#ombraventi 01

[san-ta]

@ombraventi | Starter Aoi was wandering around, trying to find clues as to where he was and why. He... wasn’t coming up with much, if he was being honest. It just seemed like a pretty normal town and he was growing increasingly frustrated. Not to mention he still couldn’t reach Akane with the Field.  He stopped in his tracks when he saw another person. Okay, he’d seen several other people, and they’d seemed weird, but... But this person’s skin was purple.  He maneuvered to put himself in the purple stranger’s path, looking him up and down. It didn’t seem like paint. What kind of place was he in that just had people with purple skin? He was well versed in many forms of diseases and other generally useless scientific facts, but he’d never heard of purple skin without some other slew of side effects that this person didn’t show.  “Hey,” he called out, putting a hand behind his head and rubbing his neck. “Can I ask you some questions?” 

[dotomorrownight]

starter call! || @ombraventi​

"Tra la lalala, tra la la narf!” 

Pinky spins as he belts out a tune that’s just a little off-key in the worst of places, trailing colorful ornaments behind him that are bigger than the mouse himself. They’re hooked on a train of bright blue tinsel that’s been tossed over his shoulder like a feather boa, and they tinkle as they clack together with each twirl and leap. He’s discovered one of the many boxes of decorations scattered around the new Mistwood trees.

From the looks of things, he’s taken it upon himself to empty the box of its contents and hand-deliver each decoration to the small crowds of participants gathered in the area. ...or maybe he’s just using them to dress for the holidays.

“Tra la lala--oof!” His next round of singing comes to an abrupt halt as he dances straight into someone’s leg. Stumbling back with a laugh, Pinky shakes his head to clear it and looks up and up and up until his gaze settles on an impressive-looking gem-thingy and the face of its owner.

He stares for a moment, wide-eyed, then scrambles to unhook a shining red ornament from his train and hold it out to the stranger.

“Take this one! It matches your eyes and your hat and your shoes and your belt and oooh, won’t you look stunning with one more big sparkly red accessory! You’ll be the talk of the tree circle! Just remember to tell everyone you’re wearing Pinky Chanel when they ask about your designer, troz!”

[deathreversed]

@ombraventi​

Away from the noise of the city, Nier finds it easier to adjust. She hadn’t even noticed the path she was on was taking her away from the city, but now that she is here, surrounded by flowers and overlooking the cliff, the sensation of being overwhelmed is all but gone. It feels manageable now.

Finally alone, Nier reaches down to her belt, hands wrapping around the red crystal that hangs from it.

“Do you know what’s going on?” she murmurs. Although no answer is audible, Nier nods to some unseen speaker. “I thought you might know something... You know more than I do, after all... No, I-I haven’t... But you’re right, I should, the longer we’re here, the-”

Footsteps cause Nier to immediately silence herself. Wide eyes turn over her shoulder, gazing at the only other person present with a mix of fear and anxiety.

“I-I’m sorry...” she manages, still clutching onto the crystal. “I-I didn’t bother you, did I? I was just...” 

She can’t just say it. Instead, Nier says nothing more, turning her attention back to the flowers she finds herself surrounded by. With gentle fingers, she plucks the bloom from the ground, severing it from its source of life. “I was just looking at these,” she says, eyes still focused on the multi-colored petals. “I haven’t seen anything like them before... they’re very pretty...”