asgardchrysalis | May Event

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May Event

something new inside & the storm

something new inside

may 11th-13th ↴
something new inside

It's been a few days since the kite festival ended, and Wanderers and locals alike seem pleased to have passed time together in such a lovely festival. The weather is mild and the smell of flowers on the air sweet, and it seems that for once, Asgard might enjoy a spell of peace.

On the morning of the 11th, some of you wake with a new itch beneath your skin. It's a sensation not unlike the one you felt when your god first granted you powers, and indeed, those of you who flew a runed kite during the festival discover that you have new abilities at your disposal!

These new abilities start small, but each time a you use your power you find that your abilities grow in strength. Soon you can do more, and for longer before growing tired. In fact, you soon find that using your power is so fascinating that you don't want to stop. As you use them more and more, you might even find you can't stop, not for food, for sleep, or even to see the dear faces of your friends.

And, hidden away in the clutches of the children who found them, the rune stones begin to pulse with a strange, blue light, one that grows in intensity the longer each of you uses your newfound powers.

More information about the runes and their associated powers can be found in the infopost here!

the storm

may 14th-20th ↴
the storm

As each of you use your rune granted powers more and more, the stones glow brighter and brighter, until at last they're nearly blinding to look at, and the air around them crackles with new energy that spreads outward and up. The children who found the runes grow fearful and hide them in the woods, but the damage is done. The storm summoned by all who used the runes has begun.

With the storm now born, you no longer feel compelled to use your new power, but it sure would be helpful of you to use it to combat the intensity of the storm! Like the rune powers themselves, the storm starts small, with rain and occasional thunder, but it's clearly growing in strength. Wanders and locals like take shelter indoors, hoping for it to pass, but it soon becomes clear that the storm isn't going anywhere anytime soon. In fact, after several days, strange weather events begin taking place. Rain suddenly seems to flow upward, snowflakes begin to fall in otherwise warm air, and lightning springs up from the ground. As each day passes, the storm grows more violent, sending the local wildlife into a frenzy as the animals try to shelter from the sudden and unpredictable storm.

Though you no longer feel the runes' pull, many of you soon realize that not only can your powers aid in weathering the storm, even those without powers can help to stop it. If runes brought the storm about, then destroying the runes will surely end it. Now where did those children put those stones, and how can they be convinced to show you for the good of all? It will surely take someone skilled in coaxing unwilling individuals - perhaps one of Tyr's ambassadors is up to the task...

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to refer to the infopost and the questions section below!

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She was standing there, shouting with her hands on her hips as a little furball chittered and chattered at her. Terezi jabbed her finger in the direction of the fluffy little rodent, and when she did a stream of squeaking chattering came out. If you had flown the Rendu kite, you'd probably hear the following.

'I don't care what you say! Those were my nuts and you give them back you deranged fluff-tail nut hoarder! I am going to kick your furry butt if you don't!'

The squirrel's rejoinder wasn't fit for public consumption. Who knew that squirrels knew how to say F-bombs so prolifically. Terezi turned to whoever happened to be nearby and pointed at it. "Will you get a load of the nuts on this nut-hoarder beast?!?" A peanut came rocketing down and bonked her on the head. "HEY! I SAW THAT!"

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(OOC: I'm going to tag 'into' for storm dealings. If you specifically have an idea, lemme know. I'm down for plenty, but this was too dumb to pass up.)

Something New Inside:

[Sora flew a kite with the symbol that gives the power over weather. At first, he delights in making it nice and warm and sunny. Then he feels so curious and fascinated that he proceeds to try other weather phenomenon. Such as snow. He keeps trying, creating small weather patterns around him specifically at first but it gets to affecting a larger area the more he practices and the better he gets at this power. He doesn't stop either. Not eating or sleeping, and not to go see his friends like he might have arranged earlier.

Which is probably rather. Concerning. As if his friends weren't almost always worried about him for some reason or other. Sora laughs as he creates more snow, then proceeding to make a snowman and lob snowballs at whoever might be near at the time.

He probably still looks exhausted from lack of sleep, and has gotten to the point where his stomach is no longer growling at him he's gone that long without eating, as he stands outside near Heimdall Housing.]

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[Or feel free to throw in a starter for me with the storm prompt? Or relating to another character's new abilities from the runes on the kites.]

( Riku, for the first time in a long time, has completely forgotten his worries. In fact, he seems to have completely forgotten everything, even the passing of time and his eyes shows his lack of sleep. But who would stop to eat or sleep while enjoying the freedom the air could give?

He flew a kite with the fyeer rune, and while at first it was confusing and even painful -landing is something he have had a hard time learning-, he has ended up flying around Asgard as if he was born with a pair of wings on his back. His personality leads him to challenge himself, to try to fly even faster each time, to try flying against the wind. He has learned the hard way how that new ~~temporal~~ power seems to fade the further he gets from the city.

