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♥ March (Ainir) Event Log
March (Ainir) Event Log
Say goodbye the rainbow dragon god's months because Ainea (and spring) are officially arriving! The days are growing warmer and the snow is melting as Ainea's reigning period begins with Ainir. While there are still some cold, blustery days in the mix and pockets of snow can still be found here and there, the weather in Havenwell is trending upward toward pleasant days and cool nights. The city is bedecking itself in Ainea's colors of pink and purple, taking down the rainbow hues of Rawna. Soon enough people may be wanting to have lunch dates in the park and spend more time outdoors, which would be great if it wasn't for one little pesky thing...
❥ PROMPT I: Char-cute-erie
Following the previous month's failures, the city's replicators have recovered back to full functionality; perhaps working a little too well. Nearly anything requested of them now has a chance to duplicate one's order...except the second one may not be quite as intended. That healthy apple, comforting bowl of noodles, or 3am grilled cheese? You might just get one that quite literally sprouts legs and comically large googly eyes before skittering around causing all sorts of trouble.
Fortunately, once the problem becomes apparent, the native researchers are hard at work devising a solution; constructing critterproofed fenced-in enclosures around the city and handing out specialized pseudo-butterfly nets for anyone looking to help catch the adorable menaces. They'll offer a small dora reward to anyone who can bring them these strange little creatures alive and unharmed for research purposes. Of course, you may be so hungry after chasing down your lunch that you might just want to eat it.
Happy hunting, Havenwell!
Fortunately, once the problem becomes apparent, the native researchers are hard at work devising a solution; constructing critterproofed fenced-in enclosures around the city and handing out specialized pseudo-butterfly nets for anyone looking to help catch the adorable menaces. They'll offer a small dora reward to anyone who can bring them these strange little creatures alive and unharmed for research purposes. Of course, you may be so hungry after chasing down your lunch that you might just want to eat it.
Happy hunting, Havenwell!
❥ PROMPT II: Calorie Battle
The googly-eyed food overrunning the city tends to be more cute or irritating than actually problematic for most of the month. Natives and offworlders alike are busily rounding them all up and putting them into enclosures (or eating them, if that's your speed), for research and containment. However, on occasion, when the little buggers get away, people can find them gathering together in nooks and crannies of the city. When these little groups of the creatures get found, rather than toddle off and scatter like so many others do, they surge together and begin linking legs and limbs, merging together into one giant food ball with a single pair of googly eyes and a no longer placid attitude.
It seems that these little food-bugs have activated Boss Mode! The amalgam creature will attack whomever has found them, fighting its darnedest to get away. They don't have the most complex or intelligent fighting style, but their sheer size and mass can make them difficult to deal with. With each blow dealt to the creature, the food that makes up its body will pop off and run away until all of the creatures have been dispersed. After that, you can either catch the creatures or let them run.
You don't always have to be looking for trouble for it to find you, however! Sometimes, these large scale creatures can be found roaming the city and will attack those who they come across out of instinct. They can chase people down with surprising speed, so those who can't fight should go looking for help!
It seems that these little food-bugs have activated Boss Mode! The amalgam creature will attack whomever has found them, fighting its darnedest to get away. They don't have the most complex or intelligent fighting style, but their sheer size and mass can make them difficult to deal with. With each blow dealt to the creature, the food that makes up its body will pop off and run away until all of the creatures have been dispersed. After that, you can either catch the creatures or let them run.
You don't always have to be looking for trouble for it to find you, however! Sometimes, these large scale creatures can be found roaming the city and will attack those who they come across out of instinct. They can chase people down with surprising speed, so those who can't fight should go looking for help!
❥ PROMPT III: Peace, Love, and Psychedelic Technicolor
While there are still some (literal) bugs occurring in the system, overall the natives have seen a drastic improvement in both Havenwell and Aellyn as a whole thanks to the offworlders. Last month's chocolate weather aside, the seasons have been stabilizing, the city has expanded, and the people are happier than they've ever been. As the winter months start to give way to spring, it seems that happiness is spreading throughout the city. Everywhere the colors of the city seem brighter and more vivid. The emerging greenery really pops against the last vestiges of the snow, and the gods' statues in the city square are more vibrant than usual. The natives are taking this to be a good sign, however, as the colors of the barrier are even more pronounced than ever before, making the sky itself rainbow hued! It also appears to be stronger, with fewer weak spots along the outer edges.
