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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kureto hiiragi | owari no seraph
Three.
Four
Wildcard
3 bodyslams
Yeah. Are you sympathizing with it?
[He's, undoubtedly, going to get the worst role on this mission, so he thinks he has every right to be a sassy asshole and imply that Kureto is ugly, too. He's mature, he's an adult, and he's tired and wants to go home. Can they feed this thing already.
Actually, he doesn't even know if Kureto wants to stop just at feeding. He places his hand on his hip, glancing back between the trees for the bird and waits for Kureto's inevitable orders.]
no subject
his raises and settles on guren's shoulder with a measured grip, too rough to be affectionate and too soft to be seriously threatening. his lips tug at the remark, eyes drawn in and invited, opportunistic for the hospitality of guren's disrespect. it's precious when he does this, really, and just makes things more fun for him. how can he return such a gift? )
As always, you like to run that little mouth of yours.
( that grip turns to a pat, gaze leaving guren to draw ahead at their retreating target. )
But you're still going to do what I say, even as you act insolent. ( predictable in the best of ways. ) There's use in such reliability.
no subject
At least, not right now. That obedience is a thin thread right now, when he wants so much to try and see if he could actually overpower Kureto now, on his own, with the strength of his demon. But it's too risky, and it's not as if he's forever free of the influence of the rest of the Hiiragi family. Things are still in motion.
So, ultimately, he's right, again, and Guren is left to fall into an angry silence. He'll give in to that argument, but that doesn't mean he'll just let Kureto have the last word, either.]
Aren't you rambling too much right now? Just tell me how you want to handle this. You haven't said a thing so far about what we're actually going to be doing.
[Aside from that whole splitting up thing.]
no subject
Right. ( kureto retracts his hand, resisting the urge to smile at guren's get-up. he's already made remarks about how befitting it is, no doubt, but every second he becomes more fond of the look, thinking it's simply a sign that the universe is on his side. disorienting as this experience is, he's content on thinking that the linchpin holding this entire world together is the universal truth of guren needing his authority and discipline. it just so happens that he's dressed for the part. )
I slayed what I could for food, so keep an eye on that thing while I retrieve a carcass.
( he was in a bit of a hurry over here, once he'd known guren had spotted the beast. since he isn't in any imminent danger, he can continue on with his original plan. )
Then we'll talk bait.
no subject
Ugh. He's thinking about it again without any reason, even.
Thankfully, actual, real talk about what's happening pulls him out of his own head, and he blinks back to Kureto from the cockatrice.]
Bait. [That sounds promising, and he glances back through the trees, hand gripped at his sword even if he doesn't intend to use it.] I'll stay on it.
[So hurry up and bring that dead animal over. As instructed, Guren will make sure the thing stays in sight, and follow after it if it strays too far. But with some luck, it's staying in the immediate area, wandering around in search for food. Guren watches a small few unfortunate animals wander too close and become frozen in place.]
4............. hello.
this man has the same uniform as guren—or something similar enough, anyway—and that should maybe mean he's a friend, but he absolutely does not look like a friend! there's something about his very presence that unsettles dextera.
he tightens his grip around his book, looking between it and kureto, but he doesn't actually seem like he's going to hide or resist for long. for now, he's just trying to protect this book, something that he hasn't been able to make much sense of either without memories to connect to all of these drawings.
nevertheless, he has a weak demeanor. enjoy! ]
hello sorry for inflicting him on your perfect boy
What's that? You don't feel like speaking? ( he steps in closer, the toe of his boot tapping against dextera's. ) That's fine. I'm more interested in what that book has to say.
( though he knows he could likely win an attempt to wrest it from the other, kureto untucks his own book and holds it up instead, expression dropping to something sever and surveying. )
I'd like to discuss what this all means. Why don't you show me yours so I can show you mine, hm?
no subject
...
[ his fingers are visibly, obviously trembling when he offers up his book. it's full of his secrets, of terrible memories. two identical winged children, ripped apart by a nondescript winged man. an impressive two-page spread of an apocalypse heralded by another winged figure, the sky colored in a red so bright it almost actually feels hot. then... quite a few pages of his death? several pages of death, actually, each one unique and painful.
it's not as horrifying as it could be, considering the delightfully low skill level of the artist, but it's obvious what it all is. ]
1 I'm sorry
He hadn't dared to taste any yet, still musing over the possible consequences of such a choice and whether a stomachache would be worth a taste of snack food after so long, discarding the possibility of it killing him since normal poison didn't work on vampires. When Kureto walks in, he'll find Kuro sniffing a piece of what looks to have once been sugary 'window glass', attempting to look completely innocent and not like he'd totally broken it off the windowsill.]
No, not yet.
One
Kicking over a few things, she steps out. Maybe if he thinks the human left he won't question a wolf being there.]
wildcard
In a world lacking color, it can be even more difficult to pick out familiar things. Which is why he doesn't recognize Kureto at first. Not to mention that all of their encounters so far had been at a distance.
He's simply wandering about the town, looking about for anything of interest when he notices the man from Nagoya Airport on the street as well. It would be better to avoid this particular individual, Mika knows that. It would be safer.
But he stands there, staring at the human - eyes narrowed into a glare.]