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Event Fourteen.

Roses bloom and cease to be,
But we shall the Christ-child see.

t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out.

There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see.

But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out.

Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over.

Welcome to Awash's fourteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs for this event, but please keep in mind the lack of laptop function during this event when it comes to forum posts!

If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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( a - dashing through the snow knights )
[ Getting transported to some mysterious, spooky ice palace? Bad.

Getting transported to some mysterious, spooky ice palace loaded with ice knights? Worse.

Fortunately, ice and fire don't mix very well, with fire coming out on top in the equation. Needless to say, Yata hasn't had much trouble with the knights thus far. So when he sees someone being hassled by one of them, he doesn't hesitate to deal with the thing by giving it a fireball to the face, followed up by a drive-by baseball bat to the head.

Regardless of whether or not that took care of the issue, it buys them some time. Time Yata uses to look to the person he just rescued. ]

That thing didn't hurt you, did it?

( b - baby, it's cold inside )
Psst! Hey!

[ So people are acting pretty weird today, and Yata's genuinely not sure what to make of it. Still, he's not the sort that can just leave someone who looks to be in trouble alone. So he'll just focus on more physical problems he can contend with. Like jail!

That's why he's 'stealthily' trying to get someone's attention from where he peers around the dungeon door. As soon as he has their attention, and as soon as he's sure there's no guards around, he steps into plain view. ]

Back up a little. I'm gonna start a fire.

[ Yata is the best at helping. ]

( c - you're as cold as ice )
[ Once again, there's a snow knight attacking someone. But this time around, Yata... doesn't seem to care. He's turns to watch the fight, or perhaps to watch someone dash past him, or maybe he'll even see them get grabbed and dragged toward the dungeon. Whatever the situation, though... ]

Come on... can't you do this somewhere else?

[ It's too much of a pain to bother with. Especially when he's so cold. ]

1: Waking up is hard to do

[ He'd have mistaken the way he's currently feeling for a hangover, except there's no liquor in the village, that he's been able to obtain. His bed feels terribly hard, and he’s freezing. He's had bouts of feeling chilled to his core for the last week, but this is the worst. He plucks at his blanket, but it seems to be missing for some reason. Therefore he’s sleepily going to be grabbing and cuddling the warmest thing within reach, which is you. ]

2: Ice sculpture (closed to Pyra)

[ Constructed entirely of ice, every part of this castle glitters, illuminated by the long rays of the winter sunshine. Inside, all light is tinged an eerie, glacial blue, which somehow manages to make more beautiful all of the intricate decorations. But one such decoration, a piece of statuary, doesn’t seem to fit in. It’s a figure of a man, clad in a cross-collared shirt and trousers. He is seated on the floor against a diamond-patterned ice wall. One leg is pulled up, the other extended, and his head lolls forwards, with his long locks of hair hanging down like icicles. Wei Wuxian's magical ice shard was very near to his heart to begin with, and now he has frozen over entirely. ]

3: Ice sculpture part two ~~electric boogaloo~~ (open to all)

[ This fellow isn’t frozen over, but he sure looks close to it. He’s motionless, and while he hasn’t yet turned to ice, snow is sticking to his hair and his clothes. He’s perched on one side of an ice bench, with a perfect amount of room for another person to sit close beside him. His hair is swept away from his cheek and he’s sitting with his head tilted. His expression is one of heavy-lidded coy melancholy, and his lips are slightly pursed. Don’t you want to kiss this guy? He’s not faking or anything, honest! ]

4: Busted

Heeeeeey! Let me ooooooout!

[ Wei Wuxian is wailing, trapped behind bars, alone in the dungeon. Was he imprisoned by the knights? Hmmm. In any case, he alternates between reaching through the bars and straining towards the keyring placed just out of reach; sending spiritual energy through his palms and trying to melt the walls; and loudly whining. ]

I’m sorry, okay! I’m sorrrrrry! I really am! I’ve learned my lesson, so please let me out!

[ Wait, why is he apologizing? What did he do? Pitifully, he whines: ]

It’s c-c-c-c-cold in here!

5: Smash the throne (For more information about the throne as the source of malevolent energy in the castle see mod comment here. ICly this happens on day 6 of the event.)

CLAP!

Ssssssssssss…..

