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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)

[ .. 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?!

[ Or do something else with me ... just hit me up via PM and we can discuss something. ]

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[ LIGHT. Wait--light. That's an idea. ]

You're not going to die--most spiders aren't venomous, and even if these are, we have antidotes. Breathe, Kija.

[ He starts calling light to his hands. ]

Breathe, and close your eyes.

I-I will try ... [ Kija tries to still his breathing, trusting Adra to do whatever it was he was going to do. His friend was quite proficient in magic, so he likely had a spell up his sleeve that could help the situation. Maybe he has a spell to make bugs disappear forever!!!

He bites his lip, whimpering on occasion when he feels those crawling legs against his skin once more, but closes his eyes as told. ]

[ Skittering insects like spiders etc. tend to prefer the dark. Adra lets the light swell in brightness and intensity, until it becomes overwhelming, blinding, enough so that the spiders scatter--all dashing quickly for the dark corners of the room. ]

All right--they should be mostly out of your hair.

[ Literally. ]

[ Even from behind his closed eyelids he can see the blinding light that Adra calls forth, and it's so incredible he even forgets the little feet moving across his skin.

-- Momentarily, anyway.

When he feels the spiders all scurry away at once, raking their hairy little feet down his chest and to his legs and finally away from his body, it's almost like his heart might just jump right out of his throat. ] Hnn --! [ There's another fearful little whimper, but he controls the urge to start flailing because that would be detrimental to Adra's efforts. The wait is brief, but it feels like an eternity. ]

[ And finally, most of the spiders appear to be gone. That's what Adra tells him, anyway, and he believes Adra. ]

Are they ...? Adrasteius! [ The tears start to ... well up in his eyes again but this time, it's from joy and not fear. Kija rushes close to his dear friend. He's usually polite and reserved about his actions, but right now he can't quite contain the relief bursting out of him. He pretty much ... pulls Adra into a hug. ]

I must thank you! It was so awful!! How can I ever repay you?! [ He then clutches onto his hand!! ]

[ What--why--why this. Adra goes stiff in Kija's hold, as fear grips him, as sharp and unbidden as a shock to the spine. He swallows, hard, his heart beating fast, and stares into Kija's shoulder. ]

Er -- you don't have to, Kiki. I'm your friend; I'm glad to help you.

[ oh god it's been so long, i wont get mad if you drop this ]

But you saved me from those horrible, creepy things! I must make it up to you! [ Gripping onto his shoulder now, Kija stares at him with only gratefulness in his eyes. You would think Adra had pulled him from a pit of fire or something.

But eh? Why does the small elf feel so stiff in his arms? ] What is wrong?

[ Adra all but crumples in Kija's grip. He grits his teeth, feeling perspiration dot his throat and forehead, fighting back the utter paralysis of fear that's presently grabbing him just as hard as Kija himself. ]

Please--please, step back.

Adrasteius ...? [ When the elf's body starts to grow weak, it's Kija's first instinct to catch him by the shoulders, steadying him.

But then it becomes clear that this might be exactly why Adra was looking so stricken with panic. When he's sure the elf has a stable footing, Kija tears himself away. ] I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Are you all right?!

[ Kija is a good man, and a good friend. There's literally no logical reason for Adra to be so agitated, and he's aware of this, which just makes him even more agitated. He hugs himself, scowling. ]

I am. It's fine, I'm sorry--it's just, an instinctive reaction. It's nothing to do with you.

[ It's not a normal reaction. Kija understands being uncomfortable with bodily contact - he himself gets stiff at times when pulled into hugs - but Adra looked to be in genuine terror, and it's quite a concern. ]

Was it that terrifying ...?

[ There's little point in trying to deflect or lie, and Adra's terrible at both, regardless. ]

You aren't terrifying. It's touch, as a--concept. I have a reaction if I don't know it's coming.

[ Like a psychological allergy. ]

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