Tartaglia picks himself up off of the ground where he'd collapsed, his body aching from the corruption that plagues it from the shifting he's done thus far. But behind his eyes is something else, something more hungry and predatory. While he lives in a nightmare of escaping from predators himself, losing himself to a world where it's hunt and be hunted, his body in the real world has become the predator. Everything is so large and unfamiliar, and he stumbles about as the other soul inside of him gets used to walking on two legs. Despite the unfamiliarity, there's one thing his primal-driven mind knows right now...there's all sorts of food walking around for him to eat.
So it's time to pick a target and capture it so he can devour it and satiate the hunger he feels.
He finds one soon enough, as Karteria is crawling with bountiful amounts of food, and he starts to stalk an innocent bystander through the city. Unbeknownst to him, someone who knows him spots him in the middle of his hunt, his focus completely on the person in front of him who has no idea they've been followed for quite a ways...]
[ After countless nights of terrible dreams, Yoimiya feels like she's finally gotten somewhat of a grip on herself. Given the circumstances, she's still not quite comfortable with sleeping, preferring to walk outside and surround herself with people. But even so, Karteria itself seems like it's on edge no matter where she goes. The tension in the air feels so thick that it could be cut with a sword. Despite it all, she appreciates getting some much-needed fresh air, it's a preferred change of pace from everything that's happened. Her eyes drift around her surroundings and it's then, a tuft of bright ginger hair from across the street grabs her attention. It doesn't take long for her to realize who she's staring at.
It's Tartaglia!
But before she's given the chance to greet him, Yoimiya notices that he seems to be focused on something, or better yet, someone else. She looks over the other direction to see an innocent bystander not too far ahead of him. It's hard to tell from this distance but even so, every fiber of her being tells her that something is off about her friend. He might be a Fatui but he doesn't strike her as the type of person to stalk a civilian. ]
Tartaglia...?
[ She waves at him to try and gain his attention but to no avail. Yoimiya isn't sure what to make of this but when in doubt, the best way to get to the bottom of a situation is to dive in. So, she doesn't hesitate to tail him, she's hot on his heels while keeping a respectable distance. ]
[He doesn't recognize his name, the only thing his feral self knows is that there's someone else following him. But it doesn't seem to be a threat, so he continues his hunt. As long as the thing following him doesn't get too close, he sees no reason to give up his prey.
As he continues to stalk this unsuspecting person, Tartaglia feels the need for something more, like his mere hands here aren't enough to capture and feed on them without the risk of them getting away. Quickly moving faster now to get ahead of his food, his body begins to shift into his Arthropoda form, fully given over to the influence and needs of his Natural Soul. He moves from behind the prey to in front of it, using the nearby buildings to hide his movements until he finds the right spot to lie in wait, hidden from view.
Tap, tap, tap, go the footprints of a man simply walking home from his job, and when the time is right, from behind a building, Tartaglia strikes.
His mantis claws reach out and grab the man by his legs and torso, dragging him into a side alley with ease, the razor exoskeleton from his assassin bug side digging into his flesh. He fights back, but to no avail- the strength of which the lost Harbinger has the man by is far more than any human could hope to fight back against.
And when he has him securely in his grasp, despite the man's cries and screams, the beak of his face plunges deep down into his chest, piercing it completely and injecting a paralyzing and digestive agent. The man's screams slowly begin to stop, as he no longer has any control over himself- and the pain of his insides dissolving become too much, and passes out.
Tartaglia stands there, waiting patiently for the acid to do its job, before he begins to feast...]
[ His lack of reaction immediately raises red flags. Though their last encounter didn't end on the best note, she can't imagine Tartaglia straight up ignoring her. Something is up, and given the horrific nightmares plaguing everyone, she wonders if maybe he's being haunted by dreams too. With urgency in her steps, Yoimiya quickens her stride, consideration for her own safety doesn't even cross her mind; she just needs to know if her friend is okay.
