[ they just really didn't use enough sunscreen and lotion growing up.
he'll go along with their demands because he's a doormat. just ignoring how their faces look by looking at their hair or movement instead. he'll do the rope tug motion back until he becomes the rope. bouncing from foot to foot between them, and glancing over to Aymeric. help? pls?
[Yeah wow these grannies are spry and youthful actually!!
No they're not but they are absolutely satisfied with Aymeric finally throwing his hat into the ring. Congrats! As they play out the last parts of their festival song, a burst of verdant confetti explodes over Aymeric's head, showering down onto him. The announcer's booming voice calls out:]
"A win for North! Looks like we've finally answered that age-old question of who has the best festival spirit, huh?"
[Meteion's granny pats her shoulder, and she will get the sense that if this granny had a face, she would be beaming proudly. Her sword also feels very proud of her! Good work, team! Though at the same time, there's a bit of a sense of urgency from their swords, now. Something important is supposed to happen soon, right...?
Prompto's grannies will stop playing tug of war with him after Aymeric wins, walking off the stage with aggravated grumbles about how their team never makes it to the top. As for Aymeric's granny, she simply gives the drum one last good whack, nods in approval at him, and then slowly disperses into nothingness like Mufasa's cloud ghost.
They won't get much time to consider all of that, though! In the next moment, the audience begins to shift again, the invisible conveyor belt carrying the now-whooping (or grumbling) grannies out and pulling a new audience in from the left. They'll find the floats and fans vanishing, too. (The confetti stays, unfortunately for Aymeric.) On the stage before them, there are three unlit candles.
If they look out into the audience, it seems quite dark and still at first...]
[ There's no time to be proud of absolutely nothing because he knows this wasn't from his own merits. He has no idea how he played the drum. Instead, he focuses on the other two when the audience shifts once more. ]
Prompto, are you all right?
[ Did those grannies strain your muscles?? Aymeric goes to check on him since Meteion was treated with utmost care. Grannies would never harass a cute little girl. ]
when the audience shifts, there's some relief cause she's pretty exhausted from using such a burst of energy. though small teens have a lot of energy, right? so she's perfectly okay. she would also beeline straight over to Prompto but Aymeric is checking in on him and she's...
well, she's more distracted by the candles? she'll go ahead and peek at them. is there anything nearby to light them with? she'll gently pat her sword as she does, how is it vibing right now? ]
just going to move closer to Aymeric on instinct as soon as they are free and everything is whooshing by ]
I'm okay... Do my arms look longer? I think my arms look longer. [ maybe he can reach higher things now. he's going to brush off the confetti from tol elf before checking out the candles ]
Kind of freaky going from crazy people to... nada. Spooky even.
[There doesn't appear to be anything nearby to light the candles with! They're held in candlesticks, though: the kind with a loop for a finger to go through, should anyone choose to pick them up and carry them. The sword at her side is radiating a quieter vibe this time - same with Prompto's - as though they're in the presence of something to be respected.
A different voice speaks out this time, and it sounds more like a whisper cutting through them than the booming, attention-grabbing voice of the announcer from before.]
"One, two, three burning flames... Four, five, six fading flames... Gloomy stories told on the night of a new moon. An inescapable veil surrounding us until morning... It's a mysterious story. Now, let's begin this tale."
[The lights blasting the stage begin to dim until it's almost dark, and they'll be able to see flickering shapes in the audience. Balls of blue flame, ghostly faces, and the outline of figures made out of translucent shadows in several shapes and sizes, some humanoid and some not.
From above, a few sheets of paper drop down and flutter gracefully to the stage below.]
[ Unless that is what Prompto wanted? Longer arms? Aymeric merely pats him and gives appreciation vibes for brushing some of the green confetti off of him. He's about to call out to Meteion until the darkness truly sets.
His eyes strain, worry growing again, and tries to keep her in his sights while helping Prompto along. ]
Meteion, what did you find?
[ He catches one of the papers with a free hand. What's this? ]
[ She'll carry one, at the very least. Curious and more focused on the sword emanating those feelings. though, as it darkens she'll start to take a step closer to Aymeric and Prompto. no real sense of fear yet, but a tad wary of the flickering shapes.
she looks up at the falling paper. it's not raining men.... but paper... ]
[As Meteion and Prompto pick up their candles, the flames ignite on their own, casting a faint and warm glow. Prompto's sword seems perfectly ready to be drawn and slash if need be, but there's something about it that feels very familiar with this sort of setting, all the same. It doesn't seem bothered by the supposed ghosts at all.