Riku has noticed that there are other people with other abilities during his flights; he has seen people talking with animals and has seen some abrupt changes with the weather. So it doesn't surprises him when he notices the snow, actually, it pushes him to find the cause of that change. He may have seen things, but doesn't know how it really works. )

Catch you! ( He cries as he throws himself against Sora in a playfull maner, waiting for the snow to cushion the fall and possible hit. He rolls over as he laughs, but soon finds himself floating again not to far from his friend. ) Hey! Do you know who is the cause of all this snow? I'd like to ask them for a favor.

Riku! You can fly?

[That's kind of awesome. Why can't he fly? He used to be able to, gliding and flying around Neverland and all. Not anymore since he arrived here though. Sora is at least a little distracted in giggling when Riku lands in throwing himself at Sora like that. He just barely manages to get a bit of snow drift there to try and cushion Riku's fall even as Sora himself falls as Riku falls on him some.]

Ah, it's me! I can do all sorts!

[Cue a brief bit of sun before he summons a dark cloud to attract some thunder and lightning just above him.]

a: something new inside

[The weather around a certain building in the Tyr district is... unusual, to say the least. The sturdiness of the red rooftop and awnings are definitely put to the test whenever the rains batter them, until the clouds around the building part to let the sun shine once more. And then an hour later, it starts to snow and whatever water puddles haven't evaporated yet turn to ice.

That poor building is certainly taking a beating, and the one responsible for that mess is sitting right on top of it, legs dangling off the edge with a potted plant in his lap. Rhus' ears twitch, but he doesn't consider himself in danger of falling off of the two-storey building, not with his tail keeping him balanced.

If one's hearing is good enough or if they're close enough, they can probably hear him saying:] No, snow isn't good flor plants, is it? Just like snakes... Ah, bugger-- what to do?

b: the storm

What in the bloody hells are you doing outside?! [If you think that sort of swearing is already rude, you haven't heard anything yet.

The Miqo'te is hanging out of one of the windows on the second floor of his building in the Tyr district, his pure white fur plastered to his head and layered all over his face from being exposed to the rains and the raging storm, normally revealing things that he didn't want to reveal, such as the scars on his face. He could fix it... but there's really no point, is there? His fringe will just be mussed again until he pulls himself back inside and dries his mane off.

Which may not happen any time soon.]

Come in out of the storm! [You idiot, goes unsaid, but so heavily implied. Rhus slams the window shut so hard it almost rattles, and it almost seems as if he's abandoning the poor soul outside, but he opens a door, at the top of a simple staircase running at the back of the building, connecting ground floor and second floor.] Up here!

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[[ ooc: choose your own adventure! feel free to grab me on discord or plurk (

payoncave), and we can chat about what you want to do. ]]

Yeah! Isn't it cool?!

( He flips backwards in midair before getting closer to Sora, wondering for how long he would be able to handle his friend's weight. Maybe he could carry Sora for a bit? But that question is quickly forgotten once he hears who the author of that snow is. )

Really?!

( Riku laughs as he sees the weird mix of weather above him, moving fast as if trying to avoid it hitting him or something. Soon his lips curls into a smirk, approaching again the brunet, a daring look on his face. )

Do you know how great is that?! Hey, hey. Throw me your most powerful wind. Try to push me away!

( It's a silly decision to be out in that storm and Aymeric knows that, but there is something that has pushed him to make such a decision; his dearest weapon and companion. He doesn't know what happened, when he lost it, but he remembers having it with him before running to his room. There is no way he could decide to forget temporarily sword or risk losing it forever. He has too much appreciation for it.

His huge robe isn't with him this time since he left it back in his room, knowing how heavy would be once wet. A long-necked black sweater and his gloves are covering his upper body, but every bone in his body feels cold and sore. How long has he been under the storm looking for his sword? His black bangs are glued to his skin, covering his eyes. As if it wasn't difficult to see with the storm without having his hair bothering him. With one arm he tries to cover his eyes from the watter while he uses the other one to keep his balance.

The elezen starts thinking about giving up for the moment and going back to his room, wait for it to stop, when a voice echoes through the noisy storm. He looks up, or tries to, to where he believes the owner of the voice is. His lips parts to say something, to answer in a calm way the swearing, but he shuts them again as soon as he realizes the silhouette has disappeared. What in the seven hells?

He takes a step, ready to leave, when the voice once again calls his attention. The commander looks around with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows; not upset with the owner of the voice, just finding the drops that run down his face without stopping, and some even daring to get on his eyes. Dropping both his arms he snorts, blowing any drop that dared to enter his mouth. It takes him a few seconds before he runs and skips some steps. )

The Furt must be upset with us, that's quite a storm. ( It's the first thing to leave his lips the moment he stops feeling the rain hitting his body. Leaning down and placing both hands over his kneels he catches his breath from that short but quick run. With a smile he leans back, removing his black bangs from his face the best as possible. ) I didn't expect the storm to become so aggressive, and for that I appreciate your shelter.

