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deercountry2023-03-13 08:29 pm
entreats) wrote in deercountry2023-03-13 08:29 pm
(open) you're looking at me like you don't know who i am
Who: Ange, Ruby, Break, and anyone who knows any of them.
What: Corruption turned Ange into a true Umineko witch who decided the best way to keep the people she loves safe from this town is to drag them into a pocket dimension.
When: For a while in March.
Where: Ange and Ruby's house-turned-small-pocket-dimension.
Content Warnings: Potential violence if anyone acts particularly antagonistic. Potential talk of violence or gore. Other warnings will be added when things pop up.
Perhaps you have seen Ruby's odd network post and decided to check things out. Or maybe you're just wandering around Trench and notice that Ange and Ruby's house suddenly looks.. different.
The house has been completely overgrown by way oversized roses, big thorns growing out of all the stems, completely obscuring the structure that's supposed to be underneath it. If you get close enough to the cluster of roses, you may feel your connection to any of the three people inside suddenly pull you in. (Please note: only people who know either Ange, Ruby or Break will be able to enter the pocket dimension because of this!)
If you give in to the sensation, everything around you might go black, and when the light returns, you seem to find yourself in.. a hedge maze. A rather odd one, though. As you stumble through it, you may suddenly find yourself in random rooms, and then back out of them into the hedge maze once more. The Moss King's wild plants seem to have even invaded corners of this place, so you might want to watch out you avoid having those snap at you. Retracing your steps through the labyrinth feels impossible, like the way is changing up behind you with every step. Some rooms make perfect sense - like a neat and elaborate kitchen, or a library - and others seem to consist of nonsense with stairs leading upside down or to nowhere, or gravity not working in a specific room at all.
Flying throughout the entire maze are golden butterflies. They seem to fly with direction, and if you follow them, you might find them leading you to one of the people you were looking for..
What: Corruption turned Ange into a true Umineko witch who decided the best way to keep the people she loves safe from this town is to drag them into a pocket dimension.
When: For a while in March.
Where: Ange and Ruby's house-turned-small-pocket-dimension.
Content Warnings: Potential violence if anyone acts particularly antagonistic. Potential talk of violence or gore. Other warnings will be added when things pop up.
Perhaps you have seen Ruby's odd network post and decided to check things out. Or maybe you're just wandering around Trench and notice that Ange and Ruby's house suddenly looks.. different.
The house has been completely overgrown by way oversized roses, big thorns growing out of all the stems, completely obscuring the structure that's supposed to be underneath it. If you get close enough to the cluster of roses, you may feel your connection to any of the three people inside suddenly pull you in. (Please note: only people who know either Ange, Ruby or Break will be able to enter the pocket dimension because of this!)
If you give in to the sensation, everything around you might go black, and when the light returns, you seem to find yourself in.. a hedge maze. A rather odd one, though. As you stumble through it, you may suddenly find yourself in random rooms, and then back out of them into the hedge maze once more. The Moss King's wild plants seem to have even invaded corners of this place, so you might want to watch out you avoid having those snap at you. Retracing your steps through the labyrinth feels impossible, like the way is changing up behind you with every step. Some rooms make perfect sense - like a neat and elaborate kitchen, or a library - and others seem to consist of nonsense with stairs leading upside down or to nowhere, or gravity not working in a specific room at all.
Flying throughout the entire maze are golden butterflies. They seem to fly with direction, and if you follow them, you might find them leading you to one of the people you were looking for..
ange (ota)
But if you do follow the butterflies, you may find yourself being lead to what seems to be the very center of the hedge maze, where there's a small open space with a gazebo, surrounded on all sides by a sea of red and golden roses. Ange is sitting in the gazebo, though she's looking a little different from the usual. She's wearing a big golden dress that seems to consist entirely of golden feathers - though if you look at where the dress meets her skin, it's almost as if the feathers are directly growing out of her body-- like the dress is a part of her, somehow. The golden feathers that grow out of her hair seem the same, encircling her head like a laurel wreath.
If she hears you approach, she will look up from the tea she's having and over at you. Ange's eyes no longer seem to contain any pupil or iris or eye white - they're just entirely a glowing golden all over.
She seems relatively calm about your intrusion, though, unless you seem aggressive. She just observes you before slowly tilting her head to the side just faintly, speaking up with a: ]
You managed to come here?