[ If you happen to set foot in the throne room, you might find a man sticking little rectangular pieces of paper to the ice throne and clapping. The papers catch fire and there’s a whole lot of hissing and….. not much else. They fizzle and go out. He plucks a cloth bag from his sleeve and opens it, first scrabbling inside and then turning it upside down and dumping it out. ]

Ugh. I’m out.

[ He stuffs the bag back into his sleeve and sighs, blowing this long bangs out of his face. He kicks the throne—and hurts his foot. He hops up and down holding it, and promptly slips on the ice. ]

You!

[ He’s sprawled on the ground, but as soon as he catches sight of you, his head comes up and he’s on his feet once more, scrambling and sliding over to you and grabbing your arm, while happily chattering: ]

Come here, come here! Got any powers? Give me a hand with this, come on!

6: All he's missing is a pole

So hot!

[ It's cold. It's still really, really cold. But this guy is trying to undo his sash and untie his shirt. It takes him a while, because for some reason his fingers aren't working the way they should.

His reward (?) for destroying the throne was a sensation of comfort and warmth. It was the best he'd felt since being transported to this wretched, frosty castle—until hypothermia set in, because he isn't actually warm. Like many hypothermic people, he's become confused, mistaking the sensation of freezing to death for being overheated. Thus, he's taking off all his clothes. ]

Ha! Muuuuuuch better.

[ His shirt's off and now he's reaching for his trousers. Somebody stop this guy. Please. ]

[ Fushimi's fighting of the snow knights is a little half-hearted -- it's a battle he knows he can win, so it isn't interesting or fun. True to form, he's moving pretty lazily when he's attacked, throwing out a knife in a burst of red aura that immediately starts to melt the knight. He'd have been set, except that Yata speaks and sounds... like Fushimi, and so Fushimi's attention breaks for a second.

It doesn't last long: the second the knight manages to break through Fushimi's barrier, he just clicks his tongue and pours out enough raw power -- in a very "once I was in HOMRA, no really" move -- that the hallway even starts to defrost just a little.

Once the knight is reduced to water, Fushimi steps over to Yata looking furious (to mask the concern). ]

What the hell, Misaki?

[ i. hey guys let’s go out!!! ]

[ a. ]
[ Let it not be said she doesn’t put the effort in. Nearly the moment she wakes up Vriska is finding a way out of this ice palace, swapping to her god tier duds and pulling up her hood for whatever meager protection that will offer her from the driving wind and snow.

Find her before she leaves and she’ll be at the castle doors, staring out into the waste with only a faint frown. Those blue fairy wings of hers flutter in the bitingly cold wind that pushes its way inside. ]

Someone’s got to, [ she’ll offer by way of explanation, seemingly undeterred by the conditions. ]

[ b. ]
[ Find her after she’s returned, on the other hand, and you’ll find a very cold and very unhappy troll. Her hood has long since been knocked back by the wind, and her hair is practically white with frost, as is most of the rest of her. She’s unhurt by the cold, but seems exhausted to the point of being actually sluggish. Ghost she may be, but trolls and cold do not mix, and it shows in the way she makes it about ten feet back indoors before just kind of folding up on the floor. She doesn’t even shiver. In anyone else this would be advanced hypothermia, but she is just a ghost. She’s fine, probably. Just let this frozen troll ball recover on her own.

But she will offer, tiredly, with a distinct note of irritated complaint: ]

There. Ain’t. Shit.

[ ii. ugh never mind let’s stay in and watch netflix ]

[ a. ]
[ So while this awful place sucks and is way too fucking cold, there is one bright point of light in all the gloom: she can fight the fuck out of these stupid snowflake knights all she god damn wants.

So she goes right ahead and has great fun driving the poor snowflake knights into walls, forcing them to trip over each other as well as their own feet and accidentally spear each other with their weapons. Not a one she fights ever even gets close to her; she’s just a small and terrible conductor of chaos, laughing as her enemies tear themselves apart. It’s quite a different look for a girl who lately has been on her best behavior, though she is perhaps not quite as scary as you might expect. ]

[ b. ]
[ If you don’t find her having the time of her (after)life, then she might be the one to run into you. Whether you were having trouble with that knight approaching you or not, you will quickly find it’s not a problem any longer as Vriska dispatches it more casually than someone might offer a friendly hello. ]

Hey, you okay?

