⬣//A BRIEF REPRIEVE

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>>Look at me.

⬣//BREATHE. EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.

This is your Official™ catch-all log for the month of November. While the boss battles rage on, those of you who are looking to disengage from combat and kick your feet up for a spell can do so here.

Post your open prompts in this post. Closed starters may also be posted here or on @Altimit, but all open posts belong here in this log. Lawbreakers will be bent over the modly knee and paddled into compliance. Thank you.

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[ganymed]

Sometime around or Post-Magus (0koto) Post

i. silent nights; (netslum)

[ Finally, Ganymede goes to Net Slum, probably dragging familiar faces with him (or encouraging) at some point, but he doesn't like doing so when its crowded, when there are a lot taking advantage of the services.

So when it's quieter, he stops by, perhaps once again, to grab some painkillers. If somebody approaches, he turns, a genuine questioning look on his face. ]

What?

ii. dreadful nights; (treffpunkte mall, two prompts)

[ Ganymede makes his arrival, has pretty much no intentions of declaring what he's about to do, with flowers in hands, but tosses flowers at a particular point, letting them fall.

He's always wanted to do a collaboration. Regardless, he collects the lyrics he recalls used at the previous funeral, and begins to dance. Mostly for himself but in a public place regardless as he sings a song of remembrance:

Ialémos

Voices laugh, their reach scattered by a turbulent storm,
Alongside the ray of light that spreads vows with its reach.
Almost obscured by the night's radiance, there was hope,
Faded almost still, but apparent by a song.

A scattered dream, a lonely phantom;
A radiant female's bright singing voice reaches out,
Bringing to life eternal that happiness to many who lend her ear,
Even if scattered forever by ashes.

He finishes his send-off song and dance, this time more final than the one given at the last celebration.

Just like this, he can finally begin to move on, to accept what happened, even if the pain will linger.

After that, he can be found at the food court, eating pizza. ]

...Want some?

iii. lunar eclipse; (moon tree)

[ Ganymede arrives here not just because the jukebox is present.

He sighs when Kaede asks about the request for the quest. Really, he doesn't see how offering any prayers can do any good. But, he has been faithful. He doesn't recall all the gods, though thanks to a certain battle with a certain memory, Ganymede isn't at a loss.

'Oh goddess above,
Let Zelkova know this:

We're fine,
And we're going to delete Cubia's ass.'

He looks at Kaede, claps his hands like a job well done, and will move along. Not his damn problem anymore. ]

If it actually reaches him, I'll be surprised.

iv. disappointment and revelation; (fine wine)

[ Ganymede can be seen making food in the kitchen. He looks somewhere between annoyed and like he's concentrating. ]

If you want something, you better speak up.

[ Okay then. ]

v. uncharted waters; (shrine dungeons)

[ Ganymede seems back to normal, perhaps, if he's at one of the Shrine Dungeons, trying to fish.

And no, this isn't for the quest, obviously. He doesn't care about that, he just wants his normal fish, thanks. But he is concentrating very hard. ]

...If you disturb me and I lose a fish, I'll be cross with you.

vi. wild card;

[ None of the above. Feel free to hit my plotting post up or DM me on discord for anything not in these prompts. ]

closed to Brambles ~ Bygone Days Not Yet Lost: ΘFrozen Running Partier

[ganymed]

[ It has been a wild month, to the point that everything seems like a blur. From unfortunate revelations, to malevolent intentions, and then deeper contemplations still. But, even if they all emerged one less of their number, they're still all alive.

Ganymede doesn't consider himself the type to spread his wings to every face he sees, though for familiar faces, he certainly does make an effort.

He sends a trivial party request over to a certain other Macabre Dancer, asking for him to meet up at Kühl Skating Rink.

Once Brambles comes along, he will give a little wave. It's a peaceful setting, without much chance for disturbances. So, it can't be too bad. ]

...I just wanted to talk.

What have you been up to lately, with everything? Have you been holding up okay?

[dapples]

[ Seeing Ganymede is a breath of fresh air amisdt the anxiety he has been experiencing over everything. In some ways - he's doing okay. He has friends here, and his partner. But in others ... things aren't so great.

