[ Marisa is rifling through a stack of papers near a table filled with dolls. She appears to be skimming through them, then carelessly throwing them back onto the table, occasionally putting a sheet away. She looks at the screen when she's done ( Read more... )

[The emptiness of her temple after the opening ceremony's been getting to her. It's the Temple of Zephyr, and yet it isn't the Temple. There aren't the usual sounds. No priests randomly stumbling into her room in an inebriated state or slipping in to cuddle. No laughter, talking, and other activity. Just quiet emptiness. And the vista outside, as ( Read more... )

[Melia's sojourn in the fringes had been long, and it showed. Eyes blinked from places where they should not be, antennae tipped with hands waved, and every time she spoke her words came out in colors. But those things she did not care about. She had lugged with her a large bag of magic dirt, the bag itself made from magic dirt ( Read more... )

There once was a little prince, who lived on a small planet in space, no bigger than a house. One day, on this little asteroid, a rose grew under the attentive care of the little prince. He loved the rose dearly, though she was a spoiled little thing. She cast her beautiful perfume over the prince's home, but she also spoke quite cruely to him, ( Read more... )

Just in case anyone needs to know, I've got this ring of torches in the gardens. Y'know, if you need a break from the murderplants.

If anyone has lighter fluid or like rags or something, I'd really appreciate a donation. I'm not really wanting to brave the thorny deathtraps and my supplies are kind of running low.

(ugh, this is such bullshit.)

I think we can all agree that there was NO WAY we could have known that not pampering the flowers would lead to the release of horrible plant monsters. The important thing is to focus on fighting them off rather than on who may have not properly cared for their plant, and to accept that they probably feel terrible about it already.

[Melia is gyrating around in an enthusiastic dance that ruffles the colorful flowing dress she's found, while singing with gusto. Every word she belts out in a husky yet cheerful tone.]

( A suggestive love song )

[France is quite clearly in the arena, cooking at one of the stoves, apron on and swinging her hips as she sings quietly to herself. Her rose is next to her, fully bloomed and a dark red. She smiles at the vine.]

Cuizi c'est quoi!
Ta position favorite~Ahaha, I'm not sure why, but I am in a good mood... This is a rather lovely day though, so I ( Read more... )

All right, look. [ There's a deliberate pause as she's thinking. Because she has no idea if she's using this... thing right. She can't even believe she's doing this. Talking to a goddamn vine (surely she must be going mad) and talking to goddamn strangers. ] I don't mean to be rude. [ This usually means she's going to be rude, too. ] But don't... ( Read more... )

I'm bored.

Everyone is outside, having fun. Something's tied to my leg, but I can't go out and find out what it is. Being inside used to be fun enough, but that was before I knew how fun being outside is.

I want to go outside again.