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@bardo ; a few days after sparrowkun, during the triple moon threat

[innkeeps]

[ You know what, fuck it. At his most mischievous, Bardo will send this text to Avicebron. Gomen, buddy. ]

where do you live

[ why is this stupid asshole like this ]

[fonsvitae]

[ What the hell is this. Bardo why.

The reply comes a bit slowly, mostly because he isn't used to technology and typing is hard. ]

By happenstance, not too far from where you do.

Do you have business with me?

[ It's not a total door-slam in Bardo's face, but he's sure not going to answer in a straight-forward fashion, either. ]

« text/mail » un: matriarch | userpic: icon | ABSOLUTE MISFIRE AND NSFW

[menphina]

[ So, um. Avi might get a rather cursed set of images, followed by a rather telling message: ]

SINCE YOU WANTED ME TO SEE YOUR DISEMBODIED COCK SO BADLY, I'D LOVE TO SHOW YOU MY OWN COLLECTION. HERE, CHOKE ON THEM YOU BLOODY ARSE. MAYBE STUFF A FEW INSIDE OF YOU WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. Enjoy the delivery to your door, too!!

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[fonsvitae]

[ ?!

?? ?

?? ?? ?????? ? ?? ???? ?

Is this what you modern people do with the gift of instant communication. Y'all are weird. ]

I don't believe I've ever expressed such an interest.

[fonsvitae]

[ And then, after a few thoughtful moments, an addendum: ]

This seems rather unbecoming behavior for a matriarch.

june iris moon ) how am I supposed to top disembodied cocks???

[cadeuces]

Caster, I wonder if you'll remember me; it's Angela, from the trip up the mountains. You were kind enough to assist me with the wildlife.

( And perhaps had a cute lil old man nap at her camp, who knows how that thread pans out, but we digress. )

I hope this finds you well. How have you been?

( She doesn't know what moon he's under; she hopes she isn't too late, and that he's doing all right. The Iris moon is leaving her worrying more than usual, protective instincts surging with the tides, and she's making her rounds to check in with people she's met here. )

please don't top it, his first impression of text/email is already leery enough as is

[fonsvitae]

[ It takes a little bit for him to type out a response. Keyboards are hard to get used to, doubly so when you wear dumb metal claws, triply so when you're from the medieval period. ]

I've been well enough. The moons in this city are as troublesome as ever, but I suppose that is simply something one must grow accustomed to.

[ He'd normally just end it there, saying exactly as much as is needed and nothing more. But he's an Iris himself, and he's feeling a little more amiable. ]

I hope you've also been well.

[tigerpoet]

[Spending time with fox courtesans had been pleasant, and Atsushi had been quite content to sit and chat and eat for a while, even if he had no intention of doing anything more intimate. Standing up to go was less pleasant, mostly because Atsushi quickly discovered that his feet were not the shape he expected them to be and fell flat on his face.

After the initial embarrassment of that wore off, and Atsushi had a minute to figure out whose body this was supposed to be...]

Some of the fox Prismals at the festival seem to enjoy playing pranks and changing one Moonblessed's physical appearance to another's. In this case, mine to yours.

If it isn't too much trouble, I could use some advice on walking?

[Knife feet...]

1/2

[fonsvitae]

[ WH

HOW

WHY.

Of all the people to turn into, why him.

Avicebron needs a second or two to process a myriad of emotions (none of them very good) before he can bring himself to respond. ]

There are mechani

[fonsvitae]

[ Wait, never mind, typing takes too long and he doesn't have the patience for that now. Switching over to a voice message.

Avicebron's tone of voice is still largely calm, though if Atsushi is especially observant, he might detect a slight edge of urgent tension to his words. ]

There are mechanisms within the legs to aid in balance. They work best if you relax. Keep your back straight and don't hunch forward. [ Talking about his own legs like this feels incredibly weird. ] Where are you.

text;

[mcring]

[ A couple days after this, Noctis finally gets around to looking into that guy Ardyn mentioned. ]

You're Avicebron, right?
I'm Noctis.
You work with a
with somebody I know

[fonsvitae]

[ Hm. He doesn't really like his true name being spread around like this. Well, whatever -- most people, even from Earth, won't recognize it anyway. ]

Correct. Who is this 'somebody'?

