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thejoyrider) wrote2019-10-01 05:52 pm
thejoyrider) wrote2019-10-01 05:52 pm
[Marie will receive from Zelda a set of handmade hair pins. Admittedly, the crystals used are a little flawed, and the wire wrapping isn't totally perfect, but hey, she tried. She'll explain that each crystal is enchanted with a minor healing spell, just, you know, in case. All that's required to release the spell is a single drop of the intended target's blood, though she'll also note that the spell isn't that powerful and that, at best, it will help stabilize someone so they have a bit more time to find a more thorough healer.
This is how she cares for people, okay. She tries to make sure they won't die.]
This is how she cares for people, okay. She tries to make sure they won't die.]
[Marie has died before. She can definitely appreciate any kind of sentiment that does not wish her to go through this again. She will immediately place the hairpins in her hair and thank Zelda for being so thoughtful. Letโs hope she does not have to use the healing spells!]
[ Marie receives her gift a bit later than originally planned. Becauseโ upon seeing the illusion trick (well-played, well-played)... he can't leave his gift unattended. Marie received a hand-made lily pendant with polished orb it seems to be just that. Pretty pendant.
Only upon close examination by a Witch, it would tell that this pendant is actually enchanted. With a simple spell. The spell fires off two times a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, at a random hour. And it makes wearer's voice sound as if they just breathed helium. The duration is anywhere between 2 to 7 minutes. ]
Only upon close examination by a Witch, it would tell that this pendant is actually enchanted. With a simple spell. The spell fires off two times a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, at a random hour. And it makes wearer's voice sound as if they just breathed helium. The duration is anywhere between 2 to 7 minutes. ]
[Next Friday, around 8PM, Caster shall receive a call from her - one that should confirm that his plan was a successs]
โแตขโโโโ! โโ โโโ โโโโโ ๐ธโโโ๐ธโ โโแตขโ แตขโ โโโ แตงโแตคแตฃ ๐นโแตขโ๐ฐ, โโโโโโ ๐นแตขโแตฃโ๐ฐโแตฃ๐น, แตฆแตคโ โโแตขโ แตขโ โโโ โโโ ๐ธโโโ, โโ แตข ๐ธโแตฃแตฃโ๐ธโ?
แตข โโโแตคโ๐น ๐นโ๐ปแตขโแตขโโโแตง ๐ธโโ๐ฐแตฃโโแตคโโโโ แตงโแตค, โโโโ'โ โ แตฅโแตฃแตง ๐ธโโแตฅโแตฃ แตข๐นโโ! โโ๐โแตฅโแตฃ, แตข โโ ๐ฐโแตขโ๐ฐ โโ โโโโ ๐โโแตฃแตขโ๐ฐ โโแตขโ โโ๐ธโโโ๐ธโ! แตขโ แตขโ แตฅโแตฃแตง โแตฃโโโแตง โ๐ปโโแตฃ โโโ!
โแตขโโโโ! โโ โโโ โโโโโ ๐ธโโโ๐ธโ โโแตขโ แตขโ โโโ แตงโแตคแตฃ ๐นโแตขโ๐ฐ, โโโโโโ ๐นแตขโแตฃโ๐ฐโแตฃ๐น, แตฆแตคโ โโแตขโ แตขโ โโโ โโโ ๐ธโโโ, โโ แตข ๐ธโแตฃแตฃโ๐ธโ?
แตข โโโแตคโ๐น ๐นโ๐ปแตขโแตขโโโแตง ๐ธโโ๐ฐแตฃโโแตคโโโโ แตงโแตค, โโโโ'โ โ แตฅโแตฃแตง ๐ธโโแตฅโแตฃ แตข๐นโโ! โโ๐โแตฅโแตฃ, แตข โโ ๐ฐโแตขโ๐ฐ โโ โโโโ ๐โโแตฃแตขโ๐ฐ โโแตขโ โโ๐ธโโโ๐ธโ! แตขโ แตขโ แตฅโแตฃแตง โแตฃโโโแตง โ๐ปโโแตฃ โโโ!
