Your wish is only said to come true if you grant the wish of someone else; when you write your wish, you must also take one off of the tree and do your best to grant it. What wish do you pull off, and how do you intend to ˜grant' it? Do you work with someone else to grant this wish, or do you work alone? You may get approval from another player to use the wish their character hung up, but no names are attached so your character may not ever know who wrote it!
Albite ran his thumb across the rainbow-shaped pendant in his hand, paying special attention to its tiny silver clasp; segments inlaid with emerald, emblazoned on the back with a symbol of a dead world. Ever so tenderly pressing the charm between thumb and forefinger till it grew warm to the touch, the item flickering to life like a summoning stone.
Magnetically charged and calling its destined mate forth to his location rooftopside. Where he sat perched gargoyle-esq, distracted-seeming, with all his bells and whistles turned off as they could reasonably be and his gaze cast over the lower section of the city, ablaze with fun.
Once he was done with it? The charm went back onto a circlet, one that jingled with several other cutesy looking friendship trinkets in various shapes and sizes: kites, clovers, moons, blossoms, a fang. Kitchky jewelry that would’ve been indistinguishable in a throwaway stall or pop-up stand that appeared streetside in local markets every so often. Save for the color – the symbol – how there seemed to be something ever so slightly *more* about the tiny little pieces of glinting finery, but only at a glance.
Waiting– for someone, and only half keeping an eye out for them, judging by how he was rummaging through his pockets for a paper parcel and pen, and then scribbling something down furiously quick, like an afterthought. Taking the seeds that’d once been attached and flinging over into the dark, while neatly folding the paper they’d been attached to; his tongue caught between his teeth like a caricature as he took to the task more seriously.
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2025 11:15 am
It had been a while since she’d run into All-beef, so feeling her little pin warm was a little bit of a surprise. More of a reminder that it existed, like the pin of grapes beside it, though she hadn’t seen Quartz in… years now? It was hard to remember. Time was a blur and Eros was just along for the ride.
Like now. She’d been enjoying watching people enjoying their summer festivities, sending off lanterns, hanging around bonfires, getting chased by weird little starfish things. Getting a summons was a fun little distraction from the people watching and a promise of even more potential fun if she answered. Chaos he might be, and looking for some tea on her fellow order peeps, but it was guaranteed she could find a way to turn his mind to something far more enjoyable and avoid that messy business. She just had to appeal to the ‘brain’ in his pants. Easy job.
It also wasn’t hard to find the meeting place they’d agreed on, somewhere neutral and private, though not TOO private. Easy to reach, away from general pedestrian traffic, not many big hiding places, just in case someone wanted to crash the party. And she could sense only one energy signature, about the level and type it should be for the big corrupt with the cool tattoos. (She was glad she’d gotten used to this all enough she could pick that sensation out of the general cloud of stuff she was usually drifting in.)
“Heeey!” Eros caroled as she landed on the roof behind the crouched figure, spreading her arms as she swung her hip. “Someone order a party with rainbow ribbons?”
“Like sunshine on a rainy day…” He chuckled, the notes low, his smile soft as he simply sat there whole letting the frizzle of order aura wash over him like a prickly balm; backwards, wrong, right. Eros’s. He could taste it like pop-rocks on his tongue, like nectar in his mind. Her everything a smear of acid-washed ‘yes’ and ‘always’ and ‘again’. An old song about keeping dirty little secrets being played in the back of a flat bed —
“Heeey, Eros?” A greeting wrapped around a question, he leaned back on one hand, held the biodegradable bit of paper, bright to match the festive displays, out and up to her as she approached. “Y’wanna help this here — me? Make a wish come true.” He shrugged and dangled the bit of crinkle playfully, watching its ends catch the warm, nights breeze. “Mine, t’be specific….I’m feeling ******** tonight? Or…no —“ Because that wasn’t the word, he knew it wasn’t, didn’t care to correct himself over much though.
“Not that, but you know what I mean?” he hoped she did, and if not? It wasn’t like that was what he was there for, no, it was just the flimsy excuse he was wrapping this meeting in! “Know you do…”
“Which means you also need to know that I’ve always wanted to know what your best stash tastes like before the world ends? Little late on the come up, yeah? But that’s fine — backwards is the only way I know how to work — and I know *you* are just the girl to call for a good time.”
“I’ll pay—-“ He promised, the smile not touching the seriousness lingering in his gaze, as his head tilted back, and he tilted with it. “I’ll pretend to ask you hard questions about….mmhhmmm…whether or not you’ve seen this banana looking b***h named Grieve? Or..hell…Hy-brasil? Real earthy—-“ eventually finding himself laid all the way back across the fan of his own dreads. Looking up at her from a different (better, if you asked him) angle entirely, and sounding halfway like he was pleading, but also like he didn’t quite care what she told him ken way or another.
So long as she told him something—-
Just enough for the show to go on!!
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2025 11:34 am
Bright eyed and curious, Eros paced over, hand on hip, to pluck the paper from his thick fingers and hold it up where she could see it. The writing was blocky and careless, and she could infer from what he’d said that it really was his own wish on this paper, still here and not where it was supposed to be.