[ He can hazard a pretty good guess, but it's good to be certain. ]

text!

[raptura]

[He's really been stewing over whether or not to actually do this, but it looks like Pucci's finally decided to do something at least moderately morally correct in his life and get the DISC business out of the way. Of course, it all starts off horrendously innocuously because there's no really...Appropriate way to tell someone that you're emotionally prepared to share not only how fucked up your manifested ego looks, but some of the fucked up things you've done with it at your side!]

Avicebron! I know it's Cordis still, but I was wondering if you want to meet up? I wanted to show you something. ...And I promise that my symptoms aren't as strong as they have been in past cycles, so it hopefully won't be a problem for you.

Just let me know when you're available; I'm free for the next few days, so whenever you have a spare hour is fine with me.


Oh! This is Enrico. I'm sorry, I don't know if you saved my contact details so I should have started off with that. Sorry! :p

[fonsvitae]

[ Oh. There's a message he didn't expect to receive. But as far as surprises go, it's a pretty pleasant one. It's not like he has much to do in his free time anyway (other than his own private research), but an invitation from Pucci is certainly a good excuse to take a break. ]

I'm available in the evenings, once my work at the Lunar Scientia is done.

Would you like me to go to your apartment?

backdated to Sanguis moon

[flying_fish]

[Zed needs some advice, and Avicebron is the first who comes to mind:]

Debating on sinking myself to the bottom of the ocean to best avoid mishaps with this moonblessing. I'm more reactive this time and at a loss over what else I can do.

[help me, sensei]

[fonsvitae]

[ If he knew Zed's thought process, Avicebron would have scolded him for not having someone better to look to. But, well. He doesn't, so he just assumes he's one of several people Zed's reached out to. ]

I suppose if anyone could survive being submerged for a prolonged time, it would be you. But I would still suggest that you refrain.

I assume you've contacted me because there is a way I can help you. What can I do for you?

[ The symptoms tend to differ from person to person, after all. Presumably, the treatments also differ accordingly. (At least, to some degree. Even if the bottom line is always the same.) ]

sup

[tigerpoet]

I would like to apologize for my behavior before, under the kraken moonblessing. I was unaware that I was draining your Chroma by moonlacing with you in that state, but my prying has no excuse.

This has been a difficult month for many people. Are you alright?

[He can't help but worry, but he can at least try not to pry.]

wheeze this is so late, sorry

[fonsvitae]

[ The response comes after a short delay. ]

You weren't acting willfully. So you've no need to apologize. Though I did feel somewhat tired that day, it caused me no significant harm, so there's no need for concern.

I hope you've also been well.

sticks leg out

[graftage]

[Hoo boy. He's been thinking of how to approach this, because that whole thing is KIND OF REALLY EMBARRASSING TO THINK ABOUT but..........anyways. The man was...nice, he has to admit.]

[A little hello isn't too bad, right?]

Hey, this is Steinbeck. That guy with the grapevines a while ago. Just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing. I mean, if that isn't weird. Just wanted to. I thought you were kind of cool.

[Haha he shouldn't send that last part that's weird time to hit the backspace - OH NO, GOD, HE HIT THE ENTER KEY!!! NO!!!!]

[WHY DOES HE DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[fonsvitae]

[ ... well that sure wasn't a message he expected to receive. After a small delay: ]

Hello Steinbeck.

I've been faring well enough, though I cannot pretend the ghostly proceedings in the past week weren't exhausting. It seems the city has been quite recently, which brings much relief.

I hope you have also been well.

text

[killful]

The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.

you gotta do it!!
golem man!!!

[fonsvitae]

[ yan qing why are you like this ]

I would rather not.

[skyfaring]

The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.

