asgardmods: (TOSSHI // bright water)
ᴀsɢᴀʀᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ❧ mod account ([personal profile] asgardmods) wrote in [community profile] asgardmeridiem2013-02-25 11:56 pm

[OPEN] Love Me, Love Me Not

Who: EVERYONE
What: candy hearts event!
When: Day 226 (Feb 26-27)
Where: everywhere!
Rating: PG-13 for kissing and punching and things. Take anything higher to a private log please!

[In the middle of the night (or rather the early, early morning), there's a sound somewhat like falling hail. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and is followed by the howl of a single big gust of wind that seems to get through the cracks of windows and doors no matter how well closed or locked they were.

It seems the rain was a shower of candy hearts, and they'll be cropping up all over the place all day!

What could this possibly mean?]



[ooc note: please make sure to include your character's location(s) and [OPEN/CLOSED] in the subject line, and any prefs (no kisses/only negative hearts/etc) somewhere in your top level comment!]
alternia_strength: (eheh)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-03-17 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
An excellent idea. This city requires far more archers than it already has. I really must ... ugh, there are so many jobs and only two hands to work with.

...I should make myself another set of hands.
caduuceus: (Yes... well...>u>)

[personal profile] caduuceus 2013-03-18 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm perhaps, but carefUl how yoU go aboUt that, love; oUt of control sentience can be a right mess."

"Firearms are more of my forte, bUt if it is extra help yoU reqUire, I woUld be happy to offer my assistance."
alternia_strength: (Growl)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-03-19 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Sentience? No, I mean fashion a harness and affix some extra arms to my back. where could that possibly go wrong?

[Doc Oc?]

Of course, robotics do not seem to work properly here. It is all so crude.
caduuceus: (that is a pickle!)

[personal profile] caduuceus 2013-03-22 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I see. YoU mean to make an assisting management and storage device."

[She may consider drawing him that way.]

"I had a few aqUaintances back home who were rather skilled in the robotics department; A pity they are not here. About how many additional were yoU debating on?"
alternia_strength: (Growl)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-03-23 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Something like that, if I were to attempt the feet. It certainly seems like an option that has some value and merit.

In terms of numbers? Legion. Why stop because I've made a few? There is a war coming, and we require cannon fodder at the very least.
caduuceus: (passive)

[personal profile] caduuceus 2013-03-27 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is true, a coUple of decoys coUld prove UsefUl in the right sitUation, if nothing else."

[She regards the highbloog once more, with a newfound respect.]

"YoU are fUll of ideas, good sir! I can see now why yoU have woUnd Up in the hoUse of Freyr."
alternia_strength: (Riiight)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-03-28 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Decoys? [He actually sounded a little affronted.] My constructions are meant to be artillery pieces, not mere decoys. However, I will indeed prove my merits to the house.
caduuceus: (sUpportive)

[personal profile] caduuceus 2013-03-31 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"All the better, then! I may not be a trUe fighter, bUt I'll do my part to prove my own worth."

[Taking up her broom again, Calliope finishes off the small path she has been working on.]

"I wish yoU the best of lUck with yoUr endeavors."
alternia_strength: (Ummm?)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-03-31 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
And I you in this. We should speak again in the future.

[He set the broom on his shoulder and looked off into the path before nodding in satisfaction.]

In the meantime, i believe we have, for now, escaped their games.

[crunch... shit. Had he just stepped backwards? What color?]
caduuceus: (snarky)

[personal profile] caduuceus 2013-03-31 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, it appears we have."

[She smiles with her own brand of approval]

"I shoUld like that very mUch. We are on the same team now after all."
alternia_strength: (Bashful)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-03-31 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
We were not originally on the same ...

[mmmmph! Yeah, he'd definitely stepped on something, because as she turned towards him, his clawed hands were reaching for her shoulders to grip and pull her in.

It wasn't a hug he was going for. Did Calliope ever want to kiss a troll?]
caduuceus: (embarrassment)

[personal profile] caduuceus 2013-03-31 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well I didn't want to assUm--!!"

[What is he--? Oh. Oh
With the candy's curse exposed and the additional shock of her exposed face no longer plaguing her, Calliope is a lot more prepared for the kiss this time, slightly parting her mouth so their fangs don't gnash painfully.
Not to say she isn't blushing twice as furiously now that she actually knows this individual better.
What else is there to do but kiss back? The cherub returns the kiss for a moment, slightly pulling back and nervously tapping her finger on his shoulder to snap him out of it.]


"MmmqUiUs--?"
alternia_strength: (hmmm)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-04-01 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
...
...
...

What did I just do?

[He's still leaning right up in front of her, cheeks brilliant blue and sweat dripping from his forehead.]
caduuceus: (shrUg)

[personal profile] caduuceus 2013-04-04 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"N-nothing of conseqUence."

[All she can do is stare back at him for the moment, the spirals of her cheeks near invisible from the multitude of blush by this point.]

"Anywho, Um."

[She pulls out a small pocket handkerchief and dabs the sweat from his brow]

"It has been a pleasUre as always."
alternia_strength: (Bashful)

[personal profile] alternia_strength 2013-04-04 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
A... pleasure, yes. we should part company before these hearts make this even more shameful and inappropriate. [A cough and a glance to the side.]

I ... will be on my way then.

[And with a desperate look, he started to pick his way through the hearts, glancing back occasionally, confused and a touch distressed. Damned god games.]