Posts by Luna Aureum

Well, so that was that. She watched as Sweetophelia offered— maybe not so much offered but demanded —to take Riddlersgame home to sober up, and as Jerseyboy spat where the other male had stood and stomped off, and she there was suddenly a moment where she was unsure of what to do next. The pain medicine she had taken before the dance was wearing off steadily, a consistent pounding in her head alongside the beat of her nervous heart emerging in her temples; she reached up to rub them, and turned back to the crowd that had gathered to watch Jerseyboy and Riddlersgame fight (over Sweetophelia, it had been— apparently, the leader was more than just respected as a ruler, but as an eligible bachelorette, though it didn't seem like she had wanted anything to do with either of the men) and sighed. "...Thanks for coming, everyone," the psychic mumbled, more to herself than anything as a bitter joke.

With that much done, the tiny feline pushed her way through the group to end up at the back table where all the drinks sat. Many of them had been finished throughout the night (maybe mostly by Riddlersgame, who'd been clearly severely intoxicated during the brawl) and simply stared for a minute as her head slowly started pounding. She'd only ingested alcohol once before with Jerseyboy, and it'd been incredibly bitter and hot as it went down her throat and into her stomach— she hadn't ate that night either, which hadn't helped with the sickness that had came over her afterwards. However, she had a full stomach tonight, and she really just wanted a temporary fix. So, without regret, she threw one of them back, face twisting as the scathing liquid ran down. And then another. She didn't know if the event was done now (she didn't think any of the allies would like to stay after all that had went down) but, fuck it, she was going to get drunk.

What a night it had been. She wondered if there was any real winners on prom— the atmosphere had been skewed off after those who were involved with the main attraction had stomped off, Sweetophelia and Jerseyboy didn't get their night as prom king and queen that Jerseyboy seemed to have wanted, and Riddlersgame was subjected to the embarrassment of having to be lead by his ex-girlfriend home since he had been too drunk to do it himself. Luna wondered if that was what all proms were like, but if not, she was definitely never going to one again. Even if she thought it would be fun with Loveletter. Her best idea after the fact with her painkillers wearing off was to down some of the drinks that Riddlersgame hadn't, and now she was left with an unpleasant hangover. However, as she walked past Jerseyboy's hut with a stumble as she swallowed some painkillers and glanced inside, she could guess that she probably didn't feel as bad as Jerseyboy did.

"Hungover?" Luna rasped out, though she hadn't seen Jerseyboy drink anything. Perhaps it was just the emotional aftereffects of what had happened that made her coworker, well, look like a mess. She probably didn't look much better. Her eyes were tired, but at least the painkillers were starting to kick in and she was able to walk normally, but she doubted they would last for very long and she'd have to go get more. Maybe even for Jersey as well. "Or just fought too hard?" She listened to the lazy music that played— the situation was an odd blend between amusing, pathetic, and ridiculous for Luna. The poor guy had fought hard for Sweetophelia, and he didn't even get the night he had tried for. But, admittedly, seeing the male still in his bowtie staring tiredly at a wall was funny to her. Especially with the song playing that seemed to encompass his mood.

Talk to her, Luna. For some reason, that was what made everything come crashing down around Luna, and she wanted to scream at Benjamin even though he was doing his best and helping save Loveletter. She wasn't the one who did the talking, she never was. Loveletter always lead the conversations, and Luna just added to them when she saw fit; how was she supposed to talk to her now, when she was bleeding and bent in all the wrong angles, already looking dead? Panic rose in her chest and she swallowed it back down as it threatened her to raise her voice, but it wouldn't do anything but hurt Loveletter. That was the last thing she wanted. Benjamin knew best, so she slowly made her way over to the broken calico, her paws not wanting to leave from the position they were at. Even now, gravity was working overtime as she stood still next to the body. She could collapse in this moment; the world was spinning around her, but she had to stay conscious. Fainting now would only cause more problems.