It's difficult to ascertain if he's even aware of her presence, and before she realizes the severity of the situation, Tartaglia moves so fast that it feels like he's gone in the blink of an eye. Yoimiya stands on the lonely street, her expression laced with bewilderment as her eyes dart between the buildings. Where did he go? Geez, it's no wonder why he's a Harbinger, she ponders to herself. As she looks around for any signs of him, Yoimiya is getting ready to check a nearby alleyway when the terrible sounds of a blood-curdling scream rip through the area. Alarm bells transform into blaring sirens, and she doesn't hesitate to bolt toward the screams.
An impending sense of doom overwhelms her the closer she gets to the source of the noise, the cries and yells surge the palpitations in her heart. Finally, after what felt like the longest most agonizing run in her life, Yoimiya sees Tartaglia within her sights and stumbles onto what has to be the most horrifying scene she's ever witnessed. There's Tartaglia, shifted into his Arthropoda form with a set of terrifying mantis claws. But the worst part of it all, is the sight of him plunging what looks like a beak into the man's chest and injecting some kind of paralyzing toxin into him. ]
T-Tartaglia?! What are you doing?!?!
[ Unable to process what's happening, her face turns pale as a sheet, her knees buckle from underneath her, causing her to land onto the ground. It's obvious what's happening: Tartaglia just killed a man and is feasting on him like a feral animal needing his hunger satiated. What remains of the man's corpse is so horrifying and gruesome that Yoimiya almost doesn't want to believe what she's witnessing. Is this seriously happening? Or if she's back to having another terrible nightmare? ]
[Not a single bit of recognition is seen on the shifted amalgamation of a bug. His name means nothing to him, he doesn't know or understand what human speech even is. Fascinating that the prey makes similar noises, but he can't tell what they mean. All he knows is that he has to stop the struggle of his prey, and within seconds, the man stops moving.
Now, it's time to feast.
It doesn't take long. His beak sucks out the juices of the inside of the man, and his mantis side doesn't leave anything to waste- he eats the rest of him quickly, the mandibles around the beak shoving the softened material into his mouth until nothing is left but blood on the pavement and the blood dripping from his insectoid mouth. With the essentials out of the way, his eye turns towards the frozen form of Yoimiya. He's not hungry anymore, but something else in the vicinity may be a threat. His pincers set to his sides, ready to have to fight her off, but she gives no indication of malice, until he's deemed that she's not going to attack, not now at least.
He moves to approach her with the intent to walk right past, uninterested in Yoimiya until his antennae smell something familiar- this was the female he tried to mate with before. He stops, and his bug body starts to step from side to side in a strange mating dance, until his instincts tell him that this would not allow him to mate with this creature. He'd have to don his other form, to which he slowly receeds back into his human body, yet still manages to stay half-shifted. Wings protrude from his back, one hand is still a pincer, his antennae reach out to try to feel her like he had previously. Pheromones fill the air, and though his face looks normal once again, his eyes are still lifeless and blank as he awkwardly does the same stepping from side to side, just as a human now, blood streaked across his face from the dinner he just had.]
[ Oh, Archons above... this is without a doubt, the most horrifying scene she's ever witnessed. For once in her life, Yoimiya is unable to formulate words, stricken with abject fear at Tartaglia straight up eating the man he just killed. Her face turns pale as she watches the victim's innards getting sucked out of him, her own stomach begins to churn and twist at the awful noises. It's hard to even fathom the pain he must have felt, all she can do is pray that poor man was already dead before he became Tartaglia's meal.
Finally, after what seemed like the most agonizing moment of her life, it looks like Tartaglia is done eating him, leaving nothing but blood splattering all over the ground. When he turns to her with blood dripping down his face, there's a moment where Yoimiya wonders if she'll be his next feast. The natural soul stirs inside of her, her glire instincts scream at her to get the heck out of here.
Thankfully... he starts to walk past her. For a split second, Yoimiya begins to think she's safe until he starts moving in the strangest manner possible. But honestly, she's far too freaked out to even consider the absurdity of it all, until her nose catches a whiff of a familiar, alluring scent, the same aroma that made her want to mate with him. Feeling that same urge take over, she slowly gets off the ground and moves closer to him, ready to let him touch her with his antenna if he so pleases.
