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Who: Kija and whoever wants to join him in some cleaning!
When: Throughout the whole month!
Where: Hall of Glory
What: Various Hall of Glory prompts!! Kija is always up to earn some money for his family.
Rating: Stone dicks and chainletters. Otherwise none??
A: ACTUAL DELICATE PRINCESS KIJA (CLEANING)
B: PIN THE [CENSORED] ON THE [CENSORED] (STATUE PROMPT ...???)
C: IT'S 2005 ALL OVER AGAIN (BULLETIN BOARD)
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When: Throughout the whole month!
Where: Hall of Glory
What: Various Hall of Glory prompts!! Kija is always up to earn some money for his family.
Rating: Stone dicks and chainletters. Otherwise none??
A: ACTUAL DELICATE PRINCESS KIJA (CLEANING)
[ .. Kija's never actually cleaned anything in his life, and it shows in how unused he appears to be handling the broom. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in determination, however. There's really no need to be sweeping with so much strength and fervor but somehow, he seems to think that giving the act his all would produce a better result. His brows furrow in concentration, and Kija's just whacking all that dust away (and taking care not to get any of it on himself at the same time, because he does hate being filthy!)
There is a lot of dust in this empty guest room. It coats the wooden floors and the old trinkets piling up around them. It might be forever before they finish the job (especially since Kija isn't working in a very smart way) but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact at all. With much determination, he continues on with his task ...
Until he hears a mysterious scratching from above. ]
What is that ...? [ There's something in the ceiling! Thoughtlessly, Kija knocks the top of his broom against the ceiling, urging whatever it was to come out. That's a bit of a bad idea ...
Because his dragon hand is stronger than most, and the broom goes piercing right through the old, rotting wood, cracking it into pierces. The wood gives way, and a rain of dust, rats, lizards and spiders rain down on both Kija and whoever is near him.
Cue... a blood-curling scream ........]
IYAAAAAAAAH!! [ And some flailing about, as Kija fights to get the cobwebs and spiders out of his hair. A few of them went into his clothes!!!!!
Any more of this, and he just might faint ... ]
B: PIN THE [CENSORED] ON THE [CENSORED] (STATUE PROMPT ...???)
[ While cleaning, our heroes might find a mysterious ... cylindrical object made of stone just lying around on the floor. Or, it would be more right to say that it resembles a ...sausage??? With absolutely no context, Kija can't figure out what it is just yet.
One of the busy, busy butlers shoot them a glance and tell them it probably fell off one of those stone statues. He tasks them with finding the right statue and fitting the piece back where it belongs. Not just any statue will do, it has to be the right one!!
Holding the ... sausage (???) in his dragon hand, Kija accepts the task (albeit with much confusion). ]
...Very well. We won't let you down. [ He's not quite sure what sort of statue this could have broken off, but how hard could this be?
For the PG-13 version of this prompt, our heroes can find a leaf of modesty instead ...... ]
C: IT'S 2005 ALL OVER AGAIN (BULLETIN BOARD)
[ Everyone's doing the bulletin board prompt already so why not. Kija can be found tearing up all those lewd notes with his dragon's claw, whacking them and ripping them up into shreds. Some of them feature your character, and they'll be able to see themselves engaging in some lewd act with some other hero (possibly a best friend, or a hated enemy) in the ripped note.
As Kija continues on with his tirade, he's also blushing - both from embarrassment and fluster. ]
How awful! Leaving such improper things for others to see! This is a board that everyone looks at, how could they put up such rude notes?! Simply awful!
[ He's about to clean up the last of the inappropriate notes when he catches a glance of what it says, and this forces him to freeze.
DO NOT TAKE DOWN THIS NOTE!
THIS IS THE LOVE CURSE! If you see this note, you have to copy it and give it to 10 people that you love. Tell them that you love them, or they will DIE by sunset! You will be ALL ALONE if you don't do this!
Pass this along, and spread the love, everyone ♥♥♥♥!
