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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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[It's not as though weeding is her thing, either. Being from a class similar to nobility herself, and from a society steeped in magic that greatly favors academic and magical prowess over the physical, Susan had never really done much in the way of physical activity herself. And the heat wasn't doing her any favors, either. Still, she was doing alright, with her small plot of land. But...]

Watch out for wh-

[That tractor, apparently. And while someone more used to physical combat (or physicality in general) might have been smart enough to simply roll out of the way, Susan instead...well.

She shrieked. And began running, directly from the tractor, which really solved nothing.]

CAN'T YOU STOP IT?!

[ 2spooky5him. ]

Yeah, sure. What's up?

[ Forgive him, Lux, but he has this feeling that such a smile and innocently-posed question does make his fur itch, and it's not bedbugs or fleas or anything like that. It's like he's walking into a trap. ]

I mean... you're not gonna play dress up with me or anything, right?

[ Incoming paranoia. ]

I DON'T KNOW HOW!

[ Well that was a thing. Barreling toward her at impossible speeds for a tractor, Lux must have done something to it to give this thing the get-up-and-go that it had. Judging from the flurry of smoke and glitter that it was spewing from its backside, magic was probably involved. ]

JUST—GET OUT OF THE WAY!

[ Why so suspicious, Wukong? It wasn't like she was dripping malice or anything ~~right now~~, in fact she looked to be in a fairly good mood. ]

No, no, nothing like that. Although...

[ Looking up and thinking for a moment, she shakes her head. ]

No, not this time. I just need you to be your usual energetic, fun-loving self and let me follow you around a bit.

[Lux isn't the only one who's had to shoo the maids away today. In Robin's case, he has to do it every time he wants to eat anything, because he steadfastly refuses to eat anything he hasn't prepared himself - call it an old habit from his history of putting poison in food. Life as an outlaw means you have to take a lot more precautions in order to wake up alive the next morning, or night, or whenever you have enough time to sleep.

When he sees it's his new least favorite noble who's joining him in the kitchen, he makes it his solemn duty to completely ignore her, but that's difficult to do when she starts muttering to her pots. This is dire, and someone might actually get poisoned today if this keeps up.]

You've never cooked before, have you.

[This is a statement, not a question.]

[ It's worrying, perhaps only slightly more than usual, that there's such a ruckus coming from the kitchen. Maki's had her fair share of questions meals here (banana cauliflower mash why) but usually it doesn't come with what sounds like something destroying the kitchen.

So maybe she should know better (it's not like she knows anything about cooking, like at all) she winds up sticking her head into the kitchen. Of course, along with her, poking her head in too, is her black panther carrier too. ]

Um. H-Hello? Is everything alright?

[ Lux. Lux do you know what sounds like a somewhat heavy bird hovering by your ear except it's way better?

You get one guess.

Because Inspector, being ironically true to his name, might have floated over and is smushed up close so he can see whatever it is that just caught Lux's interest, too. Whatchoo lookin' at. ]

[ Ugh, why did he have to be here too? Well, no matter, Lux could just ignore him and keep to herself. After all, she didn't need any prickly pears in this dish.

Hearing his statement, her shoulders twitched, held high, and the blond cast a hard glance at him. ]

Excuse me, what did you just say?

[ ........it was true, but even still! How rude are you?! ]

Yes, I'm fi—

[ ssss. The dish she was working on begins to boil over, its contents hitting the burner and letting out a monstrous hiss. Lux cries out, turning toward it again and flailing a bit. OH GODS WHAT NOW. ]

[ Why did it sound like there was a giant bird struggling to fly near her ear? Turning to look, the blond nearly jumps out of her skin, seeing... wait, was that Allen's carrier practically smushed up against the glass? (How could it even see like that?)

Quickly putting a hand over her mouth to quiet a laugh, it catches in her voice. ]

You scared me! What are you doing there?

[ Removing the hand from her mouth, she offered it out to Inspector. Here, do you want to sit? Don't mind the annoyed squeaks from Poro from underneath her hair, he's the jealous type. ]

[ Oh. ♥ ]

[ Inspector hears you, Poro. And that's why he's going to absolutely relish ignoring every wheek as he casually slides on over and brushes Lux's hand. Not quite sitting there, but reaching out and—

—oh those are incredibly tiny hands he has, aren't they? Not horns like they might appear from a distance. Five very tiny little human fingers. Which he's going to use to anchor himself by grasping her finger lightly with a small pat-pat. Yes, hello. ♪ ]

[ EXCUSE YOU WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING. No. Not allowed. Cease and desist. STOP TOUCHING HIS HUMAN WITH THOSE DIRTY LITTLE HANDS. Scuttling out of his safe spot, the other carrier practically jumps at Inspector in fluff-ridden rage, claiming her hand as his own and trying to pull the other carrier's delicate little demon hands off. Back the heck off! ]

Poro!