[fonsvitae]

[ NOT YOU TOO!!!!! ]

Do you believe this to be true or are you simply entertaining yourself?

firialia

[painalty]

[Avicebron will find a small box containing a bottle of royal blue ink and a simple but very good fountain pen, and a separate package with a tin of chamomile tea leaves. Included is a very nondescript card with neat handwriting:

Caster,

Happy Firialia, and joyeux Noël. I hope you find good use for these.

Sincerely,
C.H. Sanson]

happy firialia

[lumberlady]

[delivered by courier on the morning of the Lunatian Firialia is a simply wrapped package, accompanied by a carefully copied message in a child-like hand.

FIRIALIA well wishes with much thanks this year! wish please enjoy! possible no need... but mask metal? be warm!

- KONOHA

inside the package: a warm, hand-stitched hood that... might keep his metal bits from getting too frosty? she doesn't know!!]

i'm sorry except i'm not

[tigerpoet]

Why is my roommate like this.

He didn't even ask if I wanted to be a part of this at all??

[please commiserate with him writer-senpai]

[fonsvitae]

[ Looking at this, his first thought is 'and now you've dragged me into it as well.'

But patience, patience. Reminder to self: communication is good, trying to be a better person is important. ]

You can refuse the position if you don't wish to do it.

[ Nailed it. ]

[flying_fish]

Do your golems function underwater?

[fonsvitae]

[ He sees this message and just freezes for a good minute mentally going through the hypotheticals and calculations. What an interesting challenge. ]

Generally, no. But I could probably make one that can, depending on its intended purpose.

Do you need one?

Text; forward-dated to February 16th.

[audiomancer]

Salut, Avicebron.

I'm sure you were expecting to hear from me soon. If you cannot tell, this is Lobelia!

[ A little later than expected, considering how they left things. For most of the month, he's been slowly recovering from the injuries he sustained subsequent to their meeting... and during that time, he's thought about their conversation in the virtual world a great deal.

Every time it springs to mind, every time he remembers Avicebron's halting voice and the restrained passion there, his heart begins to hammer in his chest.

He's really not inclined to wait any longer. Perhaps it's the moons, or perhaps it's his memory of Avicebron's fervent words that burn him up inside, but he's feeling heated, terribly impatient; most of the month passed idly by, but waiting three more days feels insurmountably long. ]

I think it's about time we put our agreement into practice. Are you in the mood to trade with me?

[fonsvitae]

[ As he does every time the moons start acting up, Avicebron immerses himself in his work. In life, his studies and writings had provided him comfort when the pains of his illness made any other distraction ineffective, and the same still holds true in this city.

So when he sees Lobelia's messages, he's torn.

Part of him still loathes the prospect of dealing with people while affected by the moon. But at the same time ... the information that Lobelia has to offer is terribly enticing. ]

Yes, I'm interested in exchanging information.

[ In the end, he can't resist the temptation. Moon effects or not, he needs to know more about the Tower. ]

Will communicating through these devices suffice? Or did you wish to speak in person?

text; un: adagium

[profanation]

You know, it's been a while since we spoke, Caster.
Penny for your thoughts?
Or demichroma, I suppose.

un: castera

[fonsvitae]

Hello, Ardyn.

I've been tending to my personal work. Between the sample you gave me, and other subjects of interest, I've had much to keep me occupied.

Did you need me for something?

gift; 1/2

[innkeeps]

[ let's hope Avicebron likes madeleines.

because that's what he'll be getting— a box full of them. shell-shaped pastries in different colors and flavors, scattered in a paper box with a note taped to the underside of the lid.

it reads: ]

you know how we keep leaving things at each other's doorsteps? you think we should stop being so predictable?

anyway, [ something redacted, here. rewritten. ] thanks for not getting fed up.

but, just in case, dig down to the bottom.

-Bardo

[innkeeps]

[ and, sure enough, under the pile of madeleines is a little glass tube the size of a roll-on perfume. slender, dainty, and labeled: "Fuck Off Spray".

it's a novelty spritzer that he found while poking his head around various giftshops; it made him laugh, so he hopes, foolishly, that it might make Avicebron do the same. ]