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[ It's... a lot to take in. His head is spinning.
Waver listens in silence for some time, trying to keep up. He recognizes Chaldea only somewhat, largely from what he's learned about it from Berserker and Ozymandias -- which is to say, not very much.
But it's the part about the Grail that really gets his attention. Waver sits up suddenly, ears perking forward intently, the frown deepening the ridge between his brows that's fully-formed on his older self's features. ]
That's not... shocking. That it was too good to be true. [ Waver has suspected as much for some time, especially after speaking to some others, including Saber recently.
But that's not the part that surprises him. ]
But h-how did you--? What was it like? You really dismantled the Holy Grail, and... well, I suppose that means the whole system surrounding it too, and the Wars, right?
What do you mean the world's evil?
[ It's... a lot to take in. His head is spinning.
Waver listens in silence for some time, trying to keep up. He recognizes Chaldea only somewhat, largely from what he's learned about it from Berserker and Ozymandias -- which is to say, not very much.
But it's the part about the Grail that really gets his attention. Waver sits up suddenly, ears perking forward intently, the frown deepening the ridge between his brows that's fully-formed on his older self's features. ]
That's not... shocking. That it was too good to be true. [ Waver has suspected as much for some time, especially after speaking to some others, including Saber recently.
But that's not the part that surprises him. ]
But h-how did you--? What was it like? You really dismantled the Holy Grail, and... well, I suppose that means the whole system surrounding it too, and the Wars, right?
What do you mean the world's evil?
[ from here ]
[ he's till wearing the same robes he had upon arrival, not as clean of blood at his back as they could have been, though they've been washed. his shoulders sag slowly as he takes another deep breath and just nods slowly. maybe... he could control the changes a little better with instruction from someone not... ... not... another him, allegedly another Wei Ying. somehow Wei Ying but also not the one he saw fall from a cliff.
staying in the cottage with the others had felt too overwhelming, so he had wandered out after he woke up. ]
Mm.
[ he's till wearing the same robes he had upon arrival, not as clean of blood at his back as they could have been, though they've been washed. his shoulders sag slowly as he takes another deep breath and just nods slowly. maybe... he could control the changes a little better with instruction from someone not... ... not... another him, allegedly another Wei Ying. somehow Wei Ying but also not the one he saw fall from a cliff.
staying in the cottage with the others had felt too overwhelming, so he had wandered out after he woke up. ]
Mm.
While he is glad to hear that she feels well, he would have to be a great deal more blinded to miss the way her look drops with the weight of even greater sadness. Nor does he miss the allusion in her words. An allusion to the cause of her fragmentation, he suspects.
So, Hades knows...
He hasn't encountered Hades yet. Perhaps he will find out then.
...That is, if the subject isn't too sensitive for him to talk about.
"If you say so," he responds, accepting of her choice. He will not press.
"Have you been here long?"
So, Hades knows...
He hasn't encountered Hades yet. Perhaps he will find out then.
...That is, if the subject isn't too sensitive for him to talk about.
"If you say so," he responds, accepting of her choice. He will not press.
"Have you been here long?"
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- 2020-05-31 23:58 (UTC) - ExpandAn Unusual Arrival: Out About Town | with Fordola
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- 2020-06-01 01:55 (UTC) - ExpandI am alive! Real life got a little hectic for a bit.
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- 2020-06-14 17:10 (UTC) - ExpandAn Unusual Arrival: Out About Town | with Thancred
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- 2020-06-01 03:46 (UTC) - ExpandAnd thus I reveal my secret plan to break a few hearts
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- 2020-06-03 03:22 (UTC) - ExpandHythlodaeus giving the lovebirds all his blessings
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- 2020-08-09 11:10 (UTC) - Expand[From here.]
Maybe there's a reason. Maybe there isn't. The people already here sure don't seem to know.
[The paper-wrapped bun in his lap is warm, but he can feel that warmth starting to leave it as it remains uneaten. The woman at the booth had taken pity on him for some reason - he hadn't realized he'd been crying until he left it. He'd asked for a simple bread roll, but she'd given him some sort of cinnamon treat instead, saying she hoped it made the day a little brighter for him.
It's ridiculously unfair how good it smells.
He peels back the paper some, mouth already watering as he looks at it.]
W-weren't we an accident in the first place?
Maybe there's a reason. Maybe there isn't. The people already here sure don't seem to know.
[The paper-wrapped bun in his lap is warm, but he can feel that warmth starting to leave it as it remains uneaten. The woman at the booth had taken pity on him for some reason - he hadn't realized he'd been crying until he left it. He'd asked for a simple bread roll, but she'd given him some sort of cinnamon treat instead, saying she hoped it made the day a little brighter for him.
It's ridiculously unfair how good it smells.
He peels back the paper some, mouth already watering as he looks at it.]
W-weren't we an accident in the first place?
( from here )
[ Zack hangs back as Ann completes the transaction, watching carefully for anything that looks wrong or out-of-place. If something is going to be wrong, though, it will likely be with the potion itself. Which means that they won't know how bad of a decision they've made until the worst has happened.
He hopes that he hasn't encouraged Ann to do anything too ill-advised. If the absolute worst happens and she gets really sick, he'll carry her to the Coven building himself. ]
Not a bad idea, no. [ Zack's quick on Ann's heels, standing nearby as she takes a seat on the bench. ] And... hopefully it doesn't taste too bad, huh?
[ Probably not the biggest concern here, but still! ]
If it ends up being a scam, we'll just have to make sure that vendor gets shut down.
[ Zack hangs back as Ann completes the transaction, watching carefully for anything that looks wrong or out-of-place. If something is going to be wrong, though, it will likely be with the potion itself. Which means that they won't know how bad of a decision they've made until the worst has happened.
He hopes that he hasn't encouraged Ann to do anything too ill-advised. If the absolute worst happens and she gets really sick, he'll carry her to the Coven building himself. ]
Not a bad idea, no. [ Zack's quick on Ann's heels, standing nearby as she takes a seat on the bench. ] And... hopefully it doesn't taste too bad, huh?
[ Probably not the biggest concern here, but still! ]
If it ends up being a scam, we'll just have to make sure that vendor gets shut down.
[ from here ]
[ He tugs on the scarf around his neck - clearly a nervous habit as he doesn't look very conscious of the act. ]
I don't know your parents... [ Spoken softly and gently. At this point, Riley does know Aiden's birth name but his mate had said it was fine if he kept calling him by the other name. ] There's only one Aiden that I know of, he looks and smells just like you.
[ Only older. But, you know.
A quiet sound. ] That, I didn't know.
[ How does he say "you lost a lot of memories" to an angry teenager? Ah, his face turns a little bit anxious now. ]
You came to blow up a warehouse full of wolves, I was there. I was afraid one of them would wake up and they... do terrible things to people - I didn't want you to get caught. [ Silver eyes look away but his words are truthful, though not the full truth. ] As for when, that's a bit trickier. You were older by maybe ten years?
[ He tugs on the scarf around his neck - clearly a nervous habit as he doesn't look very conscious of the act. ]
I don't know your parents... [ Spoken softly and gently. At this point, Riley does know Aiden's birth name but his mate had said it was fine if he kept calling him by the other name. ] There's only one Aiden that I know of, he looks and smells just like you.
[ Only older. But, you know.
A quiet sound. ] That, I didn't know.
[ How does he say "you lost a lot of memories" to an angry teenager? Ah, his face turns a little bit anxious now. ]
You came to blow up a warehouse full of wolves, I was there. I was afraid one of them would wake up and they... do terrible things to people - I didn't want you to get caught. [ Silver eyes look away but his words are truthful, though not the full truth. ] As for when, that's a bit trickier. You were older by maybe ten years?
Jiang Yanli | MDZS / The Untamed - Merrow/Witch depending on thread whoops
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( heather isn't exactly sure what was going on [it could all be some sinister plot by claudia to deter her from killing god] but she isn't going to turn away anyone who asked her questions.
which seemed like a lot of people were; just like her, some seemed confused and lost, drifting about aimlessly for no reason. it didn't help that heather had something she needed to do and she was becoming annoyed by this. so by the time yanli reached her, she was a bit frustrated. )
You can ask but I don't think I know anymore than you. I'm as lost as a drunk in church, unfortunately.
which seemed like a lot of people were; just like her, some seemed confused and lost, drifting about aimlessly for no reason. it didn't help that heather had something she needed to do and she was becoming annoyed by this. so by the time yanli reached her, she was a bit frustrated. )
You can ask but I don't think I know anymore than you. I'm as lost as a drunk in church, unfortunately.
(Continued from here)
[It's that smile that seals it. Nie Huaisang's just having fun, taunting him now, when Jin Guangyao could end his life -- and end up with his own snuffed out again, and the smug little fucker knows it. His move, was it?
His hand grips the table-edge, white-knuckled, another loud hiss of breath the only warning before that grip changes and he jerks up from his seat and flips the table in one motion, sending a shower of white and black stones scattering across the patio. Jin Guangyao's chair even comes out from under him, pulled by the lashing of that tail as he stands up.
For a half second it almost seems worth it again, to be on the run for the rest of his life, as long as Huaisang would pay the price now, and he stares at him with those gleaming gold eyes once more, quiet fury on his face for that moment.]
Whose move is it now, Huaisang?
[It's that smile that seals it. Nie Huaisang's just having fun, taunting him now, when Jin Guangyao could end his life -- and end up with his own snuffed out again, and the smug little fucker knows it. His move, was it?
His hand grips the table-edge, white-knuckled, another loud hiss of breath the only warning before that grip changes and he jerks up from his seat and flips the table in one motion, sending a shower of white and black stones scattering across the patio. Jin Guangyao's chair even comes out from under him, pulled by the lashing of that tail as he stands up.
For a half second it almost seems worth it again, to be on the run for the rest of his life, as long as Huaisang would pay the price now, and he stares at him with those gleaming gold eyes once more, quiet fury on his face for that moment.]
Whose move is it now, Huaisang?
(from here)
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I wish I could tell you that there were.
[Since he's been looking for something similar himself... or at least something to ease them at certain times in the moon phases. He doesn't feel like the next full moon is going to be a good one, and it's been itching under his skin for days.]
Don't worry. You won't be the only one making that mistake... and they know it. What this place can do can drive people to desperation, and these miscreants know it.
[He shoots her a quick, friendly smile.]
Might I know your name, m'lady?
---
I wish I could tell you that there were.