[ You can scold him all you want, Lux, but this is for your own good! Also he has a score to settle with this carrier for making him barf up someone's life savings. It's personal! Don't get in-between them, Lux! This is a war for the ages!

Taking a pinched breath through her nose, she picks the angered carrier by the scruff with two fingers, lifting him up and holding him there, suspended. OW OW OW LUX WHAT THE HECK DON'T GET IN THE WAY OF A MAN'S FIGHT! LET GO! ]

I'm sorry, I don't know what got into him, ah—

[ WOMAN LET ME GO! ]

I'm not sure what your name is, I'm sorry.

[ Inspector has no idea what your problem is, Poro. He had no problem chomping down all that colle; it was fun, they were super shiny. Maybe it's a defect in your type.

Which is why Inspector is just going to... lazily roll upside down (in the air, yes. somehow) and just kind of eye Poro. Rats. Such a shame. You deserve better, Lux.

Also he'll wait until Lux isn't looking later and spit a gold pellet at Poro. Jumping at him like that—u wanna fait bro, you wanna??! lets do dis ]

Inspector—

[ From behind Allen's voice comes as softly scolding, and he quickly whisks his golem out of the air with both hands. (There you are...!) Although as his pale grey eyes flick quickly between the now-mollified Inspector cuddling somewhat in his hands, Lux, Lux holding an angry wriggling Poro...

(Ah.. hm.)

It... doesn't really take a genius to figure out what was happening. Timcanpy got in fights with Kanda's golem all the time. (Lux, what's the deal with your carrier.)

Allen cracks a somewhat weak smile. ] Lux—

...good to see you. I hope he wasn't being a bother.

[ jahsdfashdf YOU STUPID FAT WHATEVER-YOU-ARE LET'S GO RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW JUST AS SOON AS HIS HUMAN LETS HIM GO! His little legs and feet kicking furiously, Lux seems to pay him no mind, ignoring his struggles and instead tucking him into her purse for safe keeping. You can cool your heels in there, Poro.

(If she could trade him in for something else, literally anything else, she would.)

Hearing that familiar voice, the blond turned, watching as he plucked "Inspector" (so that's what its name was) out of the air. She at least looks generally amused by the whole thing, so no harm done. ]

Good to see you too. And not at all, Poro's just a bit... prickly some times.

[ There's a huffed wheek from her bag. ]

What are you doing out here? Running errands?

Ah— [ Oh, he seems bit taken aback by the question, actually.

Or maybe a little sheepish about it. ]

..somewhat. There are a few things I was going to look for. [ For other people, actually. He's just terrible at figuring out what that would be, other than he knows he feels obligated to. But he figures he'll know it when he sees it.

It's a little embarrassing though. So: ]

What about you, Lux?

Oh? Like what?

[ He always struck her as more of the frugal type, so knowing that he could be a bit frivolous is a pleasant surprise. She quirks her head curiously. ]

Me? Oh. Well, I was looking for a calendar, so I could keep track of dates here. You know, holidays, birthdays...

[ Then why was she stopped anywhere near a shop like this? It seemed to be catered more toward decorations and curios than something practical like a calendar. ]

But I got a little sidetracked.

[ More than frugal. But what trumps Allen's sense of debt is... his sense of debt, actually. And Sion and Caren—he feels a debt to both just because of repeatedly getting him things. Caren especially; it's almost strangely nice of her when she's gotten him food or juice.

(Lux falls under that list too, but he won't tell her that.)

It's more important to make that right, quid pro quo, than hoard all of his colle. Mostly. ...also he's also not getting anything extravagant. Just whatever he finds that says what he wants to say. ~~He's also managed to hoard a lot of colle without his master's debts haunting him here...~~

He smiles more gently to her curiosity though—and her curious statement. ] Just something for a friend.

Would you like some help looking?

[ He was looking for a gift for a friend? She was afire with curiosity, but it would be impolite to pry.

She smiled softly at his offer. Yes, a bit of company would be nice. ]

Sure, but on one condition. You have to write your birthday on the calendar, when I find one.

[ Birthday??

Ah, hm. Well.

He has to rub a little at the back of his neck for a moment at that. ]

Ah, sure, but... [ Ehe. ]

That might be a little difficult..

I'm sure it won't be that hard.

[ He doesn't have to really spell anything other than his name, he can handle it. ]

[ Ah, WELL... ]

It's more that— [ heh...

Now he's scratching a little at his cheek with a gloved finger. ]

...I don't really know when that is...

[ ehehehe. heh. ]

You don't—

[ Forgive her, Allen, she may be staring a bit in disbelief. ]

How can you not know when your birthday is?

[ H E H...

Let's just skim past a whole lot of stuff right now. ]

I don't really know anything about that time. [ his parents, before he got abandoned/thrown to the circus. ~~if he actually had any. which he probably didn't, woops.~~

here though!! to placate her ~~from asking any further~~ because it's not like he has nothing to celebrate!! ]

Generally for that kind of thing I just go by when Mana adopted me.

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