Entry tags:
- !event,
- #innocence,
- abel nightroad: martyr,
- akua sahelian: sovereign,
- alphys: lover,
- amos burton: lover,
- archduke j: visionary,
- barnaby brooks jr: lover,
- caitlyn kiramman: champion,
- cid garlond: artisan,
- ciel: martyr,
- emet-selch: champion,
- ernesto salas: lover,
- estinien wyrmblood: firebrand,
- eustace: firebrand,
- father paul hill: martyr,
- gray: innocent,
- himeka sui: wanderer,
- howl: celebrant,
- jae ha: wanderer,
- jayce talis: visionary,
- johnny joestar: firebrand,
- kaeya alberich: lover,
- kim dokja: martyr,
- kim kitsuragi: martyr,
- koriel xii (dextera): lover,
- liem talbott: champion,
- lumine (the traveler): wanderer,
- luo binghe: firebrand,
- majorita: firebrand,
- makoto ("m"): firebrand,
- meteion: innocent,
- minegishi gen: lover,
- moiraine damodred: champion,
- rand al'thor: martyr,
- rin yamaoka: firebrand,
- ryunosuke naruhodo: champion,
- syrlya: champion,
- tartaglia (childe): firebrand,
- toge inumaki: innocent,
- yoo joonghyuk: champion,
- yuuta okkotsu: lover,
- yuya sakaki: lover,
- zenos viator galvus: visionary
EVENT #3: THE COST OF INNOCENCE
The Cost of Innocence
INVESTIGATION
As the Aions arrive in Venera, they will find the natural beauty of the city in sharp contrast to its uncomfortable aura. Though the sun still shines and flowers still bloom in a place filled with physical vibrancy and life, the air itself is impossibly still, as if wind no longer blows. You can taste the stagnancy of it when you breathe, and the pleasant sights only make that feeling of absence more haunting. The streets are mostly empty, with most of the city's residents hiding away in their homes, fearing the touch of whatever illness has caused this. That is, all the citizens besides those most affected, who wander the streets in a lifeless and painless daze. Normally, Venera would be occupied by both Hylician and Achamite soldiers, but it quickly becomes apparent that both have abandoned the city, only guarding its furthest outskirts. Their reasons vary: the Achamite soldiers seem to take religious objection to the feeling of the city, believing it to be some trickery of the Innocent, while the Hylicians simply see it as a plague they have no interest in catching or spreading. Because of this, it will be easy for Aions of both sects to explore with little pushback from any form of law enforcement. The Kenoma will be directed into the city with warnings about the potential physical and spiritual danger while Pleroma will be able to sneak in mostly unbothered. After all, no one is eager to follow you.
Most shops and businesses are currently closed, though some uninfected individuals still nervously keep watch over their workplaces, fearing potential looting. It's difficult, but not impossible, to find people to talk to, and while the most plentiful wanderers are the infected, the reactions from those with their minds still intact will vary. Some will be eager to speak to anyone who looks like they're trying to do something about their situation, desperate for any source of outside help. If revealed you are an Aion, this may either entice them even further or cause them to retreat, as if fearing that you are somehow to blame for their plight. For those that are enticed, it will become clear that they hold onto faith that Aions are in Horos to save them, and will tell these new arrivals whatever they can without discriminating between sects.
The base level information that can be found is thus: the infection began at the same levels it has been in the rest of Horos, only for the numbers of the afflicted to rapidly accelerate upon the coming of the Innocent's Moon. Some see it as a form of divine punishment for their cooperation with the Regent, while the less cooperative citizens see it as a malady brought about by the Aions themselves, their only hope being that they will be able to clean up the mess they made. Some citizen have managed to corral their inflicted loves ones into their rooms and will be willing to introduce you; most of these individuals are past the point of conversation, and seem fully lost to whatever fantasy world they are experiencing. They are disinterested in eating or drinking and it seems like, without help, they are destined for a slow death of starvation and atrophy. That is, if their apathetic state doesn't result in a severe accident, as it has in many cases already.
Any other clues will take more dogged investigation. It will be a day or so after the majority of Aions have arrived in the city that the first signs of their own infections become clear.
