SCAWWY 😱 nina

[concoctive]

These flowers have been symbolic of a hard won success, particularly in artistic endeavors. Giving an artist a bunch of amaryllis flowers is said to encourage both their creative muse and their achievements and strength in the arts. According to scientists, their leaves and bulb contain an alkaloid, a chemical known to exhibit antitumoral, antiviral, antiparasitic, and other healing properties.

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weekend 0, saturday

[fanfictional]

[ i forgot we had this already, for a second. oops. ]

Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

[ she comes running out of the fog and slams right into him. oof. ]

[concoctive]

[ HELP grabs you and your baby nina both

alfyn is a wall, so when she collides with him he doesn't really budge at all. ]

Whoa! Where's the fire!? [ taking her by the shoulders and looking up like DOES HE HAVE TO FIGHT ANYTHING ] You good, little miss?

[fanfictional]

[ her eyes are shut tightly and she's tense, but she slowly opens one eye and peers up at him. ]

Ow... [ realizes she has run into someone and is now being held there. blinks. ]

I-I'm fine! Just testing the fog...

wk 0; monday

[concoctive]

[ nina gets to see alfyn swiftly returning the bible to the church, actually.

he comes in at a brisk walk, holding the damned thing, brow pinched and jaw tight before he nearly, nearly slam dunks the thing back in its spot. ]

Hooly shit, we need to put a bigger sign up than just in the dirt about this godsdamned thing.

[fanfictional]

[ peeks from behind her journal and watches this. quickly jot something down, before closing it. ]

Is the Bible really cursed? Did it do something...

[concoctive]

[ it's as his hand lifts off the bible and it's returned that he. says something in tongues?

he stands there stupidly for a moment. ]

... Aelfric let the Sacred Flame burn away whatever horrors that just was, gods. [ stepping away from it and towards her ] Buncha really angry voices started yelling in my head? And got angrier the longer it took for me to bring it back. And then - that. I have no idea what I said.

wk 0; sunday

[concoctive]

[ well! here we are, outside of the theater. not inside it, no, but outside.

there's the chopping sound of metal on wood, and following the noise brings you to... alfyn! he's taken off his green vest and folded it neatly to the side with his satchel, swinging the axe expertly and breaking down a few of the already broken benches into smaller pieces. the weapon isn't technically meant for this task, but it's all that he's got - so he does with it what he can.

some of it's been chopped into rectangular pieces, maybe a foot by two feet. as he gets a few more pieces done, he expertly swings the axe down with one hand so that it lands carefully in the dirt, bringing his other hand up to wipe the back of his wrist across his forehead.

when he notices someone's come along, he offers a crooked, if tired, smile. ]

Hey, Nina. Just uh. Just tryin' to keep busy.

[fanfictional]

[ god i finally read execution and that was so FUCKED UP. shakes.

she watches from nearby, not wanting to get too close to where she’s in the way, and also maybe to just watch… him… not in a weird way. probably.

waves to him when he acknowledges her though! and once the axe is down, then she wanders over. ]

I don’t blame you. You got something planned for all that wood or is it just fuel for the pyre?

[concoctive]

[ SURE FUCKIN WAS. CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS WEEK'S. ]

Man, I don't think the pyre needs anythin' else.

[ she can watch him in not weird ways that's fine. he rests his weight on his axe a bit and looks down at the wood. ]

Markers for our departed, for the smaller stuff. Storage for medical supplies and maybe a box garden for herbs, or more storage for stuff. Theater's got a lot of busted seats that are useless otherwise. You got any ideas of stuff we need?

week 1, sunday

[fanfictional]

[ tending to the fields this fine sunday evening, are we?

well nina is playing with the sheep, having her pacha moment and just chatting with them. she's got her diary open and looks like she's consulting them on some things.

waves to alfyn!! ]

How ya doing over there?

[concoctive]

[ more like the fields are tending to him frankly, though he does have a now-empty candy bucket that he's filling up with vegetables as he trundles along tiredly. when he sees nina, he waves back with a light but genuine smile. ]

Well. Could be better. Could be worse, though, so there's also that I guess. [ coming closer to her ] Communin' with the flock?

week 2, tuesday

[fanfictional]

[ swallowed by the shadows and taken to a space from a different time and place...

you have your next target. a pompous old rich man who has done nothing but cause problems, making the life of poorer citizens a living hell. he's evil, in your eyes, and his dealings must be addressed. you get the group together and set out.

but what you don't expect is to run into a familiar face, one that you haven't seen in quite some time...

holds out video for you. 1:28-9:42 ]

[concoctive]

[ first of all, why are you white when your father is niles.

alfyn watches this entire exchange with a sort of fascination, because - well, this isn't a family dynamic he's familiar with. he thinks of his own parents, a father he scant remembers (maybe a bit similar there?) and his mother, who...

well, needless to say it's nothing like this. ]

... I have a few questions?

wk 3; monday

[concoctive]

[ what thievery is she getting up to, nina? is she reading in the library or trying to steal pretty rocks? either way i assume she's in a building rather than the forest or woods, so he's going to come join her when he finds her doing her thing. ]

Whatcha lookin' at, Miss Fairy? Anythin' good?

