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Who: Venti and open /o/
What: laaate post-event thing for him, waking up from a little stress nap and being tiny.
When: near september!
Where: hurikane mostly!
Warnings: none really except maybe coming back from death and trauma-y memories if he talks about that. other than that he’s just a small fairy being an idiot.
[ it's not very responsible of him, but 1) responsibility and 2) venti: pick one. he is actually the kind of person who tends to disappear at occasional moments, sometimes at the most irresponsible times. he's also the kind who could stress-nap entire decades away, so maybe a good couple of days or even a week is being almost responsible for him. there's darkness, then he wakes up in bed rather unexpectedly and painfully by his new roomie. he processes that he's returned to life and rafaela is back and instead of talking to her or going out and checking on other people, why not just... go back to sleep. so he does.
a day later or so, he kind of disappears entirely, like wind invisible that may float away.
and maybe a week after that, the wind may slowly pull himself together. but he is weak, he's not terribly strong, he's rather tired and maybe lost more faith in himself. venti himself hasn't been around in a good while but a fairy-looking thing, something small and white that practically looks like a bird from a distance, would be slowly floating through the ship towards a bar. you can maybe find this creature:
1. fluttering rather dazedly, like a dizzy bee, charting a little path through the ship en route to deck five.
2. it seems to take breaks every so often to simply sit on the ground, or maybe even float to sit tiredly on your shoulder or head if you're nearby and make a nice perch.
3. sitting on the ground staring up at the door to hurikane, looking bemused at how to open it, chirping tiredly at you if you're nearby to please open the door!
4. if he manages to get in the bar, the critter is sitting on the counter making half-hearted little chirps to the ghost bartender who apparently doesn't get the hint that he needs wine.
5. eventually, or maybe a day later or so, venti would find it in himself to transform back and simply be found in hurikane at a table surrounded by bottles. he needs this, he really does.
(6. wildcard/anything else!! i might just make this a catch-all for september too i don't know yet) ]
What: laaate post-event thing for him, waking up from a little stress nap and being tiny.
When: near september!
Where: hurikane mostly!
Warnings: none really except maybe coming back from death and trauma-y memories if he talks about that. other than that he’s just a small fairy being an idiot.
[ it's not very responsible of him, but 1) responsibility and 2) venti: pick one. he is actually the kind of person who tends to disappear at occasional moments, sometimes at the most irresponsible times. he's also the kind who could stress-nap entire decades away, so maybe a good couple of days or even a week is being almost responsible for him. there's darkness, then he wakes up in bed rather unexpectedly and painfully by his new roomie. he processes that he's returned to life and rafaela is back and instead of talking to her or going out and checking on other people, why not just... go back to sleep. so he does.
a day later or so, he kind of disappears entirely, like wind invisible that may float away.
and maybe a week after that, the wind may slowly pull himself together. but he is weak, he's not terribly strong, he's rather tired and maybe lost more faith in himself. venti himself hasn't been around in a good while but a fairy-looking thing, something small and white that practically looks like a bird from a distance, would be slowly floating through the ship towards a bar. you can maybe find this creature:
1. fluttering rather dazedly, like a dizzy bee, charting a little path through the ship en route to deck five.
2. it seems to take breaks every so often to simply sit on the ground, or maybe even float to sit tiredly on your shoulder or head if you're nearby and make a nice perch.
3. sitting on the ground staring up at the door to hurikane, looking bemused at how to open it, chirping tiredly at you if you're nearby to please open the door!
4. if he manages to get in the bar, the critter is sitting on the counter making half-hearted little chirps to the ghost bartender who apparently doesn't get the hint that he needs wine.
5. eventually, or maybe a day later or so, venti would find it in himself to transform back and simply be found in hurikane at a table surrounded by bottles. he needs this, he really does.
(6. wildcard/anything else!! i might just make this a catch-all for september too i don't know yet) ]
that means pollux totally can tho
he does want to learn more about this mysterious goddess and he gets the feeling being near divinity could recover his strength more, he could probably transform back more fully if he tried again later. actually, he feels remarkably more rejuvenated and better, it really does take his mind off of the desert. so his answering little melody is more agreeable, and accompanied with a little nod of his head. sure, he could follow this girl.
what stranger danger? anyway he thinks his intuition is decent, and his read of people. she was kind enough to try to share her power with him, he could try to repay that after he recovers. ]
are you going to serve it to her on a silver platter ...
