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sixth shot ⊗ open september log

🧙 WHO: Eustace and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: various quests
🕒 WHEN: throughout September
🗺️ WHERE: various
⚠️ WARNINGS: none except for any potential violence that might happen in the combat oriented prompts

⊗ a: task - shear determination

[Shearing sheep...that takes him back and although it's been a while he heads over. Even if he can't, he can at least use his magic to try and help keep them calm. So for shearers, Eustace can assist some of the nervous sheep, quietly speaking to them and stroking their heads to keep them calm. And he'll also give some advice.]

You need to get all the way down to the skin and be quick about it, so don't hesitate. Be firm or it'll just come out jagged and you'll have to do it over. The faster you are the, less time they'll be like this and remain stressed.

And watch its right side—seems like it's more sensitive there. Could be a skin irritation, but we can treat it after it's been sheared.

[He'll call out any other such problematic spots a sheep might have. Sensitive leg, ticklish belly, don't be too rough, don't be too gentle—being able to hear and understand the sheep certainly has its benefits.]

⊗ b: task - cult classic

[If it's not one set of idiots it's another...

Having recovered from his injuries from last month, Eustace will take this as a prime opportunity to "warm up" and get back into it. Although there had been no deaths, it's clear the guy is being too reckless. Except with him sticking to the rooftops in the late evenings and around the places the incidents have occurred, it wouldn't be too unusual for him to be momentarily be mistaken. Especially when he's always wearing his own cloak.]

⊗ c: tdm - the fighting badass

[Zombies and undead... Well he's used to fighting them, but carrying back their remains? Not the most pleasant thing, but a job's a job and it's something he can do. He needs the exercise, anyway.

1. Combat. Although he'll plan on going solo, he won't helping anyone who is also dealing with the zombies. And wouldn't you know, lightning is fairly effective against them. Not wanting to push himself too, he's setting himself on a high point and sniping down the zombies, shooting lightning down immobilize and down them. Should he have someone that's more close combat, he'll be careful with his shots and let them finish it off.

2. Night watch. For the journey back, Eustace will be definitely guarded and alert on the captured remains. If camping out with someone, he'll secure the bags or boxes used to hold them and eye them warily.]

It would be better if there was some kind of sealing magic... Go ahead and sleep, I'll keep watch.

⊗ d: wildcard

[Considered the Take to the Skiesish prompts but he'd need some convincing to drink the vials. Should anyone want to take that up, I'll be game for any of the other prompts (flying, catching stars, giant bats). If interested in anything else not included here, just hit me up on

laenavesse or discord and we can work something out!]

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I suppose it depends on how time is pinched in all of this. [she lifts her head, nodding up toward the distant explosion.] Any one of those folds or tears could be touching a different point in time for a different realm. The inciting incident...it may be possible to find, but depending on when this was caught at all, it may already be too late.

[her expression has grown more weary, despite the lingering sharpness in her eyes. this is her wheelhouse, and whether she conceals it or not, it shows.]

That's the problem. The speculation, the volume of possibilities. Nothing to dam a flood of what-ifs and how-tos.

[Her smile isn't so sickly sweet anymore, but it is genuine when she hears that gentle clink. The wine is sweet and smooth going down—so delicious that she actually goes for a second sip, her brows arching, impressed. Although she shouldn't be so surprised... How much is this glass of wine going to cost her?

She's much more excited to dig further into the porkchops and potatoes, though. Her first bite was fine, but now she can fully savour and enjoy the taste. This bite is sweetened with apple sauce, and the meat practically melts on her tongue... She's never tasted pork so delicious before! Tifa's quiet for a while as she chews, trying to pick out the different flavours mixed within—what if she could recreate this at home...

The two of them eat in silence for a while, and for someone so small and in shape, she can pack quite a meal. When you spend most of your days working out, you need sustenance!]

So... [she starts eventually.] What do you do on a first not-date?

[Eustace is quite content with their quiet meal, although it's no surprise he's not one to strike a conversation. Really he's fine as long as he's with company he doesn't mind, and Tifa has proven to be part of that group now.

He's already on the second cut of the pork when he hears her speak up and he glances up at her with some thought.]

I don't really have any real experience, but... I suppose if this were a real date this is where we start learning about each other to see if we're compatible as partners.

[Tifa responds with a content hum through her next bite, washing it down with some wine.

She's not experienced in the realm of dating either so she isn't entirely sure what to expect or how to go about this. Not that it's a real date in the least, but what fun would that be if they just sat here in silence or talked about the woman that's still likely waiting for them outside...?

While she mulls this over, she twirls her fork between her fingers before dunking the ends of it into the apple sauce.]

Not just questions about what our favourite colours are, yeah? [That's too boring. Another pause while she takes a bite of the sauce.] Hm. How about... "what do you like to do in your free time?"