On instinct, he seems content when he waves back, although his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]

Hey ... yeah, I'm not too bad. I'm fine. [ Well, not really. ]

How's everything going on with you...?

[ganymed]

[ The struggle of having to persist in a world that is trying its hardest to get at you in various ways is honestly so real.

Though, it's easy to tell that Brambles isn't exactly in top gear. So he's blinking softly, leaning against one of those walls nearby the skating rink after the wave. He doesn't quite address it just yet, planning on maybe circling back to it after his answer. ]

Well, I'm still in one piece, so that's one good thing.

[ ... He is not good at being casual, though, given his comment, aha. So he decides to speak a little further. ]

To be honest, sometimes hard to tell. But, I feel decent enough. A lot's happened, some of it really bad, but also...really good too. You've heard about the battles with the Phases? Maybe?

...I've been lucky, I think. To at least protect someone important to me. So, even if it's rough, that's why I feel okay. Even if I couldn't do that for someone else.

[ Uta, he means. But, he ended up being able to protect Michel. And he has been working on his own grief, moving past that at his own pace. ]

Wildcard Mall Hangout

[threatmewted]

[Shoka can be seen in the mall on this day, too - sporting a casual look since she's off shift (aka boss battles).]

Oh- hey, Gany. Taking a break too?

[ganymed]

[ Off-shift things are happening indeedy. Sometimes some real R&R is what everybody needs, right? He hasn't exactly put on anything newish just yet, but we can say he's hanging around one of the clothing stores observing some clothing on racks and whatnot. Though, in his hands, he also happens to have this, maybe scoping it out. A recent purchase! ]

Yeah, I am. I was thinking about adding something to my collection other than what I recently got from the store, but...I haven't decided what else.

[ Though, a sudden thought occurs to him. What about... ]

...How about we pick out new clothing for each other or make recommendations? It could be fun?

[threatmewted]

What is this, a surprise team-building exercise?

[Though she doesn't sound opposed.]

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede is in a better mood later on when this is happening, so he actually smiles a little over at Shoka. ]

That's right. A surprise team-building exercise with fashion!

[ ...Also he really loves looking good, so he's excited. No memory loss is going to take away that aspect anytime soon, nyeh. ]

Sooo, how about it?

[threatmewted]

You know what? Sure, I'm down.

[She's not in the worst mood - she hasn't been close to most the Waves outside of Barrett - so she's certainly got the energy to try on some looks.

Off to the clothing store!]

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede can't claim the same. He lost Uta, though he also was able to keep Michel. But still, he has time to mull over those feelings already, and treasure who he still happens to have with him.

Now he's searching through some more fabrics, looking back at her, and then said fabrics once they get further into the clothing store.

He holds up something, more or less, let us say...punk-style. Mall's probably got at least a shirt or two back shirts with a skull on the front. ]

What do you think of this?

[threatmewted]

[She levels him with a look that practically screams "are you serious?"]

Is that what you think my style is?

[ganymed]

[ Looks back with an expression that reads 'Yep' ]

Yes?

[ Though his eyes do land on some other ones, like a black skirt with chains, black jacket, some black trenchcoats with Nomura-level belts. He silently points to those next. ]

[threatmewted]

[Just giving him an "I can't believe you" look.]

Bzzzt, wrong.

[ganymed]

Hmhmhm...

[ Looking at her, blinking once, twice.

Theeeen he'll be slowly picking out a big black hoodie with some white bears on it, then just for funsies, a pink shirt with a cat face on it, smiling at her innocently. Now he's just messing around. ]

...If none of these fit, you could always tell me what's your actual preference in colors and design?

[threatmewted]

For one thing, graphic tees? Absolutely not.

Dark colors, but some pink's okay. Street clothes, but nothing too basic.

[Descriptive, right?]

[ganymed]

[ Pulls out something like this, just imagine no logos or the words 'impressionism' on it. ]

Something like this, to start with?

[threatmewted]

...

You know, this might go faster if I just pick out something for you instead.

[ganymed]

Okay?

You can choose some stuff and I'll see if I like it. Though, I can still try to pick out things for you too.