( she praises, it would go perfectly well with a lyre. a melody that could flutter along with the wind, trapped within the whispers and bypass someone as though a voice in their ear. it's even more apparent when a person is alone, and the secrets of the world comes put to tell them a secret they hadn't expected. that's how lovely this tune is as the dove sings, and rather than pet him, she decides to hum softly along with him.
her eyes close, and a hand raised over her heart as she matches the melody with him. she concludes her attempt just as fast as she started, allowing her efforts to drown into the air and appear pleased by the god's willingness. )
I'll take care of you tonight.
( servants have no need to eat or sleep, but perhaps doing so will make him more comfortable. that way he can fall into a deep slumber with her only for the next day to begin their new journey, at least she can start early in offering her power again. maybe it'll help? )
You don't have to be alone anymore, everyone seems to stick together to avoid dropping into an unpleasant mood. If only I had appeared sooner, I could have prevented the pain that you succumbed to... That is our purpose.
( a small tidbit about herself as a patron, but nothing more as she frowns only a little. her hand lifts to stroke the side of the dove's cheek before placing them back into the seat of her lap. she's meant to watch over those that sail and ensure no undue harm is placed upon them, but natsuno made her realize the pictures, and johnny had spoken about their feelings rotting on the ship as time goes on— that her energy would be a nice change.
she had been summoned too late, and to see one of those which she would protect in a lugubrious mood only worries her more. )
yes, bone apple tea ♥️🍽
that and she sure is confident, practically radiating proper divinity like this. he could say they have a difference in philosophy but now he kind of has to wonder if she’ll think less of him, a deity who’d practically run away from the responsibility of godhood, one who’d traveled and left his nation for long periods, one who’d hibernate for so long until calamity might befall his country and he’d awaken to desperate prayers and cries for help. the sobriety of realizing his own weakness when his godhood was taken from him, the vain wish that he could do more and yet when he himself had been spirited away from the captain here, there might be little he could do or has done. he’d fallen to the horde in the desert and failed to save someone who’d helped him. fallen asleep practically in sheer depression, running away from his problems and inadequacy. coming face to face with this woman who seemed so very convinced she could help.
maybe he too needed hope like this, when he wouldn’t want to burden mortals with his concerns and the his colleague deity had appeared and disappeared from this place. if there could be camaraderie between even across foreign gods he could try to forge it.
he flutters this time to her shoulder, balancing carefully there with a croon and another bob of his head, the descending chords of the snippet of song. that he approves of her harmonizing along! all right then, he could stay with her for a while. ]
he has to prepare it for her, so make sure he's on his final leg when he does!!
( she'll take him coming to her shoulder as a good thing, laughing softly to herself as her hair lightly brushes against the creature's wings. with him so close, she happens to turn her head to get a closer look, and she finds that he's doing better every moment. it could be company that remedies the heart by having someone there so that no one shoulders these burdens alone. she offered her energy, her lap, hand and even her shoulder so it's not as if the other is alone anymore.
that's how divine entities keep their power as long as someone is there to remember them. without worship, without being known... they start to decline, but every moment pollux, who is a goddess herself, keeps the other in mind while even when she doesn't offer her energy. a bit of belief and faith goes a long way, her hopes to see the other come back from this despair that has pulled him down. that's how they work, she knows best considering her brother who by human hands had been plucked from grace— no different from an arrow cutting through.
and they fall, and fall, and fall until there's nothing to pull them out of that dark, sweltering pit of sludge that clings to their body.
for pollux, she believes there's still a chance as she brings her legs up from dangling over the railing, and now standing on top of it properly without breaking a sweat. her balance perfect as she extends out her arms to keep her centered as she walks the thin rail down the prow until she's closer to the deck's surface before jumping down, bringing the god in tow. )
This might sound silly, but I never asked... how are you feeling now?