But as soon as she steps closer, those lifeless eyes immediately wake her up from her trance. The blood staining his face does her in; she feels her nose burning, and bile rising in her throat. No longer can Yoimiya hold it in as she doubles over with tears forming behind her eyes and begins to puke all over the ground. ]
[Though his bug brain isn't familiar with the concept of throwing up, his instincts tell him that she's sick. The stench of it hits his human nose, making him scrunch it up in disgust. Tartaglia doesn't mean to be rude, but it does get him to stop and look down at her wondering if she's okay. Is she okay? ...Is she okay....
He blinks once as that seems to pull him out of the terrible nightmare he was experiencing into the real world, trying to register what exactly is happening in front of him. Childe has no idea where he is, and all he can see is Yoimiya puking in front of him on the ground.]
...Huh? Yoimiya...are...what...?
[Stumbling backwards a few steps, his hand comes up to his head, confusion reigning supreme as he tries to make sense of it all. But his Natural Soul is still fighting for dominance, forcing his eyes to roll back as he enters the nightmare once more. His feral self takes back over, looking at the woman on the ground with a hunger that differs from hunting for a meal.
But now that his consciousness has awoken for a moment, he fights to wake up from the nightmare that consumes him, trying to wrest control back of his own body. Grunts and strangled noises come up from his throat, and he grips his own head in the struggle between consciousness and the deep sleep he was in.]
It's a string of small, colorful pictures. Emoji? Is that what it was called? Yoimiya isn't sure what to make this at first. Is this from the Patho-Gen? A cry for help? One of those scammers Sunday warned her about? The possibilities are endless and yet, she feels like she should understand those tiny pictures.
๐โก... ๐ง๐ฝ๐...
It reminds her of something. ]
Hello treeleaf! Can I help you?
[ Scammer or not, she's determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. Treeleaf... that sounds incredibly familiar, it's on the tip of her tongue. Think, Yoimiya, think! ]
no u (also Iโm sorry for my may fail this is my crawling back)
[ Oh! She got a text response. Okay, so the person on the other end is probably not a scammer. (she doesn't know how scammers operate) BUT HMMM... looks like they only know how to communicate in pictures?
Not a problem! Picture puzzles are her jam. She ascertains ๐ณ๐ is treeleaf. ๐ must be a greeting. As for the rest... ]
[ On one fine summer morning, Rinne walks into the Valentia's cafe and towards Yoimiya's table, acoustic guitar in hand. Yes, he woke up early for this. Yes, he's going to make a scene. Soon, everyone's clapping along... ]
[ The first day of summer is exciting for SO MANY REASONS but it also happens to be her โจ BIRTHDAY โจ Back home, she'd be spending the day with family, friends, the neighborhood kids but it turns out, this world has other plans for her. So here she is, in the cafeteria gorging on a slice of cake. But hey!! At least nothing bad will happen later tonight. Hahahaha... stares at the event
Anyways, Yoimiya is minding her own business, deciding which shops to check out when she suddenly hears Rinne's boisterous voice from across the cafeteria. She looks up to see him with an acoustic guitar in hand and oh, he's wishing someone a Happy Birthday. Oh, he's coming closer and oh, it's her who is on the receiving end. ]
Oh my goodness...! I've been blessed by the famous idol, Rinnepyon...!!!
[ SHE LOOKS SO SURPRISED BUT SO ECSTATIC AT THE SAME TIME. ]
A wish?! Oh um, gosh that's so difficult. But... what I want the most is to see the smiles on everyone's faces.
[ Rinne preens. The famous idol, Rinnepyon... He's nowhere near as famous to deserve it just yet, but it has a nice ring to it! This is why he loves hanging around her. ]
Heh, I like the sound of that. I was hopin' you'd be more specific, but figuring that shit out's my job anyway. [ He strums his guitar. ] Okay! A buncha smiles comin' right up. Follow me, Miyacakes. We got fans to play for!
[ He jerks a thumb behind him. They're heading out! Is Yoimiya finished with her cake... Does he have to eat it... ]
[ Oh! Yoimiya hadn't expected anything else, she truly thought the birthday wishes was more than enough. She looks both started and touched for a moment until reality finally sets in. ]
Eh?! I'm coming with ya? [ DOT DOT DOT ] WAIT, we're playing for fans????