[ He holds up some stockings. Black and white, one that is pure black, and another that is black with three pink stars on the side.

What will she start to pick out for him? ]

[threatmewted]

What are your preferences?

[She'll start looking through the racks.]

[ganymed]

[ He stares to pick up jackets, hoddies, black, black-pink, magenta, some more tights with either colors, pants, skirts, the like. ]

I like a variety of blues a lot. So you can start there.

Something fit and snug too. [ Pause...a little thoughtful before he adds: ] No restrictions on any kind of clothing, I guess.

[threatmewted]

Snug... like what, athletic-wear? Or something more formal?

[Though she is gravitating towards the blues now.]

closed to Justy - Remembrance. . .and Preparation (for the future)

[ganymed]

[ Right away, it goes up in a flash — following the culmination of the latest battle in which only a certain number of them have borne witness. The conclusion presented out there for all to see, and it is unexpected — Ganymede still anticipates Fandaniel to annoy everyone by joking that he has been alive and well this entire time.

But, it's not the kind of thing that he actually, firmly believes will happen. Still, he considers the possibility anyway, when he meets up again with Justy, the howling winds of the Root Town of Unknown Origin unforgiving even now. Soon to have another memorial tab join the rest. But before that, he asks: ]

...Which ones do you think would suit him best?

[ He means, the flowers. Ganymede's face tilts slightly at the other, to try to get a read, though he also presses — ]

How are you taking all of this?

[tylorific]

[ Before the fights, Justy had spread himself thin. Buoyed by socializing, joking, lightening things like only the distraction of laughing at someone else could accomplish. The fights, the losses, and the restlessness of being injured took a quiet toll on Justy. Time spent smiling around everyone crumbled to more time spent wandering. Still waving concern off with a dismissive wave or physical affection, he always finds a smile for others anyway. And if anyone had noticed the odd stray flowers or food left before the tabs, so far he's claimed no responsibility.

Justy has looked better; has looked worse too. His scrapes and bandaged head mark him as an escapee from the infirmary, but his leg is fortunately healed enough to support him now. Booted from foot to below the knee, it doesn't seem to slow him down much as he squats down to some flowers before holding some up. ]

Well, these ones are pretty, aren't they?

[ They remind him of something. But he doesn't know the meaning of hydrangeas anymore, or flowers that resemble them here. He is still looking at the flowers when Gany presses, when he answers too lightly with a question of his own as he busies himself picking more flowers instead of being serious-- ]

Hm? What do you mean?

[ganymed]

[ Honestly...Ganymede is glad to see that Justy can more or less move on his own — now more than ever. Anyway, he understands he isn't the best when it comes to looking after people, but he does try his best — not to overextend himself, he thinks.

There's a lot of battles he's had to fight, so it isn't like he's going around, checking on everyone. Just, the people knows — Justy included.

The Unamed Root Town has flowers of its own, easy to be spotted, collected for a myriad purposes — Windblooms or Pixies or the like. He peeks to see what he has gathered for a closer inspection. ]

...I think those would do just fine.

[ Ganymede hasn't paid much mind to names of flowers from the other side, likely having lost some knowledge there as well — except for the stark white Peonies that decorate his clothing. That said, he resists barely crossing his arms, looking at the new memorial marker with Fandaniel's name on it, before back at Justy. ]

I mean — a lot of stuff's happened, right? So, how are you taking it all? Does it feel heavy? Like you want to scream? Punch someone in the face? Laugh it off? ...Like that.

[tylorific]

[ Justy's smile remains, through the happy hum of Gany's approval. He is busy twisting the ends, gaze remaining on the flowers in his hands when he answers. ]

Oh, sure, plenty of stuff happened. But that's life, isn't it? Full of bad things, and good things too.

[ He's brought simple wraps of whatever is possible, to make them more of a bouquet this time. Fingers surprisingly careful for once, his voice is airy, too light. There are no memories to back up any of his words, but there is an unwavering confidence in them anyway. ]

No matter what, we should enjoy it while we've got one.

[ One bouquet complete, he rests his chin in one palm to smile up at Gany from where hes still squatting. ]

What about you?