voyant-clair

[voyant-clair]

The creeper prank didn’t work.

Cub knows what she is. She could have fled. She could have disappeared into a pile of leaves as she so often does, but no. She chose this.

Her leaves turn pale. Branches sprout from out her head, and eyeblossoms bloom out the cavities in her chest. It’s not her true form. But it’s a lot more comfortable.

It’s not often something like myself will show its face ‘round here

Your intrigue is warranted— as much as mine’s t’ward you, my dear

It’s only natural, each one’s own

To squint one’s eyes at what’s been shown

But worry not, I come alone

A flurry of leaves form faux hands, no arms attached. They’re carrying a shulker box.

…bearing now a gift, my dear.

An image of a certain material is printed atop the box.

Polished tuff.

Seems full.

xisuma i expected to find me, admin and all, though i’m surprised you did.

[voyant-clair]

She stops in her tracks.

Nothing comes across in this form, but she’s deep in thought. He’d make a great Hermit for her purposes. A lone wolf who cooperates with Watchers and acts for his own benefit first and foremost…

Your addition would be fun.

She emulates a breath.

I shall see what can be done.

With that, Clair dissipates into the air, leaving a pile of leaves and twigs in her place.

There’s a rustling of leaves nearby. Something is drawing near.

Common animals are a rare sight in the gardens, but it’s not unheard of. Wouldn’t be all that unreasonable to assume the source of the pitter-patter was a chicken who got lost.

But this isn’t a chicken.

It draws closer.

And it starts to hiss.

@voyant-clair

What the–

–eEAAAAAAAAAAA–!

And it doesn’t explode. BigB lowers his shield, opening his eyes

Oh!

A nervous laugh.

You got me good, Clair! Heart’s racing right now, nearly jumped out of my skin.

[voyant-clair]

Ah, if you insist, my friend.

The rocking changes pace to a swifter tempo.

See, from what I’ve gathered, there’s a virus on the server

with the goal of causing chaos, it’s an admirable aim.

See, from what I’ve gathered, she had heard of Docm’s fervor,

hid some candles in his house and introduced herself by name.

See, from what I’ve gathered, she had asked him for ideas,

and with Martyn as her victim, Doc was happy to supply.

She had used Doc’s plan, lured Martyn out, and thereby he as–

–sisted in the actions leading Martyn Littlewood to die.

Her earwings flutter once more.

Far as I’m aware, her name is Illux, she seems splendid,

we have many things in common, me and her, yes, her and I.

She is not a Watcher like myself, and yet she lended

beings of my type a meal before she left that lad to die.

There’s a rustling of leaves nearby. Something is drawing near.

Common animals are a rare sight in the gardens, but it’s not unheard of. Wouldn’t be all that unreasonable to assume the source of the pitter-patter was a chicken who got lost.

But this isn’t a chicken.

It draws closer.

And it starts to hiss.

@voyant-clair

What the–

–eEAAAAAAAAAAA–!

And it doesn’t explode. BigB lowers his shield, opening his eyes

Oh!

A nervous laugh.

You got me good, Clair! Heart’s racing right now, nearly jumped out of my skin.

[voyant-clair]

Clair shifts her weight to the side.

Well, truth be told, the credit’s shared,

but that’s semantics, I won’t bore you,

what’s important, someone’s scared.

There’s a crinkle of leaves decorating the silence she left.

…lest you wish to hearken more.

There’s a rustling of leaves nearby. Something is drawing near.

Common animals are a rare sight in the gardens, but it’s not unheard of. Wouldn’t be all that unreasonable to assume the source of the pitter-patter was a chicken who got lost.

But this isn’t a chicken.

It draws closer.

And it starts to hiss.

@voyant-clair

What the–

–eEAAAAAAAAAAA–!

And it doesn’t explode. BigB lowers his shield, opening his eyes

Oh!

A nervous laugh.

You got me good, Clair! Heart’s racing right now, nearly jumped out of my skin.

