XANADU OPERA TIME | ALL INVITED

[shall_yield_us]

WHEN: Jan. 15 | the Xanadu gardens.
CHARACTERS: Everyone.
SUMMARY: we interrupt your regular Xanadu viewing for the following special reminder: ...the visit ain't over til the bloody plant sings.

That's right: our green belle been giving rather obnoxious titillating performances in Xanadu, to what can only be the... enjoyment... of certain Citizens. Adding injury to insult, it's quite possible that a couple of residents have also captured the plant's tune on film, and now the video's been turned into a network viral phenomenon!

But as Citizens surely know, every grand artist needs a doting live audience: come get dibs on more plant footage? Save someone from its evil clutches? Help a poor soul that's got lost in the gardens' great expanse? Get the plant to sign with your talent agency? Embark on a mystical quest to get it to shut up?

Just put your chlorophyll-tinted glasses on, and anything is possible.


[ ooc: Find whatever excuse to throw your character in Xanadu, tag someone new, and all around: GET IN HERE. Just as a note: hearing the plant is definitely optional, so please don't think it's an overwhelming sound that'd keep your character up at night or some such. It's just a log prompt. XD ]

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[shall_yield_us]

Normally, I'd ask you to very please do beg, if you've questions, but... you don't look the begging sort. No. Not at all.

[ Siiiigh. He frowns as one of the metal pieces bends a plant tendril poorly, making the braid a little loose on one side. ]

The reason why is 'whim.' As for the 'how,' that's...

[ A smile. ]

Why, I believe the traditional answer is, magic.

[nohometown]

You're correct in your assessment of my character.

[He never begs, it's true.

He also doesn't see how it's difficult to follow that "logic", such as it is.]

Whim is a concept I'm familiar with. [This from a most unwhimsical man.] And I'm well acquainted with the magic of my own world.

[othersdie]

[And the obvious follow-up, of course, is--]

Why?

[othersdie]

Then thank you, Frau.

[shall_yield_us]

[ Light laughter, the perfect accessory to pretending you don't catch a poor boy's meaning. ]

Because you work with more strands of hair, darling.

[shall_yield_us]

[ The ease with which the answer seems to be accepted bothers him enough to mutter. ]

It isn't magic. And rank... rank, rank, rank, your rank should mean you'd well learn to rid yourself of whims. Like a sick man does of leprosy. Or, well. Tries.

[ One of the plant's tentacles squirms in the braid, almost ripping free. A metal piece bats it down. Oh, what bother. ]

Come to catch the greenery at its finest hour, General?

[nohometown]

That may be a matter of semantics. There are some in my world who argue that what we call "magic" is instead natural phenomena not yet explained by science. In my opinion, if people call it magic, the term may stand as common usage.

[He's discussed that very matter with a scientist he knows.]

What would you call it, if not magic?

I didn't say I have whims. I said I'm familiar with the concept.

[Sephiroth turns to regard the greenery himself. He's considering obliterating the plant, as it strikes him as a threat to public safety.]

You might say that.

[shall_yield_us]

You have word games and word magic and word-willed contracts and your very authority stands on a word - but you think little of semantics? Ah.

[ His attention leaves the tentacles completely. They keep at their work, if far more erratically. ]

I have no name to give it. Obedience? There. Now I do have a name for it.

[ There're reasons he hasn't turned to face Sephiroth head on before.

...and not the least of them is that this abysmal frail and girlyish body doesn't give him the standing to stare the other down. Irritating, how he must now strain to look up. ]

But you'll have no more from me until you tell me about the... state of Shinra and city of SOLDIER, was it?


[ .......of course he never forgot about that. ]

[deadly_legacy]

[Yes, this draws Euphie's attention away from the other strange thing rather handily.] Ah...

Are you all right? Were you attacked? [She steps forward. Should she pull it off?]

[deadly_legacy]

[How disappointing.] Maybe one of each?

[nohometown]

I said it's a matter of semantics. Not that they don't matter. An important distinction. I was discussing them, no more.

[Rosiel is a little frustrating to speak to, but Sephiroth soldiers on, so to speak.]

My authority at home is not based on a word. [He doesn't elaborate, as it's a complicated matter.]

Obedience, I see. [He accepts this name for it. He doesn't give any impression of considering it important that Rosiel is slighter or shorter as he regards him.]

ShinRa is a corporation, and SOLDIER is a military organization.

[deadly_legacy]

[She continues to smile since he is and because of his slightly confused reply.]

You do seem to know a lot about them. Good luck.

[negativegate]

Huh? Are you calling me a liar?

[a_parting_word]

I'm telling you whoever said... monsters don't care lied. If it's alive, it can hurt. If it hurts, it cares. It's that simple.

[a_parting_word]

[ ...all the plant kissy noises, all the time. ]

No, it's... I'm not entirely sure what it wants.


[ Love and devotion. And a diamond ring. ]

[deadly_legacy]

[Plant kissy noises sound a lot like brain sucking noises! ...Not that she would know what either sound like, nor is his brain in his leg...probably.]

Do you need some help?

[shall_yield_us]

[ He frowns slightly.

...a corporation with the reasons and finances to fund their very own legion. A group that means to assume dictatorship, maybe? Interesting. And the man who'll work for such an institution is also -- interesting. ]

Then you're the... leader of a private armed faction. So, really. Hardly a general at all. Correct?

[a_parting_word]

[ There's something about a woman touching his leg that's a little -

...well.

He coughs to the side. ]

That won't be necessary.

[ Smoooooooooooch. ]

[deadly_legacy]

What do you suppose it's doing? [She gets closer with all her womanness to all of his legness.]

[a_parting_word]

[ Won't someone think of all the compromised virtue??? ]

It's... communicating? I didn't think plants did that.

[deadly_legacy]

Maybe someone in the distance who sees her start to kneel before him. They will probably be thinking of compromise virtue. Not her as much though. One of her curious hand reaches out toward the vine.] Can you understand it?

[firstaid]

Perhaps that would be the best solution, especially since it won't really give us an answer...

[Which gets her thinking even more. If it likes it cooked, how does it like it? Medium? Well-done? Rare? Well, hmm... she doesn't exactly want to cook three steaks.]

[firstaid]

Well, I admit the greeting is something that I'm not entirely used to, but it's a pleasure to meet you as well.

[Her expression softens, but she still doesn't approach it. Something about a plant that could possibly eat her makes her very sure that she won't ever approach, after all, this could be its way of trying to lure its prey in...

And then she turns to Kazu, with a large grin, stating the obvious.]

It replied to me!

[firstaid]

[Estelle stares at the baby bird, expression soft and filled with awe. The peeping, she thought, was really cute, but she can appreciate that gentle gesture he uses to quiet it.]

I'm doing very well myself, thank you! [And she giggles slightly tilter her head to the side ever so slightly.] My name is Estellise. I don't believe I have ever met you in the City yet.

[commarogue]

I hear that. Part me's thinking this thing needs a molotov. Or flame thrower. Could be fun.