all you want is honey -- gardening

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    ✧ She had been traveling between the mansion and where she had last been staying for a few days. It isn't entirely because she's uncomfortable in the Cartel (there's a lot more people than she's used to, and a lot more stuff,) but it plays a small part. Mostly, her trips are because of how quickly she left to find Colette. All of Alexandria's belongings are back where she used to be instead of where she is now. Her main concern are her plants and gems and candles. The candles might get wet and the gems might get stolen, but her plants could die. That'd suck.


    Coming back from her most recent trip, a makeshift cart trails behind the black cat as she struggles into the territory. She's slow and careful so that plants don't fall off and branches don't break. Lexie stops and starts as she nears the mansion, careful of pavers and stones, until she just stops. "I'm sorry I left you behind," she murmurs to her plants, voice cooing. Paws scrape to male a little hole in the ground and then move a plant into its new place. Once the soil is pat into place and leveled Alexandria moves to the next one. "This is our new home. Uh, Colette likes it. It's okay - someone called me a thug, but I'm a cat? It's weird." She continues to chatter as she gardens, oblivious.


    ✘ Would Battery be considered a gardener? He did spend all his days tending to plants, but it wasn't like he was growing them for aesthetics. Despite loving nursing his plants to health, he definitely wouldn't have the same motivation if his plants didn't have brain-altering properties. In his jaws he held a basket of compost, heading back towards the greenhouse to put it to use.


    As he saw Alexandria talking to her plants, he frowned, confused. "Why are you talking to them? It doesn't help them grow faster, you know," Battery said, tilting his head as his large eyes scanned over the plants she had been carrying. He didn't understand why some may be sentimental towards their plants. "Thugs can be cats. Thugs are the normal rank here," Battery said, blinking rapidly, even more confused.


    GHOULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER ☣

    "I think you fail to realise just how alive plants really are, Battery."

    Ghoulian remarked as he limped his way over, his three-legged stride still awkward looking, but it did seem to be getting stronger now that he was recovering from his wounds. The muscles were recovering and whilst he worked on getting out more he found that he was bulking up again at last. He doubted he'd ever be as strong as he used to be, but as long as he wasn't permanently bedridden he'd be happy enough.


    The saluki sat himself down on his rump once he reached the pair and he eyed what Alexandria was doing.

    "Always a good thing to see another lover of plants about. Having gardeners is always a good thing given the amount we've got."

    Two greenhouses, and of course the vast garden itself was a lot to tend to. Though the care came easy when multiple individuals worked on it all.


    ☠ THE WORLD WILL BURN!



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    "Thugs, thugs, thugs." There went Jäger again. He was finding a loy of enjoyment out of all these new terms, testing them on his tongue often as to commit them to memory. He was drawn to the girl talking, seemingly, to the plants as a moth would be to a lamp. What was she doing? He had to know, so here he was. "Oh, you might not know that for sure, Battery boy,-" nice one, Jäger, very cool "-until you've tried." He himself wasn't sure of the advantages of tones around plants, but whatever.


    Careful to avoid her work, he picks his way over to take a closer peek. As expected, he had absolutely no idea what they were supposed to be. They looked alright though. Lifting golden eyes back to the other, he has a moment of realization and suddenly pipes up, "It's Jäger, by the way. Can I have your name, fair lady?"

    " — Asimov could never grow anything. He had been enamored with certain plant lovers in the past, but he found them utterly too feminine, much too below him. Maintaining a garden was an investment. He didn't like to invest- he wanted gratification now. He liked quick-acting drugs and things he could inject right into his bloodstream, things that kept on his streak of absolute mania. He hadn't realized that was the sort of headspace he was in, but he felt like he could feel the blood pumping throughout his body.


    He didn't know Alexandria very well, and he ran his tongue over his teeth idly, wondering what sort of power he had over her. "Well, it's cute, at least," The Godfather spoke, looking at Alexandria. "Battery, maybe you're not putting enough love into our drugs," The kitsune joked, looking at the Capo, but there was a certain look in Asimov's eyes- entirely too focused, and he lingered on Battery's form for too long. Perhaps not even on any drugs, but certainly not in a state where he considered what other people thought.

