Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out Of Me etc. etc.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Characters passing by the bulletin board may notice a new message tacked to it!]

Drinking party at the bar at 8pm. Under 21 only. Adults will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Fun and games included, party hats optional. Don’t be late!

[Sure enough, there’s a gathering of teens (and maybe some not-so-teens?) to be found in the bar! While the posting mentions this is a teen only event, adults are in fact allowed as long as they are cool. OOCLY please be aware there are going to be teens drinking alcohol and possibly smoking! Also additionally, please let the teens/players have fun; again, adults are allowed but only if they’re cool enough to play along without snitching them out!

All party game top levels are going to be made under Ahito’s account but please assume ICly that Akira instigated/explained them! Once the game toplevels are up you can also post your own toplevels to mingle freely if you like IDK IT’S A PARTY HAVE FUN]

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[leewards]

[Ithaqua just waves, a wide toothy, fangy grin on his face, as he heads back to report to Day.]

semi-here

[impacter]

[A better reponse than he was expecting, tbh. His eyes don't leave Robin for the whole exchange, a neutral that doesn't waver.

It makes sense, why Robin hates the act so much. Were he to have caught something like that with such eregious consequences, he would not have been proud of his own kind, just like he had not always been proud of the cycles they shoved themselves through, of peace and war, of well intentions never being enough to stave off the evil for long. Like the ebb and flow of the ocean, kind in moments and horrifying in others.

But no thing, no man, no god above, could control the ocean. Not its rocking, nor its depth, nor its capabilities, nor its possibilities. Not the way it could help, nor the way it could swell and rage and destroy. A complicated balance.

It's regretable, to see the consequences. And if Robin's regrets stemmed from what he'd chosen to do on receiving this information, he doesn't wish to pluck up the blame for remnants of humanity needing to answer for their actions.

But empathy does not always beget mercy. And his look from across the room, though not issuing a challenge, not betraying spite, still stays firm in the viewpoint Robin knows he also holds.

He would still stand with them, if it came down to it. If it came to war, if it came to blows in retaliation and rage. He is not their protector, but he would still yank the muzzle of the beast if it snapped too hard.]

[lighthaus]

[ wait. ]

...you're all from the same mother?

[chronosynthesis]

Yes, that is right. We Sylvari don't actually have a father as you would know it, as the Pale Tree can propagate on her own. We call her Mother.

[lighthaus]

...you're a tree?

[ this isn't entirely out of left field for him but also.

what. ]

[chronosynthesis]

Ah... [He shakes his head.] Our mother is a tree, but it would be more right to say we Sylvari are her "fruit".

[Which is still a plant.]

[foresightis2020]

I'd like to believe that we are, yes.

[ Jing Yuan is no coward, though the expression on his face is thoughtful, with words that are admittedly a bit seriously spoken. But as Robin keeps talking, it suddenly becomes clear that the intention of Solomon's actions are twofold. How does he feel about being used as a vehicle to facilitate whatever disagreement between the both of them that seems to have transpired in the last few hours. Maybe more? To that, in which, he feels kind of conflicted about. Maybe it is less conflicted, and more something entirely surprisingly but startingly, yet starkly unpleasant.

Well, whatever the case, this rant, though directed at him, is also for certain intended for Solomon as well. But first, he will address this properly before walking away, since that seems quite irresponsible otherwise.

And so, he rises. ]

It appears that whatever disagreement has started between the two of you I have been made more aware by my unknowing participation in it as a result of what I presumed to be a harmless round of a game.

Be it as it may, I have no reason to follow up on obtaining alcohol from you; only that it was required to ask it of you.

For whatever occurrences have transpired as a result of the circumstances of your reawakening, I can only say that they are indeed nothing less than despicable. I have no intentions of making light of such matters, as the actions of those who have worshipped you so fiercely were nothing short of diabolical.

...That being said, if Solomon's intention was to conjure a rise out of you, it appears that he is succeeding in spades.

And from this I certainly do not intend to play anymore part in it. My apologies for that, at the very least.

[ From this, it seems straightforward; this is a discussion involving bad people doing terrible things, and less about the eradication of humanity or humans as a whole. Even so, Jing Yuan doesn't think it's really reasonable to ruffle feathers to this extent, though while he is an observant man, he can't account for every action or conversation thread in the party either. ]

[lighthaus]

[ blink. ]

I see.

[ god hit him with this in the tower and he'd take it in stride but this is reminding him of how long it's been since he's left. don't mind him taking a look to see what sylvaria is drinking if he is. ]

Does your mother have limbs like you?

[lighthaus]

Out of each country: who do you like the most, and why?

2/2

[foresightis2020]

[ Following whatever that entails, Jing Yuan will make his return, heaving a little sigh. What a way for a game to continue transpiring.

