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[abyssalarcana]

look at me amo i learned how to use advanced technology! they call it a phone!

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[text] ooh so fresh

[hot_mes]

so a few weeks ago you asked a favor of me and I turned it down. I was thinking it might be time to fulfill it.

[abyssalarcana]

you sure know how to keep me waiting

my place or yours?

[hot_mes]

yeah well things happened. I'm in a good mood.

depends on how private you want it. my place is one of the new houses by the springs, no shared walls with neighbors...

[abyssalarcana]

good im not into pity sex

you have a number on it?

action; 8/6

[circumitus]

Things have been a little too quiet this last week. Even in the wake of that synthetic popping up with intel and the gods apparently now in agreement to provide them with equipment, there's somehow less chaos than Rey would have expected. People say you're supposed to appreciate moments like these, but after a while that peace turns into disquiet, becomes boredom. And what do people do when they're bored?

On Rey's part, she decides to do what she's been doing best these days: Make more booze. It's somehow become a more constructive aspect to her routine than her old regimen, at least back in Chicago. Maybe that's why sitting still in one place for long makes her so damn paranoid. She'd spent years pent up and out of her mind; she'd felt that time take its toll on her in isolation at the synthetic's sky prison when she wasn't even an inmate.

No. What she needs is some air.

Despite the mild chill and light drizzle from the overcast sky, Rey dons on no more layers than her usual grunt getup. It's not provocative by any means, but she does tend to show more skin than one would find comfortable in this temperate weather.

She's carrying a hefty pack over her back. It's empty, but the size is clearly made to house more than the average person can carry up a hill. Fortunately, that does not apply to Rey, as she enters the orchards in search for ingredients and prospects that she can put together for potential future drinks. While she's well aware that she isn't alone, it's not like her to rush towards company when she has a goal in mind. If it's not trying to kill her, then that's good enough for her not to give a shit yet.

[abyssalarcana]

Rey likely comes across signs of Caedra's passage before spotting the demon herself. She's probably seen them before, in fact, whether she realized the cause or not - the blackened, dead vegetation, crumbling to ash at the slightest touch. This patch of it leads off past a row of trees - and Caedra pushes her way out of them as she backtracks. She has a hand wrapped in a kerchief, and a fistful of plants in that, which are shoved into the bag at her hip. She looks up, spots Rey. Smiles. The construct is a far more welcome sight than many here.

"Doing a little gardening?" she asks.

[circumitus]

The deadening of the plants is a problem, but only a mild one to work around. Fortunately the fruit in the trees are mostly safe from the decay, so Rey starts to set her bag down and start gathering...

She can't say Caedra is as welcome a sight as the other way around, but Rey holds her judgment with a steady pokerface.

"Hardly. Just harvesting whatever's ripe enough to make drinks with."

[Audio]

[bespectacledsnake]

My dear, are you busy?

[abyssalarcana]

[Audio is a function she's never actually used, but - oh look there's that button! It's like the video button! It pops up by itself when people want to contact you, how convenient.]

No, in fact I'm dreadfully unbusy. What is it?

[bespectacledsnake]

Well, I hoped to have your company if you were not busy.

I feel some closeness and some wine is called for.

video;

[myrealname]

[immediately following this thread]

Awww, c'mon. Don't be like that.

video

[abyssalarcana]

[Have a raised eyebrow - more irritated than curious.]

Like what? Outspoken? There are days when I try my best to hold my tongue so as to keep some of these miserable people off my back, but today is not one of them.

video

[myrealname]

[a placating tone]

Miserable people like who?

October 1st

[hot_mes]

[not even bothering with a warning or checking text, Law just heads over to Caedra's thorny abode late in the day. Darker skies, nothing else going on, should be just the right time to catch her around. If he has any trouble with any of the home decor, he'll just Shambles his way onto the doorstep to knock.]

[abyssalarcana]

[He is very, very lucky that he knows her well enough to make an attempt at guessing that turns out to be right. She can be so hard to pin down sometimes with her utter disregard for anything that looks like a schedule.

A knock at the door is an unusual thing. She's already looking up when she opens it, being that most people here are at least a little taller than her, she just... looks up more when she sees who it is. Raises an eyebrow, then smiles to herself just a little as she steps back to let him in.]

I'd offer you a drink but I've been having trouble finding anything worth holding onto lately.

[hot_mes]

Hi. No...it's fine. Don't worry about it.

[ah, good, still has enough trust to be allowed to just walk in, no extra pleasantries. good.]

Everything all right?

action; backdated to the memory event

[deviledlegs]

[Today Sanji's been using Law's kitchen to whip up some quick, portable snacks. They may not have much land to explore around here, but having something to eat wherever they end up is still a good idea, even if that place is just the clinic or the park. While he's waiting for the oven to do its thing, he can't help but wander toward Caedra's frozen display.

