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 Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:31 am
"So you did make them," the Raevan says casually, letting the Knight past before starting on eating one of the petals of the smaller flower.
... The pink certainly tasted.... Well, it tasted, which was unusual enough. Lucretia was not precisely sure how to describe what it tasted like, as she had never really experienced it before. But it was very interesting, and she could not help but keep eating.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:36 am
"Miss is jumping to conclusions," he responds with a slight huff, turning his face so that she cannot see it. ... And so he cannot see that she started eating the flower without wiping it or washing it or anything. He'd probably be horrified if he knew -- it was on her hair. Hair! Ew.
"Did the sender include any explanation of this gift?" he wonders while facing the sink, filling a large metal bowl with cold water.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:51 am
Lucretia does not immediately respond, as she is busy devouring the first flower. When it was gone, though, she replies, "Well, there was a note, but whoever sent it didn't sign it. Just a really short note. Something about ... someone being wronged and loveliness and ... oh, the paper smelled nice, too." Poetry is not the Raevan's strong point.
And as for Setsushi's denial, well, Lucretia had all but convinced herself that the tall Porcelain who had been on a date with her had been the one responsible for the gift. Even if he had had nothing to do with it, it would be difficult to convince the girl otherwise.
She could try again to get him to admit it later. For now, the second flower, and then the rest of the ice....
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:07 am
As he begins to slowly, carefully draw cubes of ice out of the water and place them on a plate, Setsushi frowns, turning over thoughts behind his customary wall. He then very slowly suggests, "Cherry blossoms are beautiful, but brief. ... If one who writes to Miss Lucretia compares himself to that flower, he must only be able to offer brief beauty of little use." He pauses. "I would advise Miss to avoid that man," he concludes, and chuckles softly.
... After forming the second cube, he takes a moment to rest. It's tricky, getting them to come out perfectly regular... sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:15 am
When she is done eating the flowers, Lucretia lets out a sigh of pleasure and moves across the room to rejoin Setsushi. A blush starts to spread across her cheeks - a real honest pink one, which has never happened to her before. The color touches her lips, as well, and the end of her nose and her shoulders and finally the tips of her fingers. Of course, the Ice Rose Raevan does not notice, as she is not looking in a mirror.
"Why do pretty things have to be used, though?" she wonders. "If you use them, don't they just get used... used up?" Kind of like how her flowers were gone now. The girl licked her lips a little, relishing the lingering flavor, but still kind of missed the cute little ice blossoms anyway.
"Oh, and the ice cubes do not need to be perfect or anything," Lucretia adds. "I'm just going to devour those, too."
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 5:44 pm
Oh, he doesn't have to make them cubical? With a slight feeling of relief, Setsushi reaches for the bowl of water again.
But as to her question... "... Huh?" Setsushi doesn't seem to have followed her line of reasoning, perhaps because Setsushi was speaking of men and Lucretia of ice flowers. "I don't understand," he begins, turning slightly to regard her while his fingers hover over the surface of the water, and...
... he gapes.
"... Miss," he finally stammers, "are you all right??"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 6:59 pm
"Is it harder to make them certain shapes?" she asks, moving closer to watch the Knight work his magic. Maybe if she studies him closely enough, Lucretia would be able to figure out how his magic worked.
"Oh, uh, and you said something like 'brief beauty of little use'," the Raevan goes on when she feels his confusion. "But what if you don't... use... it...." Not that she is really sure what she means or how that works anyway. Of course, Lucretia is not likely to admit that.
"You already have someone else, an-" she starts to say, when the Porcelain looks over at her and gapes.
Confused, Lucretia nods. "Yeah, I feel fine. Just hungry. Why? What's wrong?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:10 pm
... Setsushi slowly closes his mouth, a thousand walled-away thoughts running through his brain, his expression conveying only confusion and horror.
"... Miss has turned pink," he finally says, and chews on his lip as he gestures mentally towards the bathroom, where there is a mirror in which she can see for herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:17 pm
Lucretia's head tilts slowly to one side, her mouth hanging open slightly as she just stares at Setsushi for a long moment in silence. Then she crosses her arms and laughs.
"Very funny. I don't feel pink." When the Porcelain nudges her in the direction of the bathroom, though, a momentary doubt crosses her features. She turns and moves towards the other room, glancing over her shoulder once or twice at Setsushi.
"You'd better be kidding." The Raevan does not sound angry yet, just a little worried.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:24 pm
Setsushi unfortunately isn't kidding, he replies, setting the bowl down and following a few steps behind her.
"... Perhaps it was the beet juice," he murmurs, then winces and brings a hand to his temples.
... Kumoru is going to come for Setsushi's soul. D:
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:31 pm
When Lucretia sees her reflection, a few lose feathers from among the slender white ones that grow from her brow fall from her hair and drift to the floor. She grasps the edge of the sink and leans closer to the mirror.
Then she leans back and laughs, twirling around and holding her arms out, as though she is trying on a new dress and admiring the fit in the mirror. "Well, that is very strange." The Raevan grins at Setsushi then, turning to the side slightly and posing. "Do you like it? Was this your plan all along?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:38 pm
"My plan???" Setsushi asks, now wringing his hands as he looks at her pinkening limbs, too worried to be... ... ... yeah.
"Has this happened before?" he asked, still alarmed despite her laughter. Whatever dye the maker of those flowers used, it was definitely not enough to color her that way and so quickly -- it's almost as if she sucked it up like a flower. Rather, it looks to Setsushi like some sort of adverse reaction -- though if she feels all right, perhaps not.
"... I hope your father will not be angry about this."
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 8:04 pm
The pink starts to fade almost immediately, without really turning any significant area of the Raevan's skin a different color first. Lucretia peers at her fingertips, and seems a bit disappointed as the new color starts to fade, leaving behind her usual icy blue-white.
"I feel okay, just surprised," she tells the Porcelain with a giggle. "So I don't think Daddy would have reason to get upset. Unless I die from it later or something." Lucretia shrugs, then spreads her wings out and sways a little from side to side as she thinks a moment.
"And this has definitely never happened before." Lucretia peers at Setsushi blankly for a moment, then leans closer suddenly, her eyes narrowing as she asks, "Has it ever happened to you? Maybe this is what your mom meant about 'transmitting effort' or whatever?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 9:34 pm
Setsushi breathes a deep sigh of relief as he watches the color fade, then... turns his gaze away from her body again.
Setsushi had been deathly afraid it was something permanent. sweatdrop He feared Miss's father would have viewed it as a disfigurement. ... And "Blue suits Miss Lucretia better." But it does seem to be passing now.
"Porcelain do not change color like that." Certainly they blush from emotion or exertion or turn blue from cold or fright, but such a radical color shift after eating something... possibly analogous to a rash, but it did not seem to bother Lucretia.
"If you're certain you're all right..." he slowly moves back to the sink. ... And sets about fixing the two finished ice cubes, which began to melt while Setsushi was distracted.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 9:57 pm
The Ice Rose wobbles through the air as she follows Setsushi back across the house again, glancing upwards as she wonders what Kumoru might have done if the color change had been permanent. She herself did not mind it, which could soften her father's reaction....
"I doubt Daddy would have killed you for it," she tells him finally with a small reassuring smile. "Although I guess if you really want, I can keep the turning pink part a secret from him."
A momentary look of uncertainty crosses Lucretia's features then. "Or, I can try to keep it a secret for as long as I can, anyway." It was very difficult for her to keep secrets from the mage.
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