Who: The resurrected and the escorts What: You sure did die a week ago. Time to come home. When: Forward dated to the end of the month Where: The Garden Warnings: death, mentions of mutilation, potential mentions of torture
[ It's bad enough he has to WAIT to go back - yeah yeah fixing a heart takes time - but now he's being buffeted by a ... firefly. He's surprisingly patient as it bonks into him and takes it really well for a few times. Arms folded, sitting in the grass, eyes closed. Firefly beating him in the head.
Until finally he reaches up and snags the little thing. ]
[ Well... now he just feels bad. He tries to peek at what it is, but it's like looking directly into the sun. Is it even anything? It's alive enough. He extends his arm out away from him and opens his hand, giving the little thing a toss to try and send it on it's way. ]
He floats up into the air, spins around (not that Clive would be able to tell, Ain is pretty even on all sides), and then floats back over to him and lands on his head.
[Soft Clive :) Gentle Clive :) When he tilts his head, glowbug goes sliding off, wiggles, and re-orients himself on the man's shoulder instead.
Yeah someone might want to explain this one sorry. He's trying to beam "it's me the healer!" at him and that's not working, for obvious reasons. He has no mouth and he must glow softly.]
[ Well! He guesses he just has a pet firefly now. Fantastic. Wonderful. Does the little thing feed on aether? Because he can't see any particular uh... shape in it.
It must be a very odd sight for a big man to be sitting, glowing pet bug on his shoulder, picking grass to offer it to it like??
[Unfortunately he is not a firefly and does not eat grass :( The thought is nice, though!
When Clive moves his finger towards Ain, he may or may not see that Ain is in fact trying to absorb his aether. Harmlessly! But he is trying. Nomnomnom.]
[ Little motes of light are usually aetheric in nature, and this one seems sentient so... He flexes his fingers and carefully calls a little bit of flame to his hand. It's Phoenix in nature so hopefully it will... not... burn the little thing to a crisp? ]
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Until finally he reaches up and snags the little thing. ]
I felt you the first twenty times. What?
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He does however squirm in Clive's grip and bonk against the insides of his fingers. Free him.]
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[ Well... now he just feels bad. He tries to peek at what it is, but it's like looking directly into the sun. Is it even anything? It's alive enough. He extends his arm out away from him and opens his hand, giving the little thing a toss to try and send it on it's way. ]
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He floats up into the air, spins around (not that Clive would be able to tell, Ain is pretty even on all sides), and then floats back over to him and lands on his head.
Clive feels like raw magic. Comfy. :) ]
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He blinks. Tilts his head like a confused dog, before glancing around to see if he can find someone to explain this.
It's not harming him, so he's not upset, but also. Excuse him if this normal?? ]
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Yeah someone might want to explain this one sorry. He's trying to beam "it's me the healer!" at him and that's not working, for obvious reasons. He has no mouth and he must glow softly.]
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[ Well! He guesses he just has a pet firefly now. Fantastic. Wonderful. Does the little thing feed on aether? Because he can't see any particular uh... shape in it.
It must be a very odd sight for a big man to be sitting, glowing pet bug on his shoulder, picking grass to offer it to it like??
Big man is confused. ]
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When Clive moves his finger towards Ain, he may or may not see that Ain is in fact trying to absorb his aether. Harmlessly! But he is trying. Nomnomnom.]
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[ Little motes of light are usually aetheric in nature, and this one seems sentient so... He flexes his fingers and carefully calls a little bit of flame to his hand. It's Phoenix in nature so hopefully it will... not... burn the little thing to a crisp? ]
Does this help?