Edited 2020-01-03 13:07 (UTC)
surprisingly on PC I can read it in different browser than chrome lol
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- 2020-01-11 16:50 (UTC) - Expand[Left surreptitiously on Marie's doorstep is a thick box wrapped in pink and red paper, enchanted to glitter and sparkle and shed little bits of light. Inside is a cute dress befitting those with more royal tastes, and a simple letter.]
Mistress Marie,
In the land of my birth, we celebrate the turning of the cold season with what we call the Starlight Celebration, a time where children, particularly orphans, receive gifts from certain bringers of cheer. Others love it too, of course, and trade gifts; it has become synonymous with charity and love and acceptance for all, as we move into the new year and new beginnings. Modranicht seems similar enough that I thought a gift was appropriate. You may rest assured that this one does not come with a screeching avian. It is, however, enchanted with a spell to keep you warm for a few hours.
Thank you for all you have done-- not only to make me feel welcome, but for all your fellows. May you see many good returns in the new year.
Your friend,
Crystal Exarch
Mistress Marie,
In the land of my birth, we celebrate the turning of the cold season with what we call the Starlight Celebration, a time where children, particularly orphans, receive gifts from certain bringers of cheer. Others love it too, of course, and trade gifts; it has become synonymous with charity and love and acceptance for all, as we move into the new year and new beginnings. Modranicht seems similar enough that I thought a gift was appropriate. You may rest assured that this one does not come with a screeching avian. It is, however, enchanted with a spell to keep you warm for a few hours.
Thank you for all you have done-- not only to make me feel welcome, but for all your fellows. May you see many good returns in the new year.
Your friend,
Crystal Exarch
[Marie is overjoyed to receive this! The dress is absolutely lovely and very comfortable. She tries it on immediately and snaps a few pictures that she attaches to her message]
My most sincere thanks, sir Exarch! It is a honor to be called your friend and I hope this friendship can continue in the following year!
Please tell me about your homeland's traditions sometime
My most sincere thanks, sir Exarch! It is a honor to be called your friend and I hope this friendship can continue in the following year!
Please tell me about your homeland's traditions sometime
[Asahi shall receive an even more eloquent reply]
Ehehe :)
Ehehe :)
[Marie will receive what is obviously a made to order fan, since it kind of clashes with the fashion in this place. The maker actually didn't really know what to make of it, but Aziraphale is a good costumer and so he just went with it.
He hopes it'll just remind her of France.]
He hopes it'll just remind her of France.]
[Marie happens to be fond of shades of brown and can, against all odds, make this accessory work in an outfit. Next time they meet in some sort of formal setting, she might even have it with her!
For now she sends him the following note]
Thank you for your gift, Aziraphale! I shall treasure it.
For now she sends him the following note]
Thank you for your gift, Aziraphale! I shall treasure it.
[Sometime over the holiday, Marie will receive a knock at the door from a courier who hands her a small but lovely bouquet of red and cream roses, and baby's breath. Tucked into the ribbon is a handwritten note.
Good tidings and fortune to you in this coming year. May it smile upon you.
Diarmuid
She'll have to excuse his appalling writing]
Good tidings and fortune to you in this coming year. May it smile upon you.
Diarmuid
She'll have to excuse his appalling writing]
Edited 2019-12-27 21:32 (UTC)
[How wonderful! Marie really appreciates the gesture and since she is not a Witch herself, she will definitely look into having someone at the Coven or one of her Witch friends enchant the bouquet with a spell that will preserve it so she can keep the present in her room without worrying about the flowers wilting]
( via the watch, marie will receive a sepia toned image of a 200lb dogโenormous, wolfish and shaggyโwearing the lily tucked into his collar. he has sat very obediently to have his picture taken. )
He's not allowed the biscuits but he'll be anyone's friend.
G. & Putinka
He's not allowed the biscuits but he'll be anyone's friend.
G. & Putinka
[Oh no, who is a good boy? He is a good boy.]
I would gladly be his friend as well! Please pet him from me in the meantime! And maybe allow him a cookie once in a while?
