Many times we're given rhymes / That are quite unsingable

[morganknight]

Who: Morgan, anyone who wants in, and a special guest appearance by Blair
What: Quests, nonsense, a catch-all!
Where: Various places depending on prompt.
When: First half of January.
Warnings: ???


1. Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Sir Morgan (Open)

"Sure, we get all this magic and then we have to go into a no-magic zone." Morgan rolled his eyes, but even with that the complaint still sounded a little forced. Particularly since he kept fidgeting, shrugging or rolling a shoulder -- reminding himself of the familiar weight of his sword, and making sure it was properly positioned for a swift draw. Inside, they would find their greatest fear...

"I know what I'm going to find down here... do you?"

2. We're Shadlin Up And Moving Out (Open)

The short day's light faded, the only condition necessary to enter the Edge of the Dusklight Wood and investigate. Morgan stood just outside the trees, arms folded as he stared into the darkening wood. Striking a cool pose right before an adventure helped psych you up, after all.

He was, he had to admit, a little afraid. Without the full range of magick he was used to, he'd lost a lot of protection and safety, not least among them the ability to heal. But that line of thinking just disgusted him; plenty of people did this sort of thing without that kind of net, and less training than he'd had. Fear felt like an insult to everyone who'd ever taught him.

He huffed a sigh, then rolled his shoulders and pushed the tension out of himself. "You ready to go in?"

3. Magic In Music, Music In Me (Open)

"Neeeeeeh..." That displeased, dissatisfied noise came from the man staring into the vine-wrapped window of a store. A music store, specifically, proudly displaying an item he'd come to realize he really missed: a guitar. Crow had been lucky enough to bring his in, after all, and while Morgan admitted he was better off with his coat and sword, still....

Rubbing the heel of his hand against his eye, he stuck his other hand in his coat pocket, as if somehow his wealth from back home might have appeared there in the thirty seconds since he'd last checked. "I gotta get some money somehow."

An Ordinary Life (closed to Blair)

"You're coming out with me to have a normal day," he'd said to Blair, all cheerful and friendly and not really allowing for dissent. She was so consistently serious and driven that he suspected she'd just train and quest and do literally nothing else, and that was a path to madness!

So, arms folded behind his head, Morgan leaned against a streetlight in one of the nicer sections of Camelot's shopping areas. She'd be here, he was sure; if nothing else, she'd take it as a challenge, and respond appropriately... right?

((I'll match tagging styles. If you want a wildcard of some sort, I'm at ultimaweapon!))

Comments

[optimate]

It was difficult to say if Blair was annoyed or felt anything else when Morgan, quite brazenly in her eyes, demanded that she needed to take it easy. Her unchanging expression can be difficult to read, but a sigh did leave her lips when she was invited. So she did show up, wearing "casual" clothes for once, with her armor safely left behind where she's currently staying. Impatiently waiting, she looks at the watch on her wrist before looking up and around for Morgan. Raising her arm to call for his attention, she only spoke once he's seen her.

"I'm here as you requested. What plans do you have for how to spend this time?"

[morganknight]

It... took an embarrassingly long time for Morgan to notice her, and if he hadn't been actively looking for her, he never would have. People back home laughed at how oblivious he could be; people doing so here was only a matter of time.

"Hey, Blair!" He stuck up a hand in return, waving a little as he walked closer. "You look great!" Actual normal clothes from her seemed like a miracle.

"Thanks for coming out. Especially since I all but called you out..." Aside from the thanks being necessary -- though he wasn't exactly apologizing for phrasing it in a way that he thought she'd respond to -- he was also engaged in his own verbal aikido, engaging with her swift and sharp attitude with a slower pace to gently redirect her energies. "I have a few ideas, but I wanted to ask first if there's anything you particularly would like to do. Or have wanted to do but never bothered."

[optimate]

"Nothing we can currently afford." she replies, sighing with a subtle lament of her lack of wealth in this world. "I suppose you can help me find an apartment. The inn, while it has it's benefits, is beginning to lose it's charm for me"

[morganknight]

"I saved up some money for this, but yeah, I do kinda miss my money." Totally with you there, Blair, but the suggestion earned only a bemused smirk. "I'll help you for sure, but that isn't exactly a fun, relaxing day. What about an arcade? A fighting game seems your style."

[optimate]

[ Blair gives a subtle pout that faded as soon as it appeared ]

But I like looking at homes. I think it's fun...

[ That could just be something she'll do later. She sighs, shaking her head ]

And I don't enjoy video games, to be honest. Since you say relaxing, then perhaps a spa?

[morganknight]

"Not me, I always just built my homes. Finding someplace that suits me just never worked as well as having one made to specifications." #richpeopleproblems. "But I'm up for it regardless. Spa and then some home-hunting?

"Though," he added after a moment, "forward as it may be, I'm a little gifted with massage. If you want to bundle that into the spa day..."

[optimate]

"You don't know me like that" she replies bluntly, feeling her brows furrow as she shoots him a glare of warning. He's friendly, but sometimes he feels overly friendly. She waves her hand dismissively, pre-emptively shutting down whatever quip he decides to follow it with before she speaks, "Let's just keep things even simpler. I have a craving for some ramen, if this world even has them. If not, we'll pick something else."

She sighs, walking on ahead. She has an idea of where good places to eat might be but she hasn't completely checked them out yet to know.

