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| My little garden is doing great. I gave them a little kick and the strawberries should be ready in a couple of days. They really look delicious, so if anyone wants some I can give you some. Or we can make jam together. What do you say? |
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| [Bloom is sitting in front of her house in her tiny assed garden. Whatever she was growing seemed to be growing rather well.]
Hey guys, look. My plants are growing nicely, they should be ready by next months at best. So I was wondering who would like some strawberries?
[Yep, it's what she was currently growing. It's suitable given the season. but for now it's time to switch to private.]
[Private to Sanji]
Hey, about seeing each others abilities. How about today at the beach? I've got nothing else to do after all, but if you're still not settled, I understand,
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| What do people usually do on dates?
[They'd decided dates are pretty much just hanging out except maybe with kissing, but she still kind of wants to know what other people do.] |
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| [Here's a rare face of the almost hermit of a marine. He's smoking as much as ever, two cigars at a time, and he appears to be in a kitchen making... ice cream?]
So I overdid my recipe and I have a ton extra ingredients. And I don't want to waste it, so does anyone want some ice cream? If you have the recipe I'll make a different flavor. [If you think this is strange, it's called tsundere. Also it's about to get stranger.]
[Because Sanji chooses that exact moment to wander into the kitchen, also smoking, though he's only got one cigarette dangling at the edge of his mouth. He's absently scratching the back of his head and sounds almost bored when he speaks.]
Oi, shitty cigar man, think I'm gonna make sushi for lunch, you want anythi—
[He stops suddenly, seeing the mess in Smoker's HIS kitchen (and if there's not really a mess, well, there's shit out and some kinda food being made and it's not by Sanji's hands, ergo...mess), and his entire demeanor changes in 0.2 seconds.]
The hell are you doing?!
[Smoker looks incredibly annoyed and points to the ice cream supplies.] Cooking. In my kitchen. [A stubborn arm fold. Aw no, shit's about to get real.]
[Sanji just snorts, because your kitchen? Oh Smoker.] Tch, stopped being yours the second I moved in. [He stomps over, eyeing the ingredients.] Ice cream? [Then he spots the SFC, and promptly shoots Smoker an incredulous look.]
Are you recording yourself making ice cream? What, starting some kinda shitty cooking program?
Oi, who the hell said you could move in? [Smoker's distracted with flushing again though, and he shakes his head, mumbling.] No, I just made too much.... Shut up! [And with that he storms out. Defeated by his own tsun.]
[Raises an eyebrow as he watches him go, mostly just kind of amused.] That idiot... [Checks out the ingredients again, and you know, there really is a lot left. And Smoker just left it all out. Sanji's not about to let anything go to waste, and hey, the shitty starfish is still recording, right?
So he gets all up in the thing's camera, grinning like a moron.]
Good afternoon, beautiful ladies of Vatheon~! Seems I've got all the supplies here for ice cream sundaes! [Clasps his hands together up by his face.] Or perhaps you'd all like to come over for a romantic candlelight dinner first?? [SMOLDERING LOOK.] We can have dessert later~
[But that look doesn't last long, because the idea of any women coming over sets Sanji off twirling around, spewing hearts and babbling randomness like "MELLORINE, MEEEELLORINE~!" annnd that's too much for even the SFC to deal with, so the video feed thankfully cuts off!] |
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| So you know how a whole bunch of you guys were acting all batshit and weird last week? Probably under a curse or something. Whatever, I don't give a shit.
[ He smirks and fans himself with what appears to be a stack of photos. ]
And you know how a bunch of you were wearing weirdass outfits and and tights even tighter then anything I'm comfortable wearing? Bet you all'd like to forget that shit ever happened. Well sucks to be you cause I spent the week collecting mother fucking photographic evidence. See?
[ He holds a handful of photos up, grinning like an idiot. ]
I'm willing to sell 'em too if you wanna destroy the evidence once and for all or if you want someone else's so you can mock them forever or whatever. Who's the super villain now, huh?
[ The feed going dead cuts off the last half of his accompanying cackle. ]
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| [Ky isn't wearing his uniform -- the official police one, the only one he has -- because his boss had made it very clear that he thinks superheroes are absolutely an asset to their line of work, regardless of the rules and laws they flout, the procedures that they utterly fail to appreciate.]
It's all well and good to want to help people.
[That should be the appropriately conciliatory note to start on, right?]
But sometimes to blindly rush in without understanding the situation can provide a fair amount of harm that could have been easily avoided. For example, such actions can destroy evidence that could be used to convict, can endanger civilians by putting a glamour on the topic that shouldn't be there, and can lead to ridiculous amounts of property damage, just to get started.
[Ky looks set to go on for a while, consulting the papers in front of him, when something more interesting happens: some smoke comes billowing in from a room behind him.
