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[sheeporbeef]

Feeling Blue? (Closed - Cornflower Sapphire)

(starter for @moonlitlady​ ) With the apartment now set up a little better - so Molly didn’t have to watch on on these ‘impromptu’ psychology meetings if she did not wish to, after all she no doubt would prefer to respect other folk’s privacy when they came here - with a little folding screen that blocked out noise and view set on the side of the room that led to the bedrooms opened when he had the appointments, a knock at the door alerted him. Ah! Someone had already come to visit due to the added onslaught of forms he had put up? Even if he couldn’t help them when they were stuck there, at least he could do something now, so he smiled at the thought...then put on his serious work face. Time to go professional psychologist mode - though as he opened the door to let his newest ‘customer’ in, a small degree of surprise did flicker past his serious composure at how blue the stranger that was standing in front of him was. Huh. Well, he’d seen stranger with being of a world of Epithets, so his serious face swiftly overcame that minor surprise. “Please, do come in...have a seat. I’ve made some tea to assist with any clients - there’s all sorts of different blends on the table. I’ve found tea really does soothe the nerves and helps a client feel safe and secure...”

[stellavirdis]

Sometimes it is better to forget (Closed - Aya)

( @crimsonshouts ) It starts with a vicious rumbling that makes Klug startle a moment, worried that perhaps his Tectonic spell was in affect - but no, he never remembered USING it to begin with, so he’s not the one behind this at all - he barely even has time to get out of his shop and hang a ‘closed due to disaster’ sign over it before the earth tears asunder with crimson flames and explosions that echo booming through the entire city: the booming explosion made him fall to his feet, hands over his ears. No, wait, that wasn’t an echo of the explosion. His head - it was hurting really badly, like there’d been an explosion there too - and then, like a sharp firecracker going off, he remembered. He remembered...everything, how he’d been such a horrible person and acted like a big jerk just for the sake of ‘surpassing’ his mentor, Lemres...how could he have forgotten about Lemres? Yet...in the end, what had chasing after that gotten him? Chasing to surpass him and become the best comet mage? He....really did act like such a horrid person just for the sake of surpassing him-and in the end, it wasn't worth it.With that memory gone and acting differently, kinder because of it...everyone liked him more. Even....Aya had liked him more, and he wished he never had to remember it at all. ...wait. No....AYA. A dawning, horrid realisation hit him as he shook and sobbed, cutting the tears short and him to reel in horror. If....if he remembered everything now, then aya....aya....oh no. He couldn’t sit here and feel ashamed of himself, disgusted at himself right now - if Aya remembered, too, then he was going through something far worse, and he had to find him and support him. The ‘other world’ was not his priority, and the shaky comet mage forced himself to his feet and ran, looking for Aya...

[soupervillian]

Do Androids dream of Soup? (Closed - 9S)

( closed starter for @n0nesse​ ) With some of that rubble out of everyone’s way - as much as he’d been able to move anyway - Giovanni was in high spirits, whistling a merry tune to himself and full of energy - but there totally had to be more he could do for Beartrap’s place while he was here, just helping remove the rubble seemed like something ANYONE could do, and HE was the GREAT GIOVANNI! RULER OF SUPER VILLANY AND AMAZINGLY BAD DUDE ALL AROUND! Taking a good look at people who had stayed in the city, it seemed like a lot of them were pretty upset. Hm, hm!! Well, it seemed like emotional support was pretty important, and he’d learnt the nerd - while he was here too - was stressed out as much as Beartrap about things being like this, so he’d take up the emotional BRO support in his stead! BY BEING THE MOST SUPER BOY LIFTER IMAGINABLE!! So it was that he’d set up a little table with bowls and a big pot, his dragon chirping on the side and ready with a spoon to serve - the table having a sign saying ‘FREE SOUP AND HELPING HAND TO ANYONE WHO NEEDS IT’ in big, childish pink marker writing. Oh, here came someone now - whoa! “Wow, how can you SEE past that big ol’ blindfold like that? You must have some pretty awesome sight power Epithet or SOMETHING...uh, but anyway. Do you and your lil’ buddy wish to try my AMAZING SOUP? I reckoned it was a nice way to help Koi folk other than re-building where I can help with, haha!” Well....Giovanni certainly was blunt, what with how he’d asked so bluntly about the blindfold, but it was evident he still meant well and was sincere about listening if the other had stuff to get off their chest.