Don't think Halone has anything to do with this. [The words are out of Rhus' mouth without him realising the significance of their small exchange, and he turns away from his impromptu guest to dig for a couple of clean towels, one for him and one for whoever it is in his apartment.] Especially in this blasted world...

[When he does manage to find the towels he's looking for, slinging one over his shoulder and holding the other out to his companion, he realises just what's happening.

And who exactly it is he yelled at with rude manners and a foul temper. His outstretched hand dips a little, brow furrowing so much that his eyepatch lifts slightly off of his skin as he tries to tell if this is reality, or just some trick.]

Lord Commander? [Aymeric, he almost says, but ever since the mess with the Scions falling over like so many logs of firewood, he's carefully kept a modicum of formality around the Alliance leaders, simply because he'd been acting as the representative of the Scions since then, and not their friend.]

I don't get to fly.....

[Yes he might be slightly pouty. About that. But he doesn't pout for long, grinning as he soon focuses on the dare. As if he could ever resist Riku's challenges and their joint shenanigans growing up together.]

Wind? Okay...!

[He grins, focusing on summoning a wind. It takes a bit to build up more, but it is soon getting stronger, aimed to batter at Riku.]

It starts with delight. Having held magic inside him several times over, Wei Wuxian knows at once when he wakes that something is different. He works at it all morning under Lan Wangji's dark, watchful gaze, and in the afternoon their home is awash in the gentle fall of snowflakes.

Wei Wuxian laughs each time a new crystalline flake lands on his lashes, overjoyed to have brought a bit of the Cloud Recesses to their home that so resembles Lotus Pier.

He doesn't notice when it becomes difficult to stop. Lan Wangji grows more stiff by each passing moment, his mouth no longer silent when it comes to entreating Wei Wuxian to eat or to sleep. For a time, Wei Wuxian bends to his will more often than he ignores it, well versed enough now in Lan Wangji's various levels of agitation to know when it's important, but as the days pass, Wei Wuxian notices less and less when he's told to stop.

On the evening of the third day, after Lan Zhan has gone to bed at a ridiculous hour, Wei Wuxian slips from the bed and goes outside, certain now that he can call just the gentle storm that will make their rice grow even faster. Warm rain falls around him, neatly parting over his hair and shoulders so as not to soak him, and Wei Wuxian laughs again. There's a jug of wine at his side, but he can't remember the last time he took a drink. He hardly remembers it's there at all, his eyes full of the summoned, swirling clouds overhead.

Lan Zhan cannot sleep. It is ridiculous, infuriating. He has perfected falling asleep on command over years of diligence but here he is. Stewing.

At first it had been fine. The new powers had made Wei Ying happy which should have made Lan Zhan happy. Jealously notwithstanding, Wei Ying had made it snow just for him and it was horribly selfish to be anything but thrilled. But then it hadn't stopped. Daily habits and chores fell the to the wayside until Lan Zhan could not even get Wei Ying to take meals with him, much less take to their bed. They had a very regular, very enthusiastic routine and when Lan Zhan had woken this morning to find Wei Ying had not come to bed once again, he'd had enough. He's tried, throughout the day, to convince him with stern and then sharp words.

And now, it is raining again. He pushes out of bed, not bothering to pull back his hair and steps out in his inner robe, stomping over to Wei Ying as he gets soaked. "Wei Ying!" he shouts, peering up at the darkening clouds that have entranced him.

Wei Wuxian's nose wrinkles. There's a new sound on the air, one that isn't wind or rain or distant thunder, one he has no desire to grant his attention just now, but his eyes widen when he turns and finally sees Lan Wangji.

"Lan Zhan," he says, immediately parting the flow of rain around him, too. Lan Zhan rises before the sun, but it can't be morning already? "You are up so late, go to sleep!"

"No," he mutters, raising an eyebrow as the rain suddenly parts around him. He walks over, clamping his hand on Wei Ying's shoulder that feels bonier than it ought to, even after only a few days of neglect.

"You come with me. Did not eat a proper meal the entire day. Did not come to bed last night. Enough, Wei Ying. Stop the rain."

"But I am helping the rice to grow," Wei Wuxian protests, directing another soft fail of rain towards the most distant stretch of the paddy. He watches it soak down, forgetting what he was going to add as he summons another. Fingers bear down on him, and Wei Wuxian blinks.
"It's perfect. Now we don't have to try diverting some of the river when it's too dry out."

"The rice is fine, will be fine," he insists, dropping down to a crouch to try and catch Wei Ying's gaze.

"You have been doing this for three days. Enough," he says, looking over their drenched paddy. It is too much, this type of power. They aren't meant to have control of nature to this level but his more immediate concern is Wei Ying himself.