[ iii. [passes out at 9 pm] ]

[ a. ]
[ When she’s not otherwise keeping busy, though, Vriska does not seem herself. Though she was not so foolish as to break her mirror, she’s a totally different species from a much warmer climate not at all used to this kind of cold. Her sluggishness lingers and tugs her into constant impromptu naps. Just everywhere. Find her snoozing on: 1) the throne 2) pressed up against the wall in a hallway 3) on your floor 4) or anywhere, really. She has trouble staying awake when all her body wants is to shut down. ]

[ b. ]
[ The real problem with this is that trolls, as a species, are prone to horrible nightmares. And without any sopor slime to keep those at bay, when she sleeps long enough to dream, she has nightmares. Horrible teeth aching gut wrenching nightmares.

Which means that, if she’s left to sleep for long enough, she will inevitably jolt herself awake with a shriek or an attempt to claw at something that isn’t there, startling with such violence that she jerks a few inches up into the air and hovers there. Should you be nearby when this happens, one of two things will occur. If she doesn’t know you, she will simply try to leave with haste. If she does, she’ll just look extremely uncomfortable before saying: ]

That ... didn’t happen.

[ iv. wildcard ]

( ooc: feel free to hit me with a prompt of your own devising or chat me up for plotting at

heartfuls or shoot me a pm! )

i. cool for the winter

[ sierra is, really, mostly fine to be in this castle.

it’s an inconvenience to be displaced from her home, but aside from the internal chill that’s been plaguing her since she broke her mirror, she can’t get colder than she already is. instead, she’s able to admire the craftsmanship of the castle—the glittering ice, the snow outside, and there’s a quiet, still beauty to it all.

at least in the beginning of the week, she is in the highest tower she can find—likely in a bedroom, in that high tower—and is spending most of her time staring out across the snowy wasteland they’ve found themselves in. there’s something on her mind, by the pensive look on her face. for anyone who cares less about that, however, and is more looking for a place for comfort, she sure does seem to be letting a lot of snow into the room. ]

ii. in cold blood

[ closer to the end of the week, sierra’s accidental isolation has taken its toll. the moon rune does not take kind to this frigid lack of compassion for others, and sierra finds herself struck by an impulse that she hasn’t had to face in a long, long time. it’s a need to feed, not sierra’s, but the rune on her hand. it pulses—warmer than any other part of her body with the frost beginning to creep up her hands and feet at this point—in a menacing rhythm, and with her own emotions on the fritz thanks to the mirror’s curse, she can’t help but follow its lead. such is the burden of a true rune.

she is hungry. ]

You.

[ even her voice sounds cold, but her polite smile looks the same as ever. ]

I think you have something I need.

iii. wildcard!

( sierra is mostly going to be a true vampire lady this event, cold and hungry! she will get her curse broken, so if you’d like to do something after that or you want to plan out something with her successfully feeding on your character (they won’t turn into a vampire, don’t worry!), then let me know at

pavaal!! )

A: Warming You Up
[ It helps that Pyra is naturally warm, to the point that with each step a little bit of ice melts behind her with each footstep. So if you just happen to be one of those characters that look like they're freezing out of their wits, she will gladly step up to you with a look of sympathy and ask for your hands. And, assuming that you have granted her permission, she will gently caress the both of your hands within hers, holding them between you and her. ] ...There. That's a little better, isn't it?

[ Maybe it is, if you do not have a shard within you and can feel the heat she radiates. Or maybe her warmth provides no comfort at all if you happen to have a cursed shard. ]

B: Gardens:
[ It's a little less stifling here than it is indoors, and Pyra will have made herself a little campfire in front of a frozen-over hedge, extending her hands out as if she's warming herself. Which isn't quite working for her since-- unbeknownst to her-- she has a shard slowly making its way to curse her heart to ice.

Pyra has never felt cold in her life. So to feel it so keenly now is... Well. She wonders if this makes her more human. ] A little hot chocolate wouldn't be so bad right now, would it? [ She'll casually say to whomever has decided to join her. ]

B: Defend Pyra! [ The effects of breaking her mirror have taken root, making her more distant and withdrawn into herself than usual-- and consequentially not as attentive. Pyra has been caught unawares, and now a squad of those snowflake knights have ambushed her in the hallway!