Aymeric catches one of the pieces of paper, and as he looks it over, he'll find this.]
[ Aymeric takes the last candle so he can better read the paper, but if not he can huddle closer to the other two so he can catch this new script. The simmering confusion continues, but there's an underlying emotion. It's hard to pick out for now... But maybe it's just another layer of confusion, let's be real. ]
[The piece of paper Prompto picks up simply says: The enemy is approaching Goryokaku. See you soon. Hm.
The spectral audience simply seems to be waiting to see what the three do next. They'll occasionally hear whispers from that general direction - gloomy stories or inescapable veil - as they discuss what to do amongst themselves.]
[ IT IS? It's fine. We can make this all PG for bird. ]
... Nay, I had thought to let both of you choose what you find most comfortable, based on the script. [ Squints at the paper again. ] But 'twould I misread and there is only two roles. Since Meteion wishes to be the servant, we should yet consider the third role to keep the aspect of romance in the script.
[ But since Prompto is offering rock paper scissors for the last two, he doesn't see why not? Aymeric picks rock. ]
[As they chatter over which roles to play without having filled anything out at all, their candle flames flicker a little, and they'll get the sense that their audience is growing somewhat impatient. The atmosphere is a little unpleasant, actually. Meteion's sword is focused but doesn't seem worried, and Prompto's still feels right at home. There's a sense of urgency for all three, even so.
They'll get the feeling that this is indeed a script, or the bones of a story long-past, and it's up to them to fill out what's missing and bring the tale to life. They can narrate or act it out as they see fit, but the unseeing eyes of the audience are watching and perhaps waiting to judge.]
[ Aymeric! Does not know how most dates are read in Japan, so he will start with the narration? I guess? Over the vibe is some slight irritation that they forced to do all of this. They're so tired already. ]
In the year of XXXX of the Seventh Astral Era, a hardworking servant named Meteion worked for a prestigious but complacent lord named Aymeric.
[ He gestures for Meteion to start being servant-like. ]
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he'll go along with their demands because he's a doormat. just ignoring how their faces look by looking at their hair or movement instead. he'll do the rope tug motion back until he becomes the rope. bouncing from foot to foot between them, and glancing over to Aymeric. help? pls?
oh but he's yelling now. ]
There you go! Dokkoisho!
[ also pls help him still ]
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No they're not but they are absolutely satisfied with Aymeric finally throwing his hat into the ring. Congrats! As they play out the last parts of their festival song, a burst of verdant confetti explodes over Aymeric's head, showering down onto him. The announcer's booming voice calls out:]
"A win for North! Looks like we've finally answered that age-old question of who has the best festival spirit, huh?"
[Meteion's granny pats her shoulder, and she will get the sense that if this granny had a face, she would be beaming proudly. Her sword also feels very proud of her! Good work, team! Though at the same time, there's a bit of a sense of urgency from their swords, now. Something important is supposed to happen soon, right...?
Prompto's grannies will stop playing tug of war with him after Aymeric wins, walking off the stage with aggravated grumbles about how their team never makes it to the top. As for Aymeric's granny, she simply gives the drum one last good whack, nods in approval at him, and then slowly disperses into nothingness like Mufasa's cloud ghost.
They won't get much time to consider all of that, though! In the next moment, the audience begins to shift again, the invisible conveyor belt carrying the now-whooping (or grumbling) grannies out and pulling a new audience in from the left. They'll find the floats and fans vanishing, too. (The confetti stays, unfortunately for Aymeric.) On the stage before them, there are three unlit candles.
If they look out into the audience, it seems quite dark and still at first...]
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Prompto, are you all right?
[ Did those grannies strain your muscles?? Aymeric goes to check on him since Meteion was treated with utmost care. Grannies would never harass a cute little girl. ]
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when the audience shifts, there's some relief cause she's pretty exhausted from using such a burst of energy. though small teens have a lot of energy, right? so she's perfectly okay. she would also beeline straight over to Prompto but Aymeric is checking in on him and she's...
well, she's more distracted by the candles? she'll go ahead and peek at them. is there anything nearby to light them with? she'll gently pat her sword as she does, how is it vibing right now? ]
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just going to move closer to Aymeric on instinct as soon as they are free and everything is whooshing by ]
I'm okay... Do my arms look longer? I think my arms look longer. [ maybe he can reach higher things now. he's going to brush off the confetti from tol elf before checking out the candles ]
Kind of freaky going from crazy people to... nada. Spooky even.
