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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 4:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 8:11 pm
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Kekomura's Matriarch busied herself between tables, overseeing as much as she was doing herself. "Ah! Those centerpieces look lovely, dear! Thank you so much for doing that!" she called to another angel with a warm smile before turning to straighten some chairs.
Takeko had shed her normal garb in exchange for an ornate full-length kimono for the occasion this evening, though she normally didn't go quite so formal. Special occasion and all that. And the children had insisted she join them in dressing up, so who was she to argue?
Casting an eye towards her eldest son who had insisted on overseeing the smoking and grilling preparations, she chuckled to herself and offered a warning. "Kane, be sure to keep an eye out for Nyra's new little ones. They're quicker than you would think and I'd rather they not get into the roasts until they're cooked. I'm watching you too, sir!" she teased the demon before heading back towards the central square with a laugh.
The meeting area was cast in a warm orange light from the torches and candles, which would be aided by the setting sun as time passed. The distinctive smell of cinnamon and apples wafted through the air and she allowed herself to breathe deeply. Already, several children were running through the preparations in costume before being shoo'd away to go have fun elsewhere by their parents. Her heart swelled at the sight of community and connection and she could hardly believe such a place had grown from her little family home all those years ago...
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2019 11:19 am
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The air around the small tree off to the side of the clearing grew icy cold. Smoke began to bellow out from it's roots until it covered a small area of grass that was slowly dying and shriveling up simultaneously. Out of this dark and dreary pocket of air, stepped a small reddish orange teen with snakes on her head, leading a slighter larger preteen purple and orange danger noodle. Only this snake was wearing a costume that looked alarming similar to the now dead Venus. Blonde curly wig, and small and pink feathered wings. Her purple face painted in a soft, pale blush. A dark liner lined her eyes in thin, expressive design. And a red lipstick, it's shade a color that resembled blood more than lipstick upon closer inspection, glazed her thin, reptillian lips. Her white toga shone in the darkened night.
And maegara couldnt be prouder.
"You ready for this, baby?"
Nonougo nodded, her eyes darting around for predators and prey.
"Then let's go party!" Maegara quickly closed the portal behind her and off they went to play in the night.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2019 11:49 am
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It was one of Coracias' favorite festivals from when she used to live in the village of Kekomura, the feast of Dannas Meren. There was no way she would let herself miss it, not this year. Not that she had missed it the year prior, but... She didn't wish to miss it either. Okay, that may have been a misleading statement, sure, but she didn't think too hard about it.
Fully dressed up for the part, the angel had her hair braided into two pigtails on either end and what appeared to be a milk-maid's dress. Or, well, a very liberal interpretation of some of the clothing to be found at Kurt's Ranch; it had been a while since she lived there, so it likely scarcely resembled the real thing any longer.
Now, normally her first order of business would be to go offer a friendly hello to the local matriarch - Takeko - and compliment her on her lovely dress, but she seemed busy enough as it was. So instead she decided to wander off to see if she couldn't siphon some meat while the resident smoker wasn't looking.
He'd certainly know what her intention was - she never was skilled at hiding things.
"Yo Kane, need any help?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2019 12:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2019 6:08 pm
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