isleofavalon | August catch-all

WHO: Somnus and you
️WHAT: Quests, etc, catch all
WHEN: around aug
WHERE: anywhere
WARNINGS: the quest standards found here.

Quest: Animal Effects

[ He had woken up as fully human this morning. By afternoon, that is not the case. With dragon-like features and markings-- scales of obsidian highlighting his cheeks and arms; a slender, shadowy tail lifting his cloak behind him; long, black nail for claws; and two dark horns crowning his head-- Somnus appears to have been affected by the animal mages' curse.

With dissatisfaction, he stares at the back of his hand where a few scales peek out from the top of his forearm bracer, and with a click of his tongue he turns on his heels. This puts him right in front of you.

Unfortunately, the dragon features give his usual severe expression an even more ferocious accent.

Or, maybe, his new dragon-tail has accidentally swiped you off of your feet as he's turned. ]

Baths

[ The castles' baths are far more luxurious than that of the Red Spring's, and for whatever reason, Somnus can be found within them. He's not indulging, per se, but for those who know him, he looks oddly more at peace. For once, the grim shroud of his brow is not so lowered or taught, and his jaw is relaxed, lips slightly parted as he inhales the misty air of the bathes through his nose. Those that know him will find that this more peaceful state may make him appear almost, well, younger.

...The faint lightening-web like scars that travel up an arm, however, appear paler that usual in the baths' lighting. ]

Quest: Not-So-Good Morning (CW: Corpses and murder)

[ A corpse sways in the wind, suspended by ropes from a lamp post. While this world is not without crime of its own-- as he would assume no Star to be without-- he doesn't expect a hanging to be displayed in the middle of the street.

He is not the only one, either. By the time of morning he's come around to encounter this corpse, so have a few others. They now gather in a semi-circle around the display. Perhaps you are among them. He comments, speculating: ] Perhaps the offenders wished for a spectacle.

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Spectacle, indeed!

[Cecelia's expression is stony, but harsh - far more restrained than the sharpness of her tone.]

And all are going to simply stand about and gawk, are they? Get out of my way! [she's going to shove past him and anyone still ogling to try and get to the body.] Cut them down or move so I may!

[ He steps to the side as she makes her path to the still-hanging corpse, his expression hardened as others either look away in shame at their idleness or bristle at her loudness. Still, he makes no move.

It doesn’t seem as if anyone else is offering to cut the body down. There are, however, some grateful whispers the fearful crowd that someone is putting an end to such a brazenly morbid display. ]

[this would be very irritating if having to rely on her own strength, and honestly? she's quite put out by the sheer inaction around her. typically, it takes just one person to trigger a flow of movement, but it looks like this sight is too staggering for those still observing.

a small unicorn manifests in a slow emergence of glitter, standing at attention at Cecelia's side as she comes up to the dangling body. once she's done looking over the state of the ties, the half-elf nods down to the familiar, accepting the assist to make the ground below her crack and swell. concrete be damned, the earth will come up and lift her to the level of the body and its restraints.

with a flick of its head, a little spark jumps from the unicorn horn to Cecelia's fingers, and she burns off one of the larger knots, catching the fraying cord before it can fall entirely free.]

Uffh--!

[strength is not her greatest trait, so she staggers a bit as the weight of the body slumps against her. it makes her skin crawl, but what the hell else is she to do?!

as the small pillar of earth recedes, lowering her to the ground, she calls aloud, glaring at the building ahead of her:] Oh, don't make me do all the work! One of you come over here and help me with this already!

[ The crowd makes room when the small unicorn appears and the woman summons up the earth to support her endeavor, and when at last she frees the corpse, a few express their thanks. Others remain at bay, murmuring about how the body might be cursed. None make a claim to it, let along recognize to which family they might belong.

As she expresses her grievance from the lack of help, she'll find that the body will begin to become lighter, as if lifted by an invisible force. Slowly the corpse begins to float parallel to the ground.

He needn't raise a hand to exercise his power.