One hit strikes her hard enough to crash into the wall, and the ice both breaks beneath her weight and melts from where she touches it. Regardless the attack has left her reeling, and she grimaces as she brings a hand up to the back of her head. But the surprise attack is not over, not by a long shot. This is your character's chance to knock back her assailants!

Slice them up, blast them to smithereens, or simply grab her by the hand and pull her to safety. Whatever the case, she clearly needs your help! ]

C: Have Pyra defend you!
[ Even if she's mentioned to some that she is a swordswoman, she's doing a lot of fighting.... without a sword on her. ] --Hah!

[ The decorated halberd the snowflake-knight that had been about to impale you with has broken upon impact. Instead, a golden lattice of octagons appears as a shield around both you and Pyra, its shape and design flashing as the kinetic energy of the strike negates across the barrier. ] ....Can you still stand?

[ There are more enemies blocking their path through the garden, and she's not about to abandon someone who may need her help. ]

D: Dungeons
[ When the shard is quite near her heart, her numbness to the world is even more apparent, and it's strong enough to simply let those snowflake soldiers hoist her by the arms and throw her into the dungeons below.

Maybe you're already here when she winds up in the chamber, or maybe you've come down to rescue her. Either way, she'll turn towards you, her expression devoid of the kindness and warmth it once had. ] ...It's... kind of nice, being here, isn't it? In this dungeon. [ She no longer wears her usual soft smile, yes, but the sorrow in her eyes remains as she walks to towards the cell door. ]

It's safest down here, I think.

For Akira
[ The shard has made it to her heart, and now she remains as still as a sculpture carved from ice. While the progression to the paralysis had been slow and subtle enough for her not to even notice along its progression, it seems that at the last moment she had indeed realized what was happening... only too late.

Thus her pose is as if she had been frozen in that single moment of realization, horror, and shock. Her body is partly turned as if she had snapped up to look for anyone who might be nearby, her hand is outstretched, her lips slightly parted as if to call for help.

But now she is stuck here, and stuck within the entrapment of ice that she cannot break out of or even melt. It is like this that Akira will find her. ]

Wildcard [ Have an idea for interaction with Pyra not covered by the prompts? Comment here! Pyra can be found just about anywhere in the castle. She is also pure-hearted, so if you need her tears or a kiss, feel free to hit me up! I'm also available for plotting via PM or

drinksteapots. ]

[ .....Oh no, is all she can think when she sees his statute-- him-- completely frozen in place. She approaches it cautiously, because she knows this and everywhere around her is made of ice, and ice is very much the opposite of her own element. She's a natural danger to this place, to these walls and pillars carved out of pure ice, for wherever she has passed she's left a neat trail of her footprints melted into the floor below her. She's turned down her power output as much as she can so that the heat she radiates doesn't have as much as an effect, but...

She knows that her being even near one of these statues is risky.

Still, she can't just leave him. ]

Wuxian? [ She asks, her voice a pitch higher with worry. She knows it's silly of her to call his name; of course he won't be able to say anything back. But there is some sort of hope from her that she will. ]

[ He's caught her in a bad moment, it seems, where the shard is close to her heart. As such, when the ice-knights had approached to attack her, she had simply... let them.

And when he shatters one of the knights and it bursts into snow, that snow nearly turns into rain around her, as if melted from coming just close. She's warm, physically speaking. But everything feels colds around her. ] I'm... fine. [ Her eyes briefly meet his before looking away. She seems to withdraw into herself a bit, her expression sorrowful. ]

Thank you. You're quite strong, aren't you?

[ He's been so cold this last week, and being transported to this ice palace added insult to injury. No matter how many fires he started, or whom he tried to snuggle up against, he simply couldn't get warm. Running from ice knights warmed him temporarily (he couldn't control them with his flute at all, despite the vast amount of malevolent energy circulating in this place), but in the end he found himself getting colder and colder, and caring less and less.

Finally, he just sat down and didn't get up again.

Time passes. He doesn't feel trapped like this, just very still. The world keeps moving, but he's inside, feeling nothing. At he isn't cold anymore...simply because he's become so cold, he can't feel it. He's numb to everything.

...and then Pyra appears, calling his name. His heart should thump, after their last conversation, their meeting over their mirrors. But instead, his heart is perfectly calm. He can't move; but even if he could, he wouldn't. What's the use?