[Since he's been looking for something similar himself... or at least something to ease them at certain times in the moon phases. He doesn't feel like the next full moon is going to be a good one, and it's been itching under his skin for days.]
Don't worry. You won't be the only one making that mistake... and they know it. What this place can do can drive people to desperation, and these miscreants know it.
[He shoots her a quick, friendly smile.]
Might I know your name, m'lady?
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[ Make you act in ways you don't want to.
... Well, that's a horribly unpleasant thought. And it sure makes some of Shiro's baggage, which he's made great strides to neatly packing away so he can never think about it again, rear up. But it's fine. Still, there's something in Shiro's expression that shifts to sheer discomfort.
It lasts only a moment. But, it was there. ]
It sounds rough, all the same. [ More than rough, but... ] Is there anything I could do for you, when that happens?
[ Make you act in ways you don't want to.
... Well, that's a horribly unpleasant thought. And it sure makes some of Shiro's baggage, which he's made great strides to neatly packing away so he can never think about it again, rear up. But it's fine. Still, there's something in Shiro's expression that shifts to sheer discomfort.
It lasts only a moment. But, it was there. ]
It sounds rough, all the same. [ More than rough, but... ] Is there anything I could do for you, when that happens?
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🎵 o2. GOBLIN MARKET .
🎵 o3. A WILDE HUNT.
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[ By now, Eufemie has gotten used to waking up in unusual places. While she's gotten better at willing herself to stay coherent during the Song, those few moments immediately after are a bit more touch-and-go. But this is different. There isn't the telltale taste of metal at the back of her throat, and as she lets out a small sound in the dark foyer, what comes out isn't hoarse and gravely, but clear as a bell. A little too clear; she winces at the sound as it cuts through the silent night. Her hand instinctively goes to cup the earpiece she wears, expecting to hear something—
But what meets her is silence, and the quickly dawning realization that something is very wrong.
Hazel-colored eyes snap open as the petite woman numbly takes in what she can in the dark. Was it nighttime when she had that vision in the glass? They still had a few hours of daylight last she remembers, but that hardly means much. This isn't their camp, and as her stomach starts to sink, the brunette opens her mouth, pauses, before whispering through the inky black of night. ]
Wyn? Nelda? [ A long pause, as she moves further into the house she's found herself in. ] ...Tallak? Tallak, this isn't funny, if you're trying to scare m—wha..!
[ Whose bright idea was it to put some kind of priceless, very breakable thing near the doorway?! Nearly tripping on it in the dark, Eufemia dives, sliding on her knees and catching it before whatever it is shatters. Holding the thing in her hands, she freezes, holding her breath as her shoulders raise. Nobody heard her shout, right? (Everybody heard her shout.) Staring out into the rest of the house in horror, she stays completely still, locked in place like a statue.
A very weirdly-dressed, headphone-wearing statue. ]
🎵 o2. GOBLIN MARKET .
[ They told her it was a potion that was guaranteed to keep the user awake. And while that might be true... ]
Ahahah, ow, ow, my-hee stomach! I... I can't..!
[ It would have been nice to know that this was a laughing potion. That should be clearly stated on the bottle! So here she is, a tiny witch doubled over and clutching her sides in front of one of the stalls, swallowing down deep breaths and clamping her lips together in an effort to calm down her fit. The crowd of people who had been at the booth prior to her taking the draught have parted, giving Eufemie plenty of space as the shopkeeper gives her a dirty look. This girl is cutting into his margins! He yells over the crowd to have someone drag her away, but no one seems to be stepping in to assist.
If you're looking to try out some new comedy, here's your opportunity for a quick laugh. Or maybe help get her out of here? As it turns out, a case of the giggles makes it surprisingly difficult to move around on your own. ]
🎵 o3. A WILDE HUNT.
[ Nothing here works as it should, and that's frustrating. On one hand, it's exhilarating that magic exists here, and that it's common knowledge; but no matter what she tries, Eufemie can't seem to get the hang of it. There's nothing to pull from; the world is frightfully silent. While she might be able to grasp the basics if she could look past that fact... she can't. The quiet is too much for her to be able to focus on anything else.
Which is why, as the sun begins to set and the crowds of Mirrorbound diminish, she decides instead to watch from under a tree. At first, it starts with a quiet hum, notes meandering with no direction. It doesn't take long before she begins to sing quietly to herself, her back pressed against the trunk of a tree and her eyes peacefully closed. ]
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Edited 2020-06-05 06:02 (UTC)
[She's not quite sure what to make of the sudden transformation into a leopard, or what it implies that it seems like her awareness has been coming and going for the whole night, like the push and pull of a tide beneath the full moon.
What she does know is that, at some point, she's been more or less sated; she ate something, and she's not going to question the tang of blood when she goes to lick her teeth. This means her awareness is a bit more forward right now, and singing catches her attention. Ears swivel, she pads quietly - upright, because she is still a turnskin, not just a regular leopard, and she does remember some parts of being human at the moment.
Her awareness seems to fade out for a moment, and the next thing she knows as she comes back to her senses, is that she's up in the branches of a tree, padding quietly along them, as she comes to lay upon one above a small figure, humming a tune.
Her tail swishes as the song finds a rhythm, and matches the tempo. Of course, when she flops down onto the branch to lay and listen and be soothed by the song, it rustles the branches of the tree enough that it probably is going to grab attention this time.
Which means-]
Up.
[No reason to be stealthy, she's not hunting, she's just... an arboreal cat, and she's going to hang out in a tree if she wants to. And talking is a little weird anyway, with the full moon's sway catching her.]
What she does know is that, at some point, she's been more or less sated; she ate something, and she's not going to question the tang of blood when she goes to lick her teeth. This means her awareness is a bit more forward right now, and singing catches her attention. Ears swivel, she pads quietly - upright, because she is still a turnskin, not just a regular leopard, and she does remember some parts of being human at the moment.
Her awareness seems to fade out for a moment, and the next thing she knows as she comes back to her senses, is that she's up in the branches of a tree, padding quietly along them, as she comes to lay upon one above a small figure, humming a tune.
Her tail swishes as the song finds a rhythm, and matches the tempo. Of course, when she flops down onto the branch to lay and listen and be soothed by the song, it rustles the branches of the tree enough that it probably is going to grab attention this time.
Which means-]
Up.
[No reason to be stealthy, she's not hunting, she's just... an arboreal cat, and she's going to hang out in a tree if she wants to. And talking is a little weird anyway, with the full moon's sway catching her.]
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- 2020-06-07 00:36 (UTC) - Expand[It doesn't escape his notice that Reynir is using his height as an advantage and taking care of the tops of the walls. It also doesn't escape his notice that Reynir seems...very happy. It strikes Onni yet again that it's completely foreign, how easily Reynir allows himself to be affected by things outside of himself. Whenever this occurs to Onni, it always strikes him in the same way, without being dulled by the knowledge that this is how Reynir is. It's always slightly startling to deal with someone like that.
It's even a little more surprising when Reynir says 'that's what friends are for,' mostly because he hadn't realized that Reynir thought of him that way. How long has it been since someone had called him a friend? How long has it been since he considered anyone a friend, something more than an acquaintance? Does he think of Reynir that way?
Probably best not to think about that.]
Mm.
[It's quiet, but his wings flutter just slightly as he continues to paint with a sort of practiced familiarity. The number of chores he'd had to do in the military had been endless, after all. he's painted a lot of walls in his time.]
That's how you think of me, then?
It's even a little more surprising when Reynir says 'that's what friends are for,' mostly because he hadn't realized that Reynir thought of him that way. How long has it been since someone had called him a friend? How long has it been since he considered anyone a friend, something more than an acquaintance? Does he think of Reynir that way?
Probably best not to think about that.]
Mm.
[It's quiet, but his wings flutter just slightly as he continues to paint with a sort of practiced familiarity. The number of chores he'd had to do in the military had been endless, after all. he's painted a lot of walls in his time.]
That's how you think of me, then?
[ Gilgamesh knows little of the Tohsaka line and he has even less interest.
Rin had been a worthy opponent to himself and to Hakuno. At times, he could even acknowledge her strengths as an ally of his Master. Yet she was no friend to him. He has only one friend. Rin was at best a rare example of a modern magus (or "wizard," in their era) who elicited some small intrigue in the King of Heroes.
He leaves this topic, preferring instead his favorite: himself. ]
A technicality, hm, mongrel? [ for once, Gilgamesh seems uncertain whether to descend into irate huffing or whether to laugh maniacally at this absurdity he hears. in the end, he does laugh -- and loudly, his shoulders shaking with the force of it. ] Yet you would not lie to me. For it is as you say: to do so would be to forfeit your life.
[ he laughs again, just as harshly, before his expression re-settles.
the King's mind turns over what he has seen and heard of this other war -- from Saber, from Rider, from those other Masters, and now even (in what must be a fantastically comic cosmic twist) the NPC shopkeeper from the Moon Cell, or his human counterpart. here he is revealed to have been not only a Master in this Grail War, but the victor, alongside Gilgamesh himself?
that is too funny. it is deeply amusing. Gilgamesh must even laugh again. he tries to contain himself, as even he shall be breathless if this continues, yet it escapes reflexively. his throat and stomach show no sign of tiring, even as a human.
fortunate that Kirei has years of experience with these sounds. ]
This supposed all-powerful wish-granting device, this much-spoken-of Grail, became the treasure of a man who murdered his mentor?
[ in the name of God, no less!
and Gilgamesh participated in this entertainment. which is understandable. he thinks it does sound like an interesting minor drama.
he also refrains from commenting any further on this man's religion... for now. Kirei's God is that same vague God of Moses, that God who is sometimes spoken of as benevolent and sometimes as a horror -- perhaps not so unlike the King of Heroes himself, and yet Gilgamesh pays little mind to monotheism or to this religion which holds so little interest to him.
but Kirei? well -- ]
I shall acknowledge you have given me an entertaining story. A fine jest.