HEAVENLY BODIES
The first to feel its effects will be the Innocents, Lovers, and Celebrants; like a voice has fully awakening to them, whispering of how their touch can be the cure to the others' pain. It bids them to take their fellow Aions into their loving embrace, to share this gift, as only suffering lies ahead. It expresses without words that it will be a shield for their Aion kindred, and that those that accept will become their outstretched hands to a cosmos that craves peace. Any form of physical contact with those three Legacies will either introduce or rapidly accelerate the infections experienced by the others, this effect only becoming more intense if the wielder intentionally forces the power of this strange entity into their victims. Even without that accelerating touch, however, other Aions are not necessarily safe; the infection will still seep in, albeit more slowly. All Aions may experience a growing feeling of connection to the infected Venerans, as if the energy within them is being drawn into their their own bodies. As the Aion's symptoms worsen, the the ones suffered by the Venerans will gradually lessen, though not go away entirely. It seems that the Aions soaking up this strange power is enough to take the edge off of what is happening to the citizens: but at what cost?
Various symptoms will manifest in afflicted Aions with outcomes far more diverse and devastating than what the Veneran civilians have experienced. Visionaries, Firebrands, and Artisans will suffer the most catastrophic symptoms, the clash between their spiritual natures and that of the Innocence being the most extreme. This malady is characterized by its innate desire to quell its victims of their resistance, smothering them in artificial peace, even if it has to deprive them of their bodies and minds to do so.
It is not without treatment, however. It will gradually become apparent that feelings of intense suffering or upset are capable of purging the infection, that clash with painful reality seeming to wake them up from their trance and reduce or eliminate physical symptoms. The more intense the distress, the more effective it will be. Fortunately, this heightening of Aion spiritual energy has the added consequence of making empathic communion connections far more acute. Instead of just transmitting and receiving emotions and thoughts, Aions will find themselves more easily able to enter the delusions and memories of their kindred, drawing them out and manipulating them for this purpose. The catch is that they will only be able to access what is on the surface of the other Aion's mind.
When an infection is reduced or expelled this way, the energy causing it seems to be dispelled from the city, lowering the intensity of its ambient effects. While similar can be done to Veneran citizens to help treat them, the energy will not leave, and will either go into the Aion casting it out or return to the nebulous source of Innocence and eventually infect someone else. Something about going through the Aions specifically seems to act as a filter, as unpleasant of a way as it is to help.
IN THE SILENCE
For those unlucky enough to develop complete, or near complete, infections (IE. a full Innocence petrification) a presence will awaken within them regardless of their Legacy. It will urge them to join with it, to embrace the peace it offers, and to become the extensions of their will in this ravaged world. With an infection of this intensity, there will be little they can do but to hear its call. What exactly this would ultimately entail is unclear, but there is the sense that his entity is looking to join with you on a spiritual level. If your character becomes infected to this degree please let us know under the Committed Actions toplevel below along with the context of that transformation and whether or not they are being cured from it. You may receive some additional information in return!
QUESTIONS
What is the best way for Aions to travel to Venera?
The quickest travel paths are for Kenoma to take a boat from Achamoth, which will take about a day, and for Pleroma to teleport to the Celebrant's shrine and take either a carriage or river boat to the city (there are offshoot rivers not marked on the setting map). The riverboats would be the faster option option of the two, and would also take about a day. The carriages/delivery carts would be slower and take a couple days, but have relay access to horses and therefore could keep going overnight. Characters with flight are also able to use that, though flying right into the city might cause a bit of spectacle. Then again, none of the local law enforcement is eager to chase you at the moment.
Are Veneran civilians experiencing the same symptoms as the Aions?
Veneran civilians are only experiencing apathy/loss of self/daydreaming and maybe the loss of pigments/color for advanced cases. The more body horror orientated effects are Aion only and are being caused by their body's spiritual makeup.
Can 'cured' Aions be reinfected?
Yes! Even if cured or treated, symptoms can return or worsen again. This will keep happening until the build up of Innocence energy in Venera is entirely expunged, at which point the illness will fade away across the continent. Whether or not the Aions mere presence will be enough to trigger that is yet unknown, but it does seem to be helping lessen the effects suffered by the civilians, at least.
How long does the infection period last in Aions?