Before the din of frightened murmurs can become startled cries of foul play or undead magics, at last he steps forth and speaks, voice cutting plainly above the crowd. The locals part for him. ]

Where would you have them be moved?

[things lightening and floating of their own accord is a bit unsettling, but then, she did just demand help, didn't she? so the happening gets no more than a little hiss of breath through her teeth before she releases her hold on the body and steps back a bit.

no sooner does she do so than the mage reveals himself, and she turns her head to regard him.

without missing a beat:] Here, this clear sp--move. [she shoots an icy glare at someone encroaching, which sends them scattering.] Here is fine. None too far from the incident, but given something of dignity, thank you.

[ The body hovers over to the spot the woman indicates before gently settling upon the ground as if they decided to merely rest upon the side of the road. The remaining frayed rope about their neck comes loose, discarded to the side by way of more invisible magic.

While he had stepped out from the crowd, he still stands a respectful distance from the body. Yet, his gaze seems to be fixed upon it.

Then he takes a step away. ]

Someone will need to claim the body.

Indeed. Do notify the authorities if you have a phone, if you don't mind? I don't doubt there's already plenty of witness accounts and photographs of the scene at time of discovery.

[in the meanwhile, she's going to help settle the limbs in some respectable, but easy-to-investigate fashion, murmuring something elvish under her breath.

this isn't how she wants to test out her latent blood magic, but by gods, she's not going to walk around with someone's blood on her, is she? so after she's uttered her prayers of condolence, she coaxes the blood staining her dress and shawl out, letting it coagulate into something of a form over her fingers while she fishes around in her satchel for an empty vial to let it accumulate in.]

[ The edge of his black cloak rustles as he retrieves the phone from a pocket. Somnus raises the device upward, slowly. Only now does his expression shift, brow lowering at he regards the screen and moves a thumb over the glass. The light of the device illuminates his eyes; he seems focused, as if this task takes more concentration than not...

But his gaze shifts to her as she manipulates the blood from fabric and into a vial. ]

What manner of magic is that?

Quite the undesirable one, I hate to say. [that non-answer will have to do while she's concentrating on this task. only once the stopper is put on the vial does she feel keen on speaking more to it, and even then her tone is rather quiet since she's not looking to put on a lecture to the confused bystanders.]

I've got some capacity to manipulate blood - perhaps an aspect enhanced by the elements I can already interact with as you've seen.

In any case-- [she sets the vial down, now procuring a journal and quill, tearing a free sheet out (tragic) and tapping the quill tip to wake up the ink.] Can you mark the time? Or rather, time you spotted this scene? I'll leave some notes for the authorities.

[ His brow remained lowered, set, as he watches her finish manipulating the blood. When she hands him the quill and paper, he takes it and marks the time as suggests. ]

By the time I had come upon this corpse, others had already gathered. If you will be investigating this further, I suggest you speak to the others here.

[ The monotone with which he speaks may indicate that he believes this is neither his business nor his job. ]

This is due diligence for those who have to do that investigating, thank you. [more responsibility? she has enough, thanks. and this bloody business is far from her taste.] And it mayhap keep you from being pestered about it later, as I understand lengthy statements are the norm for such things here.

[ His expression doesn't change, but he does finally lower his communication device from having (at last) finished messaging the proper authorities that there is a body.

Somnus looks at her. ] You mean to suggest I am a suspect?

[blithely:] As much and as little as anyone else who were standing here when I came across this, I gather? [and she has no qualm pointing him or any of the other gawkers out should she recall their faces. for something like this, she is content in being a snitch.

...but she also doesn't feel she has the stomach to be near this body much longer, so she doesn't pose the question again, instead just tearing her page of notes and leaving it under the shoulder of the body.

she rises with a soft huff, frowning down at the sight at her feet.]

A waste. A frozen calamity in the heavens and someone's up to this nonsense. [typical, really.] Pardon me.

[she'll make to skirt around him and out of here.]

[ Somnus says nothing more as she leaves, stepping away from the body shortly after. Best to not remain near the dead. ]

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