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Lucelly in February - Cold City
Crime Blotter Prompt
Mild Trigger Warning: Unwanted physical contact (nothing directly sexual, just suggestive)

Lucelly walked slowly through Eunomia's capital, navigating casually through the bustling nightlife. She smiled her eternal smile, seemingly ignorant to the unsettled glances she earned as she walked along the sidewalks, shoes tapping softly. Her hair, black in this form and more willing to obey the laws of physics, swayed gently in its low ponytail behind her.
Buzzing wings and masculine laughter drew her attention and she turned her head to the left.
"Heeeeeeey," a large Sylph man with huge dragonfly-style wings greeted her, flitting haltingly toward her. His companions - two other men, one wingless - chuckled and came toward her as well, spreading out and flanking her. She tilted her head. "Hey, a foreigner. You one of them Earth girls? Or from another place?" The young man, with coppery skin and pale wavy hair of an indistinct color that shimmered with the glowing
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SA: Hiranyaloka December Quests
Lucelly sat, as she always did, in the center of her room. The room itself was largely empty, a simple single-sized bed against the left-hand wall when you enter the dorm-style room and a small desk against the back wall under the window. Faerie lights were strung at the top of the walls where the ceiling and walls met, providing a soft glow but little in the way of illumination for the room.
In the exact center of the room was a strange sort of seat; a large egg-shaped cage made of wicker stained black. The back was straight to provide support, featuring a woven pattern that resembled an open lotus, the petals painted white. A thick dove-gray cushion with a red lumbar pillow filled the inside, creating a perfect nest for Lucelly, who sat somewhat cross-legged in meditation.
The egg-shaped seat hung from a metal arm that was part of a wide, sturdy, crescent-shaped base that extended a foot or so on either side of the hanging swing seat.
She was in her natural state, gray hair flowing o
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SA - Hiranyaloka Entrance
Soft light with no discernable source bathed the world in a hazy glow, edges blurred and colors muted. The horizon was dominated by the hulking shapes of a distant city, skyscrapers reaching into a pearlescent sky. The buildings were fuzzy gray against a milky sky, a bit sharper in contrast to the empty vastness above them that faded from a shimmering off-white to a deeper... off-white. One wondered if most people could even discern the subtle differences in the shifting tones.
The immediate area featured a small park on a gently rolling hill. The lawn was a swath of almost jewel-toned green, immaculately cut grass, and the shimmering colors of flowers in well-tended beds offered a startling contrast to the sky and distant buildings. A single large shade tree waved and whispered in a gentle breeze that never seemed to cease. The trunk and leaves of the tree were so sapped of color, they were nearly white, though the texture and shape of the leaves were similar to a Japanese maple.
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SA: Hiranyaloka
Senshi Name: Sailor Hiranyaloka
Civilian Name: Lucelly 
Senshi Of: The Illumined Planet - spiritual enlightenment, corrupted freedom from rebirth
Member Since: 10/15/2017
Prompt: 
Sailor Hiranyaloka walked slowly into the physical realm - or, a piece of it that had been swallowed by shadows. Her target, a young Sailor Soldier who had been bested in battle, lay at the bottom of a set of wide, shallow stairs below a throne adorned with black roses. Hiranyaloka stepped down the case, glancing once at the gaggle of frantic Senshi on the other side of a barrier of blue and white light. Their movements were stuck in near halted slow motion - Hiranyaloka was walking between the physical and astral realm, not yet under the bounds of the flow of time on Earth.
The girl who lay on her back, legs sprawled on the floor, back on the bottom step, her shoulders and head lolled back on the second, had been so full of light... but it had b
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WSP GOOD Example - Round 1
A riff from a lone electric guitar was the only sound in the otherwise empty bar. A harsh melody cut through the cold air as Malantha Ebner practiced one more time for the set that night at the Gimpy Mermaid, a little pub in a tiny town somewhere in Iowa.
As the sound of the last chord died down and she leaned forward, reaching a long arm toward the amp to shut it of, a polite clap started from the shadows behind her and to the left, where the barkeep was prepping for opening. She turned her head, myriad of piercings in her face and right ear catching the glaring overhead light and shimmering coldly.
"It ain't good enough to clap for," she drawled, arching a single pale, thin eyebrow. Her nearly colorless eyes found the bartender, a man in his mid-forties with a beer gut, a balding pate, and a scraggly gray ponytail.
"You always say that, Mal," the man responded in his raspy voice, damaged from many years of too many cigarettes and long night cheering at concerts. "It sounds even bette
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WSP BAD Example - Round 1
Alberta sat down at her desk and sighed because she was really irritated. Her teacher was a big asshoe and made her do some homework and she didn't like it because she wanted to go to a hokcey game because her boyfrand was gonna be in it. He was a good player.
"Hey are you okay, eh?" asked her best friend Mary, who was sat net to Alburta. 
"No I am like really mad, for reals!" Alberta whined really loudly. She whined some more and then got up and ran out of the classroom.
"I gotta go do some stuff, eh!"
Alberta went to the icecream parlor and got a bacon and maple sunday. The guy at the counter, named Billy, flirted with her a lot because Alberta was raelly pretty. He said "you really like maple flavor huh" and ALberta notted and said "It's because my last name is Maple haha!"
After that Alberta went home and took a really long nap because being a sailor soldier and teenaged is really hard.
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Crime Blotter Prompt