[munenokodou-archived-blog]

There was something that felt so... So wrong about that article. The sense of impending dread every time the pendant hit the light and shone into his eyes. He shouldn’t feel so strongly, and really, Ai wasn’t sure what this feeling even WAS.

He knew he hated it, though. That it made him feel disgusting. Gross, disgusting, and he needed to be rid of it.

How though? How was he supposed to get rid of the feeling he couldn’t even name?

The pendant was the cause, it was when it reared its ugly head every single time. He was fine until it was around. So... If it wasn’t around, would he be fine again?

The only way to tell was to hide it out of sight and out of mind for himself, somewhere where Reiji wouldn’t bring it back out again. Slipping the chain and pendant from the table into a compartment in his own bedroom, he could finally breathe easily without that weight on his chest.

He just hadn’t factored in Reiji’s response.

@no-youwaku

[sagelyadvice]

Tomely Reminder (Closed-  Sylvia)

Looking for a moment at the tomes that he’d been allowed to bring with him: Laurent couldn’t help but frown at noting some of his prized collection of harmless tomes was gone! A scandal...at very least, he’d managed to keep his tiny rainbow tome, but still, he’d put so much effort into collecting those so they’d cheer up his friends. Now he was back to a meager sum again: but on the positive side of it, he may find even more wonderously useless tomes here if he looked.

Now...where exactly would you find tomes like that? Perhaps someone who’d been in this realm longer than he had may know, but how to go making sure they knew what magical tomes were was the main question that needed to be solved with that. He didn’t want to startle anyone unnecessarily, so sat in thought outside the ‘Chamomile castles’ (he supposed he should call it ‘apartment’ and not a ‘castle’, but he still found the word so confusing to use!! gosh) with his tome.

He amused himself while he waited to try and think it over by mumbling the rainbow tome’s incantation to himself, letting the tiny hand-sized rainbow appear in his hand - if anyone came close to him, he could smack his hands together and hide the spell easily, after all.

[sheeporbeef]

Of Water and Land (Closed - Vanna)

( closed mini event starter for @inkyhearted ) When he’d seen the explosions of fire and rubble in the city - in honestly, his thoughts had gone right to Molly, to making sure she was alright because he KNEW full well fire and such awful things like this would only remind her of a deep fear, something she’d had to go through that had left lasting trauma long ago - so his thoughts had not been on Koi. This happening with hardly ANY break after the events of so many dying at the underwater mess? Was it any wonder everyone wouldn’t take it well? The fixing of things was not his expertise, he felt that with everyone - and his best friend - likely panicking and running to the ‘safer’ of the two worlds, as a psychologist he should follow everyone there to be of better use. After all, he wasn’t exactly going to be helpful in the terms of rebuilding what had been damaged back at Koi: though ‘dragons’ being actually real and not things only spoken of in stories was a surprise. Well, who was he to judge what was ‘strange’ or not, people could call his own Epithet strange. Speaking of that, he was currently sitting down in the library area of the ‘school’, watching to see how introducing his sheep to the dragon who was also going to be a friend like his sheep  - would go. He’d been a little worried at first, but the gold-colored dragon seemed....to be telling jokes, making little chirps that the sheep gave baa-ing laughter at? ...That reminded him of his uncle a little. It was a little comforting. Though, it seemed he and his sheep and dragon weren’t alone, because he saw a strange individual near the books as well - were they watching, or just there to try and read? “Hello...? Me and my sheep don’t mean any harm, and neither does DreamWeaver, my dragon friend. I can’t see you really well from there, it’s okay to not hide!”

