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Second Bloom ❀ (Video) [Open to both]

[Flora is outside, sitting on what appears to be a swing, but in place of chains are woven vines. As time passes, little flowers bloom along their length. The locket is not on her person, it hovers in front of her, and the view shows her wearing what look like a white overall dress over a pink top and work gloves. Several fairies are flying around her, braiding her hair, or sitting on either shoulder. She waves before gently taking hold of the vine chains.]

Hello everyone, I hope you're well.

[Her voice is more deliberate with the well wishes, and her smile is kind, knowing. A lot's happened--when isn't it--but she does hope everyone has come out of it for the better, somehow. It's no meaningless platitude.

She moves to put her finger to her lip, remembers she's wearing gloves and thinks better of it, and instead cants her head thoughtfully. Her voice is gentle and curious.]

There's something I've been wondering about for a while now, and don't quite seem to understand, just yet. [There is a slight upturn to her lips. She is a patient girl, but she can't say she likes not understanding things. It's what she always seeks to do, if she can.] I've heard of some things from other people that were kind enough to answer me [mostly kind, anyway. Zelos was a little rude.] but with so many people from so many places, I'm curious about the similarities and differences.

[She looks directly at the locket.]

What exactly is a God or Goddess? Or what would you say make one? The same with angels. Is this something that has some sort of set criteria or is it more malleable?

[One might notice that she doesn't ask about demons, but that's because she doesn't realise there's a need; they're the same as monsters to her.

Flora dips her head in thanks and smiles, once again.]

Please, I would very much like to hear what anyone has to say. Thank you.

[Seelie Locked]

I'm headed to the mountains for a mission, soon. I just thought I should mention that. It should be interesting.

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[ ask him how the plague got to the empire do it it's awful

or don't because spoilers, but ]

We can hope.

[Tempting, so tempting, but she'll find some time to ask and it will coincidentally be after the next steam sale when a new computer is achieved.

Unless I already own this game, I can't remember. Whatever.]

Were you going to craft the charm by hand?

[In lighter news, she tries to picture him whittling away a charm with a sculptor's tools.

It's rather endearing, actually. He seems the type to have remarkably steady and careful hands.]

Yes.

[ He does -- large hands, too. He has not needed to truly do something by hand in centuries until arriving here; he finds that it holds his interest, now. It doesn't occur to him that he should be building up calluses; his form still has them from all those years before. ]

Any can do it, if they believe in me and my power. But few here know me, and so I craft them.

[You know what they say about guys with big hands.]

Any, huh? So do they need to know how precisely, or does the knowledge just come to anyone who believes in you.

[She likes doing things for herself, but that's not what she's really angling for, here.]

Both.

[ He smiles. ]

Rituals can be done correctly, and I can simply ignore them, if I so choose. But symbols have power, and there is magic in the bones of the great beasts. Carving those bones with those symbols, envoking my name... small magics are easy things to grant the charm itself.

How do people find these symbols? In fact, how does anyone find anything like that about you, since you're a...polarising figure?

[Sure, sounds about right.]

Dreams, sometimes. Old tomes; whispers in the shadows from those who dare not show their faces. Ancient carvings from those who came before them, who embraced magic.

Some of them ask, and sometimes I reply.

Do they have to be in a specific place for you to hear them? Or can you just hear everything, everywhere?

[Because those are some wicked ears, bro.

Not that she doesn't have something similar, sort of but.]

I wonder what changed, though...what happened to make people reject magic instead of embracing it.

I can hear them, if they call. I seldom pay much attention to those that I do not find interesting, however, and if they wish to speak to me directly, a shrine is the best way. In this world, other than the lockets, it is the only way.

[ He's an observer. It's what he does. ]

Civilizations and their beliefs rise and fall. The Abbey of the Everyman came to power and destroyed other religions, and they teach that magic is to be feared and rejected, its practitioners punished.

So, what's interesting to you under regular circumstances? And how would someone go about building a shrine to you, exactly?

[Her face darkens slightly, becoming a mix of anger and sadness.]

Nobody should be hated or hunted for having magic.

[She remembers his mention of the young Emily and hopes she changes things.]

