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These festival games must be impossible to win; there’s no way Kay can accept that she might be bad at them. She’s been trying for a while now, picking up a bit of sunburn even though she’s using her parasol.
(The trouble with being a drow on a sunny island...)
She turns her back on the game with a huff, turning her attention to the person closest to her.
“Do you think using magic on these games is considered cheating?”
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It’s nearing twilight, the world stuck in a cusp between one place and the next. She’s fond of this time, given her tendency to dance between this world and the next. When the day finds its own in between, she makes a home in it and prospers for a good long while.
Her god cannot hear her here, she’s determined that much through desperate prayer and the burning of material that should draw his attention like they have before. After all, clerics are supposed to be better than this at most, and a necromancer to a death god is a strange treat indeed. Enough that she has remained in devotion even when times had been far more lean than she’d hope, and this time appears to be one of them.
It isn’t in the manner of food or shelter, but the lack of connection to the grave earth and bleached bones she knows is a stressful thing.
[ PERCEPTION CHECK: 15 + 8 = 23 ]
She loses her melancholy on sight of a familiar silhouette, at least to her eyes. After all, she’s spent much of her time in the company of a half-elf, and by know, knows the familiar features of the sort.
“Hail, half-elf.” She does not rise from where she is, tea clutched in her hands. When she doesn’t immediately get the other’s attention, she clears her throat and calls just a bit louder. “With your hair up. Let me see your face.”
Nightmare 1:
@flyingspinkicks
When Riku fell asleep that night in her bedroom, she was exhausted- not even bothering to change into her pajamas and instead crawling into the bed with her work clothes. Though whether its because she hasn’t gotten enough sleep amongst other things, when she drifted away into dreamland, she wasn’t expecting this.
She was back home in the Taito ward in Tokyo, at one of the parks that her, Haru, and Maka would frequent. Not only that, but she felt...smaller. Looking around in confusion, a puddle from the rain that passed by not that long ago that hadn’t dried up in the summer heat showed her reflection. She looked the same way she did back when she was 13!
“What the- what the heck is up with this?! Is this some kinda dream?” It all looked familiar...TOO familiar. Save for one thing, the guy who looked like a cosplayer walking around in her dream as well. She sure didn’t remember seeing anyone like that here!
“Hey, what are you doing here?!”