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more recovered than a dizzy little wisp floating towards a bar and landing on strangers.
normally he’d be much more concerned for mortals walking the rail but she is clearly a goddess, she must be capable whether she’s of the stars rather than wind like he. … well on the off-chance she happened to fall maybe he really could try to transform in reflex to try to save her. for now he furls his wings a little, gives a few experimental flaps before lifting from her shoulder to hover a small spiral in the air above her. and this might seem to rejuvenate him above almost anything, flight and being in the air again. this really is where he belongs.
the memory of his wings torn in the desert—a momentary falter, but then he recovers and hovers alongside her with a drift of sea wind. ]
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there may hardly be any clouds out tonight, but the stars that shine various colors of blue and white light up his feathers and the scene displayed before her. with a gasp, thankful, she speaks up lively. honored almost as she lifts up, the laurel wreath glowing softly that brings out the sparkles in her eyes. her own excitement. )
You're beautiful when you're in the sky... what a sight to see.
( she keeps her gaze focused on him as he soars the sky beside her, almost like it's a one in a million chance to ever see this. it'll be something she commits to memory, unforgettable as she remains in awe for a little while longer while walking forward. the heel of her shoes knock against the wooden surface of the deck, and though her eyes remain slotted into place on him, she does well in not walking into anything around her. )
I almost don't want to leave if that means I can watch you like this, ( free, unrestrained, and with energy that he didn't have before. ) but I promised you the comforts of our temple.
( and she have to keep that promise, it's why she continues moving without pause while also wanting to get her fill of him from this angle. )
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it seems they will need to head back inside but before doing so—a short flight. one that practically recovers him like nothing else, even the stars and power she had offered him, though that and her kind words are a salve like the updraft of his own wind. he coos another short melody before doing a small circuit of the sky above the deck, not quite straying far but simply enjoying the night air, sea wind, patternless stars. everything dangerous that had happened on land, when the undead had dragged him down… he could forget for a while longer in flight.
it lasts for only a few moments and then he descends in a drift of feathers, which is more the sign of his magic, white-blue-green then disappearing. and then he lands on her head, looking finally more cheerful than anything as he preens a wing and tucks a feather to her crown, then flaps a wing out in a ‘let’s go’ kind of gesture. something of his natural playfulness finally returning.
there are no holy sites on this ship so she must be talking about her room. maybe she may as well make it a shrine or temple if she inhabits it. ]
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her hands are placed up front, holding them gently as she makes her way down the hall in silence. she is a little saddened that they must leave from the stars to closed quarters, but she should take his willingness and energy as a sign of good things to come. it's not as if they'll be parted from the stars forever as both she and her brother are both one in the same.
they'll always be a shining light coming from either of them, and so the god she carries will never truly miss the night sky filled with a myriad of different stars. )
You're too kind. I'll make sure to cherish it.
( she murmurs gently, just in case it's too much to say as she's probably said enough, or too much. people can only take so many compliments, and she wouldn't want them to come off insincere.
slowly she passes by various entertainments, keeping her head held high, but also tickled if anyone passes her to eye the company she's with— maybe it's rare to see an animal on the ship? as they come along the cabin numbers, she begins to pass each one until she's standing before cabin 143. )
Remember this number well if you ever need anything.
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and now at her room… he peers at the door, giving a little nod of his head, then coos a note, a pause, two, another pause, then a whiff of his wing.
… he has no idea how well that can communicate ‘120’ for his own room number. it probably doesn’t do so well at all, but. he tried. well, he can tell her later he supposes. ]
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One. Two. Infinity.
( as zeros go on and on and on and on without stopping, a never-ending cycle on happiness and chaos. or a limitless change or on-going stagnancy, whichever the other decides for it to be. what she does instead is look down the hall to where those digits would be, and she turns for a moment as if she'd go down there. she thinks about it, thinking it may be best to let his roommate know that he won't make it back tonight, but she changes her mind to grab the doorknob of her own room to twist open.
she pushes the door open into a clearly tidy room, there's not much aside from items on one side of the room and the other half lacking. context clues would be able to say that the side with not much of anything belongs to her given that she's new. )
If you've met Izzy, this side of the room is his.
( shocker that he keeps things looking nice right when he has such a rugged attitude? it's just another way to say that he's kind without being vocal about it. )
I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you stayed with me more often. Would you like to sleep in his bed or mine?
