twenty-fifth form; Happy Tanabata + Git Yer Eggs Here~! {Video/Action for Ecruteak} (dated 07/07)

[bamfsecretary]

 {When the feed clicks on, it's obviously been done by accident, as the first thing you'll see is a shot of Nanao's face - but she has a thick strip of cloth across her eyes as a blindfold, and she's talking to herself.}

Well, at least the nausea's gone. And the headache's receded to a tolerable level. And I can mostly remember things. {She grimaces.} It's a pity my balance is still off, but at least that's not as bad as the light sensitivity. I really don't like that.

{She shifts about, and cocks her head to the side, listening to the sounds of the crowded streets, and she frowns a little.} I wonder what's going on... Well, no better time to ask.

Excuse me! {She calls out into the street, and miraculously, some poor man with blonde hair and a lovely purple yukata responds. Those who've faced the Ecruteak Gym might know him - it's the gym leader, Morty.}

 

Yes, ma'am, can I help you?

 

Thank you. Ah, I was wondering, what is the occasion today? There is so much hubbub, and since, well... {She gestures to her face, and smiles.}
 

No, that's no problem. Today is Tanabata - we always have a few street vendors out on this day. 

 

R-really? Well, thank you, sir. {Her surprised expression melts into a kind smile.} May your wish come true.

And yours, ma'am. Good day.

 

Good day, sir. {He bows politely, she does too out of instinct, and he wanders off, and Nanao is left alone, sitting on the verandah of the Inn.}

 

Tanabata already..? Well now, that's a surprise. Another year has passed, and I've survived it.... just. {She raises a hand to her mouth, and chokes back a sob.} T-to think.... N-no. I'm not going back there. I'm stronger than that.

{She sniffs, straightens her spine, and brushes down the lap of her pale blue yukata.} I'm one hundred and thirty-seven today. I think that I shall enjoy my birthday this year, instead of hiding inside.

 

{She stands gingerly, reaching out a hand to the nearby wall of the Inn for support. Slowly, moving one foot at a time, she makes it back to her darkened room, the door thumps gently against something. Frowning, she slips inside, and removes the blindfold, letting her eyes adjust. And then she gasps.}

 

I - I - what. How did this - how are there so many - ? {She is, of course, talking about eggs, which are all over the room. Her Alakazam and Furret freeze, in the middle of putting an egg onto the bed.} I - I don't even know. Wow. Um.

 

What a birthday present. {Annnd the feed finally times out.}

 

 

 

{{OOC: For those that claimed eggs here, this is the place to ICly collect them! Video replies will come while she's still in her room, but she'll be wandering the streets with her blindfold, staff and seeing-eye-Riolu later on if that works for you, or she can just be. Hanging around the Inn some more. And, last but not least, HAPPY TANABATA, GUYS!}}

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[video] OH GOD THIS TAG IS A DEER DYED TEAL

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Well... Paper tags, tied to bamboo, with a wish on them, usually for good handwriting, but it could be anything, really; paper kimono, to ward off bad health and for good sewing; paper cranes, for family safety, health, and a long life; paper purse, for good business; nets, woven from rags, for good harvests and fishing; garbage bags made from paper, again, for thriftiness and cleanliness, and then finally streamers hanging from a Kusadama, a type of paper ball. Those represent the strings that Asagao-hime wove together to make a bridge over the Milky Way.

They're pretty mundane, when you think about it, really.

[video] whoooops

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

...hm. That does sound pretty simple. So all that's supposed to improve someone's luck?

[video] ahhhhh japan y u have tl;dr festivals

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Yes! You make them, hang them up around your house, and then go to the shrine and pray.


Oh, and there's a song you're meant to sing, but I can't remember it. {She pulls a face.} How annoying.

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

I was never much for praying, to tell you the truth. Divine intervention's probably part of the reason my luck's so miserable in the first place.

[Thanks, Morrigan.]

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

...ah. I can see how that would be a problem.

. . .

Wait, you're actually being serious?

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

...you're over one hundred and I'm the one being doubted here? Of course I'm serious.

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Hey, living over one hundred is not uncommon, where I'm from. But I see your point.

Which deity was it, if you do not mind me asking.

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Is that right? Interesting--you're probably not human, then?

[He shrugged, the usual 'who cares' reaction to anything that would give away his identity.]

A goddess called the Morrígan. Heard of her?

[>implying that's the only reason your luck is shit, lancer]

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Well, I was once - not anymore, anyway.

{Narrowing her eyes}

Morrígan is an Irish Deity, and... no.

No way.

{She face brightens, and she stares, blinking incredulously.}

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[This face, Nanao. Just this face.]

Yep. Name's Cú Chulainn, nice to meet you.

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Please forgive the fangirling, she literally grew up on your exploits.}

No - you're real?! I - I - I - wow, this is just so cool! Ahhhhh, this is the best birthday present ever!!

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[...oh nanao, you're adorable.]

I'm every bit as real as you are. Glad to hear you're so thrilled about it.

[EGO POINTS: +10]

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{She presses a hand to her mouth in glee, and violet eyes sparkle with delight.}

I - I can't believe this! I just....

It's an honour, sir.

{Level up! FANGIRL LEVEL: SHRIEKING MASSES Attained!}

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Please, you're flattering me.

[Not that he minded at all.]

Like I said before, you can just call me Lancer. Most people do.

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{His ego must be so huge right now.}

Alright, Lancer. ...odd name, for such a hero.

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[ooooh boy.]

It's sort of a nickname I picked up a while ago.

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Wow. That big? That's dangerous.}

In reference to Gae Bolg, I suppose.

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[that's what she said]

Pretty much, yeah.

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{...it may yet be, if he plays his cards right.}

{And just... smiling broadly.}

I still... yes. Well.

Where are you at the moment?

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm with my pain-in-the-ass kid in Azalea.

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Azalea's a nice place - I was there for nearly a month, back in...what, February?

Kid... you mean Conlaoch?

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Connla, yeah. Y'know, I always thought that was kind of interesting--by now there's got to be at least five different ways people pronounce everyone's name. The language is a pain in the neck like that, always has been.

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Indeed - where I come from, all languages are the same, but there are still many differences in pronunciation.

{She does not want to tell him that she's dead.}

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[SHE'S TOTALLY AMONG NOT-DEAD DEAD FRIENDS HERE]

Seriously? Where'd you come from?

[video]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{OH BBY THIS JUST KEEP GETS BETTER AND BETTER}

Ah, that is... Well... {She pulls a face, but decides it's better to bite the bullet.}


The Afterlife. I'm technically dead.