Welcome to the vineyard! It's a bit chaotic out here, so be wary o' gettin' lost in the grapevines, but stick close to me and y'should be alright. It's simple 'round here, nice n'peaceful, n'so long's you ain't gonna go n'disturb everythin', we'll get along just fine.
I'm Airen, by the way, though everyone jus' calls me Bellamy. I take care of the vines 'til I hand the harvest off to the sophisticated wine-makin' folks up the valley.
You's prolly jus' gonna find me wanderin' about the rows, but holler and I'll find ya soon 'nuff. Watch out for critters an' I hope ya enjoy your time here! Stay as long as you like.
heyyo, the name's lark! (help what do you put here uhh)
no nsfw, lightly suggestive stuff and shipping are fine
this blog may contain some horror and stuff, anything potentially triggering will be tagged as such
feel free to interact, tag me, and send asks, etc.! officially a part of the hermit mailbox ask universe but I love to rp and will do so with anyone, including from other fandoms (we don't gatekeep here /lighthearted) :D
heavily connected to @twhnn, all other affiliations are here
[Bellamy sighed, chewing on the corner of her lip- she wished she had a piece of straw instead- as he strolled down one of the many shopping district roads. He'd never quite grow accustomed to just how large this server was, nor the wealth of its residents, and had yet to find her place in it.]
[Perhaps opening a shop of her own might've been a good place to start- but then again, there was the whole business with the permits, and he doubted he could built anything up to par with the other players anyway.]
[So instead he simply wandered around, shoulders slowly dropping, getting lost in her thoughts, until he found a nice place to sit and layed back to stare at the sky above him.]
@airen-bellamy
[he stocking his shops again- or wishing he could, staring blankly at the nearly full chest of stock in his igloo shop. Nobody really wants anything here, huh?]
[he leaves the shop, heading towards the hourglass to stock there when he notices someone sitting in the sun. He hadn’t seen that person before, meaning it was someone new he could introduce himself to! He approaches them, standing in front of them with a smile]
[Bellamy looks up with a start, tilting his hat back to see Skizz properly.]
I'd say I'm a bit of a recluse, sir. Don't leave the house much.
[She's so much stiffer- anxious- than she'd like. She wished for the days she knew anybody and everybody. Smiled easily. He smiled a bit now, but it wasn't all-too-joyfully.]
[She rose to her feet and stuck out a callused hand.]
Should introduce myself properly, shouldn't I? M'Bellamy. Well, Airen, really, but nobody's called me that in awhile.
[ The man called out. He looked like Cain, just... without the weird unnerving features. ]
- @eyesremain
{There's a shift in the void- the movement of stars hardly noticeable, yet enough to catch the eye- and then a crackle, a broken scream of noise-}
{Twhnn tries to make something understandable out of the code they once used to be, the mess of broken memories and pieces- it's far more difficult than it has any right to be, but they manage, and then they stand before the man in a humanoid form of static.}
...right. a field, jeez. that's helpful. too bad bellamy's not here. uhm...
{Twhnn sighs and tries to figure out what on earth they're supposed to do right now- somehow Not-Cain (which is a whole different issue) has gotten to the void. The thing known to be actively harmful towards players. Great.}
you didn't see, i dunno, eyes? or anything like that? or magic, or a portal- just, instantly appeared here?
nah, s'alright. things tend to be pretty confusing 'round here anyways. isn't exactly your fault. only problem is, i'm already stuck here- have been for awhile- so i don't really think I'm gonna be able to help you get out either.
{Twhnn shrugs helplessly, form fizzling and glitching for a moment before they pull themselves together again. They do have someone they could ask for- but that's last-resorts territory.]
{Twhnn lets out a careful breath, a habit they've never managed to break. Uncertainty and scattered confusion twists inside of them, threatening to pull them apart again- but they've someone else here now, someone depending on them, and they can't fall apart. It's strangely grounding.}
hey, breathe, breathe, okay? you'll be alright, it'll be alright, promise. worst case scenario, you end up like me, and i'm just fine, right?
