Doodle for @vcrso & @hiiddenstar . I GUESS VERSO CAN HAVE HIS UNDESERVED HIGH FIVE.
seen from Philippines
seen from Russia
seen from China

seen from Brazil
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Australia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
Doodle for @vcrso & @hiiddenstar . I GUESS VERSO CAN HAVE HIS UNDESERVED HIGH FIVE.
How long had she been in the canvas? How long until she begins to degrade like her mother? Maelle has thought about such things. Yet, she stubbornly maintained she's not her mother. She can go back. She'll go back once she's had time.
Time for what?
Maelle hasn't set foot out the canvas and her family hasn't come for her yet. The chroma in the canvas is now under her control. She brought everyone back. Lumiere was fixed. Gustave and Sophie were back. Life continued on.
Verso played his concert as promised and now he aged. They had this life together. Papa's words echoing in her mind.
Hold on to each other.
Maelle approached Verso once more. Hands folded behind her back. ❝ When will you perform again? I like hearing you play. ❞
@vcrso / starter call.
@vcrso
At least getting away from the expeditioners was a relief in and of itself. He just couldn't focus, and they made it all the more difficult to keep his mood more leveled. Not their fault, he supposed. There were extenuating circumstances, and truly no one was pushing him toward a path of calm.
Verso was... trying, at least.
He was begrudgingly trusting Noco with those humans. ...Not that he didn't trust them, really, but the matter of Golgra and Noco's current confusion had him wanting to be clingy, rather than to spend time away. He was a new... father, perhaps he should've been acting like one, rather than allowing himself to be pulled along into nonsense.
That said, Monoco did have trouble denying Verso. Especially when his intentions were as noble as they were. He'd been supportive in joining him for Noco's revival in The Sacred River, and now providing a means of distraction from the grief and stress that felt like it was attempting to consume him.
There were other things, but they did feel minute in comparison to the rest. Nothing that needed to be dealt with then. He'd get over it soon.
"And where exactly are we going? Are you sure you're not lost?" Monoco halfheartedly attempted at a remark sent his dear friend's way. "And to find a new species of nevron on your own? Sounds like nothing more than an attempt to get me alone." An even less spirited quip. He was trying.
❝ You seem not very forth coming about what your motives are. ❞ Gustave says, crossing his arms. ❝ But I get the feeling we have a shared goal of seeing the monolith crumble and defeating the paintress. ❞
Gustave will admit he had doubts about the mission. Lune had been right to call him out on it back when they were searching for Maelle. Having just narrowly escaped with his life a second time, he certainly had a few reservation about the success of this admittedly doomed 'fool's quest' as his sister called it.
He resolves to shake those thoughts away and stretches to shake off the tension that's coiling in his muscles. ❝ Well, the added fire power makes this look less foolish now. Before now it was just my gun, Lune's sparks, Sciel's cards, and Maelle's fencing. Maybe now we actually have a chance. ❞
@vcrso / starter call
@vcrso II remember who your real family is. (he's trying to be mean to get her out sry)
For a second Maelle has to wonder if he's doing it on purpose, trying to get under her skin and rattle her resolve. Verso had woven sentences and phrases together like a master wordsmith to deceive them, utilizing clever half-truths to get the Expeditioners to kill the being who had been protecting them and all of Lumiere from the gommage. Who was she to believe he wasn't doing the same thing now? Trying to sway her thoughts by poking at the right topics, him, who had originally wanted to erase the canvas and all of their friends. Maybe it was wrong of her to be angry at the man, after all he was still trying to help her wasn't he?
"My real family? Which one?" It was a genuine question, one that held no kind of intonation to display if the young teen had been upset by the comment or not. Ducking down to inspect the grass and dirt beneath her feet the fair haired paintress searched for a stone, plucking a good sized one up from the ground to gaze at it's colouration and formation before hurling it down into the waters below. "Which one do you believe is more important? We're already on the topic so you might as well tell me which one you think is my 'real' family since you seem to think you're the expert, yeah?"
TEEHEE I convinced @vcrso to make DnD characters based on Monoco and Verso for a future campaign. Monoco would no doubt be a druid bugbear. He collects the teeth/feathers/claws/scales of the beasts he can turn into.
@vcrso has two idiots to babysit now.
Gustave settled at the edge if the cliff overlooking the monolith. She was still so far away despite the ground they covered. Lune was busy playing her guitar and Sciel and Maelle were busy dancing to the music with Esquie. He had no idea where Monoco was but this meant he could write in relative quiet. His pen is to paper as he recounted the days events. HIs wound partially healed at this point. Fighting and moving still hurt but at least he wasn't in danger of ripping it open.
Once finished he snapped the book shut and pushed to his feet before slowly walking around the camps outskirts. Eventually his feet take him to Verso ----- always alone. It seemed like he purposefully settled on the outskirts of camp away from everyone.
Gustave approached, folding his arms in front of him. ❝ What are you thinking about? ❞ He fully expected some mysterious answer. At this point, he was used to not getting an answer. Odd considering he's certain he's found Verso's gaze trailing on him more than once.
He shifts his own gaze back out to the scenery. ❝ Y'know . . . you don't ------ you don't have to stand out here alone. ❞ Gustave was never good at putting thoughts to words. Ironic considering his talent for writing speeches. ❝ They like you. You should join them. It sounds like they're having fun. Plus Lune's really good at ----- at guitar. ❞
@vcrso gets a starter.