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A different voice speaks out this time, and it sounds more like a whisper cutting through them than the booming, attention-grabbing voice of the announcer from before.]
"One, two, three burning flames... Four, five, six fading flames... Gloomy stories told on the night of a new moon. An inescapable veil surrounding us until morning... It's a mysterious story. Now, let's begin this tale."
[The lights blasting the stage begin to dim until it's almost dark, and they'll be able to see flickering shapes in the audience. Balls of blue flame, ghostly faces, and the outline of figures made out of translucent shadows in several shapes and sizes, some humanoid and some not.
From above, a few sheets of paper drop down and flutter gracefully to the stage below.]
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[ Unless that is what Prompto wanted? Longer arms? Aymeric merely pats him and gives appreciation vibes for brushing some of the green confetti off of him. He's about to call out to Meteion until the darkness truly sets.
His eyes strain, worry growing again, and tries to keep her in his sights while helping Prompto along. ]
Meteion, what did you find?
[ He catches one of the papers with a free hand. What's this? ]
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[ She'll carry one, at the very least. Curious and more focused on the sword emanating those feelings. though, as it darkens she'll start to take a step closer to Aymeric and Prompto. no real sense of fear yet, but a tad wary of the flickering shapes.
she looks up at the falling paper. it's not raining men.... but paper... ]
..What's that?
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G-ghosts? Do you guys see that?
[ While his voice is wavering, his emotions are much more serious. His free hand goes for the sword handle ]
Maybe it's our lines for the next show? [ If they have to make it up on the fly, he will bring back Space Jam. Do you want that ]
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Aymeric catches one of the pieces of paper, and as he looks it over, he'll find this.]
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[ Aymeric takes the last candle so he can better read the paper, but if not he can huddle closer to the other two so he can catch this new script. The simmering confusion continues, but there's an underlying emotion. It's hard to pick out for now... But maybe it's just another layer of confusion, let's be real. ]
'Tis an unfinished script?
[ Shows them. ]
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[ i realize she has a tiny movie knowledge by now. ]
Do we need to.. finish it? [ squints at it a little. may she count on you both for this ]
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Let me see. [ Huh ] Huh?! Are we supposed to act this out? [ Time to pick up another piece of paper to see if it says anything different ]
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The spectral audience simply seems to be waiting to see what the three do next. They'll occasionally hear whispers from that general direction - gloomy stories or inescapable veil - as they discuss what to do amongst themselves.]
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[ Is that what this is? He squints at this. ]
The love interest seems to be a she, but that matters little. Which roles do you two wish to play?
[ Aymeric will flex. ]
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Mmm.. I could be, the servant?
[ that's close enough as a creation and a familiar like herself, right? ]
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Are you flexing because you want to be the love interest, dude? [ giving a grin before he thinks about it. ]
We could always play rock paper scissors for it? Might need to just come up with words on the fly though.
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... Nay, I had thought to let both of you choose what you find most comfortable, based on the script. [ Squints at the paper again. ] But 'twould I misread and there is only two roles. Since Meteion wishes to be the servant, we should yet consider the third role to keep the aspect of romance in the script.
[ But since Prompto is offering rock paper scissors for the last two, he doesn't see why not? Aymeric picks rock. ]
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she's kinda just vibing right now, checking on the sword at her side while Prompto and Aymeric hash things out i guess. ]
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anyways rng says he has scissors. ]
You get to pick. If you want to be the Lord, you can go ahead. I don't really mind.
[ Though hm. Yandere Aymeric? ]
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[ He also doesn't mind? But we can pretend after them going NO YOU CAN CHOOSE, they ended up with Lord Aymeric and Love Interest Prompto. ]
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okay servant Meteion, Lord Aymeric, Love Interest Prompto. we got our choices ]
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now that they have that square away, he'll read over the script. again ]
Looks like I'm Promptorina? Promptorella? Ready for my close up, baby! [ let's fake hype to get over nerves ]
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They'll get the feeling that this is indeed a script, or the bones of a story long-past, and it's up to them to fill out what's missing and bring the tale to life. They can narrate or act it out as they see fit, but the unseeing eyes of the audience are watching and perhaps waiting to judge.]
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In the year of XXXX of the Seventh Astral Era, a hardworking servant named Meteion worked for a prestigious but complacent lord named Aymeric.
[ He gestures for Meteion to start being servant-like. ]
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