Within Havenwell, though, any color in the city has its brilliance hyped up to the nth degree. Reds are redder, blues are bluer, and whites? Uh...those can actually be kind of blindingly bright. Which is not great, considering the main color scheme of the city is white and gold. Yikes. Better get some sunglasses out, offworlders, because while the natives can just turn down the brightness scale on their visual cortexes, the rest of you might need some help not being blinded by the light.
Moreover, all those colors might be pretty, but as time goes on, people may find that their favorite blue sweater? Is now their favorite rainbow sweater. Or their favorite tie-dyed sweater. Or their favorite constantly color changing sweater like it's some sort of hyperactive mood ring. Colors in the city are going absolutely haywire: switching around, turning rainbow-colored, reverberating iridescent everywhere. Buildings, clothes, hair, food, you name it. If it exists within Havenwell, its colors are not safe from being flipped topsy-turvy for awhile.
Within Havenwell, though, any color in the city has its brilliance hyped up to the nth degree. Reds are redder, blues are bluer, and whites? Uh...those can actually be kind of blindingly bright. Which is not great, considering the main color scheme of the city is white and gold. Yikes. Better get some sunglasses out, offworlders, because while the natives can just turn down the brightness scale on their visual cortexes, the rest of you might need some help not being blinded by the light.
Moreover, all those colors might be pretty, but as time goes on, people may find that their favorite blue sweater? Is now their favorite rainbow sweater. Or their favorite tie-dyed sweater. Or their favorite constantly color changing sweater like it's some sort of hyperactive mood ring. Colors in the city are going absolutely haywire: switching around, turning rainbow-colored, reverberating iridescent everywhere. Buildings, clothes, hair, food, you name it. If it exists within Havenwell, its colors are not safe from being flipped topsy-turvy for awhile.
This event will run from March 15 to March 31. Click on each prompt's title to see the text. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread. You can also use the Havenwell Status page or the General Plotting Comment to give you other ideas for original prompts!
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[It might be somewhat unorthodox, but it turns out that a good way to capture the critters is to herd them, not hurt them. Noctis is walking alongside a little collection of foodstuffs - a set of burgers, or rolling tomatoes, or wobbling steaks - with him on one side and Umbra on the other, hip-checking them when they try to go astray with feet or his shield on occasion as they're guided towards one of the city enclosures. Whenever one wanders too far, Umbra fetches it, or Noct warps to chuck it back into position.
Still, they can't catch every wanderer, so feel free to step in and assist. He looks kind of bored of the job and could use some company. (It's something to do!)]
( II: muffled omis lacrima begins playing )
[Wow, that sure is a giant collection of vegetables charging in to attack! What a terrible and dangerous food. Suddenly-]
Incoming!
[A sword impacts one of the googly-eyed tomatoes at top speed, and Noctis warps in to phase through the air for a few seconds, slicing off a leaf or two before dropping back down to the ground. He looks entirely too pleased to 1) be fighting and 2) be fighting vegetables.]
( III: not exactly death aesthetics )
[Those traveling around town on the ground might find the quiet around themselves interrupted by a warping noise from above. Noctis is traveling by rooftop more often than not. That isn't too unusual, except that this time it might be because he's rainbow-coloured, top to bottom. Anything except his skin is totally fair game to be tie-dyed to hell. He's not happy. Feel free to laugh at his misfortune.]
( IV: wildcard )
[Come bother this idiot, he's available… if you can catch him.]
III/ IV?
He'd been out today helping with the food bug crisis but had retreated to the Petals and Pages that happened to be nearby. He laid down on one of the couches and put an arm over his eyes and just.. groaned unhappily.]
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But as she sees Noctis herding them, she comes closer, with some curiosity ]
... what are you gonna do to them?