Chronologically, we are considering the infection period of the plot to last 2-3 days.
The quickest travel paths are for Kenoma to take a boat from Achamoth, which will take about a day, and for Pleroma to teleport to the Celebrant's shrine and take either a carriage or river boat to the city (there are offshoot rivers not marked on the setting map). The riverboats would be the faster option option of the two, and would also take about a day. The carriages/delivery carts would be slower and take a couple days, but have relay access to horses and therefore could keep going overnight. Characters with flight are also able to use that, though flying right into the city might cause a bit of spectacle. Then again, none of the local law enforcement is eager to chase you at the moment.
Are Veneran civilians experiencing the same symptoms as the Aions?
Veneran civilians are only experiencing apathy/loss of self/daydreaming and maybe the loss of pigments/color for advanced cases. The more body horror orientated effects are Aion only and are being caused by their body's spiritual makeup.
Can 'cured' Aions be reinfected?
Yes! Even if cured or treated, symptoms can return or worsen again. This will keep happening until the build up of Innocence energy in Venera is entirely expunged, at which point the illness will fade away across the continent. Whether or not the Aions mere presence will be enough to trigger that is yet unknown, but it does seem to be helping lessen the effects suffered by the civilians, at least.
How long does the infection period last in Aions?
Chronologically, we are considering the infection period of the plot to last 2-3 days.

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[ this person being a brand new face to her, likely — she certainly is to him, with his limited exposure to the aions with kenoma — who had paused at the sound of the door slamming and then, you know, the call out. he's all tall, plainly clothed, the shard at his collarbones safely covered by his shirt. not as put together as misa looks, but also not so rumpled to spur people closing doors in his face on sight, probably.
he's had no better luck than misa in getting information, truthfully...between the ill, the frightened, and the just unfriendly, it hasn't been easy to find out much. he's kept quiet about his affiliation with pleroma, about his faintly understood status as aion, but he's obviously a newcomer in the city, and, well...who would come here willingly, now? ]
What happened?
[ he approaches with some concern, despite the whole.....blaming......thinG. she seems kind of upset! and besides, maybe she's learned something he hasn't that she's willing to share. he should probably be more wary of strangers, but that doesn't occur to him now. ]
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Oh, you know. They're all just freaked out by people coming in from outside their city so they won't talk to me...
[ Misa makes a sour expression, clearly more put out by the residents than Rand himself. Actually, she seems to be complaining solely for the sake of getting those complaints validated by someone else. Then, after considering him for a moment, she tilts her head, asking as casually as she can: ]
I mean, you're not from Venera either, are you?
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Suppose I'd be scared in their shoes, too.
[ tempted as he is to say, well maybe door slamming is a bit excessive,,,
but more to the point. there is a faint sense between them. and it's something he's been getting better at noticing, spending much of his time in horos in another city, meeting other aions by chance as much as anything, if much dimmer than what he's grown used to. so he notices, but doesn't exactly notice, until she admits to not being from venera. the way he hesitates is likely answer enough; he starts to open his mouth, pauses, and eventually realizes that the time's come and gone to pretend otherwise. never mind that he did, in fact, literally just admit it. ]
No, I'm not. [ the party at greentruth was recent enough that he's already expecting her answer when he asks, ] Where did you come from?
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✦ closed to ERNESTO
And it's during that initial break away from the others that she quickly realizes there are others here. Even some familiar faces, ones with cute golden ears and a tail to match. It's the Pleroma, who allegedly are to blame for this whole fiasco. Allegedly! Not that she doubts the Regent or anything like that, but she'd like to see just how they have anything to do with it. Then and there, Misa decides to set her plans into action pre-maturely, approaching him with a breezy ease right on the inside of the city. The Achamite and Hylician soldiers aren't even that far away. ]
Hey, if it isn't Ernesto! [ She calls out, much more loudly than is really necessary. Perhaps she does it on purpose, calling out to him with enemies so close, or maybe she really is that airheaded over his safety. That's up for him to decide. Either way, she gives a friendly wave, looking much cleaner and more well put-together than she had those many months ago inside the cavern. Healthier. Happier. ] No way, I didn't think I'd see you here. What a coincidence, huh?
