EVENT #1: FAE FESTIVITIES

[diceofthegods]

INTO THE WOODS

Click Clock Wood (Spring) by Grant Kirkhope

2:05 / 4:59

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After making your way through the tiny farming town of Ich and out towards the rim of a massive raised crater, you will find yourself being led through a narrow split in the canyon wall. Inside, glow worms cling to the ceiling and create the illusion of a thousand twinkling stars above the moistened rocks.

When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.

A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.

There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.

Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.

Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.

The rules read as follows:

DO:
⁂ Accept gifts from the Fae.
⁂ Sample the food provided at the party ONLY.
⁂ Play games with the Fae.
⁂ Feel at ease to rest in the provided huts.
⁂ Keep tabs on your shadow lest it wander.
DO NOT:
⁂ Make a TRADE with the Fae.
⁂ Provide any personal items as gifts or otherwise to the Fae.
⁂ Provide your true name to the Fae.
⁂ Wander away from the designated party area.
⁂ Ascend any staircases you find in the woods.
OTHER ITEMS TO NOTE:
⁂ If you see an old woman hiking through the area, feel free to stop her and lie to her. The more brazen and obvious the lie the better. She appreciates this!

GAMES & ENTERTAINMENT

Amongst the games and attractions are a variety of fun possibilities!

GAMES

⁂ Battleship! (Fae Style!) A number of Fae will be hiding on a large grid of flowers. You guess the locations and if you are correct then you will win a small prize! It is a cup of nectar that refills endlessly, and numbs any pains you may have. This works even outside of the forest and can be taken home.

Every time you miss though, you receive a small 'curse.' Nothing harmful! Maybe you’re just rotating in place for the next hour, your ears become daisies, or you grow a tree out of your head? (Feel free to come up with your own silly ideas!) All of the curses will dissipate after a time or upon leaving the forest and none will do any harm or cause pain. The Fae are all about fun tricks, not hurting anyone!

⁂ Dress Up Darlings! You enter a booth and allow the Fae to decide your outfit! Upon the agreement that you'll wear it the rest of the party, of course, no matter how silly or ridiculous it is.

⁂ Bobbing For Onions! Yes, you read that right. Bobbing for onions. There are onions floating around... in water. You have to catch them with your teeth. The prize for success is a Bag of Onions. This bag never runs out of onions. They are always fresh and always onions. Not always the same kind of onion, but always onions nonetheless. This bag works outside of the forest and can be taken home.

⁂ What's In The Box? There is a box. There is something in it. Maybe it's frogs. Maybe it's slugs. Possibly bugs? Maybe apples. We don’t know. Stick your hand in the box and take a guess at what you’re touching! If you’re right, you win the contents of the box!

We'll let players decide via coin flip, rolls, or however they want if their guess is correct! Any items won though will be common, every day items like mentioned and nothing especially exciting. Unless you're really into frogs. Then it's your lucky day, apparently!

ENTERTAINMENT

⁂ Slayd & The Possums! Slayd is here and he’s throwing down the banjo tunes with his possum pals. Feel free to join him if you are musically inclined! The Fae will provide any instrument your heart desires! They can't grant you the ability to play it though if you don't know how.

⁂ The Crowning of the King of Misrule! Randomly chosen by the Fae, enter a lottery to be chosen as the King of Misrule for the evening. You will be dressed in a stupid outfit and granted Fae wings for the night! You also have the insatiable urge to play harmless pranks on people. The Fae will also give you a "Special Gift" at the end of the party...

FOR THE FOOLISH

Ahh, but there are rule breakers amongst us aren't there? If you choose to sneak away from the party, chances are nobody will stop you; however, you are now on your own in the Talahee Forest.

FIRST LAYER

Rak'tika Greatwood Theme ( Civilizations ) by Masayoshi Soken

4:34 / 5:15

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"Civilizations" prominently features a female vocalist. The lyrics are in the Ronkan language, and has not been officially translated.

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The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.

Best that you lie.

SECOND LAYER

Click Clock Wood (Autumn) by Grant Kirkhope

1:12 / 4:11

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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.

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The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.

Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.

⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger

THIRD LAYER

Saint Mocianne's Arboretum (Hard) by Masayoshi Soken

2:50 / 5:10

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...hordes of aggressive plant life exposed to the strange substance stand between you and the information you seek.

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Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.

You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!

⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs

FOURTH LAYER

Poison Tree by Grouper

0:30 / 3:16

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'Poison Tree' is a meditation on the complexities of anger and the internal conflict it causes. It draws inspiration from William Blake's poem of the same name.

