Super Heaven: Yves

[fightolive]

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Weekend 0: Saturday

[fightolive]

[ She's changed into her default outfit, full of frills and a little bell at the back.

Out by the broken and empty potted plants, or she supposes, just dirt now? Have you ever seen somebody look so sad about empty pots? ]

I wonder where they took them...

[noirges]

[ why is this happening ]

I guess... some people really had a lot of steam to blow off...

[ he doesn't need to be this nice about it ]

week 1 monday

[noirges]

[ well everyone's getting The Afternoon i'm sorry someone said that it's yves' holiday and it's true so we must all celebrate. he's carrying along a heart balloon and a bouquet of flowers, looking delighted when he sees firefly! ]

Samuel! [ the profiles say something different, but he doesn't care! he's polite. he'll offer the whole bouquet out to here, otome fuck ] Look, more flowers. Please accept these from me.

[fightolive]

[ She does go by both names, so she does turn when she hears the name. He'll find her in this.

Her eyes go wide as she gets handed the bouquet, taking it. ]

Thank you! They really are beautiful.

week 1, saturday

[noirges]

[ wherever she is! yves is coming with a basket on his arm ]

Samuel...? You free to talk?

[fightolive]

[ She's going to her room right now, but she'll stop when he calls out. ]

Yes?

week 3, monday

[noirges]

[ this is the world's laziest starter for memshare week only. they're already in the house of mirrors, suddenly, together. whoa!!!! please throw me a mem or if you want me to throw you one just say so and i'll double-check cw on discord YAY ]

[fightolive]

[ To 2:50

You are exhausted, housed inside of your Fyrefly type-IV armor. Even standing atop a mountain of True Stings, you haven't made a dent in them. You've fought your way through so many of their reinforcement, but the Aeon of Propagation never rests and THEIR blessing is endless.

There are so many of them, they've blotted out the sky.

The noise of a laser, an explosion. The buzzing as the Swarm flies and attacks you, you punch and kick and shoot at them,

"Forward! Forward!" 
"Requesting reinforcements!"

You lose your balance as another comes at you from behind. Another Type-IV unit comes to your rescue.

"On your feet. The target's straight ahead. Keep pushing forward."

There's only one thing to do, and that's follow the orders given. 

"Affirmative," you reply, quickly following their lead. 

Now there's a group of you, charging ahead, going towards the biggest explosion on the battlefield. Even as you run, you see more corpses, more explosions. Nothing uncommon, when it comes to a battlefield. You stay on your feet, but your fellows are not as lucky, you see one go down, body unable to survive the endless assault.

Another one, gone.

You don't have time to mourn them.

Finally you see the source of all the smaller Stings, looming above you, impossibly gigantic. The Swarm Mother.

The comrade at your back shouts their plan. "Whoever's still alive, cover me. I'm going for the Swarm Mother."

"Copy."

You're given a device with a red light. Unfamiliar. As you hold it, a holograph and information pops out.

"Activate it when you see the signal." With that, they're gone, rushing towards the Swarm Mother in motion- and then in another second, impaled on a limb. They're still alive, tearing off their mask, throwing it into onto the Mother, hoping to hit just the right spot. You see their body twitch, struggling to speak. "Now commencing... scorched-earth operations... For Her Majesty!"

You echo them, because all of this has always been- "For Her Majesty!"

The device in your hand switches from red to yellow and you do as you're asked. That's' the signal. You activate it.

The explosion is massive, tearing away earth, beetles, your armor.

Everything, everyone, incinerated. ]

W3: Thursday

[fightolive]

[ Where is this man at? She is going looking for him, and really hoping he's actually been treated. ]

[noirges]

[ he's been treated!


he's trying to leave the hospital nonetheless ]

w3: Friday

[fightolive]

[She's out at the diner, very aware nothing will be out of place.

But staying in her empty room didn't seem right either.]

[noirges]

[ sweetie... yves will go to find her at least, and then reach out to hold onto her hand gently ]

.... Samuel.

week 3, saturday

[noirges]

[ alright that was a trial. yves is walking around with a little basket on his arm and he'll approach at some point. ]

Samuel...? Want to have a drink with me?

[fightolive]

[She looks tired, but she'll nod.]

Let's go.

week 4, tuesday morning

[noirges]

[ where are we? out in the wild! it's probably the ballroom as yves is admiring the grandeur of it all with very much country bumpkin energy. oh to be a lil fish out of water in such a grand place

and when he sees firefly, he brightens up and smiles. all his feelings of fondness and adoration just get everywhere it's disgusting ]

Samuel! Hey, what are the odds you know how to dance?

[fightolive]

[She goes to places like this every so often- but it's not like she's invited, and she hardly ever gets to bask in the scenery.

There's curiosity, and then it gets overwhelmed by the affection. Disgusting or not, with the normal company she keeps... It's pretty rare.]

Unfortunately, very low. Nobody's ever taught me before.

Week 4: Friday

[fightolive]

[ She's at the train station in the neighborhood.

The vibes are upset, but "keep active" is always an effective distraction. ]

[noirges]

[ it sure is. yves is going to approach her, vibes calm and serious ]

You okay, Samuel?

[ opens arms to her for a hug ]

week 5, post-trial

[noirges]

[ hewwo he's around the area, probably just exploring the graveyard a little bit more. he waves hello when he sees that he has company ]

Samuel! Do you have a favorite place around here?

[fightolive]

There's a lot of places I like... The Chop & Chill is really cozy.

week 6, tuesday

[noirges]

[ okay they're in hiding away from the goose

get hit by a memory! ]

[fightolive]

[ The goose, the frogs, and this memory.

Is this what family is supposed to be like?

She doesn't know, has never known this type of love, never known what it was like to have a family. To be cherished like this seems impossible.

But then there's the shift, burn on his face and they call him monster. That can't be right. How does that love change so suddenly at something that's only a superficial change? Is love really supposed to be so shallow that his own family is calling him a demon? To cast him out?

She looks towards him, to judge how he feels about sharing this memory against his will. ]

week 6, saturday

[noirges]

[ it's a few hours after trial! yves is delayed today but he is perusing the stash of alcohol that gabriel sent over before nodding in firefly's direction ]

Hey, Firefly.

How're you feeling?

[fightolive]

[ She really hates trial day.

What she says is, ]

I'm okay. What about you?

week 7, monday

[noirges]

[ why are all the locations so bad!!!

yves is just wandering around with curiosity and saying his hello's. he offers a smile to literally everyone he comes across and right now is no exception ]

Hey, Firefly. It's nice to be on this side, but I almost think they've got it worse than we did now, huh?

[fightolive]

It's a shame to miss the cute animals...

[She wanted to find a big black cat and name it blade... Just slight sense of disappointment.]

With everything looking like this, it makes the end seem in sight.

endgame

[noirges]

[ ok iT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!! YVES IS MAKING HIS ROUNDS TO SEE PEOPLE and he's bringing a gift with him. it's a paper flower again, but this time in the shape of a lycoris, just like the ones on his halo. it has both red and black petals, and it truly looks so hilariously goth from someone so sunshiney

but he'll offer it out anyway ]

I know you already have one, Firefly, but will you accept another?

[fightolive]

[Soft warm friendship feelings.]

Of course. I think this one will last a lot longer.