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[servileness]

WHO: Clover + you
WHERE: All around Recolle, Pesgare, Magatus
WHEN: the first half of April
WHAT: Clover tries her best to keep herself together, but she's ultimately too much of a melodramatic hot mess to do so. If you want to get insulted, come to Magatus.
WARNINGS: None really unless you count that Four is a very extra, terrible person. Violence. Mentions of self-harm.

i. an unwanted new strength (recolle)

a. when one door closes

[ It could be at the grocery store. It could be any building at Recolle Univerity. It could be at the Towers.

Either way, for some reason, Clover is in a rush, and in her hurry, she pushes a door open too hard, and it crashes into the wall hard enough to leave a dent. Or she pulls a door open, and it comes off one of its hinges.

She freezes in her spot. flabbergasted. Her face turns pale. ]

What do I do...?

[ She can't be terrible enough to make this a hit and run, can she? She has to hold herself responsible, but she can't afford these repairs. ]

b. you throw it away

[ Clover has broken one too many doors already, and she can't deal with another one. She's getting desperate. She doesn't want to deal with this anymore. She can't take it anymore. She's done. She can't face the music.

That's why she hides her contraband in her purse, and she dashes (a little too quickly) for the nearest alley. If there's no dumpster, she moves on. When she finds the nearest dumpster, she stops before it. There's obvious hesitance in her movements, but she reaches into her purse and takes out a broken doorknob.

Catch her in the act of running from alley to alley like a suspicious runaway or in the act of throwing away the evidence of her crime? ]

ii. rescuers down under isn't a ghibli movie (pesgare)

[ If a tsunami caused damage, and there are calls for relief services, of course Clover will go. How could she not? How could she look herself in a mirror if she didn't help?

Of course she stays underwater longer than she should. Of course scales develop where they can. The scales covering her hands make her feel hideous. She's helping, but that's what matters, doesn't it?

Instead of a cliff by the sea, Clover can be found at the dam. The problem is instead of using tools like a reasonable person, she's using her bare fists to break it apart, turning them into a bloody mess. If you're nearby and also working on the dam, she'll turn to you, gesturing as if the skin on her her knuckles isn't broken: ]

Will you let me handle that instead?

iii. the upcoming battle (magatus}

[ Despite its cold climate, Magatus usually gives Clover a sense of odd comfort. A curse is not that.

The forest and its whispers immediately take her down. She tries to drown the voices out first by covering her ears and then by her screams. ]

I'M NOT LIKE THAT!

[ Clover can't bear it anymore. Her newfound agility and strength has her climbing a tree in no time. She rips branches from the trunk and hurls them as hard as she can. They crash into nearby trees and slam onto the ground. Leaves and needles that lasted winter flutter to the ground. ]

That's not who I am! I don't want this! I don't want to be that kind of person!

[ Clover can be found in the midst of all her destruction, or she can be found when all her energy is spent.

She'll be curled on the ground with her face covered by her hands, the lurid green light of the curse mark on her forehead shining through her fingers like a beacon.

There's no use hiding all her failures. ]

iv. wild card

[ If there's anything else you'd like to play with, hit me up via PM or at defenestrates! ]

Comments

[floret]

It is. Thank you.

[ He's pleasantly surprised, since he halfway thought she'd scold him anyway (possibly even report him to the relevant authorities). And he also genuinely appreciates the sentiment!

Weirdly, Jamie doesn't know what the drug laws are here, either. (Federal law aside, this stuff is generally different on a state-by-state basis, so the answer depends on which state they're in. ....But which state are they in?

Ah well, how important could it be!
In any case, that's why he's taken to hanging out in less-frequented alleyways for this purpose. (Usually he just commits his sins at home, but some days you've got to have a travel kit.)

Speaking of hanging out in alleyways, he can't help wondering whether her quick attention to what he was up to was, perhaps, intended at least in part as deflection from whatever she happened to be up to. ]

So...
What brings you here? If you don't mind saying.

[servileness]

[ She does mind. She minds a lot. She doesn't want anyone to know why she's skulking around in alleyways. ]

I was a block or so away when I realized I was missing my ring. I'm backtracking and trying to see if it rolled its away in here or not.

[ She doesn't usually wear rings, but it's also one of the smoothest lies she's ever told. ]

[floret]

Oh! [ This is much more important than smoking out in semi-public, so Jamie immediately extinguishes his portable sin (on his tongue! bet she didn't see that coming) and secrets it away (for later). ]

What does it look like? I'll help you look.

[servileness]

It's a simple silver ring. The band looks like Celtic knots. It's honestly not that expensive, so you don't have to spend too much energy on helping me.

[ She's making a show of turning on her phone's flashlight and shining it under the dumpster. ]

I don't want to take up too much of your time.

[floret]

Don't worry! It's not like I was doing anything that important.

[ he glances around for likely-looking areas, then gets down to searching... ]

There's something kind of shiny under here. Could that be it?