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The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.

You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)

Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.

Notes

⁂ For the game prizes, we're using the honor system here! So long as you clear the roll then you can receive a prize with no mod permission needed.

- Battleship: If you roll a d20 above a 13, you can receive one of the nectar cups.
- Bobbing For Onions: If you roll a d20 above a 10, you can receive one of the bag of onions. En...joy...?

⁂ To sign up for The Crowning of the King of Misrule, comment here! We'll RNG the winner likely within a few days to a week to give folks time to participate if they want!

⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!

⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!

⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!

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[avanture_time]

Avan continues giving Popp the cold-yet-physically-supportive shoulder as he so carefully weaves the tiny stems back into place. Instead he turns his attention to directing Thistledown away from the subject of trades and onto more inconsequential matters. Does she like the color of the flowers on her garland? What are her favorite games on offer? Any foods she would recommend they try while they're here?

When he's done, she repays him with a kiss to the cheek before fluttering off, leaving him looking rather befuddled and some of the other pixies rather cross.

[relativefugue]

She snarls and hisses, but for now, it seems the fae creature waits where she is. She jeers back at Angeal when he winks, flashing some manner of obscene gesture with clawed hands as she spits what must be some sort of insult in an unknown tongue. The tone is there, though. This bastard is walking away with her well-earned prey.

Cloud, for his part, works to pretend that lapse in time did not happen. Everything is totally normal here.

"That last place you were in that you kept going on about," Cloud murmurs, "but yeah. You could say you did anything there, right? If you're going on about proof you must have some lined up. Bring it on."

[relativefugue]

Common courtesy? He was practically dragged here by one Angeal Hewley. Then again, he does realize he's a guest. The rules, though, are simply fairy tales.

"Pixies? Annoying, that's what," Cloud says flatly, watching Gaia rather closely. She seems really wound up about this. Almost like she's had experience with these things. Hm.

"Wouldn't ask you to do that anyway. It's not happening. You seen them do that kind of thing before?"

[hammerbearer]

Sure the rules sound like fairy tale rules. But they were also posted at the festival grounds rather than related like an old wives' tale. There's got to be something said for that, right?

"They're a type of Fae," Gaia counters firmly. This guy seems even more clueless than Sephiroth and she's shaking her head a bit over it. Seeing that he's calmed down some, she starts to move closer to Cloud.

Only to pause and cross her arms.

"...Not personally, no. And not here on this world. But believe me when I say I've had trusted sources tell me accounts of what they've witnessed at the hands of Fae."

She's sounding a bit more firm than irritated this time at least even if she doesn't like having to admit she's never personally witnessed someone being turned into a bit of topiary.

"Look, where you come from these might just be stories. But where I'm from, Fae are very real. And you've only yourself to blame if you don't follow the rules or barrel headlong into the dangers."

[avanture_time]

Avan cautiously cracks the door open just a smidge, and when that doesn't get him any pushback, a pair of hands slides through the opening. One hand is holding a small pouch of some sort and the other is pointing to it.

"It's some medicinal ointment!" is the response from the boyish voice on the other side of the door. "It's very helpful for easing skin irritations. It's easy for me to make, so you can have the whole thing if you like!"

[perfectteatime]

Super normal thing, sharing some onions between friends.

"Oh? You enjoy cooking? I find it quite a nice way to pass the time." He pauses, just enough to allow the next thought to formulate between the both of them no doubt.

"Perhaps we can do some cooking together? I've always enjoyed doing it with other people more. We could even introduce each other to cuisine from our respective worlds." The thought is quite exciting to him. He'll never turn down a chance to try new food.

[avanture_time]

"Bread would help...." There's just. There's so much onion in an onion, Angeal.

[perfectteatime]

"I do try." he says flatly, though now a smile threatens his lips, just faintly, but in comparison to his usual affect, it stands out.

The reaction to the offer of the onion seems to strike whatever strange sense of humor Byleth has. He actually laughs, softly, but it's far more of a warm, genuine sound against his near-monotone. Mirth seems to add some seasoning to his personality.

"Not so- I find onions quite delicious in any form. But I could understand the flavor being perhaps overpowering for some. Perhaps the forced-smile on Emet is a bit infectious. "Please, take a seat. I'll fetch something more palatable."

And as such he walks towards the refreshments with almost mechanical purpose and goes about collecting some drinks and more... tasty snacks. He returns with two cups of deliciously thick fruit nectar, and a plate piled high with offerings of the forest. Fruit, berries, cured meats, nuts, honey candies and all sorts. Taking a seat next to Emet, he places the snacks between them.

