LUCIEN IS DEAD!!!! im jk we would never grant jan the sweetness of death. HE IS OR WAS VERY CLOSE TO IT AT LEAST. reirin, who would have held up the comatose lucien in her shaking arms, and who would absolutely flipped and asked medea and mitsuba to tear whatever strips of her skirt they need to bandage and then CONVEY THIS FCKASS BLONDE TO PURRFECT PENANCE, where he is now ensconced in bed, looking paler than death but perhaps close to waking (for threading purposes)
either way, reirin is sitting at his bedside, her bloodied hands folded neatly in her lap, looking very unlike how she's been this past week: unflappable and bright. instead, she looks drawn and still shaken, though she has the possession needed now to look at Medea and Mitsuba in turn,]
A... [her throat is dry, she swallows to work the moisture back into her mouth, then] Are the both of you alright?
[ sure, medea can help carry this dumb blonde over since it's not like there's ranks here and she hasn't had a need to keep to a singular image yet.
medea is concerned by the situation and how the setting forces their hands more than she s concerned that lucien is almost dead. it's not abnormal to be shaken by this kind of thing, so reirin's reaction makes sense.
unfortunately, she doesn't look to bothered even as she looks between all three of the people here. ]
Better than before. [ the imposed weakness. she's ignoring her headache. ] Are you?
Reirin wakes up gagging on it, at the smell of smoke and ash and char and flesh in her lungs and mouth, and she immediately grabs her own face, as if checking that it's really there and not peeled away --
the solid presence is a relief, but the emotions swirling in her chest are decidedly not]
I...
[she coughs, tries again, looks frantically around for her companions and maybe also for that little girl]
[ the worst part about being wheelchair-bound is that she can't even duck, cover, and roll when the fire consumed them like a wave. it burned, much like the arts that were used on her back then -- ]
...R-Reirin?
[ she comes back to consciousness at the sound of reirin's voice, followed by a massive hacking cough as smoke filled her lungs. she holds her chest with one hand and the handrest with the other, wheezing for air. ]
[Assumes they have hibbity hobbled back to the manor and we are dressing reirin's wounds in some kind of way. girl bonding.]
You're in remarkably good spirits, considering the condition you all returned in. You needn't put up a brave front for us all, Reirin, if things were more troublesome than they appear.
[She will noticeably limp her way back to the manor... Once there, MelinoΓ« will see that her knee is pretty banged up!!! perhaps fractured!!! she will also have a cut on her shoulder and a snake bite on her hand... as well as bruising, so much bruising all around her torso. also noticeably, Reirin will not make a single pained noise, instead grabbing onto anything else to endure the pain...
There are palpable beads of sweat on her face, but she manages a smile anyway.]
It simply hasn't sunk in yet, I think. [rather than bravery...] I still feel rather disoriented. Should I mourn all those I lost...? But they are all here now, hale and whole.
well, here is someone who might be Reirin, easily identifiable because a.) she is covered in a blanket in the middle of the garden and b.) it is reminiscent of the way she pulled that whole shroud over herself earlier.
just a blanket-covered lump in the middle of the garden. it would be very zen if not for the small, stifled sobs... truly bringing down the mood here]
he may find her at the manor, sitting on the floor with a particularly rotund cat flopped over her lap. She is no longer shrouded, thank goodness, and she seems to be perfectly fine... There are no visible injuries, at least. She is also petting the cat, but her gaze is somewhat distant... until she hears the sound of footsteps,]
Reirin is at one of the sound stages! Or is she...?
The scene Hak stumbles onto is one of a feast currently hosted at what seems to be a palace. The feast is full of nobles and court ladies and numerous government officials, their attention all on the figure standing in their midst. A young girl dressed in brilliantly golden robes, with white flowers tucked in her hair. A slightly older boy dressed in equally rich robes smiles down at her, awestruck with devotion.
In fact, everyone in the court yard is staring at the girl with affection. They crowd around her, calling out to her -- Lady Reirin, felicitations on your wedding! -- congratulating her on her position as empress, and her future with the crown prince.
The girl who looks nothing like Reirin smiles and nods, but the gaze in her eyes is distant as her crowd of well-wishers continue to fawn. They speak of the beauty of her fragility, how blessed she is to have come this far despite her terrible health, but no matter -- all she must do now is stay by the crown prince's side and remain cosseted and protected. She is their Kou Reirin, after all. She is their butterfly, and must forever remain so.
'Reirin' remains still as water, smiling softly, but her hands clench into fists in the folds of her skirts, trembling slightly, and every so often, her gaze darts around -- as if seeking an escape]
they can be at reel cinema.... reirin is stuck between which horror movie she should go and see when she is confronted by Ryuji who lives in a passionate romcom. She blinks up at him,]
My, hello Ryuji. [. . .] May I ask for the reason behind this request?
