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crescentview2022-12-27 05:40 pm
chronosynthesis) wrote in crescentview2022-12-27 05:40 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: Syrlya and You
WHAT: Syrlya gets cursed, and then has one bad day after another so he runs away to the hotsprings
WHEN: ~few days after the spring dance until last day of spring. Closed prompts through end of Summer
WHERE: The farm, around town, the hotsprings
WARNINGS: There is NSFW in these parts
[Do Not Agitate the Goddess (mute) | Edge of the Woods + His Farm]
[Syrlya gave it a few days, at least didn't confront the Goddess about her questionable habits at the dance itself. It doesn't go terribly well.
He marches away from the pond, his expression is twisted into a scowl and fists balled. Anyone who crosses his path in the immediate aftermath is met with irritation, and then a pointed turn of his face away as he marches down the path.
After a few hours he's had some time to cool off--though he's still sulking, toiling on his farm ripping up weeds and pushing new seeds into the dirt. If they didn't have to do this to eat, he'd let this goddess know right where she can--]
[Twice cursed (blind) | Other people's farms]
[Luckily, going mute only lasts for a day, and then it's back to normal. For a couple days, at least. Until he wakes one morning to the room being strangely dark, like the sun itself was snuffed out--no, but it isn't the sun that's the problem. It's his eyes.
The morning is a panic. A level of fear he doesn't often feel as he's suddenly lost the sense most important to him.
The first trip is a stumble to the clinic... unsurprisingly, when dealing with a talking plant it doesn't offer any answers except that they, at least, don't seem to be injured. Nobody there accuses the goddess, but an errant magical effect... Syrlya can only think of one person who is capable.
So, his option is to wait it out for now, see if it clears up on its own. That is... not optimal. But ultimately Syrlya can't find any better options.
Doesn't mean he can't try and do what he needs to. So, using a glittering sword as a makeshift walking stick (watch your feet) Syrlya strides out of the farmhouse.
Or rather, trips out of it, hitting a few walls along the way. And then he's on a truly blind path, tripping and crawling over other people's fences with no real idea of his orientation. Just where he thinks it is. The warmth of the sun isn't helping him as much as he wishes it did.
Anyway. Sorry if he tramples your flowers.]
[Make That Thrice Cursed (table) | The Town]
[The blidnness clears up after two days as if it never happened. So not a malady after all, it seems. So Syrlya goes into town to finish errands he intended to before the weekend. He's just headed down the street with a bag of groceries more varied than the limited vegetables from their garden... when it hits.
A plastic folding end table drops seemingly from thin air and smacks right onto his head. Syrlya buckles with a startled cry, his bag tumbling out of his arms and spilling to the ground.]
((His plotting post is over here if you want a more custom starter or simply something else!))
WHAT: Syrlya gets cursed, and then has one bad day after another so he runs away to the hotsprings
WHEN: ~few days after the spring dance until last day of spring. Closed prompts through end of Summer
WHERE: The farm, around town, the hotsprings
WARNINGS: There is NSFW in these parts
[Do Not Agitate the Goddess (mute) | Edge of the Woods + His Farm]
[Syrlya gave it a few days, at least didn't confront the Goddess about her questionable habits at the dance itself. It doesn't go terribly well.
He marches away from the pond, his expression is twisted into a scowl and fists balled. Anyone who crosses his path in the immediate aftermath is met with irritation, and then a pointed turn of his face away as he marches down the path.
After a few hours he's had some time to cool off--though he's still sulking, toiling on his farm ripping up weeds and pushing new seeds into the dirt. If they didn't have to do this to eat, he'd let this goddess know right where she can--]
[Twice cursed (blind) | Other people's farms]
[Luckily, going mute only lasts for a day, and then it's back to normal. For a couple days, at least. Until he wakes one morning to the room being strangely dark, like the sun itself was snuffed out--no, but it isn't the sun that's the problem. It's his eyes.
The morning is a panic. A level of fear he doesn't often feel as he's suddenly lost the sense most important to him.
The first trip is a stumble to the clinic... unsurprisingly, when dealing with a talking plant it doesn't offer any answers except that they, at least, don't seem to be injured. Nobody there accuses the goddess, but an errant magical effect... Syrlya can only think of one person who is capable.
So, his option is to wait it out for now, see if it clears up on its own. That is... not optimal. But ultimately Syrlya can't find any better options.
Doesn't mean he can't try and do what he needs to. So, using a glittering sword as a makeshift walking stick (watch your feet) Syrlya strides out of the farmhouse.
Or rather, trips out of it, hitting a few walls along the way. And then he's on a truly blind path, tripping and crawling over other people's fences with no real idea of his orientation. Just where he thinks it is. The warmth of the sun isn't helping him as much as he wishes it did.