Ky continues, for the moment oblivious, as the signs of fire grow.]
I'm sure the last thing people wants is for those guilty to go free, but you can't tell if the masked figure is supposed to be a friend or a foe, it endangers the appropriate party that ought to be responding, and it complicates the--
[Ky's cut off as someone drops heavily behind him after coming in from a window, tosses him over a shoulder, and jumps right back out that same window to land quite a ways farther down. The visual's blurred between the speed of descent and the wind, but what little isn't is the colour red. Ky's rescuer seems to be covered in it, though it's really just his coat and a few pieces of look like the most basic armour.
It also catches the first explosion. Flame reflects off shattered glass that come raining down to their left.
The man in red (and black, now that the device has stopped bouncing) walks a ways further so the fire's more visible and a safe distance away, twists around to set Ky down a little less than gently, and points the cop in the direction of it. He watches it lazily without sign of concern, gloved hand on Ky's head to make sure he doesn't look away.]
Better pay more attention t'yer surroundings, kid. Just 'cause yer hot doesn't mean yer fireproof.
[And with that quip and a smirk, the man's dashed forward and scaling back up the building--presumably to hunt around and make sure anyone else in harm's way gets out. The fire doesn't look like it's going out any time soon.]
[Ky stares flabbergasted after him for a moment, hand on his chest as if to check that his heart is still beating. Then he takes a breath, carefully turning away to make sure he doesn't inhale smoke.]
I'm sure some assistance would be appreciated, if anyone is free. Obviously any methods used shouldn't put even more people in danger, but beyond that this isn't the sort of situation that benefits from refusing help.
[And since Ky's a bit useless for this, useless for lots of things without his power, he'll be doing his best at coordinating things until the fire is out, and then he'll re-approach his philosophical points.]
[ooc: Red is Sol, blue is Ky. Feel free to catch either of them after the fire's out, or interact however makes sense while it's burning. (And please note which it is if your tag doesn't make it clear)] |
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| [There's no video at first, just a black screen, though a man's voice can be heard muttering and grumbling faintly.]
Shitty bastard, where in the hell did he send me? Under the fucking ocean? Geez—
[Sudden pause, and then the screen is suddenly getting flipped around with dizzying momentum, showing a brief shot of the dome overhead before lowering to take in a very confused face that is definitely looking worse for wear.]
The hell...? What's with this shitty starfish? [He stares for a moment before sighing, and then drags his eyes away and gives his surroundings a scrutinizing look. As the camera pans back slightly, you're able to take in the torn and dirty clothes, the scrapes and bruises.] Yep, definitely in the damn sea. In a...city? In the damn sea. ...Maybe I'm dreaming.
[Welcoming brochure, what welcoming brochure? It's gone completely unnoticed so far. Instead the man makes a frustrated sound, scrubbing a hand over his face and through his wet hair.] Alright, focus. Gotta get back, Nami-san and Robin-chan need me, not to mention the others...
[There's one last grumble before the screen cuts out.]
Fuck, I need a cigarette. |
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| [the screen comes on... and it shows a shivering Daimon Masaru, whose trying to make his digi-soul flare up around his whole body]
VATHEON! WE DON'T HAVE TO LET THIS STUPID COLD BEAT US!
DIG DEEP, AND TAP INTO THE BURNING SOUL WITHIN! LET YOUR SPIRIT HEAT YOU UP!
[his Digi-Soul flickers and starts to ebb a bit]
J-Just reach deep down and find that inner fire!
A-Any moment now!
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I think I seriously need help....
[and yeaaaah, the Digi-Soul is just going to snuff out completely now] |
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| [this comes somewhat early in the morning... Izumo hasn't liked to advertise the fact that she has a pet lately, but in this time, she's cradling her new cat Noukimi in her arms and looking desperate]
S-someone... I need help... the curse... It's cold, and my kitten... she's... she's...
[the cat is indeed shivering, but... not because of the curse. It's because Izumo is holding her, and the kitten is getting cold as a result. However, Izumo is assuming wrong because she woke up with Noukimi in her arms...]
Please... she's still young... I don't know what to do... |
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| [This is not quite a happy-looking pony. She's mostly confused because....]
Hey, this is, like, July right? Middle of summer and all? On a supposedly tropical island? Well, if all that's true, then why the hay did it get so cold all of a sudden?
[Rainbow Dash scratches her head.]
I mean, I can think of a curse as being why, but what's the point of the cold? I tried a pretty heavy blanket, and that worked about as well as having a threadbare sheet. I mean, I could try a heater, but I don't know where Equius and Darkleer put theirs.
[The pony shrugs. What even is this curse?]
Am I the only one experiencing this problem? 'Cause if I am, then I think I need to see a doctor about it. I am so not down with hypothermia. |
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