Is there no resistance?

The unexpected.

[ Of course. ]

Wood, lamps, wire, bones, fabrics in the color of the Void. If it is in my name, no matter what it is, I will hear you when you call.

[ He nods, just once. It is a common sentiment here, he finds; so very unlike home. ]

Not much within the Empire. But some.

[Flora smiles, kind and playful.] How specific, but really, it must be a little refreshing to see when it happens, I imagine?

[She was just expecting it to be like, an infinite dark space or something of the sort, whoops and looks surprised, blinking.] Uh, what colour is the Void?

[Hearing that there isn't much resistance is disheartening, but it's better than nothing.]

Wouldn't it hurt you, though? If somehow everyone turned against magic?

Incredibly. I have seen much; few things surprise me anymore.

[ And so when he is surprised, he rather enjoys it. ]

Blues and purples work best.

Perhaps. I suppose we will see if it happens, will we not?

[She makes a thoughtful noise and wonders if she should consider this in ways that might apply to herself. If nothing happens to her, she's going to live for some time. Will she have similar attitudes toward life the older she gets? She, obviously, can't say.]

Living for surprises sounds rather challenging, though. Is there anything you like seeing for seeing's sake? Something you never get tired of?

[She considers this and grins lightly.]

But you're not wearing blue or purple.

[Just sayin.

She frowns a little at that, concerned.]

I really hope the possibility of your own demise doesn't fall under that unexpected surprise sort of thing.

[Sometimes, there is only so much someone can do, but he could at least try to sound like he has some sort of self-preservation instead of regarding it like an experiment.]

I like the ocean, [ he says slowly, as if he's having to think about it. ] Whales, especially; they are creatures linked to magic, and very intelligent.

[ Far more intelligent than many humans he can think of. ]

I would stand out, were I to walk the waking world in such colors, [ he points out, smiling slightly. ]

If I am to end, should I not enjoy it when it happens?

The ocean is rather marvellous, isn't it? Even if water sometimes doesn't get along with me. Whales are especially beautiful, though. How are they linked to magic where you come from?

[Flora's charmed by the expression, even if it slight--especially because it is, actually. She tries not to take anything for granted, but it's hard not to show greater appreciation for the rare and subtle. It's nice.

She idly taps her own smiling lips.]

Hmm, but that's back home, right? You don't have to worry about such constraints here. Blue, I have to be careful with anyway, but I would probably get very depressed at not being able to wear purple ever.

[And the slight, but thoughtful frown.]

Well, yes, but...[She breathes a little, relenting.] Yes.

[She seems like she might let it go, but decides she can't quite.]

I suppose it may sort of depend on the circumstances.

The sea does what it will. It can be as helpful as it can be hindering.

[ now let him tell you about whales ]

Charms are now often carved on the bones of whales, though it was not always so. But to hear them sing -- is that not a sort of magic in itself?

[ w h a l e s ! ]

You have to be- careful? With blue?

[ Flora you're going to have to explain that to him, he wears the same thing constantly. ]

True enough, but those charms...how did people come by the bones?

[Her tones is cautious. She can hazard a guess and isn't quite so naive, but she wants to remain optimistic.

She smiles at this love of whales. It's cute, and she understands it.]

I think you would very much like Melody, the planet where one of my best friends was born. The Singing Whales keep the whole world in balance. I haven't seen them myself, but they seem very lovely, and their music is said to be quite wondrous.

[Okay, but f a s h i o n !

She points to her eyes.]

Yes. My eyes are very green, you see--um, pun not intended--so wearing blue can be a little tricky since it can clash very badly, sometimes. It depends on how I'm wearing it.

Whaling is a large industry in Dunwall.

[ There is no small amount of scorn in his voice for it. ]

Should I ever have a chance, I will have to visit.

[ He doesn't actually know if that sort of thing is even remotely possible, but none of this should have been possible, either. ]

I see, [ he thinks. ] And what would, ah- 'clash' with me?

[ You know, creepy pale skin, creepy black eyes, dark hair, yaoi hands? ]

[She can't help looking despondent. That's like another place she knows, and while they're getting better, she doesn't like that there might be a common pattern, here. ]

I see...is there anything being done about that? Any regulations or people fighting againstit?

