[Action-park] The fate of love on this fair day...

[demonqueen]

[Anyone near the park today might see a woman sitting on one of the benches, humming to herself. That in itself is not strange, but there are shadowy hands sprouting from the ground and nearby trees all holding different flowers, and swaying in time to her melody. Occasionally, she is presented with one or more of the flowers for inspection. Those unlucky flowers are then shredded, and there is a growing carpet of petals at her feet. Sometimes her humming rises into actual lyrics.]

Petals fall and flowers wither,
Voices call 'Come now! Come hither...'



[OOC: Yep, this is choose your own terrible, terrible adventure. Pick any flower effect you like. Fair warning though, pitcher plant and hyacinth are likely to be dangerous choices. You have been warned...]

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[1st_superhero]

Yo.

[In light of all these people getting caught up in Valentine's Day fever or something, Gilgamesh has decided to go check up on his assigned wife. After all, she's technically his "property" and he doesn't want her running afoul of any of the affected people.]

So there you are.

[He dangles a bouquet of carnations that he got from who-knows-where in front of her face.]

These things came in the mail again. I think they're yours.

[Action]

[sinistralofdeath]

[A pretty woman on a bench is humming a small song, and manages to catch Erim’s eye. The silver haired woman had decided a stroll through Mayfield’s park; why not admire the flowers, she thought to herself. After all, these pretty little carnations in the bouquet she carries had to’ve come from somewhere.]

[The woman is shredding irises. Iris. How lovely—such nostalgia inspired from the name!]

[The shadow-hands aren’t a bother at all to Erim. If anything, the supernatural things are more of a comfort to the woman who was once a goddess.]

Hello there. Do you mind if I take a seat?

[Oh, how this woman reminded her of a princess back home. She wishes for nothing more than a domestic, sibling-like chat right now. The world could be falling apart around their ears, her argent locks could be falling onto her knee-length black skirt and she wouldn’t mind at all.]

/comes hither

[mayitlastforeve]

[Oh hey it's not-mom in a pile of flower petals. Not ominous at all. ...no really she has trouble finding Oichi ominous. She reminds her of her mother anyway, and now that she's all carnation'd up Oichi might as well be real family.]

Is that a game?