Reirin immediately catches him because of course she does, even if she doesn't know it's a six inch tall Hien. She assumes that it's an unfortunate mouse, actually.]
What fortuitous timing! I shall add you with the others.
[ in a non-creepy way fia will figure out how to deliver a small gift for reirin...
a small red box (badly) tied with a green ribbon is sitting in front of reirin's door. a folded note is slid beneath the bow, which she can take out and read before opening:
Reirin,
Thank you for helping me when I came back. I don't think sending you a message would have been enough, so I got you something. I hope you like things like this.
- Fiammetta
when she opens the gift, there will be a hair ornament (with a gold comb, not plastic). this may or may not have been taken from the flower rat salon. it's the thought that counts.... ]
SEND THIS TO π OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS ππΌππΎ IF YOU GET 0οΈβ£ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE ππ«! IF YOU GET π BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPΓ NOEL'S HOT β¨οΈ CARAJILLO βοΈ
LOVE β€οΈ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDINGπ ELF-ASS SINNER! π MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER β BE BASIC! TURN UP π AND HAVE A VERY LIT π₯CHRISTMAS! ππ
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after maze run!!
LUCIEN IS DEAD!!!! im jk we would never grant jan the sweetness of death. HE IS OR WAS VERY CLOSE TO IT AT LEAST. reirin, who would have held up the comatose lucien in her shaking arms, and who would absolutely flipped and asked medea and mitsuba to tear whatever strips of her skirt they need to bandage and then CONVEY THIS FCKASS BLONDE TO PURRFECT PENANCE, where he is now ensconced in bed, looking paler than death but perhaps close to waking (for threading purposes)
either way, reirin is sitting at his bedside, her bloodied hands folded neatly in her lap, looking very unlike how she's been this past week: unflappable and bright. instead, she looks drawn and still shaken, though she has the possession needed now to look at Medea and Mitsuba in turn,]
A... [her throat is dry, she swallows to work the moisture back into her mouth, then] Are the both of you alright?
[OUR FFA PROMPT!!!!!]
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medea is concerned by the situation and how the setting forces their hands more than she s concerned that lucien is almost dead. it's not abnormal to be shaken by this kind of thing, so reirin's reaction makes sense.
unfortunately, she doesn't look to bothered even as she looks between all three of the people here. ]
Better than before. [ the imposed weakness. she's ignoring her headache. ] Are you?
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Useless twink hovers uselessly in the background, being useless.]
I'm fine, I think... [He is not, but he will figure that out later.] Did we do all that for nothing?
[??????
WHAT DID THEY ACCOMPLISH HERE BESIDES LEARNING THAT LUCIEN IS DEAD AND ALSO ALMOST KILLING HIM AGAIN.]
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Of course. Tell me where I should meet you both, and I shall head straight over!
[what if thorns also chose to sacrifice himself in that sussy chapel and is now bleeding out at elyisum's feet?]
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post girls night witches maze run
Reirin wakes up gagging on it, at the smell of smoke and ash and char and flesh in her lungs and mouth, and she immediately grabs her own face, as if checking that it's really there and not peeled away --
the solid presence is a relief, but the emotions swirling in her chest are decidedly not]
I...
[she coughs, tries again, looks frantically around for her companions and maybe also for that little girl]
Fiammetta? Lemuen?
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...R-Reirin?
[ she comes back to consciousness at the sound of reirin's voice, followed by a massive hacking cough as smoke filled her lungs. she holds her chest with one hand and the handrest with the other, wheezing for air. ]
Where's Fia? And the-- girl?
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post cyoa wahoo ACTION...
Bumps into something and starts cursing. ] Stars..! Who put that blinding wall there -
[ IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY. ]
WAHOO.....
Reirin immediately limps her way over to them,]
Siff...!
[the nickname slips out before she can take it back, but she's really far more concerned about how Siffrin just walked into a wall?]
Is it your injuries? What's wrong with your vision?
[looks directly at their face]
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You're in remarkably good spirits, considering the condition you all returned in. You needn't put up a brave front for us all, Reirin, if things were more troublesome than they appear.
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There are palpable beads of sweat on her face, but she manages a smile anyway.]
It simply hasn't sunk in yet, I think. [rather than bravery...] I still feel rather disoriented. Should I mourn all those I lost...? But they are all here now, hale and whole.
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post cyoa action!