[ and he will continue to consider what he has heard, and to weigh his own opinions -- of the war itself, of Kirei, of the participants. and of his own actions. though the last of these cannot be other than flawless.
from the sounds of it, the King was simply displeased by this unsatisfying war and took Kirei as his Master when all others had to offer was sheer dullness and boredom. Kirei's idea of a good time is perhaps not the most wholesome, but Gilgamesh is not one to judge. at least not in an already corrupt, monotonously tedious city-state -- were it his own kingdom, such slaughter could be unacceptable, but in its proper context, Kirei's idea of pleasure would provide a reasonably good show for Gilgamesh, especially if Tokiomi was worthless enough that Gilgamesh should not even deign to execute him properly.
compared to his (relative) lack of violence in the Moon Cell, it sounds as though Gilgamesh behaved in a more unruly manner in this war... but it does make emotional sense. such behavior is a natural outgrowth of his boredom, among other factors, and it was certainly the fault of the other Grail War participants and Masters for giving Gilgamesh insufficient stimulation. Hakuno had endured an entire banquet of torture and suffering, conquering and stealing the hearts and secrets of monstrous women and then reducing them to tears. now that was a Master whose dramatic love life and endless suffering was quite inspiring. if Tokiomi would not do such things, it would only make sense for a Servant such as Gilgamesh to shop for a more exciting deal.
Gilgamesh ceases his laughter and folds his arms, leaning back against one of the stalls in the Goblin Market.
he looks at the passersby, contemplating distantly. ]
Yet the win you have spoken of is unacceptable. A King cannot countenance such a partial victory.
Rin had been a worthy opponent to himself and to Hakuno. At times, he could even acknowledge her strengths as an ally of his Master. Yet she was no friend to him. He has only one friend. Rin was at best a rare example of a modern magus (or "wizard," in their era) who elicited some small intrigue in the King of Heroes.
He leaves this topic, preferring instead his favorite: himself. ]
A technicality, hm, mongrel? [ for once, Gilgamesh seems uncertain whether to descend into irate huffing or whether to laugh maniacally at this absurdity he hears. in the end, he does laugh -- and loudly, his shoulders shaking with the force of it. ] Yet you would not lie to me. For it is as you say: to do so would be to forfeit your life.
[ he laughs again, just as harshly, before his expression re-settles.
the King's mind turns over what he has seen and heard of this other war -- from Saber, from Rider, from those other Masters, and now even (in what must be a fantastically comic cosmic twist) the NPC shopkeeper from the Moon Cell, or his human counterpart. here he is revealed to have been not only a Master in this Grail War, but the victor, alongside Gilgamesh himself?
that is too funny. it is deeply amusing. Gilgamesh must even laugh again. he tries to contain himself, as even he shall be breathless if this continues, yet it escapes reflexively. his throat and stomach show no sign of tiring, even as a human.
fortunate that Kirei has years of experience with these sounds. ]
This supposed all-powerful wish-granting device, this much-spoken-of Grail, became the treasure of a man who murdered his mentor?
[ in the name of God, no less!
and Gilgamesh participated in this entertainment. which is understandable. he thinks it does sound like an interesting minor drama.
he also refrains from commenting any further on this man's religion... for now. Kirei's God is that same vague God of Moses, that God who is sometimes spoken of as benevolent and sometimes as a horror -- perhaps not so unlike the King of Heroes himself, and yet Gilgamesh pays little mind to monotheism or to this religion which holds so little interest to him.
but Kirei? well -- ]
I shall acknowledge you have given me an entertaining story. A fine jest.
[ and he will continue to consider what he has heard, and to weigh his own opinions -- of the war itself, of Kirei, of the participants. and of his own actions. though the last of these cannot be other than flawless.
from the sounds of it, the King was simply displeased by this unsatisfying war and took Kirei as his Master when all others had to offer was sheer dullness and boredom. Kirei's idea of a good time is perhaps not the most wholesome, but Gilgamesh is not one to judge. at least not in an already corrupt, monotonously tedious city-state -- were it his own kingdom, such slaughter could be unacceptable, but in its proper context, Kirei's idea of pleasure would provide a reasonably good show for Gilgamesh, especially if Tokiomi was worthless enough that Gilgamesh should not even deign to execute him properly.
compared to his (relative) lack of violence in the Moon Cell, it sounds as though Gilgamesh behaved in a more unruly manner in this war... but it does make emotional sense. such behavior is a natural outgrowth of his boredom, among other factors, and it was certainly the fault of the other Grail War participants and Masters for giving Gilgamesh insufficient stimulation. Hakuno had endured an entire banquet of torture and suffering, conquering and stealing the hearts and secrets of monstrous women and then reducing them to tears. now that was a Master whose dramatic love life and endless suffering was quite inspiring. if Tokiomi would not do such things, it would only make sense for a Servant such as Gilgamesh to shop for a more exciting deal.
Gilgamesh ceases his laughter and folds his arms, leaning back against one of the stalls in the Goblin Market.
he looks at the passersby, contemplating distantly. ]
Yet the win you have spoken of is unacceptable. A King cannot countenance such a partial victory.
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[ Kirei only gives a slight nod that the Grail fell into his hands.
Of course, the Grail itself was empty when he briefly held it. His gaze becomes distant -- he pauses to look at the top of his hand. His fingers gently glide across his knuckles as he remembers the pain of the Command Seals burning themselves into his flesh.
The priest is not a romantic. He doesn't think that it feels "like yesterday" that it happened. It is in the past and he does not romanticize what had happened back then. The Fourth Grail War was a harrowing experience for everyone that participated in it. No one left the war without some trauma etched into their souls.
He remembers the sound of his own laughter that day. He remembers the broken melody of it. He remembers how his chest ached. He remembers how it felt like he could not catch a breath. The first time he has ever really, truly laughed. He remembers these things simply rather than affectionately.
His gaze refocuses upon Gilgamesh's face. He supposes that he feel like the past is so close to him, because of the Servant. The Servant is nothing like the Gilgamesh that he knows. It is something interesting to say the least. It means that the Gilgamesh that he knows is a unqiue individual rather than one that can be met again.
The King of Heroes would most likely say that this is obvious and it was foolish for Kirei to have thought otherwise.
The priest smiles. ]
It was a good joke.
[ Honestly, he finds it quite hilarious but keeps himself from laughing. If this Gilgamesh had been summoned during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Kirei wonders how things might have changed. Perhaps, it would have all played out the exact same way. But who is to say?
But he continues: ]
I suppose that is why you continued to seek the Grail after the Fourth Holy Grail War. You were unhappy with the win that we had achieved and wanted to make it more definitive the next time around. [ His shoulders give a small shrug. ] I fear I never know what you are thinking, and so I can only guess.
[ Isn't the truth much worse? Doesn't Gilgamesh also seek the corrupted Grail so that he could unleash it upon the world? Yes, he wishes to let the malice and hatred wash over the people and only those that survive will be considered worthy to be ruled by him. Most would think that the Servant had fallen to insanity, but that was the wrong way to think.
How Gilgamesh thought made sense. He is the King of Heroes; the King of the World. Everything that has or will be belongs to him. The world has digusted him and so he wishes to purge the ungrateful and unworthy. These are the lofty ideals of a being that is far beyond a human. And only humans can judge humans as insane or insane.
So, why did Kirei not bring up this point to the one walking next to him? Because he thinks that it's funny. He thinks that it is funny to tell a story of how Gilgamesh sought to kill an unworthy Master and win the Grail by default. He thinks it's hilarious to tell a story about Gilgamesh wanting to grab the Grail for himself because he is some petulent child that is unhappy with a loss.
Once again, the priest smiles. ]
So, that is all that I have to say on those points. What more do you have to ask me, Gilgamesh?
Of course, the Grail itself was empty when he briefly held it. His gaze becomes distant -- he pauses to look at the top of his hand. His fingers gently glide across his knuckles as he remembers the pain of the Command Seals burning themselves into his flesh.
The priest is not a romantic. He doesn't think that it feels "like yesterday" that it happened. It is in the past and he does not romanticize what had happened back then. The Fourth Grail War was a harrowing experience for everyone that participated in it. No one left the war without some trauma etched into their souls.
He remembers the sound of his own laughter that day. He remembers the broken melody of it. He remembers how his chest ached. He remembers how it felt like he could not catch a breath. The first time he has ever really, truly laughed. He remembers these things simply rather than affectionately.
His gaze refocuses upon Gilgamesh's face. He supposes that he feel like the past is so close to him, because of the Servant. The Servant is nothing like the Gilgamesh that he knows. It is something interesting to say the least. It means that the Gilgamesh that he knows is a unqiue individual rather than one that can be met again.
The King of Heroes would most likely say that this is obvious and it was foolish for Kirei to have thought otherwise.
The priest smiles. ]
It was a good joke.
[ Honestly, he finds it quite hilarious but keeps himself from laughing. If this Gilgamesh had been summoned during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Kirei wonders how things might have changed. Perhaps, it would have all played out the exact same way. But who is to say?
But he continues: ]
I suppose that is why you continued to seek the Grail after the Fourth Holy Grail War. You were unhappy with the win that we had achieved and wanted to make it more definitive the next time around. [ His shoulders give a small shrug. ] I fear I never know what you are thinking, and so I can only guess.
[ Isn't the truth much worse? Doesn't Gilgamesh also seek the corrupted Grail so that he could unleash it upon the world? Yes, he wishes to let the malice and hatred wash over the people and only those that survive will be considered worthy to be ruled by him. Most would think that the Servant had fallen to insanity, but that was the wrong way to think.
How Gilgamesh thought made sense. He is the King of Heroes; the King of the World. Everything that has or will be belongs to him. The world has digusted him and so he wishes to purge the ungrateful and unworthy. These are the lofty ideals of a being that is far beyond a human. And only humans can judge humans as insane or insane.
So, why did Kirei not bring up this point to the one walking next to him? Because he thinks that it's funny. He thinks that it is funny to tell a story of how Gilgamesh sought to kill an unworthy Master and win the Grail by default. He thinks it's hilarious to tell a story about Gilgamesh wanting to grab the Grail for himself because he is some petulent child that is unhappy with a loss.
Once again, the priest smiles. ]
So, that is all that I have to say on those points. What more do you have to ask me, Gilgamesh?
I. arrival
[Have you ever wanted to wake up with a strange woman on top of you, her hands clasped around your throat? Well, good news, that's happening right now.]
Where am I?!
[she demands, her voice a low growl. This must be some illusion, some trap Artorius has sprung in order to keep her from reaching him. Still Velvet's faced very few problems she couldn't solve by killing everything in sight.]
II. arrival 2.0
[Alternatively: Maybe it's been some time since you cleaned your living space. You meant to dust that area last week, but it just keeps slipping your mind! The good news in this case is that that speck of dust has distracted Velvet from her quest for vengeance, and she is now instead on a quest for cleanliness.
You wake to find a scantily-clad woman obsessing over every last detail, a broom in her hand as she examines the dust on a nearby table.]
How can someone live like this...
