feonixe | CMO 2017 EDITION

CMO 2017 EDITION

how do i hold all these muses

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[Gimme anyone and raining & pouring / bookworm / spillages from dat coffee shop meme]

[ OOC: LET'S MODERN AU THIS. ]

[ It's New Year's Eve, but away from the festivities is a girl out in the cold weather, alone and crouched on the snow-covered park. She's proud of how elegantly she's dressed for the shrine a couple of blocks down, yet her eyebrows crease in worry as she searches the ground with her hands. ]

Where is it? Ooh...

[ She's on the verge of tears, it seems. ]

Edited 2017-01-01 14:21 (UTC)

( seasons meme. autumn ; harvest festival. /handwaves background furiously )

[ the celebrations are at full swing today as the town center is just bustling with activity. joyful youths danced around a pole and sang songs of thanks for their bounties. children, sweet babes, played games and ate their full in sweets and candied fruits as it'll be the last time they'll eat such delicacies as the approach of winter comes. but the thoughts of the cold days were far from the minds of those celebrating the hearty harvests they had this year.

now was for the time for songs and dances and laughter.

even caelum seemed to be enjoying herself as she simply sat at the table with the rest of the others, feeling surprisingly accomplished for all she had done in the past six months. who knew she would be in this position since the first day of her arrival to the village. she knew she hadn't made it easy for some of the others… whacking someone with a stone sphere is not the best way to make an impression. ]

Ah-! [ something snaps her out of the train of thoughts, feeling something drop on her head and laughter coming and going behind as someone ran away from the table.

her free hand reaches out to grab what was placed on her head, her grip on the stone orb in her other hand tightening out of reflex. the white knuckled grip she has on the orb relaxed when she feels what it is. twined branches and threaded leaves. flowers and acorns. it's a flower crown.

how embarrassing for her to react like that. her face turning a mild colour of red, she looks at the man sitting next to her in an attempt to save face. ] Excuse me…

Did you see who did this? I certainly didn't catch a glimpse of them.

[The days here, they're routine, run into each other one by one by one and yet there's something steadying in that. Something pleasant. There's satisfaction to be taken from doing something one unproblematically enjoys, after all, and although the shop is quiet there's still work to be done, orders to be filled. Flowers to be arranged.

They've been working in companionable silence up to this point, but when one hand gropes out to find what he needs only to find it lacking, Giovanni lifts his head. Glances up at his coworker with a smile that borders on apologetic.]

Pass me the calla lilies, would you?

[BRING IT ON. #noshame]

[ This is by all means a nice campsite - a clearing in the woods mate at midnight while the travelers rest. None of them needed sleep on a strict sense, but traveling can wear down even the hardiest of angels.

There's a small fire in the centre, maintained by magic. The crew have agreed to travel when the sun rises, which will be in a few hours.

What will you do? ]

[Something went wrong.

That's all that goes through her head once she completes the summoning - she can sense the distortion of magic around her, her attempts to summon Saber in vain. Maybe it was the presence of the dead constantly around her, maybe it was her own not truly dead state, her allegiance to the dead rather than the living. Maybe it was something out of her control. Either way, the Servant she summoned was not one she was supposed to summon.

The sudden drain of magic probably isn't normal either, and she finds herself on her knees - winded, as her spirits express concern, hover around her protectively. They can sense something wrong as well, but that's no surprise. But still her eyes stay focused on the figure in front of her, her sudden weakness nothing more than a temporary annoyance. Her biggest concern stands just in front of her.]

What's your name? [Because they aren't Saber. And with all the other Servants already summoned, she finds herself mentally scrambling for any information about who this could be.]

[Sometimes, you just don't know what world you get tossed into next. Edgeworth is just relieved that his memories are not at all tampered...and neither are his CRAU powers and fighting skills. At this point, he's no longer surprised by what he sees - and the shenanigans he winds up in.

A village in the forest - a picturesque forest, complete with a stunning waterfall, fruit-laden trees and beautiful hills - is threatened by the creatures that live in said forest. A witch, they said, had taken over and was corrupting the animals - and even the plants. Wolves suddenly walked on their hind legs and targeted children specifically. Birds of prey had mutated into giants that could destroy houses. And who knew what lived in the treetops and the lake?

One can guess which two unlucky men were tasked to cleanse the forest, and save the poor hapless villagers. Gosh, this sounds like something straight out of a video game.

Enter Edgeworth, sitting down briefly on a rock, saber in hand as he sighs.]

I don't understand why they don't move to another location, however.

[ There's this guy going down the stairs while eating a bag of chips and reading a magazine. He has the chip bag balanced on the same arm that holds his book while holding a chip with his other hand. He looks pretty absorbed in reading it, which means he won't really notice Lapis coming up the stairs.

