chair with a stick covered in runes, the tip burning with a flickering black flame.
His jaw is clenched tight as he watches it burn sadly.]
March 14
[Anyone passing by the Magic Lab today might notice the door has...ice creeping through the spaces around it? If they actually check inside, it's worse; more than half the room is iced over to greater or lesser degrees.
And in the middle of it all is a figure not familiar to everyone. A tall, silver fox spirit with golden eyes, currently doing his best to offer a contrite expression as he holds a large seed in one hand.]
I really am sorry, Charm. I promise I'll do my best to clean it up.
[The way his tail is going probably gives away that he is a lot more satisfied than sorry, though.]
March 29
[It's actually a fairly nice day. Kurama was taking advantage of it to spend some time out in the sun. Well, originally he was. Now he's asleep on the roof, white wings visible for once and curled around him. They're softer than Goro's, more like an owl's.
He really didn't mean to fall asleep out here, but the sun feels nice and he's tired. ...he's also, for the particularly observant, not actually breathing. Hopefully that won't freak anyone out.]
April 2
[The clear ground on the clifftops leaves room for a lot of things that the garden floor couldn't really accommodate. There will still be plenty of open area left when Kurama is done, but some of it is being covered in various types of trees. Most kinds he only grows one or two of, enough to handle their needs. His fingers lightly brush the trunks as he walks through them once they're grown.
Then he grows sakura trees. More than one or two, more like a small grove. Pink petals bloom against white bark, delicate and beautiful. The way he looks at them is fond, if tinged with aching nostalgia.]
It's the right time of year for hanami, too...
What: Assorted prompts into early April
Where: Multiple locations around and outside the station
Warnings: None yet except for Kurama being more clearly not alive while sleeping
March 12
[The day after they closed the Fissure, Kurama can be found in the afternoon on the new viewing deck... Though he doesn't seem to be enjoying the view. Instead, the redhead is curled in a chair with a stick covered in runes, the tip burning with a flickering black flame.
His jaw is clenched tight as he watches it burn sadly.]
March 14
[Anyone passing by the Magic Lab today might notice the door has...ice creeping through the spaces around it? If they actually check inside, it's worse; more than half the room is iced over to greater or lesser degrees.
And in the middle of it all is a figure not familiar to everyone. A tall, silver fox spirit with golden eyes, currently doing his best to offer a contrite expression as he holds a large seed in one hand.]
I really am sorry, Charm. I promise I'll do my best to clean it up.
[The way his tail is going probably gives away that he is a lot more satisfied than sorry, though.]
March 29
[It's actually a fairly nice day. Kurama was taking advantage of it to spend some time out in the sun. Well, originally he was. Now he's asleep on the roof, white wings visible for once and curled around him. They're softer than Goro's, more like an owl's.
He really didn't mean to fall asleep out here, but the sun feels nice and he's tired. ...he's also, for the particularly observant, not actually breathing. Hopefully that won't freak anyone out.]
April 2
[The clear ground on the clifftops leaves room for a lot of things that the garden floor couldn't really accommodate. There will still be plenty of open area left when Kurama is done, but some of it is being covered in various types of trees. Most kinds he only grows one or two of, enough to handle their needs. His fingers lightly brush the trunks as he walks through them once they're grown.
Then he grows sakura trees. More than one or two, more like a small grove. Pink petals bloom against white bark, delicate and beautiful. The way he looks at them is fond, if tinged with aching nostalgia.]
It's the right time of year for hanami, too...
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[Let's play with fire, Kurama!]
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He lights it off the black fire of the other, and sure enough, the new stick burns with a bright pink flame.]
They're entertaining, I'll give them that.
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How well-versed are you in Magic?
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This particular sort? Not very. My specialty has always been in unraveling mystical locks and seals, and a certain familiarity with the history and powers of major magical artifacts.
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Oh? How come?
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Ah... I was quite the legendary bandit and thief, once upon a time.
['Once upon a time', he says, as if he wasn't picking locks less than two weeks before ending up here.]
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Astolfo's eyes widen and he nods encouragingly.]
Go on!
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So he shifts the burning sticks in his fingers, letting them shift the way light and shadow play across his face.]
Youko Kurama, I was called then. One of the demon world's most cunning thieves and deadliest bandits. Cold as ice, ruthless and without mercy.
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He tries not to interrupt, but quietly echoes "The Demon World?" after he speaks, curious enough- but he wants to hear the rest first.]