it's a mingle!

[wotanon]

Who: imeeji!
Where: imeeji!
When: day 439ish?

[ do you have effects from the game? do you have errands to run? chaos to cause? what's up my lads can i get an ups in the chat ]

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[sangreine]

[ There's a pause as she thinks, for the first time, about his age, how young he is, which is odd on a number of levels. She doesn't mean that to be a patronizing thought, it's more that she's always wondering whether she's closer to being a teenager or being her centuries- or millenias-old age. More often she's closer to the former, and this is one of those rare occasions when she needs to actually be the bigger person, find some maturity. ]

I can hardly blame you for not knowing what I haven't told you, except in generalities. You're probably comparing me to other people you know and assuming it's a similar situation, which is a perfectly normal thing.

If -- you want to know more specifics, I'll show you. But I think you'll regret it. [ And she doesn't want to give people more reasons to be afraid of her. He probably has a right to know, though. Everyone here does. ]

[ Finishing the last of those feathers, so she removes her hands. ] All done. [ So if he wants to run off, he can. She gets it. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I ain't gonna make you show me nothing you don't wanna.

You don't owe me nothing, dude.

[His wings flutter briefly, and then settle]

...thanks. For, uh. For helping with the feathers.

[sangreine]

You're welcome.

[ She won't push, mostly out of selfishness, despite how it stings to hear him say she owes him nothing -- she does, and she knows it too well. Alas, she's never been one to take her responsibilities seriously enough until she has substantial, irreparable regrets over the matter. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

A-anyways.

[His wings flutter a little again]

What're you up to? Or I guess - what were you up to, before I grabbed you for preening duty.

[sangreine]

Training. [ She doesn't really need to practice, but it's a good habit, gets her restlessness out. ] I couldn't do it for a few days because of all the branches.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Branches?

Oh, from the game.

[sangreine]

That's right. I don't think it would have hurt me to slice any of them off, but I figured it wasn't worth finding out. Most of my fighting is based on muscle memory and instinct which don't really account for sudden form changes like that. [ She fights to relax, which means thinking too hard about not cutting herself is counterproductive. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Ah - yeah. I mean, that's legit.

Seems like it'd be kinda heavy, if nothing else.

[sangreine]

Maybe for a human, but I didn't notice the weight and it didn't change my balance. Mostly it was the change in my skin texture and the constantly shedding flower petals that were pretty different.

I kinda miss it, if I'm honest. Being able to change my clothes around just by thinking about it was pretty convenient.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Whoa, wait. For real? You could just... change?

[sangreine]

My clothes were just moss with some flowers thrown in, but yeah. I could make the dress longer or shorter or whatever. [ Or remove it entirely, but she's not about to go there. ] Didn't really match my unit aesthetic very well, though.

Same with the branches, I could move them around more or less like I wanted to.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Sounds kinda cool, honestly.

[sangreine]

It was. I wouldn't have thought I'd like being aa tree so much. Most other people liked it well enough too, so it's a shame it didn't last longer.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Maybe you'll get it back for Halloween next year.

[sangreine]

Uh, do status effects come back for that? Aside from something like that, I'm not sure that's my holiday. Seeing people wearing vampire and monster costumes might get weird, fast.

[crossmyheartandhope]

We usually do a bingo game where we turn into other stuff for a couple of days.

I was some kinda nymph last time, so it seems like yours might count, too.

[sangreine]

-- Great. [ She looks down so he'll hopefully be able to tell that her incredibly pissed-off expression isn't directed towards him. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

- ah.

Not your thing, huh?

[sangreine]

I'm already a monster, I don't really need more layers to it.

-- Sorry. It's not your fault. At least I know, I guess.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

[sangreine]

Like I said, not your fault. This place sure loves screwing with us.

[crossmyheartandhope]

S'iile their favorite way to spend time.