Is there a collision? Maybe, if she doesn't get out of the way in time... ]

[ it was raining so hard.

she could almost hear glaegis' chiding her as she ran down the streets, trying to keep a grip on the umbrella which protected her from the rain that poured down around her. maybe she wouldn't be in this mess if he had agreed to come out with her to the city. ever since they both arrived to this mysterious city, they only had each other as company and stuck to the other's hip out of protection and pragmatism with their unfamiliar surroundings.

so of course the one day he didn't want to take a walk out with her was the day it happens to be raining cats and dogs.

emi continues to grumble under her breath when she notices something out of the corner of her eye. she stops and turns to see someone there, out in the rain.

without a second thought, she rushed over and hurriedly placed the umbrella over the person too. a good chunk of herself got wet as a result but, in her mind, it was worth it. ]

Here! [ she smiles at the person she's shielding the rain from, her expression honest and her nature sweet. ] Good thing I came along or you would be a lot more soggy!

( after a month since she's been hanging out in his world from our last thread hiiii. )

[ accalia has been here for a while and she's tried her best to learn the customs, the traditions of where she is. while she may stand out with her red hair and her persistent friendliness, she's at least tried to dress like them to blend in better.

she waits for her chance to see the man she met when she first got here, willing to go through the rank-and-file process of seeing him since she has a feeling just barging in would be frowned upon. he must be pretty busy today because by the time she gets to see him, she's yawning a bit to keep herself awake. (while ignoring the looks one of the people who escorted her sends. she's sorry. please don't point anything at her anything.) ]

H-Hey. I'm not bothering you or anything, am I?

[It all began when Isabeau mentioned a cafe in a conversation with Flynn a few days ago. She had passed it during one of her walks but instead of walking in to have a peek, she had continued walking. Perhaps she had been in shock? She could have sworn that there were as many cats as there were people.

That's how cat cafe looks to someone who hasn't ever seen or heard about it, apparently.

After bringing it up, Isabeau, without thinking much, asked him if he wouldn't like to come along and see what is this about together with her. It meant to be a casual invitation, nothing else.

Until Fujiwara heard about it while she's been waiting for Flynn at the Florida Cafe on the next day. Funnily enough, they agreed to meet here and head out to the other cafe.]

A date?

[Isabeau tilts her head a little, looking pensive. Then, when she's about to open her mouth and tell the man today's date, he starts laughing first and explains what he meant next. To put it mildly, it's quite a revelation to her. That's why, no matter whether Flynn is going to show up early or late, it won't change a thing. She'll be sitting near the counter, her cheeks bright red, trying to calm herself down.]

[ It's been a while.

It's been a long, long while. Years even, since the days when they were both trapped in a school not by their own choosing, since they escaped and somehow mysteriously went home. After so many years, he had thought it impossible to find her again, but there she was - five years later, at a recital in one of the grandest halls of Tokyo. He had thought it impossible, but the poster was of her face; the girl who had told him to get a grip not only in words but also in the language of music that they had shared.

So of course he bought a ticket. And after so many years, they got in touch again, and they could meet to share their stories once more.

It's been a while. ]

I've arrived.

[ Tokiya texts her once he's got a seat at one of the more reputable and secluded cafes he patronizes. There's sunglasses, which he removes once he enters the shop and has placed his order.

Now he only has to wait. ]

[ Lord Light was a punctual person.

He had received Sion's invitation and took it with the same seriousness that he did all his appointments, arriving at the requested place approximately fifteen minutes earlier. For a deity, he dresses quite simply - black jacket over a white shirt, with black pants to go with it. The only adornment would be the presence of a small four-pointed star charm on a chain around his neck, in the same manner as some people would wear a cross necklace.

So he waits. ]

[ By all means, it's a normal summer weekend. Reiji had been a bit lazy and decided not to head home to Kamakura, and had gone out to take a walk.

Or so he said. Shizuma will get a text. ]

hey

dyou think lobsters are like mermaids to scorpions

[what a crazy day]

[as promised, makoto arrives after lunch to reiji's apartment (it's just two doors down, so it's not much of a trek, not really), portable piano under his arm. he knocks on the door, knowing that he's expected, and presses his forehead to it, sighing.]

[why is asking someone out the scariest thing he's ever had to do?]

[ their daughter hasn't answered them since yesterday afternoon. even then she sounded stressed and unusually vague during their talk.

oh gall can say it's nothing to worry about. that ainsley was merely busy with her own life right and probably didn't have the time to answer their ritual post-dinner phone call but mothers know when something is up. especially if it involved their kids. it's part of their infamous intuition after all.

so the moment she's finished making breakfast for her and gall, she grabs her cellphone and dials in ainsley's number while steadfastly ignoring the disapproving eyebrows of her husband. if her daughter isn't going to answer the landline than surely she'll answer her mobile. she's practically glued to that thing since last february or march.

ring ring ring. ring ring ring. ]

[ give me any of your gbfs and any prompt of your choice, i'll throw one of my eternals at you later. ]

Happy birthday!

[ to celebrate this very important milestone in her friend's life, she brought him the following things: a small cake she's holding in one hand, a wrapped parcel tucked under her other arm, and the biggest smile ever on her face.

it's night time as she stands in front of his clinic. a little tired from work - and the shenanigans of retrospec in general though what else is new - but it's his birthday and they were going to party in their own way, darn it. she just hopes he doesn't know the little scrapes and bandages on her face, neck, and hands. the injuries are consistent of her taking a fall of some sort. ] Mind if I come in? I don't think the cake will survive outside much longer.