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He's not going to assume the best either. Though the sight of Misa has him wagging that fluffy tail of his, a wide smile spreading across his face, those dog ears are also perking up and twisting to listen for sounds potentially coming from behind him. There are benefits to having four ears, and being to clearly take in sounds from more directions at once is one of them. ]
Miss Misa, it's good to see you looking well.
[ His head cants slightly to the side as he stays rooted in spot, letting her come to him as he tries to assess her motives here. He hasn't heard anything particularly bad about her actions at the shrine the way he'd heard about some of the others, but it doesn't hurt him to be a little cautious. ]
And lively in a city that could use that right now.
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Hee hee, thanks, you're sweet. You're looking quite excited yourself!
[ She says, jokingly, returning her gaze to his face. But once she's come close enough, she stays near by his side, giving a quick glance over her shoulder to where the soldiers are stationed, then holding up a hand in a mock whisper: ]
Really, I didn't know you guys would be here. This is so amazing, we're back together again. Did all of you come along or something?
[ The question is innocent enough, her curiosity genuine. It doesn't seem she's asking for some nefarious reason - no, it's more like she's wondering if she'll catch a glimpse of some of the other Pleroma Aions she had cavern trauma bonding with. ]
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✦ closed to DEXTERA
And she's sure that's the only reason that she feels compelled to seek them all out. That curiosity is the only reason she's snuck up on Dextera from behind, bonking him lightly on the back with an old, dusty book that she has in her well-manicured hands. ]
There you are, Dex!
[ Her chirpy little voice rings out clearly, her cheer evident from her tone alone. Perhaps their shared Legacy gave him an inkling of her approach, and what's more, is that he'll certainly feel a genuine sense of relief and delight from her at seeing him again. ]
I've been looking for you everywhere!
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[ dextera had known, in the back of the mind, that someone was coming. there are a lot of them, the lovers, and it could have been anyone—but none of them are so cheerful, and certainly none of them are so female. ]
…
[ the book, more than her presence, made him flinch, so he seems no more nervous than normal—though that’s still remarkably nervous, considering nothing dire has happened yet—when he turns around and faces her. he doesn’t really know how to greet her, and it hasn’t clicked in his mind that she’s technically an enemy, so he gets quickly swept up in her energy and ducks his head in an only slightly confused nod of acknowledgment. ]
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[ She finds his nervous meekness cute, so she simply folds her little tome into the crook of her arm, shifting her weight to one foot and giving him a good once over now that she can see him from the front. He doesn't look all too different... so that's good, right? Right. To be honest, without seeing or really haring from most of the Pleroma, at times, she wondered if they were even still alive or present in Horos, really. ]
You aren't that surprised to see me, are you? Don't tell me you thought I never made it out of that cavern.
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✦ closed to EUSTACE
In the real world, her skin and hair have turned a stark white, a bright halo gleaming down on her marble-esque appearance. Feathers have only just begun to sprout at her shoulders. Her eyes, nearly unblinking, glance between two separate spaces, her stiffening hand making a strange crackle as she balls it against her chest. ]
So, Mama, Papa, you'll be coming to my graduation next month, won't you?
[ Truthfully, she's not even cognizant of Eustace's presence, looking right through him, non-reactive and seemingly unaware of what she's even saying. Even a light prod into the innerworkings of her mind show glimmers of the scene before her; a dinner table, in a modest, and by all means normal household. Even the image Misa produces of herself from her memory has more of the vibe of an everyday schoolgirl rather than the alternative, stand out model she is in the present. Her hair jet black instead of blonde, her clothes a neatly pressed school uniform rather than gothic lace and fishnets. ]
You promised you'd come, so no take backs.
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It doesn't make it any easier, especially not after he allows himself to be enveloped by her delusion (daydream? memory? fantasy?) and the walls of a perfectly ordinary home spring up around him. Everything about this scene is so normal, so every day, from the dinner set on the table to the family seated around. Misa herself he barely recognizes, the shock of black hair a stark contrast to the bright blonde he's gotten so used to seeing.
Like all the times before, he feels like he's seeing something he shouldn't, a personal moment he has no right to witness.
Though she doesn't look at him, he keeps his eyes trained on her, unhappiness outlining his form as he places a hand on her (real, quickly bleaching) shoulder. ]
Misa. We have to go.
