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nexus_crossings2018-09-22 08:16 am
turningcolors) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-09-22 08:16 am
The clock chimes. It is My Time.
It's a blustery day in the Nexus. A crisp bite has sunk its chill into the breezes as they whip up and die down all across the plaza. Up until only days ago the weather had been oppressively sunny and hot with the grass and trees in full summer green thanks to a certain someone's influence over the place but That. Ends. Today.
Leaves are drying out and scattering all over the plaza today and every tree is in a full myriad of fall colors. Brilliant scarlets, fiery oranges, glowing golds, and soft browns absolutely cover every inch of flora in the Nexus. What were before lush grasses have gone lean and a light brown, bushes have begin to lose their bulk and show off more and more of their twisting skeleton vines and branches. Flowers have died and been replaced by fruits or seed pods ready and waiting to scatter. Acorns roll in time with the dancing leaves across the walkways. The sky has turned a silvery grey though now and again the sun pokes out to warm the area again and bring an even brighter tone to the colors simply everywhere in the Nexus.
In the center of the plaza is Hazel Tasker. While she may be dressed in a red skirt and dark leggings with a sweater pulled on there's nothing Ordinary about her actual appearance. Her skin has taken on a deathly pale hue, nearly alabaster. It makes her hair stand out even more, a thrumming pulse of shifting color in the same reds, oranges, and golds of the leaves around her. Her green eyes are too quick to lock on to anyone who meets her gaze, her smile too sharp to be altogether human. A great pile of wood sits at her back, ready to make a considerably large bonfire once the day draws to an end. It will be lit then and the colors of the fire are her own as well. There will be music and dance and food to be had.
Until then she has all manner of food spread out before her. Planked fish and stripped meats drying to jerky, large pots full of canning equipment set to boil and sterilize while even more work to turning fresh fruit to jams and preserves and fresh vegetables to pickle or preserve all being manned by intrigued volunteers eager to learn how to prepare for the coming winter. To the first person who catches her eye, Hazel turns that smile their way. She has a question to ask after all.
"In a survival situation what's the one thing you'd never go without?"
[Feel free to tag in assuming it's either day or night when the bonfire is lit as there is no difference to the RP aside from setting flavor text. Also of note now that it is Autumn officially Hazel has a list of curses and blessings she can bestow on characters at a player's choosing or if they piss her off. Have fun and DM me if you have questions!]
Leaves are drying out and scattering all over the plaza today and every tree is in a full myriad of fall colors. Brilliant scarlets, fiery oranges, glowing golds, and soft browns absolutely cover every inch of flora in the Nexus. What were before lush grasses have gone lean and a light brown, bushes have begin to lose their bulk and show off more and more of their twisting skeleton vines and branches. Flowers have died and been replaced by fruits or seed pods ready and waiting to scatter. Acorns roll in time with the dancing leaves across the walkways. The sky has turned a silvery grey though now and again the sun pokes out to warm the area again and bring an even brighter tone to the colors simply everywhere in the Nexus.
In the center of the plaza is Hazel Tasker. While she may be dressed in a red skirt and dark leggings with a sweater pulled on there's nothing Ordinary about her actual appearance. Her skin has taken on a deathly pale hue, nearly alabaster. It makes her hair stand out even more, a thrumming pulse of shifting color in the same reds, oranges, and golds of the leaves around her. Her green eyes are too quick to lock on to anyone who meets her gaze, her smile too sharp to be altogether human. A great pile of wood sits at her back, ready to make a considerably large bonfire once the day draws to an end. It will be lit then and the colors of the fire are her own as well. There will be music and dance and food to be had.
Until then she has all manner of food spread out before her. Planked fish and stripped meats drying to jerky, large pots full of canning equipment set to boil and sterilize while even more work to turning fresh fruit to jams and preserves and fresh vegetables to pickle or preserve all being manned by intrigued volunteers eager to learn how to prepare for the coming winter. To the first person who catches her eye, Hazel turns that smile their way. She has a question to ask after all.
"In a survival situation what's the one thing you'd never go without?"
[Feel free to tag in assuming it's either day or night when the bonfire is lit as there is no difference to the RP aside from setting flavor text. Also of note now that it is Autumn officially Hazel has a list of curses and blessings she can bestow on characters at a player's choosing or if they piss her off. Have fun and DM me if you have questions!]
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The spirit turns her head back toward the work to be done and the bonfire that needs to be lit now that the sun is dropping. They'll all be cold without the heat of the fire. Well, most of them.
"You may come seek me here as you will. I have much to do."
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Hazel's grin is back in full force now that work is once again in the forefront of her mind.
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This suits Hazel just fine. One less person to be giving lessons to means she's free to focus on all the other work that needs to be done in preparation for Winter.