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"This is Caren Ortensia's voicemail. If you require me, please leave a message."

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For Justine | Lithia| NSFW

[showsnopiety]

ooc: thread starts over here!


[Justine knew how her clothes laced up after all.

It wasn't difficult. There was a soft sigh of fabric, and it slid down her arms, pooling over her elbows as she continued to stroke and feel over Justine's back.

The kiss was warm, heady, but Caren pulled back by a few inches.]

I don't think bunched fabric will be comfortable.

[Not between them. Let her just pull this off.]

[ishisstrength]

[Justine smiles against Caren's mouth as she pulls back and allows for her to pull the layers of fabric over her head and out of the way. It occurs to her that they shouldn't do this in the kitchen when its a house she shares but Justine finds it impossible to consider the consequences when the heady sensation of the drink is running through her thoughts.]

You are lovely.

[She speaks softly, her voice whispered like it's a secret shared between them.

Justine closes the distance between them as Caren's clothes are quickly discarded to the floor. She runs her fingers through the silky white hair as her mouth begins to trail hot eager kisses and bites along Caren's neck.]

Voice+

[quickrecipeh]

[But first Ignis sends a photo of a wild growing flower he hadn't seen before, something he does whenever he sees an interesting natural oddity here.]

Aside from the usual... could I trouble you for a small bit of assistance? I think it might interest you.

Voice

[showsnopiety]

[It's very pretty. And she's not familiar with it either-she needs to look that up in the Coven library.]

How can I be of assistance? Did you want me to find the flower for you in the library?

text; backdated to the night after the last full moon

[judgementor]

Caren, could we talk?

text;

[showsnopiety]

Yes, certainly.

How may I render assistance?

text / Deceuer 1st

[futhark]

[ While Caster doesn't bother to answer this post mention of Ignis piques his interest. He knows the man mostly by his existence in Caren's circle, somewhere close in fact. He did joke about him being her boyfriend, and she didn't shot that theory down.

He's still ridiculously busy with this project, but he is also the type to drop work-related things in favor of— of what he sees as truly important ]

Hey Caren. Do you need some company? There are a few nice places to visit— or I can play the heater if you'd let me inside your house again.

[ He's concerned and trying to be supportive ]

text

[showsnopiety]

[He knows her way too well at this point. But she tries not to bother him. She hadn't reached out to anyone really but for Prompto, as a prayer for Ignis and Gladio.]

Do any of them have gardens?

Else. You can come by. You don't have to play the heater if you don't want to.

[Yeah something is really wrong when she's not making demands.]

holiday gift!!

[overworker]

[Caren will get a lovely box of cute assorted holiday cookies. Everything from gingerbread to shortbread. There's also a tin of chai tea to go with it and a nice portable handheld case designed to be an on-the-go sewing kit. It's full of nice compartments and secure places to stick things.]

Holiday Gift

[clickclickbang]

[Happy Holidays, Caren! Please enjoy this bottle of rather expensive red wine! Because what do you get people this fancy but wine??

(The note also assures her that if she wants, Prompto can get a photo of Iggy for her.)]

Holiday Gift;

[fiddlestick]

[Caren will get a pair of boots designed for people with feet like her, made to give extra comfort and support for easier walking. They're in a color he's seen her wear before. ]

modranicht gift!

[fulgency]

[Unlike the vast majority of Ozymandias' presents, the one for Caren is delivered via sphinx. (As it turns out, Divine Beasts do not grow particularly fast even with an appropriate diet, so it's ability to carry much is... Well, it's a little limited.) Carried carefully in its mouth, it brings a small bag with it, pawing at her door until she opens it and accepts the delivery. There appears to be no signature required as the sphinx saunters off with its job complete.]

[Inside the bag, aside from the tissue paper, is a hair comb that when placed in Caren's hair will give the illusion of a partial crown made of flowers, different colors of gemstones given to the various flowers to stand in contrast against the white of her hair.]

modranicht gift

[futhark]

[ Caster kind of bends the rules, for part of his gift is actually not made by him. A wooden decoration in form of a tree in a circle attached to it, however, is his work. ]

To ease the heart and mind

[ Is the note added. The wind chimes are enchanted, and will occasionally start playing melodies (mostly Irish lullabies), their activation is random but it seems to start more often during the evening and night— all on their own. Holding to the wooden carvin will make the wind chime pick up one song that person holding it knows and will add it to their repetoire ]

modranicht gift;

[wiggleon]

[So this one Angel appreciates Caren's help with all the pastries, and what better way to show that appreciation than an ugly sweater, given with all the love an angel can carry?

