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"Be the change you wish to see"
(Austria)
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(Hi! If you wanna RP I welcome it, just know I'm a little tight on time until the end of the month.)
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no worries, love]
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***hello lovely people! Kindly reply to this post since I'm trying to organize this page. Yes, I am open to roleplaying, or just a regular out of character conversation. Thank you!***
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( me make a logical decision? its an absolute miracle )
Marienne is armed with a basket full of sweet treats and baked goods as she knocks on Vive's door. There are a few reasons why she's here. This was a planned visit, and Marienne had made sure Vive would be home before showing up. The basket had not been announced to Vive, but here Marienne was surprising her with it as a thank you for letting her come over. As the Austrian woman opens the door, Marienne greets her the typical French way with a kiss to each cheek before she happily hands over the basket. "How have you been, cherie? It's been a while since we last saw each other."
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"Well thank you, and very glad to be through with this quarantine. Come in, I have the pot heating for tea." She smiles and returns the kisses, opening the door wide for her friend. The house smells wonderfully of cooking strawberries, and a peek in the kitchen will show a pot on the stove.
"You said you had a favor to ask? Oppa, watch your step, the kittens are awake." She side steps a dainty white cat with a black tail. "Fettig! Come and get Dipstick, she's trying to escape again!" The fluffy calico appears at the top of the stairs and meows imperiously, causing the white kitten to scamper off.
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Marienne takes a moment to remove her shoes before following Vive inside. "Oh tea sounds lovely, thank you. Actually I came to inquire about the little escape artists." She lets out a giggle and watches the fluffy creature turn tail as if it were the most well-behaved cat on earth and could do no wrong. The little cat meows in return to her mother though does not join her at the stairs. Marienne reaches down to stroke the fluffy tail before watching it scamper off to some back room, likely to join her siblings in more mischief.
"I've uh...Come into the need of a therapy cat. I figured you of all people would have some kittens for sale." She's a bit sheepish in her admission, though she knows Vive isn't likely to pry into the reason behind the need.
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Vive nods, as of that is the most natural thing in the world
Maybe it is, after all Julian is a notorious cat dad.
"You'll need to meet the kittens then, and make their acquaintances to find the right scamp." She smiles and leads her into the cozy kitchen. "Sit on the floor and shake this." She hands the Frenchwoman a tin with a plastic lid with the word 'katzenschmankerl'. At the first shake, six inquisitive kitten faces appear at the door to the kitchen.
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It’s a bit of a new experience to be a cat owner. François has had some over the years but she’s never had one herself. She does as Vive suggests and shakes the tin on the floor. Sure enough six tiny kittens come running in, and what a colorful bunch they are.
Everyone is soon crowding around and Marienne is doing her best to equally distribute the treats despite some being greedier than others.
“How old are they right now?”
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"Four months old, they've been weaned, but Fettig is teaching them the finer points of hunting. You are welcome to take one home today if you like. Oppa, Alfred stop that." She detaches a naughty kitten that was scaling the Frenchwoman like a mountaineer going after the Matterhorn. "You might actually want to take home two of them, so they can keep each other company when you are away."
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"Two of them?" Well this was an unexpected turn of events. She had only planned on taking one, but... Her thoughts are interrupted as she feels tiny claws working their way up her back and onto her shoulder. It's certainly a surprise, but Vive is swift to remove the kitten from her shoulder. "I think one of them has taken a liking to me already," she jokes, laughing a bit. "Is there two you suggest? You know them best." She had paused in distributing the treats, and there were now several protesting kitties crying for the goods. "My what a noisy bunch you are! Shush now, here." She distributes a few more before handing the tin back to Vive.
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"For the best results two males, just make sure they get neutered before October they'll hit puberty and start peeing all over everything otherwise. They are litter trained now, no fears, although if you want them to use the garden I'll teach you the trick of it." She snags another kitten before it tries to scale Mt Marienne. "Only the calico and the grey tabby are female. Choose from the rest."
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Ahh of course. She's going to babysit more men. "Shall I name them after Fitz and Francois in that case?" she jokes, and picks up a solid black kitten. "How about this one? We'll call you Louis," and a tux kitten, "And you shall be Henri. Do they go outside already?" If so it'll be a lot easier to let them continue to go outside. This is all very exciting, getting to bring home two brand new kitties. It'll be quite an adventure, for sure, but one she looks forward to.
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"Good strong names I should think. As for training them to use the outside, they've already figured that out." She laughs softly. "Do you have a cat flap or a window that can be adapted to one."
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"I've got a back door I can have one put into. I'll see about having it installed soon." Now that the treats have ceased, most of the cats disappear into the other room to chase after toy mice and attack catnip-filled socks. Marienne stands, still holding the newly-christened Henri. The little kitten perches on her shoulder, looking curiously at the world around him. "Thank you for your help, Vive. I appreciate you letting me come over to pick out a couple of therapy cats. We'll all start living happily together very soon."
