[netbook 01] before roseroot

[astralprojection]

[in the middle of the night, hastily scribbled words come across the netbook with the urgency of someone who really doesn't want to forget something.]

blizzard — cave in the mountains — nearing the peak? campfire dying, supply wagon visible but no one here

important:

sword, snapped, broken glaive stuck in ground

flowers blooming in the snow

glass ball, broken — crystal ball??

tree with unshed leaves

scarf, shimmering thread — looking at this prompted inhuman shrieks in the distance

skull, bestial, tentacles stuck into the eye sockets

orb of light — one of the few sources of warmth in the cold

golden scale, shielding the area from the storm

objects depicting a sun, moon, and half black sun — floating in the blue glow of a staff ending in a dreamcatcher — growing dim — trying to stay lit

[there's a period of time before an addition is added]

Hello— for those who have met me, this is Astrid. I have been known to have prophetic dreams; some straight forward, some less so. This was one of the latter, and I didn't want to forget the details upon waking up.

Unfortunately, I haven't been here long enough to accurately interpret what I've seen. Maybe we can all come together and figure this out? I'm worried it could spell ill fortune.


((ooc: absolutely feel free to threadjack around and discuss among yourselves as necessary!))

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[astralprojection]

[Astrid can't help it. The overall reaction is just so endearing and he's had enough alcohol that he straight up laughs, light and warm.]

My apologies. I didn't mean to make you embarrassed.

[Or did he]

[unheiring]

[Luca grits his teeth, even as he's trying so desperately not to smile. Damn this bastard.]

Why do I doubt that?

[astralprojection]

I have never done anything wrong ever, in my life.

[Smiling at him so angelically.]

Do you want me to fix it for you?

[unheiring]

No!

[It comes out closer to a squawk than actual words. Luca hurriedly reaches down and begins fixing the buttons himself. He does have to shift a touch to keep from flashing Astrid in the process but uh. Don't worry about it.]

[astralprojection]

[Astrid makes a point of turning to look up at the ceiling, fluttering his eyelashes as he acts befitting of a respectable gentleman. Allegedly.]

Do let me know when you're finished.

[unheiring]

[And Luca does indeed. Namely by kicking Astrid's chair when it's all said and done. His feathers are still afluff but... there's probably no fixing that, at this point.]

You could have warned me that you were a menace, by the way.

[astralprojection]

[heh heh heh]

Where's the fun in that when you can learn firsthand?

[unheiring]

And where's the fun in tormenting the kind, innocent bartender that let you in after hours, hm?

[astralprojection]

Because your face is very cute when I do.

[INNOCENT. NEVER DONE A WRONG.]

[unheiring]

[Well that shuts him up. Luca can only sputter and gape for a moment, before his feathers promptly bristle upward. He stands with a huff and instead points to the door.]

You - You're feeling better obviously. So it seems high time for you to go home.

[The threat... doesn't exactly carry all the weight it should. Oops!]

[astralprojection]

[He holds his hands up in mock surrender.]

If you want me to leave, I'll leave. It is quite late.

[unheiring]

[Luca's expression does soften in the slightest. But only a little.]

Will you be alright, after everything?

[astralprojection]

Yes, thank you. I should be able to sleep soundly, now.

[He offers a slight and gentle smile as he stands up from his seat, before a glint comes to his eyes.]

Perhaps I'll even do as you bid and visit you in your dreams tonight.

[unheiring]

Maybe I would enjoy that. If you manage to avoid being a menace along the way.

[astralprojection]

No promises.

[Said as he walks along to the door, doing an absolutely gay little wave as he goes.]

Goodnight, Luca.

[unheiring]

[And Luca offers a middle finger in kind. At least he's grinning along the way?]

Good night, Astrid.