[voyant-clair]

His name is Martyn Littlewood,

They speak of his “emotive soul”–

it’s merited, his shock tastes good.

I’ve grown a fondness for this whole

ordeal between himself and Doc.

They’re at each other’s throats, this fight

provides an ample source of shock,

the ways they act, it’s never quite…

There’s a pause. Her meter nearly shifts, but settles at a slowed version of its previous state.

…predictable, it’s always new.

You never know what they might do.

There’s a rustling of leaves nearby. Something is drawing near.

Common animals are a rare sight in the gardens, but it’s not unheard of. Wouldn’t be all that unreasonable to assume the source of the pitter-patter was a chicken who got lost.

But this isn’t a chicken.

It draws closer.

And it starts to hiss.

@voyant-clair

What the–

–eEAAAAAAAAAAA–!

And it doesn’t explode. BigB lowers his shield, opening his eyes

Oh!

A nervous laugh.

You got me good, Clair! Heart’s racing right now, nearly jumped out of my skin.

[voyant-clair]

The rhythm at which she sways shifts to a new meter.

My, it’s more than cool, it’s more than fine, I’m frankly quite ecstatic!

I have just bore witness to a scare that borders on somatic.

Quite the ample feast, to say the least– a show of great subversion.

Oh, the way he jumped, his heart was thumping, such ornate immersion!

And again, it shifts.

Figured I’d stop by to tell you,

I assume you’re doing well too?

There’s a rustling of leaves nearby. Something is drawing near.

Common animals are a rare sight in the gardens, but it’s not unheard of. Wouldn’t be all that unreasonable to assume the source of the pitter-patter was a chicken who got lost.

But this isn’t a chicken.

It draws closer.

And it starts to hiss.

@voyant-clair

What the–

–eEAAAAAAAAAAA–!

And it doesn’t explode. BigB lowers his shield, opening his eyes

Oh!

A nervous laugh.

You got me good, Clair! Heart’s racing right now, nearly jumped out of my skin.

[voyant-clair]

Clair reciprocates. The branches on the sides of her head flutter like avian earwings, in the very same rhythm as before.

Dear, you need not have a doubt, that

quality is none to flout at.

You should think yourself much higher;

yours are tastes I never tire

of, the burst is sharp as shards of

glass amassed at sites of arson.

You and all your death game friends are

well deserving of commends.

There’s a rustling of leaves nearby. Something is drawing near.

Common animals are a rare sight in the gardens, but it’s not unheard of. Wouldn’t be all that unreasonable to assume the source of the pitter-patter was a chicken who got lost.

But this isn’t a chicken.

It draws closer.

And it starts to hiss.

@voyant-clair

What the–

–eEAAAAAAAAAAA–!

And it doesn’t explode. BigB lowers his shield, opening his eyes

Oh!

A nervous laugh.

You got me good, Clair! Heart’s racing right now, nearly jumped out of my skin.

[voyant-clair]

You don’t have to tell me twice, B.

Her leaves sway back and forth as she rocks, the faint breeze from her rhythmic motion puffing her chest in a way that almost resembles breathing.

I can taste the vibrant spice, see,

flavor’s worth a thousand words, you’re

speaking to a connoisseur.

A warm smile.

There’s a rustling of leaves nearby. Something is drawing near.

Common animals are a rare sight in the gardens, but it’s not unheard of. Wouldn’t be all that unreasonable to assume the source of the pitter-patter was a chicken who got lost.

But this isn’t a chicken.

It draws closer.

And it starts to hiss.

@voyant-clair

What the–

–eEAAAAAAAAAAA–!

And it doesn’t explode. BigB lowers his shield, opening his eyes

Oh!

A nervous laugh.

You got me good, Clair! Heart’s racing right now, nearly jumped out of my skin.

