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come_sailaway2022-08-29 12:25 am
wimdy) wrote in come_sailaway2022-08-29 12:25 am
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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) ]
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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. ]