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nexus_crossings2018-11-01 08:16 am
turningcolors) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-11-01 08:16 am
Age Old Advice (Seasonal Post)
A mist has settled over the Nexus this morning.
The fog billows and wisps, keeping destinations hidden from view. Muffling the noise of the plaza, stifling everything into a feeling of bleak isolation. Those who persevere will find a warm orange glow drawing them near. At either end of the Plaza--one near the sprawling parks close to the Wilds and the other closer to the beginnings of the urban sprawl--are two oasis from the creeping cold and mists. Hazel has taken the flame from the bonfire she lit at the Equinox that has burned steadily ever since and spread it out among several torches making up the perimeter of these areas now. The bonfire is long gone, but these two areas remain. When she came into the season she was a roaring blaze. So much to prove. With her place cemented here, she has gotten down to her actual work.
The Autumn spirit is seated on a bench in one of the torch lit circles holding a conversation with a person that's difficult to make out. IN fact, when someone approaches, they will find it's a spirit she is cavorting with. After only a few seconds the figure dissolves into the selfsame mist people have sought out these places to escape from. Hazel turns to her new audience.
"If you could talk to a lost loved one just once more, who would you want to see? What advice would you ask from a loved one deigning to cross the veil to see you?"
((Anyone who chooses to participate may choose to either speak to Hazel in general about the question she's posing or if the player is so inclined Hazel will conjure up the spirit of a lost loved one to speak to your character. Please DM me in DW or discord if you choose to have a loved one appear so we can hash out what you want to do. Curses and Blessings are still available as well. Happy Day of the Dead, folks ;) ))
The fog billows and wisps, keeping destinations hidden from view. Muffling the noise of the plaza, stifling everything into a feeling of bleak isolation. Those who persevere will find a warm orange glow drawing them near. At either end of the Plaza--one near the sprawling parks close to the Wilds and the other closer to the beginnings of the urban sprawl--are two oasis from the creeping cold and mists. Hazel has taken the flame from the bonfire she lit at the Equinox that has burned steadily ever since and spread it out among several torches making up the perimeter of these areas now. The bonfire is long gone, but these two areas remain. When she came into the season she was a roaring blaze. So much to prove. With her place cemented here, she has gotten down to her actual work.
The Autumn spirit is seated on a bench in one of the torch lit circles holding a conversation with a person that's difficult to make out. IN fact, when someone approaches, they will find it's a spirit she is cavorting with. After only a few seconds the figure dissolves into the selfsame mist people have sought out these places to escape from. Hazel turns to her new audience.
"If you could talk to a lost loved one just once more, who would you want to see? What advice would you ask from a loved one deigning to cross the veil to see you?"
((Anyone who chooses to participate may choose to either speak to Hazel in general about the question she's posing or if the player is so inclined Hazel will conjure up the spirit of a lost loved one to speak to your character. Please DM me in DW or discord if you choose to have a loved one appear so we can hash out what you want to do. Curses and Blessings are still available as well. Happy Day of the Dead, folks ;) ))
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Harley doesn't have that bomb in her head anymore.
She is about to say more, when all the torches plume their flames brightly. And she is afraid to breath for a moment, when the smoke creates intricate designs and stylized tattoos. When Hazel directs her attention to the figure, Harley turns and lets out a low hum of of sorrow, but some happiness of seeing her friend.
"Yah... it is..." Harley looks into those two smoldering flames that are eyes. "Heya Chanto. I didn't bother ya, did I?"
Because she was always a nuisance, and it is her first concern.
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"...Breaking th'rules again, aren't you?" Trying to understand how this was possible is a waste of the time he has here. Despite his words, the man doesn't seem to be angry with Harley. Concerned, if anything.
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"Ya know I work best outside the box, Chanto."
She still marks his day of the day with respect. As best as she can.
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Not the kind of thing you expect a criminal to say, but this is coming from a man who sought his own punishment and repentance for the mistakes he made in life. The smoke dances and shifts as this image of Harley's friend drifts closer, somehow nearly making it seem like he's walking.
"What's eating at you?
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She sighs softly. "I just want to be respected. But I don't know if I deserve it..."
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The smoke wisps and billows as Chanto circles Harley at a slow pace, those flickering flame eyes never once leaving her for an instant.
"Did they do th'time? You're the one who has to live with your choices. If you're not doin' it for you, then you might as well be...well. That's no freedom."
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To the beat of her own drum, just like she always has. If people don't understand let them live in confusion and delusion. If people don't celebrate her then so be it. It will not make her actions any less noble or wicked. They will be Her actions either way.
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The smoky wisps of the man Harley knew are beginning to disintegrate into the mists once more. Starting down at his feet, the tips of his hands. This doesn't seem to cause the spirit any trouble. This was only to be a temporary reunion.
"Until then."
Whatever weirdass powers that let him see Harley Quinn again, he's not going to question them. Nor argue when his time is up. His flickering flames track from Harley then toward Hazel and he nods his head in respect before the smoke clears entirely. And with it, El Diablo.
A strange man with a strange spirit. This vexing woman attracts interests sorts to her side, doesn't she?
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"Thanks. For helping me speak to him again."
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Looking like a demon, acting like a martyr. His soul a troubled tangle of emotions that even death could not untie completely. And yet his acceptance for his state of existence belies a maturity she wouldn't have thought by looking at him.
A curious case. A worthwhile endeavor.
"It is for him and his kind that I work tirelessly for on this day. So they are not forgotten or denied respects."
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Imagine wasting up to eight hours of every precious day doing nothing but resting! Her time is so short as it is, no no. Sleep is not a luxury she can afford. Not with how much there is to do. Everything she needs to prepare. When Winter comes then she can sleep. Then she can rest. Her body will need it after being neglected for all this time.
She thinks about it though and then nods to herself.
"Make a donation to a local food bank for me. Someone will eat."
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"We will do introductions next time..." Harley gives Hazel a friendly salute. And walks off to go shopping.