“Don’t you know you’re supposed to tie it to the tree?” She teased as she waved the little slip at him. “And then you take someone else’s. But rules are for breaking, I guess.”
She let the paper fall from her fingers onto his face as she propped both fists on her hips again, among her ruffles, and eased her stance into something lazy with a hip cocked. Face thoughtful, she combed her drug-addled brain for whatever she could remember of those people called ‘Grieve’ and ‘Hy-brasil’. Grieve, at least, got a little ping.
“The yellow b***h?” Eros asked as she tilted her head, bird like. “Puck knows her, I guess. He’s run into her a few times now, and I guess they used to know each other in the way back, like, last time around? ‘Cause I guess senshi are reborn or something, I dunno, I was never religious. She was running some kind of summer camp for Order folks, teaching them how to fight in the like… lethal sense, you know? Puck tried to get me to go, but I was like ‘No ******** thank you’.”
She left out the fact that apparently Puck had been helping her with it. That fact squicked her out just on its own and she preferred not to think about it the way she didn’t think about a lot of things. There was no way she was going to tell Albite about it, golden retriever or not, and pin any sort of target on Puck.
“I don’t know the other one though… If you want more info on either, or both, I can see what I can do about it.” Normally, Eros tried not to give real actual information out, the stuff that could get people killed, but she also didn’t feel all that bad about this one, considering they were literally learning how to kill people themselves. You kind of got what you got, at that point, and Puck was her problem, not Grieve.
Stepping to the side, she daintily straddled his trim waist with her little heeled boots and dropped down, settling her slight weight on his stomach. Elbow on her knee and chin in her hand, she eyed him from this new vantage point.
“Which, me telling you is me paying, not you, by the way, and I dunno what you mean by my ‘best stash’, but if you mean the stuff I won’t let you smoke when we’re getting high? Then you might have to go on wondering, ‘cause that stuff ain’t ******** cheap and I don’t share it for a reason… so at the very least I’d have to see your cash up front. No playing. I’m already late on my rent for like, the one hundredth month, and I don’t have the spare to go get more once I run out.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2025 11:36 am
“I tied something to the tree—” He left the potential for making a joke full to the brim of self-deprecation hang on the wind, the same as other peoples wishes and the empty strings plucking them free left behind. He grinned instead, shrugged; languid and lazy as he agreed with easy grace and a slow twitch of his eyes.
Oh yes. ******** ‘the rules’ entierly — bend them over something flat — they don’t even deserve a safe word! ‘The Rules.’
The way they were meant for ‘other people’, people decidedly not him, not tonight, and not Eros either. Obviously. Because he needed a rules free, judgement free, ‘knowing me and how I ought to be’ zone. He didn’t feel like pitting his greatest angels against his better demons. Not this exact moment, not when those problems were for tomorrow's Waru to worry over when *he* woke up.
“But I guess I don’t read so well — oops —“ His dry snort of a laugh was loud in the warm air as he blew on the piece of paper that fell across his face; watched it drift, blew at it again, childishly.
“Haaah — that banana b***h with the gobstopper insides—“ Sounding momentarily terse as he whistled past the words, sucking them from his teeth as if the mere act of mentioning her existence brought up a foul taste. “— and I really don’t care what hockey team uses her as their mascot…if her face is on a thousand Pucks…so long as everyone she sees makes her *very* ******** aware that I’m the problem whose looking for her..” For the both of them, really, though which name Hy-brasil heard made little difference to him. He oof’d softly as Eros sat, grinning for the change in view, while he’d been comfortable ruminating on the rooftop…
“I — as in me — as in ‘Praxidike’…t’be real specific. Cause that’s the name I want her t’know.” He sure as hell didn’t mind *this* either! Knew they wouldn’t get anywhere if he lazed bout all lizardlike and languid the rest of the night. Found he didn’t care as Eros’s easy commentary was plenty balm to his oft-sour and sappy moodswings, her weight a gentle blanket that set his skin buzzing. “Cause m’really sorta inta that way back bullshit these days. Yeh? Not enough to start praying about it….obviously…the idea of being ‘prince of nothing’ doesn’t appeal…though…I wouldn’t mind starting a cult?”
“The fun kind.” That was also on fire, and full of burning art, and he couldn’t help but smirk as his thoughts gently drifted and then got gently leashed around again. His hands a little less idle as they found the edges of her booted ankles. “The pleasure over business sort—” and whoever Eros didn’t know? Albite let go, with barely there shrug, acknowledgement of her agreement to try. “---though not the sort that requires paying monthly dues…or maybe it should?” Raised brow and pursed pout, he mimed shock for being so quickly denied what he’d begun to dub ‘the forbidden’ stash.
“Espescially if m’gonna have t’pay you! What..there's no friend of a friend’s discount? How much even is your rent…” She wasn’t playing, but he couldn’t help but tease her, tagging on a forlorn whine, even as he was already fumbling single-handledly through subspace for his worse for ware wallet —
“Not that m’paying it entirely…not till I know what’s in this ‘too special n’rare for me’ mix of yours Mrs. Greedy Skirts....” the billfold with an obnoxious, yet broken chain dangled between two thick fingers on his left hand, the nails of his right gently running the length of boot, skin, and back. Drumming a dainty, frenetic rhythm.
