[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[redrooms]

[Natasha gives him a fistbump, then steps forward to hug him, squeezing tight.]

We'll be alright, Davesprite, I promise.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Natasha gets a startled caw for her effort, and a stiff-postured teenager in her arms.]

[Can he wiggle away? He's going to try to. He is not good at receiving hugs.]

[redrooms]

[Natasha lets him wiggle away, smiling as she lets go.]

Would you like me to come with you?

[mrcreamsicles]

[His feathers ruffle and resettle. Look what you did, Nat. They were in disarray already, but now they're indistinguishably worse.]

[He clears his voice.]

No. I'm a big enough target as it is, like this.

[Just look at him. He's fucking orange.]

I don't need to paint a bigger target on your back. Just go and keep safe, alright?

[redrooms]

Davesprite, I'm wearing all black and I have red hair.

[She doesn't exactly blend into the snow.]

You don't need to worry about me. If you want me with you, I'll come.

[mrcreamsicles]

One conspicuous target plus another doesn't help, genius. Besides, I've been jumpy enough that trying to worry over you is going to mess me up, even if I know you're way more capable than I am with this stuff.

[It's really not personal.]

I'm going to go out on my own. But I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? If we're both alive, if we still can.

[redrooms]

[Natasha laughs softly, rolling her eyes.]

Of course, Mr. Bond. I defer to your judgment.

[Her tone is light for the first time in their conversation, at least.]

Do you have anything to protect yourself with?

[mrcreamsicles]

[He spreads his hands.]

Nope. Not more than a wooden spoon and my nails. [He flexes his fingers.] But the key is trying to avoid fights in the first place. Even if I had a sword with me like I'm used to, I wouldn't want to use it against a person.

My best bet's to keep my eyes peeled and my ears open.

[redrooms]

You're right, but it doesn't hurt to have a back up plan. I can give you something just in case.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He's quiet a moment. He doesn't like the idea, but he can't deny the risk, either.]

What do you have?

[redrooms]

Just scissors. They're useful even if you don't use them as a weapon.

[mrcreamsicles]

In that case I'll take them.

[She is right about them being useful, and he doesn't have anything good for cutting things just yet. He holds out his hand.]

[redrooms]

[Natasha leans over to pull them out of her boot, then hands them over.]

Stay safe, Davesprite. If anything happens, contact me, alright?

[mrcreamsicles]

Thanks.

[He loads them into a loop on the utility belt he wears, the one he keeps the wooden spoon in. Loading them together should make it less likely for the scissors to fall out, he figures, and it's where he would reach to begin with if he wanted to grab something to defend himself with.]

You too, Nat, for both parts. I'll talk to you tomorrow if I can, too, even if nothing else happens tonight.