I would gladly be his friend as well! Please pet him from me in the meantime! And maybe allow him a cookie once in a while?
[somehow left at her windowsill, a package wrapped in paper. inside is a beautiful box of dark wood, delicately carved into something pretty. there is a lock, and opening it reveals compartments, room to store what she wishes.
the key can be found underneath a false bottom - along with a note written in French.]
To keep your secrets. Merry Christmas.
the key can be found underneath a false bottom - along with a note written in French.]
To keep your secrets. Merry Christmas.
[How thoughtful! The language of choice and the non-Aefenglomian holiday name used narrow down the possible gift-givers a lot, but Marie is not going to try and figure out exactly who sent her the box. She might just try thanking every French speaker she knows next time she sees them!]
[ Before the month is through, a courier will find Marie at her home, presenting a gift box with a floofy pink shrug inside. The shrug itself is enchanted to ward against snow and iceโa weakness of fae, if Asura remembers correctly.
The letter which is attached is scripted ingoogle translate immaculate French; the hand writing is lovely and flowing. ]
Il y a des moments oรน ce qui est le plus nรฉcessaire, c'est la bonne volontรฉ parmi les รฉtrangers. Merci pour les cookies.
-Asura
[ There are times when what is most needed is goodwill among strangers. Thank you for the cookies. ]
The letter which is attached is scripted in
Il y a des moments oรน ce qui est le plus nรฉcessaire, c'est la bonne volontรฉ parmi les รฉtrangers. Merci pour les cookies.
-Asura
[ There are times when what is most needed is goodwill among strangers. Thank you for the cookies. ]
[Oh, how cute! Like with other clothing items and jewelry she has received, Marie tries it on immediately and takes a few photos which she attaches to her message to Asura]
My thanks for your generous gift! It shall be treasured ♥
My thanks for your generous gift! It shall be treasured ♥
[ Nel has super sketchy ways of tracking down someone whose name and address were not included with the cookies Marie dropped off.
But you know what isn't sketch? This bomb-ass cooking. A golden sweet curry, spelled to retain its heat and freshness until the porcelain container is popped open, and it's attached to a short missive. ]
No good deed should go unrewarded.
Nel
But you know what isn't sketch? This bomb-ass cooking. A golden sweet curry, spelled to retain its heat and freshness until the porcelain container is popped open, and it's attached to a short missive. ]
No good deed should go unrewarded.
Nel
[If there's any rules against late Modranicht gifts, Papyrus hasn't heard them. So after he does his asking around, figuring out who left him the gift and open offer of friendship, he's going to reciprocate:
With a small pie, and a wood carving shaped like a bone, and a note back... written in handwriting very like the papyrus font.]
A HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU TOO!!
I HOPE THE NEW YEAR FINDS YOU WELL.
LOOK FORWARD TO OUR FRIENDSHIP, BLOSSOMING WITH THE COMING OF SPRING!
With a small pie, and a wood carving shaped like a bone, and a note back... written in handwriting very like the papyrus font.]
A HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU TOO!!
I HOPE THE NEW YEAR FINDS YOU WELL.
LOOK FORWARD TO OUR FRIENDSHIP, BLOSSOMING WITH THE COMING OF SPRING!
[Rules? What rules. Marie does things her own way and encourages others to do the same.
So she keeps both the pie and the wooden bone. Then she sends him a picture of the carving placed on one of the shelves in her room]
Thank you for the sweets, the pie was really tasty! Looking forward to seeing you around!
So she keeps both the pie and the wooden bone. Then she sends him a picture of the carving placed on one of the shelves in her room]
Thank you for the sweets, the pie was really tasty! Looking forward to seeing you around!
[A little box will eventually appear on Marie's doorstep today, wrapped in shimmering shades of silver and pink, a dainty little bow tied atop it. Inside is a small, handmade tiara.]
My dear Marie
A beautiful queen deserves a crown to call her own, yes? I hope this finds you well.
- Persephone โก
My dear Marie
A beautiful queen deserves a crown to call her own, yes? I hope this finds you well.
