Let's Play 20 Questions

[trainmasters]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 30, afternoon
Where: the Aurora

[Though the sun should be high in the air, just after noon the sky clouds over, and a steady drizzle begins. While gloomy, it's not particularly harsh, and the warm weather means you might even enjoy being out in it! In fact, the relatively thin and patchy clouds mean you may seem rainbows here and there. It's quite nice, really -- except, that is, that there are now tiny frogs everywhere. Near the train they're safe, but closer to the corrupt areas they're toxic.

At the same time, you hear the jingle associated with an official message from your Chain -- the usual "newbie time" balloon animation and text:]

WELCOME NEW HEROES

[This round's new blood are waking up in their rooms, in the usual nondescript undies or team pyjamas.

For the first hour or so, it seems that'll all that'll happen today. But then there's that all too familiar Trial feeling...

...Aaaand a flashy pink convertible has arrived in the clearing. It's followed up by another message:]

Hello, everyone. Your ever-grateful Prince speaking. It's been awhile and we've got some new faces, so I'm here to answer a few questions.

Buut to spare myself a little, I'm limiting it to one question per hero. I'll tell the truth, no matter what you ask, as long as it's at all reasonable! After that though, I reserve the right to cut you off -- but I won't, probably, if you play nice.

Sooo, how about you come outside and see me?

[Message sent, Cardamom gets out of his car and unfurls a big, incredibly sparkly silver umbrella. It looks like the most intensely holographic nail polish you can buy, and the raindrops only make it worse.]

[[OOC NOTES: As the monthly prompts, the rain and frogs will continue until next month's placements. You can find more info on them in the announcements over here!

If you want to tag Cardamom, there's a toplevel here. If you have any questions, please ping the mods via the q&a. Thank you!]]

Comments

[voreaciously]

A) [80H can be found in Jasmine, preparing lunch.]

B) [Someone is at the beach in Jasmine garb and blindfolded. She's in the water, though not far, it only comes up to a little above her ankles, with her back turned towards the shore.

She is, perhaps, less interesting than what is happening with the water and the rain.

Her hands move through the air, her fingers curling and arching and flexing. It is not so unlike a conductor in front of a band, and, in turn, indistinct, beautiful shapes glowing with blue iridescence rise from the sea and funnel down from the gathering rain, but, before long, they become things. People. Shifting fluidly from one form to the next seamlessly.

A dancer en pointe. A warrior wielding a naginata. A galloping horse. A jellyfish ambling through the air.]

B

[nihilmancy]

[There's polite clapping from behind her- Hlasoh is levitating her umbrella in place beside her for cover.]

Almost as impressive as your baking.

[voreaciously]

[The constructs hold in place.]

Ah, pardon me. I was simply...being.

[But her mouth quirks at that a little.]

Thank you, you are too kind, Miss Hlasoh.

[nihilmancy]

We all need to sometimes. Would you like to see something a bit less impressive?

[voreaciously]

[She turns around properly as she speaks and, ah, the rain is leaving very little to the imagination with the way her clothes cling to her. Thankfully, the bunched nature of her top helps a little in that regard.]

Certainly, though I am certain it is rather impressive. Shall I leave the water?

[nihilmancy]

[Resolutely staring ahead- 80H is undeniably lovely, but it would be rude to stare.]

Just let me have some rain.

[And the air shimmers as she creates a dome shaped shield of force just above the water, drops of rain sliding off the the side of it and into the sea. It's like a bell of water, and it shimmers with the iridescent light of the shield. After a few seconds it collapses.]

See? Nothing so impressive, I'm afraid- but our arts are quite different.

[voreaciously]

[Amane can create shields of her own, but that hardly matters, it is the novelty in it being someone else from another world, presumably, that holds her attention. (Worlds are very big, it would be odd not to guess that sometimes someone may be from the same place, but this magic does not feel familiar to her.

Still.)]

They are, and that is fine. It is lovely all the same, good work.

[nihilmancy]

[She smiles slightly.]

Thank you. Ah, that's the most I can take advantage of the rain, in any case. I have not really considered using my magic for artistic purposes.

Ah, it's really beautiful.

[voreaciously]

Ah, it is more of a dalliance, really. I am not much in the way of performing or creators who use their magic professionally. I thank you, nonetheless. [Offering a small bow.]

Are you hampered by the rain?