But, as ever, Loveletter had something witty to say she stared down at her friend, lips twisted into a painful expression as she winked at her and Luna could cry. Luna never cried, couldn't remember a single time that she had, but if Loveletter was still being herself then that had to mean she was doing okay. Or she was going to be, at least. Death might've been easier, but Luna had apparently decided it wasn't the option she preferred. As Loveletter coughed, she dropped lower, careful to avoid the range where she could be hit by bloody saliva. "Don't talk so much. You'll hurt yourself more," she chided lightly, but it wasn't all that serious. She really just wanted to hear Loveletter talk. "You're ridiculous," she breathed out after giving a weak attempt at a laugh when Loveletter told her to take a picture of her, shaking her head a little too vigorously to the point she stumbled. "It's nothing to laugh at, Love. If you were me right now and saw what I saw, you sure as hell wouldn't laugh." Luna never swore on any religious places, but she did now, head tilted as she stared at Loveletter's orange eyes. Thankfully, they seemed undamaged, still sparkling with the mirth they always did. "And don't be rude to Benjamin. He and Lorraine are the only things keeping you alive right now, you..." She trailed off, lost in thought.

After a moment, she sighed deeply, trying to make her face look serious but it didn't come across that way. She still only looked in pain, but her golden eyes glittered with rare emotion— relief. "What happened, Love? What did you do?" she questioned, though it was obvious she'd fallen. Perhaps she wouldn't have been so damaged if she wasn't so brittle and breakable. Swallowing hard, Luna said, "After this, I'm going to have to have a long talk with you about eating better. You're so thin, that's probably why all your bones broke. If you'd fallen just a little further..." Once more, she trailed off, and she silently both cursed and thanked fate. Cursed because it had laid out the path for this to happen to Loveletter in the first place, but thanked because fate wasn't so cruel to have her fall just a bit higher and possibly end it all there. Or perhaps that was its own cruelty, putting Loveletter through pain instead of a quick death. None of it mattered anyways— fate wasn't a conscious thing, and somewhere along the road, Loveletter had taken the path to lead her to where she was laying on the ground now. In that sense, it was Loveletter's own fault, by Luna's philosophy. Perhaps it was, but Luna denied her beliefs— or, at least, she would reject them for now. It wasn't the time to get lost in thought.

"I'm no good at this. I'm sorry," she admitted slowly, directed towards Loveletter and Benjamin both but also herself. There should be more that she could do. Towards Love only then, Luna said, "You're the one that's good at talking, not me. I'm just improvising, I guess."

Feeling Benjamin's gaze on her, Luna turned and met his questioning eyes with her own and she simply shrugged as if to say, What else are we supposed to do? If the child said he was from the stars, then they couldn't find his real home— if the sky wasn't he real home, that was. Luna wasn't ruling out any possibilities, and it seemed so odd that it was almost believable, especially when Jester began to explain things about his constellation and others. At such a young age (physically, at least, but perhaps he was mentally older), how else would he know so much about the night sky? Punctuating this was the child questioning him about how she had known about the constellation, causing her to take a step back.

"...Well, you just mentioned it," she began in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone, though she paused and realized she should probably make an effort to be more personable. So, she let part of her history go towards the star child, saying, "When I was young, my mother taught me about the stars. I spent a lot of time under them as well." It was a habit she didn't practice often anymore, being far too tired most of the time. Her mother's teachings and apparent infatuation with the night sky likely explained her name after a celestial object. She never thought much about her name, but when Jester complimented it she gave a crooked smile. "Thank you." It wasn't the first time she had heard that. Perhaps she should be thankful for her name.

However, the nice moment ended when Jestertrap yelling out a response to her saying she didn't know how to get him back up there, and soon, he was saying he wanted to stay. There was no reason for her to deny him, despite the noise and energy giving her a headache, and she admittedly thought he was a peculiar creature— kind of cute, yet mysterious. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't want to learn more about him. "...Welcome, then." This was certainly different from most joiners' introductions. "Why don't you want to go back? Did you not like it there?"