"Come inside and eat and go to bed. Wei Ying, now."

Has it been three days? It feels as if he woke up with these powers only this morning. Lan Zhan is likely mistaken, diligent though he is. Wei Wuxian would be far hungrier if it had been three entire days.

"I don't want to," he says, frowning as he pushes Lan Zhan's hand away. It's rude in a way he hasn't been towards him in some time, but he doesn't want to stop. "This is far better than sleep." He looks at him through his lashes. "Do you want me to make you a snowflake?"

His eyes widen as he's pushed away and he snatches Wei Ying's wrist, pushing back into his space.

This is wrong; this is like before and he can't understand how Wei Ying cannot see it.

"Inside, or I will carry you in," Lan Zhan warns, jaw clenched as he prepares to do it. "There is something wrong with you."

This, at least, grabs Wei Wuxian's attention, and his softly narrowed eyes widen, an obvious sheen of hurt in them despite the dim light. "Nothing is wrong with me," he says, pushing again at Lan Zhan's hand.

"You are being cruel and I don't know why!" A dark thought occurs to him, one surprising enough that he doesn't want to give voice to it, even to himself. Is Lan Zhan jealous that Wei Wuxian has powers he does not? He whirls to stomp away, boots squelching in the mud.
"Just - go to bed, Lan Zhan!"

Lan Zhan never, never wants to be the reason to put such a look on Wei Ying's face but he doesn not know what else to do.

"No!," he bites out, lunging to grab at Wei Ying's arm.

"Please, just," he chokes, wanting to say this better, better for Wei Ying. "Worrying me. Neglecting yourself. Come in. This magic is not necessary."

The magic rises within him, placing a barrier between himself and the threat before Wei Wuxian is even aware that he's called for it. He stares at Lan Zhan through the invisible barrier for a moment, surprised at himself, but it's accomplished his goal well enough. With a look that's nearly one of apology, Wei Wuxian sits back down, glancing once more over the rainstorm.

His head hurts. He probably shouldn't have called on his god power, too, but like his other thoughts, it soon falls away in favor of curling eddies of wind with his fingertips.

Lan Zhan reels back, face dropping as Wei Ying forces him away.

"Stop this!"

The wind whips his hair around him, clouds growing darker as he beats his fist against the barrier.

"Wei Ying do not do this again!"

Again? The word lands sour in Wei Wuxian's belly. What is it that he's doing? Bringing rain to a rice paddy that needs it - it's not as if the rice cares what the hour is. It's only Lan Zhan, his poor, stubborn Lan Zhan who can't bear to stay up past sunset that's riled. The barrier makes for a cover from the rain over his head, and again Wei Wuxian makes sure that it avoids Lan Zhan, also, even if he can't bear to look at his furious face.

Lan Zhan will be alright. He simply needs to sleep, and he'll feel better come morning. Passing a hand beneath his suddenly itching nose, Wei WUxian doesn't notice that it comes away wet.

A sudden bolt of lightening illuminates Wei Ying's face behind the barrier, giving Lan Zhan a brief glimpse of red running down his face. It's enough to ignore the electricity in the air as the bolt hits close, far too close as he has seen this, before.

He cannot do this, he cannot lose Wei Ying to this again.

He quickly forms an orb of light, drawing on all the energy and magic he can muster as he sends it hard against the barrier, hoping if nothing else it will get Wei Ying's attention over the loud crack of thunder.

[ Despite how long Rhys has been here, he still hasn't used a lick of magic. The thought weirds him out, so he prefers pretending it simply isn't a factor in any way.

So you can bet that when he passes by Tyr house and suddenly finds himself getting rained on, he's very surprised when his surprise and subsequent thought of oh my god why is it raining makes it abruptly stop.

And he stops abruptly too, staring ahead for a moment, then turns a full lap on the spot, before he finally looks up at the sky.

He'd be sorry about messing with Rhus's rain but ... really, he's not. ]

Greedy, greedy.

( His smile doesn't vanish. Sora may not be able to fly, but he himself can't mess with the weather. He shuts his lips as soon as he realizes what the other is doing, preparing himself for a strong wind.

At first it's easy to fly against it, but the stronger it gets the more he struggles to stay on his place. Either by being too tired or by being too strong the wind, Riku soon finds himself pushed away. Hitting the closest wall to their position a bit harder than he would have wished. But that doesn't stop him. After growling under his breath and rub his head, he goes back to where Sora is. )

THAT WAS AWESOME. Let's do it again! ( When was the last time he behaved so childishly? )

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May Event

HEY YOU DUMB SQUIRREL! - Terezi (Wide Open)

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Something New Inside

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rhus (warrior of light oc) | final fantasy xiv

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b: the storm

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Wei Wuxian | Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed | for LWJ

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