[ Can she even hear or feel him though? Or is the contagion so strong it's erased him into nothing more than a soft gust of wind? ]
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[ There's a confused sort of mumble when he places his hand on her, her expression only dimming with confusion for the length of a breath. ]
Yeah, that's what I said... we should all go. Together.
[ Stubbornly, her mind reframes what he's said into her parents' agreement, her fantasy of her parents alive and well seeming to glow that much brighter. It's not something that she ever seemed to dwell on much in the real world, given the brazenness with which she brings up the death of both of her parents— but here, the intense love she'd felt for them both permeates the air, distorting the scenery around them to something much more picturesque and idealistic. ]
And we can go for dinner afterwards, and visit that bakery for a cake, and you can both get dressed up all nice, and...
[ She rambles on, listing all the things she wants to do to make the day perfect - the parents in her memory just look on with expressions of exasperated affection, clearly used to and fond of her energetic antics. ]
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wraps this up with a bow
✦ closed to SILCO
For the time being, she's at least been able to find shelter (or, rather, someone has put her somewhere that there's shelter.) Wasting away on some modestly padded sofa, she remains oblivious to any of the Aions that come to check on her— Silco included. In her hands, clutched tightly to her chest, is a single piece of paper that appears to be torn from a book. ]
Love me forever...
[ Misa mumbles to herself, the paled nature of her skin due to the affliction masking any flush that could have come to her skin. She won't stop alternating between holding up the torn page to her face and holding it to her chest, despite all obvious signs pointing to the fact that she's not reading what's actually on the page in the real world, but is instead imagining other words there. A prod into her mind only recalls one phrase clearly, repeated over and over: If you do this, I will love you forever. ]
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He found Misa, still in the throes of it, still moving, thankfully -- his hand rubbed at his own wrist, from where he'd been petrified -- and she held a piece of paper in her hands. He peered at it, nearing, but it was... huh, just a block of text, nothing important, and certainly not her -- Love me forever -- the words were meaningless. They had to be. ]
Love. [ He said, with a cruel snort, before he focused all of his mind on trying to push past the phrase, repetition like a mantra, or a prayer. He'd known Misa was... a bit of a young girl, but this foolish? Another scoff. ]
Come now, who could possibly be this important?
[ He asked, an effort to give him something to go with -- an attempt to figure out if she was even listening to the outside world. ]
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Light... he's more important than the world to me.
[ She folds the paper in two, clasping it tight between her hands. Then, as if confused, she finally looks up to where Silco is, furrowing her brows despite her glassy smile. In her view, she mistakes him for someone else entirely, speaking as though everything she's saying should already be obvious to him. ]
You already knew that, didn't you? I told you, it's my greatest wish to be of use to him. I was serious.
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cw: allusions to suicidal ideation
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ia, hijacked for nefarious bread fairy purposes,
[ the reply comes from her shoulder from said Person - a familiar voice, perhaps, as Abel makes a good show of heaving a melodramatic sigh, ]
After all this time, you've gone and decided you're too cool for me, hm, Miss Misa~? Too cool to be associated with someone of my ilk, is that it...?! It's that I'm too tall, right? Too tall and there's none of that fancy shampoo here that makes a man's hair smell nice and soft to the touch? Not all of us can afford the finer things in life, alright...?! [ conditioner. it's called conditioner. he used it, once.
that is to say... the man who Misa's dismissed is standing with a feigned look of weariness sloping his shoulders, head hung in faux dejection at being tossed out like rubbish. but his eyes betray his nerves-- and his warm delight upon finding her; he isn't quite sure how he'll be received after everything, but--
God, if she isn't a sight for sore eyes... he has been worried, Misa. he has been very, very worried-- and he could not be more glad to see her. ]
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Oh, Abel, it's you!
[ Is he prepared to withstand an incoming Misa in full hug mode x1? Because that's what comes to him, her arms flung wide and immediately latching themselves around his midsection. Truth be told, she's already considered how she would deal with and face Abel whenever she inevitably saw him again, once it became evident to her that there were Pleroma in the city. And what she's decided on? Just completely gloss over anything that happened back at the ritual. Things went the way they went, and she honestly said a lot of things she never should have— things she hasn't even explained to her fellow Kenoma. So it's better just to wrap the both of them up in her infectious affection, she thinks, if she can manage it.