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iii-ish; if there were ever a time for squinty eyed luna icon, it's for this event
By the Six. [She opens one eye, just the tiniest bit.] Hello, Noctis. I would bid you good day, but I doubt you are having one. Thank you for coming to see me, regardless.
we'll let her have this one
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[Once Noct is clear, Prompto fires off a few shots. He's couldn't care less that it's a bunch of angry vegetables - veggies are delicious, Noct, and healthy. But the vaguely buggy nature of them gets right under his skin. He shivers and reloads.]
Why are they so gross and cute at the same time?
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[ Oh, thank you so much o-brave warrior, for exploding that tomato monster with your attack and covering the nearby woman in red. From head to toe, she's covered in red with only her eyes adding a sliver of color to that disaster. At least it's not blood.
She slowly turns around and looks at the brave warrior, sounding just as unamused as she looks. ]
I trust you are ready to pay for a change of clothes.
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II
As she ran out from the street she swung her stave and shot off a bolt of magic straight at the creature.]
Are you alright? You're not hurt?
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He quickly got rid of the shield and grabbed the arm.]
Hit again, Noct!
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Not unusual, but. For some reason, the warp seemed more like a clumsy, hasty landing more than a precise point-warp. ]
Noct?
[ She's opening the door for him. And-- Oh.
Oh. ]
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Ciel Phantomhive | Kuroshitsuji (Rawna)
Morning in his and Undertaker's apartment was... exciting. Or, interesting, as some might say otherwise. Maybe annoying. It grew more annoying for the former earl when a sandwich he replicated for lunch ran away and managed to slip out the window into the street.
Before that, he'd been mildly interested in making a bit of extra dora by helping out but it hadn't been enough to make him want to skulk around the city chasing sentient food. Now that he was experiencing that annoyance himself...
well, he was a bit more keen to try to get this under control.
So there was Ciel, wandering the city with a comical looking butterfly net and occasionally grumbling about how food with legs can be so fast or so good at hiding.
[PROMPT III]
His eyes hurt. Or his eye as it was, since he hadn't saved enough yet to look into Havenwells options for body modification. Which was fine for him. Especially right now, a false eye couldn't suffer the blinding colors and how often they shifted.
He still invested in a pair of sunglasses though, making sure to get a pair for Undertaker as well since he knew the mans vision had improved while they were with the Fleet.
And all the while, he wishes the change in colors and how bright everything is would have stayed confined to the shield. At first, he had bought a plain pair of sunglasses, cheap and effective. Eventually he had to get a couple of pairs that would otherwise completely block out light. And he'd be more than happy to direct people to where he got them.
Or buy a pair for the newer people.
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[AS ALWAYS! Anything goes! HMU on plurk (
Prompt 1
"I'll get you! Just... in a minute." She was tired. She'd been running around everywhere! Her pink braid hung over her shoulder, her hair limp. She wiped sweat from her brow and contemplated just falling back and lying down on the pavement. No one would mind, would they?
honerva | ota
[ Affurgato may be having their own creative way of handling the replicator issues, thanks to Lup's transmutation skills, which might result in some occasional themed invader specials. At least it saves them from keeping bouncing creatures from entering cat range, or otherwise their having to ask someone to please take the extra bagged ones away for collection if they are willing to do so or can do so expediently.
So if you have come here to do so, or are just visiting to catch up, or just want a meal that isn't jumping around, whether it's during the weekday catering or the weekend dine-in, most should know what to expect by now, unless you're newer in town, in that case welcome, have an ask about it - most people either go in to put an order at the window and find their own seating, or wait for Honerva to come by and greet them and see if their favored seating is available.
It does take her a little longer to clear up prior seating, those familiar with seeing her using magic previously to do so might have noticed, she hasn't quite been doing that for over a month or two (and she wouldn't have had to during the month they'd had the mansion available instead).
Either way, please keep the kitties busy so they don't go poking around where they shouldn't. ]
( III. colorsish )
[ That aside, hopefully anyone wandering in to the cafe -- or happens to encounter her elsewhere -- has a pair of sunglasses with them; unfortunately, Honerva happens to have very white hair which might be... difficult to look at directly once the week progresses on, with the current world circumstances if one looks at it for too long, unless luckily someone might have happened to offer to braid it back for her by the time you encounter her? Though it might even be a different color by that point, or... many colors?