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anyway Dahut may find Reirin at her usual haunt... the gardens.... once he is there he will find...
a body....
a body sprawled face-down in a clump of beautiful flowers. sakyous you]
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well, here is someone who might be Reirin, easily identifiable because a.) she is covered in a blanket in the middle of the garden and b.) it is reminiscent of the way she pulled that whole shroud over herself earlier.
just a blanket-covered lump in the middle of the garden. it would be very zen if not for the small, stifled sobs... truly bringing down the mood here]
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Yosuke...! Are you -- How are your injuries?
[IS THIS BINCH HEALED YET]
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Reirin will be at the manor...! Easy to find!!! She is in fact in the middle of doing a one-armed push-up, with several cats resting on her back.
normal things to do after a traumatic experience!]
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post-cyoa, after the rest of these clowns--
He is holding something in his hands!!]
tsukasa like STEP ASIDE
he may find her at the manor, sitting on the floor with a particularly rotund cat flopped over her lap. She is no longer shrouded, thank goodness, and she seems to be perfectly fine... There are no visible injuries, at least. She is also petting the cat, but her gaze is somewhat distant... until she hears the sound of footsteps,]
-- Oh, Tsukasa...!
[what have you got there.. a knife....?]
THAT'S RIGHT
so forceful...
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week three
anyway where is reirin ]
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Reirin is at one of the sound stages! Or is she...?
The scene Hak stumbles onto is one of a feast currently hosted at what seems to be a palace. The feast is full of nobles and court ladies and numerous government officials, their attention all on the figure standing in their midst. A young girl dressed in brilliantly golden robes, with white flowers tucked in her hair. A slightly older boy dressed in equally rich robes smiles down at her, awestruck with devotion.
In fact, everyone in the court yard is staring at the girl with affection. They crowd around her, calling out to her -- Lady Reirin, felicitations on your wedding! -- congratulating her on her position as empress, and her future with the crown prince.
The girl who looks nothing like Reirin smiles and nods, but the gaze in her eyes is distant as her crowd of well-wishers continue to fawn. They speak of the beauty of her fragility, how blessed she is to have come this far despite her terrible health, but no matter -- all she must do now is stay by the crown prince's side and remain cosseted and protected. She is their Kou Reirin, after all. She is their butterfly, and must forever remain so.
'Reirin' remains still as water, smiling softly, but her hands clench into fists in the folds of her skirts, trembling slightly, and every so often, her gaze darts around -- as if seeking an escape]
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this is so funny
you mean so stupid
HILARIOUS
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Hi! This Reirin-san?
[He doesn't know what his own bigself's name is, but that's okay.]
Do you know where we can get cheese?
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Preferably a lot of cheese! Enough for... how much is good to say? At least four humans like us!
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WHAT ARE U GUYS DOING
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reirin is at the bank of the akheron, holding up one of the boxes. she looks like she's deep in thought, possibly dismayed, as she reads the sign...]
Are not all dates perfectly chaste...?
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his is backdated to last week sometime i'm sorry
Yo! Uh, I know this is effin' weird and a little sudden, but, um, can I kiss you?!
ANNA IM LAUGHING
they can be at reel cinema.... reirin is stuck between which horror movie she should go and see when she is confronted by Ryuji who lives in a passionate romcom. She blinks up at him,]
My, hello Ryuji. [. . .] May I ask for the reason behind this request?
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W5
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Reirin immediately catches him because of course she does, even if she doesn't know it's a six inch tall Hien. She assumes that it's an unfortunate mouse, actually.]
What fortuitous timing! I shall add you with the others.
[wait a second]
...Hien?!
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w6 delivery
a small red box (badly) tied with a green ribbon is sitting in front of reirin's door. a folded note is slid beneath the bow, which she can take out and read before opening:
Reirin,
Thank you for helping me when I came back. I don't think sending you a message would have been enough, so I got you something. I hope you like things like this.
- Fiammetta
when she opens the gift, there will be a hair ornament (with a gold comb, not plastic). this may or may not have been taken from the flower rat salon. it's the thought that counts.... ]
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SEND THIS TO π OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS ππΌππΎ IF YOU GET 0οΈβ£ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE ππ«! IF YOU GET π BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPΓ NOEL'S HOT β¨οΈ CARAJILLO βοΈ
LOVE β€οΈ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDINGπ ELF-ASS SINNER! π MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER β BE BASIC! TURN UP π AND HAVE A VERY LIT π₯CHRISTMAS! ππ
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SEND THIS TO π OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS ππΌππΎ IF YOU GET 0οΈβ£ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE ππ«! IF YOU GET π BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPΓ NOEL'S HOT β¨οΈ CARAJILLO βοΈ
LOVE β€οΈ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDINGπ ELF-ASS SINNER! π MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER β BE BASIC! TURN UP π AND HAVE A VERY LIT π₯CHRISTMAS! ππ
w6 voice help,
Venom girl! Can you help someone become immune to poisons?