Anyway. Sorry if he tramples your flowers.]
[Make That Thrice Cursed (table) | The Town]
[The blidnness clears up after two days as if it never happened. So not a malady after all, it seems. So Syrlya goes into town to finish errands he intended to before the weekend. He's just headed down the street with a bag of groceries more varied than the limited vegetables from their garden... when it hits.
A plastic folding end table drops seemingly from thin air and smacks right onto his head. Syrlya buckles with a startled cry, his bag tumbling out of his arms and spilling to the ground.]
((His plotting post is over here if you want a more custom starter or simply something else!))
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The noise that escapes him is faintly amused. ]
That much is obvious. Most with power don't. Otherwise, she certainly wouldn't be attempting to dictate our intimate lives, now would she?
[ He hears you, brother...his opinion is equally low, and while he appreciates being far from Ostoyan soil, it would be great if higher beings would quit forcing him to get closer to people than he'd like. ]
Endure it for now. I wager it will wear off shortly. At the very least, I imagine it could be far, far worse than simply losing a sense for a while.
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... Do you want to maintain your body heat while we walk? [He might as well offer, since Adelis is already assisting him.]
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He is not, however, expecting the offer, so it's a good thing Syrlya can't see the bewilderment that flickers over his face for a moment before he quickly wipes it off. ]
Well, aren't you a bleeding heart. [ Not too sure how he feels about that, but he's in no position to argue. There's a light jostle as he tugs his gloves off before shoving them in his pockets- there's no need to walk around with just one on, after all. ] Since you know my little secrets, I don't see why not.
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When the arm seem to still, Syrlya slides his hand down to hold onto Adelis'.] Consider it a token of my gratitude for helping me stumble through my errand, instead of leaving me to keep tripping over fences.
[He'd offer anyway but he can phrase it like a trade of convenience.]
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I suppose when you phrase it like that. Hells forbid I ever do anything for free, lest people get the idea I'm a generous soul. Perish the thought.
[ He's being perfectly sarcastic and yet serious at the same time. A true talent. Luckily, being rural means the trek to town is hardly much of a problem, which is better for him- the less of a trip he has to make in the sun, the better. As usual, it's a bit of a lively place, snippets of chatter and people going by on their errands the only obstacle in the way. If someone comes a bit too close, he'll just...maneuver them a bit to save face. He is guiding the blind, here. ]
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[Not that he was planning to go around talking about his embarrassing fumbling, anyway. But this might be a virtue Adelis won't want him extolling lest he actually gain a reputation. He shuffles by Adelis' guidance , recognizing by the increasing sounds of people once they reach the town.] It sounds busy.
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[ You're only allowed to use him and generosity in the same term when it's sarcastic, Syrlya. You should know this. ]
It's the tail-end of Spring, or so they say. They're likely preparing for the next season.
[ Luckily, this town isn't hard to navigate, and so they trudge through the streets...with a little glare tossed at whoever makes even the slightest glance towards their clasped hands. Move along, nothing to see here. Don't acknowledge him whatsoever.
He's never really been to the carpenter before, but it's easy enough to find. There's a soft little jingle as he pushes the door open, before shifting over so Syrlya can enter as well. ]
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[It's the close sound of the door that alerts him first that they've arrived to their destination, and he starts patting around before pulling out his bingo card before he follows Adelis in.]
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He has a request first.
[ He did walk all this way for him, after all. Might as well let him get it out of the way. ]
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And he'll slide his own on the table, with it's own filled squares for the man to see. ]
Mine as well. The same. [ Imagine, a house with no holes or drafts. What a fucking luxury. ] I'm going to assume you need little in terms of directions.
[ He's imagining a little list to match the goddess', checked off with who's been good in acquiescing to her demands and who hasn't. ]
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Oh. Thank you. [He takes the card back, simply holding it in his hand right now and the carpenter starts taking their information down. Names, locations of farms... dates?]
Oh, uh--perhaps four days from now? [Is that enough time for this awful curse to lift?] Perhaps five?
[Eh, five works. The carpenter has an open schedule that day, so he pencils him in.]
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An eyebrow quirks at the time- does he really think it'll last that long? Then again, he's not going to pretend he knows what that woman chooses to do, so it's entirely possible. ]
At your earliest convenience for me, then.
[ There's another scribble against paper, and Adelis finally takes his own card back to tuck it away. Quick and painless. He shifts his attention to the other man as the carpenter turns to file the requests away. ]
I take it that was all you needed?
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Very well, then. Shall I escort you home, then, for the sake of everyone's fences?
[ He's ain't letting that go, sorry. ]
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...Snrk. ]
I suppose I am. [ Sorry, Syr. ] Come along, then.
[ Back through the shop and the door they go... ]
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