[stormfeathered]

Slayd leads him to a private clearing in the forest. The music from the fathering now a faint din behind them. He leaves Ravus for a moment to step further into the clearing. One can practically feel the flow of magic through this place, especially when it's quiet.

"Sorcha Bláthnaid. Your mortal is here to treat with you." Slayd's tone is far more formal than his usual drawl. After a moment, a radiant light grows within the clearing in front of him before exploding into a flurry of petals. A fae surges out of the space, flitting straight past Slayd and weaving quick lines around Ravus, examining him thoroughly.

"Ná hAbair! This is the one! Good heavens Slayd you bring this common knotweed before a flowering tree? All is well, we can fix it up! We can!" She? They? Sorcha titters excitedly. "Yes, yes. He will do. I think he will do nicely. He has a broken piece needs fixed yes? Ahh, I see it there. Poor dear. Never fear! Your radiant flower is here to rescue the bird with a broken wing!"

Slayd clears his throat.

"Meet Sorcha Bláthnaid. They're- they volunteered for to be your patron of sorts. I'm here to act as witness and make sure all parties enter a fair contract, as it were. To start, if you would give them your true, full name, as you already have theirs."

"-Oh but do call me your radiant flower, please!" Sorcha cuts in, settling atop Ravus' head.

"Well. Do you still wanna proceed with it?"

D. for get Danced with idiot

[rhapscdos]

Oh, it's not the sort of music Genesis would ever suggest. But that doesn't mean it isn't familiar. Painfully so. If it's the only music they have, though, then fine. He can't miss the opportunity, especially with those pretty blue flowers crowning Angeal's dark hair, and just how perfect he looks all aglow in fae light and merriment. Be still, his infinitely besotted heart.

It's so beautifully easy to fall in step with his husband, gliding right along his arm to practically purr in his ear. He's all in red, of course, but with a few marigolds some excitable fae have braided into his hair.

"Remind you of home, beloved? You'd never catch the Midgar socialites dancing to this, after all."

[errant_knight]

This place reminds him of home, where the floating, mountainous forests of Tenebrae grew thickest. Magic and life, older than recorded history, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the foliage. It's a lovely place, but Ravus' focus isn't on the nostalgic pang in his chest.

Instead, his mismatched gaze has to rapidly follow about the darting fae that suddenly appears.

"Common knotweed?" He mutters under his breath as he's thoroughly examined (and feels a bit like a horse at show with the unknowable scrutiny he's given). He's supposed to be a prince, but he doubts it means much here.

"Err, right." He says when Sorcha sits atop his head like they very well belong there. Well, at least he's quite used to deference. So Ravus clears his throat, and speaks up. "Yes, I am still sure. Thank you for volunteering to assist me, my most radiant flower. I am Ravus Nox Fleuret, first son of Tenebrae."

[perfectteatime]

Angeal catches him, and it's such a strange familiar feeling. But it's not his own memory, is it? It's incredibly confusing. Remembering things that happened to a version of him, but not him. There are other memories of other version wrapped up in the first. It feels as though his head might split apart, but there's a presence there. Holding it all together. Similar to Sothis but a completely different being.

"I went into the forest. Too far. I think. I think I upset something. It showed me things. Another life. One where-" The man leaning over him is his lover. He'd have been far more flustered by the downright erotic memories if he wasn't holding onto the fraying threads of his mind right now.

Still, Angeal's presence is comforting all the same. Right now, he doesn't care if the comfort should belong to him or not. It's something.

"The Simulation. It's like years passed, but it was all compressed. I can't even begin to explain it well enough to make sense."

[hammerbearer]

"A deep fried sweet?" That just sounds awful. By the way she wrinkles her nose, it looks like the warning has definitely been taken to heart. Then she lets out a sigh and nods. With the Fae one never knows. She isn't putting too much stock in how long these prizes will last; eternally or the next full moon? Dawn? Who knows.

But she does look a little embarrassed when he points out how ridiculous the onion thing was. Gaia's answer is a little tart in the way that always suggests she's being at least a little defensive about her life choices.

"It was absolutely ridiculous but I figured if it actually lasts, I'd have a supply of onions for soups and such that I won't have to worry about during the winter." Think of all the types of soups and meats that onions are great with! If only they'd had an endless bag of potatoes too, she'd be all set.

