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∆ { PRETTY LADY. }

That was as grand an entrance as any, almost dive-bombing into an innocent bystander. Or not so innocent, with how he’s not attempting to get out of her way. Gaap could easily flip over and land on her feet, evade the person entirely if she so wished. Instead of doing the obvious though, she allows herself to fall onto him.

Just like he seems to want, apparently.

This would really be the part where she’d say, shout really, ‘just joking!’ and move a few centimeters off, just enough to save them both the grief of their eventual impact. But she doesn’t, though she does turn her body a bit, so that it’s not her head meeting with his head.

And there you go. Gaap falling onto Jean’s open arms, both of them tumbling into the ground.

“I guess this is one way to say hello!” She’s laughing, surprise still present in her expression. She’s also still on top of him. “No concussions or anything? I don’t think I’d want to rush you to a hospital for that. Though I did warn you to watch out.”

∆ { “It doesn’t matter!” Jean says from underneath the tangle of limbs, the pain ricocheting around his entire being––but for the first time in a week, it’s a feeling besides cold and sadness. He embraces it fully. “I don’t care. I don’t care about anything right now except the fact that I’m not sad!” he delights in it, even laughs. “Do it again, do it again! Please!” Maybe he’ll never be sad again if she falls on him enough!

#frothinglunatic #gaapu #∆ { GAAP 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }

∆ { PENELOPE. }

“you don’t?” she looked at him with pity, placing her hands on his cheeks and sighing softly, “you poor thing.” she sighed, “technology is my saving grace.” literally, technology had saved her from a much worse spiral after her parents. “when i get my tech privileges back, i’ll teach you all about it.” she promised him. Now, after her brief breakdown, she felt much better, and could take back over he role as big sister, “have you been here a while then jean.”

∆ { “I’ve been here for about eight months,” Jean said, eyes widening as he realized it. “Eight months... and I still haven’t gotten my powers back.” He sighed. “I guess it’s never happening. At least I got my daggers.” He took them out to show them to Penelope, admiring them quietly. “I miss being able to cast Fire Bolt whenever I want, though...”

#frothinglunatic #baubabygirl #∆ { GARCIA 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }

∆ { FALLING LADY. }

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The thing about her portals were that, sometimes, she didn’t technically know where she’ll appear at unless she really knew the place. In that case, she could pinpoint a location to pop into, without issue. But in a place where she only has the smallest idea of the layout, Gaap could appear anywhere, unceremoniously falling from the sky. Of course, she could also poke her head first before falling, but the latter was boring.

Well anyway, here she is, falling headfirst from a portal, above a person innocently walking.

“Hey! Watch out!!”

∆ { The day has been horrible. The train was a little rickety and it woke Jean up very rudely, the Starbucks line was too long and Jean had gotten antsy, it was cold and not even wearing his fall straitjacket as a coat helped, and he was insanely hungry but didn’t have too much money left. It is a bad, bad day, and as the night grows closer and colder, he wishes for something to spice up his day.

And he sure as hell gets it, hearing a voice from above shriek. Jean immediately cranes his head to watch a fluffy mess of red dress and blonde curls descend, and he shrieks back in joyful Sylvan, spreading his arms. She can fall on him! That’s OK!

#frothinglunatic #gaapu #∆ { GAAP 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }

∆ { PENELOPE. }

his voice is sweet, and garcia decides she likes this stranger. he is kind and sad, and the blonde wants nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms, even as he comforts her. she sniffles, moving back and wiping her eyes, make up only slightly smudged, and offers him a small smile, “i’m sorry. i’m not susually so – sad.” she admits, “this whole place has me all twisted up though. if i’m here my babies don’t have me back home.” she knew the team was fully grown adults who could all handle themselves better than she could protect them, but it didn’t change the fact she needed to know they were okay.

“i’m penelope.” she said, offering him a much more confident smile. “thank you, for the song. you have a lovely voice.”

∆ { “I was the exact same way, Penelope,” Jean says, still hugging her tightly and patting her head. “It doesn’t get easier. But people like you don’t wallow like people like me.” He shrugs. “You can call me Jean. I’ll sing for you whenever you’d like, in Common or in Sylvan. Apparently people have told me Deep Speech sounds like a printer malfunctioning mixed with AOL dial-up. I don’t know what a printer or AOL is.”

#frothinglunatic #baubabygirl #∆ { ca thread. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { GARCIA 01. }

It's not your fault when friends leave. Sometimes circumstances get in the way. I'm sure your old friends love and miss you.

∆ { Jean stares at the anonymous person, eyes watering. “That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said to me. Thank you.”

#∆ { answered asks. }#∆ { anonymous. }#Anonymous

∆ { CRYING WOMAN. }

she looks at him. he looks younger than he probably is, and has an air about him that reminds her of spencer – like he needed someone to protect him, even if he could do it on his own. but she is sad, and his words seem to tip her over into bursting into tears, make up running a bit as she turns, wrapping her arms around the stranger and bawling into his shoulder. not typically so emotional, this had been a tough week and she so desperately missed her team and ehr home and her small fluffy creatures.