There's a little note to go with it, thanking her for being so nice to him and signed, so she knows who the gift is from.]

Modranicht gift

[thejoyrider]

[The package left on her doorstep contains a plate of homemade cookies from Marie and a fresh lily flower.

“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]

12/25

[manlet]

[Caren receives a plain package in the early morning, delivered by the local courier service. Though the wrapping is unremarkable, Andersen has taken care to select a nice velvet ribbon. Within is a silver hair comb, its silver polished as bright as the moon.

There's a letter beneath it:]

Caren,

To be quite frank, I've been nothing but an unpleasant presence around you. You've done the world a disservice in putting up with my antics but have done me a great mercy with your patience. Consider this comb payment for the labor you've undergone. I can't promise to be any better company in the future.

-H.C.A.

Modranicht gift

[morbide]

[...It's delivered a day after Modranicht's ended, though.

A small, crinkly packet is left askew next to Caren's door with her name written upon it. The packet's roughed up a bit.

Inside is a note and a leather-braided bracelet. Braided in its length is a black and white feather belonging to a bird of some kind, though it could also belong to a Monster. A single charm hangs off of the closure, if you can call the claw of a large cat a charm. It's both understated and shimmery, and absolutely ominous. The note that accompanies it is torn a little.]

Happy Modranicht! Did you know that only you can read this note? I made up a pot of ink that only the intended recipient can see the letters. For practice.

This bracelet's a little something I whipped up to give the wearer something of an enchanted green thumb. (Your thumb won't actually turn green. I tried, but I'm not too great at complex enchantments yet.) When you're the one tending to plants, it imbues your work with a luck charm so that they might stand a chance against the unpredictability of life and death. I hope you think it's useful, and that maybe your plants can withstand a flash freeze — or worse.

-Henry

backdated modranicht gift!

[beariot]

[ Ursula's gift to Caren; a charm depicting a stylized symbol of Venus, the Morning Star. This one is different from the one she gave Alucard, with the symbol specifically designed to evoke the imagery of Mary. Along with it are the five symbols of Ishtar, Sif, Aphrodite, Ashtar, and Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli. The pentagram they form surrounds the symbol of Venus, and there's a tremendous, warm feeling mana that radiates from it.

The spell that charms it is not protective or offensive, but simply... blessing, in its essence. Whenever Caren is alone or cold, it will surround her with that warmth, feeling like a soft hug. It is comfort in a callous world. ]

12/25, b b backdated

[digiorno]

[For Caren: a lovingly-wrapped pair of boots, lowered slightly and adjusted to better fit kitty feet. Attached is a note.]

I honestly have no idea if you like this kind of thing or not, but I saw them and thought of you immediately. Hopefully that isn't too presumptuous. —Giorno

early Ieneuer /voice

[futhark]

[ He got a rough idea for Knit-wit's working hours so he chooses later afternoon to make this call. ]

Hey, Caren. Got a moment to chat?

voice

[showsnopiety]

For you, yes.

How may I be of assistance, Cú Chulainn?

2/20ish

[arturiarex]

Miss Ortensia,

I hope this note finds you well. The expedition proceeds as well as to be expected. I remain idle for some of it, but find other activities to fill the time.

I must again thank you for your kindness since my arrival.

-Saber

[showsnopiety]

[Huh, it's like letter writing.]

Dearest Saber,

The city remains whole and healthy; your company is however missed. I do hope though that you're happy out in the Wilds, and your health stays whole.

Perhaps when you return, we may enjoy tea together.

-Caren

action | end of feb, beginning of mar

[manlet]

[With the coming of spring, Andersen has become a little bolder. He's spent much of the month holed up in the theater, concerned about threats that may or may not come but the changing times have allowed him to regain some of his lost courage. It's why he sets off with a basket on his arm, taking his path by foot in order to exercise his weakened legs.