[ SO MUCH IS HAPPENING. But her cake... it'd be a shame to waste food so she's stuffing the last of the cake into her mouth while dropping the strawberry onto the plate but it's fine! Rinne can have the strawberry if he wants. ]
Refs goooo!!!!
[ She says with her hand pumped in the air and cheeks puffed up like a squirrel. Probably shouldn't be talking with her mouth full but here she is...... ]
[ Rinne pops the strawberry in his mouth, but unlike Yoimiya, he chews and swallows before actually shouting, ]
LET'S GOOOOO!!!!
[ And they're off! To the park. Where a lot of kids are waiting apparently! Busking and schmoozing with the locals paid off — he managed to get some help setting up a small stage, where dozens of young concert-goers have gathered, chatting amongst themselves before the show begins. To entice others to join in on the fun, a couple of local vendors are at the venue, too! ... It's really just a kid with a lemonade stand and another slightly older kid selling peanuts... But hey, all Rinne did was ask. Profit? That's not his priority right now. ]
You know any of our songs? [ He's been playing at the Valentia every day. ] You can follow a beat, yeah?
[ He picks a tambourine up and places it in her hands. ]
Oh, and—I know this is sudden, but you've got some firecrackers on hand, right?
[ Yoimiya didn't have the slightest clue where he was planning to take her and as soon they stroll up to the designated spot, she's pleasantly surprised to see the park. But the biggest surprise of them all is what she assumes is a stage standing proud in the park. Astounded, she stares at the small stage with her mouth agape for a brief moment until her eyes glisten with excitement. Sure, it might not be super fancy, and the only stands are a kid with a lemonade stand and another kid selling peanuts, but that only adds to the charm.
In due time, she can picture 3Kon attracting a bustling crowd full of people chanting their names.
But before she stands there with her mouth open for too long, Rinne's voice snaps her out of her thoughts. ]
Yeah! If I happen to catch y'all playing at the Valentina, I always try to watch. I'm not sure if I can carry a tune but I'll be sure to do my best.
[ If she's gonna start idol training, now's the time! In the span of like 0.5 seconds, firecrackers are whipped out of her pockets... which probably violates all kinds of safety hazards but details, details. She'll carry around fireworks with her even when she's old and gray. ]
Here we go! I kind of threw these together on a whim so they aren't as flashy as the ones back home but these little puppies still have a strong POP to them.
[ Yoimiya hadn't thought much about her birthday but her sweet friends are proving her wrong. These cookies are the cutest things she's ever seen so naturally, she has to shoot Aether a text. ]
Aether! Thank you so so SOOOO much for the cookies. They were delicious, cute, and just the absolute best.
Eating one of your homemade treats on my birthday feels like a blessing.
Really?! Do you mind sending me the recipe one day? I can't get enough of them and I'd like to try and make them for myself.
Thank you again Aether! You're the best pal anyone could ask for. Ideally, I wish you didn't dragged into this world too but I can't think of a better friend to be stuck in this place with.
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Tartaglia picks himself up off of the ground where he'd collapsed, his body aching from the corruption that plagues it from the shifting he's done thus far. But behind his eyes is something else, something more hungry and predatory. While he lives in a nightmare of escaping from predators himself, losing himself to a world where it's hunt and be hunted, his body in the real world has become the predator. Everything is so large and unfamiliar, and he stumbles about as the other soul inside of him gets used to walking on two legs. Despite the unfamiliarity, there's one thing his primal-driven mind knows right now...there's all sorts of food walking around for him to eat.
So it's time to pick a target and capture it so he can devour it and satiate the hunger he feels.
He finds one soon enough, as Karteria is crawling with bountiful amounts of food, and he starts to stalk an innocent bystander through the city. Unbeknownst to him, someone who knows him spots him in the middle of his hunt, his focus completely on the person in front of him who has no idea they've been followed for quite a ways...]
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It's Tartaglia!
But before she's given the chance to greet him, Yoimiya notices that he seems to be focused on something, or better yet, someone else. She looks over the other direction to see an innocent bystander not too far ahead of him. It's hard to tell from this distance but even so, every fiber of her being tells her that something is off about her friend. He might be a Fatui but he doesn't strike her as the type of person to stalk a civilian. ]
Tartaglia...?
