lunadiviner | Prismatica Overflow

1 ⬤ C

[Carnival games and dancing are very much not Isa's 'thing'. While that doesn't mean it's impossible for him to be dragged into such shenanigans, it also means that the third option - the wide array of food and drink on offer - is vastly more appealing, to say the least.

It's not terribly strange, given the theme of the festival, that almost everything is octopus-related, but the dedication to the theme is what is pretty amazing, considering not only is all the food following the theme, but so are the vendors themselves. It's a bit unnerving, giving the appearance of something like cannibalism twice removed, but if it's normal enough that the locals are fine with it, and normal enough that the apparent newcomers are kind of okay with it, then he can at least grab something to snack on while investigating the rest of the festival, right?

One problem. Everything's meant to share, and while he did manage to convince the takoyaki vendor to split that serving into two dishes, that also left him without a free hand. Enter you: similarly Alone person, also in line for the stand, who he will offer the other half of the serving to.]

Do you want this?

3 ☤ / ⌬ / ⚔

[Having a heart back is inconvenient. Having a heart prone to curiosity even more so. So when there is a generalized call for help of all kinds - both in aiding defenseless persons and in collecting samples of the plants for the sake of science - Isa finds himself being drawn into the thick of it before he can really second guess his decisions, old Organization uniform back on and claymore in hand.

He wouldn't call it altruism that has him sticking generally close to where people have gathered, cutting chasing vines and brusquely pulling people from under debris, but at the same time, even he can recognize that he's being a bit more socially minded than he might have in the past. Going off alone, right now, just feels even more ill-advised, especially after the first of many times a cut vine flails wildly and splatters him in its sap from head to toe.

Right then. No sense in trying to stay clean after that, right?

...Right?

Was that enough of an annoyance to make keeping any kind of rational focus too inconvenient to consider? Possibly. Is he going to regret shifting his focus from fighting defensively to an all out assault on the encroaching vines? Absolutely. For now, though, he actually does do a pretty good job of clearing and keeping clear a side street and small, quaint little courtyard.

At least for a while.

But he couldn't possibly be so fatigued so quickly, right? There's no real reason to have to lean on his sword when it's not actively in use, not when there's still a glow to his eyes and a viciousness to his assault... right?]

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▶ Harvest Moon Simulator

⬤ A

[After the debacle of the first month here, it feels... more than a little strange to be encouraged to plant, but in some ways, Isa can understand. It's not like all the plantlife in the city had overgrown and become the vines from hell, and this particular tradition was a lot more palatable than the tentacle festival.

(Playing 20 questions hadn't been the best of experiences, honestly.)

The Meas seeds themselves seem more superstitious than not - which is fine, if the locals want to believe in that, but Isa will go about planting them with the same diligence as any others that were given to him. That is - by himself, unless someone else comes to him with the desire to partake in the little ritual of sorts but are lacking a partner for the wish-granting aspects of it. He might still be getting used to having a heart again, but there's no harm in the attempt, so... why not?

Afterwards, though, he will be headed back home with one of the blue glowing bonsai in hand and a smudge of dirt on his face. And is that a bit of a self-satisfied expression? Probably. It is pretty nice to do something useful with his hands again after all.]

⬤ C

["Oh, you simply must participate!"

Honestly - it doesn't take too much encouragement to get Isa to agree to take part in the tournament. It's unclear whether the enthusiasm for his participation has anything to do with his lunar-derived fighting style or if it's purely his stature, but regardless... he allows himself to be signed up, and spends his time between matches watching the others from the sidelines while tending to any injuries he's sustained in his own matches.

In the ring itself, he meets his opponents with the enthusiasm expected of him, if only because this is a prime opportunity to keep his skills sharp and maybe even find a sparring partner in the mess of it all... though he certainly won't be having any conversations until after matches have concluded, considering the laser-focus he keeps on the fight itself.]

▶ Just Like Animals-mals

⬤ A

[Typically, Isa wasn't one to take such dire warnings lightly - and this time was no different. He'd kept the bracelet on as advised, but at some point along the way it just. Went missing, whether that was from some mischevious prismal child slipping it off his wrist or whether it got broken during the tournament, the fact remained that as the moons all rise and align, it's gone.

The anxiety strikes first, prompts him to find somewhere to be alone - a darkened alley suffices - where he has to wonder, due to the shortness of breath and the panic filtering in around the edges, if he's dying. As that anxiety fades, though, it shifts to something else - the fact he's alone. He doesn't know where anyone he knows is, and that's very much not acceptable. They're his people, after all, and need to be found and kept close.

The physical changes go largely unnoticed as he sets out. The sharp, wolflike ears and large, fluffy tail from the sanguis cycle have returned, both perked and alert. In addition to those, though, matching blue fur has appeared over his chest and shoulders, tapering down his back towards his tail. Nails have turned to claws, and teeth have sharpened to fangs.

Unrelated to the moonblessings, but only adding to the more feral light he's cast in, his scars have become elongated and jagged, and there is an intense glow to his eyes that those who know him would surely recognize.

Those who he doesn't know? Right now, are only in the way, an obstacle that he's more than willing to fight at the slightest provocation.]

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