On a fine summer day like this one, it would be a shame to not spend your lunch in a park or near the window over a cup of tea. You can watch the clouds float by, taste various flavors of this wonderful drink and chat with your friends!
Is that not exciting enough for you? Then how about a simple game of exchanging notes and favors?
The Rules:
Post with your character! They are currently in the middle of having tea. The time and place is up to you.
Comment to other people! Keep the conversation going!
Sometime during the conversation, let a note show up on your partner's saucer. The note describes something your character would really like to do with their partner, no matter how innocent or scandalous!
The characters discuss the contents of the note. Feel free to go ahead and agree to fulfill it, haggle and present various conditions of its fulfillment, even act scandalized! The outcome is up to you.
Remember that your character may not have written the note right now, but it's definitely there and written in their handwriting. Also, keep in mind that the most innocent characters can have dirty wishes and the most promiscuous ones can have moments of chastity. Go for whatever scenario you'd like, be it sex or CR!
"Your captain, then." Zexion inclines his head with a little more respect in the dip of his chin, considering the way that Aeleus would speak about the position, Captain of the Guard.
It also occurs to him that they might be pirates of a sort, if gaining Capital was their aim. Pirates with dragons. Surely this world held potential for further study, but he might want to send along a surer recommendation in report that Xaldin and Luxord should take it on together.
As much as Iskierka - and most dragons - tend to be interest in pretty things, few of them are pirates in any sense of the term. It's surprisingly hard to get a full-grown dragon on a ship and not end up with a wreck and the lighter weights aren't nearly as good as being destructive as even the middle-weights. Besides, Iskierka is much too fond of fights to ever really be satisfied with being on a ship.
"Oh no," she answers, perfectly frankly. "None of us do; I think they've decided we're not allowed to have them, and at any rate I shouldn't much like one, I think."
"I must admit," Zexion muses wryly, eyes traveling in slow curiosity from the flare of her nostrils, past her neck and all the way down to her tail. "I've never seen anyone successfully decide what a dragon is permitted or not permitted to call themselves."
"But if a title shouldn't really interest you" He shrugs loftily, taking another sip of tea. "Then I suppose that's that."
"Why should I care for something that cannot be held?" she answers with a tone that very much suggests that she takes after the dragons of myth and legend, with their hoards of treasure. Besides, she has a perfectly suitable name as things stand. Whyever should she want anything more added to it?
That and Granby seems quite content to take them in her stead, and that's good enough for her.
"There are many things with no physical properties which yet shape the worlds and have meaning." Zexion argues lightly with a shrug, through getting into a debate about the material vs. immaterial with a dragon seems like a fair way to stumble into a headache before tea hour is through.
Nevertheless, in order to make a fair evaluation, perhaps it is necessary to obtain some form of worldviews or understanding of the heart, and now seems as good a time as any to bridge that natural gap.
"The heart, for instance. Or memory- memories are certainly treasured and precious."
With this dragon, yes. It would be quite the headache, and all the more so given her very uncomplicated worldview. It's mostly the Chinese breeds that tend to philosophy and an interest in the less-than-real, but that would have lent quite a different feeling to the situation, and perhaps less of a need to create this place, when most would have been quite willing to join him for tea.
Of course, that is quite a different situation than the one currently at hand, and Iskierka offers another shrug-equivalent at the comment about things that shape the world. Such fancy theories are little to her liking, when there are better things to be had.
"I suppose memories can be treasured, but a heart is simply a thing, is it not?"
"Simplythe thing that binds all to the world, and to all worlds." Zexion laughs loftily, waving his hand. Beings of light took such things for so much granted! His eyes gleam, and he leans forward across the dainty table, keen with knowing. Not all creatures can be tempted with curiousity, but others prove eager to know, and those are the easiest to spin interest with lies.
Iskierka narrows her eyes in concentration as she tries to wrap her mind around the idea. Unfortunately, despite her efforts, she doesn't exactly get very far and after a time she sighs. Nothing in her world has prepared her for needing to pay attention to bindings and connections past her own personal desires.
(She is, Zexion will likely find, a very simple being at heart.)
"Why should a heart matter to night and day, please?"
"It is only by the power of seven precious hearts containing purest light that the sun should rise and set over the worlds at all!" Zexion replies elegantly, with a slight roll of his eyes, since he doesn't know how much stock to set in children's stories, though the Origin of Worlds do tie closely to much of what they've seen in the princesses, and the keyhole.
