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[calmomile]

OPEN SEASON

@derecho

18 / female / hetero / 4 ♣

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My Self-Summary

Weather witch temping as a wage slave. Spoilers: it sucks.

My Future Plans

Maybe start up some studies between distractions. Academic minutae — real dry, you probably wouldn't get it.

My Talents

Baking, making it rain (not the money kind), cutting deals with spirits. Gardening, too.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Relaxed music, I guess.... you know, like acoustic guitar. The stuff they put on in coffee shops for background noise. What else? Uh. I like fresh fruit and don't care for spicy food all that much?
Books and movies are whatever. I'll read/watch it if it's not boring me to tears in the first ten minutes.

My Ideal Partner

No comment.

Height
5'2" / 157cm Body Type
Petite Smokes
Occasionally Drinks
Occasionally Drugs
Nah Sign
Stop (Capricorn) Education
Undergrad Occupation
Witch Income
Questionable Children
none Pets
Familiars Hobbies
Stress baking

 

 

 

 

 

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

NINJAS

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

The Architect
INTJ-A

 

ENERGY

64%

introverted

MIND

53%

intuitive

NATURE

81%

thinking

TACTICS

68%

judging

IDENTITY

93%

assertive

personality test.

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Comments

sometime after the maintenance adventure!!

[survivaltricks]

[even with the perspective of hindsight making him realize that soooome of his actions that day, lost in the spooky basement of the resort's maintenance area as they had been, had been encouraged by Cupid's arrow. . . Akira thinks-- we still had a pretty nice time, didn't we?]

[and he still thinks she is charming. and fun! and. . . someone he would really like to get to know better. and so, if he doesn't hear from her for a few days after their adventure, Mayou is going to get a li'l test!]

joker to cirrus. joker to cirrus.

we have another mission.

[do they]

👀👀👀 1/3

[calmomile]

[ ...oh shit ]

2/3

[calmomile]

✔ Read • 11:24 AM

3/3 she's so embarrassing

[calmomile]

[ Okay. Yeah. So she might have left him on read for a while, but in her defense, a solid chunk of that time was spent typing, deleting, and retyping a reply. This isn't just anyone, here. This is the Cute Boy she smooched while high as balls on stupid cherub arrow drugs! It's very serious!!!!
On her end, Mayou's leg bounces restlessly while racking her brain, frowning down at her device. She can't just say whatever. It has to be something cool, but not rude... somewhere in that sweet spot goldilocks zone in between. ]

you still owe me hazard pay for the last mission

[ Nailed it. ]

I LOVE HERRRRR

[survivaltricks]

[he does briefly wonder, after he sees the read notification, if she really is ignoring him. sure, he can acknowledge that things might be a bit. . . awkward. . . all things considered. but not that awkward, right? he wasn't a bad kisser. . . right??]

[he vaguely considers sending another message just to check (wait, wouldn't that sound desperate), but then-- ping! there's his reply]

[he grins]

i do, don't i?

have you thought that maybe our next mission is related?

[calmomile]

[ !!!! Now he has her attention! ]

oh? what did you have lined up this time?

[survivaltricks]

hey now. isn't the surprise half the fun?

[. . .]

are you free this evening?

[calmomile]

i am now.

should i bring anything? other than 'myself' obviously

[survivaltricks]

[uuuuh good question!! there's a pause before his reply]

no. just bring yourself.

meet me in the lobby in twenty minutes?

[calmomile]

mysterious...

lobby in twenty minutes. got it.

[survivaltricks]

[his heart flutters a bit at her response. good. . . awkward as things may be (hopefully not too awkward) he is glad that they aren't so bad that she would ignore his invitation]

see you soon, cirrus.

[and, as promised! twenty minutes later, Akira can be found hanging out in the lobby, head bowed and shoulders hunched as he taps at his watch with no particular goal in mind. he is just trying to pass the time as he waits for Mayou]

[calmomile]

[ Leaaaaaaaans over his shoulder... ]

Having fun?

[ MAYOU JUMPSCARE. She's a whole lot less handsy this time around, but that doesn't mean she can't still get the same effect with sheer force of personality alone. She looks about the same as usual though; scarf, comfy sweater, jeans, ankle boots, the everyday ensemble that doesn't give away her agonized flip-flopping whether dressing up would be Too Much or if this accessory or that accessory would be Très Gauche.

It takes serious effort to look this effortless!!! ]

[survivaltricks]

[MAYOU JUMPSCARE-- Akira does start a bit when he hears that voice, though he settles quickly, an amused smile curving up his lips as he lets out a huffed laugh]

I wasn't before. But now that you're here. . .

[CHEESY]

[he is clad in something fashionably casual. a nice blazer with a t-shirt underneath and denim pants that cling to the curves of his legs]

[calmomile]

[ So! Cheesy! Too bad it's just the right amount of ridiculous to make Mayou reflexively avert her gaze, valiantly pretending she isn't concealing a stupid smile under her scarf or that she hasn't been checking him out on the sly.
Looking at those stylish jeans....... yeah, okay, she can understand why her previous self went straight for his rear pocket with zero hesitation. Sure doesn't make her any less Incredibly Fucking Mortified now that her rational mind is back in the driver's seat, but she gets it. ]

Is that right?

[ Her eyes drift back to him even if she keeps her head tilted away — lazily speculative, like a curious cat. ]

Interesting. To think this "mission" hasn't even started yet... maybe I should be angling for a larger share of the loot if that's the case.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . it's cute, how she pretends not to look, gaze flickering towards him even as her head is tilted away. any concerns he may have had about things being too awkward wash away as his fingers dip into his pockets]

At least wait until you find out what the actual score is, huh?