- Persephone โก
[How lovely! Persephone certainly does know Marieโs tastes well, doesnโt she? Marie shall try it out immediately and test out how it goes with various dresses and accessories she has. She snaps a few photos and attaches all of them to the message she sends to Persie]
Thank you so much for your kind gift, Persephone!
You made this yourself, didnโt you? I shall treasure it~
Thank you so much for your kind gift, Persephone!
You made this yourself, didnโt you? I shall treasure it~
[Marie will thank her in person and the scent of the perfume will be noticeable around her person for a while. She likes the smell and is definitely going to be using the perfume!]
[ Marie will find a small, light blue gift box wrapped in silver ribbons that shine in the light.
Inside, there's a luminous heart-shaped pendant and matching bracelet to boot. There's also a note that says: ]
Thank you for the time spent together. I hope those jewels I crafted myself will be of your liking. I thought they fit your personality well. Have a pleasant holiday time.
- Wataru
Inside, there's a luminous heart-shaped pendant and matching bracelet to boot. There's also a note that says: ]
Thank you for the time spent together. I hope those jewels I crafted myself will be of your liking. I thought they fit your personality well. Have a pleasant holiday time.
- Wataru
[Oh, how lovely! She tries them on immediately. The trinkets fit her really well, Wataru has a good eye for this! Maybe he should craft more than violins? He definitely should! Marie would definitely mention that to him next time they see each other]
[Annums and any attendant gift-giving fall at the beginning of the month, Void take it, and Myr's going to cling to that like he would any other part of Thedas. (Ignoring that it's not usual to give gifts on First Day instead of Satinalia; he can pretend.)
...There was also the little matter of assembling his particular gift and finding someone to write a note for him.
Marie receives a bouquet of brilliant red cyclamens and a little tin with a pattern of foraging bees on it; inside, there's a carefully cut piece of raw honeycomb. The accompanying note is written in one hand (fine and professional) and signed in another (shaky and trailing).]
Happy First Day, my friend, and thank you for your gift! I too would be delighted to make your acquaintance in the new year. Would you do me the honor of a call over the watches sometime? I'm much better at talking than writing.
In Andraste's love,
M yr Shi vana
...There was also the little matter of assembling his particular gift and finding someone to write a note for him.
Marie receives a bouquet of brilliant red cyclamens and a little tin with a pattern of foraging bees on it; inside, there's a carefully cut piece of raw honeycomb. The accompanying note is written in one hand (fine and professional) and signed in another (shaky and trailing).]
Happy First Day, my friend, and thank you for your gift! I too would be delighted to make your acquaintance in the new year. Would you do me the honor of a call over the watches sometime? I'm much better at talking than writing.
In Andraste's love,
M yr Shi vana
[Just as he requested, Marie calls Myrโs watch to thank him for his lovely gift]
Hello! My name is Marie Antoinette, I wanted to say how much I like the flowers you gave me! I will make sure to communicate via calls rather than notes in future, I did not know that was your preference!
Hello! My name is Marie Antoinette, I wanted to say how much I like the flowers you gave me! I will make sure to communicate via calls rather than notes in future, I did not know that was your preference!
Did you leave a gift at my door?
[ So... very polite a greeting, Steak. ]
[ So... very polite a greeting, Steak. ]
[She does not really care though]
I most certainly did. How did you like it?
I most certainly did. How did you like it?
That was indeed me. As you probably know by now, my name is Marie. Did you like the gift?
[Natsuru's terrible at gift exchanges in general. Rather, she hasn't had many chances to do it, and therefore isn't practiced in selecting things even for people she knows.
So of course she's been paralyzed by indecision over what to do about the stranger who sent her a small gift. The other girl who lives with that Lancer lady and Zelda, she thinks? It was just a small gesture, but Natsuru couldn't leave it completely unanswered. Eventually, she sent a simple text, hoping she has the right person.]
Hello? Um, this is Natsuru Senou. I think you sent me a gift for the holidays a while ago.
I just wanted to say thank you, I guess! The cookies were nice, and the flower's really pretty. And I think it would be nice if we could get to know each other this year too.