( with one hand, she lifts it up towards the crown of her head so that he can hop off. she wants to see him when he answers. )
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and in the meantime venti’s own room is somewhat both rather deserted when he doesn’t spend terribly much time there (and will spend less time still) and also kind of slightly a mess with hoarded bottles of wine, because of course. he hops off to pollux’s hand with an appreciative chirp, then takes in her offer and…
the same bed with this girl. a goddess. oh god. the thing is he’s maybe been entangled with a few people to the point of severe messiness and admittedly its almost entirely his fault and he gets the feeling his boyfriend will stare at him for hopping into the bed of a stranger even extremely platonically so why not err on the side of caution. he flutters off onto the desk, trying to put on as totally casual air as he can, which is debatable for a bird. puffs his ruff feathers and settles down on the table surface in a bird-y loaf position. here would be fine. maybe after another recovery nap he can transform back. ]
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if venti takes a better look around from where he is, he'll see a third bed on the floor... it seems to be out of the way in the corner, but that sure is a mattress on the floor. )
Here. You can use my pillow to rest on, I'm sure that surface can become uncomfortable as the night rages on.
( as long as he can find comfort here, then she doesn't mind this at all. taking a step away from the desk so she can walk towards the dresser, peering into the mirror. her eyes glance up to the feather in her hair, a celestial item, she finds as she lifts one hand to remove it from the laurel wreath. holding onto it, she slowly brushes her them against it as she spreads out the vane of it to admire it better. if she wanted, she could fashion it into a pen from the quill, but... )
Would thread work? ...I wouldn't want to lose it.
( pollux mumbles, setting the feather down on the table as she looks around the room. does izzy have string? she'd hate to go through his things. )
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but he appreciates the pillow, her thoughtfulness. he peers at the third bed, makes a questioning crooning kind of sound in his throat, then settles on the surface of the pillow with a puff of feathers, preening a wing, then cocking his head at her.
the feather from the body of a god, even a transformed one, could hold minor divinity. he supposes he’d never exactly been in the habit of telling people to enshrine any relics of his, and she’s also a goddess. it’s nice that she seems to treasure the feather, but she could do whatever she’d like with it. maybe even put it inside the pillow. he makes a thoughtful sound, then glances around the room more deliberately. it’s difficult to communicate but maybe, if her cell phone might be around…? ]
alright ngl... i was thinking abt placing it in the pillow, stop reading my mind!
her attention comes back to him as she figures he's questioning the bird bed, and with a short glance over. )
I offered a home to Sou, and he took it. ( so that means moving his mattress in the room, and he doesn't take up much room either. ) Have you met him before?
( she's fond of him due to having him help her brother, and she wanted to offer her home due to a few... misunderstandings. it's not the best scenario, but having pinned him down and holding a sword in his face, it was an embarrassing moment that she had to at least do something.
as for her phone, his eyes will be able to spot it sitting right next to where she set the feather. he'll have to flutter over to get it, and then flutter back over to his pillow to sit comfy and text! )
id say god mindtwins but u already got a twin so
well, he can totally live in a bar.
to his knowledge he doesn’t know sou until/when he might give his name, so. a shake of his head, and then he hops off the pillow towards the cell phone, cooing at her until she may unlock it, and now he can totally try to communicate more! kind of. the screen might questionably recognize pecks as input so it might take a few tries and typos but he opens up a text to himself, venti at room 120: ]
Im
Ventyi
Thanks youi for helpping me
[ … that’ll take a while to type out and he tries to correct a few typos before giving up. bird texting can be so picky. ]
god mindtw...iplets... as they would say
she'll turn around after hearing his pecking, slowly walking over to take a look at the phone he's found himself fond of. a quick look at the screen allows her to read what's written aloud, properly, except for his name. she has a feeling it might be wrong, but she knows that her companion will correct her in time. )
It's a pleasure to finally be able to talk to you. Your singing voice as a bird is pleasant, I'm sure the same can be said about your normal one.
( whenever she'll be able to hear it. she's in no rush as she figures this will be their way of communicating, and it would be cruel to lay down when they finally made it to this method of speech. it's been a long night so far, but she wouldn't mind going a bit longer because of idle chit-chat. )
I'll work harder to help you.
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he waves a wing as if in a ‘aw, you shouldn’t!’ to the compliment, though it’s a little clear he’s pleased, even with a bird’s demeanor. music and song is important to him…! but even more than that he’s curious about her. ]
Your a goddess ofstar?
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Close, Ventyi.
( now he can't blame her for saying his name wrong when that's as how he wrote it! )
I am the goddess of voyage, adventure and guidance alongside my brother. We are often called patrons of sailors.