"Oh no you don't," Luna piped up, walking over with a bored and final expression on her face. Though Loveletter felt infinitely physically worse, the Paladin was drained from the emotional force the injuries had risen from her. Not feeling things strongly could be argued as a pleasant thing, being calm in the face of most disasters and not being at risk for sadness, until the day came that one felt something. That had been Luna, and there was no way she was going to let Loveletter make herself worse and lengthen her recovery. Perhaps she was a little too overprotective, but she didn't care, so the little psychic stood with her feet firmly rooted to the ground and her lips pursed, head shaking at her friend.

"It's only been a few days, Love. Do you know how many bones you broke? And I know you. You'll probably go and get yourself hurt again." She was no medic, but she knew that a few days seemed too early for Loveletter to go out and about. Perhaps in a little while she could walk around just to get herself moving and to stretch her muscles, but unless one of the medics said otherwise (and even then, she'd watch with reluctance), Luna was not going to let this happen on her watch.

Perhaps ironically, Luna didn't sleep easily either— she was named after the moon and she was usually insomnia ridden from a multitude of reasons, ranging from philosophical musings, her constant medication, and headaches. Currently, though, she couldn't sleep out of worry. A lot had been happening in the clan the past few days, but most importantly (and the only important one for her, at least) was her almost-more-than best friend getting severely injured. As expected, a lot was on Luna's mind, and even with medication to help her out, she couldn't sleep a wink. As she did most nights, she was left to wander outside and stare at the sky, a habit from living alone that she hadn't been able to chase away.

Rain drops fell heavy and warm on her pelt, but Luna didn't mind. Unless it was a thunderstorm she wouldn't retreat, and even then it was questionable, but the clouds meant it was difficult for her to stargaze. Luna suddenly became aware of another presence nearby, and she stiffened for a moment before she recognized it as non-threatening. Soon, her gaze fell upon their newest child addition to the clan— Jestertrap. For a moment, the Paladin wondered if she should turn around, being wary of the child's exuberance, but she had more of a heart these days than she typically held in her chest.

"...Isn't it dreary?" she said quietly, trying to soften her voice but failing. It wasn't like she minded the weather, but she thought Jester would be somewhat disappointed, seeing as he claimed to have fallen from the stars and was one himself. "I really wanted to see the stars tonight." That wasn't entirely an exaggeration. Perhaps they would give her some comfort with what had been happening— even though Love was going to be okay, she still worried, which worried her even more.

"Lovely," Luna commented flatly as she approached, her gaze steadily staring at the abandoned bowtie, her expression blank. She wondered what exactly Jerseyboy had gotten into this time— and though Luna didn't know what Bill Cipher or the Rebellion of Terminus smelled like, she had a suspicion that it had been Bill anyway with all the interference the leader had been giving them; at least within the month that she'd been around. At least Jerseyboy had been intelligent enough to leave his bowtie behind as a clue to show he hadn't simply left the clan, or Bill Cipher was incredibly stupid. Maybe both.

"Well, everyone," she drawled out, rubbing her temples as she turned around to let her eyes wander across the group that had formed. "What should we do about this?" Sweetophelia likely wouldn't be too happy with the situation, but Luna didn't know how the leader would react with all that she had gone through recently and if her course of action would be skewed from what it normally would be. But that was what they were here for, right? Trying to find him? Or was it better to wait it out?

Luna herself was no stranger to migraines. During her first week or two in BlizzardClan, she had been unable to leave her hut often because of them and usually ended up heavily medicated when she did. With the exposure and time, the empath's migraines grew less and less frequent, only occurring during spikes of heavy emotion or with interference from other things— drinking, for example, gave her a nastier hangover than it would give most. It was unfortunate, considering alcohol worked as a pain reliever, but it was better to stick with natural remedies even if they didn't work as effectively so the situation didn't worsen. However, she still had a headache most of the time; she didn't let it show frequently besides the frequent rubbing her temples, but it was a way to understand Luna's blunt nature. She didn't want to deal with things longer than she had to.

