Prompt 1:
 he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town.
The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched --
But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious.
(It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.)
But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things:
- Fight the first person you see
- Kiss the first person you see
Unfortunate.
Prompt 2:
he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color.
Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming!
Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless!
Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics.
Prompt 3:
he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post:
Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color
Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice.
Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions.
At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified.
Prompt 4:
 ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in.
The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them.
And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings.
Congratulations!
Extra:
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crowley eusford | owari no seraph
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[wHY!!! This is like one of those marker towers you'd make in school that could never stay together because they just ended up too tall. This is a horrible idea, and he's clutching at Crowley's other shoulder like his life depends on it.]
How is this going to help at all? [This looks ridiculous and if someone sees them, he swears...] Have you ever heard of a cockatrice? We have to be careful getting close at all, let alone clumsily like this.
[Also, what if he drops him... real concerns.]
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Hmmm... once or twice from an old wives' tale, perhaps, I'm more or less surprised to see one exists. Do you think that we'll get in any trouble for killing it? [ An easy excuse would be that they did it for self-defense. ]
Oh. I don't expect to get close to it at all.
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[But aside from that... he doubts it. But he also doubts that it'd be so easy to kill, even for a noble vampire. Easing up on Crowley's shoulder to cling to his own pride, he places his hand on Crowley's head, instead. This is what he gets.]
Stop beating around it and just tell me what you're thinking.
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[ His eyes narrow, briefly, as the hand places itself on his head. The pressure is nothing that he needs to properly register as a threat, but he knows that it's definitely done in a teasing manner. ]
I'm just a follower, you think I've got anything cleverly constructed up my sleeve? [ And he's only joking slightly. ] I'm thinking I toss you over and you drop a whole thing of food into that monster's mouth before it tries gobbling you up, unless you've got a better plan.
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I wish I could say that I did. [Literally throwing him into the air... But if he angles himself, he could land on its head afterwards, and jump... Hopefully, if he's not dead or stone.
He moves his hand off of Crowley's head, apparently satisfied.]
If you aim high enough to end up on its head, I can probably manage something like that. It's after the food is in its mouth that I'm worried about. If it throws me off, are you going to catch me?
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I mean... I don't really want to. [ He shrugs his shoulders. ] But I'm the one that got you there, so it's only my responsibility to lend a hand if things go off course. I'm used to cleaning up messes, anyway, especially the ones that aren't mine.
[ Except he's fully aware that this situation in particular is his fault.
So, without so much as a verbal warning, his hand land to rest on Guren briefly before he's taking a step forward. The human hardly weighs anything compared to what Crowley is capable of lifting, but taking his words as advise he knows exactly how to tune his strength before launching the individual in the air. ]
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[ Because Tsubomi doesn't enjoy being thrown over someone's shoulder like a bag of potatoes, but she's at least more reasonable than most.
... Or maybe she should be fighting this a little more. ]
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[ Does that make her feel any better? Probably not. ]
It's easier this way: you can't get in my way, and if anything happens you're right next to me. That sounds more ideal than having to worry whether or not either one of us could get hurt, doesn't it?
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I would have done my best to protect you...
[ In the meekest tone ever, because she can't just go "BY THE WAY I CAN ALSO TRANSFORM INTO A LESS PATHETIC VERSION OF ME", so. Here she is. Sack of potatoes. ]
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You're fine, you're fine~ [ Plus it'd just be bad on him if his lack of empathy be the reason he doesn't save her if they had gone with another scenario. ] Anyway, what do you think those guys eat?
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[ and a terrible monster that eats human flesh, but Tsubomi isn't going to suggest that. ]
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A man eating chicken. [ And of course the words come simply and with a smile. ] Don't freak, I'm not gonna throw you at him.
Though, hm... [ There's still a fair amount of distance between them and the beast, who clearly isn't aware of their presence, but that doesn't mean they should continue to stall.
The vampire gives the area a quick look around, noticing a bush of berries. ] How about that? That's probably a lot more tastier than grass. [ Probably. He can't even remember what it's like to taste anything other than blood. ]
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It's fine, okay? There's barely anybody out here- I bet this place has been sitting around for ages and no one's touched any of this!
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If he stands then he doesn't even blink before smacking it from her grasp again. ]
You really think we're the first to come here? Someone had to build this for it to be able to be here, hell the thing's probably poisoned from top to bottom.
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Who's going to go through all the trouble of poisoning a house? 'sides, if we're not the first ones here, then there'd be dead bodies everywhere, wouldn't there?
[ Assuming she's not the only person in the world who looks at something that smells good and doesn't hesitate in putting it in her mouth. It's a fair assumption. ]
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And the bodies could rot! Why do you keep arguing... respect your elders a little more, why don't you?
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That's cheap, pulling the "respect your elders" trick. It shouldn't matter!
[ ...And yet it does, and it's ingrained. ]
Are you still in school? Are you "senpai" or "OB"?
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I was home schooled, but I graduated a long time ago. And I'm willing to bet that you're in... what...
[ He gives her a quick once over. ]
In middle school?
1........
anyway, the sound of that voice swoops right up his spine and ricochets off his shoulders, enough to send kureto pulling an intake of breath sharp and hot down his throat. he nearly chuckles, unable to stop the amusement in his tone as he pinches the fabric at the edge of his glove and pulls, slowly, baring his hand. it rests against the wall palm-forward, giving it somewhat of a lover's caress, before he sticks a finger into a crevice created by two different bars of candy, coating the tip with sugar and frosting. )
How interesting, being told to be picky with what I put in my mouth.
( a glance over his shoulder, all smiles here. ) By the likes of you.
why are you... the way that you are....
He blinks thrice, feigning interest with a small intake of breath before he's slowly shrugging his shoulders. ]
Don't talk like that. [ Weirdo. ] And it's not my fault that I need blood, so take your sarcasm to my gray haired brother who's about another century away from balding.
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However, he trusts the humans just as much (meaning: very little). Especially most of the ones that come from their own world. And unlike certain other vampires, Crowley was a lot less annoying to be around in general.
So he sometimes finds himself in the same space at the older vampire. Which is why he's here now, watching Crowley flip through a book that looks suspiciously like one Mika had gotten earlier. Only this one ends up in the trash.]
If you don't want it, you should burn it. [Then no one else could get their hands on it either.]
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You should know better than anyone else here that we don't have a good relationship with fire.
[ It's said with zero emotion, which isn't surprising at all. ]
Did you get one too?
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Get someone else to make it and then throw the book in from a distance.
[A single nod of his head but there's no real emotion on his face either.]
It was waiting for me after I took on the cockatrice quest.
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[ Just making the effort to toss it in the trash made him want to take a nap--but joking aside he decides that if someone were to see it it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. ]
It's not like I'm trying to make that part of my life a secret. If someone sees, they see, the man they shown there has been dead for a long time. [ And while it's stated as a fact, his tone nonchalant, the look in his eye is... distant. Neither pleasant or sad with the turn of events. ] So are you gonna go burn yours?