Asa

[residentflorist]

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Digitalis
Old English folklore said that foxes wore the flowers on their paws
to silence movement and stealthily stalk prey.
Healing, pain, insincerity, insecurity

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weekend zero, sunday

[residentflorist]

[what a mess. after their little npc meet and greet, aerith excuses herself to go and contemplate the universe and vaguely wonder why they shifted from trying to stop one psychopath from trying to be resurrected and summoned like a god to whatever bullshit this is.

but she has enough awareness to realize she is not the only one who is probably feeling a certain way about things. she turns the corner around a building, probably heading toward the stream just for the sake of walking, and soon she realizes she isn't alone. ah. hm. asa has concerned her a little with some of the things she's said, but the best aerith can do is still try to be easy in her approach.]

Well...at least we know this wasn't one of us after all. [DOES THAT HELP.] How are you, Asa?

[halved]

[it does not! thanks. asa seems a little antsy, for whatever reason, but just like before—]

I'm fine. [it's fine.] This is just about what I expected, all things considered. We're going to die if nothing changes.

[residentflorist]

[she's getting tired of you people going "i'm fine" when you really are not!! but on the other hand, she kind of hits the nail on the head and aerith just looks a little displeased.]

I'm...not sure I like that this is what you were expecting, but I get it. Knowing what their intention is though, at least we can start thinking of what to do to make sure their ritual doesn't happen.

w0 friday

[residentflorist]

[she's. probably actually heading into the church while asa's on the way out, so she stops her in her surprise. she still smells like smoke and her boots are wet and muddy, but she looks relatively okay.]

—Asa. [give her a moment to try and clear her throat.] Are you okay?

[halved]

[it's funny that they're running into each other on their way out of their respective investigation locations, because asa is. lowkey disassociating. she is not as currently gross as aerith is, but her fingertips are stained with red.]

I'm okay, but... there's a body in the church...

[residentflorist]

[please help her. she's just. alarmed though because THAT'S HER HOUSE.]

—who did you find there? Where? [why are we letting teens find bodies.]

week zero, sunday.

[halved]

[hello... asa is looking at the bulletin board, frowning at the recently deceased's pages.]

... I wonder what happened to their bodies.

[residentflorist]

[hello, she is definitely wandering closer to also view at these pages.]

The most I could really get when I asked our overseers is that they were gone. There isn't anything that we can do to recover them, it seems. [and that's..sad.]

[halved]

Still... Even if we can't recover them, it'd be nice to know where they disappeared off to. I wonder if they just don't know.

w1 monday

[residentflorist]

[it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and aerith is on the island walking and exploring the area around these 10 little houses. she seems to be thinking to herself, peering into the windows and trying to see if anyone's home. this is probably how she quickly rounds a corner and startles in surprise at seeing asa, a hand coming up to her shoulder to steady both of them.]

Sorry, Asa! You scared me. [that happens when you're deep in your own thoughts.] Are you exploring the island?

[versus like. having a specific agenda.]

[halved]

[OOP she is not eating shit thanks to aerith steadying both of them. a life saver. and thanks to the weekly effect, she doesn't even shrug the hand off her shoulder... immediately. she still does, but not as quickly as she otherwise would have, waving her concern off.]

Yeah. It's really nice, as long as you ignore the weird pyramid in the middle.

[residentflorist]

[she expected this from asa, honestly, so she is not at all offended when the other girl shrugs her off. instead, she brings her hands back to fold behind her back, rocking on her heels a little.]

Yeah...that thing's a little creepy. I haven't been over there yet, but...we should probably take a look at it sooner or later. Just in case.

w1 saturday

[residentflorist]

[as we silently vibe...eventually, she speaks.]

...guess we know what the catch was this time, don't we? [who the fuck would have suspected this?]

[halved]

... Yeah.

[aerith was so optimistic that no one would die last saturday, and for what!! maybe nihilism is the way... (no)]

All that, and we're still missing one.

[residentflorist]

[yeah listen...she's learning. i really did bring her to 8 weeks of this bullshit.]

We can look at the bright side of this that we managed to find two. And we'll only have one ritual tomorrow. [which is good still, she thinks. neither nona or erin will have to suffer in their monster affliction for much longer. but...] But if we lost track of the third monster, we know what will happen next week if we can't find them first.

week one, sunday.

[halved]

[hello. asa has hobbled away from the cabin after waking up, and is now sitting on the beach. should be absolutely illegal for the beach to be this nice when several people have already died on the island, actually.]

[residentflorist]

[someone please help her.

aerith is at the beach, probably a little further down from where asa ends up, but as she walks she sees her sitting on the sand. she's quiet in her approach, but she stops a short distance away to peer at her.]

...it's still nicer here than back in the town, isn't it? [just a gentle segue. sometimes...after exposing yourself to 30+ people...you might not want to be around others.]

[halved]

It feels like it shouldn't be, since several people died here. But nothing about it has changed.

[sometimes, you get hit by several things during execution and trauma dump in front of everyone you know. please don't perceive her.]

week two, monday.

[halved]

[imagine being powerful enough to write a proper starter during memshare week.

anyway— shadows immediately seize them and pull them into darkness, where they will experience a memory. enjoy!]

[residentflorist]

[wow, this was absolutely a roller coaster. but when the memory settles and they're left in the darkness, aerith is quiet and patiently looking asa over to try and assess how she may be feeling after all of that.

after a few moments of silence though...]

...Asa. [just. calm. she has a lot of questions about this bodysnatching devil bullshit, but those can wait.] Are you still scared?

[halved]

[stop. don't perceive her.

she stares back at her and then pointedly looks away, scowling.]

It was the devil's power making me feel more negative.

w6 wednesday

[residentflorist]

[at some point when the party winds down a little...she's still in the vineyard! sort of just glancing around at their set-up. she's still somewhat transparent on-sight but it doesn't look like she's going anywhere for a bit.

that said, she does keep a bit of distance just because she doesn't want to overcrowd asa, but she seems very happy to see her.]

You've been doing a lot of hard work here, haven't you?

[halved]

[hello, miss aerith... asa is frowning at the way she can kind of see right through her, but it's not like she can unghost her.

with a one armed shrug:]

We all want to get out of here with our lives and souls intact.

w7 saturday

[residentflorist]

[i suppose we are in the dark of scawwy but still lingering around the pyre for now, but at least god is dead. there are little tendrils of green, glowing energy around aerith herself as she's casting cure from being blasted earlier, but she looks up upon noticing asa's there.]

It's kinda weird to feel proud of what we did, but at the same time...we probably should be. Guess that means we can finally relax a little, right?

[halved]

Eh, I don't think it's weird. We should feel proud for putting that gross masochist god out of its misery.

[what the fuck did they even DO to the god to make it an m. they will never know. she limps her way over to one of the benches, stretching.]

It's kind of a pain that some of the cultists got away, though.

[our cultists from home...]