( ooc: as a note, ange will be relatively chill unless she perceives someone as antagonistic/a threat towards her little world here! so you probably won't have to worry about a confrontation unless you really want to have one. if you're still very unsure, feel free to pm me or hit me up on plurk at
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Of course I did. How could I not?
[ She curtsies delicately. ]
It's a lovely garden, Ange-chan.
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This was a thing. Vira-Lorr was at the edge of the clearing, a trail of golden butterflies having passed in front of her before glittering and then winking out of existence. She'd had a few narrow misses with the plants, but that was just an everyday thing in the wonderful world of Trench (tm). The hedge maze and her friend's current state? That was different.
It sort of ... screamed corruption to Vira-Lorr. Or beasthood. She wasn't sure if it was that or a curse. But, Ange didn't seem healthy at the moment and it worried her. Still, she was talking. Talking was good. Vira-Lorr could handle talking for the moment, if for no other reason than to assess the situation.
She took a few steps in and nodded, looking over at Ange with a concerned expression.]
Well, I had been thinking of coming to check in on you and see some of the renovations, but you've done quite the number on the house haven't you?
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As much as he wanted to approach all of this with his farmgrown sincerity, he knew that he would learn nothing if he approached as he usually did. Instead, with full boyish candor, he replied with a small bow and a brilliant smile.]
We're family. Of course I'd come to visit!
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MHA spoilers for his canonpoint throughout this thread
Ruby had not seemed so much trapped as fully going along with everything. Of course Midoriya had to come over and visit. When the sensation invites him in, he trusts in the magic at work--but not enough to come unprepared. He has his Hero gear and his backpack. He is still staving off his Corruption, evidenced by his eyes partly clouded over like a dead thing and the papery quality to his pallid skin, but he comes in peace. For now.
His mouth opens (revealing little fangs) in surprise when the hedge maze materializes around him. The sensation that led him to his friends' house is gone, so he has nothing but Ange's butterflies to go on. Danger Sense is quiet except for when plants lash out at him, but he expected that. He dodges them and reaches the gazebo unharmed.
"Hi, Ushiromiya-san. I wanted to check on you." He produces a small bag of oranges from his backpack. Mom taught him never to come over empty-handed. "Rose-san was acting kind of funny, and... it's not the first time a friend of mine made another world."
And got stuck in it.
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[she knows how to follow the butterflies by now. she knows where they'll lead her, and who's making them. so when she finds her way to the center and sees a woman who could be her little sister were she not so grossly incandescent, she freezes in her tracks. there is a sheathed katana on her back, but it's in that same loose bag and not a proper saya, and the bag is zipped up completely. any moves she could possibly make towards it would be so telegraphed it wouldn't even be funny.]
[which is why she walks up to ange like she's unarmed, and with no aggression in her stance. she pushes her hands into her pockets. kainé's handprint is still visible on her face; she wears it like a badge of honor.]
Nice place you've made for yourself, Ange. Or is it Ange-Beatrice? I want to make sure I'm giving my little sister the right title.
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[Like - obviously? Michael hates this place, he's been walking through the stupid hedge maze for sort of a while, he thinks it's incredibly unsubtle, and - well. He's scared for his friend. That's the real reason he's feeling sort of sharp and snappish. He takes a breath, flicks a stray leaf off his sleeve, and reorients.]
You've got some of that Moss guy's plants growing out there. Freaking things...
[He did set one of those on fire. But just that. He certainly knows better than to storm in getting all violent.]
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I... I guess I did? [She says meekly and a little confused as she raises a pincer for a slight wave.]
Um, hey there Ange! Good to see you. [It felt like time to check in on her friend, but she didn't expect any of... this.] I really love that dress! [So much gold! Wait-] Did- did something happen to your eyes?
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But he does want to visit his friends, check up on them. So he finds himself pulled into the dreamlike world, moving through the hedge maze with a nervous skip of his heart until he spots those golden butterflies and knows immediately to follow them. Ange.
When he finds her, there's a wave of relief, but as he's taking his friend in, it does feel a bit.... odd. A little bit frightening in ways. He's certainly seen Ange in various states of Intimidating, and fairly recently got a glimpse of her in Witch Mode, at least until Paimon took over things. But here she's sitting looking almost... inhuman, like some higher power. The feathers, the.... eyes. Peter's own pair widen as he takes them in, unable to help feeling a kneejerk sensation of fright.