Mild Trigger Warning: Unwanted physical contact (nothing directly sexual, just suggestive)


Lucelly walked slowly through Eunomia's capital, navigating casually through the bustling nightlife. She smiled her eternal smile, seemingly ignorant to the unsettled glances she earned as she walked along the sidewalks, shoes tapping softly. Her hair, black in this form and more willing to obey the laws of physics, swayed gently in its low ponytail behind her.

Buzzing wings and masculine laughter drew her attention and she turned her head to the left.

"Heeeeeeey," a large Sylph man with huge dragonfly-style wings greeted her, flitting haltingly toward her. His companions - two other men, one wingless - chuckled and came toward her as well, spreading out and flanking her. She tilted her head. "Hey, a foreigner. You one of them Earth girls? Or from another place?" The young man, with coppery skin and pale wavy hair of an indistinct color that shimmered with the glowing lights of the sign of the bar behind him, grinned lopsidedly. "Yer lookin' p-pretty happy to be out tonight."

When she didn't respond and simply continued to smile, the intoxicated Sylph man - smelling of some sort of alcohol in large quantities, landed awkwardly and threw an arm over her slender shoulders. Her smile grew wider almost imperceptibly. 

"You wanna come have some fun with my friends, shweetheart? You're pretty cute for a foreigner. Yer ears are pretty cute." His face drew far too close, hot breath rustling the hair near her ear.

A strange, low chuckle rumbled through Lucelly's belly. The man didn't seem to notice as he tugged on her, one hand grasping her shoulder a little too hard as his heavy arm rested solidly across her back. His friends, however, faltered, stopping in their badly-hidden circling movement.

"Are you those street harassers the blotter talked about?" Lucelly asked them.

"Honey n-no one's har-" - the man belched - "harassing anyone here we're just. You know. Having a good time. And there's all these fiiiiine ladies about and - " the hand on her shoulder slid down her arm, then skipped down to her hip, roughly kneading the skin there - "and we're just so welcoming. I mean you got some nice ti--"

He froze as Lucelly's head turned at an odd angle, her smile splitting to reveal bright white teeth. Her eyes were open.

Red pinpricks bore into his soul as her voice whispered past her lips.

"Your karma is filthy. How many women have you assaulted? Touched without their permission?" 

The man yelped and went to move away from her, wings beating furiously as he tried to zip away. Her long fingers wound around his wrist and he found himself held in place. A strangled whimper worked its way out of him, unintelligible noises that couldn't quite form words. His two companions abandoned him in horror, bolting into the night.

"How many people have you hurt, little boy?" Her form elongated, paled, black hair bleaching to gray. It lifted as her corporeal form lost some of its weight, floating around her. 

"F-fuck, you're a m-monster -"

She giggled, warped and deranged sounding. She floated up, one hand tangled in his hair as she pulled his face close.

"I'm the monster who comes for men who abuse women..." She kissed his cheek. "Tell all your friends."

She released him, and he ran.

Her smile was much smaller when her feet touched the ground, form corporeal again. 