III. goblin market
[Having cared for Laphicet for all those years, she's familiar with medicine that claims to cure every illness. Yet, nothing ever seemed to help him, only alleviate certain symptoms. She walks through the stalls with a look of disgust on her face, though it's not much different from her usual expression.
Then a merchant steps in front of her, saying she has to try this potion! She clenches her fist, forgetting for a moment her daemonic arm is no longer there. In that moment, the merchant presses the vial to her lips and forces the liquid down her throat. It tastes sweet, likely a mix of berries along with some herbs. It tastes...?!
Daemon arm or not, she grabs the merchant violently.]
Tell me! What's in this? Is it blood?!
IV. network; voice; un: lordofcalamity
I've been told there's no escaping from this place. I don't care. I don't care if I have to kill every last one of you in order to return to my world. And if that doesn't end up working either, I don't care.
But if you're attached to your life for whatever reason, I'll gladly take any information you can offer me. It's easier for both of us if you tell me now.
V. wildcard/hunt
[sorry she's like this, up for anything including silly things like her trying new foods or cleaning more. for other new arrivals, they can just arrive in the same house/place as her at the same time and she'd also threaten them or get distracted by dirt then too. she's also likely to attend the hunt and to attack everything in sight, shades or not, whether you're playing a game or not, etc.]
[Have you ever wanted to wake up with a strange woman on top of you, her hands clasped around your throat? Well, good news, that's happening right now.]
Where am I?!
[she demands, her voice a low growl. This must be some illusion, some trap Artorius has sprung in order to keep her from reaching him. Still Velvet's faced very few problems she couldn't solve by killing everything in sight.]
II. arrival 2.0
[Alternatively: Maybe it's been some time since you cleaned your living space. You meant to dust that area last week, but it just keeps slipping your mind! The good news in this case is that that speck of dust has distracted Velvet from her quest for vengeance, and she is now instead on a quest for cleanliness.
You wake to find a scantily-clad woman obsessing over every last detail, a broom in her hand as she examines the dust on a nearby table.]
How can someone live like this...
III. goblin market
[Having cared for Laphicet for all those years, she's familiar with medicine that claims to cure every illness. Yet, nothing ever seemed to help him, only alleviate certain symptoms. She walks through the stalls with a look of disgust on her face, though it's not much different from her usual expression.
Then a merchant steps in front of her, saying she has to try this potion! She clenches her fist, forgetting for a moment her daemonic arm is no longer there. In that moment, the merchant presses the vial to her lips and forces the liquid down her throat. It tastes sweet, likely a mix of berries along with some herbs. It tastes...?!
Daemon arm or not, she grabs the merchant violently.]
Tell me! What's in this? Is it blood?!
IV. network; voice; un: lordofcalamity
I've been told there's no escaping from this place. I don't care. I don't care if I have to kill every last one of you in order to return to my world. And if that doesn't end up working either, I don't care.
But if you're attached to your life for whatever reason, I'll gladly take any information you can offer me. It's easier for both of us if you tell me now.
V. wildcard/hunt
[sorry she's like this, up for anything including silly things like her trying new foods or cleaning more. for other new arrivals, they can just arrive in the same house/place as her at the same time and she'd also threaten them or get distracted by dirt then too. she's also likely to attend the hunt and to attack everything in sight, shades or not, whether you're playing a game or not, etc.]
I. arrival
[Wherever Trilla arrives, be it in someone's room or store or simply outside, she's quick to brandish her lightsaber. After checking her body for life-ending wounds, that is.
If spotting someone in the distance, she reaches out with the Force to pull them closer to her, only for nothing to happen. She maintains her stance, one end of her lightsaber pointed towards them. In another situation, someone might found themselves woken up by the hum of a lightsaber at their throat.]
Perhaps, you would like to explain yourself. Be quick. I am not known for my patience.
II. goblin market
[One doesn't need the Force to tell the majority of these salespeople are lying. And still, there's something amusing about it. When she notices someone at the same stall as her, she looks to them with a slightly sinister grin.]
Have you an interest in these sorts of things?
[Look, she's trying her best to be a normal person and not an Inquisitor, but it's hard.
Later on as she explores the market along with the rest of the city, Trilla collapses suddenly, falling to the ground with a thud as she tries to gather her breath. Apparently being a vampire is also hard.]
III. network; un: second
I am curious. Of those brought to this place, how many of you have a past experience with something this world might consider magic? Are there any familiar with the concept of the Force?
IV. wildcard
[up for anything! let her feed on you maybe]
[Wherever Trilla arrives, be it in someone's room or store or simply outside, she's quick to brandish her lightsaber. After checking her body for life-ending wounds, that is.
If spotting someone in the distance, she reaches out with the Force to pull them closer to her, only for nothing to happen. She maintains her stance, one end of her lightsaber pointed towards them. In another situation, someone might found themselves woken up by the hum of a lightsaber at their throat.]
Perhaps, you would like to explain yourself. Be quick. I am not known for my patience.
II. goblin market
[One doesn't need the Force to tell the majority of these salespeople are lying. And still, there's something amusing about it. When she notices someone at the same stall as her, she looks to them with a slightly sinister grin.]
Have you an interest in these sorts of things?
[Look, she's trying her best to be a normal person and not an Inquisitor, but it's hard.
Later on as she explores the market along with the rest of the city, Trilla collapses suddenly, falling to the ground with a thud as she tries to gather her breath. Apparently being a vampire is also hard.]
III. network; un: second
I am curious. Of those brought to this place, how many of you have a past experience with something this world might consider magic? Are there any familiar with the concept of the Force?
IV. wildcard
[up for anything! let her feed on you maybe]
Edited 2020-06-08 02:16 (UTC)
[ the loud thud, accompanied by soft gasps and murmurs of people around them, quickly pulls merrin's attention away from the stall of odd concoctions she was assessing. she's a bit of a sight as she approaches, blood red hood cast over her features, carefully kneeling beside trilla. she looks over her, trying to get a glimpse of her face, frowning. she touches her shoulder, gently shaking to see if the woman has passed out or not. ]
clarissa snowflake | shin sakura taisen | undecided (witch or fae)
libromancy
2020-06-10 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
📗 I - UNUSUAL ARRIVAL.
📗 II - GOBLIN MARKET.
📗 III. STUDY TIME.
📗 WILDCARD.
- [ One moment, Claris is looking into the mirror in their dressing room, the rush of nerves and adrenaline that comes just before a show making her check her makeup for a third time. She isn't sure why she feels compelled to reach out and touch the glassy surface, and as it ripples and gives way, she tumbles forward into the looking glass with a startled yelp. For a brief instance, there is calm; an odd floaty feeling that feels more like a dream than reality. But just as quickly as it comes, the calm breaks as Claris stumbles through the other side, shoes clattering on cobblestone as she tries not to fall through the shop window she came out of. She might have even stuck the landing if she hadn't tripped over her own skirt.
But there's someone to break her fall! Too bad she's going to take that pour soul (either you, or some random passerby leaving the Boaltinn festivities) out with her. Whoops. She's normally much more graceful than this..! ]
📗 II - GOBLIN MARKET.
- [ When she said she would like to travel, this wasn't quite what she had in mind.
One would think that a writer-slash-demon slayer like herself would be a lot less fazed by everything going on around her. And in some ways, Aefenglom is like Tokyo; hustling and bustling, and full of life. But this is a lot to take in, even without taking the manner of Witches and Monsters into consideration. None of this feels real, and as intimidating and honestly frightening it is, Claris can't help but feel a bit... exhilarated? She's eager to get back, knowing that the city she's sworn to protect and the friends she loves dearly are waiting, but it's all right if she enjoys this moment, right? This could be like a little mini-vacation. She'll go back home truly inspired to write!
That thought puts a spring in her step as she moves through the marketplace, flitting between stalls as she takes in the sights. Normally she wouldn't be as easily drawn in by the siren song of wares for sale, but everything feels new and exciting, and she doesn't want to miss a thing. And focusing on the shops means she's far less likely to catch herself staring at any of those around her who might look anything less than human.
One shopkeeper manages to pull her in, hawking wares they claim will cure "whatever ails you," from scaly skin, to a lack-luster love life. She knows enough to understand that they're probably overselling their use, but at the same time... Claris looks toward the nearest person, a sheepish smile on her face as she considers. ]
You don't think it will actually do all of that, right?
[ This is uncharted territory here. Help her out, won't you? ]
📗 III. STUDY TIME.
- [ The Coven has no doubt been inundated by the sudden influx of Mirrorbound that they probably won't notice yet another new face hovering around. Claris takes some time to properly explore... until she comes across the library. What she means to be only a short trip through, to see what they might have, she finds an interesting-looking book that she wants to thumb through. Then another. And another. Mid-morning turns into early evening in what feels like the blink of an eye, and while it's not necessarily unusual to find someone with their nose in a book here, finding someone who seems so blissfully unaware of the world around her might be a bit less so.
Anyone who tries to get her attention is promptly ignored, almost willfully so. Looking for one of the books she has? Is she in your normal reading spot? Too bad. Calling out to her will get you nowhere, and anyone who gets too close is quickly, involuntarily swatted away. She doesn't even seem to notice anyone is trying to get her attention. Getting her to move might take more drastic measures. ]
📗 WILDCARD.
- ( Feel free to toss a prompt here, or hmu at Pearl#1577 on Discord or
[ Late nights at the library are anything but uncommon for Towa. While she's collected a fairly impressive collection of her own over the months that she's been here, there are still hundreds more that won't fit in her room. And as tempting as the thought was, she didn't want to fill the rooms that were no longer occupied with them, maintaining the small hope that one day the people who'd lived in them might return.
What isn't as common is having someone who seemed just as dedicated to their studies here with her at this hour. And it's not a face she recognizes either.
Being who she is, Towa sees the pile of books the girl has gone through piling up. So to help, she thought she'd just put them back on the shelves. She may have also taken the book that Clarissa was planning to read next with them by mistake. But by the time she notices, it might not still be too late to get it back. She'll just find Towa up on a ladder, putting them away.]
What isn't as common is having someone who seemed just as dedicated to their studies here with her at this hour. And it's not a face she recognizes either.
Being who she is, Towa sees the pile of books the girl has gone through piling up. So to help, she thought she'd just put them back on the shelves. She may have also taken the book that Clarissa was planning to read next with them by mistake. But by the time she notices, it might not still be too late to get it back. She'll just find Towa up on a ladder, putting them away.]
a. arrival
[Soon after arriving in this strange land with no one to explain how she got here or where she is, Anna just... falls asleep. Maybe it's in your guest room. Maybe it's in your bed. Maybe it's somewhere outside that doesn't look nearly as comfortable as she makes it look. Even so, she's sound asleep, snoring loudly.
