Legends Say... [September Open + 1 Closed]

[moonlesstides]

Who: Grace and YOU
What: September open with flower prompts, freestyling on the beat
When: September
Where: Check the prompts (see previous statement re: freestyling)
Warnings: Pyromania, possible violence, emotional/mental influences from the flowers

...Were cast into the lake of fire, and burnt... [Kitchen]

Are you anywhere near Windjammer? Heading to the kitchen? There's smoke pouring from it, not yet "oh god the whole room is on fire" smoke, but that sure is visible smoke in large amounts. Inside, Grace is there with a waratah flower pinned to her chest, and she has been Busy. She'd initially come in to cook, and the results of that - a salmon fillet whose carbon ash is still in the middle of a pan of oil that is very much on fire - are still present, but she has gone so much further. Pots and pans burn, pouring greasy smoke; the kitchen's supply of parchment paper is on fire, the kitchen towels sit in the open ovens flickering merrily with orange flame.

Grace is approaching the deep fryer with the cooking torch in her hand, eyes wide with wonder, but there's time to stop her, if you like. She keeps pausing to add various salts or spices to the flames, and watching them turn pretty colors.

I Have Given Her Time To Repent [Pool]

The bindweed growing underwater had caught Grace's attention, so strange - this is no water-plant that she knows of. Her curiosity was her undoing, and now she thrashes in the pool, churning the water and sometimes breaking the surface as more and more of the plant grows forth to restrain her. The look on her face is pure fury, and she screams in her bubbling voice as far as it can carry: ~Free me! I will not be shackled again! Never again!~

I Will Also Give That One The Morning Star [Tommy Bahama | Closed to Siffleur]

Wary now - not nearly wary enough, Grace's wacky flower adventures can and will continue - Grace manages to work up her courage to return to the Tommy Bahama, with Siffleur's camera cradled in her hand. She settles in near the shallow reaches, content to sit and wait patiently for her fellow Hunter.

The little cat-ears on her head are new, and they twitch and flick, listening out.

Woe to the inhabitants of the Earth! [Promenade]

There is a box in the Promenade.

The box is propped up by a stick.

Beneath the box is garlic bread from the buffet.

The stick has a string tied to it, which trails away into Bric-a-Brac, where Grace is hiding extremely poorly behind a counter.

Out of the smoke came locusts [Wildcard]

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[teethoftherisk]

"Hello Grace." Siffleur greets her from high on a nearby display. Her scent was the first indication that she was there, the alluring smell of a lake that did not exist. He hops down and heads over to greet her. "How have your writing lessons been?"

[moonlesstides]

Grace looks up, and her somewhat nervous expression relaxes into something...happier. ~They proceed well, I think. My handwriting remains atrocious, I must seek some method of pinning the paper in place, but that is perhaps putting the cart before the horse. And you, great hunter? How do you fare?~

[teethoftherisk]

"Perhaps tape or thumbtacks? Either way, I am glad to hear that it is coming along. I never mastered handwriting, only printing." He comes to sit by Grace, curling his tail around himself. "I am well. I have developed a new kind of shapeshifting and have been experimenting with it, and though there are many flowers here, I have been lucky and none are growing near my usual dens, so I can sleep safely."

[moonlesstides]

~Most excellent. I continue to have run-ins with the blossoms, though I confess I am not trying particularly hard to avoid them. I have been too long without wild green things.~ Gently, afraid very much of damaging it, Grace sets Siffleur's camera down and nudges it towards him. ~I am writing well enough that I cannot conscience holding this any longer. I am grateful for your generosity, mighty hunter.~

[teethoftherisk]

Ah, so that's why she's here. He chuckles softly. "If it is still of use, you may keep it. I only use it when I go on expeditions where Friday would enjoy seeing the sights. The last two have not had anything she wanted to see. If the next one does, I will let you know and I will take the camera back to film, and then relend it to you. It makes more sense for it to be used than to sit in a nest untouched."

Kitchen

[knotawolf]

The smoke pouring out of the kitchen causes his nostrils to flare, it smells terrible. Different than forest fires or car fires, or even burning motor oil. But occasionally there'll be a wafting of something different as herbs burn or meat. It's strange enough that he goes to investigate, sniffing the air as he stands amidst the acrid clouds.

"What are doing? Are eating that?" Because he's eaten charcoal before and it's not great.

[moonlesstides]

~Yufei!~ Congratulations lil' buddy you're succeeding by doing nothing - witnessing her friend again is enough to stop Grace in her tracks. ~Aren't the flames beautiful? It's so warm in here - I'd forgotten how nice it is to be warm. Join me! Surely there is more that could be set ablaze! Perhaps clothing?~

[knotawolf]

"It is warm!" He's not sure about beautiful, but there is definitely something about fire that's kind of mesmerizing. And between Siffleur and Sharky, no one has taught him about fire safety, he's aware that usually fire is inside of rock rings, but that's outside. This is inside and clearly that's totally different.

He looks around the kitchen, billowing smoke, appliances blackened and charred, "Okay! Will get some."

And he darts off to do just that, heading to Tommy Bahama to grab an armful of clothing, and a few candles. They smelled good when Siffleur lit the wick of one, surely they'll smell better if they burn the whole thing right? He's so smart.

When he gets back he takes the lid off the candle and sets it carefully on top of a burning pan on the stove.

[moonlesstides]

Thankfully, the kitchen is on fire enough to give Grace some patience. Some patience. She's managed not to kill herself or others with the torch that's still in her hands, and Yufei's return has her giddy. She follows her friend as he sets the candle on the burning pan and inhales the melting wax with a satisfied look.