...But he moves closer anyway. Carefully, like he's giving her some space, but it not cold in the least. There's a warmth as he approaches his friend, a little smile and a life of his hand in a slightly awkward wave. )
Saw your butterflies. Figured you couldn't be too far away from those guys.
This place is... beautiful. Ruby said you made it, all by yourself...?
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She entered together with Anna, but they don't arrive in the same place. All that she can do is follow the butterflies and hope that it leads to a way out of this endless dream. There is a beauty to this, one that she thinks she could so easily lose herself in. That's why they need to get out.
She casually walks into the gazebo, with just a trace of tension in her gait. Her sword is at her side. She removes it from her sheathe, then drops it to the floor to show she means no harm. She doesn't think she could hurt Ange anyway. ]
You left me a trail of breadcrumbs. [ She says, as though that explains anything. ] Not bad. I'd go for something simpler, but I used to live in a rundown lean to, so what do I know?
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[If there's anything he can do for her, he'll do it.]
[So follow the butterflies, push past the fatigue. Get to that weird little gazebo if it kills him. Only to stop, leaning against one of the supports for the gazebo. Taking in the golden ... person. Bird person. Glowing golden bird person.]
[Well @#$%.]
You know me... [He says, mildly, carefully. Around the breathlessness so common this month.] Stubborn as they come.
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Couldn't keep me away if you tried. How're you?
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He finally spots the gazebo and the girl inside it, and he's on his way over when one of the Moss King's plants has a tendril slither out in front of him and he absolutely eats shit like three feet from the table. Womp womp. Said plant, at least, gets up close and personal with the business end of Harbinger's scythe, as Qrow tries to salvage any part of his dignity here with a grin trying for cheeky.]
A little birdie told me you guys were having a bit of pest problem.
[There is a leaf in his hair.]
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sorry for delay it was a busy grad school week rip
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It's a very pretty garden, at least.
Still, to find Ange at the center, looking very much not herself is nothing short of alarming. He's cautious and slow in his approach, as though worried about startling her.]
Uhhh... Yeah. I just followed your... little friends, I guess? Are you - are you feeling okay? You look a little different.
[He's downplaying. Golden glowing eyes is definitely not Ange's normal state of being, but it doesn't seem wise to raise too much of an alarm too quickly.]
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Post-corruption wildcard
Except that when Break wakes up he's definitely sitting on a table surrounded by his little army of marching teapots.
There's a lot to be alarmed by as he puts all the pieces together, starting with the fact that he appears to have made a contract with a witch without noticing. But as Break sets out to explore the world Ange has made with his eye properly open, his misgivings settle into worries far more standard for Trench and its nonsense. After all, he can sense Ange over his link to her, even if it's not the same as a blood bond. And so, he can feel the protective nature of her powers, the feelings underneath them as familiar as though they were his own, and not just because of the weird link between them.
Break is fond of saying a loyalty too sharp will become a blade that pierces the very thing held dear, based on his own experiences with twisted love. Trench is doing the same thing to Ange now, he sees. She's made this place out of love -- but it's a love too suffocating, becoming a prison to smother the very people she wishes to save.
The cold, practical, independent part of him wants to try to leave just to see if he can, and test how far his magical tie to Ange will stretch, just in case it can't be removed. Break puts a great deal of consideration into trying that, as he takes stock of the "guest rooms" where Ruby has tossed the troublemakers and investigates the full scale of Ruby's Rubilessness. But tearing the place apart by any kind of force, he realizes, is only liable to make things worse, cause Ange to dig in her heels. The trick will be to ease her out of her corruption, help her come to the decision to emerge on her own. For that reason Break should stay, right, should be trusted eyes on the inside, should see if he can catch some of her other loved ones before Ruby does and guide them in the right direction without Ange noticing what he's up to...
...that's his scheming side, which he'll never fully be rid of. Ultimately, Break, too, stays out of love. Ange brought him here so they could watch over one another.
He'll do the job she's given him.
Having reached his decision, he pops into Ange's garden with a plate of her favorite blueberry cookies balanced on his head, and a small battalion of teapots and things flying in a line behind him on gothic purple fairy wings. Baltus is with him, looking decidedly less toothy, but it's with no less enthusiasm than usual that the omen trots forward to rest his head in Ange's lap.]