[Seems like a reasonable place to start.]

Aside from taking of Eria and training... I'll visit the animal shelters to check on the dogs... When I really want some time alone I'll either head out to the woods or read at the library.

[The sheep remains stiff as a statue, but when it starts feeling the rash it had easing up, it slowly opens one eye...and then another eye... And then it briefly looks at Eustace before looking at Maribelle.

When the pain is completely clear, it gives a happy bleat! And then tries to lick Maribelle.]

[He follows his gaze, his brows furrowing. This is certainly beyond his scope, and once again he can only be remiss that he can think of numerous names from his world that could have provided aid, but alas.

In the end he just shakes his head.]

And I doubt it's possible to magically reverse everything, either. Cutting this world or dimension off doesn't seem feasible, either, as the current measures are about as close as we can get. [Again, if they had some kind of divine intervention that could literally pluck this world into yet a different more contained pocket of space... But that's probably oversimplifying things, not to mention likely impossible to begin with.] And yet we were all pulled here to...help restore magic? I'm still not sure how we're making any kind of progress, if at all.

[it's an annoying kind of comfort to hear the concerns she carries being spoken in someone else's voice; makes her feel less alone in this limbo. while the rest of the isle seems content to move day to day, antic to antic, she comes here, watching the sky, and wonders what more can be done.

and she's none-too-happy about being something of a magical battery against her will, too! magic is great, but...it was better when it was on her own terms, not tethered to a familiar.]

Restore, stabilize... [she shakes her head, her head tilting, lowering her gaze back down to her lap.] With no clear understanding of how much or for how long. Lifetimes may be necessary to stabilize and collect what's needed...!

[Oh, he actually answered. Okay then! Tifa listens eagerly, slowly cutting another piece of her porkchop with the occasional glance back up at him.

She knows better than to tease him about it out loud, but isn't alone time for Eustace all the time? The stubborn Lone Wolf type... so she isn't surprised in the least to hear that he'll go somewhere quiet like the library. The woods is an interesting choice, though.]

I know it's a bit out of the way, but have you been back to that café in Celliwig?

No... However Camelot has a few similar cafés.

[He notably does not say whether he's gone to them or not.]

You?

Ack!

[ Ew! Gross! ... Still, she supposes it's a sign of gratitude. ]

Y-Yes, well... you're very welcome, now, if we could get back to shearing...?

[Once again Eustace is definitely not laughing at Maribelle. There definitely was NOT a snicker.]

...You should be fine.

[Eustace stares up into that confusing, ominous, magic black hole.]

...Is it not possible to draw magic energy from the Cataclysm itself? Or recreate...

[He shakes his head.]

No that would be too reckless and could lead into a worse disaster.

... Perhaps I should shear you next, Eustace...

[ She picks up the shears and gets to work, trying not to grumble. ]

[her mouth tugs for a bit, expression a shade wry.]

And so it goes. We simply do not have enough information yet. And the mistress of magic here, Morgana...she doesn't seem terribly interested in dialogue.

[It's been some time since they had seen each other. After the way their "date" ended—a success in many ways mind you, they were able to draw out Eustace's stalker and have her taken in by authorities with sufficient proof—Tifa has been keeping herself busy. The night itself ended on an awkward note, and even two weeks later, she's still having troubles facing him directly. That isn't to say she can't do it at all, but tonight, as they walk into the strip club, she's all business.

With few words exchanged besides their plan to get these Celliwig knights out, Tifa leads the way in. She's immediately greeted by loud music with a bass so strong that she can feel the floors and walls shaking around them, and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and musty perfume, and the combination of it all wrinkles her nose. It reminds her a little of Don Corneo's place, or parts of Wall Market in general—not that she had the opportunity to visit a lot of the back streets, but this is exactly what she imagines a strip club in Wall Market would look like.

Peering back over her shoulder at Eustace, she looks neither comfortable nor uncomfortable... Just very out of her element, even if she does look the part with her dress and high heels that could stab someone's eye out. It puts her even further out of her element, if anything. Sneakers are much more practical. It's too dim that the many, many people that are already here don't even pay them a second thought, which is probably a good thing, but she realizes now that she could have simply worn her usual get-up and probably gotten away with it.

Hindsight is always 20/20.

She'd shout if it weren't for the need for subtlety, so she turns and leans close to Eustace, beckoning for him to bring himself low enough that she can speak into his ear.]

We should grab a drink. Make ourselves fit in while we scope out the place, yeah?

[He doesn't need to say it for her to know. Many of them serve as animal shelters with the café portion of it being a draw for people who otherwise might not go, so if he'd said that he had, she wouldn't be surprised in the least, if his reactions to the puppies in Celliwig was any indication of his love for the animals.]