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[colchismagecraft]

Caster did not have a great interest in the quests - and certainly not in Knighthood or Nobility - but well, she needed some money to get by in this world. The whole Dusklight Wood thing seemed...interesting, and hopefully less hazardous than fighting trolls.

And, well, she thought she'd humour Morgan. He was someone who she was intrigued by, after all, and she wanted another chance to have a chat with him.

"I believe so. Are you?" she said calmly, her expression obscured by the hood of her cloak as always. Caster...didn't like going in with most of her magic missing, either, but hopefully between the two of them they had enough power to complete the task.

[morganknight]

"Ready as I can be. The moreso with good backup." He flashed a smile sidelong at Caster, trusting she'd pick it up despite that hood. "Are you any good at fighting, by the way?"

Here and now, to be specific. No doubt she was a pretty formidable foe back home, but... was that also true without the full suite of magic she'd possessed?

[colchismagecraft]

Oh, she picked it up, and gave a cool smile of her own. At least he was confident in having her as backup here.

Morgan was right, though, she was a formidable adversary back home, but here, well...less so.

"Somewhat. Being unable to access my strongest offensive magic is frustrating, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve," with that, she drew a strange, twisted looking dagger she'd been concealing in her robes. "...This should at least do something against any magical beings we come across. It didn't lose all its power."

[morganknight]

"It didn't? Huh. Mine totally did." He jerked a thumb at the hilt protruding over his shoulder. "Which I can't tell you how many reasons that should be impossible, but nonetheless, here we are."

[colchismagecraft]

"From what you've told me, that does seem strange..." she's shooting a glance to the sword. How could something containing someone's soul just lose its powers like that?

[morganknight]

Maybe, uh, at some point he should have mentioned this was a different sword. "Right. It's not enchanted, it's made of antimagick material. That shouldn't be able to just shut off, but nonetheless."

[colchismagecraft]

She had no way of knowing he had many swords! Who did he think he was, Archer?

"Interesting...very interesting. It's a shame, I would have been curious to see what it was capable of at its full strength. Not against me, of course," Caster shrugged, before turning her attention to the woodland. "...Well. Shall we?"

[morganknight]

Considering the sword was probably absolute anathema to someone named 'Caster', yeah, not against her.

"Of course," he said, and gallantly extended an arm to her so she could take it and be escorted formally into the forest. Of course, he didn't expect her to do any of that, but he was hoping for an amused smile.

[colchismagecraft]

Caster paused, staring at the outstretched arm, but she couldn't help but smirk in amusement as she walked past him. Did that count?

She kept her dagger - Rule Breaker - close as she began to look around the forest...no sign of anything out of place just yet.

"What rumours have you heard about this venture so far?"

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[monostich]

"No," is the easy admittance. Surprisingly easy - Kaede has no idea what he might fear enough it would manifest. He knows he doesn't have to do this quest, but it feels wrong not to.

"But there's no point in staying back," he says with a shrug, trying to project more confidence than he actually feels.

[morganknight]

Nodnod. "Right, well. Assuming these images can't hurt anyone, if you see another me, just keep walking."

He'll take the lead. Both because he knew what to expect for himself, and because he was less likely to stop if he ran into his partner's fear -- whatever that might end up being.

[monostich]

"Another you?"

He can't not ask - does that mean that the thing this man fears the most is himself? Because that doesn't instill Kaede with a lot of confidence. Does that mean he's dangerous? Should he be worried?

(But Kaede can understand being afraid of what you're capable of, but... He's long since accepted that. It doesn't seem a likely fear to show up here.)

"Why would it be another you?"

[morganknight]

"Are you familiar with the concepts of multiverse theory? The idea that there are infinite worlds out there, representing every single possibility that could have ever been?"

He took the lead, stepping into the cavern proper with his hands in the pockets of his coat. Whatever awaited wouldn't respond to his sword, after all. Better to just keep that sheathed.

[monostich]

"Um - no, I can't say that I've heard of a theory like that before..."

It sounds absolutely buckwild to him. He falls in step behind Morgan, looking around the cavern and doing a poor job of hiding his nerves. It's... Much different than any sort of trial he's had to undergo before.

[morganknight]

"Well, it's a real thing. Proof is, I've got a teenage daughter running around here, who an alternate me had with someone who is a good friend to me, but apparently my wife in that universe. I've met others, too, like a me who married the girl that I see as a sister, because in that universe she was turned into a vampire..."

Morgan had no problem with the Isle or having been brought here, for obvious reasons. This sort of thing was pretty much old hat for him.

[monostich]

"That all seems... Very complicated."

For lack of a better word. He's not quite sure he follows, but he doesn't not believe the man.

"So... You think your greatest fear is an alternate version of yourself?"

[morganknight]

"Oh, I don't think. I know. Stormborn, one of the nine servants of ultimate evil, a warrior who stands in place of an army. Or he isn't my fear, actually, so much as the potential to be him that I have."

Or had. Morgan didn't and couldn't acknowledge that his current self could never go down that path. Fear, after all, was not so easily escaped.

[monostich]

"That's..."

He presses his lips together, brow furrowing and head tilting just slightly. He can admit there's a lot of things he doesn't know and doesn't understand, but...

"If you know this could be how you end up and you don't want to be like that, doesn't that mean you no longer have that potential? Because you can change who you're going to be if you know what needs to be done, can't you?"