Enough to lend some weight to the theory, though who really knows what happened long ago, in the age of the war.
"Oh," Iskierka answers, with the suggestion of a yawn, "stories. I've never seen much use for those."
Admittedly, they can be very vaguely interesting, but she's not of the sort of temperament required to truly find stories interesting. She can't even read, should she manage to find something of an inclination to it, and books more her size. She'll never understand how Temeraire can stand it, when the words are so small and his own captain isn't immediately available.
If she knew about the war at the heart of the story, of course, her opinions might change, but for now she doesn't seem to find legends very interesting.
"But...I've heard that dragons were wise guardians of lore?" Zexion frowns, seeming a bit disappointed by Iskierka's disdain.
Perhaps not the ideal candidate for exploring dreams at all, then, if she held no love for narrative. The schemer was looking for those with the capacity for wild imagination, and so far this one was proving a bit difficult to consider.
Perhaps on another world, where Dragons horde their tales like gold. This one seems to breed them much too practically.
"Well," Iskierka begins, consideringly, "I suppose Perscitia might be considered such a thing, but that is certainly not something that we can all be interested in. We are as much worth as you are, or more, and surely you would hardly claim all of you were all one thing."
Of course, this is not to say that Zexion's assumptions are not still quite on the mark. Though Iskierka isn't wearing the harness she would wear in combat, there's still enough to suggest at least something quasi-military in the mention of captaincy and though coverts like the one they're near could simply be for space there's still a feel of something military to the place.
Here, at least, dragons are used for quite practical reasons.
"A fair enough point" zexion chuckles- certainly not even all of their original number were proper scholars , and the nobodies who came thereafter were even more varied. Their only shared instincts were aligned in regaining hearts, attaining 'completion', as Xemnas so neatly put it.
His plans hinted at dome grander scale goal, but then who knew what Xehanort had been, whole in heart and memory?
"Who is Perscitia, then, and might we be introduced, please?" Mimicking the dragon's manners seemed the best way to form requests.
"I do not know where she is, quite," Iskierka answers, "but she was supposed to have been sent to the breeding grounds. She is ever so useful though, and she helped us with the pavilions. I'm certain you could ask after her though, if you wished."
Somewhere in there Iskierka's missed a very valuable detail - namely that Perscitia is a dragon - but if Zexion has spent any time at all speaking to the human denizens of the world, he'll know that Latin names are not in favor among that populace. Especially not here in England, where names are far more eminently sensible.
"With the pavilions?" He asks in mild curiousity- assuming no less than a dragon, considering the mention of 'breeding grounds'. A dragon lorekeeper- that might be a bit more promising, for the purposes of his project.
Not that Iskierka wasn't fascinating, but Zexion wondered just how rich a lucid dreamer she might be, what she could produce. Still, this is a decent start.
"Do you, ah-" Because the untouched cup is bothering him, even if this arrangement is largely for show "do you usually take tea this way, or do Dragons do something differently?"
"Oh yes," Iskierka answers happily. Though she might not be a suitable candidate as far as lucid dreaming goes, she's certainly quite eager to share what she knows, not even realizing that perhaps she shouldn't be so free with the information, a fact which might come from being supremely unconcerned about most threats that aren't offered on the field of battle. "They are ever so excellent for keeping the rain off, and it is much nicer than sleeping on the ground."
"We do not often have tea, or at least Granby has never tried it. I think it may be something to do with the cups?"
Wait.... is she a circus dragon of sorts, to be sleeping in tents? Puzzled, Zexion listens, still sipping from his own teacup with little concern for inconveniencing his dragon company. It would have to be something as large as a pavilion tent, to house dragons.
"And they're assembled while you're out among the world, I presume." Such a curious and unfinished picture she paints- and he still hasn't quite cottoned onto the warring parts. "You travel much?"
Tents? Not in the least. There's probably enough tent-cloth in all of England to provide tents for all the dragons in a single covert, much less cloth that can stand up to the various temperaments and sizes of the various dragons.
"Why should we bother to--" she begins, in what is clear confusion before she (somewhat belatedly) catches on to the implications behind Zexion's words, and shakes her head before beginning again. "Oh no. They are not moved. They are to stay here: I do not think they could much be moved. Although you might certainly say we do a great deal of traveling."
"As do I" Zexion smiles primly, setting down his cup. And indeed, traveling is very different when your mode is through the corridors, skirting between worlds through cheating backdoor in the fabric of light and darkness which compose them.