Apparently someone forgot to tell her her story isn't supposed to be Goldilocks or Sleeping Beauty.]
b. boaltinn because i CAN
[Needless to say, Anna is loving this. Fortune-telling, dancing, free food? This is how things should be everyday! She can be found all over the festival, flitting from one activity to the next. At a food stall, she might suddenly notice someone watching her stuff her face,]
You have to try some! It's delicious!
[she says with her mouth full of food. Or, she might run into someone after exiting the fortune-teller's booth.]
Bad luck all day? That can't be right! They probably just read it wrong! Maybe they read it upside down and I actually have amazing lu- oof! ... uh, sorry.
c. goblin market
[Okay, she knows she shouldn't believe them... but they just sound so earnest? And why would they lie about something like this? Some of these potions could seriously affect someone's health, so it wouldn't be right to lie! Not that it's right in other circumstances either, but. She's getting off topic.
Noticing someone else who's been drawn in, she looks to them with a warm smile.]
Did you know? Apparently this one can help you find your perfect bond partner! It's like 99 percent accurate or something? What do you think happens the other one percent of the time? Is it just an okay partner or...
d. wildcard
(ota! probably playing her from the end of the first movie for now)
[Soon after arriving in this strange land with no one to explain how she got here or where she is, Anna just... falls asleep. Maybe it's in your guest room. Maybe it's in your bed. Maybe it's somewhere outside that doesn't look nearly as comfortable as she makes it look. Even so, she's sound asleep, snoring loudly.
Apparently someone forgot to tell her her story isn't supposed to be Goldilocks or Sleeping Beauty.]
b. boaltinn because i CAN
[Needless to say, Anna is loving this. Fortune-telling, dancing, free food? This is how things should be everyday! She can be found all over the festival, flitting from one activity to the next. At a food stall, she might suddenly notice someone watching her stuff her face,]
You have to try some! It's delicious!
[she says with her mouth full of food. Or, she might run into someone after exiting the fortune-teller's booth.]
Bad luck all day? That can't be right! They probably just read it wrong! Maybe they read it upside down and I actually have amazing lu- oof! ... uh, sorry.
c. goblin market
[Okay, she knows she shouldn't believe them... but they just sound so earnest? And why would they lie about something like this? Some of these potions could seriously affect someone's health, so it wouldn't be right to lie! Not that it's right in other circumstances either, but. She's getting off topic.
Noticing someone else who's been drawn in, she looks to them with a warm smile.]
Did you know? Apparently this one can help you find your perfect bond partner! It's like 99 percent accurate or something? What do you think happens the other one percent of the time? Is it just an okay partner or...
d. wildcard
(ota! probably playing her from the end of the first movie for now)
Edited 2020-06-11 05:31 (UTC)
[ Well now, this isn't right. Anna gets a light tap on her shoulder from a long pale finger. A shiny silver ring with small red gems sits below its second joint. ]
Miss, if you plan on tonight being this sort of night, it's much too early in the evening to be ruining your dress already.
[ The young man has kneeling beside her is smiling and has piles of anti-fire accessories adorning his wrists and shoulders. Seriously girl, are you this smashed already.]
Miss, if you plan on tonight being this sort of night, it's much too early in the evening to be ruining your dress already.
[ The young man has kneeling beside her is smiling and has piles of anti-fire accessories adorning his wrists and shoulders. Seriously girl, are you this smashed already.]
howl jenkins pendragon / howl's moving castle (movie) / witch / ota
galdorleod
2020-06-13 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
( A. boaltinn bonfires )
[ The Western Bonfire, while more integrated this year, is still mostly illuminating the lithe forms of monsters. A confused new mirrorbound would have so much to see here that he might even forget how lost he is and join in the festivities. It doesn't take long for the handsome, slender young man to catch someone's attention and offer to explain the customs to him. Soon enough, his thin wrists are adorned with etched wooden bangles and a runestone belt is buckled around his waist at the smallest belt hole.
He's jumped through the fire a few times already and appears to be enjoying himself. Every few times, he takes a sip from a stein sitting atop a barrel by the fire, which could explain his good mood. ]
These are good for multiple uses, yes? [ The young man isn't talking to any one person in particular - more to the people collectively gathered around, drinking and watching each other burn away beefs from the year before, flitting in and out with conversations from strangers.
He holds up his right wrist, indicating to one of the etched bracelets with a grin. ] Is it smelling toasty, or is that me?
( B. divination )
[ The sun set hours ago, and the party blazes on. The night breeze blows gently on the back of his neck and blows straight through the thin, billowy tunic shirt tucked neatly into his trousers. It must be the summer here - wherever here is - or else he'd be freezing right now.
Yes... The breeze, the fires, the ale, that handsy goatwoman who kept trying to grab his arse earlier, it's all feeling very very real and not like a dream or illusion at all. Here is proving itself to be more and more of a real place in Howl's mind as the hours go by, and that's starting to get worrisome. He hates worrying and usually chooses to ignore it, but he may not have that option tonight.
At one point, he takes a break meanders (with a slight stumble) over to a fortune-telling booth. When he plops down in the chair, the jingle-belled accessories piled all over him ring out like a Christmas choir. ]
Yes, hello, wise seer. [ he smiles with cheeks warm and rosy from fire and alcohol and sits back in the chair. And without caring how drunk he comes off by asking, ] How much to tell me where I am, exactly?
( C. misery )
[ It's late enough in the evening now for most people to have retired for the night. The only ones left are those tasked with keeping the bonfires alive and those with nowhere or no one to go home to - and perhaps a few stragglers, who might be out and about for their own particular reasons.
Anyone who celebrated for a while around the Western Bonfire that evening had a good chance of noticing the strangely dressed but charismatic young man jovially schmoozing with monsters and witches alike, decorated with anti-fire rune-etched accessories like they were cheap Mardi Gras beads. He'd drank a lot of alcohol, and while he was tall he was very thin and hadn't eaten anything the entire evening.
Where is he now that everything's died down? Sitting on the stoop of a vacant store, hugging his bent knees and resting his chin on his arms. His lavish red and grey coat is dusted with soot and pulled around his shoulders like a security blanket.
He's frowning and staring blankly into the dark night sky. You might think he's deep in thought, but when you least expect it, his head and shoulders suddenly jerk to the side so he can vomit without getting the sick all over his shoes. ]
Bloody... This isn't fun anymore. [ Whatever daze he was is in broken, at least momentarily? He raises a sleeve to his mouth like he's going to wipe his lips, and then stops, not wanting to dirty his sleeve. Then he looks at the back of his hand and frowns, not wanting to dirty that either. ]
I can't remember the last time I was drunk and sicked up.
((ooc: feel free to PM me or say hi tolazdo to plot anything! i'm smut friendly & cool with you or i writing other starters if these dont vibe with you))
[ The Western Bonfire, while more integrated this year, is still mostly illuminating the lithe forms of monsters. A confused new mirrorbound would have so much to see here that he might even forget how lost he is and join in the festivities. It doesn't take long for the handsome, slender young man to catch someone's attention and offer to explain the customs to him. Soon enough, his thin wrists are adorned with etched wooden bangles and a runestone belt is buckled around his waist at the smallest belt hole.
He's jumped through the fire a few times already and appears to be enjoying himself. Every few times, he takes a sip from a stein sitting atop a barrel by the fire, which could explain his good mood. ]
These are good for multiple uses, yes? [ The young man isn't talking to any one person in particular - more to the people collectively gathered around, drinking and watching each other burn away beefs from the year before, flitting in and out with conversations from strangers.
He holds up his right wrist, indicating to one of the etched bracelets with a grin. ] Is it smelling toasty, or is that me?
( B. divination )
[ The sun set hours ago, and the party blazes on. The night breeze blows gently on the back of his neck and blows straight through the thin, billowy tunic shirt tucked neatly into his trousers. It must be the summer here - wherever here is - or else he'd be freezing right now.
Yes... The breeze, the fires, the ale, that handsy goatwoman who kept trying to grab his arse earlier, it's all feeling very very real and not like a dream or illusion at all. Here is proving itself to be more and more of a real place in Howl's mind as the hours go by, and that's starting to get worrisome. He hates worrying and usually chooses to ignore it, but he may not have that option tonight.
At one point, he takes a break meanders (with a slight stumble) over to a fortune-telling booth. When he plops down in the chair, the jingle-belled accessories piled all over him ring out like a Christmas choir. ]
Yes, hello, wise seer. [ he smiles with cheeks warm and rosy from fire and alcohol and sits back in the chair. And without caring how drunk he comes off by asking, ] How much to tell me where I am, exactly?
( C. misery )
[ It's late enough in the evening now for most people to have retired for the night. The only ones left are those tasked with keeping the bonfires alive and those with nowhere or no one to go home to - and perhaps a few stragglers, who might be out and about for their own particular reasons.
Anyone who celebrated for a while around the Western Bonfire that evening had a good chance of noticing the strangely dressed but charismatic young man jovially schmoozing with monsters and witches alike, decorated with anti-fire rune-etched accessories like they were cheap Mardi Gras beads. He'd drank a lot of alcohol, and while he was tall he was very thin and hadn't eaten anything the entire evening.
Where is he now that everything's died down? Sitting on the stoop of a vacant store, hugging his bent knees and resting his chin on his arms. His lavish red and grey coat is dusted with soot and pulled around his shoulders like a security blanket.
He's frowning and staring blankly into the dark night sky. You might think he's deep in thought, but when you least expect it, his head and shoulders suddenly jerk to the side so he can vomit without getting the sick all over his shoes. ]
Bloody... This isn't fun anymore. [ Whatever daze he was is in broken, at least momentarily? He raises a sleeve to his mouth like he's going to wipe his lips, and then stops, not wanting to dirty his sleeve. Then he looks at the back of his hand and frowns, not wanting to dirty that either. ]
I can't remember the last time I was drunk and sicked up.
((ooc: feel free to PM me or say hi to
Edited 2020-06-13 00:45 (UTC)
[ Claris isn't the adventurous one on her team. Hatsuho would be bounding over the bonfire like a literal goddess of fire, with Sakura following right after. Anastasia would call it theater training and float over the flames with impossible grace. Azami is a ninja, so clearly she would have no trouble whatsoever leaping over it, and Kamiyama... well, that would really depend, but she could see one of the four goading him into it. But Claris isn't the type to throw caution to the wind, even if she's been watching people jump over the fire for a few hours now. There's a part of her that wants to give it a try, but her mind keeps coming up with ways to talk herself out of it.
