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Claude von Riegan ([personal profile] leicesters) wrote in [community profile] isleofavalon2021-09-04 06:15 pm

SEPTEMBER CATCH-ALL

🧙 WHO: Claude and you!
⚔️️ WHAT: September shenanigans - potion mishaps and pain-tolerant badassery
🕒 WHEN: Throughout the month
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: CWs for branding and consensual submission for the second and third prompts.

1. POTION DISASTER
[Potions had become something of a side hobby for Claude since he arrived on the island earlier in the year. Much like his fascination with poison back home, he liked experimenting with different ingredients and seeing what kind of -- hopefully non-lethal -- effects he could produce. Who knows when that knowledge could be useful one day? However, without a magical talent for alchemy granted to him on arrival, his actual ability is still... quite some ways away from mastery.

Which is why he has a case full of dud potions he's dutifully carrying back to the nearest apothecary where they can be disposed of responsibly, or, at the very least, salvaged into something usable by someone who actually knows what they're doing.

Should you be unfortunate enough to pass by him, it's at that exact moment that he trips, and he watches in horror as the case upends right out of his hands and sends a potion (or two, or three, or five) crashing into the unfortunate victim, drenching them.]


Gah--! I'm so sorry! Let me help--!

[Feel free to choose whatever disastrous effect you want the potion to have, or RNG something from this list. Just keep in mind Claude hasn't mastered potion-brewing so the effects are going to skew negative or just plain weird from his mess-ups.]


2. THE PAIN-TOLERANT BADASS (cw: branding)
[Having gotten wind of preparations for the autumn equinox, and being well aware of what nasty repercussions could happen when spirits are allowed to move about unchecked in Avalon, Claude decided it was best to help pitch in and take on one of the spirit guardians. He's not sure he trusts the entire process, honestly, but the locals seem to swear by it, and the costs of not having enough volunteers probably outweigh the risks of helping.

Which is why Claude is stripped down to the waist, sitting on a block of obsidian and eyeing up a potential volunteer to help with the preparations.]


Are you sure you want to do this? I may be gorgeous, but this won't be pretty.


3. THE CARING BADASS (cw: consensual submission)
[For anyone who wants to volunteer to take care of Claude! As this will vary according to CR, feel free to write your own starter or comment and I'll write a personalised starter. Claude will only agree to this with people he has preexisting CR with and who he trusts; feel free to hit me up via PM/moonsilver#4734/[plurk.com profile] moonsilver if you're not sure.]


4. WILDCARD
[Choose your own adventure! As above, write your own starter or hit me up to plot.]
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[personal profile] feisticuffs 2021-09-06 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
That's comforting.

[However, never one to sit idly for any reason, Jade takes hold of his jacket when offered and quickly starts to wipe away the offending potion. "Wait and see" was never really a wise tactic when it came to finding out what magical potions did.]

Thank you, I—

[Whatever she'd meant to say next, he may never know. The fingers gripping his jacket suddenly go slack, and the rest of her follows— going remarkably still for half a moment before she goes entirely limp, collapsing to the ground in front of him unconscious.

Welp.]
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[personal profile] feisticuffs 2021-09-14 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's definitely breathing, and her pulse is slow but steady— whatever that potion had done, it wasn't fatal, or at least not immediately.

Meanwhile, Jade herself is trying to figure out exactly what it is she's looking at as she suddenly finds herself staring at Claude holding what looks to be her body, while she watches from—

Wait a moment. Why is she looking down at herself?

She clears her throat softly from behind where Claude is kneeling, and as he stands and prepares to carry her body off elsewhere, she moves into his field of vision with both fists firmly planted on her hips, looking distinctly translucent.]


Oh, I'm awake.

[... sort of.]

What did you do to me?!