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revivalproject2022-02-11 02:09 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2022-02-11 02:09 pm
Enkindle
WHO: Tony and you, dear knight
WHERE: The Temba Rain Fare!
WHAT: Just Tony enjoying the festival a very normal amount. He's definitely a romantic. In the Arthurian sense.
WHEN: Throughout the event
WARNINGS: Nothing.........so far.
a. Crafting [OTA! Let Tony help you with the forge, help him with the costumes]
This kind of felt like a Billy thing. Enough so that Tony almost had a text composed as he approached the sudden fairground suspiciously, ready to ask if the kid was going through some new thing and stop this from getting out of hand. It was a bird darting through one of the weirdly still figures, making it flicker and distort, that gave Tony pause. A projection? More confidently then, faced with at least a little science and less magic, he made his way closer, circling around to try to search for the source of this pantomime and coming upon not any kind of projector, but the telltale Agrii writing. He had to raise his hand, then reluctantly slap it down onto the side of one of the tents to confirm that this part was, indeed, solid. The food did smell very real, enough to make his stomach grumble with longing, but after following his nose he stopped short of a booth with invitingly sizzling meat on display, rubbing anxiously at his chest then glancing around for any indication that eating this random, alluring food wasn't a terrible idea. Either this was some kind of trap, or what was on offer was a threat to his sobriety if this was anything like the Agrii's other parties, and lingering here any longer was just punishing himself.
Nothing else that Tony found in his slinking around the fairground seemed quite as much like some kind of trickery. It looked like games, and maybe some engineering he didn't exactly trust, but not because he expected it to be an intentional deception. In fact, the more he investigated, the more he felt at ease, even casually twirling a sword that he risked picking up and carrying away from its display by the time he came to consider what was undoubtedly a rustic forge. He probably still wasn't going to risk eating anything, but someone had to find out what all of these materials were, and he was willing to make that sacrifice. After all, maybe the best way to get the Agrii's attention and succeed at this game they were playing, was to sometimes, maybe, play along. Be a little enthusiastic. Making sure everyone was properly outfitted to play at knights and princesses was entirely a tactical move.
b. Courting [for Rufus and Reeve]
Handling other people's emotions was much more uncomfortable than handling a live wire. Tony knew what he would get if he fumbled one of those, and knew that he would survive it. What he was very good at, and what he would insist was a perfectly valid way of ignoring having emotions at all, was a distraction.
And a distraction was its most effective when you were least prepared for it.
It was Rufus Shinra that received a text, definitely from the username 'Reeve Tuesti'. There couldn't have been any reason to question that, and his friend was clearly in need of help because it simply read, Come over.
After a moment, Reeve seemed to remember how polite he was supposed to be and added, Please.
Immediately.
c. Composing [also OTA, but less productive]
One always had to dress the part, whether it was a suit of armor or a tailored tuxedo. Once Tony had his bearings, he had a vision, and it didn't take him long to realize it; a loose, wide-sleeved shirt, indecently open at the collar; a cape, to keep warm, of course, rich red and draping generously from a pair of spaulders that did look suspiciously like the golden shoulder plating of the Iron Man; and a pair of boldly tight pants to fit into the much more recognizable red and gold boots, clearly altered for the touch of chivalrous romance to crest almost up to his hips. What he needed was a respectable hat--or a crown, that would probably suit him. Or a reliable steed, naturally, a necessary partner for any proper knight. The kind that couldn't fly, anyway.
He probably wasn't going to find any of those things at the stage, where he leaned up against the platform on his toes to investigate where the music might be coming from, and what instruments he might recognize that seemed to be laying around. Worse than a knight with no horse, a proper band of merrymakers couldn't just be one guy with a lute, so he spun around to find the nearest warm body and said, "Hey. Can you keep time?" A proper, romantic evening didn't pass quietly, but with a raucous party, and this jangling music wasn't going to be getting anybody dancing or embarrassing themselves before the court. They'd hardly have anything to gossip about in the morrow without some encouragement.
