(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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OTA - MAID IN HELL

[immortalpoet]

[The wear he has on is ill-fitting. But this is only one thing to be miserable about.]

[LILITH's local Color-grade Fixer is looking more like a wrought-out husk of a human being than usual. The bags under his eyes are more prominent, like he hasn't slept for a week. Out and about (in maid attire), you can find him rubbing at his head with a pained expression as he's looking at medications in a local pharmacy, murmuring to himself:]

This damn headache.....tch....did she really curse me...?

[Wuh-oh. Curses?]

[bowtography]

Mr. Vergilius?

[ Honestly, she'd spotted him from outside, doing a double-take at the sight of him in a maid outfit, and now here she is in her butler fit to look him over with some amount of concern. ]

[immortalpoet]

...March 7th.

[He's looking blearily over at her, not even paying any mind to her outfit.]

Would you...happen to know where there's fever medication? I can barely focus...

[bowtography]

Fever medication... oh, hold on, let me see what I can find. Maybe you should sit down outside?

[wheft]

[ ishmael was going home from a tiring day at work and -- she has to do a double-take at seeing vergilius in a skirt in the fuckin' wild. ]

V-Vergilius?

[ she then covers her own mouth. she didn't mean to speak but she was just so shocked... sorry boss ]

[immortalpoet]

....Ishmael.

[Here comes the threatening red eyes...though it seems more kneejerk reflex than anything, disgruntled and sick.]

What do you want.

[wheft]

Nothing. I was just passing through.

[ and now that she's on his sights there's no escape... sigh. ]

What are you doing here?

tags you here instead

[frostfist]

[ As hilarious as it would be to make fun of Mr. Red Gaze himself in a maid dress, Wriothesley is not so cold-hearted (usually) to mock a man he's barely spoken to (and who, according to Ishmael, could flatten him with one pinky finger).

Instead, he sidles over, hands in his jacket pocket, making sure to look carefully at the medicines lining the shelves instead of at the man in a maid dress. ]

Looking for something in particular?

[immortalpoet]

...

[He is giving a rather judgey look towards Mr. Nosy Himself (in Vergilius's view) but given his state, he's settling back towards grumpily staring over the medicines.]

For...fever. Body hurts like hell.

[frostfist]

[ To be fair, Mr. Nosy deserves this because he will resume his nosy behavior shortly.

For now, he scans down the aisle and then, when he doesn't see the medication he's looking for, steps down and around to check the opposite side. Pitching his voice a little louder so it carries: ]

You shouldn't be out and about if you're not feeling well.

[ Not like he and Vergilius are particularly close friends (or even friends at all) but Malkuth seems to like the guy and he likes Malkuth, so by some associative law out there he feels a little compelled to watch out for the guy. ]

OTA - BACK TO DREAMLAND

[immortalpoet]

[Back to the land of dreams. Vergilius (sans maid wear, this time) is wandering the amusement park. He won't elect for the sanitation suit, here, and he'll largely bypass the cleanup. Instead, the machinery seems to be his focus, though he's not carrying it out of the lab, yet. He's standing in front of it, his red gaze burning holes into the mess of wires and computers and the like before him, before he says, in a strict, bitter tone:]

....Do you think they experimented on people here?

[There's something hard in his expression that makes it clear this is touching on some kind of nerve.]

lmk if you need anything changed.

[heir_conditioned]

It's okay that the man doesn't want to clean, Shoto thinks it's fine. People who just want to look are just as valid a visitor, he's sure. But, he doesn't mind being the one to pick up. He has his quirk to help him if he needs it, or if there's glass. But he does pause at the question.

It's a pretty heavy question and looking around at the things strewn about, Shoto frowns. "I'm not sure... I couldn't say no with certainty."

this is great!!

[immortalpoet]

He's silent for a long moment at that, eyes still glimmering angrily. Finally, as if coming to some mental conclusion, he heaves a sigh.

The tension is still present in his shoulders, though.

"What a nasty business. Even here...same old nonsense as back home."

[heir_conditioned]

One or two things get put aside to be carried out, but when he sees the tension and hears it in what's been said, Shoto settles what he's holding down. It doesn't matter as much as just dusting his hands off and coming to stand a little closer. "There are cruel people everywhere. It's up to us to make sure if we see it happen, we stop it."

CLOSED (WITH WINTER)

[immortalpoet]

[It feels like home.]

[In all the best and worst ways, of course. Might as well get a drink or two, see how it stacks up, there. And wouldn't you know it, someone else had the idea before him, and now they're walking the streets, side by side, looking for a bar.]

You didn't need to be THAT insistent about dragging me out, you know...

[icyspicy]

[ What a pair they make, strolling the streets. Winter has never been off-put by Vergilius' looks or demeanor but the same can't be said of everyone. Winter's finding some sort of amusement in people watching as they go. ]

Don't I? Would you have come along if I'd simply asked instead of insisted?