But if it's not her hair, it's her outfits that seem to be having some inconveniences, colors far too bright than intended. Granted, it doesn't seem to be bothering her too much; mostly she seems more preoccupied with other things -- such as working if you're at the cafe, or on some kind of errand, like picking up materials from the shops, or looking pensively toward some flowers. Either way if she notices someone approaching her she tends to look up and greet them accordingly, unless she happens to be too lost in thought, of course. ]
( wildcard )
[ Feel free to mix and match from above or come in with something else that we've talked about or wanted to follow up on! HMU if needed! ]
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[Until he passed by some flowers and saw his technicolor girlfriend, pushing the glasses up to get a better look at her in something resembling 'awestruck'.]
Honerva, you...
[Say something, stupid.]
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Good day, Honerva. I don't think I've seen you wear this dress before, it looks lovely on you.
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Combo of both?
Not that it helped a great deal, as both the cloak and the armor were constantly changing from vibrant pastel patterns to nearly neon hues without his consent. Still, after his time in Deerington it was such a mundane effect that he was completely unbothered.
The admittedly adorable food was his main reason for heading to Affurgato. The other was obviously to check in on Honerva and Kova, and Lup and the others should they happen to be about.
He hated going to the counter to order and it seemed his mother was busy, so he was quite content to crouch by the felines to wait. It would be difficult for his mother to miss him in his luminescent attire, at the very least. Kova seemed rather transfixed by the shifting patterns, if nothing else.
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I'm so sorry, I wrote a reply and my screen reader told me it had submitted, but not so much
no worries! i know dw is not helping either
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III
Honerva...!
[ She'll call to her before she approaches, and, of course, greet her with a hug. Hi, were you staring at the flowers? Well now you're staring at a beaming face. ]
Wh... look at you! It's as if you've stepped out of a painting...!
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[Ardyn had seen some very weird things in Havenwell, to be sure. But this? This was up there on the list. Attempting and mostly failing to usher along a small herd of what appeared to be googly-eyed cupcakes walking on feet made of cherries was definitely a new height of 'odd'. Much as he kind of expected anything to happen around here, this was something of a curveball.]
[As evidenced by how badly it's going, several decorated pastries wandering off or even climbing up on his shoulders. Dear gods, help him, they're all getting away and he has no idea what to do here.]
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[On second thought, never mind. This was the new top tier of Havenwell weirdness. He threw a giant scarlet greatsword at a monster-sized stack of pancakes currently wiggling a bacon-shaped leg at him, warping in a streak of red to knock a few scattering breakfast critters out of it. Upon landing back on the ground, he'd remark under his breath:]
This has to be easily the strangest thing I've ever done.
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[anything else up to and including wacky color hijinks]
II
Eos really likes their ridiculously large weapons, don't they? Impressive, Ardyn.
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Prompt I/II ; OTA
It's food that moves. It's kind of gross.
She tries to help gathering them at first, bringing some to the natives when they cross her path during her patrols. After all, she is here to help and she considers that part of helping. Even if the food things creep her out.
But when they start attacking, her stance changes quickly. You may find her using her hand-to-hand combat skills to kick and punch the food away, but Mina is soon surrounded by them; she was trying to go easy on them, but screw that! When one of the critters charges in for an attack, Mina forms a blob of grey acid with her hand and throws it at the thing. ] Acid shot!!! [ yes, she just screamed the name of her attack, look this is how they do it in her world.
But the acid hits and naturally the creature starts melting away until it turns into goo. ] Ah! That works, then?! [ with a big grin, Mina places her hands together and acid shoots out of her hands, like a hose. Like this, she is able to hit the incoming creatures before they can approach her ] Take that!!
[ it has been ages since she was in a fight, so forgive her that she is a bit excited ]
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Allow me fight you— but please, don't use your acid attacks if you can help it!
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Prompto | OTA
[Prompto absolutely did not scream when his sandwich sprouted legs and eyes. And he absolutely did not draw his gun on it when it jumped off the counter and disappeared somewhere in the living room. He is definitely avoiding the living room. And, the whole entire house for that matter.
The little food critters might kind of be cute, but they also look buggy, which is definitly not cute. He can't stand bugs. They give him the heebie-jeebies.