( as she speaks, she looks at him fondly as if this counts him too. this comes easily to her to admit, and so she continues as she does have to explain her association with the stars. it's starlight that's embedded in their weapons, and in the core of their person among other things. )
Together, we are gods of light that make up a constellation in the sky above.
( with a hand to her chest over her heart, she pulls herself up on the desk to sit next to him now so she can see the phone better. )
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and how very fitting, maybe twistedly so, for a goddess of voyage to be spirited away to this aimless cruise with a megalomaniac captain. he considers this with a thoughtful chirrup, a tilt of his head, he taps at the phone screen idly with his claws. she and her brother hmm... come to think of it, he did meet another with the presence of a god, and one he now thinks feels terribly similar to this girl, in the bar watering down his wine of all things. the brother, probably.
he pecks at the text more, seeming to try another message, then erasing it. typing can be a minor trial as a bird. ]
I am
god
exgod of windf
youre new/? [ well, she must be, he hadn't encountered her before. ] any troiuble? [ not that he supposes he can help much as he is right now, but after shifting back, surely. ]
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could she say watching a bird text to her be the highlight of her day— aside from her brother's smiling face, of course. they're just rare moments that a person hardly ever gets to see. though, some worries manage to sneak upon her expression from reading what's written.
an ex-god? that sounds terrifying, horrible, and makes her heart fall to the pit of her stomach. )
Is that what happened to you? Did someone take your divinity...
( it's still there, but perhaps that's why he's so weak. she knows that the captain has played with jenny and her brothers, hid them away from her, and so could the captain also do powers the same way? how horrible, and to see that he's lived long this for how long... stripping away what gave him the ability to protect the people around him; the essence that gods are given that offers comfort and love.
she frowns. )
I am troubled... by your circumstances.
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he gives a nod, though his demeanor doesn’t actually seem that troubled as he continues to type, ]
taken
beofre i came to ship
[ and, well. it was taken in a rather painful way, but all things considered he didn’t put up a substantial fight, he didn’t attempt to recover it, he knows vaguely who had wanted and collected it, and he’d never been a terribly active god to his people anyway. which, a lot can be said about that, but that’s just his philosophy. he was an absent god, an almost figurative one more than anything.
but since coming here he did find he wished for more power, if only he could protect or aid more than he can now.
it seems she might be more active than him. it might be what the ship needs. ]
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she doesn't know what struggles the other might have suffered in his world, and how it wears him down now, but what she does know is that she wishes she could help. she's offered him energy, it's just unfortunate that she's unable to go the extra mile in splitting her divinity because even then she begged her father. )
Shall I share my mana with you every so often?
( it's dangerous to say as servants are nothing without mana, and then without a master it'll take time before it generates back into her. she'll become weak, unable to act, but even using her powers the way she does now will tire her out if she continues to do so constantly. )
Once every two weeks to keep you stable. ( but the wind controls itself, does whatever it decides to do as it bends to nothing and around everything. even now he acts so carefree, it's almost fitting for the element that he resides over that she's almost in awe. many people have said that gods tend to act like the element they control, and she can see bits and pieces of the wind.
if she learns about him then it'll stand out more and more. )
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will be fine
justg tired
[ it might be that he tires easily, or he tends to stress nap. it might be that life on this ship is stressful and he’s been trying to deal for a good near half year. but maybe let’s try not to burden two new gods with complaints. it sure would be nice to be more reliable than this. ]
Will felebetter after I sleep [ … and why not, let’s try to send emote. ] 🕊💤
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( how much has he been through? she doesn't know the entirety, but making him speak about it after gaining a bit of strength would be cruel. she gives him one last stroke from his head to his back, before lifting her hands to settle on the table so that she can slide off. it's a good thing that they managed to share something together — ex-god and god — but somehow it still feels nice to talk to another god even if he no longer holds that title.
he is still one as long as someone believes in him, and pollux will keep him in her thoughts. )
After you rest, ( her hands press together, fingers laced side by side. ) may we can talk more?
( it's an offer so that he can sleep, and then she'll get ready for bed herself. )
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he nods, looking finally a little more content as he croons in response to the petting, then pecks once more to her hand, more fond or in gratitude than anything else. he’ll admit, this does beat drinking his ass off in a bar self-pityingly… he might have a little hope for trying to move past this.
he flutters back onto the pillow, giving a bird yawn before preening his wing and then settling his head against the puff of his chest like so. sleep. he’ll be all right after sleep. ]