The Final Ball

[fairygodmother]

[For those of you in Splendor already, you'll probably have noticed the spooky decor the city has donned throughout the past week. With nothing else of of notice to be mentioned, it seemed like everything was just going to be a repeat of last year

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EVERYONE COME TO MY TINY ALIEN ARMS PLS

[notthehead]

[that

was

the most horrifying

experience

of his tiny, alien life. why was there a giant winged monster and why was he suddenly trapped in that giant zoo again?! he can barely wrap his mind around that wild series of events, what with being bombarded with the wild series of events he had forgotten up until this very moment.

and there he was, sitting beneath a lamppost in the Golden District, fingers curled around his knees and gawking up at all the light and noise around him...

whatisevengoingonanymore.]

WELL BABIES LIKE TINY ALIENS

[naltorian]

[Nura approaches, after a pleasant, wonderful chat with Natalia, the baby in her arms now quite awake, and fussy. Nura puts a finger to her lips and gestures for her child to quiet, as she walks along to get close to the wall so that little Natty's wails do not gather attention.

That is when she sees someone she hasn't seen in so long.]

Chey? [Amazingly, the baby quiets.]

NO GRABBY HANDS

[notthehead]

[horror-struck and frozen still, it takes a bit of processing for him to realize this one is addressing I

his head cranes up, big eyes gawking.

seconds tick by.

Nura...

he mouths it, too, but whatever apparatuses he had to communicate prior are well and gone. even so, recognition apparent on his face.]

BRAINIAC BABY DANGEROUS TO CHEY

[naltorian]

[Nura smiles, bending to be closer.]

You've gotten taller, y'know.

[godshield]

[ If Aigis had expected anything, it hadn't been this.

Perhaps this city had finally discovered a way to control whatever brought them here. Good for it. ]

aww yeah

[mykimlasca]

[ to her surprise she was in the middle of a speech and once more, she found herself hearing a familiar tune. still dressed in her formal clothes the Princess looked around her with wonder, staring at her hands. All the memories had come back, and she found herself blinking back tears as she murmured thickly:]

Oh ..my.

[silversouled]

[ and there's a familiar dude having a soda over here. in a coat you may remember giving him, in fact. ]

[mykimlasca]

Silver? [ Natalia knew that jacket! ]

[silversouled]

N-Nat?

[ asdhfgkjgfdg oh no don't blush GOD!!! ]

Uh, hey.

[ play it cool silver ]

open to all previous cr!

[sablemeister]

[ it'd come to Crona much like a dream-- something not exactly welcomed but let's face it-- his life after returning from the city of Splendor hadn't been easy, let alone pleasant-- so something like this...it made sense that he'd think it to be a figment of his imagination for more than a moment.

when he'd come to that understanding that he could come back, even for a short time and even under the impression it just can't be real, Crona had taken it with only a grain of salt, already stumbling slightly forwards with into the seeming-reality unfolding before him. for a moment, he thinks maybe he's gone back in time-- hadn't he seen the halls decked out like this before? hadn't he been in these halls just after, approached by someone who would prove to influence his joy here for long after

[valhallicity]

[ ah, there. there was Crona, just as he'd remembered him-- frail, and probably shaking a little unless he was simply imagining it. just from looking at him, Izaya had to wonder if he'd cry. only he knew how many times he'd made him cry but for Crona himself. there was nothing to be apologetic about, of course, but with the understanding of a last meeting, it seems appropriate that he should say something. it seems wrong that he could forget about it all-- the flower shop, that kiss, what might have been a battle but for the interruption from the witch. perhaps it was better that way.

Crona should be met with a hard knock forward, Izaya's hand colliding heavily with his shoulder in a shove of greeting. ]

Crona-kun! You don't look so good. But I suppose that's normal.

[sablemeister]

[ the flower shoppe, that kiss-- if it could even be called that, of course, and to be honest Crona would prefer if that never came up again because there is really no need at all-- and naturally all of the tears and terror the meister had endured at the hands of the informant come rushing back in an instant, proving nearly too much for the already-overwhelmed boy to handle. his hands come up immediately to brace himself from what he thinks to be an assailant, but is met only by a shove, and... ]

M-M-Mister...Izaya...!?

[ eyes wide, you can bet he's shaking like a leaf, even more-so now, and that mist in his eyes threatens to become tears all too soon, though they don't even get the chance to be the center of attention when those hands raised in defense shoot out to bring his body away from the shove, colliding into the other; the most awkward hug you ever did see, for certain. ]

[valhallicity]

[ Izaya easily breaks into laughter at Crona's bewildered reaction, though he certainly isn't expecting the other to shoot forward and hug him as a result of that shove. needless to say, he's not laughing anymore. it's certainly awkward, and should it last long enough for him to feel uncomfortable, it's obvious that Izaya feels so, a tentative hand just barely brushing over Crona's back in perhaps the most reluctant acceptance possible. ]

Sorry, I think you've got the wrong guy.

[ because seriously, what Izaya would he be so disturbingly happy to see? none he knows, for sure. ]

[mongoosegrin]

[he fled the light of the Golden Entranceway before realization struck. whether the winged horse he'd attacked was dead or not was a moot point; his senses were overloading with magic. again. his mouth stretched into a joyless grin.

he needed to get out of the light.]

blushy blush...

[apathycary]

[ Why does this not surprise Edel?
Why does nothing surprise Edel at this point?

... ...

Someone should calm Alexander down. ]

... Alexander.

desu

[mongoosegrin]

[he bristles, definitely not having detected any approach. his eyes widen briefly until he recognizes this person as a non-threat...

and then as a familiar.

huh. he should've recalled that before.

his smirk gets wry.]

St. Helens.

[apathycary]

[ Edel curls his mouth in annoyance. St. Helens. Really? After everything they'd been through?

This will most likely end in tears. ]

...You're fine. I mean, I suppose- perhaps... maybe this isn't a dream. Right? Not a dream? I don't know anymore. Actually, I suppose you could never possibly be a figment of my imagination...