event . mental link and action options open

[inflori]

[ So, you were totally bored, right. Petre knows he is. He's also pissed off at Ilde, who dared!! To treat him like the utter child he is, and so he's been out for revenge. He's not the greatest of schemers (not a schemer at all tbh) and his first idea is pretty much what he goes with: find her precious plants and burn them to the ground. Just a few, not all of them. Enough to leave a little mark and let her know it was him.

She's not the only one who visits the gardens, though. So feel free to see this horrible message and be rightfully offended. Maybe you can even feel vestiges of his presence, or the giggling of self-satisfaction at his own mischief hanging in the air, blended in with the smell or burnt flowers. ]

[ This will be open to mental link things if you wanna yell at him, or just pick action and go after his scrawny ass in case you find out who done it. He'll be anywhere and everywhere every now and then; he roams a lot and doesn't stay long. ]

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[circumspector]

[ There's that startled confused feeling from her end before she catches on. ]

( What? No, not at all. They haven't said anything to me at all. )

[ because she has nice civil polite conversations with everyone. ]

[inflori]

( They don't need to say anything to anyone. )

[ Because, you know. The worst ones are those who don't announce themselves. ]

[circumspector]

( Well, if they do... ) [ and there's a heavy amount of doubt that they would, she has gone out of her way to secure herself by being both useful and nice as she can. ] ( ... they're in for a bit of a surprise, aren't they? )

[ She hasn't exactly told very many people outside of him that she's as capable of destruction as she is being useful. ]

[inflori]

[ He does remember what he told her, that she's capable of terrible things if she just puts her mind to it. The thought excites him a little, like he's finally finding a link to someone who is in his brood anyway. If she were near him she'd see him smile, just a little. ]

( ... Yeah. They are. )

[circumspector]

[ There's a glimmer there, and she's static noise at the best of time, but there's a rawness of electricity itself, the quietness before thunder rolls. If nothing else, she isn't worried so much about that.

Granted -- there's a glimmer of warmth to her that soothes it over. Responds gently inclined. ]

( So you don't need to worry about me, alright? )

[inflori]

( Aren't you worried about me? )

[ This is what it is, isn't it. ]

[circumspector]

[ She broadens the connection on her end at least -- easy to do, he's brood. Lets him see as she does, feel the wave of it -- that to say she cares is somewhat of an understatement. She sees too much, a planet's worth of suffering, once, before she came here, and worried over it all so often. In that state, she is a different sort of they, she is the thousand eyes of the scripture she was named after. Watching, moving in the background by degrees.

Lets that weight sit for a moment, not holy, something else, but the heaviness to her words. She will always care for her friends, he can be sure of that. ]

( Yes. I don't want anything to happen to you. Promise me that you'll be careful? )

[inflori]

[ He doesn't like it, and he almost says as much before she lifts the weight off. Once again she leaves the brat quiet, reluctantly so, because he really has no idea what to do with this information. This new perspective of someone who isn't Diana actually giving a fuck about him. ]

( Okay. Fine. I will. )

[circumspector]

[ She winds it all back until it's just the casual brush of conversation, or so much as brood is ever capable of. ]

( Thank you, Petre. )

[inflori]

[ After that there's only a murmur of acknowledgment, and unless Angel has something else to discuss, he'll let their connection fade to silence. He's going to pretend he doesn't have things to think about now. ]