{They attempt to joke. They're not the greatest at it.}
{Twhnn reaches Not-Cain- hesitates- fumbles. They're not helping, their appearance isn't helping- he mention eyes, and now he's in the void, it's gotta be the watchers- they're too similar to a watcher themself- they don't know what to do. What helped Bellamy, before?}
hey- hey, look at me, breathe. you didn't do anything wrong, it's the them fuckin' with you, alright? they do that. you'll be okay.
"I don't know what to do-- I've been so faithful to it. I think it hates me. I can't be okay-- Is everything I worked for, everything I've done for it, does it mean nothing?"
[ His head shot up suddenly, looking behind himself. He stared at nothing in utter silence for a moment or two. ]
{Twhnn grimaces, a strange contortion like a nebula swirling. They stay still and respect the strange quiet suddenly fallen over the two, until they break it with a question like a pin drop in a silent theater, invisible thousands holding their breath-}
that's alright. it's a normal response, yeah? think so anyways.
{They shake their head, a bit disappointed in how reliably unreliable their memory is.}
whatever. would it help- i've got a sorta- {They interrupt themself with a huff.} i know somebody who's a player; i can probably call them over here. d'you think that might help?
{With a broken rip- the sound of a glass shattering on hard time after too many bitter words shouted without meaning- Twhnn disappeared, the void swallowing them whole. Nothing was left in their wake- nothing but empty, lonesome void and the faux stars that speckled it.}
[In near the same instance, a strangely-normal looking figure flickered as he settled into the void, looking for all the world like some oblivious farmer that now found herself in a veritable hellscape that was about to kill anyone who step foot in it.]
[With a quirk of her lips in a tired half-smile, Bellamy glanced up and down Arthur, withholding a sigh at the situation Twhnn had put them in this time. If only they'd ever tell him what was going on.]
Lost, right? Gotta getcha back to the server or summat?
[Bellamy catches Author's eye and smiles warmly- a real smile this time, not one burdened by future her's mistakes.]
Sorry, that was right rude a'me, wasn't it. [He offers a gentle, calloused hand to shake.] I'm Bellamy. Think'a Twhnn but if they hadn't been trapped in the void for an eternity. Or them but responsible, [she jokes, trying to ease the tension.]
Eh. Y'could say it's me. A proxy or summat like that- me but not. I dunno. S'all weird complicated watcher stuff that I never really understood properly.
Guess the situation's that Twhnn's finally got sick o'the void again and has gotten over their ego enough to ask for some help or somethin'. I dunno how to help get them out and they're mighty more coherent than they were a fortnight ago but you're a watcher of sorts so I guess I figured you might be able to lend a land.
[ The man called out. He looked like Cain, just... without the weird unnerving features. ]
- @eyesremain
{There's a shift in the void- the movement of stars hardly noticeable, yet enough to catch the eye- and then a crackle, a broken scream of noise-}
{Twhnn tries to make something understandable out of the code they once used to be, the mess of broken memories and pieces- it's far more difficult than it has any right to be, but they manage, and then they stand before the man in a humanoid form of static.}
...right. a field, jeez. that's helpful. too bad bellamy's not here. uhm...
{Twhnn sighs and tries to figure out what on earth they're supposed to do right now- somehow Not-Cain (which is a whole different issue) has gotten to the void. The thing known to be actively harmful towards players. Great.}
you didn't see, i dunno, eyes? or anything like that? or magic, or a portal- just, instantly appeared here?
nah, s'alright. things tend to be pretty confusing 'round here anyways. isn't exactly your fault. only problem is, i'm already stuck here- have been for awhile- so i don't really think I'm gonna be able to help you get out either.
{Twhnn shrugs helplessly, form fizzling and glitching for a moment before they pull themselves together again. They do have someone they could ask for- but that's last-resorts territory.]