From the end of one of his hair icicles, a water droplet falls. ]

[ i. the little blanket girl ]

[ It's a good thing Kisa's been staying inside instead of trotting around town most of the time; when she finds herself standing near a frozen staircase, and then quickly finds herself not standing at all when she takes a few uncertain steps, her fall is broken by no less than three blankets.

Sure, it does absolutely nothing for her balance, and you'll probably see her slipping, sliding, and toppling over as she struggles to gain her footing in this place, but three blankets against this frigidity is better than nothing! If she catches sight of you looking cold and miserable, though, she'll silently offer up one of her blankets as tribute. ]

[ ii. Oh snow. ]

[ The snowflake knights suck. Kisa doesn't do well with big, intimidating figures and apparently, they don't do so well with her either. But she's doing her best to avoid them, cramming herself into smaller, narrow areas to avoid detection as they march on by, or beckoning to you if you're also trying to hide from them, or--

Getting herself snagged by one of them, so yes, that is a twelve-year-old girl frantically trying to twist herself free from the unyielding arm of the knight keeping her pressed to its chest.

Carry on, there's nothing to see here! ]

[ iii. wildcard ]

[ Kisa's as pure-hearted as they come and is prone to tears anyway, so if you need to be unfrozen and want her to accidentally collide with your statue self, let me know! Otherwise she can be found checking out the frozen garden, shivering unhappily, or. Falling. A lot. ]

It can't be.

[ But of course it is, that's always how it is. She finds someone she knows in a condition that she can't possibly help any more because it's already too late. What had she missed this time? Something just out of a coincidence that she hadn't been able to help him sooner? But even if she had somehow seen him during his progression to this state, how would she have been able to help anyway? What a friend she is, for letting it come to this...

And then--- ]

[ Snap--

--Goes a piece of his frozen hair onto the ground. Thankfully it doesn't shatter, but that could be in part that the texture in which it had been frozen in the first place is just a little softer. And smoother. Because the woman who just happens to be standing near him is unintentionally melting it.

This is going to be a problem. ]

[ Ooookay. So. Uh.

She's going to at least try to tone down the heat she's radiating even more to buy them some more time, but for the most part it's not going to help. ] Oh-- ah....let's see... [ Nervously picking up the frozen shard of hair that's fallen, and just. Gently re-apply it to his head. ALL BETTER, RIGHT? ]

There.

[ SEE PROBLEM FIXED OKAY???! He can wake up any time now. kthx ]

(a)rtistic endeavors;

[ Nero's made several snow sculptures around the castle grounds (in the frozen gardens in particular), and is, with two of her hands (willsmithpose.png), proudly displaying and trying to draw the attention to any one of her works for all to see (and hopefully praise):

1. A snow sculpture of herself, proudly brandishing her sword with both hands, in a battle stance. Careful of the pointy bits!
2. A snow sculpture of her, practically naked except for a toga fortunately covering her indecent bits, but also wrestling a lion.
3. A snow sculpture of a giant rose in bloom.
4. A snow sculpture of 3 large roses, a laurel surrounding them, on top of a presentation cylinder. ]

How is it? Brilliant, is it not?

(a)rtistic endeavors (part 2);

[ Or someone may find her in the middle of making another one in the snow, as she breathes hot air into her hands to warm them up. Thankfully, the sword stabbed into the ground nearby is emitting some flame, but she can't have it too close to her sculptures, understandably. ]

Haaaah...the price I pay for my artistic genius.

jail(b)reak;

[ Knights made of snow and ice are nothing when faced with her flames, as she all but proudly declares with the smirk on her face as she slices down yet another one who dared to get in her way or tried to get their grubby, cold paws on anyone else. Nero peers her head into the entrance to the dungeons. ]

Just how many of these mindless icy dolls are there? Is there no end?

[ She wants to explore it...but not by herself, even if she's completely confident in her ability to solo this particular labyrinth. ]

(c)ampfire party;

[ She has a campfire going on in the room she's claimed as hers, the throne room, the dining room, and pretty much any major gathering spot. It doesn't stave away all the cold, of course, but it's enough for her and some company. Whether any nearby wanderers are just cold thanks to the climate or magically cold thanks to shards, Nero calls out to them. ]

Hm? You seem chilled to the bone! Come, join me. I will not turn away a citizen in need. I am quite generous, you see.

