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come_sailaway2022-08-29 12:25 am
wimdy) wrote in come_sailaway2022-08-29 12:25 am
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Who: Venti and open /o/
What: laaate post-event thing for him, waking up from a little stress nap and being tiny.
When: near september!
Where: hurikane mostly!
Warnings: none really except maybe coming back from death and trauma-y memories if he talks about that. other than that he’s just a small fairy being an idiot.
[ it's not very responsible of him, but 1) responsibility and 2) venti: pick one. he is actually the kind of person who tends to disappear at occasional moments, sometimes at the most irresponsible times. he's also the kind who could stress-nap entire decades away, so maybe a good couple of days or even a week is being almost responsible for him. there's darkness, then he wakes up in bed rather unexpectedly and painfully by his new roomie. he processes that he's returned to life and rafaela is back and instead of talking to her or going out and checking on other people, why not just... go back to sleep. so he does.
a day later or so, he kind of disappears entirely, like wind invisible that may float away.
and maybe a week after that, the wind may slowly pull himself together. but he is weak, he's not terribly strong, he's rather tired and maybe lost more faith in himself. venti himself hasn't been around in a good while but a fairy-looking thing, something small and white that practically looks like a bird from a distance, would be slowly floating through the ship towards a bar. you can maybe find this creature:
1. fluttering rather dazedly, like a dizzy bee, charting a little path through the ship en route to deck five.
2. it seems to take breaks every so often to simply sit on the ground, or maybe even float to sit tiredly on your shoulder or head if you're nearby and make a nice perch.
3. sitting on the ground staring up at the door to hurikane, looking bemused at how to open it, chirping tiredly at you if you're nearby to please open the door!
4. if he manages to get in the bar, the critter is sitting on the counter making half-hearted little chirps to the ghost bartender who apparently doesn't get the hint that he needs wine.
5. eventually, or maybe a day later or so, venti would find it in himself to transform back and simply be found in hurikane at a table surrounded by bottles. he needs this, he really does.
(6. wildcard/anything else!! i might just make this a catch-all for september too i don't know yet) ]
What: laaate post-event thing for him, waking up from a little stress nap and being tiny.
When: near september!
Where: hurikane mostly!
Warnings: none really except maybe coming back from death and trauma-y memories if he talks about that. other than that he’s just a small fairy being an idiot.
[ it's not very responsible of him, but 1) responsibility and 2) venti: pick one. he is actually the kind of person who tends to disappear at occasional moments, sometimes at the most irresponsible times. he's also the kind who could stress-nap entire decades away, so maybe a good couple of days or even a week is being almost responsible for him. there's darkness, then he wakes up in bed rather unexpectedly and painfully by his new roomie. he processes that he's returned to life and rafaela is back and instead of talking to her or going out and checking on other people, why not just... go back to sleep. so he does.
a day later or so, he kind of disappears entirely, like wind invisible that may float away.
and maybe a week after that, the wind may slowly pull himself together. but he is weak, he's not terribly strong, he's rather tired and maybe lost more faith in himself. venti himself hasn't been around in a good while but a fairy-looking thing, something small and white that practically looks like a bird from a distance, would be slowly floating through the ship towards a bar. you can maybe find this creature:
1. fluttering rather dazedly, like a dizzy bee, charting a little path through the ship en route to deck five.
2. it seems to take breaks every so often to simply sit on the ground, or maybe even float to sit tiredly on your shoulder or head if you're nearby and make a nice perch.
3. sitting on the ground staring up at the door to hurikane, looking bemused at how to open it, chirping tiredly at you if you're nearby to please open the door!
4. if he manages to get in the bar, the critter is sitting on the counter making half-hearted little chirps to the ghost bartender who apparently doesn't get the hint that he needs wine.
5. eventually, or maybe a day later or so, venti would find it in himself to transform back and simply be found in hurikane at a table surrounded by bottles. he needs this, he really does.
(6. wildcard/anything else!! i might just make this a catch-all for september too i don't know yet) ]
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she's seen mizuki's keychain memento, has been told of venti's alternate form. arguably she knows what she's looking at. but the in person manifestation of a sprite looks just different enough when animated that, in addition to her own barely contained waves of an existential crisis and the sudden surprise of being ripped from studying text and geometric symbols, that it doesn't compute. leaves her just... staring at the thing flitting around the tables, humidifier, and whiskey shelves. what is that?