"Right then." He seems to decide then that this really isn't a candidate worth pursuing seriously, though a second land of dragons is certainly worth examining in the future. Not for the dream projects, perhaps...but the typical reconnaissance. "Well, I don't mean to keep you long, as promised."
"I should hope not," Iskierka answers, unconcerned that her comment might perhaps not be entirely polite. "Although it has been most interesting." She'll have quite the new set of things to tell Granby, even if he doesn't quite believe her. She knows they are the truth and that is the only thing that has ever mattered.
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It also occurs to him that they might be pirates of a sort, if gaining Capital was their aim. Pirates with dragons. Surely this world held potential for further study, but he might want to send along a surer recommendation in report that Xaldin and Luxord should take it on together.
"And you- do you also have a title?"
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"Oh no," she answers, perfectly frankly. "None of us do; I think they've decided we're not allowed to have them, and at any rate I shouldn't much like one, I think."
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"But if a title shouldn't really interest you" He shrugs loftily, taking another sip of tea. "Then I suppose that's that."
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That and Granby seems quite content to take them in her stead, and that's good enough for her.
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Nevertheless, in order to make a fair evaluation, perhaps it is necessary to obtain some form of worldviews or understanding of the heart, and now seems as good a time as any to bridge that natural gap.
"The heart, for instance. Or memory- memories are certainly treasured and precious."
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Of course, that is quite a different situation than the one currently at hand, and Iskierka offers another shrug-equivalent at the comment about things that shape the world. Such fancy theories are little to her liking, when there are better things to be had.
"I suppose memories can be treasured, but a heart is simply a thing, is it not?"
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"To the light and the darkness."
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(She is, Zexion will likely find, a very simple being at heart.)
"Why should a heart matter to night and day, please?"
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Enough to lend some weight to the theory, though who really knows what happened long ago, in the age of the war.
"At least, that's how the legend goes."
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Admittedly, they can be very vaguely interesting, but she's not of the sort of temperament required to truly find stories interesting. She can't even read, should she manage to find something of an inclination to it, and books more her size. She'll never understand how Temeraire can stand it, when the words are so small and his own captain isn't immediately available.
If she knew about the war at the heart of the story, of course, her opinions might change, but for now she doesn't seem to find legends very interesting.
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Perhaps not the ideal candidate for exploring dreams at all, then, if she held no love for narrative. The schemer was looking for those with the capacity for wild imagination, and so far this one was proving a bit difficult to consider.
Perhaps on another world, where Dragons horde their tales like gold. This one seems to breed them much too practically.
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Of course, this is not to say that Zexion's assumptions are not still quite on the mark. Though Iskierka isn't wearing the harness she would wear in combat, there's still enough to suggest at least something quasi-military in the mention of captaincy and though coverts like the one they're near could simply be for space there's still a feel of something military to the place.
Here, at least, dragons are used for quite practical reasons.
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His plans hinted at dome grander scale goal, but then who knew what Xehanort had been, whole in heart and memory?
"Who is Perscitia, then, and might we be introduced, please?" Mimicking the dragon's manners seemed the best way to form requests.
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Somewhere in there Iskierka's missed a very valuable detail - namely that Perscitia is a dragon - but if Zexion has spent any time at all speaking to the human denizens of the world, he'll know that Latin names are not in favor among that populace. Especially not here in England, where names are far more eminently sensible.
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Not that Iskierka wasn't fascinating, but Zexion wondered just how rich a lucid dreamer she might be, what she could produce. Still, this is a decent start.
"Do you, ah-" Because the untouched cup is bothering him, even if this arrangement is largely for show "do you usually take tea this way, or do Dragons do something differently?"
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"We do not often have tea, or at least Granby has never tried it. I think it may be something to do with the cups?"
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"And they're assembled while you're out among the world, I presume." Such a curious and unfinished picture she paints- and he still hasn't quite cottoned onto the warring parts. "You travel much?"
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"Why should we bother to--" she begins, in what is clear confusion before she (somewhat belatedly) catches on to the implications behind Zexion's words, and shakes her head before beginning again. "Oh no. They are not moved. They are to stay here: I do not think they could much be moved. Although you might certainly say we do a great deal of traveling."
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"Right then." He seems to decide then that this really isn't a candidate worth pursuing seriously, though a second land of dragons is certainly worth examining in the future. Not for the dream projects, perhaps...but the typical reconnaissance. "Well, I don't mean to keep you long, as promised."
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