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collectedlogs2020-07-11 02:52 pm
globs) wrote in collectedlogs2020-07-11 02:52 pm
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shinsha time
WHO: Cinnabar and YOU...?!
WHAT: Haunting prompts for Zuko and Wataru, and a general prompt for everyone else...!! Jewel thievery is happening(?).
WHEN: july... somewhere
WHERE: Lighting store / various corner jewelry stores in the mall like J*red's
WARNINGS: none!
[ Despite sticking out like a sore thumb, Cinnabar is remarkably hard to pin down in the mall; they spend most of their time hiding away, and when they're not hiding away, they're actively trying to avoid running into anyone. The repeated explanations are stressful, the stares are stressful, everything is stressful. Back at home, they were only barely beginning to connect with the other gems; now, faced with a bizarre world full of even more bizarre creatures they'd only heard about in legends, they feel like they're back at square one. They continue to tell themself that they just need some time. Time to think; time to rationally consider all their options, and make an educated and informed decision about how to move forward from here.
But it's hard to be rational and think when you're so afraid.
They try to focus on things that are familiar to them, though there are few of them. Lights. Insects. Wooden tables and cotton brushes. They poke through the stores, looking for comfort and answers in equal measure. The jewelry store has neither. It's a graveyard - a bizarre morgue of confusing and depressing fragments - and it makes them wonder more than anything if the Lunarians really are involved, because who else would do something like this? But they strengthen their resolve; they have to do something about this, as a gem. Even if Diamond left, they didn't deserve this...
Cinnabar can be found with what looks like an empty bag of flour in one hand, crunching over the broken glass inside of one of the jewelry stores and peering with a mournful gaze into the display cases. There's not much left in there, but what is left is gently picked up with a gloved hand and put into the bag. Rings, necklaces, brooches - all of it is getting burgled right out there in plain sight. They can even be seen crouching down and looking through the glass on the floor for jewels sometimes, apparently not worried about getting cuut. ]
WHAT: Haunting prompts for Zuko and Wataru, and a general prompt for everyone else...!! Jewel thievery is happening(?).
WHEN: july... somewhere
WHERE: Lighting store / various corner jewelry stores in the mall like J*red's
WARNINGS: none!
[ Despite sticking out like a sore thumb, Cinnabar is remarkably hard to pin down in the mall; they spend most of their time hiding away, and when they're not hiding away, they're actively trying to avoid running into anyone. The repeated explanations are stressful, the stares are stressful, everything is stressful. Back at home, they were only barely beginning to connect with the other gems; now, faced with a bizarre world full of even more bizarre creatures they'd only heard about in legends, they feel like they're back at square one. They continue to tell themself that they just need some time. Time to think; time to rationally consider all their options, and make an educated and informed decision about how to move forward from here.
But it's hard to be rational and think when you're so afraid.
They try to focus on things that are familiar to them, though there are few of them. Lights. Insects. Wooden tables and cotton brushes. They poke through the stores, looking for comfort and answers in equal measure. The jewelry store has neither. It's a graveyard - a bizarre morgue of confusing and depressing fragments - and it makes them wonder more than anything if the Lunarians really are involved, because who else would do something like this? But they strengthen their resolve; they have to do something about this, as a gem. Even if Diamond left, they didn't deserve this...
Cinnabar can be found with what looks like an empty bag of flour in one hand, crunching over the broken glass inside of one of the jewelry stores and peering with a mournful gaze into the display cases. There's not much left in there, but what is left is gently picked up with a gloved hand and put into the bag. Rings, necklaces, brooches - all of it is getting burgled right out there in plain sight. They can even be seen crouching down and looking through the glass on the floor for jewels sometimes, apparently not worried about getting cuut. ]
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Diamond was born on the same day as me. We were raised together... They don't deserve this.
[ as much as they act like they don't remember or care, Cinnabar does both. ]
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[A sparkly person...? He's like a foot away now, peering over, but he'll leave this distance.]
It's quite normal to see diamond necklaces and rings and the like, as the solidified element itself, but if humans were to see it as a person, it wouldn't be the same at all. Are you worried that this may be them...? I doubt that's the case.
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His explanation is basically right, but now they're nervous about the distance between them, and the fact that he's staring at them, and it distracts them; they hunch their shoulders a little more, gaze flicking away shyly to stare at the floor. ]
Why do you doubt it? You don't know anything about this place, either. [ a beat. ] ... Even if this isn't them, I want to hold onto the pieces.
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It's true that I can't guarantee their safety, but logically speaking, most of the parts of this world align with what I'd consider to be my reality. Therefore, I'm inclined to believe that these are normal jewelry, rather than something personified...
It's a bit difficult to explain, but it's ultimately a guess. If it helps you at all, I'm not someone who simply offers well wishes and hopeful comments without thought or reason. It seems more difficult to believe that those jewels were once someone living.
...Regardless, I can understand your desire to collect them. Would you like some help gathering them?
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Of course, they don't voice this. His last question is more important. ]
You'd better not... I don't want to be responsible when you end up hurting yourself. [ they close their eyes, dismissive. ] I'm poisonous to animals like you.
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Ah... I'm not sure that I understand? You're poisonous?
[His first thought is that he also used to be poisonous to those around him, and yet somehow he still has friends and those who help him. Is it like a metaphor, though? Looking at them a bit longer, he wonders if it might not be. For someone who knew a diamond that was a person, are they also... a person while something else?
A poisonous material that's a striking red, then...?]
To the touch?
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[ as usual, explaining it feels shameful... but hurting people would be worse, so they just buckle down and do it, even if it makes them want to crawl into a hole somewhere. Their fingers clench around the bag, leaving some dark stains in the material as they do. ]
I'm a danger to all living things. There's no reason humans would be an exception.
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Breathing the same air as you shouldn't be an issue, then, should it? So long as I refrain from touching you?
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-- Stop staring at me. It's creepy.
[ being scrutinized is not one of their favorite things, and it's obvious in their body language. ]
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[He looks to the side, as if to humor this request, and then looks back again, both hands raised in defense.]
It's just that looking at you doesn't seem harmful. Nor does speaking from this distance. So it must be touch.
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[ embarrassing? Embarrassing. They hold their bag of loot a little closer to their chest. ]