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seasonsrpg2025-05-20 06:49 pm
fauxbot) wrote in seasonsrpg2025-05-20 06:49 pm
Hand in hand, through each endeavor;
WHO: Chipp, and many others! (+1 open prompt!!)
WHAT: GUESS WHO DIED
WHEN: Post-event, post-revival!
WHERE: About Nightwake
WARNINGS: Talk of death, awkward apologies, goopy sappy feelings for everyone
[A] (CLOSED to Evangeline)
[B] (CLOSED to Rinku)
[C] (OPEN)
[D] (CLOSED to Ezra)
WHAT: GUESS WHO DIED
WHEN: Post-event, post-revival!
WHERE: About Nightwake
WARNINGS: Talk of death, awkward apologies, goopy sappy feelings for everyone
[A] (CLOSED to Evangeline)
[He'd died.
He, Chipp, an immortal Grim Reaper, powerful being of divine origins, had died.
This isn't new for him. Back home, he dies all the time - in his gaggle of friends, it's even something of a running joke, a way to get Chipp out of their hair when he's being insufferable. He's used to being blasted through the chest, or beheaded by hand, or ripped limb from limb, or... any number of things, really.
But here? In Ellipsa? Where everything is peaceful, and everyone is mortal, and it's been quiet evening after quiet evening? He honestly thought it was impossible.
But it happened. He died. He ran out of magic, unraveled into dust and ash, and blew away in the wind.
And now here he is, back in the shed, sitting on his stupid little cot... staring at his phone, wondering just who he'd want to speak to after all of that.
...]
heyyyy
miss evangeline!
you busy?
i died
lmao
[Yeah, sure, that works. Aaaaand send.]
[B] (CLOSED to Rinku)
[... Likewise, after all of this, he does have something else on his mind -
The guy who got him to that point in the first place. Who pushed him to that edge, to the point where he allowed himself to drain his tank and come apart...
Ezra, of course.
And how he wants to apologize to him. Yes, even though Chipp is the one who died - he still feels it's Ezra owed the apology.
The problem is... he isn't good at that. At all. But you know who he figures would be?]
hey. this miss rinku?
sorry had to ask miss evangeline for your number
it's chipp.
remember your whole uhhhh
happy around thing?
i think i could use that right now.
[C] (OPEN)
[After all that...
... Chipp still hasn't spoken to Ezra yet.
He can't. Not right away - the whole thing stings in a way he doesn't understand, something feeling as though it's festering in his chest...
It's left him feeling torn and strange and uncomfortable, unable to really sit still for more than a couple of minutes.
And so he's brought himself out to a park in Blossomcrown, just to enjoy the flowers and spend some time in the sun.
With his Varoom, of course. He can't go hang out in the park without his precious little car, can he??
The little Pokemon seems happy to zoom around the bench Chipp's found, stopping every so often to nibble at flowers and people and benches and tables--
But that's where he sits for the moment, reclining on a park bench and staring up at the clouds... in nothing but a hoodie and the stupid pants he revived in, all of his belongings currently in the position of the guy who fought him to the brink of death.
Which includes everything. All of it.
No helmet.
No cloak.
No arm - the metal socket's just there, open, empty.
He doesn't even have his boots, out here in the park without them.
The misery (and irritation, and embarrassment) emanating off of him is palpable. And as much of a terrible cliche as it may be... maybe someone may want to come bother the poor guy?]
[D] (CLOSED to Ezra)
[And thus... the inevitable. He can't just leave this and ignore it -
Not only because he feels Ezra deserves to be spoken to, to be apologized to, all of that, but because, well.
Ezra has his arm??
And Chipp really, really doubts he knows where to send it, either. So.
After asking around the apartments for an address (and discussing some ideas, some options for how to do this with Rinku)... eventually, Ezra gets the dreaded knock on his door. It's a heavy one, obviously someone bigger than most others who'd be knocking -
But when Ezra opens the door, Chipp isn't right in front of it. He's on the other side of the hall, trying not to look at the exorcist as much as possible.
Instead, what's actually in front of the door, down in front of his feet, is... a cake. In a nice little container, yes, but it's also pretty clearly handmade - and handwritten, if the messy handwriting on top makes that obvious.
All it says is "Sorry", of course. ... With what he remembers Gabriel's seal looking like drawn underneath it in icing, too.
And, yes. Chipp is STILL trying not to look at him. He's kind of hoping Ezra's just going to take the cake and give him his stuff and he can leave and go run off to hide in the Segments for a week--]
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...
Can I see?
[Sorry, revenge of any amount will have to wait, that sounds sick.]
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That's a big dragon alright. Human husband for scale.]
Tada.
... imagine this icon but with fun, excited energy, i guess today's an icon drawing day,,
Hello, yes, he's gonna go ahead and hop off of that bench purely so he can go over and pat her scales.
Maybe even wave for her to bend down so he can pat her nose. Even going off in French for a second, just about how cool she looks.]
- Jesus, why ain't you do this more often...!?
Were you usin' this durin' the riots? I bet none o' them criminals woulda braved stayin' out in the streets with you flyin' 'round!
yaaay chipp art
When she answers, her voice rumbles, but she also sounds guilty.]
...Oryou flew up to the sky to try to find out why the moon was gone, and the barrier burned her even though Oryou should be able to heal things like that. It hurt a lot, and transforming made it hurt worse.
So Oryou was inside during the riots. She's sorry.
[She agrees: she definitely would have intimidated all the criminals back into their hidey-holes! ...But it would have been very painful for her.]
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You ain't gotta say sorry for that, I just thought... I dunno. Maybe someone once toldja this shit's too scary, so you didn't wanna scare no one...?
[Said, of course, as he strokes her nose gently. Like she's a horse, yes.]
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Oryou likes being scary. She's a predator, she's supposed to be.
-She doesn't use it more often because she doesn't fit into human buildings.
[It's not an issue of feeling bad about it, it's just not practical.]
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[He's not a hunter in the classic sense -
Well, no. He hunts for food sometimes. Rarely, now that he lives in Ellipsa where he doesn't have to worry about dwindling supplies and being barred from most establishments, but still.
But being a hunter of criminals and the like... he needs to be scary, too.]
... Next time the questboard gets all updated 'n shit, we oughtta see if there somethin' out in the segments you 'n I can do together.
Plenty o' space out there, 'n it'd be cool as shit to see ya wailin' on monsters like this, for sure!
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[It's hard to tell because her face isn't really shaped for it, but it sounds like she's smiling.]
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Just scoop some asshole up, toss'em in?
[This is said exactly like a twelve year old would say it while talking to a dinosaur.
Like, imagine that scenario. A twelve year old getting to meet a speaking T-Rex.
That's Chipp, right now, with Oryou.
Which is why she's getting SO many more nose pats.]
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[Which means she's absolutely free to eat people!]
Oryou eats monsters all the time.
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Maybe there'll be some good quests out in the Summer segment... I been meanin' to give those deserts a good once-over.
It'd be a good two-in-one!
[for everyone keeping score at home, he is, in fact, wanting to check out the deserts in case he needs to run away from home again
but its fine, don't think about it too hard]
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[She's cold-blooded, why is she subjecting herself to these conditions :<]