[ Genuinely generous people don't usually announce themselves as such...but that's her ego for you. ]

wildcard;

[ Got another idea? Want me to write up a personal prompt? Let me know. Anything goes! You can contact me at

chlorophylls or PM me if needed. ]

[ I've never cut my hair in my entire life is what he thinks, but it still doesn't bother him, seeing a lock of his hair just.... break off like that. And then it occurs to him that, strictly speaking, this isn't his hair technically, but Mo Xuanyu's. So he hasn't cut his hair during the time he's been Mo Xuanyu either, so the thought still applies.

While these useless thoughts are circling in his mind, Pyra is sticking his hair back on???

This is weird. Oh well. Not like he cares, although he does have just enough curiosity to wonder what would happen if she gets too close to his neck. ]

i. staying warm

Geez, it’s pretty miserable here, huh? [ Even with his breath fogging up in his clouds before him, Jion tries to keep his chin up and his attitude positive, and he offers a weak smile to anyone who looks like they’re suffering from the cold. ] Wanna borrow this for a bit? It’s not amazing or anything, but it might help you warm up a bit.

[ What he’s holding out is a survival blanket — it’s made of some sort of crinkly synthetic material, and not terribly thick, but at least it’s totally waterproof. And probably better than nothing.

The recent snowfall had prompted him to start carrying it around with his usual supplies, but he sure didn’t expect it to see any actual use. ]

ii. come on in!

[ Perilous snow castle or not, nobody can go the whole week without sleeping, right? Even the most industrious person’s gotta get a little shut-eye? And sleeping on furniture made of ice doesn’t sound too appealing, to be honest ... with or without a magical shard making you extra-cold.

So anyone who ventures out into the garden from the second day onward might stumble upon a little snow trench constructed near the door back into the palace. It’s a pretty simple affair, really — a trench dug in the snow (with help from a bowl stolen from the kitchen in lieu of a shovel), branches laid over top to support a roof made of snow, the floor inside lined with dead foliage and the entrance blocked off by more snow laid on boughs. And it’s not at all hard to find, because on the snow just outside, somebody’s sloppily managed to write in red on the snow: SHELTER HERE.

Yeah, totally trustworthy.

Still, maybe it’ll be warmer than the rest of the castle! Anyone who does venture in will find Jion curled up in the end of the trench, wrapped up in a survival blanket, catching just a little shut-eye before he goes exploring again. Depending on how stealthily you step in, he might not even immediately wake up. ]

iii. at your service

[ Ah yes, these darned snow knights. Maybe they’re a pain in the ass for you, or maybe they’re easy to deal with. Either way, there’s the thump of booted footsteps as Jion comes barreling down the hallway, basically body-checking the one closest to you. He has just enough bulk to set it tumbling off, though that’s probably not going to incapacitate it for terribly long. ]

Are you okay?!

[ It’s a breathless shout as he looks towards you.

Now would be a good time to yell at him if that ‘help’ was totally unnecessary. ]

iv. wildcard

[ Open to anything else! Jion is also pure-hearted (though he’d be absolutely mortified to hear that term), and will eventually hear about the fairytale of the snow queen, and it thus open to tears or kisses if anyone is interested! Please feel free to ping me through PMs or at

databomb if you’d like me to set something up for you! ]

[ Why is there an Actual Child in this place? Man, if only there was some sort of police force or government-funded team to help keep law and order and--

Oh. Fushimi's job doesn't exactly apply in a place like this, but he's pretty sure if he lets a knight kidnap a small child and throw them into the dungeons, the rest of the defense force will murder him, nevermind what his boss back home would say. ]

Hey. [ The statement is geared towards Kisa, not the knight. ] Close your eyes.

[ Because he feels like it might be traumatizing to see Fushimi send a small spray of carefully directed daggers out to decapitate the snow knight with a small "fwoosh" of magical flames. Right? That's traumatizing? He has no idea.

At least the knight is letting go! Because it's dead. (Was it ever alive...?) ]

[ He’s ... not feeling great!

Jion’s been trying to stay productive and positive the entire time they’ve been stuck here, but by day four or five he’s starting to grow a little sluggish, a little out of breath, a little ... bloated. He’d been really hoping they’d be out of this place by now, but as day six rolls around, he’s starting to think that maybe he’s going to have to improvise and deal with his ‘condition’ ASAP.

