pawnstorm | Late It's-Not-July-Anymore Catch-All!

Who: Lux Crownguard, and you!
When: Backdated to the later half of Delphine (post-dungeon)
Where: Caissa & Petrosian
What: Late month shenanigans and overflow for July's intro! Job listings that didn't make the last catch all (harvest soon, wonderwall), plus a few other prompts. If you want something specific, message me at

sheepyton!
Ratings: PG for the most part, but will change this if need be.
Warnings: None currently

♕ o1. SEEING DOUBLE (HALL OF GLORY).

[ Walking around the dorms, you might find that your eyes are playing tricks on you. Did you just see something strange out of the corner of your eye? A trick of the light, maybe? A vague shimmering, just out of your peripheral vision. Blink and its gone, however. Or was it even truly there? Spooky. ]

[ Yikes, where did that voice come from?! Suddenly from behind, Lux stands there, smiling as she almost always does, her head quirked slightly to one side. Curious, the bracelet on her wrist appears to be glowing..? ]

♕ o2. "FINE" ART (CAISSA).

[ What... what was she looking at exactly? Wandering around the Lucena Museum, soaking in all of the grandeur that Gammonian art had to offer (a good magician surrounds herself in as many strange and wonderful things as she can, after all), Lux was left more confused than anything.

She just didn't get art. Not at all.

Great sculptures and paintings of heroes past, sure, she can get into that. But here, she was stumped. It was a bit too weird. So, attempting to look like a good connoisseur of art, turning her head this way and that to try to at least somewhat analyze each piece, she found herself looking more and more confused. What was she even looking at here? She wasn't sure... ]

♕ o3. SOMEONE STOP THIS CRAZY THING! (PETROSIAN).

[ So weeding? Not her thing. A noble city girl born and bred, she hardly knew what a day out on the fields were like, and after taking about an hour to get a small area of land weeded, some poor farm hand took pity upon her.

She could work a tractor, right? Sure she could! Anyone can! Seriously, just... go do something. Here, take the keys to that tractor over there. There was no way she could get into trouble with that, the darned thing hasn't worked in years— ]

WATCH OUT!

[ Judging from the giant cloud of shimmering black smoke careening forward on the horizon, she's "fixed" the tractor! Well, "fix" being a relative term, at least. It's running. Chugging and sputtering, bucking against the spell she placed on it to make it run, the machine managed to wrest dominance from the young mage's hands, and had a score to settle apparently.

Poor thing, she's holding on for her dear life. THIS WAS NOT WHAT SHE HAD IN MIND. ]

♕ o4. A HOME AWAY FROM HOME (CAISSA).

[ What started off as a routine shopping trip has taken a significant detour. She intended to only go out looking for a calendar—something simple that she could use to keep track of holidays (and perhaps a few birthdays, while she was at it), but managed to get sidetracked along the way. A bit of window shopping never hurt anyone, right?

...And her room was a bit barren, wasn't it?

Moving between shops, the blond would occasionally stop, looking at something, picking it up and turning it over, before inevitably putting it back. Was she looking for something specific? ]

♕ o5. HELL'S KITCHEN (CAISSA).

[ The farmers in Petrosian had been nice enough to gift any and all heroes that helped them with produce from their crops, and Lux was no exception. But what would she do with all of this? She couldn't eat it all herself, it would go bad before she got to it. And you know, it might be nice to share with others. Yeah!

Cooking didn't seem so hard, she could probably handle it. And after convincing a few of the maids that she wanted to make something in the kitchen, and no it was all right she could manage herself, Lux went to work.

At first, it seemed fine. But after a while, a strange smell began to waft through the cafeteria. Then strange noises—pots clanking, worried mumblings ~~NO YOU GET BACK INTO THAT POT SO HELP HER~~. This is fine. Everything is fine. It didn't have to look perfect, right? I-it's the thought that counts, right?

If you choose to not intervene, she will continue her battle in the kitchen, for better or for ill.

Wandering out into the cafeteria, a large pot and lid in her arms, she looked harried. Like she had just seen a terrible crime take place in front of her. Her face somewhat smudged with... lord, what even was that, gravy? Were those scorch marks on her apron? Looking around, she spies a ~~victim~~ person. ]

[ Run. Dear lord, run. ]

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[ Which quiets when the shopkeep steps back over, a smile on his own mustached lips and shaking his head slightly at the two. And with that more gentle smile Allen will thank the man and exchange a small amount of colle and take the carefully packaged sun catcher and hand it to Lux. ]

Even if it's not that much—

[ Ah, his countenance really did shift with that from the carefree teasing from a moment ago. (The closeness camaraderie or kinship, as Allen understands it.) Gentle and warm still, but also a little heavy.

Although no less close. ]

—I hope something like this can make it a little easier to have something to come back to. [ Especially if we might be here until Christmas and "Snowdown", Lux.

Especially when he knows even if she tells him "I'm home" it doesn't mean she misses her own that makes her sad any less. ]

Edited 2016-08-19 09:13 (UTC)

I'm nothing but a perfectly well-behaved lady, Allen. You know that.

[ A perfectly well-behaved lady who isn't afraid to take him to task, that is.

There was that laugh finally breaking through, clear as a bell. And oh how she smiled, like the night at the ball, as they practically flew down the side of the building, weightless and carefree. ]

[ But as he calmed, presenting her with the carefully wrapped gift, she too quieted, taking it into both hands, as if it were the most important thing to her.

And it was, in that moment. A gift from a dear friend, an expression of their friendship. Something so pure and beautiful, that somehow reminded him of her. Looking down at it in her hands, she smiled fondly, almost bashfully. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. She did for others, not the other way around.

It was... nice.

Looking up at him, her smile still fond and warm, there was something else there as well. Something that he might not have seen before.

Hope. ]

Thank you. I love it.

[ Her expression... Could it be that... she's never really, before--?

A gift like that (from a friend)...?

Allen blinks for a second at that, but then smiles gently--in that moment perhaps being quite certain and glad for his decision more than anything--eyes hooding somewhat in an odd sort of thoughtfulness. ]

Mm... [ He's glad, but.. ]

There's no need to thank me. [ Because really Lux. With everything? Where he was before, back home...

He rather feels that he's the one who should be truly grateful. He who was so far separated from the home he meant to return to but very likely would never be able to, who was so very alone without the friends and comrades that made it so he couldn't bear to consider how lonely he truly was because the pain would be too much.

It's almost like a bad dream, comparing that then to now. No--more like this is the dream.

One that's actually very good. ]

Edited 2016-08-19 18:50 (UTC)

Why wouldn't I?

[ She looked genuinely perplexed, her head canting gently to one side. If someone gives you a gift, you should thank them, and something so special... She would never say it, for fear of how tacky it might sound, but she would treasure it. She even began to think of where she might hang it, somewhere that would catch the most light...

Somewhere that she could look and be reminded of her new home. A home with friends, with warmth and kindness. A home she was truly coming to like.

If people like him existed in this world, then maybe... maybe staying here for a while wasn't so bad.

Holding the parcel close, she tilted her chin upwards, giving a sideways look, her smile turning mischievous. ]

Although I did hold on to your "things" for you. So I guess this is only fair as part of an apology, for all the trouble you put me through.

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