btwn us and the weeds we make one entire incineroar

[crittersheep]

WHO: ROSE
WHERE: ROSE
WHEN: POST-WRESTLING / ARSON MATCH

shiny new barn post ☆

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[wants_the_phd]

[Azdaja and Angie walk into a barn. Or, rather, around the back of the barn to Rose's private hot spring. They're linked together with fuzzy handcuffs and are on a mission to remove them.]

[Azdaja also has a dead flower on her head. who knows why. Probably nothing, don't worry about it.]

[finalbows]

Every time it falls away, it's born again to die...
I really must say, I'm wondering why.

[ nudges a bit of withered azdaja flower that's fallen on the ground with his shoe. ]

...Curiosity regardless, let's make haste,
Rather than let our evening turn a waste,

As I recall, how the saying goes...
"Ladies first," won't you, my Wild Rose?

[wants_the_phd]

[Now that they've made it some distance from the ritual, the feelings from the emotionshare bracelet start to filter through. Now that she's standing at the edge of the water, uncertain what she's about to see, she is starting to feel some small amount of trepidation and low-key regret about suggesting this. But why? The worst thing she could possibly see is something embarrassing, but it's not like she has any dignity to lose anyway, right?]

Are you sure? I'm so much more interested in seeing one of yours...

1/2

[finalbows]

<sub>[ crosses his legs. he's got her bracelet on his ankle, the same way she wore it, because ofc he does, and the opening trickle of info immediately brightens his mood. formless anxiety, anticipation... her outer facade is always so unflappable, feeling the shape of what's beneath is so...

fun.

the water ripples from an unseen force. ]</sub>

If you insist, I can blaze the way.
I never say no, to attention paid.
Though it only does borrow a delay...
To your part, of our bargain, made.

2/3

[finalbows]

[ does a little sleight of hand trick with his coin before tossing it in. ]

3/4

[finalbows]

[ what plays is a memory of angie on an airship, plotting mutiny.

she can feel him realize what memory this is as soon as the word "easy" comes out of his own mouth. a brief sinking sensation, then resignation, and a rueful wistfulness. a little bit of bitter humor, that swells as soon as he sees--

His past self, descending to the same platform Azdaja had experienced herself-behind-his-eyes getting her limbs broken and broken on. And rhe man who'd done it direly injured, already forced to a kneel. ]

4/4

[finalbows]

[ he lures his brother and his friends into a pitched battle, that he throws himself into with an unusual gusto-- that he stays and stays and stands his ground through, to the point of being severely bloodied. and then, at the point there's a real flash of fear in his eyes, a split second acknowledgement that he might not get out of this, that he's at last bitten off more than he can chew--

they see him Trance, for the first time in his life. And Angel Devil in that moment closes his eyes, and lets himself feel it all again. The body rush. The exhilaration, the vindication, the manic joy and relief that this last plan, this final plot after which he had absolutely nothing left, had worked.


And in the moment of his ultimate triumph, the scene dissolves, and they are both left with the knowledge that it didn't last much more than that.

Angie gives a soft, wordless huff in the silence right after. He's. Glad they decided somewhere private. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Curiosity overtakes her anxiety (JUST AS PLANNED).]

I've seen you do that before. Why does that happen? What am I looking at?

[strateelgic]

[Having given himself the idea earlier, Levi is now out on the lawn manipulating vines into the shape of a small gazebo.]

[finalbows]

What's the occasion? Just an urge to create?
Or something larger~? A quest took up, of late?

[strateelgic]

[Levi freezes up for a moment. Do they both have the rhyming curse? Oh dear.

Angie is rhyming with himself. The merman had been rhyming with whoever spoke to him. Can he do it the other way?]

I had thought to make something nice for our priest.
It's good to practice with this sort of building, at least.

[finalbows]

Another perk of being ours; one's palms getting greased.
After so many hours, I'd thought you'd give her a feast.

But a... shelter? A sunshade? Tell me your intent.
I see the bones of its shape, but not where it will have went.

[strateelgic]

Perhaps a hammock on which to rest and a roof above her head,
None of which is a replacement for a room or a real bed.

But do you think I've left her hungry? Did she seem discontent?
I'll drop it all if the kitchen is where my time would be better spent.

[electricflock]

[knock knock there's a muffin at the door]

[remember the pin swap ritual? he's in his outfit from that, with a rose and a daffodil pin on his sweater.]

[finalbows]

[ a red sheep _(Temperance) opens the door, looks up at him, clearly dazzled--

turns around and BLEATS LOUDLY TO THE BARN OVER AND OVER


Other red sheep appear to come stare, gathering up to crowd the doorframe ]

[electricflock]

[laughs, FLATTERED, and gives the sheep a curtsy]

Hi Temperance, hi everyone. Is Angel Devil in?

[finalbows]

[ the sheep repeatedly nudge each other, until a Chosen One _(Torment) finally gives in and peels off from the group to go knock on Angie's door. ]

[ ... ]

[ ... ]

[ he opens it up a crack with a blanket very fashionable oversized cape slung around him and a caustic comment ready. sees the hubbub at the door. sees the muffin at the door. eyebrows go up in an appreciative scan as he gives up whatever he was saying.

nearly drops his blanket. ]

My word. That time? One moment!

[ door... closes.


--Hey angie had HORNS? ]

[lustfall]

[ strolls in with a gatordawg and a head full of leaves. nothing magical about it ]

— Was there another ritual?

[finalbows]

[ wordlessly places down the Rachel the red Baattle Baabe sheep figurine in front of him


she looks like she's been shaved to look like she's wearing a bikini made of her own wool


explains nothing ]

[lustfall]

[ how tall is Rachel the red Baattle Baabe ]

[finalbows]

[ like



one funko pop tall I guess. Cass help ]

[poisonista]

[ You all look thoroughly busy and so he shall be sneaking back to his room before he says anything else.

This may not be entirely successful, but he'll try. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[jiiiiiiii]


Are you avoiding me?

[poisonista]

I'm trying to avoid everyone not just you-

Damn it!!

[wants_the_phd]

...But why?