The most recent excuse? Her hair is too long, it might get singed. It's weak at best, but it keeps her on the sidelines for now.
It doesn't register at first that Howl might be talking to her. With everyone carrying on, the first thing that he says gets lost in the noise, just another voice raised in celebration. But as he holds her wrist out toward her, she looks briefly stunned. Hello? Does she know you? Wait, he's asking her a question. ]
Mmm... I don't think I smell anything, but...
[ Curling a hand to her chin, she takes a step closer to get a better look at his bracelet. This is the oldest trick in the book, but she's falling for it. ]
The most recent excuse? Her hair is too long, it might get singed. It's weak at best, but it keeps her on the sidelines for now.
It doesn't register at first that Howl might be talking to her. With everyone carrying on, the first thing that he says gets lost in the noise, just another voice raised in celebration. But as he holds her wrist out toward her, she looks briefly stunned. Hello? Does she know you? Wait, he's asking her a question. ]
Mmm... I don't think I smell anything, but...
[ Curling a hand to her chin, she takes a step closer to get a better look at his bracelet. This is the oldest trick in the book, but she's falling for it. ]
Heralia Il Gardlanda | OC | Monster (Turnskin - Leopard)
awryprincess
2020-06-15 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[1: An Unusual Arrival]
[Here's the thing: Heralia's basically a rogue. So to make a huge entrance is sort of antithetical to everything about what she usually tries to do. She is all about being quiet, being stealthy, controlling everything from the shadows and without getting out into the world.
A horse and its rider flying out of a large window in a storefront, in the middle of the night, is not particularly how she wants to do things. Especially as the horse misses its footing, and goes down with a loud, panicked whinny. Heralia barely manages to realize she's about to be squished by a 1200 pound animal and hits the ground, rolling out of the way with all the grace and style of someone who is already catlike, without even needing any transformations to begin with.
The horse continues to whinny and grunt and snort, as it wrestles to its feet, and she'd wonder where she was a little more if she didn't need to calm her horse down before it decides to bolt.
Thing is, Heralia's a bit of a small woman - she's barely 5'2", and she's rather thin, and while the horse isn't necessarily too big for her to ride and control, it's still a big animal, and it's making a lot of noise in this shopping plaza, while she grabs at the reins and tries to calm it.
Step in to help? Offer? Jeer from the sidelines? Eventually, she will notice anyone nearby and tell them to be careful, she can handle this! Feel free to doubt.jpg.]
[2: Goblin Market]
Hmm... I dunno. You got anything a little more... deadly?
[Thus is the conversation one may walk in on, with a half-transformed leopard turnskin perusing the wares and stalls of the Goblin Market. She's looking at a stall that sells... well, they're marketing it as pest control, but some of the chemicals there are particularly effective against certain types of Monsters. And some are just as deadly against humans. Apparently "pests" come in all shapes and sizes.
But no one can prove that, after all.
A long leopard tail flicks from side to side, then curls around one of her ankles.
It's only when she notices presence behind her that she straightens her back out, turns toward them, and holds up two different bottles of varying chemicals. They're not bright green ooze like most may think poison to be - in fact, both liquids seem to be clear. One smells very strongly of chemicals, though, and the other smells vaguely like soap.]
Maybe you can settle this - do you know this world well? I have a rodent problem, and this guy's trying to peddle me some aconite.
[She wiggles the soapy-smelling bottle.] I don't think it's what I'm looking for, but I'm new here.
[Yes, that is a turnskin waving around a bottle of a chemical that turnskins are specifically weak to being poisoned by.]
[3: Wilde Hunt]
[Just trying to enjoy the full moon, hm? The first thing one might hear is the scrabbling of claws against bark; but this sounds far, far too large to be just a squirrel making a run up a tree. Afterward, is a looong spat of blissful silence.
Some of the treetops rustle, but there's a breeze flowing through the area. That must just be that, right?
Right up until a branch directly above whomever may be standing it beneath it rustles with the distinct sound of something heavy springing off of it. There are two options:
If she lands on the character... well, honestly, all she does is houf houf houf a growling laugh, and a pink, papillae-rough tongue starts grooming the person's hair.
If she misses, then she still makes that strange, laughing houf houf houf noise, and shakes her head, before starting to stand at least somewhat upright.
There is blood at the corners of her mouth. It may account for why, even though the moon is particularly drawing tonight, she's still mostly coherent.] This form takes some getting used to, but I kind of like it! Are you alright?
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[Here's the thing: Heralia's basically a rogue. So to make a huge entrance is sort of antithetical to everything about what she usually tries to do. She is all about being quiet, being stealthy, controlling everything from the shadows and without getting out into the world.
A horse and its rider flying out of a large window in a storefront, in the middle of the night, is not particularly how she wants to do things. Especially as the horse misses its footing, and goes down with a loud, panicked whinny. Heralia barely manages to realize she's about to be squished by a 1200 pound animal and hits the ground, rolling out of the way with all the grace and style of someone who is already catlike, without even needing any transformations to begin with.
The horse continues to whinny and grunt and snort, as it wrestles to its feet, and she'd wonder where she was a little more if she didn't need to calm her horse down before it decides to bolt.
Thing is, Heralia's a bit of a small woman - she's barely 5'2", and she's rather thin, and while the horse isn't necessarily too big for her to ride and control, it's still a big animal, and it's making a lot of noise in this shopping plaza, while she grabs at the reins and tries to calm it.
Step in to help? Offer? Jeer from the sidelines? Eventually, she will notice anyone nearby and tell them to be careful, she can handle this! Feel free to doubt.jpg.]
[2: Goblin Market]
Hmm... I dunno. You got anything a little more... deadly?
[Thus is the conversation one may walk in on, with a half-transformed leopard turnskin perusing the wares and stalls of the Goblin Market. She's looking at a stall that sells... well, they're marketing it as pest control, but some of the chemicals there are particularly effective against certain types of Monsters. And some are just as deadly against humans. Apparently "pests" come in all shapes and sizes.
But no one can prove that, after all.
A long leopard tail flicks from side to side, then curls around one of her ankles.
It's only when she notices presence behind her that she straightens her back out, turns toward them, and holds up two different bottles of varying chemicals. They're not bright green ooze like most may think poison to be - in fact, both liquids seem to be clear. One smells very strongly of chemicals, though, and the other smells vaguely like soap.]
Maybe you can settle this - do you know this world well? I have a rodent problem, and this guy's trying to peddle me some aconite.
[She wiggles the soapy-smelling bottle.] I don't think it's what I'm looking for, but I'm new here.
[Yes, that is a turnskin waving around a bottle of a chemical that turnskins are specifically weak to being poisoned by.]
[3: Wilde Hunt]
[Just trying to enjoy the full moon, hm? The first thing one might hear is the scrabbling of claws against bark; but this sounds far, far too large to be just a squirrel making a run up a tree. Afterward, is a looong spat of blissful silence.
Some of the treetops rustle, but there's a breeze flowing through the area. That must just be that, right?
Right up until a branch directly above whomever may be standing it beneath it rustles with the distinct sound of something heavy springing off of it. There are two options:
If she lands on the character... well, honestly, all she does is houf houf houf a growling laugh, and a pink, papillae-rough tongue starts grooming the person's hair.
If she misses, then she still makes that strange, laughing houf houf houf noise, and shakes her head, before starting to stand at least somewhat upright.
There is blood at the corners of her mouth. It may account for why, even though the moon is particularly drawing tonight, she's still mostly coherent.] This form takes some getting used to, but I kind of like it! Are you alright?
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Edited 2020-06-15 21:46 (UTC)
[ So here's an arachne, minding her own business as she walks along the forest floor looking for good branches to weave some webs in, when suddenly someone lands on her.
Rita's spider legs spread out as she lands on her arachnid lower half. She braces herself on her human arms, crying out upon impact, startled, sure, but mostly pissed off.
Especially when the licking starts. ]
What the fuck are you doing?!
[ Honestly, this rates weird to her, even for this place. ]
Rita's spider legs spread out as she lands on her arachnid lower half. She braces herself on her human arms, crying out upon impact, startled, sure, but mostly pissed off.
Especially when the licking starts. ]
What the fuck are you doing?!
[ Honestly, this rates weird to her, even for this place. ]
arrival in the town - cw blood, ref to gore (she was a zombie who ate a brain, so, yeah), puking, attempted murder, patricide
[ The light broke through the numbing rage of full zombie mode, in the split second between running to kill Major and getting headshot. It glinted off the barrel of his gun, rifle, whatever—
—and Rita, bloody-mouthed and bloody-handed, gracelessly falls out if a shop window and onto a street. It's night, and the air is fresh, but that's all she knows for sure.
Well, and the fact that she's thinking clearly, and that she can taste blood on her tongue. Memories flood back. Max Rager. The basement. The Super Max launch party that went to absolute hell. Her father, flooding a room with poison gas. A rush of madness, where she and a horde of other zombies ran after him and cracked open his head and oh, oh god. Oh god oh god oh god she ate his brain it's his blood in her mouth and in her stomach.
Rita manages to scramble to her hands and knees as she wretches, involuntarily. Oh god jesus fuck. Nothing comes out, but she feels disgusting, and it hasn't yet occurred to her that somehow, the light that pulled her here cured her. ]
a wilde hunt
[ So she's turning into a spider person. She supposes that's better than being a zombie, especially since this new world is Fucked Up and she has none of the advantages here that she had at home. At least as an arachne, she has more strength, and some extra things to play with.
Rita doesn't hunt. Instead, she builds traps. Her transformation came quickly, but maybe that's better. The shiny black of her new lower half contrasts beautifully with her zombie-white hair. It's an aesthetic she can get behind. It feels right to look so unhuman. She isn't, anymore. Maybe that's not so bad.
She weaves a web between some trees, one of several she's made tonight, and she's finishing up when she hears someone, or something, coming her way. ]
Come into my parlor, baby. I could use the company.
[ Her voice has not lost its dark sweetness, the promise of danger and thrills. She's still Rita, whatever that means these days. ]
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[ The light broke through the numbing rage of full zombie mode, in the split second between running to kill Major and getting headshot. It glinted off the barrel of his gun, rifle, whatever—
—and Rita, bloody-mouthed and bloody-handed, gracelessly falls out if a shop window and onto a street. It's night, and the air is fresh, but that's all she knows for sure.