At first, the Paladin simply stared at 2D with curiosity at a distance, but she recognized the symptoms quickly— even worse, concerned BlizzardClanners were gathering around their crying clanmate. They meant well, Lottie especially, but exposure generally made things worse— or, at least, it did for her, but she was also aware that her situation was somewhat unusual. There was a pause as she contemplated what to do since approaching would surely make it worse, but perhaps it would work better in the long run. On light footsteps, the feline stepped forward and crouched down in front of 2D as not to loom ominously over him, her face twisted oddly as she attempted to appear more sympathetic.

"Hey," she greeted quietly, head tipping to the side. "Would you like me to get some pain medicine for you? Lottie can as well. I know the feeling." It was a rare flash of empathy, real or fabricated in Luna, though it was difficult to note it.

This was officially the first of these Luna would be attending. She'd attended a couple of meetings between high positions, but overall, her job description hadn't needed exercising— neither a blessing nor a curse for Luna, who didn't care for the title nor did she wish to go to the ends of the earth to keep it, but it made her life easier. She wondered what the topic of discussion would be, though it could be anything and everything— addressing Germanicus' departure from the team, Aleksei's injury, perhaps even that infamous Bill Cipher Luna had yet to meet would be brought up. Or, she thought bitterly, We could just have a nice tea party and get to know eachother. Doubtful, though she couldn't say she knew any of her coworkers well, save for the exception of Loveletter. If her friend dragged herself to this meeting, she may just have a heart attack right then in there, but not before scolding Love and Nathaniel (for calling her over in the first place) for thinking it was a good idea.

Unfortunately for her, she seemed to be the first one to show up, and she wondered if it actually would be better if her only friend showed up. She didn't know the commander well by any means, but she pursed her lips in her signature fashion and gave a curt nod toward Nathaniel before sitting down and crossing her tail around her, almost like a barrier. Her eyes wandered elsewhere, comfortable with staying in silence until the others arrived.

If ever asked, Luna wouldn't be able to deny that it was unsettling to see Sweetophelia so shaken up. The Paladin had respected the leader since the moment she'd joined due to her seemingly embodying all of the necessary traits to lead, and Luna couldn't help but trust her on a politically level. So since she had first seen Sweetophelia hit a breaking point, she'd been unsettled for a brief moment. However, Luna understood that Sweet was a real being as well, and real beings had breaking points— who wouldn't break at the sight of seeing their son's eyes gored out by their apprentice, one held very highly? Everyone except for Luna, perhaps, but that didn't make her better than Sweet by any means. A breaking point was a good thing.

This meant unease, though, no matter the confliction between good and bad on having a breaking point. Luna had yet to think of BlizzardClan as a home despite her rank, but she did worry slightly for Sweet's wellbeing and the decisions she would make. Perhaps that was what was to blame here, Luna wondered, as she pursed her lips as she came to stand a distance behind Pierce, analyzing the situation. The same aura and smell lingered around Sweet that was around Jerseyboy's bowtie, and Luna mentally placed it as Bill Cipher. After all, who else would Sweetophelia get so riled up over?

After a moment, Luna's gold eyes shifted up to the vice-leader. "Shall I get a medic?" That seemed to be her job these days— she showed up at a scene and left to summon Benjamin or Iselotta, even Lorraine if she could find her quickly, and didn't come back. At least there was no hypnotizing golden blood at this scene, though Luna watched curiously anyways— she was not a stranger to bloodshed, but she was always oddly fascinated with it. She didn't know why.

Perhaps she should've reacted with more distress, but she couldn't muster it. Sweetophelia would be alright— she felt it in her bones and her gut, and though Sweet had her respect, Luna wasn't close enough to her to panic like she had around Loveletter. However, the psychic turned to Jestertrap and pursed her lips at his panic. Children were usually exposed to bloodshed early on and were jaded by it so Luna found it odd until she remembered Jester had claimed to have fallen from the sky. With a soft sigh, the feline walked over to the child to stand next to him in hopes to comfort him, though she couldn't find anything to say.