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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! ]

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[nachetanya]

[ Her head feels so fuzzy and it's weird hot hot her body feels against the cold air. She pants a little, and smirks at Clover. ]

Oh, I'm touched! [ And she takes a half-step forward close to her. ] Do you still hear the trees?

[servileness]

What's it to you if I do or not? It's none of your business.

[ She's so woozy. She stumbles and slumps to the ground. ]

God, your voice is so grating.

[nachetanya]

I just want you to return the favor of honesty I gave you once!

[ She says in her most pleasant tone even as she sees Clover stumbling in the snow. She ... can't help it, she smirks a little. She's winning this, isn't she?

... Right back at you on the voice, Clover. ]

[servileness]

Excuse me?! What fucking favor did you ever do for me?! I asked you if you needed someone to listen to you and you said yes, so I'm the one who did the favor! How ungrateful can you be!

[ So what if Clover was completely reluctant to do that little thing? So what? She still did it.

Ugh. Shouting is not good when you feel feverish. She hates Natalia. She hates her she hates her she hates her.

She wants to claw that smirk right off her face. ]

[nachetanya]

But you're thinking even now how much you hate me, aren't you Clover?! It's written all over your face! So I gave you plenty of things you can throw back in my face now!

[ So it's a favor for her, in a way... But she is grateful. Was grateful? That argument gave her clarity, even if she also hates Clover. And right now, to be looming over her as the other is going to be the first to collapse from the fever they both have...

It's giving her so, so much joy? Even as she feels her own head getting fuzzier. But she refuses to go down first.

... Go down first? It's cold and snowy out here. Neither of them should go down... ]

[servileness]

I can think of something else to throw into your face! You—

[ None of them should go down, but Clover does. She's down and out.

The fever (and Natalia) wins. ]

[nachetanya]

[ HAH!

... She goes to her knees too. God she feels hot. She feels hot and it's cold out here and that's probably bad for both of them, because that could mean hypothermia? That elation in her petty victory lasts only long enough that the next cruel whisper from the tree comes. She groans and looks down at Clover, her expression softening.

... She could actually die or at least be very injured out here if she leaves her.

What with having a prosthetic arm her upper body strength is more limited, but hopefully with some effort she can get Clover on her back at least. She can carry her as far as a cave or something if she doesn't weigh the whole universe. And then probably collapse herself so hopefully those helpful townspeople can find her (again) ]