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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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Did you want to go back to the hot springs, so long as we're up here? Soak for another hour or so.
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I suppose, if that is my only option.
[ ???
Why does he sound so snippy... He's a bit shocked he said that, but that only flusters him even more. Good thing he can bury his confused, flushed expression in his bag as he packs it. ]
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[ NO!! WHY IS EVERYTHING COMING OUT OF HIS MOUTH WRONG. ]
I suppose I can find it in me to enjoy another soak. But don't get me wrong, Commander--I'm not doing this because I want to spend more time naked with you.
[ WHAT.
Mortified, Trahearne turns and just...walks to the bath. Okay. ]
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Um. I didn't assume that was your reason to begin with? [Trahearne, please. He looks at him incredulously as he slings his pack over his shoulder.] Are you feeling all right?
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[ His answer comes out like a quip.
Perhaps he...slept wrong? Is that why? He's normally good at keeping his emotions in check, but whatever this irritation is seems to be seeping out.
Trahearne just. quickens his pace. Hopefully the hot springs will help. ]
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Swiftly do all his leaves come off as he steeps himself in the water again, a little deeper than last time. Partially to hide his face. There's a look in his eye that says he's afraid to say anything, lest he say the wrong thing.
So he stays quiet. ]