~Perfection...excuse me, I shall require these.~

Grace takes a small selection of the clothing and twists it up before setting it in the sink. It's not an ideal position for it to burn, but thankfully the torch does not give a single fuck.

There's a sound in her mental voice much like a sigh of pleasure as it ignites.

[knotawolf]

Oh he's excited now. He did a good thing and he is helping, bouncing from foot to foot as she takes some of the clothes and sets them ablaze.

He sniffs the air as "Tropical Breeze" scented wax melts into a puddle.

"Why are making everything fire?" He's into it, but he doesn't really get it. "Are going to roast things in it?"

kitchen

[maximumcake]

So, of course, he comes running as soon as he sees the smoke. And the view once he dashes it through the door makes him want to weep.

"Grace!!" This is the loudest she'll ever have heard him yell. "Stop! Get away from there!"

[moonlesstides]

~Consort Royal! Is it not beautiful? I'm so warm. I haven't been this warm in so long, and the flower tells me I could be even warmer. The oil will burn so beautifully and so bright and then perhaps I can be warm forever more, as I was when I was a thing which lives.~

The kitchen is even more on fire than the prompt might indicate 'cause I'm putting the Yufei thread first in time.

[maximumcake]

Beautiful?? He looks around his entirely trashed kitchen and the tears forming in his eyes are not the kind caused by happiness.

"No, Grace. No, it isn't. The flower is lying to you. If you drop that torch you're going to hurt yourself and me. You won't feel alive because you'll be dead! We both will."

[moonlesstides]

~...What else is there to ignite? I can hardly burn my clothes or yours...~

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~Or could I...~

[maximumcake]

Uh...

UHHHH.......

"You know where there are a lot of clothes to burn? Tommy Bahama!"

Sorry Siffleur...

Promenade

[hate_gettin_older]

"Oh will you look at that," comes a possibly familiar voice. "Someone's left their garlic bread just sitting out on the floor all by itself, can you imagine."

That voice is speaking maybe just a little too loudly, for someone presumably talking to himself.

[moonlesstides]

There is a faint vocalization, barely audible, that might be a snicker or possibly a gerbil that overestimated its snack.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Ah, and it looks so tasty. But I can't just pick it up and eat it, I gotta find out who dropped it. They're gonna want it back."

Corgi puppies don't look this innocent.

[moonlesstides]

Damnation. Grace had not planned for this. Surely there must be another way to tempt the mortal Edgar under the box...

Wait.

Ava and the duck man prepared her for this! Yes! She has just the thing, a treasure far too valuable to pass up.

A single American nickel comes rolling out of Bric-a-Brac, coasting on its edge until it hits the bread and falls over.

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar looks down at the nickel.

Then up at the direction it came rolling from.

"Scuse me," he calls out brightly, "whoever's over there, did you drop something?"

Pool!

[professionalriot]

When he stepped out onto the pool deck he wasn't expecting to immediately be greeted by the commotion in the pool. Or the voice in his head that he knew was Grace. Ashley ran toward the churning water. Along the way he dropped his bag. His drink. The headphones around his neck are thrown carelessly. He's loves to surf and does it frequently, making him a very strong swimmer. Ash dives into the pool with the confidence it takes to face towering walls of water and live.

Under the water he hooks an arm around Grace and tries to pull her up with him out of the water. He wasn't prepared for the resistance of something trying to pull her back down as he popped his head out of the water and tried to pull her to the edge of the pool. The way she is fighting against whatever has ahold of her makes it hard to see what she is struggling against.

"What the fuck is it?" He barks out as he struggles to keep her above the water.

[moonlesstides]

~The damn chatterer wanted weeds that cause height and these appear to be the opposite!~

Grace is learning all kinds of things about herself today. One of them is that jokes happen when you're panicking. She does not want to know this and is incensed by it.

[professionalriot]

Weeds? Plants. Great. More plant bullshit. Ashley would rant about the damn plants if he didn't just feel something brush his leg. He kicked to try to keep it away. Which didn't help at all.

"Shit!" Ash yelled as it wrapped around his leg and pulled him under.

As he goes under it isn't panic that kicks in. Rarely if ever does the pack go to war with a fully formed plan. There is an idea. Generally. It's a lot of thinking on your feet and making split second decisions when things aren't going the right way. Like now.

When he hits the bottom of the pool his decision is made and he shifts his form. In Crinos he stands ten feet tall. A hulking wolfman who can tear bodies to pieces with little effort. Like all of his wolf forms his eyes are yellow and his fur is mottled gray, brown and white. He swipes at the plants with a massive claws and frees his leg. Then attacks the plants pulling Grace under the water.

[moonlesstides]

Hopefully Ash wasn't expecting immediate rescue or concern from the recipient of his kindness; the moment the plants' grip on Grace is loosened she shoots out of the pool like a flying fish, 'landing' on the pool deck without quite touching it. She scrambles away, chest heaving, harpoon scraping loudly against the deck.

She goes quite a distance before she looks back.

[professionalriot]

With Grace out of the pool he doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone else as he slashes at the plants. He's free, he could get out but decides that the best option is to kill as much of it as he can.

Once he has torn, bitten and shredded enough of the plant to satisfy him Ashley pulls himself out of the pool. The giant wolfman flops unceremoniously out of the water and straight onto his back, sending water everywhere. Chest heaving for breath he lays there for a few minutes staring at the sky.