∆ { Jean wastes no time in turning to hold her, rubbing her back like his mother used to do with him when he was young and sobbing. Now is his time to comfort. He sings a fey lullaby, loudly at first and then growing quieter as he decides this melody is only for the sad––just like his seat on the bench.

PERFORMANCE CHECK: 20 (16 + 4)

Líonann tú mo chuid céadfaí Cosúil le hoíche san fhoraois. Cosúil le sliabh san earrach, Cosúil le siúl sa bháisteach. Cosúil le stoirm sa bhfásach, Cosúil le farraige gorm codlata. Líonann tú mo chuid céadfaí; Tar líon isteach arís.

#frothinglunatic #baubabygirl #∆ { GARCIA 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }#translate the lyrics :3c #that song always hurts me

∆ { SAD MAN. }

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Being literally on your own in a foreign, overpopulated city whose citizens didn’t recognize you came with way too many disadvantages. Touma was penniless, without proper connections, and was barely hanging on by a thread. The only success he’d had was finding his apartment and learning he at least wouldn’t be alone there.

“They actually stick people here and expect them to rebuild a normal life. That sounds stupidly meaningless, I had a life back home! Isn’t there a way out of here!?”

∆ { “We all did,” Jean says flatly. “We all had lives, family, friends––and they were all taken away from us. They’ll take away the friends you make here, too. Nothing matters to those scientists. And there’s nothing to be done about it except cry a bit and then move on.” He’s had to learn that firsthand. And it had hurt a lot. But he’s accepted his lot in this town and he was going to try to make the most of it.

He quietly pushes a croissant he’d purchased earlier into the man’s hands. “Food is good for sadness. Here.” He gives him a smile, and it’s actually got some genuine happiness and comfort in it for once.

#frothinglunatic #revengeiisms #∆ { ca thread. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { TOUMA 01. }

∆ { FLUFFY BOY. }

Continued from here.

FUNNY. to think that he was referencing the works of himself and his comrades in third-person, as if he were a suspect held in custody yet again. still, he continued the conversation, as open-ended and wide-eyed as a bystander would be. he was use to playing the fool.

‘ perhaps it was magic, but i can’t wrap my mind around how this could be, ’ akira let loose a small cough, soon continuing. ‘ in your world, would you say that this phenomenon is commonplace? ’

∆ { “Oh, yes, it absolutely is. It doesn’t take very much magical studying or innate power to cast Charm Person in my world; it’s a simple first-level spell,” Jean says. “Many monsters can also charm people to do their bidding, like vampires and sirens. It’s horrible and frightening, fluffy boy! Be thankful you’re not from the Forgotten Realms!” Then why is your voice so chipper, Jean?

#frothinglunatic #jookaa #∆ { AKIRA 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }#i love this stupid stupid man and i'm sorry this took so long

∆ { BOY. }

“We are all subjected to the whim of the scientists. This might sound harsh but, you aren’t special enough to be targeted specifically. None of us are. Just think of it as….random chaos.”

∆ { “Well, I hATE IT!” Jean screams and kicks a stray can, hurling a Fire Bolt at it after a moment or two. Tears leak from his eyes and wander down his cheeks. “I don’t care if it’s random, it hurts me! Too much here hurts me!” He plops down on the ground.

“I just wanna have a friend who doesn’t leave me after two days.”

#frothinglunatic #tiredsasukeboy #∆ { SASUKE 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }

∆ { BLONDE GIRL. }

garica wasn’t in the mood to be her happy, bubbly self today. this was lonely and stressful and sad. she didn’t want to be here. she was all for making sad things better, but it was hard when she felt so alone without her team or her friends here. “you can sit.” she said to the person nearby, turning brown eyes towards him – eyes that water sightly, even if she didn’t want them to. what she wouldn’t give to have derek or emily or jj or hotch or spencer or rossi or – anyone. someone who could make her feel better.

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∆ { “That’s my seat on the bench,” Jean says quietly. He always sits here every day without fail. This park is his; it’s one of the few places he feels comfortable. But this woman is just as sad as he is... and so he acquiesces. “You can sit there, though. It’s a seat for the sad. You look sad today,” he tells her with sympathy in his voice. He sits beside her and curls up into a ball. “Sitting like this helps. Trust me. I do it all the time.”

#frothinglunatic #baubabygirl #∆ { GARCIA 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }

∆ { “Why do I keep losing all of my friends? Is... is it me?” Jean asks the open air, tearful and despondent. First Busto, now Peridot...

#frothinglunatic #ca open #ca mini #∆ { ca mini. }#∆ { mini threads. }

A small parcel is left outside the door, by a ‘Secret Santa’ who was either too busy or too uneasy to deliver a gift in person to a stranger.

Inside, one would find an ornamental tantou. The blade is dull, suggesting it was sold as an artifact rather than a weapon, but it is of genuine make and could easily be sharpened again if that was what the recipient wanted.