The expression of discomfort fades away though when she catches Sephiroth admitting his lack of experience with fun. This... this isn't something she's going to make light of. "Well, I admit that actual tests of skill probably aren't going to be found at a Fae's festival. Though perhaps the Nu Mou would have somethingl like that..." Which aren't... here.

Gaia takes a moment to think before offering. "I guess it's not so much being mocked for some as... not having to take things too seriously for a little bit. We've all been thrown into another place and... stuff's happening to us. For some, it's nice to pretend that there aren't bigger problems than having a pixie laugh at you. At least for a night."

She'll give Sephiroth a look then. "Mind you, I am not completely thrilled myself. The ship battle game was okay." Where they won the nectar cup, barring the small curses for 'missing'. "But I drew the line at letting them try to dress me up. Or putting my hand in the box."

Nope that one was not for her.

Sounds good~

[silver_soldier]

[Sephiroth, when he arrives, looks up at Absinthe for a few moments with a bemused expression. Angeal had only given him a very brief overview of the situation, and he's not sure why any of this is happening, but...yes, he sees the way forward, he thinks.

Cue him seemingly making appear, out of thin air - thank you, Genesis and your homemade weapon summon materia - a sword that is honestly slightly longer than Sephiroth is tall. And Sephiroth is 6'6".

He moves himself to be positioned directly below Absinthe, then carefully begins hoisting Masamune into the air, hilt first. This means he has to hold onto its quite sharp blade, but he's taking considerable care and also is wearing relatively thick leather gloves. As long as Absinthe doesn't jolt the blade too hard when grabbing it, it shouldn't do much damage, even to his gloves.

He extends one arm as high up as it can reach on the blade, trying to keep its length steady, while the other stays lower, near the tip, to keep it braced at two points. Even with his abilities reduced, he's stronger than a normal human, which actually helps him accomplish this to some degree, rather than it wiggling about wildly. That, and the sturdiness of Masamune's blade.

Between Sephiroth's height and the ridiculous length of Masamune, it does reach most of the 20-some feet Absinthe is floating in the air. Whether or not it's enough depends on how well Absinthe is able to reach down.]

Grab onto the handle, if you can. We can pull you down from there. [A beat.] If you still can't reach, we can make up the difference. [He has no doub Angeal is already on the same page as him as to how that would happen; it's just a question of whether it's necessary.]

[amaratha]

[What big words you use, magic man. A look of mild bemusement shows on Absinthe’s face as she hears his words, but she’s in a socialising mood, so it’s no harm done beyond taking a little longer to get the gist of things.]

That’s a lot of fancy words… [non-judgementally, just pointing out her surprise:] Well, try it, try it!

[She plucks a cup from the table and hands it to him, letting him decide how much to take himself. There’s always the option of mixing a cocktail of the barley water and the other alcohols being served next to it, all the drinks labeled… ah, maybe that’s not a good idea, now that she thinks of the bathtub moonshine incident.]

[snapp_crackle]

As someone who does pinpoint spells for practice, yeah, that's honestly really impressive and shows a crazy amount of focus. Yeah, it's bobbling, but Woosh spells are notoriously on the finicky side - no, hold up, he's not going to waste face muscles on boggling over how cool this is, he's still mad!

Popp's gonna snatch the bun if he can get away with it, which will affect whether or not he's talking with his mouth full in the subsequent sentence. He'd really like to show him up by toasting the bun with a Sizz, which is actual cooking, but he's not that confident in his ability to concentrate and keep it at a safe level when he's this worked up, but on the other hand, he really, really wants to?

"That's a spell, moron."

He doesn't know anything about nuclear fusion, but he does know a lot about rolling his eyes and looking at Sephiroth like he's the biggest idiot to ever set foot on the planet.

[miniroth]

There is a very, VERY brief humorless smile as the bun is snatched, the Aero spell dissipating. It would have been more impressive if he'd had a fire materia, but he's making do with Aero. Ruin wouldn't do a damn thing. "Yes, that's what the uninformed call it. I'm sure you'd call a baking soda and vinegar volcano a spell too."

He shakes his head slightly. "You're not to blame for not knowing how things work. If your education systems don't teach you, how would you know? If they taught you the wrong thing, you'd also never know. Imagine what you could do if you weren't limited by that." There's a fine line between blaming the ignorant masses and blaming the ones that are supposed to educate them. "You don't have to be restricted by the ignorance of your teachers, you know. It might mean swallowing a little pride, but the end result is you'll be able to do things they never even dreamed of." That's the power of science!