Though he does agree to try and help round up the little critters. The sooner they're gone, the better. The butterfly net is no good. He needs more distance. So here he is, shooing the things along with a broom.]
[ II. Whiteout ]
[Prompto is pretty okay with the weird color change. It's a little annoying that his favorite black pants are now rainbow pants, but he gets over the disappointment and wears them anyway. They match his hair, after all!
No, what's really bothering him is that nearly every picture he tries to take ends up washed out and overexposed from the blinding white.]
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[Got another idea? Hit me up!
II/wildcard
Given the current state of her hair, luckily not so blindingly white today, a recent conversation had her thinking about him and his camera, and there he is fiddling with it. ]
... Greetings, Prompto. Are you well?
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Gladio | OTA
They were everywhere. So was Gladio. He'd been given a net thing to catch the critters roaming the city. Get paid for it? Sure. Before that he'd just been killing them on sight.
They were sneaky little bastards though.
You'll find Gladio stalking a cheese and lettuce sandwich he'd trapped down an alley. Or maybe he's got a smile on his face and several food items already in the net resting on his shoulder? These things might bug him, but every dora counts!]
ii: [The nasty little things had upped the ante.
Gladio wasn't walking around carrying a net anymore. He was carrying his sword. A long katana that rested against his shoulder, probably already covered in goo. He was hunting these monsters now, a broad grin on his face.
When he finds one, a massive wall of twisted sausage and meat with what looked like a pudding face, Gladio is both disgusted and excited. He'd step out into the open, calling attention to himself. He was big, he was threatening, these things seemed to hate that! He'd ready his sword... and run in for the strike.]
iii: [After the world had decided to amp up the saturation levels, Gladio had had more of a reason to just stop wearing shirts. Even his favourite leather pants were now an annoying tie-dyed red and purple colour, but he wore those anyway.
And shades. Because dammit how else was he supposed to see when most everything was blindingly bright?
And maybe, just maybe, his hair had some green in it... or a lot of green. Gladio was ignoring that though.]
wildcard: [Anything else, come at me, bro!]
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You sound like you're having fun.
[He's still hanging near a wall, a small smile on his face. He staff is resting lightly against the crook of one arm and is partially covered in what could easily be blood. On closer inspection though, it's either ketchup or tomato sauce.]
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Aerith | ota
i: (food for thought) [First her replicators stop so she's forced to stay with Sephiroth and Genesis, who were kind enough to open up their home to her. Now her replicator is fixed and spitting out LIVE food! Aerith is starting to think not eating is for the best...
Chasing her breakfast around her house was tiring.
Her lunch got out of the window.
She'd later find out that she could get paid to catch the things. But she really wasn't too good at it. And sometimes they were kind of cute... She didn't really want to hurt them. They just wanted to live their lives.
But Aerith was definitely getting frustrated. Once again her lunch had run away from her and she, armed with a net, was in chase of it!]
❀ Prompt Two:
ii: (when food fights back) [You might see a streak of pink and black running passed you, chased by a large mountain of what looks like macaroni and cheese with bread arms and legs and vegetables for eyes.
Aerith didn't like these new variations of the cute little food stuffs.
She was no fighter. But she did her best.
If she's out in the open she'll turn, stave in hand and launch a volley of magic bolts at the thing!
But if she's caught down an alley, backed into a corner, please come save her!]
iii: (burn down the house) [Not even her home is safe!
Aerith isn't sure how it happened but she'll come home one day to find a hulking creature in her kitchen. A miss-match of angry fruit and vegetables that roar at her when they notice her, launching forward and knocking her couch across the room.
She has time enough to grab her little potted mistletoe before Aerith turns tail and runs back out of her house.
She can be found just staring wide eyed up at her house, clutching the little plant to her chest. Or maybe she'll have run to someone's house to beg for help getting rid of the boss monster in her little townhouse.]
❀ Prompt Three:
iv: (back to black) [In a world full of colour, Aerith stands out.
While the darkness had brightened and colours were blinding, Aerith found that all of her clothes, from top to bottom, were now black. Her hair was now a bright pink.
You'll find her all over the place these days. Affirgato, Petals and Pages as well as Valeo. Out among the flowers. The gardens. Aerith tends to flit around everywhere when she isn't being bothered by food trying to fight her.
