[Vordai]

Boop!

[PleaserOfCrowds]

Username: PleaserOfCrowds
Kalon Name:
Kalon Gender:
Secret Santa Prompt:
Extra:

Res!

[lumilys]

username: blumn
kalon name: tate
kalon gender: female
secret santa prompt:

- grow a plant that reminds you of your secret santa (and give it to them, obviously)!
- attempt to make your secret santa a valentine by only using popsicle sticks, lace, a red pen, and glue!
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extra:

[~Ash Wolf~]

Mark

[Thicchamster3]

Username: Thicchamster3
Kalon Name: Lily
Kalon Gender: Female
Secret Santa Prompt: As a secret Santa gift, she got a unicorn horn! Lily adores unicorns and her colors make her feel just like one.
Extra: The more pastel her colors are, the more happy she is.

[Vordai]

Up

[Vordai]

Disregard, this will be extended one week during to people asking and also as I'm sick. So this will end on the 27th^^

[deerbroken]

mark :eyes:

[Kiaa]

Username: Kiaa
Kalon Name: Manju (means "pleasant, sweet")
Kalon Gender: Male
Secret Santa Prompt:
Manju was given a rare plant that has been difficult (if not impossible) to find. At least it has been hard to find after the war between Alimiumn's and the Cyborian's started. Most plants have been hard to find due areas becoming war-torn remains of their former glory. Manju's life has been greatly affected by the war his planet under. His parents are always fighting. He wishes for a time when everything was simpler. A time when his parents loved each other. He has convinced himself that if he creates a potion of sorts that duplicated the chemical reaction in the brain that is linked to love, he will be able to stop his parents from fighting all the time. Prevent them from splitting up, which has become one of his fears. This plant just might help him create his "potion". It's properties rumored to have powers related to love. In fact, it was often used in wedding ceremonies before it's scarcity made it illegal to dig up. Manju quickly took his gift to his "lab" where he is trying to "develop" his "potion". He hides it among a shelf of other plants he is currently cultivating and taking care of. He knows how hard it is the scrounge up his required ingredients that he is sure to take care of them so that he will be able to duplicate his potion should he ever yield his desired results. Manju may never know who left him his gift, but it is easy to say that this may just be the best gift he has ever received.

Extra:
- A scientist who studies chemicals and how they react with the organisms around them.
- He is convinced that love is just a chemical reaction so he must be able to duplicate this reaction somehow.
- He doesn't like the term potion but serum sounds too clinical for what he is trying to develop, which is, in essence, a love potion. So he decides to embrace it.
- His lab is actually a rather ill-constructed fort that is located between what remains of a forest and an old battleground since abandoned beside his small town.
- Alimiumn's are kals that are robots or with robotic additions, markings, etc. These kals have embraced technological advancement and see technology as the way of the future. A race without any disease, pain, or limitations.
- Cyborian's are kals who don't believe that technology is the way of the future and do not believe in altering themselves with robotic additions or parts like the Alimiumn's.
- All Manju is interested in doing is preventing his parents from splitting up. However, his potion just might be what helps prevent the destruction of his planet and stop the war between Alimiumn's and Cyborian's.

[malaise]

Username: malaise | Kalon Name: Ozana “Oz” • Kalon Gender: female (she/her)

Secret Santa Prompt: [500 words]

To say Oz was a little nervous was a complete understatement. It was the first holiday season that she would be spending with some semblance of a family and under curiously intent eyes (it wasn’t difficult to figure out who had been her gifter even before it had been handed to her, with how intently Kairos had been sweating and leaning forward before Aesoth pulled him back while sighing fondly)-- everyone pretended to not be staring as if she hadn’t been excitedly ushered to the middle of the room as per “tradition”.

Wrapping paper was carefully pulled away, each piece of tape slowly peeled back and the whole sheet of wrapping paper was carefully folded and put aside. It was nice wrapping paper, she mused. Oz could only think that Aesoth had wrapped her present rather than his excitable husband, who was now leaning even further forward, he was absolutely going to fall if Aesoth didn’t catch him soon. Underneath the vibrant blue paper was a small cardboard box with no labeling, yet Oz stared at it as if it held all of the answers to the world. To further prolong the opening and avoid having to meet the eager eyes of the kalons gathered around her she was tempted to give it a little shake, but she was sure if she did Kairos wouldn’t hesitate to vibrate out of his seat. Saving him from a preventable injury, she slowly popped open the box and stared down at it’s contents.

It’s a mug.

It was an admittedly nice mug: tall ceramic with a slightly thinner rim at the top, to prevent her from knocking it over too easily presumably. It was predominantly white with a gaudy rainbow stroked across it, complete with a matching ceramic cap. The entire room, which had previously been filled with the sounds of everyone chattering away, came to a halt as they waited for her reaction.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Smack.

Oz must have been admiring it for a little too long if Kairos had started up his foot shaking habit, which quickly made her look up at him and beam in a way that displayed all of her teeth.

“I love it, thank you!”

The room’s volume picked back up in volume as Kairos’s nervous demeanor softened and he smiled back at her.

“I’m so glad you like it, I thought you’d like it!” He laughed, leaning heavily against his husband, who gently smacked him again for making him suddenly tilt. “I thought it’d match you, since, y’know.” Kairos gestured with his hands, making a vague wavy motion with both of his hands. “Plus, I know we haven’t had the chance to get you your own mug for the kitchen. It’s about time you got something of your own- also now you can steep your tea properly!” He burst out into a chuckle, turning to smother Aesoth in kisses, completely missing as Oz quickly ducked her head to stare back down at the mug excitedly.

Extra: [200 words]

After their celebration had come to a lull near midnight, the guild dispersed for the night: some heading to bed, while some stayed behind to help with the cleanup. Qingqiu had quickly shooed her out of the kitchen when he saw her reaching up to help wash up, telling her that growing girls need their rest. Excitement kept her energized as she was relegated to sitting on the couch instead, clean mug with tea brewing clutched close to her chest.

“You actually good with that mug, kid?” Zero asked as they sprawled down next to her, their own mug of hot chocolate nearly sloshing over onto the couch. “I know Kairos doesn’t have the best,” they paused, trying to think of the best way to word their next statement, “... taste, in material items. He got me the worst sweater last year.”

Oz smiled shyly, fiddling with the cap of her mug as she nodded eagerly, “It’s mine. It’s like he said: it’s about time I got something of my own.” Zero paused, simply watching over her as she fidgeted. Reaching their arm over and bringing her closer to their side they smiled.

“I’m glad you’re here with us now, kid.”