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nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
ninjavampire) wrote in nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
Entry tags:
talking to ghosts
Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
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"You brought candy and are forbidding the elves from having any of it? Really, Spider-Man. That is unbecoming."
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Unbecoming Spider-Man will be keeping a close eye on the candy while he sets up some floral wire to form a ring. Another golden petal or two fall from where they got snagged in locks of hair.
This latest project of his seemed ridiculously low tech considering his usual subject of obsession.
“And like I said, it’s not for them.”
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He conjures a large bowl out of light on a table far from Miguel, then opens Lokispace and pulls out a large bag of candy, the type that stores sell for Halloween preparation. He whistles, then pours the candy into the bowl. "This is all for you elves, and there is more where it came from."
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"Thank you, Wicked God of Mischief." he says dryly, with a substantial note of sarcasm.
The rhythmic jingling of two dozen nearby elves dampens the effect of his sour mood, scurrying around his shins like a school of fish to get to the available free Halloween bowl! He doesn't seem to linger too long on Loki, at least, settling into his chair to get to his task. It's always business with this one.
The task at hand seems to be fairly delicate, involving wire and the orange-petaled marigolds. The odd luminant one seems to be set to the side for now.
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"You should at least hide your candy while they are distracted."
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One would guess that Spidermen might have some innate sense of how to weave things together, given the animal of choice, but the actual flowers made all of this a lot more delicate and time consuming. And its been ages since he's ever had to touch silk or webfluid.
Miguel was clearly working through something in the process of twisting all the little green wires into shape.