this place is full of bugs

[lyrewings]

Who: Butterfly and everyone who wants to get trolled by a bug
When: Afternoon
Where: The Plaza, near the coral
Style: like a crazy Broadway nightmare
Status: Open

[In the middle of the Plaza, near the coral, there's a small, purple butterfly with sodden wings. He's crouched close to the stones, his wings laying flat and useless on either side of his body, but he's largely unconcerned with his plight. It's warm here, and bright, and his wings will dry out soon enough. He's far enough away from the center of things that no one has noticed him yet, and once his wings are a little drier and not so heavy, he'll crawl up the side of the coral and get out of the way of hurrying feet and the possible range of any roving cats. In the meantime, though, he'll stay where he is, feeling the sun warm his wings and lighten them, and if anyone passes close enough or bends down towards him, they'll hear him singing, softly and quietly, to himself.]

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere!
What's this? What's this?
There's white things in the air...

[His wings shiver, and he laughs, a light, tinkling sound, and starts climbing the coral.]

Who am I?
Two four six oh one!

Comments

[needsmoregreen]

[Meanwhile, Bianca is kind of new to Vatheon and is currently trying to figure out how to get a place to stay. How in the world does this coral thing work? As she was looking for a map, she hears a voice. She turned around but there was no one there.]

...Am I hearing things? [She mumbled to herself before walking toward the source of the sound. Hm...]

[rebull]

[A week before he probably would have been too in his own way to have noticed, and by that I mean completely wasted. But now he's in much lighter spirits, and the soft voice is pleasant to his sensitive hearing. A small smile as he diverts his attention to the small insect and smiles, realizing that why yes! This flutterbeast is certainly singing, isn't he?]

I can't say, maybe a few more verses and I might be able to take a guess?

[lyrewings]

[Guess whose wings are dry enough now that he can fly again? Awwww yeah. Just gonna flutter over to this new person and land on her hat.]

Crawling in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal...

[lyrewings]

[Butterfly takes one glance over towards the voice... and promptly freaks out. His wings, not quite dry yet, flutter rapidly and he bobs away, dipping and lurching drunkenly through the air.]

Red Bull! It gives you wings! Red Bull! It gives you wings!

[warrior_king]

[Regularly visiting the Coral to replenish himself was a must for Gorthan, at least until he found a reliable way to absorb emotional energy without garnering unnecessary enemies as a result.

The space conqueror is done for today and about to walk back to his apartment, when the soft voice in the air catches his attention.]

Song. ... But who...?

[He looks around for the source of the sound, to no avail.]

[rebull]

[The freaking out is new. He's not used to an animal of all things acting that way around him, and he steps back, hands up defensively.]

Uh, I'm sorry?

[lyrewings]

[Flying away as fast as he can!]

[Which... isn't very fast. Stupid still slightly damp wings!]

[lyrewings]

[Butterfly bats his wings engagingly at the brightly colored giant.]

I've lived a life that's full,
I've traveled each and every highway,
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

[rebull]

[Uh, okay, he'll just stay put and commune then.]

Uh, not sure what spooked you, but I'm sorry, I guess.

[lyrewings]

[Wait, what? That's weird. Since when does anyone speak directly into his head?]

[It's probably rather strange, being in Butterfly's head; just a constant, shifting blur of colors and phrases and notes of music (sometimes several notes of music). There's something beautiful and white there, glimpsed briefly, glowing like a star, but then it's blotted out by a huge, hulking shape, black and red and massive, with wide horns and fire sparking in its throat.]

[One phrases rises to the surface of Butterfly's mind, and it is this that Summoner hears.]

They passed down all these roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered their footprints.

[warrior_king]

[The villainous duck blinks, surprised as he finally identifies who is singing.]

An insect? ... But how? How can it be?

[Seriously. He's studied biology extensively. What is this.]

let me know if the links are bothering you and I'll stop

[lyrewings]

[Butterfly flaps over and settles on one of the giant's long, golden braids.]