{Twhnn lets out a careful breath, a habit they've never managed to break. Uncertainty and scattered confusion twists inside of them, threatening to pull them apart again- but they've someone else here now, someone depending on them, and they can't fall apart. It's strangely grounding.}
hey, breathe, breathe, okay? you'll be alright, it'll be alright, promise. worst case scenario, you end up like me, and i'm just fine, right?
{They attempt to joke. They're not the greatest at it.}
{Twhnn reaches Not-Cain- hesitates- fumbles. They're not helping, their appearance isn't helping- he mention eyes, and now he's in the void, it's gotta be the watchers- they're too similar to a watcher themself- they don't know what to do. What helped Bellamy, before?}
hey- hey, look at me, breathe. you didn't do anything wrong, it's the them fuckin' with you, alright? they do that. you'll be okay.
"I don't know what to do-- I've been so faithful to it. I think it hates me. I can't be okay-- Is everything I worked for, everything I've done for it, does it mean nothing?"
[ His head shot up suddenly, looking behind himself. He stared at nothing in utter silence for a moment or two. ]
{Twhnn grimaces, a strange contortion like a nebula swirling. They stay still and respect the strange quiet suddenly fallen over the two, until they break it with a question like a pin drop in a silent theater, invisible thousands holding their breath-}
that's alright. it's a normal response, yeah? think so anyways.
{They shake their head, a bit disappointed in how reliably unreliable their memory is.}
whatever. would it help- i've got a sorta- {They interrupt themself with a huff.} i know somebody who's a player; i can probably call them over here. d'you think that might help?
{With a broken rip- the sound of a glass shattering on hard time after too many bitter words shouted without meaning- Twhnn disappeared, the void swallowing them whole. Nothing was left in their wake- nothing but empty, lonesome void and the faux stars that speckled it.}
[In near the same instance, a strangely-normal looking figure flickered as he settled into the void, looking for all the world like some oblivious farmer that now found herself in a veritable hellscape that was about to kill anyone who step foot in it.]
[With a quirk of her lips in a tired half-smile, Bellamy glanced up and down Arthur, withholding a sigh at the situation Twhnn had put them in this time. If only they'd ever tell him what was going on.]
Lost, right? Gotta getcha back to the server or summat?
You don't suppose it might be time t'getcha outta there? I know you ain't havin' fun or nothin' like that. And mopin' about sure ain't gonna help, neither.
C'mon. Let it out. I'm right here, it's alright. You gotta getcha anger out one way or anotha, and it ain't as if the lad himself is here for you t'punch. Might as well be me.
You don't suppose it might be time t'getcha outta there? I know you ain't havin' fun or nothin' like that. And mopin' about sure ain't gonna help, neither.
C'mon. Let it out. I'm right here, it's alright. You gotta getcha anger out one way or anotha, and it ain't as if the lad himself is here for you t'punch. Might as well be me.
You don't suppose it might be time t'getcha outta there? I know you ain't havin' fun or nothin' like that. And mopin' about sure ain't gonna help, neither.
C'mon. Let it out. I'm right here, it's alright. You gotta getcha anger out one way or anotha, and it ain't as if the lad himself is here for you t'punch. Might as well be me.
You don't suppose it might be time t'getcha outta there? I know you ain't havin' fun or nothin' like that. And mopin' about sure ain't gonna help, neither.
You don't suppose it might be time t'getcha outta there? I know you ain't havin' fun or nothin' like that. And mopin' about sure ain't gonna help, neither.
[Landing outside the office with the dull thud of their boots upon concrete, Bellamy doffs his elytra- he didn't know how fun flying could be- and looks up at the rather intimidating building. She'd never been there before but heard from somebody or other that you needed a permit in order to sell stuff. While he had no idea how permits worked, she figured she'd work it out easy enough.]
[With a quick adjustment of his fraying straw hat- though he'd never admit it, he was a bit nervous with all this fancy political-like hooey balooey- she ducked inside the office and approached the counters with a quick smile, tapping a rapid beat against the surface in her anxiety.]