[fanfictional]

[ she is doing both of these things... actually... but currently she's in the library, a stack of books next to her, with some pretty rocks sitting atop. ]

Oh hey, Alfyn. Well the books here are mainly educational and like wierd magic stuff, but I did manage to find the fiction section. Hehe.

[ the book she's currently reading is something wildly titled, likely a dark romance of some kind. ]

wk 3; friday

[concoctive]

[ there's veils in the academy, but alfyn is still here - in the library, eyes red and cheeks tearstained as he works his way through collecting as many books in a stack as he possibly can. he's not really doing much to look at them, to be honest, but is instead just going from shelf to shelf in an attempt to gather up a variety, while making sure to not leave behind any that might be part of a series.

he does have to stop at one point and just kind of. crouch down at a shelf, scrubbing fresh and bitter tears away. ]

Godsdamnit...

[fanfictional]

[ ah. men crying... this is usually something she gets a kick out of... except now it's not hehe, it's sad and seeing alfyn collecting books just makes it hurt more. her lip wabbles as she comes over and sets a hand on his shoulder. ]

Need a hand?

week 3, saturday

[fanfictional]

[ she's at the pyre and has been since trial ended. she probably got taken away to get checked out and rest, but now that she's conscious she's back.

for now... she is just curled up on one of the benches, knees to chest and eyes glued on the barrier. ]

[concoctive]

[ he doesn't say anything, at first.

just comes to sit down next to her, ruffled and worn and so, so tired. caelus had his back to the barrier when he came to visit so if they can see any part of him in the fake privacy screen it's probably just tails. ]

wk 4; monday

[concoctive]

[ he's tired, he's still grieving their lost friends, but... alfyn knows they have to keep going.

so he's standing at one of the game stalls, arms crossed, considering it and the probability of him winning. I've got a good arm, I think I can swing it... ]

I've seen plenty of festivals and stuff like that, but this is realy blowin' it out of the water. [ looking to nina with raised brows. ] Don't even know what to make of all the stuff movin'.

[fanfictional]

[ big mood my guy. she is in conceal don't feel, don't let them know mode. which is terrible considering the affect!! haha!!!

stands there and watches him, lowkey waiting for him to mess up and miss completely. ]

They're rides, I think? At least that's what I've sort of learned, never have seen anything like this before. The festivals back home are nowhere near what's on this pier.

[ Oh. Nice rhyme, Nina.

does the shocked emote, as she thinks that and it's just PROJECTED OUTWARDS. EMBARRASSING. ]

week 5, tuesday

[fanfictional]

[ tea garden for now... she's checking out some of the plants, reaching out to poke at them. ]

Do you know what some of these are, Alfy?

[concoctive]

Some of 'em!

[ he peers around her, looking at the plant she's poking at. ]

Like that's a calendula. It's good for burnt skin - but if you feed it to your chickens, it'll make their yolks a darker yellow! You can also cook with it if you wanna. [ it's poor man's saffron. ]

wk 6; wednesday

[concoctive]

[ BUZZES AROUND HER, he looks stricken by the fact that he can't hug nina but - at least he can show her around spain WITH the s. the market is fun, and... maybe there's something he can send her? ]

Have you been alright, on the other side..? I figure I can't ask for a lot of details 'cause of you guys boopin' in and outta here, but... that should be safe?

[fanfictional]

[ just imagining your lil chicken icon alfyn buzzing around her like navi. she wishes she could hug him too!! the closest they get is nina trying to pat his arm, which leaves a very cold sensation there. it feels distant and sad. :( ]

I've been as alright as I can! It's real weird because even though we're dead we can still [ BOOP. she's gone.


seconds later. BOOP. she's back. ]

Anyways. Yes, it's been as good as it can be. There's a lot to do over there and we- [ pauses her own sentence, as she feels herself about to boop away again. ] we have lots to explore!

How have you been over here? Tell me about how you and Vin are doing.