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"Vive, your demon cat spawned a drama queen. Pfeifer got stuck in a tree and wouldnae stop crying 'til I climbed up there to get her. Halfway down she tore my shoulder apart trying to escape into the tree again." He's just moaning about his day. Good thing Vive was at his house so that Fettig couldn't ruin his shoes or threaten to straight up murder him. He'll have his revenge some day, for sure.
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There is a letter in her mailbox today. The envelope had her name and address neatly printed, but there was no return address. Upon opening it, an invitation fell out in elegantly-penned gold lettering. It is an invitation to a social dance in Paris one month from now. Rather than invite Julian or Roderick, the obvious choices for such an occasion, it is Viveka who is chosen to attend. Signed at the bottom is Marienne's signature, and a little rose icon beside it.
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There is an elegant RSVP in the mail, she will be there, and asks if she might be of service in bringing something by way of food or drink.
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Marienne is delighted to have her accept the invitation, and replies that food and drink will be catered and there is little need for Vive to bring her own. She very much looks forward to seeing Vive in something more dazzling than her work clothes on the farm.
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Well poop. Vive wasn't the fashion plate Marienne was, nor had she many reasons to dress to the nines - in the end she wears her nicest purple skirt and pale green blouse. For jewelry she wears an enamel purple flower pendant on a sliver chain.
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When Vive showed up in her outfit, internally, Marienne tried not to giggle. Vive really didn't get out to such events very often. Maybe after this she would get Vive an outfit to wear in the future. For now, she greeted Vive with a kiss to the cheek. "Bienvenue, cherie. How are you tonight? You look amazing!"
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"Thank you, although I feel a bit underdressed." Vive replies, eyeing the Frenchwoman's elegant dress. "What's the occasion? Your invitation neglected to mention that."
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Marinne wore a floor-length evening gown, navy blue in color with a sparkling belt of crystals and silver jewelry to match. She smiled at her friend, though, despite the difference in style. "It's just a simple dance and dinner. There are some charity auctions later tonight, but for now let's just enjoy ourselves." She wasn't really here for the auction: she'd already made a generous donation early in the month. Mainly she was using this as an excuse to let Vive in on a fun night out with a girlfriend.
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"Lead on," Vive laughs, prepared to follow the elegant national back into the ballroom and to the dinner tables.
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Vive...can ask something?
[ 🔥 ] The creature looks quite nervous, claws of one hand clenching tightly into the other wrist. Based on the pinched expression, their body either hasn't slept much lately or has been crying recently, with both being equally possible given its penchant for forgetting its physical and emotional limits.
Is important.
[ 🔥 ] Well, the question itself might not be so important. It isn't so good with putting things into scale.
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"What is it, flametongue?" She sets aside her hand work and makes ru for it on the couch next to her.
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Was wondering, about...
Maybe sometime, do you think...would it be ok...
[ 🔥 ] For a moment the creature looks uncertain, eyes flicking between the floor, the now-free spot on the couch, and somewhere vaguely near Vive's face. It bites a lip lightly, then finally takes a perch on the edge of the sofa, scratching anxiously at its arm.
Could visit your farm some time?
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"Any time you wish, you are welcome to visit my farm." She replies with a warm smile, internally doing backflips of joy.
She does not expect it to spend much if any time there, but that it even expresses desire to do so is a massive breakthrough.
"Whenever you wish, I'll show you the way there." She added, and waits to see what it says, thinking she will be back to her stitching in the next couple of minutes. Baby steps, after all.
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[ 🔥 ] Some of its anxiety fades upon seeing her reaction, realising that no, she isn't upset. The question isn't bothersome. It isn't bothersome. Still, the demon remains perched on the edge of the cushion, seemingly prepared to take flight should the fair weather change.
Is it very far?
[ 🔥 ] Hesitantly, again - it has some concept of geography, of course, but distance is another matter entirely, and the swamp and forest both have funny ways of turning things as they will. Either way the likelihood of the demon actually making it very far from the Hollow at first try is fairly small, but the desire is there, even if its motivation is unclear.
Could....could we come next time you go home?
[ 🔥 ] That seems less intrusive than asking her to go now, though it remains restless.
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"It is not ordinarily far, but sometimes the Forest plays games, and you arrive much earlier, or much later than you expect." She cautions. Like the other days when she had left at noon and arrived at dawn here and startled poor SCREE.
"We can go then, if you like. Or we could go now, if you simply want to see the way. But when we go, we should leave a note for Juana. So she knows you'll be back."
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"Ah-"
Now?
[ 🔥 ] The creature flinches a little, ears ringing suddenly. It closes its eyes tightly a moment, willing the sudden rush down. Hush, hush, why now? A firm shake of the head, then a sudden pause, stopping instead to nod.
Not a bother? Ok?
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"It's not a bother at all." She glances at the window, judging the time by the length of the shadow. "If we go now, I imagine we will be back by lunch." She puts her handiwork in her basket and stands. "Shall we?"