Men like him were why Hiranyaloka had been so barren for so long.

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Valentine's Day Prompt

Swaying slowly in her meditation swing, Lucelly considered the small heart-shaped card she held between her delicate fingertips. Her smile was replaced with a contemplative frown, red eyelights flickering over the text.

"Roses R Red
Hearts R 2
It's Valentine's Day
& I Choose U"

A small yellow mouse-rabbit-looking creature was embossed on the back.

It was one of a large pile of such valentines. She had been curious about the human holiday, the commercialism of it and the joy it brought to some - and resentment it seemed to cause in some of the single men and women she heard discussing it in the stores.

The concept of showing affection through such cheap - and sometimes expensive - tributes made from destroying plants.

An old memory surfaced, unbidden, from deep inside of her...

The sky was black, stars glittering in space, blanketing the velvet night with diamonds. She loved the night, because it offered so many beautiful sights. This world had flowers that loved the night the way she did, opening delicate white petals to bare luminescent pistols that seemed to bask in the light of suns too far to give life to the rest of the planet. Three moons sat at different spots in the sky, each at a different level of "fullness" from the world's position.

The flowers drew to them nighttime insects, who drunkenly played among the petals, pollinating the delicate blossoms that rejected the curious bees that saught them during the day. The grass did not grow as tall and wild here, the ground covered by the blooming flowers, leaves a carpet of deep green in the beautiful, shifting glow. Wind moved in a loving breeze, coaxing the flowers to dance. The effect was similar to watching ripples on water lit by the moon and stars above. Yes, this was indeed her favorite place in this world.

"Beautiful," a soft voice said to her. She smiled, eyes - whole and not yet consumed by darkness, twinkling. The person wasn't looking at the flowers. 

"I am no more beautiful than anyone else," she rejected.

"Your humility is one of your draws."

"I am not here to draw your attention," she demurred. "You know I am only here to evaluate you."

They laughed, shaking their head and running a hand through their hair, a luminescent white that resembled the soft glow of the flowers.

"I know. I'm foolish, yet..."

They offered her a small parcel, wrapped meticulously. She hesitated before taking it, reluctant to encourage their attraction. Their emotion that she could not reciprocate. Their earnest gaze softened her resolve, and she accepted it. 

Inside the parcel was a hand-carved figure, a replica of one of the small glowing flowers duplicated in intricate detail. It was beautiful and seemed to glow with the same earnest feelings relayed in their eyes. The pistols were lacquered with a substance made from the crushed nightflowers. They shimmered in the moons-light just as the blossoms did.

"It is beautiful... yet you know that when I am not here, I cannot take physical objects...."

"It can stay in my home... there for you to see and cherish when you visit."

"You try so hard to tie me here."

"You are worth every effort."

"Your love will not impact my judgment."

They sighed.

"You know that this is not about that. I would live again, twice, thrice, as many times as needed if only you were the one to come and help guide me to Enlightenment...."

The day she judged them, she rejected them from Hiranyaloka.

And she never found their soul again.


The small heart was crumpled. Blinking, Lucelly returned to herself.

Within moments, the effect of the memory was gone.

Her roommates would find the valentines discarded in the trash later that day, no longer of interest to her.

Sabine would find the silliest of valentines on her alter. 
Lucelly in February - Cold City
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Crime Blotter and Valentine's February quests for Sunset Acropolis.

Lucelly has depth but she forgets she has depth. There's too much else inside her to remember herself for long.
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Lucelly sat, as she always did, in the center of her room. The room itself was largely empty, a simple single-sized bed against the left-hand wall when you enter the dorm-style room and a small desk against the back wall under the window. Faerie lights were strung at the top of the walls where the ceiling and walls met, providing a soft glow but little in the way of illumination for the room.

In the exact center of the room was a strange sort of seat; a large egg-shaped cage made of wicker stained black. The back was straight to provide support, featuring a woven pattern that resembled an open lotus, the petals painted white. A thick dove-gray cushion with a red lumbar pillow filled the inside, creating a perfect nest for Lucelly, who sat somewhat cross-legged in meditation.

The egg-shaped seat hung from a metal arm that was part of a wide, sturdy, crescent-shaped base that extended a foot or so on either side of the hanging swing seat.