Holla, there! [he said as cheerfully as he could manage.] Heard I needed a permit or summat t'sell stuff. Think y'might be able t'help me?
@airen-bellamy
they looked up, sighing and grabbing a big ass book from under their desk, flipping through it before landing on a specific page and reading through it.
“ok just need you to fill out these forms,”
they hand them a few papers stapled together at the top
[Bellamy smiles for a moment and takes the offered papers with a smile and quick 'thank you', though her face falls a bit as she rifles through the pages.]
Mind, ah, explaining any o'this to me? Seems a bit... complicated for my understanding. No problem if you can't, a'course- but I'd sure 'preciate it.
[He's no less than baffled by the form, and have no idea where to start with any of the strange requests.]
Huh, [he ponders, questioning if she knew anybody named Charles. Not that he recalled, unfortunately, so the answer left behind more questions than it answered. She wished she had something to chew on, feeling fidgety and bored as she bit at the inside of her cheek.]
Does Charles work here too? Family business sorta thing?
[Bellamy's eyes narrow just a bit. How could they think they're the only one there? Just seems a little strange, is all. The entire office is strange- though he doesn't have a good idea of what offices are meant to look like anyways, so it could just be her trembling unease affecting her thoughts.]
Really? Didn't wantcha around? [He hums softly. Siblings can be such asses. She glances at Bunni, still rummaging about, and manages as comforting a smile he can.] Seems like you're doin' a good enough job on your own, though.
[Bellamy idly watches him search through the binder and everything, strangely at peace compared to how anxious and fidgety she was when first arriving. Mostly he's just glad that he was able to make Bunni smile- making people happy always sorta made her happy. She'd been alone for too long not to enjoy good company.]
[She whistles softly at the sight of the binder.] Jeez, ain't that a lotta papers. I'd go crosseyed trying to understand any o' that.
[Landing outside the office with the dull thud of their boots upon concrete, Bellamy doffs his elytra- he didn't know how fun flying could be- and looks up at the rather intimidating building. She'd never been there before but heard from somebody or other that you needed a permit in order to sell stuff. While he had no idea how permits worked, she figured she'd work it out easy enough.]
[With a quick adjustment of his fraying straw hat- though he'd never admit it, he was a bit nervous with all this fancy political-like hooey balooey- she ducked inside the office and approached the counters with a quick smile, tapping a rapid beat against the surface in her anxiety.]
Holla, there! [he said as cheerfully as he could manage.] Heard I needed a permit or summat t'sell stuff. Think y'might be able t'help me?
@airen-bellamy
they looked up, sighing and grabbing a big ass book from under their desk, flipping through it before landing on a specific page and reading through it.
“ok just need you to fill out these forms,”
they hand them a few papers stapled together at the top
[Bellamy smiles for a moment and takes the offered papers with a smile and quick 'thank you', though her face falls a bit as she rifles through the pages.]
Mind, ah, explaining any o'this to me? Seems a bit... complicated for my understanding. No problem if you can't, a'course- but I'd sure 'preciate it.
[He's no less than baffled by the form, and have no idea where to start with any of the strange requests.]
Huh, [he ponders, questioning if she knew anybody named Charles. Not that he recalled, unfortunately, so the answer left behind more questions than it answered. She wished she had something to chew on, feeling fidgety and bored as she bit at the inside of her cheek.]
Does Charles work here too? Family business sorta thing?
[Bellamy's eyes narrow just a bit. How could they think they're the only one there? Just seems a little strange, is all. The entire office is strange- though he doesn't have a good idea of what offices are meant to look like anyways, so it could just be her trembling unease affecting her thoughts.]
Really? Didn't wantcha around? [He hums softly. Siblings can be such asses. She glances at Bunni, still rummaging about, and manages as comforting a smile he can.] Seems like you're doin' a good enough job on your own, though.