Miss Ange. How are you feeling? I notice the hedge isn't wanting to grow any doors for me at the moment.
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arrives late with starbucks
I did. The butterflies. [ Which she points up towards with a small smile. ] And I spoke to Ruby on the network when she did her tour broadcast.
[ Which has... raised some concerns. And while she's spoken to Ruby, it would probably be best to speak to Ange too — which Ruby was happy for Luna to do. That's comforting, at least. That whatever's going on isn't shutting their friends out. But she's also... concerned for Ange, for a few different reasons. She's her friend too. Creating a pocket dimension is no small feat, not with everything else going on there, too. And now... this? ]
I wanted to check up on you, see how you were. Ruby mentioned you were a little worn out after creating all of this.
<3!!!
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[Being a devoted piece of furniture — in his right mind he would object to this term, but as it is he's just shrugged and accepted his position as Ange's personal singing, dancing candlestick who cares a lot about dinner — of course Break is doing his part to watch over the little world she's created. He's been a servant all his life and thrives in the role, and it's a genuine relief to be getting back to things properly on behalf of someone he treasures. Life is so unnerving for a servant who's not serving, and Break falls into cooking and making tea and patrolling the grounds for troublemakers and all that with genuine delight.
Just now, he's out on patrol. The whole point of this place is safety in the face of Trench's cruelty, and he'll definitely, definitely protect this place, which Ange built out of love, from those who would seek to undermine it.
Encounters with him in this state won't be especially violent. He has always defaulted to not causing trouble for Rainsworth, and now for Ange. Since he doesn't actually know her full feelings about half these people, anyone who seems inclined to make a mess will be unceremoniously snatched up and thrown into one of the many rooms within the hedge maze and locked inside for safekeeping. After all, if Break kills somebody and Ange is sad about it, he can't fix it. But, you can always go back and kill somebody later! No need to be hasty. Despite that, though, he really can't resist messing with whoever he comes across, which nobody wants.
Break is a darkblood.
He never shows himself straight away. In the distant past, he was a prolific serial killer. He still possesses the ability to stalk people in silence and remain unseen until the very last second. So instead of realizing they are being followed, most will find that the hedge maze just…starts getting weirder, really. Waves of color suddenly wash across the plant life, perhaps, smack in front of you. Try to backtrack, and you may find the hole you just walked through is closed now. Little tricks like these just keep happening, almost as though someone is herding visitors around, trying to lead them into this or that room within the maze.
Ideally, Break's victims will amuse him. How exactly to accomplish that, unfortunately, will depend entirely on his whims at any given moment.]
Come in and have a nice spot of tea~
[Devoted he may be, but Break is an independent creature, too. Somewhere within the maze, he's carved out his own space for himself, distinct from the rest of the dimension because the roses are all purple and black, rather than red and gold. Follow the butterflies past them and you'll find the workshop he's built to play around in, which looks rather like someone blew up a gothic craft store and then decided to throw a tea party on top of it. Everything is in shades of black and silver and violet, lace and pins and velvets and pearls, and the glow to Break's red eye is even worse than it was in Ruby's video. But despite the dramatically dark look of the whole place, the atmosphere is cheery, festive music emanating from somewhere in the room. Teapots and cups and ornate filigree trays go dancing around on legs Break has given them, trundling across his work table in time to the music, occasionally hopping down to the floor by way of plush velvet chairs and scurrying off to fetch more macarons and such. His omen is having his own fun off in one corner, gleefully shredding a throw pillow Break has picked the trim off of and spinning around about it. And Break himself sits in the center of the chaos, perched on the edge of the table, staring down the fetching top hat he's been putting together.]
It wants more baubles. [He drawls the words, without bothering to look up at whoever's just walked in.] I don't suppose you've brought me any.
[Ruby, bless her, is doing her best in her new role. But given that even Ozpin McOldasballz apparently hasn't managed to learn manners enough not to be a dick at someone else's wedding yet, Break doesn't trust the Remnant people to be quick at learning the tact and poise necessary to serve as Ange's voice when she is feeling like hiding. So, it's obvious that this role will fall to him, and so he needs to look good and proper. After all, in a way, this is a return to his former glory, and a Mad Hatter can't be without the correct hat.]