[ She waves at him to try and gain his attention but to no avail. Yoimiya isn't sure what to make of this but when in doubt, the best way to get to the bottom of a situation is to dive in. So, she doesn't hesitate to tail him, she's hot on his heels while keeping a respectable distance. ]
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As he continues to stalk this unsuspecting person, Tartaglia feels the need for something more, like his mere hands here aren't enough to capture and feed on them without the risk of them getting away. Quickly moving faster now to get ahead of his food, his body begins to shift into his Arthropoda form, fully given over to the influence and needs of his Natural Soul. He moves from behind the prey to in front of it, using the nearby buildings to hide his movements until he finds the right spot to lie in wait, hidden from view.
Tap, tap, tap, go the footprints of a man simply walking home from his job, and when the time is right, from behind a building, Tartaglia strikes.
His mantis claws reach out and grab the man by his legs and torso, dragging him into a side alley with ease, the razor exoskeleton from his assassin bug side digging into his flesh. He fights back, but to no avail- the strength of which the lost Harbinger has the man by is far more than any human could hope to fight back against.
And when he has him securely in his grasp, despite the man's cries and screams, the beak of his face plunges deep down into his chest, piercing it completely and injecting a paralyzing and digestive agent. The man's screams slowly begin to stop, as he no longer has any control over himself- and the pain of his insides dissolving become too much, and passes out.
Tartaglia stands there, waiting patiently for the acid to do its job, before he begins to feast...]
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It's difficult to ascertain if he's even aware of her presence, and before she realizes the severity of the situation, Tartaglia moves so fast that it feels like he's gone in the blink of an eye. Yoimiya stands on the lonely street, her expression laced with bewilderment as her eyes dart between the buildings. Where did he go? Geez, it's no wonder why he's a Harbinger, she ponders to herself. As she looks around for any signs of him, Yoimiya is getting ready to check a nearby alleyway when the terrible sounds of a blood-curdling scream rip through the area. Alarm bells transform into blaring sirens, and she doesn't hesitate to bolt toward the screams.
An impending sense of doom overwhelms her the closer she gets to the source of the noise, the cries and yells surge the palpitations in her heart. Finally, after what felt like the longest most agonizing run in her life, Yoimiya sees Tartaglia within her sights and stumbles onto what has to be the most horrifying scene she's ever witnessed. There's Tartaglia, shifted into his Arthropoda form with a set of terrifying mantis claws. But the worst part of it all, is the sight of him plunging what looks like a beak into the man's chest and injecting some kind of paralyzing toxin into him. ]
T-Tartaglia?! What are you doing?!?!
[ Unable to process what's happening, her face turns pale as a sheet, her knees buckle from underneath her, causing her to land onto the ground. It's obvious what's happening: Tartaglia just killed a man and is feasting on him like a feral animal needing his hunger satiated. What remains of the man's corpse is so horrifying and gruesome that Yoimiya almost doesn't want to believe what she's witnessing. Is this seriously happening? Or if she's back to having another terrible nightmare? ]
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Now, it's time to feast.
It doesn't take long. His beak sucks out the juices of the inside of the man, and his mantis side doesn't leave anything to waste- he eats the rest of him quickly, the mandibles around the beak shoving the softened material into his mouth until nothing is left but blood on the pavement and the blood dripping from his insectoid mouth. With the essentials out of the way, his eye turns towards the frozen form of Yoimiya. He's not hungry anymore, but something else in the vicinity may be a threat. His pincers set to his sides, ready to have to fight her off, but she gives no indication of malice, until he's deemed that she's not going to attack, not now at least.
He moves to approach her with the intent to walk right past, uninterested in Yoimiya until his antennae smell something familiar- this was the female he tried to mate with before. He stops, and his bug body starts to step from side to side in a strange mating dance, until his instincts tell him that this would not allow him to mate with this creature. He'd have to don his other form, to which he slowly receeds back into his human body, yet still manages to stay half-shifted. Wings protrude from his back, one hand is still a pincer, his antennae reach out to try to feel her like he had previously. Pheromones fill the air, and though his face looks normal once again, his eyes are still lifeless and blank as he awkwardly does the same stepping from side to side, just as a human now, blood streaked across his face from the dinner he just had.]