[nihilmancy]

Hm, well, it looks quite dazzling to me in any case.

No, I just do not like getting wet.

[voreaciously]

...You are too kind. Thank you.

[It is impossible to see between the rain and distance, but her cheeks grow faint pink. Still, she dips her head a little, shyly.]

Ah. Not fond of the water, then?

[Can't relate.

Absolutely cannot relate.]

[nihilmancy]

I like water, just not getting rained on. You should get back inside before too long- you might catch a cold like this.

[voreaciously]

I am immune to adverse effects from low temperatures. I also do not catch colds; I am not human. Should you not return inside?

B. For NOW.

[bad_crowmance]

[ That's really impressive and Crow takes a moment to admire what she's doing before he applauds. ]

but or how looooong

[voreaciously]

[Instead of freezing, she waves her hands a little and her "performers" curtsy alongside her, before falling back into the water, losing their shape, cohesion, and glow.

She turns around and, ah, well, her skirt is thankfully very layered, so her modesty remains, but her top is a bit more of a complicated matter. It doesn't entirely cling to her like a second skin thanks to being bunched, but matters are a bit obvious.

She curls a wet lock of hair behind her ear, though her bun remains immaculate, done too tightly at the back to be bothered by the pour.]

Thank you, you have been a wonderful audience.

[Her face is a bit pink--she did not intend for this, really, but she could feel his presence at the back of her mind and did not wish to stop.]

NOT VERY

[bad_crowmance]

[ Matters are a bit obvious and his eyes are glued to her chest for a moment before he tears his gaze away to look at her eyes. Blindfold. Whatever. ]

Thank you, thank you. I do my best. Actually, I've been looking for you.

[voreaciously]

[Her mouth quirks, not quite a smile, but it is, perhaps, the nearest thing he will have seen on her before she taps to the side of her eyes.

Her eyes are here, Crow.

But she doesn't seem bothered, upset, nor bashful in the slightest. Because she is not not. Hard to be after this long.]

Have you, now? [She tilts her head.] Is everything alright?

[bad_crowmance]

[ It would help if you showed them once in a while---

But beyond curiousity, it actually doesn't bother him that she walks around blindfolded most of the time. He grins when she taps at the side of her head, though. ]

Everything's fine. More than fine.

[ He pulls out his chain for a moment and waves it around before putting it back in his pocket and jerking his head towards the train. ]

Just, you know... thought you might want to check how things are doing inside.

[voreaciously]

[use your words and ask, maybe, crow. you can for everything else.]

Nothing is on fire, I hope.

[She sighs, like she might be used to this, but she's certain Crow would sound more urgent about it if it were an emergency.



Probably.

But she is mostly joking, considering he said everything is fire (though the repetition is susp--

wait.

Waaaaaaait.)]

What is inside, Crow-san?

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow's grin grows more lascivious. ]

You're a clever girl. I'm sure you can guess.

[voreaciously]

[She is too excited to be sexy right now--her brows upward and her lips part with curiosity and delighted surprise.]

Is it here? Finally? Have you seen it?

[bad_crowmance]

Saw the door, figured I'd wait for you to check out the inside.

[ So let's GO, his tone implies. ]

[voreaciously]

[She is very quickly running out of the water and slipping on her sandals in as dignified a manner as she can before running to his side--

and pulling him into a deep kiss.

It is raining, after all. She needs to for the bucket list.

But even if Crow might be colder because of it, she remains Soft and Warm. Sweet, even amidst the sea salt.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ The salt just makes the warmth and taste her lips that much sweeter. He drags her in closer, his hand at the small of her back as he responds eagerly-- hungrily, even. It's a pity her hair is bound in that tight bun, he'd love to wrap his fingers in those silken strands. But this is more than pleasant enough on its own. ]

[voreaciously]

[She does not want this to go forever here. Oh, certainly, she is not opposed; she is beyond comfortable where she is, the rain falling on them both, cool, cleansing, refreshing, as though kindly permitting all the filth that is yet to come with its wonderful blessing.

The energy she has from being out here, entirely in her element makes her feel...

well, randy.

And she draws Crow's bottom lip into a slow suck before letting it go in a lewd pop. She follows with a whisper by his ear, her voice carrying just fine amidst the noise of the rain and waves alike.]

I wish to lick all the rain off your skin.