it's a mingle.

[softlyfalling]

Who: You and 2000 horrible imps
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 260

[ yeah this is still happening

go here to catch imps

go here for just weird status effects

remember to log your imp-catching. good luck ]

Comments

[selfpreservationist]

...

Thank you. For trying.

[420blazeit]

I’ll cover you from up here. [ picks off another one that was getting a bit too close for comfort. ] ...a few of them are coming up on your eight.

[selfpreservationist]

... got it.

[he's going to slice and dice them as soon as they come close]

[420blazeit]

[ smirks, picking another one off as soon as he starts dealing with the mini mob to his back. ]

I wonder how many of these things there are.

[selfpreservationist]

Far too many. And we don't seem to be thinning out their numbers, either.

[420blazeit]

Because they just burst into smoke and don’t actually, like, die, they could be respawning.

[selfpreservationist]

So we're fighting the same imps over and over, you mean?

[420blazeit]

Possibly. I’m not saying that’s what’s happening, but, like, it definitely doesn’t seem like these things are actually *dying*.

[selfpreservationist]

We can't rule it out, anyway.

... by the way... I... finished the poem.

[420blazeit]

[ well the imps are all forgotten now. ]

Y- You did? [ ... ] And... what did you... think?

[selfpreservationist]

It's beautiful. Evocative. It reminds me of Sappho's fragments of longing and one's heart being filled with thoughts of another.

[420blazeit]

I’m glad you liked it. I... I can’t write my own poetry, but I was happy I could find something that echoed how I felt about... you...

[selfpreservationist]

Will you... say it for me? I was only able to get the meaning, not the pronunciation.

[420blazeit]

Of course. Will you come up here?

[selfpreservationist]

[floats on up to where she's perched, sitting next to her]

[420blazeit]

[ turns toward him and brings her voice to just above a whisper as she slips her tail around him. ]

geulihayeo tto hanbeon nae wie balg-eun nal ije
sangol-e pieonaneun dolajikkoch gat-eun
nae ma-eum-ui bichkkal-eun dangsin-ui salang-ibnida.

[ says it slowly, giving him a quick kiss afterward. ]

[ google translate don’t fail me now. ]

[selfpreservationist]

[leans on her as she recites, smiling into the kiss]

Saranghae.

[420blazeit]

Nado saranghae.

[ speaks against his lips, giving him another, much deeper kiss afterward. ]

It means a lot to me that you took the time to translate the poem. I hope you liked that one flower too, even if they... aren’t really your thing. [ she made it in her shop, because the shop has to see some action sometime. ]

[selfpreservationist]

It all... means something, to me. Because you were thinking of me.

[420blazeit]

I just want you to know how much you mean to me. It’s a lot, [ cracks a small smile. ] a whole heck of a lot. [ sets her forehead against his and shuts her eyes. ] Raven...

[selfpreservationist]

[wraps his arm around her shoulders]

... likewise.

[420blazeit]

Dang-shin-upsshi motsal-ah-yo...

[selfpreservationist]

What does that mean?

[420blazeit]

[ she presses a kiss alongside his ear. ] I think it's something you ought to decipher.

[selfpreservationist]

[huffs]

It took me forever to translate that poem. But alright, write it down for me and I will.