It still hurts to see her like this. His mind goes straight to Robin, her wide eyes frozen open thanks to Aokiji's devil fruit. Robin... had never deserved that kind of treatment and yet she'd lived with it all her life. Sanji can't speak to Caedra's character, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. Whatever she's done, whatever she may deserve, he still feels nothing but regret looking at her like this.

It's truly painful, not being able to do anything to help. In Robin's case, they had at least been able to thaw her with conventional methods, but-

Wait.

Maybe there is something he can do. What with this new trend of memories flying into other people's heads...

Sanji lifts his hand, hesitant at first. Then he presses his palm to the ice and thinks of Robin again.

Robin, perched handcuffed and miserable on one tower while Sanji and the others stood firm on the other. Robin, her eyes flooded with tears as Usopp shot down the World Government's flag, declaring war. Robin, her voice broken as she screamed as loud as she could.

"I want to live!"

And Luffy, the others, Sanji, as they grinned in triumph, fully prepared for the upcoming battle.

"Let's go!"

He can only hope she feels it in some way, that she knows he's right here. That Law's here too. That things will work out.

Maybe then, he'll have made a difference.]

[abyssalarcana]

[As Sanji's memory is transferred to the woman in ice, her own thoughts rush into him through that point of contact like a wave filling a void in the sea. Swirling, churning chaotic images arise of an immense war between horrific beasts the likes of which the man could never have seen. Their shapes are warped and cruel and bound with iron plating that in some cases seems to emerge directly from their flesh, and they are splattered with red and black gore as with teeth and claws, pikes and swords, they tear at their foes - and in some cases at what looks like friends as well.

In the midst of this disjointed flood of violence that seems to lack any chronology, a calmness comes. The warriors of both forces try to run and cower at the sight of an enormous pair of wings but Caedra stands still, basking in the sudden urge to shed blood and yet also a deeper joy at the approaching figure, who shakes the ground when his hooves touch down on top of bodies both dead and still alive. He stands twenty feet tall from those hooves to the top of his horned head, dwarfing Caedra who just rises to his knee, and as he reaches down a large clawed hand, she steps onto his palm and kisses the rough, crimson skin of his thumb.

It's a brief flash, no more; and as quickly as it transpired, that gentle moment is replaced once again by that of fighting with those warriors, spilling blood and ichor and organs onto the hot rust-colored sands.]

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji doesn't remove his hand even after the vision has ceased. It's a lot to process, and he isn't as quick about it as he wants to be. Though the landscape is overwhelming and its residents no less so, it's Caedra who holds Sanji's full attention while everything takes place. The man who descends may well dwarf all but the dazzling mermaid princess in size, may demand the attention of everyone within the vision, but Sanji couldn't give half a shit about that. The way Caedra looks at him, kisses him so reverently...

There's a hell of a lot more packed into that scene than a simple bit of lust.]

Miss Caedra...

If you show me something like that, I'll get jealous.

[Well. If he was able to receive a memory from her, then that must mean she's received his. Right?

Finally, he lowers his palm from the ice.]

Sweet dreams, Madame.

private text;

[nonscriptum]

so i owe you some spanish lessons, don't i

[abyssalarcana]

you do
i was starting to wonder if i was going to have to force them out of you

[nonscriptum]

no forcing necessary, things have just been a little hectic and you were frozen for a while

i figured intimate discussions of language weren't a priority when you were an ice cube

Action | Valentine's Day!

[glazedonutholes]

[ It's Valentine's Day and Donut's all buttered up into his latest outfit all white feathers and toga garb. He's got his lucky bow and a slew of orders to fill! So, he does what Gods do best - he takes the easy way out. Being a literal Flower God chosen by Heaven Donut's got a few nifty abilities in times like these where he needs to delivery dozen and dozen of bouquets all in one day! He's like Santa Claus! And like Santa Claus he plays the part and dresses up in the good old white and red! One at a time, he picks up each special bouquet and teleports - bike and all - to each person!

One moment she might be at home, at the store, out hunting - wherever she might be Hadriel's local self-appointed Cupid comes a knocking wearing the traditional garb of his brethren sitting atop a decorated bike. ]

Hiya!

I'm the new Cupid in town with a Special Delivery!

[abyssalarcana]

[Hunting is right - looking for the idiot whose name is apparently tattooed on her wrist. But it's early in the search and she's not in a rush.

When she sees the toga, she realizes maybe she ought to be.

She looks him and his ridiculous getup up and down. Well, all right, the flowers themselves are nice, but. Delivery?]

What is this?

[glazedonutholes]

Just a small token of an avid heart~

[ Here he presents her with a passionate display of flowers all pressed softly together by a line of ribbon. ]