[voyant-clair]

Xelqua has been vanquished under pretense of security Such dramatic irony to witness him approach his doom Soon, I’m certain, Hermitcraft is to reclaim the purity Present in the seasons past, its normalcy is to resume I affirm, it soon shall cease Down with permits and police You’ve brought me a tiny piece Of a great forthcoming feast

I’m aware, my friend, you seldom play the role of altruist Any deed you do is for a benefit that could be paid Sure, it could be argued you enjoyed to play my catalyst But it feels as though I’m underselling my end of our trade I recall your deal with Cain Said you’re out to entertain Many bodies, many slain In alignment with my gain

Let it be spoken, I owe you one Please come to me if you need something done

D’aww, thanks Clair! You’re the best there is. =:.}

Hope you had a good meal!

[voyant-clair]

I have watched you speak with Cain Said you’re out to entertain Sold a promise for his word Namely, claiming you’re insured I’m aware that you’re opposed To those lofty toffee-nosed Authors of those statute laws I stand proud behind your cause

Xelqua and his poe-poe lot Shan’t be shielded by the plot Deus ex machinations kill Weight of feeling, taste of thrill I’m aware of where they keep All the beds in which they sleep Efforts from my watchful eyes Showed me where their bunker lies

I’ve been famished, sick, fatigued Don’t tell me you’re not intrigued Surely Cain could stand to share Rations with a voyant ᔮ|:ᖋ╎∷ I have info I can send Let me help you help your friend Your desire, I may quell If you promise not to tell

There wasn’t much question about it.

Skizzleman was doomed the second she opened her mouth.

Fingers crossed, Cain would be happy with the feast.

[voyant-clair]

”uh…hi..permits still sort of exist…well at least, people still come and ask for them..”

-bunni on duty @bunnis-mailbox

I think this arrangement is an apt middle ground

Permits still exist with no one out to enforce

Looming threat of exile’s not been drifting around

Truly, I am grateful that it’s since run its course

I’m surprised that Xelqua didn’t quite understand

Nothing can get done without competitive stores

Stocking shops is awful if you have high demand

Time that’s meant for building’s spent perusing through drawers

Once upon a time, the world was lenient

Never did you have to mine for change

Shopping for convenience was convenient

Shop’s sold out? At least you had a range

I think this arrangement is an apt middle ground

Even if the bud has not been nipped at the source

[voyant-clair]

Gone are the days of those well-worn-out gimmicks, those permits and such are a thing of the past

Figured the world might ignore all my nitpicks, though someone came through, set the world straight at last

Never thought I’d be one for catechizes Clearly I’m fond of the taste of surprises

If you need some names to scour through, there are lists @hcmbu

OOC: This blog is run by Madison Madisongs, aka @targetslovelyworld.

I also run @docs-mailbox, @bigbs-mailbox, @robot-grians-mailbox, and @zeds-mailbox

If I have reblogged one of your posts and you want me to take it down, please contact me on any of my accounts. I will take it down if asked.

Please note, interactions on this blog are probably going to be slower than most of my other blogs! Writing in rhyming meter is hard.

OC and Watcher interactions are welcome! Dream SMP mailbox interactions are welcome, but they will be tagged so people on my blog who do not wish to see it can avoid it. Lore interactions are great and I love them, send them my way!!

How I Format My RP

Speech and written word are all in verse Clair subscribes to rigid rhyming form Though her meter changes time to time, Poetry in violet is the norm.

Actions and narration are indicated like this. I try to mostly stick to present tense, but I don’t always abide by it.

Thoughts are indicated like this, ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷℸ ̣ ╎ᒲᒷᓭ ╎リ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ᔑ∷↸ ⊣ᔑꖎᔑᓵℸ ̣ ╎ᓵ ᔑᓭ ∴ᒷꖎꖎ

Communicator chat is indicated like this.

Same goes for death messages

Personal Tagging System

#clairs mailbox: My posts #scene ; open: Open starter #closed ; starter: Closed starter #asked ; answered: Answered mail #watched ; reblog: Reblogs