[soupervillian]

Lucky (or Unlucky) Number 13! (Closed- Adrian)

( closed starter for @agresteicon​ ) With his most important and precious of minions besides the NERD calmed, Giovanni had decided to head back out to the city once more: with the city Molly considered home such a mess, he wanted to support his BOYS in giving them a safe and welcoming environment where they could be the best they could be! Molly couldn’t do that if everything was on fire and wrecked, so he’d lend his AWESOME powers to the cause! His dragon following suit, it didn’t take long to find one of the many destroyed buildings - first thing first, was to remove the rubble and destroyed foundation so that those in charge had empty space to re-build! Grinning, the pink-haired bad guy wound himself up once he’d found a large and heavy enough stick that could stand in for his poor soul slugger bat, narrating his moves like an umpire. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN, WE’RE COMING TO SEE AN AMAZING SIGHT ON THE FIELD TODAY, FOLKS! COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM...uh....WHATEVER THIS CITY’S CALLED, THE STAR HITTER OF NEW JAZZ, GIOVANNI THE MAGNIFICENT!! WOOO!” Flesh-Render, getting into this, made little chirping noises and cheered him on. Spurred on by his minions encouragement, his hammy nature continued. “HE’S GONNA HIT SOME REAL HOME RUNS TODAY, FOLKS! WATCH AS THE OBNOXIOUS ROCKY RUBBLE VANISHES INTO OUTTA-THE-PARK TERRITORY!!” Flesh-Render squeaked, and watched as Giovanni ran for the nearest bit of rubble, stick held high, and then SMACKED it as hard as his awesome batting skills allowed, the combination of forces from running and hitting causing the heavy piece to sail a good distance before landing square into a compact bin, safely out of everyone’s way.

“IT’S OUTTA THE PARK! AND THE CROWD GOES WILLLD!” Pumping himself up, he raised the stick for another go, but blinked....was he getting more of an audience than he thought? “Woah, another fan? Sorry, the great GIOVANNI isn’t giving autographs today, mister black!”

[sheeporbeef]

That Sinking Feeling (Closed- Molly)

[closed starter for @graspingstars​ ]   Wait....what? WHAT just happened? His casual strolling after going back to the surface a day ago to head back to the entrances to the waves was cut rudely short, not only at the fact that suddenly, the entire ass submarine AND slide were suddenly gone as if they had never been there to begin with: but also at a sneering voice which he felt certain could probably be heard by those under the waves, too (some kind of telepathy-involved Epithet??) that made him freeze in place, eyes wide in anxiousness for those who were under there still, but also in shocked, fearful realisation - if...if he hadn’t gone back up to the surface to ‘re-stock’ for ‘Molly’s sake’ when he had, he’d still be stuck down there too.. Likely not be able to escape, either, because his dust would prove TOO effective under the water and put to sleep anyone that tried to escape with him had he been down there....h-he....he could have died down there, oh god. It was only going back up that had saved him from the same grim circumstances and likely fate, and he quivered. No truth was worth that, of breaking his promise to stay safe for Mol- oh no. Fear ran through him even further as he realised the possibility was high that she could have gone down there too, could be stuck there and he wouldn’t know at all - he knew he wouldn’t be able to contact her if she was down there, but...but! He had to try, just to see if, perhaps, she hadn’t gone down there in the first place. He’d never been secure in his life, and he knew better to assume, but every bone in his body pleaded that if he had ever done anything good in his life, he wanted her to be safe and well and oh god please don’t tell him she was down there now- [EMERGENCY TEXT FROM USER ‘DOCTOR ASHLING’ molly? mollylymolyly are you there? please tell me you can see this message and you’re not stuck down there too please ] his fingers shook, attributing to his typing being all over the place, but he couldn’t help it.