Attached is a note:

“Hello,

Hopefully this gift reaches you well. In Japan, this was known as a mamori-gatana: a shortsword said to bring protection and good fortune to the one who carries it. They were typically gifted to the children of samurai in this one’s time, but it would not be rare to see people carry a tantou into battle with them alongside their proper weapons.

In this city, every day is a battle; we could all do with a little bit of extra luck. It serves equally well as an accessory or a weapon, so it is up to you how you use it.

Enjoy your holidays.

Sincerely,

A Friend”

∆ { At first, Jean is highly suspicious. What if this weapon is cursed? What if it’s blessed?! Who sent it to him!? He unwittingly clutches it close to him... and finds no ill effect.

At the very least, it’s pretty. He likes its shape, the make of it, the way it feels in his hands. He can stab someone with it if he wants. That’s always good.

“Thank you, friend!” he calls to the open air, quite pleased with his gift after all.

#citta secret santa 2017 #frothinglunatic #headphonehitokiri #THANK YOU! he loves it #submission

∆ { MAN. }

“ Sometimes it REALLY feels like all the violence in this city comes from me. C’mon guys, start killin eachother.”

∆ { “Well, every time I think to do so, I realize that the gods of the cosmos will only get louder and louder and they’ll burst my eardrums from the inside.” Jean, don’t pout like that.

#frothinglunatic #tortorem #∆ { YAMORI 01. }#∆ { threads. }#∆ { ca thread. }

∆ { YOU BETTER WATCH OUT BECAUSE THEY’LL KILL YOU. }

Rogue jumps backward, hands reflexively up and ready for surrender or self-defense, whichever may be necessary. “Whoa, whoa, I was just-” He continues his tirade before she can finish, and oh, that’s fire. That is definitely fire, her best guess now is that he’s a mutant but she can’t be sure. It seems she’s made a rather large mistake. Well, fuck.

“Listen, I - I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you lived here! I’m not used to people living on trains-” though she’s lived in weirder places herself- “and I thought you might be missing your stop. Sorry to interrupt your dream, I - damn, I messed up…”

She’s not dumb enough to take her eyes off the guy, not when he’s burning like this, but she does turn her head and look sidelong at him, too humiliated to continue.

∆ { He curls up even more, the fires dimming down. She seems apologetic, as she should be, but she won’t look at him directly, which makes him a little mad. “You did mess up, but I forgive you. I don’t get off the train––I live here because they can’t watch me from here. If you’re in their little homes, they’ll be able to watch you and control everything around you and that’s the worst. Nobody controls me! I control me!” he says with fervor. “I’m not a chewtoy anymore! I refuse to be.”

He adjusts his “blankets” and huffs, the fire gone just about completely now. “Don’t let them control you. Don’t let them hurt you like they hurt me. They took my Busto from me. They took my friends because they wanna break me. I’m not letting them.” He curls up enough to hide the fact that his milky white eyes water.

#frothinglunatic #portalante #∆ { MARJI 01. }#ca threads #∆ { ca thread. }#sorry for the wait; school is DUMB AS FUCK #but I'M FREEEEEEE

∆ { BLUE BOY. }

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Inumuta had not come here to socialize in the slightest, and had zero issues being a ‘wallflower’ when it suited him and his dates were otherwise entertained. He could just play on his watch, looking at the layout of the literal palace they were in. It was pretty vast, plenty of dark corners for skulking or kissing. Or both.

Green eyes shot up in annoyance once someone invaded his personal space. Who knew how long it had taken him to notice without the reflection of the world around him on his glasses?

“…Can I help you?”

∆ { “Oh!” Jean had gotten too close, yet again. “No, you can’t. But I just wanted to take a better look at your hair, blue boy.” There were so many people in this city and at this ball! All of them looked so different and strange; it was delightful to a freak like himself. He’d put on his best straitjacket, combed what scraggy hair he’d had after a shower, used some sample perfume at the CVS, and taken the long trek down to the station and District Mu. The perfume had mostly worn off by now, and he still trembled from the cold, but at least there was no snow in here.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. I tend to do that on accident. But you look so wonderful! I wish I had your hair. It looks as soft as feathers,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch it, but only letting himself get halfway there. Nobody liked when he touched their hair, this he knew––but it was so hard to restrain himself! “Can I touch it?”

#frothinglunatic #technopup #ca winter ball 2017 #∆ { INUMUTA 01. }#∆ { threads. }#ca event #∆ { ca event. }#∆ { ca thread. }#sorry this took fucking AGES #school kicked my ass

hey, guys! sorry about the silence. i’m comin up on finals as well as the end of the semester, so i’ll have more time in juuuuust a couple of days! this goes for all my other blogs, too.

#∆ { ooc. }

∆ { “They... they want me there?” Jean cocks his head, confused. “That’s––nobody’s ever wanted me anywhere.” He decides to go to the laundromat and clean up his best straitjacket.

#∆ { submissions. }#citta related #submission #∆ { ooc. }

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