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

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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Looking back at Grace may reveal that fish.exe has encountered a fatal exception and crashed. This has been her first time seeing someone else unclothed and right now she's only rated to blink repeatedly.

He's trying really hard to not laugh at the look on her face. Ash watches her, smirking as he does. "Grace, are you okay?" He asks again.

~Art led me to believe that one's wedding tackle was much smaller and I am now confronted with deep questions of...what did the damnable Hermit call it...physics.~

Wedding. Tackle. He has to pinch his lips and close his eyes to keep himself from laughing. The last thing he wants to do is make her feel bad or worse to feel stupid. Letting out a deep breath he composes himself before saying anything.

"Art?" Oh. Okay. He shakes his head still just faintly smirking. "Grace, there are a lot of reasons why historically penises have been drawn or sculpted being small. Most of those reasons have nothing to do with the actual size. That's mostly determined by genetics. Like height and eye color. It's just science." Were they really talking about this? "But, not physics. What do you mean phys--oh." A bit of color does flush his cheeks when he catches on to what she means. "What questions?"

Grace makes a circle with two fingers and then kinda punches it with the butt of her harpoon, entirely failing to pass the weapon through said circle, by way of demonstration.

"Oh. That. Okay." This is a strange conversation he did not see himself having today. Fortunately he had spent countless nights with flash cards, notebooks and medical journals helping Anika study. Maybe they got stuck on reproductive anatomy for a bit because Ashley had some of the same questions Grace might have. He's a guy living in America and until a certain point in his life definitely was way more informed by pornography about sex then he should have been. Ash sits down on one of the chairs.

"If we're talking human anatomy...a vagina can accommodate giving birth. It's some of the most elastic tissue in a human body. Pretty incredible, actually. But, on the daily? It's like two to four inches deep. When aroused it's more like four to eight inches. Which is why foreplay is important. There's a limit for sure and just like penises are all different sizes so are vaginas." He pauses for a beat before adding, "That's not the only way to have sex though."

Grace nods slowly, looks back at the pool, and fucking scrambles another ten feet away from it; the bindweed is waving just out of the surface now.

This done she returns her attention to Ash. ~Marital relations give the living the power to shapeshift, I comprehend.~

"Not shapeshifting, no. Our bodies are just made that way. To fit together in a good way so sex feels good."

When she moves further away from the pool he looks down at the water. Seeing the plants reaching out closer to the surface he follows Grace, grabbing his bag and headphones as he does.

"Can I ask you something?"

He motions with his head for them to keep moving away from the pool. "We should get out of here."

She's all too happy to get out of here, and will follow Ashley. Partly it's because she assumes without any evidence that he has a destination in mind; mainly, the part of her that is still afraid wants a canary in this coal mine.

~Ask, dreamweaver.~

His only destination is away from the plants that are trying to drown them.

"Couple of things you said. Wedding, marital...you know it's okay to be sexually active if you aren't married right?"

~Of course I know. When I wore shorter chains I attributed such to our dire circumstances; here, in this place, I have had cause to rethink this. As little as I like my imperious roommate she is nothing if not refined, a cold and elegant lady; therefore, her actions are ladylike.~

Diogenes would have a field day with this fish.

~However, let me tell you a story, a true story, of the queen and the sailor. The Bloody Queen was one of my peers, a dead thing like myself and a hunter of the living, a lady not unlike the imperious one. The First Officer was a sailor, forever telling fanciful stories and coarse anecdotes of his conquests, and he was our prey. One evening I witnessed an exchange of wills between them. The Queen said: your low words betray a simple mind. And the Officer replied, words are empty; I shall prove it, and when I do you will grant me clemency in our next match.~

~As is the way of these things, a crowd was gathered. The challenge was simple enough - to demonstrate a refined air. To this end the sailor surprised us all, wooing the room with the mighty courtesies of the city-folk and cunning references to poems, and when he had his prize he said: I am a coarse man, and seek the love of they who understand my roughness, and so I use coarse words to woo them. You, your Majesty, are merely not my intended audience.~

~Do you understand, dream weaver?~

Edited 2023-09-28 23:18 (UTC)

"She isn't cold. Not in the least." Ash says affectionally. Elegant, sure but not cold.

He nods. "Yeah, of course I understand. Words matter and so does your audience. I go from wearing a suit and tie in a board room to fist fights at night. Still, I wanted to ask...because what I think and feel about sex is probably very different from someone who is religious and thinks it is only meant for marriage."

In all senses but the literal Grace is pressing X to doubt that description of Valdis.

At the mention of being religious, though, she turns with a mute snarl, sudden and vicious, and gets up in Ash's face. ~I am of no religion, faith, or cult, dreamweaver. Gods are vermin fit only to be slaughtered, and here in this place where their power is reduced I will cull any I find and drag their ruin through the decks as an example for any who come after.~

"Grace," He says calmly. "I'm sorry what I asked is upsetting to you. I don't know you well enough to know this would be a sensitive subject. But, I would appreciate if you could take a step back."

~You will have all the steps you want when the vermin that made me this has been taught the error of his ways. Look for a self-styled king all in yellow, and tell him his days of peace and joy are over.~

But...

She does swim back, moving through the air just as if it's water, hair streaming in a phantom current. ~You will not accuse me of bowing to vermin again.~

Ashley wasn't going to argue. He didn't think he needed to explain that he had nothing to do with who made her. Or that he had not made any accusations. She was upset. In his experience that doesn't lead to good conversation or understanding. Especially when he felt threatened.

"I'm going to go get dressed. Be careful around the plants. See you around, Grace." He gave a small wave as he headed toward his room.

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

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Damn canon characters and their one liners

/dead

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