Most people would brush the threat aside, but Kija is ...a lot more gullible than most people. ]
Eh?!? Have I been cursed?!
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a....!
Sion had rather imagined something like this would come to pass in the instant he'd happened upon his present cleaning compatriot. Between the thwacks! of the broom and the dust coating the flooring, it had only been a matter of time until some great calamity befell them both. But ah, so touched by Kija's enthusiasm for the task at hand, the King hadn't the heart to warn the (younger?) man, and at the time, he'd been thoroughly convinced of his own ability to protect his companion should the worst happen, and Kija somehow lose both his balance and footing.
...but this? Ah, well... is he truly to blame, if Kija had stepped out of bounds of the protective barrier Sion had cast no sooner than the broom had gone straight through the ceiling? Where Kija screams, Sion is safe and sound, shielded by the speciality of his rank as Kija himself would have been, had he simply stayed still.
(Sion is trying so, so very hard to keep a straight face.) ]
Be calm. [ Things scurry as he walks forward, bridging the distance between himself and Kija, his left hand falling to rest lightly atop the other man's shoulder, his right lifting to bat spiders aside and comb the cobwebs from snow-white hair. ] If you allow yourself to be agitated, the creatures will react in kind.
[ ...why, is that a lizard running up the back of Kija's shirt? ]
Re: a....!
The hand on his shoulder does more to soothe him than Sion may realise, but it still isn't quite enough to quell the debilitating fear that was taking over his system. ]
I-I-I am trying, but it is too difficult! Who put those spiders up in there?! [ D'uh, that's why they're here to clean things up. ] Why are they so many?!
[ More importantly, why is a grown man tearing up at the thought of spiders?? Well, that's certainly happening. Kija lets out another shriek as he feels those little feet run up his bare back, and he starts to pace about like someone's set him on fire, repeatedly reaching out to rake his fingers over his back in an attempt to get the thing out. With how sharp his dragon's claw came, he might actually hurt himself like this. ]
It's in my shirt!! Ahh!!! This is so awful! Someone, please help!!
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[ It takes but a moment for Sion to realize that the other man's anxiety has heightened far beyond that of simple bewilderment and surprise—appropriately, the King tempers himself, voice gentling and carrying with it a warmth quite unlike the playful lilt he'd used to make introductions. The reason why matters so very little to him, in the end—what is important is what he glimpses before him in the here and now: a comrade frenzied to the point of clawing at their skin, eyes gone glassy with moisture threatening to fall. ]
I need for you to listen to my voice. Be calm, be still, and all will be well.
[ For there is, in fact, someone there to help. And aid arrives a moment later in the form of a soothing spell, its incantation spoken in a language old and long forgotten, though its soft intonations are calming, painting everything in a rose-hued light. What's more, Sion himself moves to take action shortly thereafter, reaching for Kija with no small measure of care.
Deftly, he makes to unbutton the man's uniform, caring little for propriety and everything for Kija's peace of mind. ]
You are all right. Focus upon steadying your breath, and think on something else.
[ As he swats away the lizard—who knew the Hall of Glory had been home to such creatures?—and the spiders which skitter, yet, despite at else. ]
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But then the spell begins, and Kija can feel a warmth washing over him like a gentle tide, reeling his frantic heart into a calm and distracting him with pleasant tingles at the surface of his skin. He finds himself transfixed by Sion's voice as he mutters those words of an otherworldly language, and slowly, he forgets what he was so fearful about.
The rise and fall of his chest gradually slows, and his muscles relax. ] Yes ...
[ He feels so far away from the situation, far away from all those spiders that were still scurrying about inside his clothes, that there's no measure of confusion or embarrassment as Sion starts unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Kija only breathes, his thoughts now muddled and sluggish. ]
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Sion, Kija, and impossibly dusty room, free of the little creatures who have found refuge in darker places. ]
You are all right now. [ Thoughtfully, he hums, appraising the other man, ever-watchful now that he's reason to be concerned. ] If you should so wish it, we can take our leave from here. This chore might always wait for a little while.