[Landing outside the office with the dull thud of their boots upon concrete, Bellamy doffs his elytra- he didn't know how fun flying could be- and looks up at the rather intimidating building. She'd never been there before but heard from somebody or other that you needed a permit in order to sell stuff. While he had no idea how permits worked, she figured she'd work it out easy enough.]
[With a quick adjustment of his fraying straw hat- though he'd never admit it, he was a bit nervous with all this fancy political-like hooey balooey- she ducked inside the office and approached the counters with a quick smile, tapping a rapid beat against the surface in her anxiety.]
Holla, there! [he said as cheerfully as he could manage.] Heard I needed a permit or summat t'sell stuff. Think y'might be able t'help me?
@airen-bellamy
they looked up, sighing and grabbing a big ass book from under their desk, flipping through it before landing on a specific page and reading through it.
“ok just need you to fill out these forms,”
they hand them a few papers stapled together at the top
[Bellamy smiles for a moment and takes the offered papers with a smile and quick 'thank you', though her face falls a bit as she rifles through the pages.]
Mind, ah, explaining any o'this to me? Seems a bit... complicated for my understanding. No problem if you can't, a'course- but I'd sure 'preciate it.
[He's no less than baffled by the form, and have no idea where to start with any of the strange requests.]
Huh, [he ponders, questioning if she knew anybody named Charles. Not that he recalled, unfortunately, so the answer left behind more questions than it answered. She wished she had something to chew on, feeling fidgety and bored as she bit at the inside of her cheek.]
Does Charles work here too? Family business sorta thing?
[Landing outside the office with the dull thud of their boots upon concrete, Bellamy doffs his elytra- he didn't know how fun flying could be- and looks up at the rather intimidating building. She'd never been there before but heard from somebody or other that you needed a permit in order to sell stuff. While he had no idea how permits worked, she figured she'd work it out easy enough.]
[With a quick adjustment of his fraying straw hat- though he'd never admit it, he was a bit nervous with all this fancy political-like hooey balooey- she ducked inside the office and approached the counters with a quick smile, tapping a rapid beat against the surface in her anxiety.]
Holla, there! [he said as cheerfully as he could manage.] Heard I needed a permit or summat t'sell stuff. Think y'might be able t'help me?
@airen-bellamy
they looked up, sighing and grabbing a big ass book from under their desk, flipping through it before landing on a specific page and reading through it.
“ok just need you to fill out these forms,”
they hand them a few papers stapled together at the top
[Bellamy smiles for a moment and takes the offered papers with a smile and quick 'thank you', though her face falls a bit as she rifles through the pages.]
Mind, ah, explaining any o'this to me? Seems a bit... complicated for my understanding. No problem if you can't, a'course- but I'd sure 'preciate it.
[He's no less than baffled by the form, and have no idea where to start with any of the strange requests.]
[Landing outside the office with the dull thud of their boots upon concrete, Bellamy doffs his elytra- he didn't know how fun flying could be- and looks up at the rather intimidating building. She'd never been there before but heard from somebody or other that you needed a permit in order to sell stuff. While he had no idea how permits worked, she figured she'd work it out easy enough.]
[With a quick adjustment of his fraying straw hat- though he'd never admit it, he was a bit nervous with all this fancy political-like hooey balooey- she ducked inside the office and approached the counters with a quick smile, tapping a rapid beat against the surface in her anxiety.]
Holla, there! [he said as cheerfully as he could manage.] Heard I needed a permit or summat t'sell stuff. Think y'might be able t'help me?
@airen-bellamy
they looked up, sighing and grabbing a big ass book from under their desk, flipping through it before landing on a specific page and reading through it.
“ok just need you to fill out these forms,”
they hand them a few papers stapled together at the top
[Bellamy smiles for a moment and takes the offered papers with a smile and quick 'thank you', though her face falls a bit as she rifles through the pages.]
Mind, ah, explaining any o'this to me? Seems a bit... complicated for my understanding. No problem if you can't, a'course- but I'd sure 'preciate it.
[He's no less than baffled by the form, and have no idea where to start with any of the strange requests.]
