#aelirus

[tapuhauko]

"..." Man.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@aelirus is doin the Hisui-Groovy:

Could anyone really be blamed for being terribly intrigued by the upstart village that had seemingly appeared one day?

Well, perhaps that was exaggeration. Even Daedra knew such a thing was nothing by fantasy. An entire place being seeming transported like magic~ She could remember when all that was there was the outer perimeter of the surrounding gate.

Now with buildings and scaffolding and many, many more people. The one in the back she could even see when she was far up on the hill, standing so tall and proud while safely nestled in its surrounding border. It was a building like she'd never seen... or atleast what she could see of it. There were still parts with structure framing around it, but atleast the cloth tarp was gone! Daedra had always wondered when the lower half of it looked like...

She supposed she could find out that afternoon.... If she ever got the courage to finally step passed the front gate and go inside.

With her hefty covered basket clutched at her front, the redhead once again too an experimental glance into the fortified treasure box that was Jubilife.

There were a surprising amount of people just.... walking around in there! And Pokemon, too! How surprising--- as she'd heard the people here didn't care for them much. It was enough to make her footing shift.

However, what she didn't see, was the gold and blue uniforms of any of the Ginkgo Guild members present. Strange... as she'd been told they'd be there today...

[windsofalola]

@aelirus

"Plenny nothing. An old abandoned mansion, nonstop rain, and high walls for keep everyone outside. No more nothing but plants and rain."

[stellartyped]

@aelirus

Stop smiling and it'll serve the same purpose.

"I don't think people are afraid of you, necessarily. I mean, you lead a Team filled with people who think you're great."

[eranthiss]

@aelirus i proffer you the Ominous Pink Thing.

There is something genuinely... horrifying behind those blood red eyes today, even as Iris smiles up at Cyrus in a... reptilian mockery of sweetness. A awful white light burning in her eyes as the air around her seems to thicken like treacle.

"Are you okay, Mister?"

It's... as if this empty public square is suddenly rammed full of people, despite the two of them being the only ones there. It's radiating off her - fear, anxiety - Rage; all a raw, unprocessed blend of human emotions synthesized into the surrounding atmosphere like so, so much pollution.

"You look a little pale."

There is no easy escape from Iris's Empathetic Projection, especially not when it's brand new, seeping into one's lungs. She tilts her head slightly, feigns concern, and ups the ante, pushing out more of that manufactured... feeling. Disgust. Boredom. There's... so much of it from absolutely nowhere, yet she seems entirely unaffected by this seeping deluge of human emotion.

[seabasins]

these job titles are so stupid. who would want to be called a gooner

[spikescream]

Piers at Rose @kaanta & Cyrus @aelirus if he knew.

[spikemuthtoothfairy]