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[ 🔥 ] A nod, the energy somewhere between eager and afraid, and then a pause, looking around with a finger waving absently in the air. A sudden turn on one heel, bare feet pattering against the floorboards as it jolts across the room, rummaging through a drawer for...a pen and pad of sticky notes, it seems. It returns with them, holding them out to Vive.
Should make a note? In case?
[ 🔥 ] Juana was not supposed to return from town until later that evening, but given how many times Vive has turned up earlier or later than expected, it worries that that might be an issue.
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"That's an excellent idea." She takes the paper and pen and leaves a brief note explaining that she and the demon have stepped out to show it the path she takes, and her intention to be home before nightfall.
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[ 🔥 ] A smile blooms under her praise - perhaps it isn't much, but a little goes a long way with the creature. When Vive finishes it will stick the paper to the fridge...upside down, unfortunately, but it doesn't seem to notice.
Anything else?
[ 🔥 ] There is the faintest note of anxiety in the voice, despite the eager expression.
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"Should be everything. Do you want to take a light coat? It's a little cooler there."
She is collecting her windbreaker, since the path will take them by a waterfall, if the Forest hasn't moved things around again.
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[ 🔥 ] The demon furrows its brows a second, seeming not to understand, but when it realises what she is grabbing it nods, darting off and returning shortly now fortified in a somewhat battered-looking trench coat. The cuffs and collar have been decoratively embroidered (likely by Julian based on the design) although the odd flower here and there suggests it might be a way to hide repairs or small holes.
Ready!
Have key too, in case.
[ 🔥 ] It pats over where presumably an internal breast pocket is hiding.
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"Then let's go." Smiling she holds the door open for it, then locks it behind them.
She kicks a hole in the salt circle and offers it her hand if it wants to hold it, as they walk towards the edge of the swamp, and under the singing witchballs.
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[ 🔥 ] Though at first it doesn’t seem to notice, as they draw closer to the edge of the familiar it does take her hand, the heat radiating from it noticeable even through its thick gloves. It must be anxious, then.
[ 🔥 ] Under the witchglass it will stop, intent lost, though if Vive keeps walking it will allow itself to be pulled along, mind too fogged by the soft murmurings of the souls swaying gently above.
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This pause worries Vive. If he falls prey to the witchglasses so easily he will had a hard time visiting. Still, she maintains a straight course and even as the mansion slowly dwindles behind them, it remains visible right up to the true entrance from swamp to Forest.
"Well, here's the entrance." She says factually, feeling the tingle of Old Magick. Most would never notice it. She rather suspected the demon would.
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[ 🔥 ] Its eyes are anxiously directed backward, grip tight on her hand. As the old home fades, framed by the old trees and their comforting glimmers, the pit of uncertainty grows, broiling in its chest. But the path is just ahead, so close, and maybe if it just steps forward, maybe if it just...
Promise you won't tell Mrs Hawthorne?
I'm not supposed to leave without her-
[ 🔥 ] Suddenly, irrationally, its voice shaky. But the feel of the pathway is familiar, and it is torn between the pull to go 'home' and the pull of something much more intrinsically home. Perhaps it merely seeks assurance that it is all right to bend a promise, even if it is one neither of them have full jurisdiction over.
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"You have my word, I shan't breath a word to her." Oh, how easy to promise not to speak to a dead woman. She doesn't force him along, but she slows her step so he is comfortable with taking those next critical steps.
"Do you see those toadstools, the ones with the light blue underside? Those only grow inside the Forest. You can always find an entrance if you look for them." She explains, pointing.
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[ 🔥 ] It slows again, and then for several long moments is still, just on the threshold. Its eyes trace the line her finger cuts through the air, scan over the toadstools that seem to glow softly in the verdant shadows of the towering cypress trees. And then, fortified by her promise (though no less frightened, given how it trembles), it takes a step forward. It hurts, it feels wrong, it feels like a dozen clawed hands are digging into its shoulders to drag it back.
[ 🔥 ] There’s a whimper, soft, but it takes another step. And another. And another - they feel painfully slow, they probably are, but certainly not the vast eternities it feels like in the demon’s mind. It resists the urge to look backwards, half afraid the house will be gone, half afraid it won’t and that it won’t be able to resist running back to it.
What are they called?
[ 🔥 ] The voice tries to be light, also pointing to the toadstools.
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She takes each step with it, its hand still in hers, inching ever closer to the last, full step into the Forest.
"They have no name in the human tongue, but the centuars call them blue bellies, and say a tea made from them is proof against the Jabberwocky's envenomed bite."
She explains, keeping her worry from her tone. She cannot offer it anything other than her reassurance and presence, but she can see the terrible struggle it makes.
"At night they have a very strong sweet smell, like a geraniums. The tree folk call them 'sweet seat', and like to hold parties on the largest ones."
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