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!
Truthfully, Iskierka only bothered to answer the invitation because she isn't often invited places, much less invited places without her captain also coming (or being the one who was really invited). It's a novelty and if there's anything she likes, it's being able to satisfy her curiosity. That and she'll be able to tell Granby in great detail the things he'd managed to miss by having to take care of other business. Really, it's a shame to miss things like this, even if it is for the silly things he insists on listening to.
Which isn't to say she's entirely paying attention to Zexion's explanation. She's certainly listening enough to understand the main point, but if that's all that illusion is she finds that it's a lot less interesting than she'd initially thought and while she doesn't shrug she manages to shift her posture enough to imply the same general thing.
"It's ever so difficult to claim capitol if the capitol doesn't even have the sense to stay in one place. Although I do suppose these would light up a pavilion quite well, at night." She pokes a claw at one of the lights as she says that last.
"Claim capitol?" He considers with a single blink of surprise, taking a moment to wonder what she means by that, and watching her talons toy with the hovering balls of light. They are a bit reminiscent of fairy glow, if fairies would ever deign to stay still.
"Possession of the mind must be claimed by entirely different means." He explains with a dismissive gesture at the warped sky, sipping at his tea. "A well guarded treasure of will and wits, it cannot simply be seized by force. Moreover, perception is something that can't really translate well to-"
"If you're interested in gaining captial, I would suggest arranging for a meeting with moogles"
Iskierka has no idea what fairies are, unfortunately. She hasn't got any interest in stories that can't be told in the curl of fire and smoke, and even the one dragon she knows of who actually enjoys books isn't much interested in the sort of story that would have fairies in it.
So she continues only really half-listening, although she does perk up almost instinctively at the mention of treasure, only the sigh when she realizes it's nothing that she considers worthy treasure. Who should ever want a treasure of will and wits, when there's much shinier treasure to be found instead.
"A moogle is a small, white creature with small wings and bright red pompoms at the ends of their antenna-" Zexion explains with a simple shrug, setting down his tea cup and conjuring up a floating image that resembles a holographic shopkeeper.
"They are a clever race, scattered among the worlds, well known for their talents at synthesizing magical items from raw materials. They mostly synthesize weapons and armor, special equipment...they're not opposed to whipping up a batch of elixers or potions, too. Quite the entrepreneurs."
The mention of worlds briefly catches Iskierka's interest. She's not used to hearing of anything but the one world, but she discards the concept of more than one place to be a silly sort of affair. Besides, clearly they must simply live in a place that she has yet to visit - with all the world laid out as it is there are plenty of places she and the wars she follows haven't been to. With this very important decision seen to, she turns her attention the moogle-image Zexion's called up, and immediately comes to a decision that could really only be the first thought of a similarly winged creature.
"What is the point of such tiny wings, please. They could never fly on those; it is much better to have grander wings."
"I am admittedly no expert on their physiology." Zexion shrugs, at an honest loss for an answer as he sizes up his own hologram. He's never seen a moogle manage more than a hover, a few feet off the floor.
"I imagine they're not meant to cover long distances- and you're quite right, of course" He compliments, with an acknowledging gesture to the dragon. "It is far grander to have wings like yours."
Flattery, after all, can get you everywhere- with some sorts. With others, a little polite attention still goes a long way.
Iskierka, as it turns out, responds excellently to flattery and she flips her wings in silent acceptance and approval of the offering. Of course its better to have wings like hers, rather than something so stunted and even if they aren't meant to cover long distances she's seen much less stunted wings on hatchlings.
"Why ever should they not want to cover long distances?"
"They usually rely on their customers to trade in raw materials." Zexion shrugs rationally. He's seen elephants fly further than moogles. Perhaps Vexen has more insight on the history of their biology, but it's nothing that has ever caught the schemer's attention till now.
He sets his cup down delicately on its saucer, and waves the hologram away.
"So really, once they set up shop they tend to stay put. But they're still staples of commerce, wings or no wings."
Iskierka considers this for a moment. She only really has the vaguest of ideas about what's involved in trade and commerce, but she understands the idea of the things that really matter requiring other, less interesting things, before they can be made into something useful. She even understand - and rather well - the idea of things not being something she can manage.
"I suppose I shall have to tell Granby to look for one then," she admits, contriving to sound less interested in the idea then she actually is.
"Granby's an ally of yours, I presume?" The nobody questions cordially, cocking his head with curiousity and wondering what sort of dragons flocked together, or...had other retainers of a sort.
Although Iskierka hardly knows to admit it - and generally tends to assume that most people know enough about the coverts to understand the general idea - the idea of flocking might be closer to the truth than Zexion thinks. Even feral dragons tend to cluster together in loose packs, given the opportunity and a proper leader.
"Oh yes," she answers, with something that's less a nod and more a sort of overall eagerness. "He is my captain."
"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.
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Which isn't to say she's entirely paying attention to Zexion's explanation. She's certainly listening enough to understand the main point, but if that's all that illusion is she finds that it's a lot less interesting than she'd initially thought and while she doesn't shrug she manages to shift her posture enough to imply the same general thing.
"It's ever so difficult to claim capitol if the capitol doesn't even have the sense to stay in one place. Although I do suppose these would light up a pavilion quite well, at night." She pokes a claw at one of the lights as she says that last.
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"Possession of the mind must be claimed by entirely different means." He explains with a dismissive gesture at the warped sky, sipping at his tea. "A well guarded treasure of will and wits, it cannot simply be seized by force. Moreover, perception is something that can't really translate well to-"
"If you're interested in gaining captial, I would suggest arranging for a meeting with moogles"
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So she continues only really half-listening, although she does perk up almost instinctively at the mention of treasure, only the sigh when she realizes it's nothing that she considers worthy treasure. Who should ever want a treasure of will and wits, when there's much shinier treasure to be found instead.
"What is a moogle, please?"
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"They are a clever race, scattered among the worlds, well known for their talents at synthesizing magical items from raw materials. They mostly synthesize weapons and armor, special equipment...they're not opposed to whipping up a batch of elixers or potions, too. Quite the entrepreneurs."
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"What is the point of such tiny wings, please. They could never fly on those; it is much better to have grander wings."
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"I imagine they're not meant to cover long distances- and you're quite right, of course" He compliments, with an acknowledging gesture to the dragon. "It is far grander to have wings like yours."
Flattery, after all, can get you everywhere- with some sorts. With others, a little polite attention still goes a long way.
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"Why ever should they not want to cover long distances?"
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He sets his cup down delicately on its saucer, and waves the hologram away.
"So really, once they set up shop they tend to stay put. But they're still staples of commerce, wings or no wings."
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"I suppose I shall have to tell Granby to look for one then," she admits, contriving to sound less interested in the idea then she actually is.
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"Oh yes," she answers, with something that's less a nod and more a sort of overall eagerness. "He is my captain."
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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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