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Finally, after what seemed like the most agonizing moment of her life, it looks like Tartaglia is done eating him, leaving nothing but blood splattering all over the ground. When he turns to her with blood dripping down his face, there's a moment where Yoimiya wonders if she'll be his next feast. The natural soul stirs inside of her, her glire instincts scream at her to get the heck out of here.
Thankfully... he starts to walk past her. For a split second, Yoimiya begins to think she's safe until he starts moving in the strangest manner possible. But honestly, she's far too freaked out to even consider the absurdity of it all, until her nose catches a whiff of a familiar, alluring scent, the same aroma that made her want to mate with him. Feeling that same urge take over, she slowly gets off the ground and moves closer to him, ready to let him touch her with his antenna if he so pleases.
But as soon as she steps closer, those lifeless eyes immediately wake her up from her trance. The blood staining his face does her in; she feels her nose burning, and bile rising in her throat. No longer can Yoimiya hold it in as she doubles over with tears forming behind her eyes and begins to puke all over the ground. ]
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He blinks once as that seems to pull him out of the terrible nightmare he was experiencing into the real world, trying to register what exactly is happening in front of him. Childe has no idea where he is, and all he can see is Yoimiya puking in front of him on the ground.]
...Huh? Yoimiya...are...what...?
[Stumbling backwards a few steps, his hand comes up to his head, confusion reigning supreme as he tries to make sense of it all. But his Natural Soul is still fighting for dominance, forcing his eyes to roll back as he enters the nightmare once more. His feral self takes back over, looking at the woman on the ground with a hunger that differs from hunting for a meal.
But now that his consciousness has awoken for a moment, he fights to wake up from the nightmare that consumes him, trying to wrest control back of his own body. Grunts and strangled noises come up from his throat, and he grips his own head in the struggle between consciousness and the deep sleep he was in.]
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cw: emeto again lawl
shaking, crying, throwing up together.......
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๐
un: treeleaf
๐ณ๐๏ผใ๐ง๐ฝ๐
ๅฅใ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ โบ๏ธ๏ผ
bless you konoha you are so cute
It's a string of small, colorful pictures. Emoji? Is that what it was called? Yoimiya isn't sure what to make this at first. Is this from the Patho-Gen? A cry for help? One of those scammers Sunday warned her about? The possibilities are endless and yet, she feels like she should understand those tiny pictures.
๐โก... ๐ง๐ฝ๐...
It reminds her of something. ]
Hello treeleaf!
Can I help you?
[ Scammer or not, she's determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. Treeleaf... that sounds incredibly familiar, it's on the tip of her tongue. Think, Yoimiya, think! ]
no u (also Iโm sorry for my may fail this is my crawling back)
tree leaf!
๐ณ๐๏ผ
๐ณ๐ใ๐ฃ๏ธ ๐โบ๏ธ โก๏ธ ๐โก๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ปโ๐ฆฐ
[โฆ There we go!]
don't worry!!! may was crazy and i also dropped off the face of the planet. WE WILL MAKE UP FOR IT
Not a problem! Picture puzzles are her jam. She ascertains ๐ณ๐ is treeleaf. ๐ must be a greeting. As for the rest... ]
โก๏ธ๐โก?
Do you know Inazuma?
[ Maybe that will help narrow it down... ]
fr why was may so crazy tho
also okay, she thinks this is working? she can only make sense of the pictures, but.]
๐ณ๐ใโโก๏ธ ๐โก
๐ณ๐ village ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ
๐ง๐ฝ๐ ๐ค๏ผ
FR... hopefully june will be kinder to us
Her eyes scan through the message over and over again, trying to make sense of it all.
๐ณ๐
๐ณ๐
๐ณ๐
Village....
๐ป๐ฒ
๐ง๐ฝ๐!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my Archons... is this who she thinks it is?!?!?! ]
Konoha is that you?