He has an awful headache, his pulse thrumming in his ears, and his breaths come in weirdly shallow rasps. Leaning heavily against the wall for support, he makes his way down the corridor when he hears the sounds of heavy footsteps. Ah geez, is it those knights again? This is kind of bad timing ... Maybe he can avoid them? Still, he grips tight at the (ice) table leg he’s been using as a makeshift weapon and peeks around the corner, just in case there’s someone who needs any help. ]

i. This is a jailbreak

[Maybe you were unlucky enough to be caught by one of the knights and thrown in the dungeon...or maybe you were just dumb enough to lock yourself in by accident. Either way, you're behind bars and stuck there.

But it won't be for long because Kaoru is bursting onto the scene. She doesn't make any pretense of hiding her powers, floating a couple of feet off the ground as she comes closer.]

Stand back! A pretty highschool girl is here to rescue you! [Hopefully you don't startle easily because when she throws a hand out the bars creak, before she sends a whole section of the dungeon loose and flying inwards.]

ii-a. The Ones Who Throw Others Into Dungeons Should Be Prepared to Be Thrown Into a Dungeon Themselves

[You might have been just been wandering the halls, minding your own business, trying to keep warm or looking for a way out or looking for people-turned-ice-sculpture to save.

But then there's a tap on your shoulder.] Hey, do you know where the dungeon is?

[Why is she asking that? Maybe it has to do with the two...three?? FOUR? Snowknights That are floating behind her. All of them upside down and trying to hack at her with their swords but she holds them far away enough from her that it's a useless endeavour. Either way, she didn't seem really worried.]

ii-b. Throwing Away The Key Doesn't Work

Take that!

[If you led her to the dungeon, or if you were caught yourself you'd get to witness her throwing a snowknight or two into a dungeon and slamming it shut on them (though she'd be wise enough not to throw them in the same cell as you.]

Psychic It's Your Turn--what?

[Seeing the snowknights turn into a flurry of snow and escape through the space between the bars took the wind right out of her sails. She gaped.]

That's cheating! [She turns to you.] Did you see that? They cheated!

iii. Everyone Knows Curses Can Be Broken By True Love's Kiss

[It wasn't a question of would she kiss someone to save them. The answer to that is easy: she can't possibly leave anyone to be an ice sculpture forever.

Girls are easy. She won't hesitate to lean in to kiss their cheek.] Just think of it as a friend kiss!

[Guys though...that's harder. She looks embarrassed.] D-don't get the wrong idea! This isn't--if you tell anyone after I'll make you regret it! {Then she floats up so she can peck them on the forehead.

It doesn't count because it's not a mouth kiss! (It can't count! Her history of terrible not!first-kisses can't have any more additions to it!)]

[ Maya's already broken out of jail once, and could be considered Snowflake Enemy Number One, were it not for the fact that all of Chroma appears to be very high on their list of "Capture on Sight", so she's not all that special.

She could be offended, but she's not, and she's even more realized when a stranger comes hurtling towards her and slams into the knight. Oh.

Well, that's helpful! ]

Totally fine! [ said rather cheerfully for someone who was just trying to sprint away from the damned thing, but that's Maya for you. ]

But, no offense to you, I'm not really eager to thank you profusely without getting further away first.

[ Ah...Kisa failed the stealth gameplay section, unfortunately. But fortunately for her, the snowflake knight is no longer a problem as a crimson blade slices the knight's head/upper torso area, careful to avoid Kisa, of course.

The knight bursts into a pile of snow, and Nero stands there, scanning her for any injuries or frostbite. ]

Are you unharmed, young one?

[ It's probably traumatizing, but more on the lower end of traumatizing than if the knight was flesh and blood and not ice and snow. Good thing Kisa's an obedient girl who instantly squeezes her eyes shut when he tells her to.

And just as soon as it perishes, it turns into a nice, helpful pile of snow that she ends up landing in, which is also better than flat-out hitting the floor.

These knights sure are weirdly convenient when they're dead! ]

[ No injuries, minor trauma of the soul. But she's since lost all of her helpful blankets, so while frostbite hasn't set in, she's shivering like crazy.

And, dazed, slowly nodding, because after that woman just made a knight explode in powder, he feels like not answering would be a bad idea. ]

🌈 o1. IN MY DREAMS, SHADOWS CALL.

[ Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away from this desolate place, Lux might have felt at home in hallowed halls like these. Her newly-gloved hand (she made them in a pinch, and they're scratchy, terrible things) glide over an icy banister with a note of familiarity as she climbs the marble staircase to parts unknown. She should try to find other people, stay close to areas of the castle that are clearly inhabited—that would be the smart thing to do.

Even in the numbing, biting cold, she can feel the light wresting control from her. Normally, Lux would fight to keep it at bay, but she doesn't have the wherewithal to try. She doesn't want to be around anyone, doesn't want them to see her like this. They can't. They won't.

She doesn't want anyone to see her like this. She's a ghost of what she used to be, and she knows it, so why not play the part?

It's easy to mistake her for a spirit wandering the halls; a faint, ethereal glow clinging to her features—when she's visible, of course. She can't hide herself forever; there is far too little light for her to bend in order to hide her presence for long periods of time. A few moments perhaps. Enough time for her to disappear and reappear elsewhere.

Maybe you've managed to find her during her "rounds," and decided to follow. Or perhaps you were minding your own business. Regardless: ]

[ The crystalline tip of a staff flares with light as she points it at the unsuspecting person who managed to sneak up on her. Was she invisible up until this point? Well you're in for even more of a surprise, then!

But if you are someone she knows, the small mage will immediately stand down, shoulders rising as she stares, startled and wide-eyed. Her staff will remain pointed at you. ]

🌈 o2. BUT IN HER THERE'S A POWER.

[ No king or queen on the throne; but their knights still intended on defending the castle. Honestly? Relatable.

While Lux has been avoiding any pockets of civilization like the plague, she has been trying her hardest to keep moving. The cold was dulling her senses, and she was certain it would only get worse if she let herself slow down. Thankfully, the snowflake soldiers prove more than enough exercise to get the blood (and the shard, once firmly imbedded in the palm of her right hand) moving. Normally, she might refrain from using her magic out in the open, for fear of being seen. But it’s almost liberating how much she doesn’t care about that right now.

Which is why she doesn’t even hesitate to throw out a small, prismatic orb in your general vicinity. Hovering in the air, it begins to swirl with luminescence, growing brighter with a faint hum before exploding in a blinding display.

As the glow settles, a pile of snow sits in the hall where a seemingly normal suit of armor once stood. Sprinting forward a few steps, Lux stops short of the scene, looking between the “remains” of the snowflake soldier and the person she “saved” (or blinded, more like). She holds a hand to her chest, trying to catch her breath. When did she let herself get this out of shape? ]

[ Lux, you have no room to talk.]

🌈 o3. GLOWING DIM AS AN EMBER.

[ Somewhere along the way, she's lost her gloves. She doesn't need them. They get in her way of channeling, and she's too far gone to worry about keeping out the cold. The ice has already taken her hands anyhow; delicately sculpted fingertips resting coldly over her collarbone as forces out a shallow, puffed breath.

She's seen the statues, and she's a smart girl. Lux knows that it's only a matter of time new before she joins them. Minutes? Hours? Who knows, she's lost track of time by this point.

She brought this upon herself, so she deserves this fate.

Sitting against the wall of an abandoned ballroom with her head bowed, small in stature and any other sense of the word, it might be easy to mistake her for one of the ice sculptures decorating the halls. She's stopped shivering a long time ago, her body unnervingly still—until she slowly raises her head at the sound of footsteps. She looks nearly translucent, her skin pale and the glow she's had throughout the week a distant memory of what it was. ]

[ There's no life in her voice, and each phrase punctuated by a shallow, labored breath. But there is still a small, distant flicker of light in her eyes. ]

🌈 oX. WILDCARD.

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impearls or via pm! ]

Edited 2018-11-24 04:07 (UTC)

Yeah that’s fair, totally fair!

[ He’d been nervously clutching at his makeshift weapon (essentially a big ice cudgel) just in case he needed to earn any more time for Maya, but as soon as he realizes she’s making a run for it, he eagerly follows suit. He doesn’t manage to sound quite as cheery as her, especially with how he’s still a little winded from that tackle, but at least he’s making a good attempt!

Behind them, there’s the sounds of the knight getting back to its feet, and Jion huffs as he catches up to her. ]

Think we should hide? Or do you think we can lose this one?

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