    ★ - Cairo was by no means a great gardener, though he did enjoy it in certain capacities. It did frustrate him that he was not more skilled than he was, but he had grown a few herbs of his own in the past. It had been nice, if not a little time-consuming.


    Cairo had made a slight point to avoid sitting directly next to Asimov: the way that his father had been acting recently had really been making him uncomfortable for a number of reasons, including how much he disliked it despite resembling himself.


    As the conversation of talking to plants arose, Cairo shakily leaned down to look closer at a plant, his golden eyes shining upon them despite their overall lack of luster as of late. "...I-I suppose there's no point in being rude to them, yeah."

    ✘ As Ghoulian made a pretentious remark about how alive plants were, he just rolled his eyes. Of course plants were alive. He didn't need to be told that. He loved his plants, not for the sentimental values, but for the effects they produced. Surely, that was enough?


    "What? Yes, I'll suckle them and read them a bedtime story," Battery laughed dryly, shaking his head. "Maybe then they'll love me as much as Alexandria's plants must love her." Really, he put enough care into his plants already. He didn't think they'd yield any more crop if he sung to the plants or talked to them. Eventually, his eyes landed on Asimov, and he held his gaze for a little longer than what was usual.


    "lexie's plants love her!" colette purred as she joined the crowd. like many of them, she wasn't the best at keeping plants alive. she had her little succulent that she found a few days after joining, but that wasn't hard to take care of (not to mention she had a sneaking suspicion that alexandria was taking care of it behind her back - not that she minded.) the young flame point kept her fur rumbling in her chest, "one time, i watched them dance as she was singing to them," she chirped. the easiest answer was that there was a breeze that day, but lettie let her clouded mind obscure that fact.

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    While he was no gardener by definition, he does enjoy making sure the garden beds always remain weed free and clean. His room contains only two plants that were left by his room's previous occupant, but he does not mind tending to them. There was something about looking at those vibrant green plants that brought him a sense of peace and for that he was grateful. When it came to talking to his plants, well, it was just something he had never done before aside from the usual "you're so dramatic I Just watered your sorry ass two days ago," type thing. Plants were needy little things, but he would have felt bad it he allowed them to wither away under his care.


    "Someone once told me plants can sing, though it's so quiet you can't hear it," says the catsune upon his arrival, his eyes training themselves on the lass's plants. He also heard talking to them helps, but he doubts that's the case given 'wild' plants grow just fine without any outside interaction.


    ✧ This is another strange thing about living in a big group, she realises. People can just come over and start talking without any worry that food would be stolen or mean words would be said. Once they start talking they don't seem to stop either. "Do they need to grow faster?" She asks Battery, confusion dropping her voice to its regular tone. The comment about thugs (she's still a cat) gets largely ignored as she smiles at Ghoul. It's as confused as her tone. "Don't they mind? Sharing gardens, I mean."


    Lexie's planting slows down as even more people join the group, blinking as they continue to speak. The conversation mostly drifts away from her, which she's okay with, but every now and then it drifts back. "Uh, it's Alexandria," she eventually replies to Jager, eyes wandering to his wings purely for their novelty. Wings and interesting colours - everyone here is pretty. That fact and Asmiov's words make her shrink in on herself. "It's helpful," she corrects in a mutter. It's not like she can get up and walk away with her plants, and she can't leave them with these people. At least Cairo's comment is a relief compared to Battery's, and enough to keep her put.


    Her shoulders relax when Colette arrives. She can rely on her sister to be nice, even if she's a little bit out of it, and with so many strangers here she could use some nice. Her plants could, too. A little embarrassment creeps over her face and she readies a defence of, I don't sing often, when someone else mentions singing. Alexandria doesn't know the someone else, but they seem nice enough too. "Maybe we can sing while I plant the last few. Uh, the plants might join in?" She kind of doubts it, but it would be cool.