[IS THERE A ~~WHALE~~ GREENPEACE!]

You just might. It's a very big universe. Or multi-verse, as it were, and if this is possible, anything should be. I'm used to getting around, myself. [Her smile becomes something more wistful, almost worried.] The ocean was actually very important for me back home.

[She smiles brightly and can't help but think of Stella, who'd may or may not be proud of her.]

Well, first off you're fine with your eyes, because black and white go with everything as a matter of course, so there's no need to worry about anything clashing with them. I love bright colours, but I'm all for what suits most of all, and things like bright oranges or yellows may not go over very well with you. [She wrinkles her nose and then tries so very hard not to laugh at the idea of The Outsider in a daisy print shirt.

Or better, Hawaiian and cargo shorts.

She raises a hand to her mouth and it trembles with the force of trying to hold it--yeah that's not happening, she giggles quite a bit.

She would pay to see that, and would have quite a bit of fun with it. Maybe he'd enjoy them, now wouldn't that be something?]

Sorry, I'm sorry.

[She clears her throat and tilts her head, pondering. Stella is so much better at this than she is.] You're...very restrained, but in such a complex, regal way. You say you're an observer, which is easy to relegate to the background, but when you're around, there's a lot about you that commands attention, and a closer look. I do think blues and purples would suit you, like deeper hues, richly dyed. Or any deeper colours. They've an understated, but undeniable elegance. I think things that could invoke the night might work, too. Something that's simple to write off as scary, and that's not baseless, but easily misunderstood.

[She breaks into a whimsical smile.]

But at the end of it, fashion is what you make of it. It's an art, it's fun, it's sometimes an absolute necessity, but always about self-discovery and expression. Wear what you like!

[A beat.]

Except for socks with sandals.

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No. One scientist did present that he thought the whales to be creatures with feelings, families, to others. They ridiculed him.

[ And of course, that scientist was the one that was correct. ]

Why would they not- ah, "go well"?

[ Also why are you laughing, Flora. He's very confused. ]

I shall keep your advice in mind. Perhaps I will visit the seamstress and see their craft in person.

But, they're whales!

[Said in the tone of OF COURSE THEY HAVE FEELINGS AND FAMILIES? ~~WHALES AREN'T NOBODIES??~~]

Your complexion is more pale. Very bright and bold colours might be too distracting and drown you out, so to speak. Clothes are there to complement, accentuate and flatter. They're there to work for you, not the other way around. Of course, you could ignore the rules too, sometimes. Very little's carved in stone. Though what people try to do more often is bend; there's a time and place for everything.

I can't lie, the court tailors very much know what they're doing and are very fun. [She smiles excitedly.] You'll show me if you get something new, won't you? I'm curious.

Yes. But the men of the Empire's Academy believe they know much, and are often paid to know or not know things. Whaling is profitable. They do not realize that the death of the last whale will mean ruin.

[ And if they did, he does not know if they would care. ]

And what of what I'm wearing now?

[ He's wearing black and brown together, Flora. ]

Of course.

I have half, more than half a mind, to try and go to your world, sometime. Sometimes, people just do not know what they do.

[It's sad, honestly, and she would take the time to talk about it, because that is how she is, but she would first gather up all the whales, because seriously.]

It does suit you and the cuts are very nice, but it's the only outfit I've ever seen you in. [She grins, slightly.] Which seems a little strange to me for a being of chaos of all things.

[Pointing out the elephant in the room like this should be blasphemous for a cartoon character of all things, but she actually changes outfits like five times an episode, okay. She's allowed to notice.

But she looks pleased at bunch at being told "yes".]

I'm sure you'll look very dashing in anything.

I would certainly like to see what would happen.

[ He assumes it would be less than good for Flora, but- well, she may just be able to take care of herself. ]

It is an outfit that is entirely unremarkable, in my own world. It allows me to... mingle, should I choose to do so, without revealing myself.

omg he's jealous HE USED TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT :C

sucker B)

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hows dat nirvana

i don't want to talk about it

gently comes back in here

c:

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i love them so much tho

me tooooo ;;