WHERE: The Temba Rain Fare!
WHAT: Just Tony enjoying the festival a very normal amount. He's definitely a romantic. In the Arthurian sense.
WHEN: Throughout the event
WARNINGS: Nothing.........so far.
a. Crafting [OTA! Let Tony help you with the forge, help him with the costumes]
This kind of felt like a Billy thing. Enough so that Tony almost had a text composed as he approached the sudden fairground suspiciously, ready to ask if the kid was going through some new thing and stop this from getting out of hand. It was a bird darting through one of the weirdly still figures, making it flicker and distort, that gave Tony pause. A projection? More confidently then, faced with at least a little science and less magic, he made his way closer, circling around to try to search for the source of this pantomime and coming upon not any kind of projector, but the telltale Agrii writing. He had to raise his hand, then reluctantly slap it down onto the side of one of the tents to confirm that this part was, indeed, solid. The food did smell very real, enough to make his stomach grumble with longing, but after following his nose he stopped short of a booth with invitingly sizzling meat on display, rubbing anxiously at his chest then glancing around for any indication that eating this random, alluring food wasn't a terrible idea. Either this was some kind of trap, or what was on offer was a threat to his sobriety if this was anything like the Agrii's other parties, and lingering here any longer was just punishing himself.
Nothing else that Tony found in his slinking around the fairground seemed quite as much like some kind of trickery. It looked like games, and maybe some engineering he didn't exactly trust, but not because he expected it to be an intentional deception. In fact, the more he investigated, the more he felt at ease, even casually twirling a sword that he risked picking up and carrying away from its display by the time he came to consider what was undoubtedly a rustic forge. He probably still wasn't going to risk eating anything, but someone had to find out what all of these materials were, and he was willing to make that sacrifice. After all, maybe the best way to get the Agrii's attention and succeed at this game they were playing, was to sometimes, maybe, play along. Be a little enthusiastic. Making sure everyone was properly outfitted to play at knights and princesses was entirely a tactical move.
b. Courting [for Rufus and Reeve]
Handling other people's emotions was much more uncomfortable than handling a live wire. Tony knew what he would get if he fumbled one of those, and knew that he would survive it. What he was very good at, and what he would insist was a perfectly valid way of ignoring having emotions at all, was a distraction.
And a distraction was its most effective when you were least prepared for it.
It was Rufus Shinra that received a text, definitely from the username 'Reeve Tuesti'. There couldn't have been any reason to question that, and his friend was clearly in need of help because it simply read, Come over.
After a moment, Reeve seemed to remember how polite he was supposed to be and added, Please.
Immediately.
c. Composing [also OTA, but less productive]
One always had to dress the part, whether it was a suit of armor or a tailored tuxedo. Once Tony had his bearings, he had a vision, and it didn't take him long to realize it; a loose, wide-sleeved shirt, indecently open at the collar; a cape, to keep warm, of course, rich red and draping generously from a pair of spaulders that did look suspiciously like the golden shoulder plating of the Iron Man; and a pair of boldly tight pants to fit into the much more recognizable red and gold boots, clearly altered for the touch of chivalrous romance to crest almost up to his hips. What he needed was a respectable hat--or a crown, that would probably suit him. Or a reliable steed, naturally, a necessary partner for any proper knight. The kind that couldn't fly, anyway.
He probably wasn't going to find any of those things at the stage, where he leaned up against the platform on his toes to investigate where the music might be coming from, and what instruments he might recognize that seemed to be laying around. Worse than a knight with no horse, a proper band of merrymakers couldn't just be one guy with a lute, so he spun around to find the nearest warm body and said, "Hey. Can you keep time?" A proper, romantic evening didn't pass quietly, but with a raucous party, and this jangling music wasn't going to be getting anybody dancing or embarrassing themselves before the court. They'd hardly have anything to gossip about in the morrow without some encouragement.
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