[immortalpoet]

[They really are an odd couple. Vergilius heaves a little sigh at the question.]

Depends on if I was in a good mood. I'm honest.

toddles here desert time

[ignoreher]

[ after days of driving on end

it really does get tiring, even if it's only a few hours per day and more time is taken out checking out old towns, rest stops, and so on. at least it's been interesting to see the different animals here. she's got plenty of pictures.

one evening, night closer than not, malkuth's sneaking through the camps they'd been setting up with the rvs for one person in particular -- easy enough to spot on night watch, or maybe just getting some air, and she seeks the low light of his gaze that would look to anyone else the eyes of a monster in the dark.

to her, they're safe. they're kind and warm. there's nothing scary about them, though she knows they can be. ]

Wanna take a little stroll? [ hi. ] I feel like there's no privacy at all out here.

[ besides in the rvs but



there is not much there either. ]

hell Yeah

[immortalpoet]

[His gaze must appear as some frightening apparition, but even as they turn to her, the mild smile that now more easily comes onto his face at the sight of her is anything but.]

Miss Malkuth.

[Comes the rumble of his voice - he stands from his spot where he's been keeping watch to move to her side. Very much a shadow, in his own way.]

I would like that. Has the trip been keeping you well?

[ignoreher]

It's been keeping me.

[ she wouldn't call it well, but it isn't bad either. her hands clasp behind her as she starts off on their stroll, not too far from the perimeter of the camps but far enough. ]

I like traveling a lot, I just wish it wasn't on business. I'd take one of those things cross country if they let us...

[ a sigh. it is what it is. ]

And how about you, Mister Vergilius? Enjoying yourself any?

MEMSHARE CLOSED STARTERS

[immortalpoet]

CLOSED - WITH GEBURA - cw: murder, violence

[immortalpoet]

[Gebura awakens in large public bathroom, covered in piles of dead bodies, carnage incarnate. A man stands in the midst of it, glancing towards the movement of a warm body - a much younger Vergilius, his eyes blazing coldly. There's no recognition.]

[Vergilius scoffs, readies his sword.]

One more? You shouldn't stand in my way.

[bemist]

[ Wouldn't be the first time she's been under a pile of bodies. It's maybe more surprising that this is someone else's doing, but it doesn't mean she's at ease with the stench of blood and torn-apart organs. That's a little too familiar, and she shoves one of the bodies aside to clamber to her feet.

... Hopefully she still has Mimicry, but if not, she'll make do with whatever she can grab here. ]

Associating me with a group, already? Can't say I approve of jumping to conclusions right off the bat.

[ She, who kidnapped the wrong guy once. ]

CLOSED - WITH ISHMAEL (LIBRARY OF RUINA SPOILERS)

[immortalpoet]

[Ishmael finds herself wandering into a memory. A memory of two men.]

[One is shorter, with pitch-black hair, and a lackadaisical grin. The other is Vergilius - a little younger, not so weary. He smiles. It's rare that he smiles.They both can look into each other's eyes. The talk continues. The unfamiliar man just got married, it seems, wanting to look into moving into a Nest for his new life. He asks a question of Vergilius- "So, what's your desire? People who've risen to a certain status always want at least one thing 'cause that's how they crawled their way up."]

[Vergilius replies, a little curious:]

...Didn't you say this was your last job?

[As much as they're familiar with each other, it seems they've barely worked with one another. The man confirms it is indeed his last job. That seems to satisfy Vergilius, who looks at him, opens his mouth-]

[And it seems he explains what his desire is. However, it can't be heard, like static. The Fixer gawks at him.]

...Seriously?

Yes.

"That's unexpected. I don't understand why everyone who gets a Color ends up having a screw loose, without exception."

[And then a pause, and a laugh.]

Well, yeah, but considering it's you, it might not be impossible...! [Another pause.] But don't take everything so seriously. That's that, and this is this.

[The memory fades, like mist in the wind. But even with this breather, it seems Vergilius is tense, like something else is coming.]

[wheft]

[ you know, the sinner have always wondered if they'd ever venture into the fathoms of vergilius's ego one day. who's to say that a golden bough might resonate with him in the future?

but there's no golden bough here. just an old, sepia-colored memory of vergilius and a friend. said friend was married, which makes ishmael wonder how people in the City can even think about tying the knot if they keep risking dying all the time. she'd leaned in just to hear what vergilius was whispering to the friend, but no dice.

she might find out what it is in the next segment. maybe she won't either way, the memory fades, and ishmael is stuck in the darkness. vergilius is right there, looking... sort of anxious? that's no good. she's going to approach him carefully, like one would a wild animal. ]