Did things really have to end up that way? ]

I have completed your request, dear Solomon.

I trust that you have enjoyed that sight, no? It must have pleased you immensely in a variety of respects. Have you had the opportunity, however, to ponder the potential ramifications of your actions?

Are you sated, Solomon? I suppose, in the end, I ended up being used as a piece for your argument.

To that I ask:

Why did you think that was necessary?

[1145pm]

[ Oh! You know what? A delightful little surprise, and he isn't going to question what about he said led to this.

Perfectly comfortable in Aguero's hold, he gives a little cheeky grin. ]

So is it my time to claim ownership over you?

[ He remembers what was said after he came back from the North— ]

[chronosynthesis]

[It's just normal alcohol, probably wine that hasn't even hit halfway down.]

In a sense. Her physical form is a tree but she projects an avatar that resembles Sylvari. [He gestures to himself.] It makes her easier to talk to, both for us and for visiting dignitaries.

But her avatar can't leave her chamber, so although she has hands to hold and feet to walk, she cannot wander. We bring our stories back to her instead.

[1145pm]

[ Ahhh!!! All the crimes he would commit for that smile...

But for now, the one crime he'll commit is PDA in front of the whole manor by wrapping his arms around him. ]

That's a coincidence, because I like spending the night in yours...

[ hehe ]

[1145pm]

Why is everyone forbidding me from asking Khun for any help?

[ Is he actually clueless? That will have to remain a mystery, since Tatara twirls off without giving Ithaqua the chance to reply.

He hums to himself, not bothered by the supposed humiliation (?), and begins stepping through the bar...

Bye, North cryptid! Maybe he'll come twirling back this way eventually. ]

[troublereduction]

[ Day is overhearing this and internally wondering what the fuck are the grandpas doing as he decides he is still too sober for this.

...He has more sympathy for Robin here, though. ]

[lighthaus]

[ he relaxes his grip and switches to how he was before, still holding his boyfriend close. ]

How are you going to do that? [ his eyes are sharp but curious. ]

[impacter]

[He doesn't look pleased in the slightest, despite his smile. It's only when Jing Yuan gets within earshot that his eyes finally soften, volume quiet.]

It wasn't necessary. Had I know he was going to react quite like that, I would not have sent you to begin with.

[He genuinely meant for a rise, nothing more. Oh well. He can't take it back now.]

Your points to him echo my own, Jing Yuan. But you really were meant to be a participant in a simple game, not an unwilling spokesman to our greviances beyond it... and I wasn't expecting you to use my name so brashly.

I'm sorry. I have no desire to use you as a pawn. [...] I'll handle his poison. For now... just do not ask me to choose for you again.

[leewards]

[Oop, well, bye, sage. Ithaqua is just going to give him a wave.]

[lighthaus]

[ and then of course he has to loop his own arms lightly around his boyfriend's waist. ]

A coincidence? I think I'd call it a miracle.

I hadn't let anyone see me sleeping since I was- [ he gestures lazily given their positioning, but the implication since he was smol is clear. ] until you came along.

[fellheart]

I've requested he avoid such overwrought methods of address in the past. I didn't think I would need to justify the reasons why, if he had any modicum of courtesy or respect. If he wonders why he can't seem to get on with others, then perhaps he should look no further than how he callously thinks himself above the boundaries others would set as he so pleases.

That he drags others into the games he plays without giving them due warning is more proof of the same self-involvement that grates at me.

[ her eyes are flashing, but she recognizes that jy is merely an unwitting instrument, and that the tool (in the other sense of the word) here is solomon. ugh. ]

If you would seek to court him, then perhaps you might think to temper that particular habit of his.

[chronosynthesis]

[Truth, huh... Syrlya props his chin on his hand as he thinks.]

What spell has been your favorite to learn?

[Maybe that's too polite gor the spirit of the game, but it's genuine.]

[fellheart]

[ you ever just wake up, count things out, and realize that most of the biggest and shittiest things that happened during your lifespan were indirectly because of you?

she's too sober for this. ]

[dyingtohealyou]

[Understandable Robin he hopes you have a better day.]

[chronosynthesis]

[Cid is bold, daring. Syrlya is running through options in his head that aren't too destructive or humiliating because he's too polite.]

How about: I dare you to speak in the highest pitch possible for five minutes.

[shadowkin]

[His eyebrow pops up. What a polite dare, but then, perhaps this is simply a polite plant.]

Let's see... it has to be a pitch you can hear, right?

[He's a Westie so this could get a bit high but also he has no idea how plant ears work. This guy definitely has ears but what's his hearing range?? Let's start with helium balloon pitch...?]

^{How 'bout this? Should I go higher}??