I gotta be me, I've gotta be me!
What else can I be?

[yellowglasses]

[Chie had just finished eating at yet another one of Vatheon's restaurants, it was her goal to try every one, after all! She decided to pass through the plaza and touch the coral for some energy like she did everyday after training, but something different happened today.

She had turned to leave, but there was...singing? Chie looked around her, speaking quietly to herself.]

Where is that coming from..?

[lyrewings]

[Butterfly's wings are dry enough to fly by now, and he flutters over and alights on her shoulder.]

The hills are alive,
With the sound of music...

There's a lot of music I don't know, so it's fine!

[warrior_king]

... Ah!

[Well, he supposes that, since none of his subordinates are here, anyway, he can give in to the curious, investigating nature that was assigned to him at birth. For even though Gorthan was a military leader, his mind and his dark heart were those of a scientist.]

If you are capable of speech, I suppose you must be able to understand it, too. So, will you descend from my hair?

[He won't shoo the butterfly away. Instead, he will gently lift a hand and offer his fingers for it to perch on, so he'll be able to take a better look at it.]

:D

[lyrewings]

[Butterfly is, by nature, innocent and trusting, and he flutters off the giant's hair and onto his outstretched hand, where he perches and slowly bats his wings back and forth.]

Blue skies, calling on blue skies,
Don't take them away, boys, don't take them away, boys

[warrior_king]

[This last song... actually earns something close to half a smile. Blue is, after all, his favorite color.]

This... this is a nice song.

But. Do you know any songs of war?

[Another color he likes is purple, of course. Evron's color. Intently, he observes the shades of purple on the butterfly's wings. Aside from that odd smirk on his beak, he really isn't doing anything suspicious at the moment.]

[rebull]

Them, who is them?

[He's not really sure what to make of this, well, besides realizing that he's being mistaken for someone else. So much talk of a Red Bull. Was the butterfly referring to his horns? It's not often Summoner gets mistaken for other people.]

[420]

Woah.

[Gamzee stares at the bug kind of wide-eyed, sleepy-smiling. He doesn't freak though. Fuckin' magic singing bugs are nothing to freak out about. Gamzee knows what is at work here. Gotta be magic, you see. Magic everywhere in this bitch.]

[messianic]

[Minato is kind of drawn towards butterflies. They're kind of a Big Deal for symbolism and he's aware of that.

But he hears the singing first--

And then when he tilts his head, looking for it, he sees the butterfly.

...A singing butterfly.

Philemon eat your heart out.]

...Two four six oh one?

[needsmoregreen]

[...It's a talking butterfly....

What?

But either way...]

Eh? Are you hurt, sir? Maybe we can get you to a clinic!

[lyrewings]

[The main word in that was "crawling" and not "wounds," and Butterfly flaps into the air, taking a few laps around her head before settling onto her shoulder.]

I'm walking on sunshine, whoooah,
I'm walking on sunshine!

[lyrewings]

[Butterfly's wings shiver with distaste; he'd much rather sing happy songs, thank you. But he does know a song or two about war, and after a short pause, he starts singing again, his voice low and hesitant.]

Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses,
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerers of death's construction

[lyrewings]

[More shivering, and Butterfly flaps his wings, agitated. If Summoner is still in his mind, the white glow rises to the top again, so beautiful it's almost heartbreaking, before it's blotted out by the dark and the fire.]

Red Bull! It gives you wings!

Ba da bop bop ba...

The white ones, the white ones!

Have it your way!

[lyrewings]

[Hey, this giant has horns! Two horns, not one, and they're the wrong color, but close enough. Butterfly isn't picky. He flaps over and alights on the tip of one of the giant's horns.]

You're the one that I want!
Oooh, oooh, ooh, honey!
The one that I want!
Oooh, ooh, ooh!
The one I need!
Oh yes indeed!