| characters | Nagi, Saber, and Mika

| date/time | September 11

| location | Third Floor

| rating | G but maybe PG 'cause Nagi is an arse.\

| summary | Nagi enjoys teasing vampires, Saber does not approve

( womba womba )

| characters | Nagi and Saber
| date/time | Backdated to Tuesday afternoon.
| location | Starts by the food altar branch and moves to outside the tree.
| rating | PG?
| summary | Saber needs a new contract and she's running out of magi.
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[Agitha had been feeling a tad under the weather lately, and she had noticed that she wasn't the only one. Fortunately, if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that a nice cup of tea would do wonders to cure one's ills. Being such a good neighbor, she, with the help of a firefly, prepared a large pot of hot tea with some honey and ginger. Taking every cup she could scrounge in her house, she started going door to door, being as cheerful as possible, of course!]

Good morning! I made some tea for everyone! Would you like some?

 Ah... pardon me.

Last week people got food poisoning... and now some sort of sickness has - 

[COUGH COUGH HACK HACK. Gosh, ain't that pretty.]

... well, you know.

Anyway... I was wondering, if this keeps up... Do we have any healers, or at least magic-wielders with healing spells? ... Or just plain old doctors? In the future, if we ever come down with something more serious - 

[COUGH COUGH. Ewwww.]

... More serious, or we suffer bad injuries, we should be aware of who to contact right away.

August 13th Morning | Level 2 | Open Log

[ Celena's out in the open half way between her home and the lifestream on floor two, taking advantage of the space to run through her sword drills. For those who pause to watch, it's clear from her flowing precision that she's very skilled with her weapon.

And though she appears to be concentrating, for those who speak to her or even for those who stop to stare too long she'll turn her head and flash a grin, hoping that she's either going to find a sparring partner or receive a compliment. After all, why else would she be exercising in such a public place? ]

August 13th Evening | Amber | Open

[ Whatever grace and beauty Celena was embodying yesterday has fled her completely. She looks terrible: pallid, sweaty, hunched and shivering as she clutches a blanket around her in her hammock ]

Don't eat the raspberries from the storage shed. There's something wrong-

[She pauses and covers her mouth as she swallows heavily, looking for a moment even more miserable that before]

Jeture, fetch me a bucket before I ruin my bed!

[For once this lanky young woman does not look like she's trying to win a staring contest with a cockatrice when she activates her amber slice. She does look sweaty and tired, but maybe that's actually helping. Behind her the mist is close, a towering wall, but the chuckle of the stream gives away her location before she can even open her mouth.]

Hey, any of you happen to be strong and willing to lend a hand? Me and Evan, [And indeed, the gawky redhead struggling to roll and heft rocks behind her happens to be in the frame as she talks,] are putting together a fish trap. I don't know about any of you but the thought of real meat that we don't have to bargain for with stone doubloons is so tempting we've been building this thing for the last couple of weeks straight.

It could use refining.

[She swings the slice around to reveal a very crude weir along one side of the stream composed entirely of raised pebbles and smooth rocks; it doesn't block the stream because Jo has noted the boat at dock just upstream of her location, but she's making a fair play at funnelling any minnows into it.]

Once we're done we just need some bait and some lucky catches. I never learned spear fishing but I'll bet some of you super freaks has a leg up on that. Come on down, huh?

[ Today, on the feed there is one unimpressed Illya who seems to be wearing Neko Arc pajamas. Don't ask. She won't be telling anybody that she kind of temporarily left the tree and came back wearing these. Anyway, she clears her throat and manages to finally speak up. ]

... Um. Hello. I-I'm really sorry that this is kind of awkward to say, but apparently Ruby accidentally put some of Gil-kun's potion in the food and drinks two weeks ago, so I wanted to apologize for that. I think Ruby thought that it was funny to turn people into kids or something. But don't worry! I think it should wear off soon.

Or at least, that's what Ruby told me. [ And then she looks at her Kaleidostick (who seems to be off screen) and, ] Now Ruby, apologize.

[ And soon enough this twirls into shot, sounding like its usual energetic, high pitched, feminine self. ] Ah, yes, hello, hello, I'm really sorry about that, but wasn't it fun, being kids again? I'm sure you guys had a great time!

--Anyway. It won't happen again, I promise. I'm keeping a close eye on Ruby this time. [ A beat. ] Also, Rin-san and Archer-san seem to be gone. Their names aren't on the shrine's list anymore.

( ooc: And with that said, the deaging player plot has now comes to a close! Feel free to backdate any logs or threads, if you wish. )

*Unless someone had managed to spot the newcomer before he found a corner to hide himself away in, the face that appears on the amber is likely completely unfamiliar. What's more, if one looks closely, they might see that the pupils in his blue eyes are slitted like a cat's, rather than round. And when he opens his mouth to speak...*

I don't know who you are or what this place is, but it makes no difference to me so long as you return me to Nagoya immediately.

*...the sharp-eyed might notice the distinctively long canine teeth he possesses. Fangs. The vampire's expression and voice are cold as he continues speaking.*

I have business to attend to there.

*He sets down the amber, ending the transmission there. If he has to resort to threats or force he will, but he's willing to see if this can be resolved quickly without that. If not... well, he'll find a way to reach Yu-chan, one way or another...*

*Though if anyone feels like searching (or just happens to get lucky and look in just the right spot), his hiding spot is currently a crevice in the bark partway up the outside of the tree trunk, just underneath one of the lower balconies. Apparently someone wasted no time figuring out how to put his new wings to work!*

Yeah, I've been sitting here picking nits out of this sparrow's feathers and watching you all jump around like winged monkeys trying to get drunk off your asses. I think I get how Chime does her business now.

I get that you want things that are precious to you, and I get that tea bags and flour are useful for day to day shit. That's a lot of tea, that's a lot of flour.

And that's a lot of booze right there.

But fuck if I'm going to watch people rot their fucking livers out. I put up with a year and a half of that at school and a lifetime of that around my idiot brothers. You get that much all at once and you get stupid with it. I've seen it happen a hundred thousand times.

Come pool your betting rocks in around that toolbox and if it pans out, I promise I'll build you a still to keep your ugly moonshine flowing all year around. I don't want to be sitting around here watching you dumb fucks flying into the trunk because you're sloshed off your asses and have the capacity to stumble in three dimensions, especially not with your little chips of rock liable to fall off at any point. Meanwhile I see a lot of building and picking apart and fixing shit that would go a hell of a lot faster without having to use blunt objects and stone tools. I fucking hate living like a cave-faerie, here. Help a fucker out.

Τὸ συμβόλαιον δια-

δ....δ...

The heck? How am I even supposed to memorize that?!

[Nagi madly flips through his spell book, flopped out on a mushroom on the third floor, wearing his black shirt and pants. More like angrily laying on it, unable to keep this stuff in his mind long enough to memorize it. It took him years to memorize his lightning spells. Having to relearn to ice was just as difficult. And yes, his pronunciation was horrific and stilted in a way only a person with a English accent could pull off.]

Does Greek really need to be that hard??

Fine, next! Latin...

....god, I'm still bad at Latin too.

Immitte. Okay, I can remember that word. Immitte. Immitte. Immitte. Got it.

Maybe?

[He finally gives up, yelling loudly to anyone who can hear.]

Tell me someone around can speak Latin or ancient Greek! I'm about to die over here!