Well, and the fact that she's thinking clearly, and that she can taste blood on her tongue. Memories flood back. Max Rager. The basement. The Super Max launch party that went to absolute hell. Her father, flooding a room with poison gas. A rush of madness, where she and a horde of other zombies ran after him and cracked open his head and oh, oh god. Oh god oh god oh god she ate his brain it's his blood in her mouth and in her stomach.
Rita manages to scramble to her hands and knees as she wretches, involuntarily. Oh god jesus fuck. Nothing comes out, but she feels disgusting, and it hasn't yet occurred to her that somehow, the light that pulled her here cured her. ]
a wilde hunt
[ So she's turning into a spider person. She supposes that's better than being a zombie, especially since this new world is Fucked Up and she has none of the advantages here that she had at home. At least as an arachne, she has more strength, and some extra things to play with.
Rita doesn't hunt. Instead, she builds traps. Her transformation came quickly, but maybe that's better. The shiny black of her new lower half contrasts beautifully with her zombie-white hair. It's an aesthetic she can get behind. It feels right to look so unhuman. She isn't, anymore. Maybe that's not so bad.
She weaves a web between some trees, one of several she's made tonight, and she's finishing up when she hears someone, or something, coming her way. ]
Come into my parlor, baby. I could use the company.
[ Her voice has not lost its dark sweetness, the promise of danger and thrills. She's still Rita, whatever that means these days. ]
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Edited (typo) 2020-06-20 13:56 (UTC)
[Newt participated as he had done previously. He was well aware of the risks, but he understood the important of it. To let Monsters blow some steam and let loose whatever extra energy they might have. He was confident in his ability to care for himself. A year of this place and he was well adept with the magic here. It's still a far cry from his decades of experience back home, but it isn't too shabby.
And he feels it too. Newt had never sought out another Bond once he had bonded with Hiccup. He also knew that their Bond wasn't ideal and so he also needed to shed some excess energy that this month was bringing.
His steps are careful as he walks around; freezing when he hears her voice. He hears her, but he hasn't made a visual of her. He turns to face the direction he heard her voice before making a few steps back.] I can't say I'm good company.
And he feels it too. Newt had never sought out another Bond once he had bonded with Hiccup. He also knew that their Bond wasn't ideal and so he also needed to shed some excess energy that this month was bringing.
His steps are careful as he walks around; freezing when he hears her voice. He hears her, but he hasn't made a visual of her. He turns to face the direction he heard her voice before making a few steps back.] I can't say I'm good company.
goblin market
[ without her magick, merrin is naturally quick to gravitate to the over-exaggerated half-truths and hyperboles of the sellers. they promise her means to amplify her power as a witch, to grant her great power, and though she is wary she is also in need. the magick of the nightsisters is all she has left of her clan, of her family, and to lose it brings heartache.
the seller offers her a small vial, liquid a dark shade of violet, promised to grant her great power. it is only a sample, and should she want more she will need to pay. merrin makes her way out of the market and finds a small rest area to sit at, vial carefully turned in her hands. her expression is pursed as she debates whether or not to take it. there is inherit risk that could bring her power, but at what cost? she is not sure how desperate she is and there is no one she knows that she can ask about it. ]
bonding - female characters only
[ the discussion of bonding given by the coven is nothing bewildering to her. though they were not of the same blood, the nightsisters bonded together as a clan through their shared connection to dathomir. the darkness of the world that granted them their magick was their connection and kinship, and together they were all the more powerful.
those seeking bonds, even temporary in nature, were offered potions. though she is hesitant to make requests to strangers, the compulsion to cast spells she is unfamiliar with has already come over her a couple times. she must adapt and she must gain power to survive.
dressed with her full robes and hood over her head, merrin hunts throughout the night to test her new gifts. when she comes across another woman doing the same she watches them, waits until they are unoccupied, and approaches from behind. her voice is weighed with caution, but she speaks slow and clear to be heard proper. ]
I seek your aid, should you have a moment to hear a witch's request.
[ without her magick, merrin is naturally quick to gravitate to the over-exaggerated half-truths and hyperboles of the sellers. they promise her means to amplify her power as a witch, to grant her great power, and though she is wary she is also in need. the magick of the nightsisters is all she has left of her clan, of her family, and to lose it brings heartache.
the seller offers her a small vial, liquid a dark shade of violet, promised to grant her great power. it is only a sample, and should she want more she will need to pay. merrin makes her way out of the market and finds a small rest area to sit at, vial carefully turned in her hands. her expression is pursed as she debates whether or not to take it. there is inherit risk that could bring her power, but at what cost? she is not sure how desperate she is and there is no one she knows that she can ask about it. ]
bonding - female characters only
[ the discussion of bonding given by the coven is nothing bewildering to her. though they were not of the same blood, the nightsisters bonded together as a clan through their shared connection to dathomir. the darkness of the world that granted them their magick was their connection and kinship, and together they were all the more powerful.
those seeking bonds, even temporary in nature, were offered potions. though she is hesitant to make requests to strangers, the compulsion to cast spells she is unfamiliar with has already come over her a couple times. she must adapt and she must gain power to survive.
dressed with her full robes and hood over her head, merrin hunts throughout the night to test her new gifts. when she comes across another woman doing the same she watches them, waits until they are unoccupied, and approaches from behind. her voice is weighed with caution, but she speaks slow and clear to be heard proper. ]
I seek your aid, should you have a moment to hear a witch's request.
[ Seox is merely passing by, mostly igloring the claims of merchants pertaining their wares. He does hear a piece of the spiel the seller gave Merrin. His mask conceals his face, but it's one of concern. Great power is something that isn't something to be taken lightly, and before he can think more rationally and maybe of this place in case she drinks it and disaster strikes, a comment slips. ]
You shouldn't.
[ Seox isn't someone to preach about the things he has close experience with (power in this case) so he doesn't think his soft words will be heeded, it's his against another stranger, looking at him puzzlingly. But if something should happen... Maybe it's best to stay back, actually. ]
You shouldn't.
[ Seox isn't someone to preach about the things he has close experience with (power in this case) so he doesn't think his soft words will be heeded, it's his against another stranger, looking at him puzzlingly. But if something should happen... Maybe it's best to stay back, actually. ]
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I. Wilde
[Having settled in only a tiny bit and having been informed he is, of all things, a Monster, Yuki is... well, less thrilled than he wants to be. Right now, for example? He's hanging out in a pond. Koi swirl around his billowing silver hair, which is doing so because he's in the water up to his chin. And he is looking mighty unamused. Every once in a great while, the color of his gently mottled skin will shift slightly, a little orange, a little bluish...
The poor guy, much to his dismay, is a cephalopod Merrow. In the clear water, color-shifting tentacles can be seen swaying with vague irritation. It looks like he's waiting for someone. Also, do not even think of sharing his pond. Get out. Even if his siren song draws you in...]
...This pond's taken.
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I. Wilde
[Having settled in only a tiny bit and having been informed he is, of all things, a Monster, Yuki is... well, less thrilled than he wants to be. Right now, for example? He's hanging out in a pond. Koi swirl around his billowing silver hair, which is doing so because he's in the water up to his chin. And he is looking mighty unamused. Every once in a great while, the color of his gently mottled skin will shift slightly, a little orange, a little bluish...
The poor guy, much to his dismay, is a cephalopod Merrow. In the clear water, color-shifting tentacles can be seen swaying with vague irritation. It looks like he's waiting for someone. Also, do not even think of sharing his pond. Get out. Even if his siren song draws you in...]
...This pond's taken.
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[ Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Reynir is not easily put off by a sullen attitude, and he's been in this place long enough now that he isn't going to bat an eye at some tentacles. Sure, the color-changing is new, but it's not exactly intimidating. Just strangely pretty, though he at least has enough manners not to say that out loud to someone who is so clearly having a bit of a sulk. ]
Aw, come on, there's plenty of room for both of us!
[ The sun is beating down on the both of them, and Reynir, judging by the flush of his face and the way some wisps of hair are sticking to his forehead and cheeks, has been working hard and could use a cool-down. He kicks off his boots and sits down on a broad, flat stone just by the edge of the pond, dipping his feet into the cool water and letting out a soft sigh of contentment. ]
I promise not to splash you or anything?
[ There's a coaxing note in his voice, hopeful that with a little bit of cheerfulness and friendly good humor, he might convince this stranger to be a little less territorial. ]
Aw, come on, there's plenty of room for both of us!
[ The sun is beating down on the both of them, and Reynir, judging by the flush of his face and the way some wisps of hair are sticking to his forehead and cheeks, has been working hard and could use a cool-down. He kicks off his boots and sits down on a broad, flat stone just by the edge of the pond, dipping his feet into the cool water and letting out a soft sigh of contentment. ]
I promise not to splash you or anything?
[ There's a coaxing note in his voice, hopeful that with a little bit of cheerfulness and friendly good humor, he might convince this stranger to be a little less territorial. ]
I. An Unusual Arrival
[ sitting inside a fountain in the middle of creepyville, after getting drawn in by some totally-not-suspicious glint of light that's appeared in the bathroom of the Titans Tower, isn't exactly how Conner's planned to have the day end. his plan was to just take a quick shower; rinse all that stinky and gross robot juice he found himself covered in after the Titans' most recent battle and then go straight to bed. easy and simple.
the powers-that-be just did not agree with him, apparently.
the fact that this is not the first time Kon's been forcefully taken somewhere else is the reason why the change in scenario isn't really fazing him that much. he's been to the 31st century to help the Legion a couple of times, and he's been in plenty of different dimensions and stuff. a Harry Potter version of Gotham isn't what's going to make him panic. what's annoying him, though, is the lack of a welcoming party. seriously, how is he supposed to know what the hell is going on if there is nobody to tell him?
he sighs and grumbles a little while getting back up, trying to rinse himself as best as he can once he's back on two feet. not exactly the kind of shower he was looking for earlier, but at least it's something, he guesses. it's right then that he notices someone else not too far from the fountain and decides to grab their attention with a loud "Hey!" before approaching them. ]
Did you get me here? Because I have a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore. [ and Conner would be patting himself in the back for the reference (that he's been meaning to use since he's started living with the Kents in Smallville), if it wasn't for the whole being stuck in the middle of who-knows-where, soaked from head to toe and with no idea of how he got there in the first place. ]
Just don't tell me I need ruby slippers to get back home.