As long as it wasn't done quite the same way that the Professor did. A lot of good ideas came out of Research and Development, but the implementation ... left him with nightmares and scars.

[snapp_crackle]

For real?? Popp puts his fork down in a hurry. Slayd was pretty sure they wouldn't be doing any of that here, but it's not good for his appetite.

"For real? That's so underhanded! Who'd even pull something like that?"

Robbers, maybe, but you'd think they'd go for people who can afford to pay for their food?

[firsteditionbfs]

"The answer is pretty miserable and indicative of the kind of big city that I know." Angeal glances down to the food that Popp has now distinctly stopped eating. "And now I'm starting to wonder if maybe I've freaked you out just a little too much. That's no good. I don't know if the fae here have their own farms or what, but you should never waste food."

Angeal will sooner die than waste food, and he won't let anyone else do it either.

[firsteditionbfs]

"Yeah... You would ignore how we were all told not to do exactly that, huh." Gently, softly, his fingers brush up to sweep away hair from the sweat and dirt along his brow. "Funny... This is almost exactly like back there in the sim, too. Learning a lot of things that probably couldn't fit in your head, and even starting to turn into a dragon."

Although less hostile interference to fuck them over.

So that's nice.

There's so much that Angeal wants to ask. Things he wants to know, about Byleth's memories and emotions and what's going on between the two of them now. He even almost opens his mouth to ask... only to rearrange the words before they have a chance to leave his mouth. "Need help getting back home?"

[miniroth]

This earns another one of those long, unblinking stares.

"I don't think I'm ever going to reach my daily required caloric intake if I don't." His tone is flat. "It's not as if I have access to nutrient loaf here."

Nutrient what. "You obviously are well intentioned, but my requirements are likely very different from yours. I have been informed that the point of these 'festivals' is to indulge. I am indulging."

[miniroth]

"..I've yet to hear any specific examples of the deals they offer, but I don't think they have anything I'd want." Most people are easy, offer wealth or power or similar things. Maybe a house.

What did normal people even want that a fairy could give them?

Concerns for another time. No such offers have tempted him so far, and it wasn't likely to change. His interactions were mostly of the pixie sort, which made it .. somewhat safer. Play games, they stay happy. "...If you wish. As far as I know there's no rule against it." Just being out here at all is however!

... He's going to ignore that one. It didn't say not to have company, and that's what counts. "Though shouldn't you be enjoying the festival? Supposedly there's entertainment."

[miniroth]

"I'm not sure onions are good for anything but flavor," he says, as gently as he can manage, hands briefly up. "But you did win." So there's that, if nothing else! The point wasn't to antagonize, he just had less willingness to be laughed at he supposed.

The goal was what was important! Probably!

Sephiroth is almost certain she'd said the Nu Mou were fae before, which draws a frown as he's forced to rake through his memory to be sure. "On the other hand, it could make it seem to some as if there's all these troubles going on, and now there's pixies laughing at you."

His perspective. It's shared by at least a few others. "At least most of the food is good, and nobody seems to mind how much you eat. .. Mostly. There's someone who might yell if you don't eat a vegetable, but he doesn't get an opinion." The grimace at the mention of the box 'game' suggests he feels EXACTLY the same way she does about that.

There's a pause as he glances towards the tent hut's closed entrance; easy enough to hear people doing their own thing outside, but seeing them is another matter. "Did you notice how many have scales now?"

And horns. And claws.

[firsteditionbfs]

"Yeah, they never did have any good taste," Angeal says with zero hesitation. He never did get on to the city like Genesis did, the kind of guy who could be terribly stubborn when he decide don something. He's always been much too homesick for that sort of thing.

And this isn't home, exactly. But it's enough like home, with the song and the thick forests and Genesis at his arm, that it soothes something that he thinks has been aching for a long time.

It'll probably never stop aching, really. Banora is all ashes. But it's a bit of a balm, and he'll take it.

Taking Genesis in hand, he's already twisting around with him. "Man, remember when we were little kids, and you actually had the night free from your studies for one of the festivals?" All his homework mysteriously went missing, for some reason.

[firsteditionbfs]

"I bet bread would help. And maybe some sort of dressing to help it not be so onion." It'd be nicer if it was all caramelized but he knows that's a little to ask for in the present situation. For now, he gestures for him to come along.

"I actually made more than just bread," he says over his shoulder, going right for the refreshments table. "One of the meatier pies might help onion merge right in with it, although you'd still have to get it apart a bit to blend in." Find a knife or something, he's sure some paranoid weirdo here has it.