And of course she has a cute pair of sunglasses on! She looks so cool!]
❀ Wildcard: [Anything else then please go ahead, I'm open to anything and everything!]
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[Devon had been accosted by the request for help right as he was trying to go into his own apartment. He stands there, one hand on the knob, staring at Aerith in wide eyed shock. Or at least it would be wide eyed if his sunglasses didn't hide his eyes completely.
While he's certainly been out and about and even run into a few of these food bosses himself, he hasn't actually realized what they are. He can't see them, and amplified senses don't help as much when you've never seen the things you're fighting before. He'd just assumed they were some kind of weird monster.]
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III Round 2
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Man, all he wanted was a snack, and thought maybe getting two whole puddings out of his replicator was a stroke of luck, rather than anything malicious or seedy. Alas, once one of those snacks sprouts goofy eyes and legs, the real treat he'd conjured ends up splattered on the floor out of pure shock. No... How could this happen......
Even more surprising to him is how much this really ruined his appetite. While he remained pretty gun-shy about trying to get anything out of his replicator, it doesn't take long for word of Havenwell's researchers wanting to study these bizarre little creatures. Armed with a butterfly net, Tamaki's on the hunt for any snack-bugs that don't look like they'd be too much of a challenge to wrangle. Once one is spotted, he swings down the net, and -- "Gah!" Whiffed it. There it goes! "H-hey! Don't let it get away!"
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But, of course, it's only a matter of time before his hunt ends up with him stumbling across A Boss Battle, and Tamaki, being from a very mundane world, is not equipped to handle an actual fight against a huge stack of snacks. More than fighting back, he's just trying to get away!
"H-hey!" You there! Please!! He's holding his own decently enough, blocking any attacks with the handle of that net, but there's only so much he can really do here! "Help!!"
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Honestly, the colors are kind of fun for a while! He's used to vibrant visuals from his line of work, and there's something really different about seeing the normally pristine feeling city done up in so many colors. What a change of pace! Even if he feels kind of... uncertain about if things that are glitching out and going color-haywire are going to go back at any point. He's got no problems with wearing an iridescent hoodie around, but he'd like it if it eventually goes back to normal?
Things usually go back to normal after a while. He won't stress about it too much for now.
It's better to just enjoy it for as long as he can, in that case. Sunglasses are kind of required after a while, but until then, why not snap photos of the fountains in town going buck-wild with their color palettes? It's funny! Or maybe set up an impromptu dance performance outside while his wardrobe looks like it's being wrung through a kaleidoscope? It just enhances the flashiness! Wow!
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[Hit me with something else, if you want! I'm always available for plotting on plurk
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In any case she finds it very fitting as she jumps in to help Tamaki, while sliding across the floor by using her acid, and she throws some acid she just formed with her hands. She has good enough aim to hit only the food and not Tamaki, and also kicks away one that is getting far too close (so she didn't use acid on it) ]
Woo-hoo!!
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Lotor | Voltron | sorry I'm so late! Ota
Lotor was quite fond of the little food creatures. Most likely because they seemed harmless enough aside from creating calamity. They weren't menacing, at least, and after the previous world he'd inhabited that was a relief.
When he was able to procure a net he made his way to a "sandwich" that ran from him rather adorably. Amused, he raced after it.
"Come now, no one wishes to harm you."
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He'd awoken to find that his armor, of all things, had a rainbow effect happening to it that somehow constantly shifted patterns.
His eyes were used to different variations of color and darkness than that of humans so the white of the buildings didn't much bother him, but his own hair was rather exceedingly luminescent and to attempt to help the citizenry save their eyesight, he found a shawl he could put over his shoulders that also served as a hood.
Well. Not the strangest thing he'd ever experienced, by far.
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Catching and investigating these critters isn't a huge surprise, either! They are awfully fast, however, so it might be easier to scoop them up if there's a little bit of teamwork going on. Upon hearing someone a ways off call out to one of the bugs, Shinji deliberates for just a moment, before deciding to interfere.
"I'll cut it off," he hollers out, before jogging out to interfere right in the path of that 'sandwich'. Not so fast, food!