II. The Goblin Market
[ a couple of days after arriving in Aefenglom, or however they called it, Conner still hasn't been able to settle in too well. it's not only the fact that the place oozes with magic -- which makes his kryptonian genes crawl just thinking about it -- but also because he's lost every single one of his superpowers. no flying. no super-speed. no super-hearing. no super-anything. having to search for info as a normal human being hasn't been easy thus far and it, quite frankly, sucks. one more reasons to appreciate his very normal, super detective best friend, he realizes. sure, it's not exactly the first time he's lost his powers, but that doesn't make it suck any less. especially in a situation where he has no clue when -- or if! -- he'll actually get them back.
waking up earlier than usual to go browsing the markets is probably not his best idea. he could end up being zapped by the magic of one of the witches that apparently populated the city, have a magic potion spilled on him or get himself in some other magic-y mess, and none of those scenarios sounded very fun to go through since he still doesn't know how magic affects him now that he's powerless. at the same time, though, what else can he do? just sit somewhere and wait for the cavalry to arrive? he is the cavalry, damn it!
his eyes catch a potion on one of the stalls littered throughout the market that specifically mentions 'increasing one's magical ability'. sure, it's not at all what he's searching for, but maybe it could work...? ]
Hypothetically speaking, if someone is uh, allergic to magic, how badly would drinking one of these hurt them? From a scale of stomachache-after-too-much sushi to kicking-the-bucket, I mean.
[ the seller laughs at Kon and tells him that anyone that is allergic to magic is in the worst place they could ever be, but also assures him that his potions are one hundred percent safe! ]
Dude, I get you want to sell your stuff, but this is kind of a serious situation here.
[ anyone passing by that listens to the conversation could stop him from drinking it or encourage him, because as of right now, Kon's still pretty unsure. dying's pretty bad, but so are stomachaches. ]
III. Wildcard
[ sitting inside a fountain in the middle of creepyville, after getting drawn in by some totally-not-suspicious glint of light that's appeared in the bathroom of the Titans Tower, isn't exactly how Conner's planned to have the day end. his plan was to just take a quick shower; rinse all that stinky and gross robot juice he found himself covered in after the Titans' most recent battle and then go straight to bed. easy and simple.
the powers-that-be just did not agree with him, apparently.
the fact that this is not the first time Kon's been forcefully taken somewhere else is the reason why the change in scenario isn't really fazing him that much. he's been to the 31st century to help the Legion a couple of times, and he's been in plenty of different dimensions and stuff. a Harry Potter version of Gotham isn't what's going to make him panic. what's annoying him, though, is the lack of a welcoming party. seriously, how is he supposed to know what the hell is going on if there is nobody to tell him?
he sighs and grumbles a little while getting back up, trying to rinse himself as best as he can once he's back on two feet. not exactly the kind of shower he was looking for earlier, but at least it's something, he guesses. it's right then that he notices someone else not too far from the fountain and decides to grab their attention with a loud "Hey!" before approaching them. ]
Did you get me here? Because I have a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore. [ and Conner would be patting himself in the back for the reference (that he's been meaning to use since he's started living with the Kents in Smallville), if it wasn't for the whole being stuck in the middle of who-knows-where, soaked from head to toe and with no idea of how he got there in the first place. ]
Just don't tell me I need ruby slippers to get back home.
[ a couple of days after arriving in Aefenglom, or however they called it, Conner still hasn't been able to settle in too well. it's not only the fact that the place oozes with magic -- which makes his kryptonian genes crawl just thinking about it -- but also because he's lost every single one of his superpowers. no flying. no super-speed. no super-hearing. no super-anything. having to search for info as a normal human being hasn't been easy thus far and it, quite frankly, sucks. one more reasons to appreciate his very normal, super detective best friend, he realizes. sure, it's not exactly the first time he's lost his powers, but that doesn't make it suck any less. especially in a situation where he has no clue when -- or if! -- he'll actually get them back.
waking up earlier than usual to go browsing the markets is probably not his best idea. he could end up being zapped by the magic of one of the witches that apparently populated the city, have a magic potion spilled on him or get himself in some other magic-y mess, and none of those scenarios sounded very fun to go through since he still doesn't know how magic affects him now that he's powerless. at the same time, though, what else can he do? just sit somewhere and wait for the cavalry to arrive? he is the cavalry, damn it!
his eyes catch a potion on one of the stalls littered throughout the market that specifically mentions 'increasing one's magical ability'. sure, it's not at all what he's searching for, but maybe it could work...? ]
Hypothetically speaking, if someone is uh, allergic to magic, how badly would drinking one of these hurt them? From a scale of stomachache-after-too-much sushi to kicking-the-bucket, I mean.
[ the seller laughs at Kon and tells him that anyone that is allergic to magic is in the worst place they could ever be, but also assures him that his potions are one hundred percent safe! ]
Dude, I get you want to sell your stuff, but this is kind of a serious situation here.
[ anyone passing by that listens to the conversation could stop him from drinking it or encourage him, because as of right now, Kon's still pretty unsure. dying's pretty bad, but so are stomachaches. ]
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[ Oh, Kon. Jean doesn't understand any of these references because he's been living in a walled-off country for most of his life. He had arrived here a few hours earlier than Kon, and he's more or less taken stock of the general vibe of the place. So, people here either transform into some sort of creature, or develop a kind of magic. It looks like he's in the latter category and he's grateful for that. ]
If I could bring you here, I would take myself home. [ ... Actually. He's not sure about that. It's quite nice in this town so far. Once Jean goes back home, he'll be jumping head first back into another battle. If Jean had a choice, he probably would just hang around this place for a little while longer before reluctantly returning to the grim place that made up his home world.
He doesn't know where Kansas is, and that other statement is equally confusing. There's a slight frown. ] How would ruby slippers help?
[ They sure sound fancy though. Only the nobles in the interior wore decorated shoes like that. ]
If I could bring you here, I would take myself home. [ ... Actually. He's not sure about that. It's quite nice in this town so far. Once Jean goes back home, he'll be jumping head first back into another battle. If Jean had a choice, he probably would just hang around this place for a little while longer before reluctantly returning to the grim place that made up his home world.
He doesn't know where Kansas is, and that other statement is equally confusing. There's a slight frown. ] How would ruby slippers help?
[ They sure sound fancy though. Only the nobles in the interior wore decorated shoes like that. ]
Edited 2020-06-22 06:13 (UTC)
⊹ An Unusual Arrival
[In her years of travelling with Reinhardt through most of Europe in search of wrongs to right and honorable battles, Brigitte has seen a lot of strange things. Gangs with weird rituals and Omnics altered in various ways and wild technologies that turned people or animals into each other.⊹ The Goblin Market
But surfacing in a fountain in what appears to be a whole different world, after getting distracted by the reflection in a nearby pond? That's totally new.
Climbing out of the fountain, she wrinkles her nose and sits down heavily on the edge of it, lifting her hands to pull the kerchief and goggles off her head so she can twist the water out of her long auburn hair, and give her head a bit of a shake. It gives her a moment or two to catch her breath and reorient herself. The water probably isn't good for the more delicate instruments in the metal parts of her armor, much less for the flail and shield, but they've seen worse and it isn't anything she can't fix, if they end up having a few malfunctions. For a few moments she just sits on the edge of the fountain, a little shell-shocked, and then she takes a deep breath, holds it until her head swims just slightly, and then exhales all in a rush. She's seen worse than this.
So, she stands up, ties her hair back into a ponytail, and looks around for someone she can ask about this place.]
Excuse me? Sorry to be a bother, but I was wondering if I could ask you something?
[She's been here for a few days now, and has done enough work at odd jobs to be able to rent a room, so it's time to go exploring. Dressed down from her usual armor, she walks around the Goblin Market in a pair of red overalls with one strap hanging loose, a heavy tool belt, and a black tank top emblazoned with the phrase "I like exercise because I love to eat." on the front in yellow text.⊹ A Wilde Hunt
Mostly, she's just browsing. The whole concept of magic, of being magic, hasn't quite registered yet, so most of what she's looking at seems to her like neat little knick knacks or baubles, curiosities more than anything really practical. And of course, despite her muscular build and interest in mechanics, she is still a girl, so she ends up standing by a table full of necklaces and bracelets that are advertised as charms. Which really just makes them seem all the more...well, charming!
It really doesn't occur to her that they might be anything more than pretty jewelry, so she doesn't hesitate to touch it, until one of the gems burns her fingers and she jumps back with a yelp.]
What was that?!
[This is honestly exactly what she needed - a bit of a fight, to take the edge off of how weird it is to be in a strange place all by herself and without Reinhardt - which something she tries not to think about, honestly, because she can barely imagine what kind of trouble he's getting himself into without her guidance, and she doesn't want to worry herself sick when she should be focusing on trying to get home.⊹ Wildcard
Of course, she isn't really fighting the way she's supposed to be. She's felt the burning in her blood and the shakes and the strange restlessness and irritation, but she's put it down to a lack of constant exercise and battle. Somehow, it still hasn't quite made it through her head that she is a witch now and that the magic in her might have any effect on her. So instead of practicing spells and venting the extra energy inside herself, she's suited up in her armor and smashing her way through the sectioned off area of the Wilde with her rocket flail.
And if she happens to see someone fighting against a Shade, well, she can't be blamed if instinct kicks in and she leaps in front of that person, activating her large, glowing energy shield to block any blows, whether or not that person needed the help.]
I've got you!
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Edited 2020-06-25 07:57 (UTC)
[ These rouge arrivals that are happening outside the Looking-Glass House have been happening for a few weeks now, and most of the people in the city are very sick of them. Which is why, perhaps, most people just continue to walk on past, ignoring the somewhat bedraggled girl who has just appeared in the fountain, of all places.
Reynir, however, has always been perhaps too soft-hearted for his own good, and even though he is probably going to be late because of it, he comes to a halt when the girl calls out to him. She is probably so confused... to hell with the meeting, anyway, it wasn't that important. ]
It's not a bother. Lemme guess... you've got no idea where you are, or how you got here, or why there's people with horns and scales and stuff wandering around, right?
[ He raises his eyebrows expectantly. ]
Reynir, however, has always been perhaps too soft-hearted for his own good, and even though he is probably going to be late because of it, he comes to a halt when the girl calls out to him. She is probably so confused... to hell with the meeting, anyway, it wasn't that important. ]
It's not a bother. Lemme guess... you've got no idea where you are, or how you got here, or why there's people with horns and scales and stuff wandering around, right?
[ He raises his eyebrows expectantly. ]
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