There's not a trace of that pensive heartbreak that she'd shown back in the cavern— no, all that remains in her reaction is a palpable excitement, many degrees more intense than what she'd had the energy for those many months ago. ]
You should've said something!! I thought you were just some weird guy standing behind me. [ She laughs good naturedly, squeezing that much harder. ] Long time no see, huh?
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[ he had barely enough time to brace himself, looking like he was preparing for some kind of BRUTAL PHYSICAL ONSLAUGHT to see her barreling into him, squeezing his eyes shut and wincing in anticipation of The Impact, but-- ]
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when he finds himself gripped around the midsection instead, no painful whacking, slapping, shin-kicking or chest-beating incoming-- he musters up the bravery to crack one eyelid open in bewilderment. i-is she...
is he--
...is Abel Nightroad getting huggies, rn?? is that what's happening?? oh my god, ]
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and that's all the time it takes for his arms to fold around her in return, giving her a decidedly fond squeeze. ]
Ah, what a... a warm welcome...!
[ s-stop... he's weak for this?? it really isn't fair, especially after he has been so sincerely worried about her all this time, built up a great deal of anxiety in his head worried she might really mean what she said.
'we'll be enemies, next time.' ]
It's so good to see you, you know that...?! --Please tell me you've been taking care of yourself, tell me... tell me everything, okay?!
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kween,,, he will die for her. goodbye
and i, me, will die for abel... goodbye
no........... jams, don't leave us for the undeserving...
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oh my god this icon. poor meowmeow
misa please pity him (do not do this)
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II!
Here's another Aion-- Kenoma, presumably, because he's pretty sure he doesn't recognize her-- clearly infected and flinging herself in HIS direction, shouting a name he doesn't recognize.
This is one of those situations where for a few seconds, time slows down. One part of his brain is looking at that washed out color and screaming 'INFECTED, STAY AWAY', despite the hypocrisy inherent in the fact that he's already showing early signs of infection himself. Another part of his brain is yelling just as loudly about how there's a body flying towards him, and if he doesn't do something, whoever this is is probably going to get very badly hurt on the landing??
These two opposing forces, catch or tap out, are in a deadlock with one another. The rest of his brain? Completely locked up, too stunned to do anything but stand there and gape in shock, helpless to avert the fate that's rocketing towards him.
At the very last moment he starts to feebly put his arms up to catch her. It is much too little, much too late. Stupefied, he completely fails to adequately brace himself for the impact in any other regard.
He lets out a squawk of pain as they collide and Misa completely flattens him against the street.]
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I didn't think you'd get released so soon!
[ She chirps, settling her weight comfortably on top of him. ]
Now we can be together without those pesky cameras or handcuffs in the way.
[ Completely immersed in her little fantasy, whatever it's about, she fails to show any type of concern for what must be severe back pain at being shoved to the pavement like this. And, she also fails to think more deeply about how incriminating any of that sounds, as she clearly thinks the two of them are alone. No, she just glows with an expectant kind of excitement, leaning a bit more close to his face in order to ask: ]
So, did you miss me?
CW ON THIS JUST IN CASE, WHEEZES
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Ib ... here it comes
[ he'd been approaching simply because it was rare to see anyone out and about that wasn't a zombie. She's an Aion, too, which doesn't hurt, although he does notice that she has a sort of different feeling to her. From the other side, then, in which case he has all the more reason to talk to her...
or not. Maybe she's making an assumption because of the wheelchair...?! ]
Seriously, I was like this before I got here.
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[ Misa can sense right away that he's an Aion, and most definitely one from the Pleroma, as she's now intimately familiar with all the names and faces of the Kenoma. This is the perfect kind of target she's been waiting for, so she just needs to string him along for a bit. ]
I meant— your skin looks a little washed out. I'm trying to keep from touching anyone, anyways! [ Insert a rude shooing gesture here. ] Just stay right where you are, and we won't have a problem. Okay? I don't want to fight or anything...
[ For all her dramatism, it seems more like she's just being prissy about the situation rather than intentionally trying to antagonize him. ]
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