But I'll be there for you as the world falls down
[Break is the first of the three to "wake up" from the dream Ange has built, his corruption easing all on its own. For him, the worst trigger of it is grief and loss -- and, likewise, it's eased simply by being around his loved ones. Because of that, despite all the corruption that seems to be permeating the very air, existing here as one of Ange's treasures is enough to heal his recent paints just as she promised.
So, even after he's come to his senses, Break stays.
Ange has made this place out of love, and Break isn't about to shred it around her. But, he also knows they can't stay, and Ange needs help too. The trick is going to be getting it to her without setting Ruby off, to say nothing of helping Ruby as well. So, his eye finally dimmed back down to its normal shade of red and his magic much more under control, Break continues his patrols and waits patiently to chat up people who seem, you know.
Sensible.]
So you've made it in, have you? Mm, you must care about someone in here very much, isn't that so...?
But I'll Be There (or, honestly, whatever you think fits best)
[And, after encountering Ruby, Oscar had no idea what type of Xerxes Break he was dealing with. He hadn't forgotten their conversation once about Remnant sharing fairy tales in common with the various Earths or Earth-like worlds, and the tale of a girl lost in a fantastical realm was one of them.
Oscar, with Diggs standing between him and Break in the labyrinth, didn't fight to hide the obvious wariness that had started wrapping itself like ten thousand thorny vines around his chest and stomach. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, but he mustered his own fortitude to keep him going.
Once upon a time, Xerxes Break had compared himself to the Mad Hatter. While he didn't know Alice's story as well as he knew Alyx's, he understood the idea of the role.
He knew he had to be careful.]
I just want to make sure Ruby and Ange are okay, [ he said diplomatically.] I really don't want Yang to kill me if she ever makes it back, or for Battler and Beatrice to kill me if anything happens.
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⸻teatime
Carefully, she steps around an errant teacup as it skitters by on little legs, her hands wringing in a touch of anxiety. The man sitting on the table is the same man she'd seen in the video, though Ruby hadn't mentioned a name. And she can't be certain if he's behaving oddly like Ruby is, since she doesn't exactly know what his normal is.
She can only assume that, if he was here in the video, he's important to Ruby and Ange. ]
I'm sorry to barge in. I... didn't bring any baubles.
[ Blake's voice is low, apologetic, though her yellow gaze is keen, flicking from the long-snouted omen and back to the man. Something's wrong here, despite Ruby and this man being so overtly cheerful. The best she can do is play along for the moment. ]
I'm looking for Ruby? [ A pause, and then: ] I'm Blake. I'm a friend, one that's only just arrived in Trench.
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a nice spot of tea
But it's not like she doesn't want to see her own people. Very occasionally she wanders out from her own little hiding spot with the exact purpose of looking for Ruby or Break. Sure, she could just call them to her with the wave of a hand, but maybe she wants to see what they're doing, or if there's something she can do for them, make this world more comfortable in any way.
It's how the witch finds herself making her way over to Break's little corner - one that's not too hard to find, considering the roses. Ange doesn't even need her innate knowledge of this world she's created to be able to find it, a smile on her face as she glances between the man and the creature. ]
I could, if you wanted some. [ It's an almost playful offer, since of course she'd gladly provide that for Break if he wanted, but she can also imagine him wanting to make this on his own without it being something about this place she's created.
Hence why Ange doesn't make anything appear just yet, instead stepping further into the room, squatting down next to Baltus to pet the Omen, if he'll allow it in the middle of his zoomies.
It looks a little ridiculous, since Ange looks less like the young lady she is in her full on corrupted witch outfit, but Ange sure doesn't seem to mind. Would she let that stop her from loving on the people she cares for? Of course not. ]
Are you having fun? [ It's hard to tell whether she's asking Baltus or Break that, given that she's looking at the Omen.. Maybe she's asking both at the same time, considering their joint nature. ]
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teatime 🍵
But this place is like a little dream. If he closes his eyes and breathes it in, he could almost relax here. When he opens them again, he feels pinpricks of anxiety at the corners of himself, like he knows he shouldn't stay here for long. Magic has always intimidated him, continues to, and this place bleeds the feel of it.... but at the center of everything is a trust in Ange Ushiromiya. Whatever this world is, if she's created it, if it's come from her spirit — it isn't something bad. Ruby's here too, another dear friend, the type that feels like family.