[The message ends there. Short and sweet. And Natsuru is fretting way too much over whether she could have written it better.]
So of course she's been paralyzed by indecision over what to do about the stranger who sent her a small gift. The other girl who lives with that Lancer lady and Zelda, she thinks? It was just a small gesture, but Natsuru couldn't leave it completely unanswered. Eventually, she sent a simple text, hoping she has the right person.]
Hello? Um, this is Natsuru Senou. I think you sent me a gift for the holidays a while ago.
I just wanted to say thank you, I guess! The cookies were nice, and the flower's really pretty. And I think it would be nice if we could get to know each other this year too.
[The message ends there. Short and sweet. And Natsuru is fretting way too much over whether she could have written it better.]
Hi! Itโs a pleasure to hear from you, Natsuru! I am glad that the gift was well received. My name is Marie Antoinette and I am looking forward to getting to know you!
[She attaches a photo of herself smiling so Natsuru knows who to look for if she wants to follow up! And also partially because she thinks it is cute]
[She attaches a photo of herself smiling so Natsuru knows who to look for if she wants to follow up! And also partially because she thinks it is cute]
[Salieri is deep in his sleep when one of this two cords is swiftly and abruptly plucked. Gone.
It startles him like a cold douse of water over his head. With a start he flings the sheets off his bed and immediately looks to his side. Amadeus, of course, is not anywhere to be seenโ and this is not immediately surprising. The genius Maestro is often gone at late hours, typically gallivanting with his theater troupe or simply hunched over a long enduring score. No, that is not what has Salieri clutching his shirt, as though an essential organ had just been ripped out.
It is that he can no longer feel him. Not anymore.
In a quick blur he reaches for his communication device and calls upon the Bond he still feels firm and lingering in himself. He feels her still, he does- but it doesn't stop his heart from pounding when she doesn't answer in that first ring.
When Marie does pick up, his voice is breathless rush.] โMarie.
[Not My Queen, not Your Majesty.]
Iโ Something is wrong.
It startles him like a cold douse of water over his head. With a start he flings the sheets off his bed and immediately looks to his side. Amadeus, of course, is not anywhere to be seenโ and this is not immediately surprising. The genius Maestro is often gone at late hours, typically gallivanting with his theater troupe or simply hunched over a long enduring score. No, that is not what has Salieri clutching his shirt, as though an essential organ had just been ripped out.
It is that he can no longer feel him. Not anymore.
In a quick blur he reaches for his communication device and calls upon the Bond he still feels firm and lingering in himself. He feels her still, he does- but it doesn't stop his heart from pounding when she doesn't answer in that first ring.
When Marie does pick up, his voice is breathless rush.] โMarie.
[Not My Queen, not Your Majesty.]
Iโ Something is wrong.
[Salieri is not alone in this feeling. Marie was also woken up in the middle of the night - not by a noise, not by any movement - just by a sinking feeling of unease. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong with her Bonds.
One of them, at least.
She tries to focus on what is no longer there - a dull sensation of emptiness where her connection to Amadeus used to be. Did he cancel the Bond? Or... worse?
Sheโs so absorbed in these thoughts she does not even notice that her device is ringing. This never happens. It is serious]
You felt this too?
[Was Salieriโs Bond with Amadeus severed as well? He would not have just decided to cut them both off... right?]
One of them, at least.
She tries to focus on what is no longer there - a dull sensation of emptiness where her connection to Amadeus used to be. Did he cancel the Bond? Or... worse?
Sheโs so absorbed in these thoughts she does not even notice that her device is ringing. This never happens. It is serious]
You felt this too?
[Was Salieriโs Bond with Amadeus severed as well? He would not have just decided to cut them both off... right?]
Marie. If you're around answer. It's actually important.
[Vanitas contacting her on his own? That surely must be important. She responds as soon as she notices the message]
I am here. Did something happen? Do you need help, Vanitas?
I am here. Did something happen? Do you need help, Vanitas?
