#asterismas

     However, life had never said to guarantee a decadent remeet, even for the ethereal star-walker. She was magnificent and revered, radiant like the night sky on a cold winter night... And it was the aisles of a pocket plane's supermarket that her venerated self strode through, a hankering for some ice cream sandwiches driving her forward with a charge.

     Look— let's give credit where credit was due: it was still an excessively enchanted supermarket. The locale was positioned within a pocket plane tucked comfortably between existence as we know it and where we went when we were ultimately unmade. It wasn't like she was dodging scattered shopping carts in her 1998 Honda Accord as she looked for a good enough parking spot. But... she just had a taste for some Neapolitan ice cream, okay? Just because she's a nine-hundred-year-old woman granted the power of the cosmos doesn't mean she can't get a sweet tooth.

     Anyways. With a shopping bag in hand, it's a quiet stride as business is attended to. She was on a snack run, she wasn't anticipating some grand event to strike her down in the here and now. The most striking thing that could manifest right now was a deal on brownies. A few of those wouldn't hurt, either...

     So imagine her surprise when a figure unmistakable is spotted. Why, it hadn't changed in the... what, century or two it's been since they had laid eyes on one another? She was still sporting that killer curl in her hair, it must've been nothing but magic that kept a shape like that so immaculate. And it wasn't just anyone who could pull off a color like yellow so fluently, but the woman made it work.

     "Wanda Fairywinkle Cosma? Say it isn't so! Is that truly you? My word, how have you been, dear? Stars above, I'm aghast— Who would've thought I'd see your face on today of all days!"

     "—Well y'got one thing right, I'm startin' t'see spots I'm so livid. And whippin' up a nice slice'a shortcake's supposed'ta fix me up right quick, huh?"

     Who did this little creep think she was...? When someone's walking through town mean-mugging everyone they catch the glance of, isn't that enough of an indicator that the person probably doesn't want to be talked to? But then here comes this Pretty in Pink-looking cretin of a creature scuttling up with some Callooh Callay-sounding drivel about how cooking is a good destresser for when life's got you down.

     ...Oh, how saccharine. It made the tenrec's sneer most snide. With the amount of boiling hatred and anger she harbored in her day-to-day, this bite-sized waste of space thought cooking up some sourdough starter would make the rainclouds go away, huh?

     —As quick as a finger snaps, there's a jumping jolt of lightning set to leave a scorch mark at the pink thing's feet. A warning shot— a grace the imposter didn't often afford most. Thing #2 could count herself lucky with that one. But her luck was quick to fade when it came time to speak on the matter.

Hey, it's justified if you're looting from someone who's clearly morally worse. Game-logic rules and whatnot.

Now if anyone else wanted to spill 'paint' from those he's weakened, he won't say he approves... but by all means he's not stopping them either.

That being said...

@emptyzone @thetravelershub @cafenoisette

. "Good luck! Here's your Puzzling Puzzler question!" Hope this question isn't too much of a doozy for Noisette.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A chill snaked its way down her spine when she realized she needed to speak to the woman directly. Rika was always somewhat of an enigma to her. So beautiful, and her features were bright. Such a dazzling figure would make anyone question approaching her. Chaesun had minimal information about the other to go on, causing the mystique of the leader to capture her imagination. Were it simple to outwardly stow her fear, her unease wouldn't make waves in her stomach; however, her presence was requested, and no matter the circumstances, it would be rude to refuse. A shaky breath threatened to lodge itself in her throat while drawing nearer. Any previous threats to her life were minimized in this moment. Then again, most threats to her life were a direct result of this figure's choices. Amber optics warily slid to the side briefly while she attempted to ensure that her voice didn't waver when she parted her lips in greeting.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" You ... You wanted to see me ? "