He arrives at Caren's sometime in the afternoon and announces his arrival with a series of rapid knocks and an obnoxious call:]

Anyone home? Hans Christian Andersen is here to call upon Caren the Chimera!

[showsnopiety]

[There's something muffled on the other side of the door, and after a few moments, the door opens up.

And there's Caren. Looking like the world's picture of annoyed cat. Or at least...an annoyed cat with a giant sock on her tail.]

That sounds weird. I have a last name you know.

[And her eyes drop to...what are this. It soap? It food???? What is it.]

What's in the basket?

White Day Gift

[hearthebell]

[L shows up to Caren's workplace carrying two tins. One contains a completely whole and unsliced pie; the other one contains only a single slice, 1/8 of the total and mostly absent second one. Etched into the exposed metal pan is a little message.]

Happy White Day, or 3.14. I hope you like Pi.

[It's cherry!]

Text;

[showsnopiety]

[Oh, well. After all the talk about chocolate, she thought it might be that but instead it's...pie...?

Oh, Pi day. This is the first she's heard of it. So she sends Linden a text.]

Thank you very much for the pie. Or rather, Pi? It's a cute joke. I'll be sure to enjoy it.

I wasn't aware of Pi day. You've taught me something new again.

backdated: text from CoolSkeleton95, sometime in late Feb

[spaghettimonster]

[Hey, Caren. Remember that time that Prompto and Ozymandias helped you share Dragon's story, and Papyrus offered to bring any other stories he hears?]

HELLO AGAIN! IT'S ME, PAPYRUS. THE COOLEST SKELETON AROUND!

I HEARD A STORY FROM SOME SAILORS. WITH SOME TRICKY TRANSLATION INVOLVED... BUT IT'S FROM A DISTANT CITY. SOUTH, OVER LOTS OF OCEAN. AND CALLED SOMETHING LIKE FIRST STEP. LIKE THE FIRST STEP UP TO THE HEAVENS...? THEY HAVE AND FOXES WITH SEVERAL TAILS, AND CHIMERAS, AND SAGES. AND LOTS OF MYSTICISM.

[Like most translation attempts, there's a few layers of paraphrasing here.]

IN THEIR STORY, THE TWINS WERE LOVERS. GODS WHO DIED TOGETHER... AND STAYED IN THE HEAVENS. TO WATCH OVER THE WORLD.

THEY DIDN'T THINK THE TWINS MADE THE CWYLD. AT LEAST NOT THE TWINS SPECIFICALLY. MAYBE THAT THE GODS OVERALL MADE IT. AS... WRATH FOR PEOPLE SEEKING KNOWLEDGE THAT THEY SHOULDN'T KNOW.

HOPE THAT HELPS YOUR PROJECT!!

text;

[showsnopiety]

[She remembers this and this was still unexpected. Welp. Now she knows of fox...people? That sounds rather familiar.]

Fox maidens...it seems that some things haven't changed.

Thank you for the information Papyrus. I'll write it down.

april.

[ressusciter]

[the footsteps are light, graceful. barely making a sound when he leaps and lands, and yet, still ending up in different territory than usual. he's taking it for granted that the gloomy weather means he won't be likely disturbed if he stops and lights his cigarette now, taking in the view from the heights. it's a single spark of light in his day to be able to roam the roofs as he pleases - people don't look up, or listen too hard.

however, it's still not his territory. it's still stopping in a strange place, and if his footsteps are soft, there's also a new scent in the air - the spice and tobacco off what he lit.]

[showsnopiety]

[They're light steps, graceful, and to normal hearing, it might have even been missed. But...Caren was up here on this day, even in this gloomy weather, seemingly ready to become something nasty.

She wasn't exploring. She did have a short sword by her side, but instead of using her weapon, she was...exercising her wings. They weren't completely full yet-they were still filling in-but she wanted her muscles ready for the day she decided to fly.

The scent of spice and tobacco, the light step...she grabbed her weapon, and turned with a quiet snarl, a growl working up into her throat. It was partially out of being territorial but also...she didn't like surprises anymore. They made her think too much of possible kidnapping.]

Who are you, and what are you doing on my roof?

[There was a rasp in her normally soft voice as she stared at her visitor. It might have been funny, considering their difference in stature- but she had no problem in running him off, if that's what she had to do.]