You do not have to be sorry. None of us were really in any state to talk. It is okay now
[In a pink box with a red ribbon, Marie will find homemade chocolates from Towa, with a little tag with a short message on it.]
Thank you for all your hard work for the festival. You're a very sweet person, one I'm very glad to know.
โก Towa
Thank you for all your hard work for the festival. You're a very sweet person, one I'm very glad to know.
โก Towa
[How lovely! Marie will eat one immediately and save the rest for later, but not before snapping a photo with her watch and sends it to Towa, with a thank you message]
Thank you for your lovely gift, the chocolates were really tasty! I will make sure to give you something just as lovely in return!
Thank you for your lovely gift, the chocolates were really tasty! I will make sure to give you something just as lovely in return!
[ he'd known what it meant when he woke up and felt that hollow, unfillable gap in his heart.
it was different from the rathmores, despite initial panic setting in which made him wonder about a repeat offense from the disgraced noblemen. back then, it felt more like an old, worn wound – the phantom emptiness of something not quite right.
now, it's fresh. he's bleeding.
what's more, he knows just who it is that's gone.
ever since the incident with the rathmores, amadeus had become impossibly attuned to the harmonies of salieri and marie's unique presences. each of the two made up what felt like a part of his soul, shared in his life even when they were physically apart. miles away, in the composer's shared home, he can still feel marie.
but salieri ... is gone.
it doesn't take checking, double-checking or triple-checking the network for him to understand that salieri is an isolated incident. he's not in aefenglom anymore.
by now, he also knows marie must have felt it, she must be hurting, too. yet ... he can't bring himself to call her until a half hour has past. it's 6:00AM when amadeus decides to pick up the watch. ]
Maria— [ he begins, throat tight ] You felt it too, didn't you?
[ his voice is muffled as he sits hunched over on his bed. he just wants to check up on her, make sure she's going to be okay. hold it back, amadeus, you don't need to burden her with your feelings. ]
it was different from the rathmores, despite initial panic setting in which made him wonder about a repeat offense from the disgraced noblemen. back then, it felt more like an old, worn wound – the phantom emptiness of something not quite right.
now, it's fresh. he's bleeding.
what's more, he knows just who it is that's gone.
ever since the incident with the rathmores, amadeus had become impossibly attuned to the harmonies of salieri and marie's unique presences. each of the two made up what felt like a part of his soul, shared in his life even when they were physically apart. miles away, in the composer's shared home, he can still feel marie.
but salieri ... is gone.
it doesn't take checking, double-checking or triple-checking the network for him to understand that salieri is an isolated incident. he's not in aefenglom anymore.
by now, he also knows marie must have felt it, she must be hurting, too. yet ... he can't bring himself to call her until a half hour has past. it's 6:00AM when amadeus decides to pick up the watch. ]
Maria— [ he begins, throat tight ] You felt it too, didn't you?
[ his voice is muffled as he sits hunched over on his bed. he just wants to check up on her, make sure she's going to be okay. hold it back, amadeus, you don't need to burden her with your feelings. ]
[She did feel it just as well as he did. Sure, Marieโs other Bonds still felt as strong ever and yet, this one was just... no longer there. For as long as she has stayed in Aefenglom she has never experienced something like this before, but she was well aware of what it meant.
She picks up the call almost immediately. After all, she would have called Amadeus herself if he took even one minute longer to contact her]
I did.
[Deep breath. They both knew what happened. She will not be stating the obvious.]
How... how are you feeling, Amadeus?
[That is also something she knows. Next to the void in her heart where her Bond with Salieri used to be, the other composerโs Bond is pulsating with all kinds of emotion. But maybe Amadeus should have a chance to let at least some of it out?]
She picks up the call almost immediately. After all, she would have called Amadeus herself if he took even one minute longer to contact her]
I did.
[Deep breath. They both knew what happened. She will not be stating the obvious.]
How... how are you feeling, Amadeus?
[That is also something she knows. Next to the void in her heart where her Bond with Salieri used to be, the other composerโs Bond is pulsating with all kinds of emotion. But maybe Amadeus should have a chance to let at least some of it out?]
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