And then, of course, there's— Mister Break. Peter, channeling all of the wide-eyed lost wonder of Alice (but so much less of the storybook sweetness, considering his dark-circled, mournful wet eyes and the way his tongue randomly gives odd clipped cluck-sounds due to severe demonic possession) finds his way to that space with the black and purple roses, all fancy lace and ornamental, as though he's walking through swirls of filigree. Things move and dance on their own, and there's Break looking all the part of the maddest hatter...
Peter stares, both parts intimidated and impressed, blinking up as the man speaks without so much as glancing up. It all continues to feel like a dream. And Peter might stay frozen, except..... he does just have baubles on hand to offer, weirdly, thanks to a demon king with a magpie penchant for nicking any shiny things it can get its hands on. Said demon is delighted by every single thing about this (a magical teaparty!) and Peter is only maybe slightly himself as he reaches deep into the pocket of his coat to extract an antique earring. No matter that it lacks its partner; Paimon planned to break it apart and repurpose each tiny piece into something new. However, the request from Break is met with a need to provide, the demon more than thrilled to offer him Something Nice.....
And so Peter, wordlessly, and with eyes wide and pupils blown, looking like he's in some weird trance, slowly holds up the little trinket to the man, letting it drape over his palm. We're all mad here, right? )
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two for tea
More baubles? [The boy similarly drawls] You know, it won't hurt you to keep some things more classically simple.
[Lucius will be the first to admit he's embraced the Victorian tendencies towards layers and fabrics with lovely patterns. He's resisted most of the trimmings, though, finding them impractical and an aesthetic step too far for someone who's studying ancient Greek and Roman architecture for the love of it.
And if the protest to adding more things has a double meaning - well, it's more than plausibly deniable.]
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Tea
So it's a few days into their little adventure before she actually makes her way into Break's little domain for a visit.
She's brought a handful of different coloured roses that she's found on her patrols- Imperfections in an otherwise perfect world. And those are the baubles she's brought for Baltus to play with.]
I have- But I was hoping we could discuss the gift we're to give our Golden Witch for her efforts.
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As the World Falls Down
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Ruby Rose (OTA)
[Ruby is actually fairly easy to find out of the three in the pocket dimension. Her desire has always been to protect those closest to her and that's been dialed up to eleven here. She can be found floating idly by through through the pocket dimension guiding those who need it with a smile.
If any carnivorous plants appear she'll be quick to engage them with the wicked scythe she appeared with in the network video.
Or maybe she approaches with an overly cheerful smile and a wave.]
Hello~! Welcome to the Golden Land. Can I take your coat? Would you like a snack?
Be our guest. (A little more hostile)
[For any who enter the realm with clear intent to disrupt what's going on or bring one of the residents of this pocket dimension back to Trench. Ruby will still be as friendly as can be, but there'll be a certain chill in the air. A definite sign that the welcome matt is no longer at the door.
If they don't see her right away there might be the hint of a giggle from behind a bush in the maze. Or they could swear you hear the screeching of a blade against the stone pavement from nearby.
Nothing comes of that until the traveler feels a poke on their shoulder as Ruby suddenly appears at their side. A smile that doesn't quite reach her lips is on her face.]
For the safety of the Golden Witch and all who dwell here, I'm going to have to politely ask you to leave.
Should you refuse to cooperate I can either have you removed by force, or you may stay in a guest room until morning and we can reassess the situation then.
Gardening
Most of them are an extension of the first sets of rules his mother and father instilled in him. Rules for entering another person's home, rules for stepping into unknown territory. Rules for swimming in strange waters.
The garden-maze is beautiful. It reminds him of other gardens, other mazes. He is contemplating an arrangement of rose bushes at the corner of one turn peacefully when Ruby approaches, his dark coat folded over his arm and no sign of anything in his expression beyond mild curiosity. ]
Hello, Lady Rose. [ He smiles back at her, a little, old joke in the too-formal naming. ] I'm all right. I only stopped by to say hello. See how things were.
This is a very beautiful place. The Omni didn't do it justice.
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Gardening
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A lil Prunin
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gardening prompt, kind of
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gardening 🌹
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gardening
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Gardening
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hedge maze for bastard grandpas
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gardening
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