Not since. If I do, I might just adopt all of them, but I don't have the space at the Inn... I don't think anyone would appreciate me having a handful of dogs and cats running around the room.

[ ... ]

Should probably go back though. See if any of them found a home.

...Hm.

[He drizzled some of the applesauce onto his pork before cutting a bite sized portion.]

I'll go with you.

[It's been a while and he would like to see how they're doing as well. And then grins a bit at her.]

I can stop you from adopting everything.

[Since Eustace is good at keeping himself busy or keeping to himself when he's not, he doesn't initially notice anything different after their little "date." It's not like he really expected anything. But whenever they did meet, he noticed the slight change in her behavior. At first he didn't think much of it since, well, it was a fairly awkward situation (mostly for her given how much he teased her especially towards the end (punishment)). Even if he's able to return to normal fairly easily, it's understandable if it takes her a bit.

But... As time passes and she still seems unable to be comfortable around him, he can't help but actually take more notice of it. Which is a little odd for him because normally he wouldn't really care too much if anyone was uncomfortable around him or not. But whenever he tries to ask she gets evasive and claims everything is fine—without ever really looking at him directly for too long. Again, this is something he would normally drop and just leave it be, but somehow he can't this time. He's not sure why he has such a disquieted feeling about it, but it exists. Maybe there isn't a reason at all.

Eventually he just shoves that feeling out as it's an unnecessary one. It doesn't matter what she does, if she wants to avoid him, whatever. It's not like she's avoiding him completely and hadn't he often remarked how she'd sometimes be disrupting his "peace and quiet"? Isn't distance better? So he'll just carry on as always and no longer be bothered by it.

(He was still low keyed bothered by it.)

When she asks him to help rescue some people, there is a delay before he accepts. Of course, although part of it is because of some weird dissatisfied feeling, but a large part of it is because this "request" sounds highly suspicious and he already knows she can have weird ideas and plans. That feeling doubles when she tells him to dress "nice, but casual." If he had known the full details he would have flatly refused and upon arriving at the club he tried to turn and leave. He only got inside because she had to forcibly drag him, and he still had half a mind to just leave. But after seeing the number and stature of these...people, he couldn't in good conscience. Tifa's proven she can certainly take out someone, but there are limits. An entire club would be one of those.

And now he looks at her, his face now closer to hers as he has to lean down due to her beckoning and just to hear over all this chaotic noise (the refuses to believe this is actually "music"). There's a harshness in his gaze, not bothering to hide his displeasure before sighing as he glances around them.]

...I'm not sure how you expect us to "fit in."

[He is definitely going to stick out regardless because of how cold and clearly not wanting to be here he is.

Also is it really such a good idea to have them drink, they haven't exactly had a good track record so far—]

Edited 2021-09-20 08:24 (UTC)

[The sheep's sniffing tickles a little bit---

But Lyon does as he's told, flattening his hands as much as he can without allowing the apple to fall out, and then he stays very, very still.]

It's for you, if you want it.

[Very still. No sudden movements that would spook the sheep further. He just stands there, patiently.]

[Ooooh how scary. Only he is clearly not bothered and instead looks contemplative. It's a silly notion, but since he's just holding the sheep who is now more relaxed, her grumbling made him briefly imagine something and now he really is wondering the implications.]

...Hm. I wonder... If I transformed into a sheep and you sheared off the wool, what would happen after I turn back...

[It's not something he would normally even entertain, but since that's actually possible and could be carried over to other forms and other situations, like plucked feathers or pulled fur that could happen in a fight... HMMM.

Of course the possibilities he's thinking of are probably left unsaid and he's not going to try.]

[A small sigh as he looks back upwards.]

And this "Excalibur." Are they really putting everything on this one thing that hasn't even been found?

[The sheep eyes him... But then slowly, slowly reaches out to the apple and takes a huge bite out of it. There's a small happy bleat and even a wag of its tail before it continues eating the apple.]

Well done. I'll take it from here and you can try healing it again.

[After the sheep takes another bite, Eustace will reach out to take the remaining part to free Lyon.]

My understanding is that it was the one thing at the core of the whole incident in the first place, Eustace. [she's back to note-taking, but keeps her voice loud enough for conversation.] By chance have you heard of it before being dropped into the bay? It's a relic that seems to have multiple focal points throughout multiple realms - many of which are represented here even now.

... On second thought, I'd rather not imagine that!

[ Must not envision hairless Eustace! Yikes!

She shakes her head, doing her best to change the subject so she won't upset the sheep. ]

... Is there a limit to what kinds of animals you can transform into? In my realm, people such as you can only turn into one type. Manaketes become dragons, and the Tagul I know could only be rabbit beasts.

Edited 2021-09-20 18:43 (UTC)

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