She was in her natural state, gray hair flowing out and around her, curling around the edges of the oval-shaped opening in the hanging seat. She was still short enough even when in her strangely elongated state she was able to curl her long limbs into an approximation of the "correct" meditative pose. For once, her smile was gone, muscles in her face totally relaxed, visage closer to that of someone asleep. Her pallor lent her appearance to that of a statue.

Like this, she could feel all of the starseeds of those around her; her bungalow-mates, the people passing outside. The range for this fragment of herself was shorter than she was used to, but that was to be expected, given the extent to which they had required she limit her abilities.

The air had felt rather tense recently, the death of the Governor throwing suspicion on everyone. More than once, she had noticed scathing looks directed her way. Her arrival and nature had generated more than its fair share of suspicion, and she found herself distanced from some of the other visiting senshi.

She perked up in response to a thought, her smile returning as she unfurled her limbs and climbed out of the now-swaying chair with practiced movements. With a shimmer of the air around her, she changed to her more "solid" civilian form, losing a few inches of height but gaining opacity.

She fetched the small shoulder bag she had procured, filled with only some ID she carried through the Archipelago and local currency, then strode purposefully out of the bungalow.

She rode the train to the capital city of Eunomia, contemplating where she would be able to find exactly what she needed. Deciding she wouldn't find exactly what she wanted there, she made plans to pick up a few ends and odds instead.

she made her way to a gift shop where she picked up gift wrapping in lovely shades of purple and violet, ribbons in complimentary shades of silver and matte gray. She also stopped by a sweets shop, getting some hand-made chocolates for herself, a bit of indulgence. When the thing you spent most of your time swallowing was bitter karma, the decadent sweetness of desserts was a welcome change.

She was fascinated to find that the locals were decorating their city in anticipation of the winter solstice; even in times of unrest, they sought celebration and warmth. A few salesmen offered her tips on how to have a traditional Winter Solstice, shaken a bit by her odd presence and mask but unperturbed by her in general. She found a shop selling what she believed would be on par with the "ugly Christmas sweaters" she had seen on Earth in some areas. Obnoxious patterns and vibrant seasonal colors assaulted her vision, and she found herself buying six such sweaters.

When she returned to Metis, instead of heading straight to her bungalow, she instead slowly walked through the entire Acropolis, daylight draining from the sky. She passed by a young woman with coppery skin and a green mohawk, a senshi from the Celaeno system if she remembered correctly, though she seemed focused and didn't stop to chat.

As she was walking by a display window, she paused. Lighting up, she slipped inside, made her purchase, then rushed back to the bungalow.

Holing up in her room, Lucelly put together the gifts, wrapping each sweater and leaving it in front of the doors of each of her bungalow-mates with a handwritten nametag in flowing script.

For Sabine though, for Sabine she left an extra special gift.

Carefully packed and lovingly wrapped, she left at the very edge of Sabine's ward (as a show of good faith, of course) a wrapped sweater, and atop it, a small box wrapped in that vibrant purple with an elegant silver bow. Inside was a replica of a humanoid skull made in a natural resin occurring on one of the smaller, uninhabited islands. The resin itself was almost amber in color, semi-opaque, with flecks of a bioluminescent plant material that would give soft light in the night.

Once the gifts were laid out, she shut herself in her room, climbing back into her chair, and returned to her meditations, though a faint smile touched on her lips.
SA: Hiranyaloka December Quests
:bulletpurple: Gift-Giving
:bulletyellow: Archipelago Customs
:bulletpurple: Room Description

It's not a whole whole lot as I admit I'm a little at a loss for what direction to take at this point, but here is a bit more on Lucelly. Finally, some room description, and she's muddling about trying to figure out the people of the Archipelago. 

References specifically to :iconfencergirl00:'s Sabine and (description only) :icondiscworldfan:'s Kalani. Unnamed references to the other bungalow inhabitants around Lucelly.
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nickyflamingo Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2018  Professional Traditional Artist
Hope you have been having a lovely day on your birthdaaaay!
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Hoping your birthday has been a good one!
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Jeishii Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It was! I thought I already replied to this... but apparently not. ;;

Thank you Nicky :)
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Happy birthday, Jamie ^^
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A very belated thankyou!
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