...well, only one thing to do about confusion and mystery, and that's try to catch the object of it with her bare hands, right? absolutely standing on top of tables and chairs if she has to in order to reach it. )
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the creature blinks pale eyes up at her. dimly in the back of his mind of course he recognizes, 'oh it's clarke' but...
he's rather tired. he doesn't really feel like doing much at all. even trying to get alcohol is kind of like practically force of habit. he makes a muted little chirp before sitting in her hands placidly, not very energetic at all. ]
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curiosity reigns, and is quickly sated the harder she looks at the tired creature she holds. )
Oh, Barbatos... ( sighed and pitying. it suddenly feels like she's holding something very precious in her hands, like he'd break if she faltered in the slow return to her table. like he'd vanish, flicker out of existence like a light. and even on a ship with regeneration mechanics, that's a thought that tugs at her general fear of losing people. ) What happened to you?
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dying for the third time, maybe. which, maybe that’s one more than her now? not to compare something like this at all and he does make a concerted effort to try not to linger on it, to try to brush past it emotionally, to try to be stronger and come through it as intact as he could with varying amounts of success, but perhaps this instance was bad. it speaks to a weakness he’d tried not to acknowledge, that he tends towards avoidance, towards drinking, towards sleeping entire decades or centuries away to recover himself.
despite knowing how unreliable he is he does want to be. but now he simply droops his wings and sits tiredly, simply not feeling up to doing much at all. surely someone or something unworthy of worship or reliance. ]
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clarke asks her question and waits for an answer even she realizes isn't coming. a swirl of assumptions flits through her mind, most of them horrendous and probably close to spot on. last time they'd met after death, venti'd seemed a shaken mess, but he hadn't reverted back to a tiny, fragile form. was this venture worse than the battle royale for him? had he lost someone close to him? well, she knew jinx survived, and mizuki had been fighting alongside ebalon when she'd left, the two of them seemed to be doing fine. so did that mean...
resuming her seat at a back corner table, clarke lowers cupped hands to the polished tabletop, then lets them part until the tiny barbatos is gently tumbled onto lacquered wood. then she hunches forward herself, a hand flat on the edge of the surface, an chin resting on the back of her wrist. close to eye level as they can get, and despite very little feedback from the sprite form, she keeps talking. asking. pressing. )
What do you need? Can I help?
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his little pale eyes go to the shelves of liquor above tauva’s bar. a hopeful-sounding chirp, as he flutters a wing towards the bottles.
y e a h.
he wants to stress drink himself into blacking out or something even as a little fairy. look, he needs this. maybe. for a certain value of ‘need’, laughably. ]
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They won't serve me.
( an inappropriate throwback to their conversation set in a bar about killing gods. that time, she'd ultimately stolen his wine bottle to cut him off, but ended up swigging from it herself. casting a glance around the establishment now, though, there's no one else around to even consider asking. which had been the reason she chose this spot, and yet is now to her utter detriment. )
Do you want me to get — ( mizuki? nah, he's just a year shy, right? jinx? maybe on a particular cold day in hell would clarke reach out to the other girl willingly, but she's also under 21. ebal — nope, not even going to consider. which leaves clarke running through her own list of comparable adults with zero reservations and that'll eventually land on: )
— someone else? Sharky Boshaw would probably order a drink for me, and not ask too many questions. ( the second part being key. )
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it seems she really did find and identify his true self now. not some silly braided bard, not a winged deity with even a bare amount of charisma, just a small wisp that’s gathered enough elemental power to be above a single strand of wind. and he still craves wine. he considers her offer and… it’s nice of her, but maybe it’d just be too much trouble to inconvenience more people just to get him drunk. as much as he wants it, it’s dramatic but maybe he just wants to not exist for a while, and sleeping or drinking and blacking out might be as close as he could get to it.
he shakes his head. then just kind of… flops over and rests his head against her palm. maybe he doesn’t really feel like doing anything at all, very productively. ]
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he flops against her hand and silence stretches, venti dreaming of sleep and peace while clarke blinks at him, then lifts her head to scan the entryway to tauva for anyone who may pass by and be able to help somehow. but no strikingly capable figures come into view, so she's ultimately drawn back to staring at her hands and —
tentatively raises two fingers to pet along his back. a little like one would handle a newborn kitten, light and gentle. a strained attempt at comfort, he seems so sleepy and the urge to hum a lullaby is humming in her chest until it's quashed. )
I can take you back to your room if you want.
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so he shakes his head to the offer, but there’s a small almost half-whistling, half-purring sound coming from his tiny body as he’s petted. oh, that feels nice. not in an odd way honest, an elemental fairy like him isn’t anything close to biological or anything, but the comfort of being a little cared for is… warm. and from a believer, and someone he trusts rather well. ]