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thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ hsiang penny jiao,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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Who| Everyone, pretty much. Particularly Secret Santa people and those Creuntus is fucking with.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
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He knows all of that, but now it's just as much a burden of Kurloz's as it is his, and having him break the replica would probably be more cathartic for someone filled with so much rage and anger as he has.
The Psiioniic's lips quirk into a small smile, and he twists his wrist so he can cup Kurloz's cheek. "Alright. Let'th thart at the beginning of the alphabet, then."
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He rambles off, muttering, "Adaptive... ACQUIRER... affluent...AR...GUABLY? Alacrity-" He looks up. "NO, NO, THAT AIN'T MOTHERFUCKING RIGHT... analyser..."
The Initiate stops, sighs heavily, and runs a hand through his hair. "THIS IS LIKE AT TO TAKE A LONG DAMN TIME ALL AIN'T IT?" He asks no one in particular.
"Assenter..."
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His hand sneaks up, and he scritches at the base of Kurloz's horn. "Becauthe I think that might be a bit much, honethtly." But his voice is dripping with fondness, and once again he's struck with wonder. He was truly blessed to have a moirail like Kurloz, and he wasn't even someone who really bought into the idea of a Messiah, or some great power who could change his life.
It all felt so much like fate, but he had such a hard time believing that there was someone out there handing him a gift.
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"GOT TO FIND ONE WHAT WORKS. One what all a brother likes," He purrs. "PERHAPS ALL HE COULD GO AT BY OTHER END OF THE LIST..."
The Initiate doesn't have slightest doubt that fate is involved. He of course, is well buried in the belief the Messiahs have bestowed this on him. And he is grateful.