[amused, he starts making his way towards. . . the elevators!]

I already think your planned share is pretty generous.

[calmomile]

[ w h y
He's driving her crazy with this ambiguous 'score' and 'shares' talk. Mayou just sighs — why must he torture her like this? — trailing along in his wake with hands stuffed in her sweater pockets, nose tucked into her scarf. ]

Still keeping the intel under wraps, huh...

[ While they wait for the elevator to arrive, the relaxed posture of hers suggests: why no, she isn't at all impatient, and positively not twisting herself into knots internally with curiosity. Perish the thought. ]

I'm sure you realize all this buildup is just raising my expectations.

[survivaltricks]

I like raising the bar for myself.

[Akira. . .]

But all joking aside, I do think you'll like it.

[or. . . well. he hopes she likes it, and yes he does feel a bit nervous that she won't, even if he isn't showing it. because truthfully? the "mission" he has planned doesn't involve mischief of thievery at all. that may have just been a clever ruse!! so what does he really have planned?]

[. . . hm!]

[either way, he slips into the elevator and immediately presses the button for the top floor, where the Cloud-Dwelling Garden is]

[calmomile]

[ The jazzy elevator music piped over the intercom threatens to drown out the muffled noise of surprise Mayou makes. Of all the places she'd imagined they'd skulk around, her favorite hangout spot wasn't even on her radar. ]

I mean... full disclosure; I was expecting another spelunking expedition. This is already way, way better.

[ Akira continues to be wildly unpredictable, as usual. Maybe there's the slightest, tiniest, barest edge of a smile hiding behind that scarf of hers where she's leaning against the railing with her elbows propped against the burnished brass.
What are you up to, Joker? ]

[survivaltricks]

[he remembers! he took notes! even under Cupid's influence, he knew to pay attention! the elevator jostles them both slightly as it begins it ascent to the top floor, and Akira leans his back against the wall, hands still resting in his pockets]

I think so, too. [a beat. and then, casually] Not that exploring the basement wasn't exciting, but I thought maybe we'd try somewhere. . . nicer, this time.

[calmomile]

Nicer, brighter, less rusty, ponds with fish instead of suspicious slime...

[ Her weight rocks forward just as the elevator reaches the top floor with a cheerful chime, pivoting on the threshold of the opening doors so she can amble along backwards into the green grass with 100% confidence of her footing.
Naturally, there's some teasing in Akira's immediate future — it wouldn't be Mayou if she didn't poke a little fun at him now and then. ]

Holding hands is bound to be way cuter up here where I can see you properly.









[ you know. for the mission. ]

[survivaltricks]

[Akira likes her teasing! Mayou's wit and sense of humor were all part of what drew him to her, after all. she wouldn't be Cirrus if she weren't a bit cheeky, right?]

[she exits the elevator first, and amusement dances in Akira's eyes, sparkling with affection, as he follows]

Ah. Right. We might get lost in the spooky plant forest if we're not holding hands. Good thinking, Cirrus.

[FOR THE MISSION!!!]

Give me two seconds, first--

[two seconds for him to. . . duck to the side of the path, where a totally inconspicuous picnic basket and blanket are waiting for them. hm. he may have done some prep work in advance]

[calmomile]

[ Oh?

Oh???????? ]

Is that — ?

[ It IS! Gasp! Funnily enough, Mayou's never had a picnic with anyone before. Not a proper one, anyway; the whole basket, blanket, and another whole-ass human requirements were somewhat inconvenient back home. It's all she can do not to hide her face in her hands when that weird heart-squeezy feeling returns. Hell, she barely manages to stave off the urge at all by locking her hands together at the small of her back in a bid to maintain her detached attitude.

Nope. Not reading into it. It'll go away if she ignores it for long enough. ]

...someone's been busy. [ Colour her impressed. (Relationship rank up! ♪♪♪) ] You're just full of surprises, aren't you?

[survivaltricks]

[will it, Mayou. will it!1]

I try.

[he says with a sly li'l smile, before he holds his arm out to her]

Shall we, then?

[find a nice place on the grass, between mysterious and ethereal plants, to spread out their picnic?]

[calmomile]

[ It damn well better because it'll be a BIG PROBLEM if it doesn't!!!! ]

Yeah. I think I know a spot.

[ Not only does Mayou loosely tuck her arm in his like some classy old-timey lady, but she wordlessly snags the blanket out of his arms while she's at it. Leaving Akira to carry everything just isn't her style.
As for the place she has in mind? Tucked in a corner behind the hedge maze is a sheltered little nook Mayou's taken to hiding in when she needs a break from the Peacock's hustle and bustle. "Sunlight", green grass, the spreading branches of a tree within the maze growing over the hedge wall juuust enough to offer dappled shade, it's everything one could need for a productive nap.

Or in this case, a productive picnic! ]

You're sworn to secrecy, okay? [ She gives his arm a squeeze, shaking out the blanket she's commandeered with a brisk, businesslike snapping motion. ] No tattling. Seriously... it's like, the one place I've found that's reliably quiet in this place.

[survivaltricks]

[oho! of course she knows a spot. then he chose well, didn't he?]

Then by all means, lead the way.

[and Akira had been perfectly ready to carry their picnic supplies all the way to their destination!1 but when Mayou grabs at the basket, he releases it without much complaint. he too loops his arm around his partner's, linking them elbow-to-elbow as they walk. it feels nice to do this without the push of Cupid's arrow egging him on. . . to enjoy her company on his own terms, without the hearts influencing how he feels]

[he lets Mayou take the lead, of course, and once they reach their destination? a low, impressed whistle tumbles from his lips, before he lifts a finger to his smile with a wink]

There's no better secret-keeper out there than a thief. Trust me.