๐ณ๐!!!!!
plz god
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โ action, next day
country gal pals action!!!!
I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR
action, on her FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!
Happy birthday Yoimiyaaaa, happy birthday tooo youuuuu~!
Now make a wish!
thank you rinne for blessing her on her FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! ๐๐๐
Hahahaha... stares at the eventAnyways, Yoimiya is minding her own business, deciding which shops to check out when she suddenly hears Rinne's boisterous voice from across the cafeteria. She looks up to see him with an acoustic guitar in hand and oh, he's wishing someone a Happy Birthday. Oh, he's coming closer and oh, it's her who is on the receiving end. ]
Oh my goodness...! I've been blessed by the famous idol, Rinnepyon...!!!
[ SHE LOOKS SO SURPRISED BUT SO ECSTATIC AT THE SAME TIME. ]
A wish?! Oh um, gosh that's so difficult. But... what I want the most is to see the smiles on everyone's faces.
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Heh, I like the sound of that. I was hopin' you'd be more specific, but figuring that shit out's my job anyway. [ He strums his guitar. ] Okay! A buncha smiles comin' right up. Follow me, Miyacakes. We got fans to play for!
[ He jerks a thumb behind him. They're heading out! Is Yoimiya finished with her cake... Does he have to eat it... ]
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Eh?! I'm coming with ya? [ DOT DOT DOT ] WAIT, we're playing for fans????
[ SO MUCH IS HAPPENING. But her cake... it'd be a shame to waste food so she's stuffing the last of the cake into her mouth while dropping the strawberry onto the plate but it's fine! Rinne can have the strawberry if he wants. ]
Refs goooo!!!!
[ She says with her hand pumped in the air and cheeks puffed up like a squirrel. Probably shouldn't be talking with her mouth full but here she is...... ]
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LET'S GOOOOO!!!!
[ And they're off! To the park. Where a lot of kids are waiting apparently! Busking and schmoozing with the locals paid off — he managed to get some help setting up a small stage, where dozens of young concert-goers have gathered, chatting amongst themselves before the show begins. To entice others to join in on the fun, a couple of local vendors are at the venue, too! ... It's really just a kid with a lemonade stand and another slightly older kid selling peanuts... But hey, all Rinne did was ask. Profit? That's not his priority right now. ]
You know any of our songs? [ He's been playing at the Valentia every day. ] You can follow a beat, yeah?
[ He picks a tambourine up and places it in her hands. ]
Oh, and—I know this is sudden, but you've got some firecrackers on hand, right?
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In due time, she can picture 3Kon attracting a bustling crowd full of people chanting their names.
But before she stands there with her mouth open for too long, Rinne's voice snaps her out of her thoughts. ]
Yeah! If I happen to catch y'all playing at the Valentina, I always try to watch. I'm not sure if I can carry a tune but I'll be sure to do my best.
[ If she's gonna start idol training, now's the time! In the span of like 0.5 seconds, firecrackers are whipped out of her pockets... which probably violates all kinds of safety hazards but details, details. She'll carry around fireworks with her even when she's old and gray. ]
Here we go! I kind of threw these together on a whim so they aren't as flashy as the ones back home but these little puppies still have a strong POP to them.
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Today is your special day, so happy birthday, Yoimiya! I wish you all the most wonderful moments and all the exciting stories to tell.
-Aether
dw time is fake....
Aether! Thank you so so SOOOO much for the cookies.
They were delicious, cute, and just the absolute best.
Eating one of your homemade treats on my birthday feels like a blessing.
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Again, happy birthday! Thanks for always being such an amazing friend.
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Thank you again Aether! You're the best pal anyone could ask for. Ideally, I wish you didn't dragged into this world too but I can't think of a better friend to be stuck in this place with.
When is your birthday?
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Thanks. I definitely feel the same.
My birthday... It's September 28th.
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[ You can practically hear her voice through text. She'll never say no to spending time with Aether. (เน>แด<เน) ]
Let's do it! I've always wanted to learn a thing or two from you in the kitchen. If you're down, we can maybe whip up a treat for our friends here.
September 28...
Got it!!!!!
Be prepared for the Yoimiya counterattack.
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