WHO: Trowa Barton, A crowd of NPCs and 14 poor unsuspecting saps all under a curse, and anyone who sees this going on or gets dragged in by accident. ADD YOUR TAGS.
WHERE: Alllllll over the City.
WHEN: Thursday, July 22 (Day 1)
WARNINGS: Large amounts of hideous as the weekend wears on.
SUMMARY: The poor kid pissed off Aphrodite and then told her
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Trowa will find himself wandering through a forest. The deeper he goes, the more primordial and ancient the forest becomes. However, contrary to the primeval instinct of mankind, this forest is not forbidding. In fact... it feels almost welcoming... In fact, it seems to be calling him deeper into the forest.
After a time, he'll start to get the feeling of being watched... But it's an almost benign sort of interest - like a smile from someone watching you across the room.
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The trees are massive things, towering far above the forest floor. Trunks as wide as a three-lane highway in some cases. The ground cover thins out to low ferns as the canopy arches far overhead. The light that filtered down from above was almost glowing green from shining through the leaves above.
Here, the forest is quieter, more serene than a forest would naturally be. It's almost as if the primeval forest was holding it's breath in the presence of something. There's a new scent in the air here - richly redolent of green growth and flowers, something female and... a breath of something almost reptilian ( ... )
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Still, he keeps going. There's something about this place that just...
Trowa snarls at the sound of the person behind him, at first, spinning and lowering himself to the ground to prepare to spring if necessary. However, it isn't another creature come to be on the attack--it's a lady, and one rather unlike any one of them he's met before. She's shockingly tall, and very... well, she's very green, isn't she?
He can't make up his mind as to what he ought to do about her, and so repeatedly bares his teeth without making any actual sound, trying to figure out what she wants and whether or not scaring her off would be one of his brighter ideas.
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There's just... something about her that seems soothing and benign... and utterly unafraid of him. When she speaks, her voice is calm and soothing.
"Be at ease, and welcome, young one." And then she lifts her hand to lightly touch atop his muzzle, as if in benediction.
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It's humiliating at first, but the woman doesn't seem to be out to embarrass him, and so the internal disgust at behaving so slowly dissipates. Fortunately, he has a far easier time hiding his emotions while in the various beast forms, as most people do not find them nearly as expressive. Then again, how she's acting... perhaps she knows how to read them as well as he does. The thought is mildly discomfiting.
The lion-Trowa sits, his bright green eyes fixated on the hand on his nose, and decides to be patient. Hastiness made for mistakes. If she can do that, then she might be dangerous, and to act without being fully informed would be, well, stupid.
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She laughs softly and warmly and inclines her head ever so slightly to him. "Ah, clever one, you need not fear me, truly." She would never seek to harm him. "It is true, this is not my real form. But that is not yours, either."
"I did not wish to frighten you on our first meeting."
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"First?" Trowa parrots, putting an edge on the word that implied he believed she thought too highly of herself. After all, he'd never agreed to any repeats of the incident.
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She inclines her head politely toward him. "I am Ysera."
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"Trowa Barton," he says, nodding his head once, watching her from behind the curtain of hair. "Why are you here?"
The boy didn't waste a lot of time on pleasantries.
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She smiles more fondly, reminiscing a little. "It is like a breath of home in this world of stone and iron sprawls."
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Well. This was obviously just his own mind having a bit of fun with him, so he might as well play along.
"Where was home?"
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She tips her head slightly to the side. "Has this City always been your world?"
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"For a year and a half. That's all."
Wouldn't she--well, he, really, if this was his own imagination--know that? Or was this one of those things he has to figure out himself, like... it's getting confusing, trying to sort these kinds of problems out. The mind has a difficult time trying to work in absolutes when the body is asleep.
"Emerald dream?"
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