wiš'adel catchall

[florescences]

do people just call her w in game too or is that just a fandom thing

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[sarkazm]

I'm fine! Obviously.

[her tail flicks, no longer frozen. be cool be cool be cool.]

I told you that you don't need to worry, didn't I?

[florescences]

[ wis'adel is so cool. ]

You already know my answer to that. It's the same as it was before.

[sarkazm]

So is mine.

[i hadn't decided on her effect yet- she has flowing, shadowy wings like the ones that activate here, rippling ambiently. the red tinge to them is a bit pinker right now.]

-hey, come check this one out.

[tilting her head toward the stand where you can make your own chocolates.]

[florescences]

[ every now and then, elysia's skin either looks like crystal or like petals on a flower. she looks at wis'adel's new wings with some curiosity but doesn't comment on them (yet). ]

We're at a standstill, as ever.

[ she's a little surprised that she's being invited to do something, but she's happy she is. she comes over. ]

Is this something you like doing?

[sarkazm]

I'll find out? I know how to cook just fine, but we don't have a lot of this stuff.

[a little shrug, tail flicking... happily??? as she heads along.]

Usually just, like, synthetic sugar substitute cubes.

[florescences]

Hehe, we can learn together. ♪

[ at least elysia doesn't know wis'adel enough to read her tail emotions. ]

Synthetic? Are you from somewhere futuristic, or... are resources hard to come by?

[sarkazm]

Whatever. I'll figure it out.

[flick flick flick.]

Far as I can tell, it's both, compared to everybody here. Nobody's ever heard of nomadic cities.

[florescences]

.... I know of nomadic tribes and such, but... actual cities?

[ that sounds so interesting. elysia is so curious. ]

Does that mean your cities move?

[sarkazm]

If they couldn't move out of the way of a Catastrophe, they'd all just get wiped out eventually!

[you know, normal stuff.]

Usually they'll have a bunch of different segments. Helps if you can decouple part of the city instead of dragging the whole thing one way.

[florescences]

Catastrophe? What kind of catastrophe?

[ she doesn't know it's a capital C. ]

It sounds like a marvel of ingenuity, but the desire to survive often brings out brilliance.

[sarkazm]

Originium storms. After one of those passes through, not only is the place destroyed, there's Originium crystals growing all over it-- and anybody who survived is probably Infected. Basically a total loss.

[so yes, extremely survival driven.

she's starting to put together ingredients, even as she says all of this.]

[florescences]

[ there is a sense of understanding, as if elysia knows something similar though not the same. ]

It sounds like it's so integrated in your way of life that it's pretty much normal. Is there anything to combat it?

[ she watches wis'adel before she joins in. she's no expert when it comes to either cooking or baking. ]

[sarkazm]

The storms? Nope. Infection...? We can slow it, but that's about it.

[but that's less important than:]

So, what... what flavor do you like.

[florescences]

No cure yet, huh? That's too bad.

[ she hums. ]

I think strawberry sounds nice right now.

[sarkazm]

There's no changing it, so you might as well live it up before you bite the dust!

[it's fine. people simply die, and that's all there is to it; infection is a fact of life.

her tail swishes again when elysia answers, a little more perked.]

I should've figured you'd want it to match.

[pink & red, like all the decorations here.]

[florescences]

I suppose that's more proactive that dwelling in it.

[ there's no censure or judgment. ]

Huh? It's not about matching.... oh, or maybe it is. I thought it'd be nice to have it as sweet as me.

[sarkazm]

I was gonna say that next-!

[she absolutely the fuck was NOT

wis'adel might be a little pink herself.]

[florescences]

[ okay, that truly elysia aback for real. that's entirely unexpected from wis'adel. ]

Huh? Is everything okay?

[ she takes a closer look at w, as if she can solve mysteries just by peering. ]

[sarkazm]

I'm fine!

[do not perceive her! she's busy making chocolate!]

[florescences]

Are you blushing?

[sarkazm]

Wh-what would I have to blush about?!

[she is definitely blushing.]

Shut up and let me work!

[florescences]

I don't know, but you are. Oh, my. What do we do? Were you thinking of someone special while making chocolate?

[sarkazm]

Why would I have anyone like that?

[stop looking at her like thatttt. she quickly looks away, turning her attention back to the chocolate... save her, chocolate.]

[florescences]

[ elysia will also work on some chocolate, but that doesn't mean she'll stay quiet. ]

Why wouldn't you?

[sarkazm]

It's a waste of time. You don't get why that kind of thing's bad for mercs?

[at least she's doing okay with the chocolate-making-- she may not be a baker, but she's a reasonably good cook, so she can follow instructions for food.]