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[Open] Raising Spirits

🧙 WHO: Dr. Naomi Kimishima and You
⚔️️ WHAT: Various quests and prompts as a Catch-all
🕒 WHEN: Throughout September till Event
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible burns, various injuries and illnesses, and corpses in some prompts.

I. Shear Determination

Animals and Naomi don't tend to get along.

Perhaps she got along with cats, but given their symbolism throughout history, she's not surprised.

Death Magic seemed to make that relationship worse. At least sheep shearing shouldn't be so difficult to the point she can't approach, but incense only cover up so much. The stench of death did nothing to ease the already anxious sheeps' anxieties so she had to stay back. Still, she should make an effort to help with Quests.

So, she would help in her own way. Should she see anyone else working on shearing sheep, she would settle nearby, watch, and wait. Not close enough to bother the sheep, but not far enough to be completely unknown. If any healing was needed, she would be there - that, or maybe her watching was becoming a little eerie.

II. Cult Classic

Naomi's heard about the strange marauder going around and acting out his fantasies, and it sounded like he needed mental health. However, she wasn't out for helping him, she's just trying to head home.

Which was what made encountering him somewhat a bother. That, and she didn't even know what the hell he was acting out. She didn't care for movies or plays so the scene was completely lost on her - oh dear, it seemed to be incensing him.

Maybe step in and help... or watch.

III. The Fighting Badass

Land of Rot was as it said on the tin, and she was glad to be going when they did. She'd gone along to see about capturing corpses if only to ty her Death Magic out some more, but there seemed to be issues between it and the land itself. Either her magic wasn't strong enough, or the curse of the Land itself couldn't be surpassed.

Oh well, they managed to get what they needed.

"If we don't return in time, we still have access to the crematorium."

Well, she had access.

IV. Open Clinic

Just like the previous month, Naomi's door was open for all matter of ills and ailments at the clinic. Whether for a check-up, a quick heal, or a prescription, she more than likely had her next patient covered. All that she might want in return was a knock to know you're there.

"... Come in."

She tapped on her paperwork with her pen.

"Let's try not to waste too much of your time."

V. Wildcard

[OOC: Now Naomi isn't getting tattooed, but she can be a personal genie for some. Otherwise, anything else, plot with me over at

demidemonLove.]

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[Tifa isn't all that well-versed in movies either. She hadn't seen many of them back in Midgar and the ones that she did see, none of them carried over to this world, so it's not as if she shares anything in common with this theatrical man that's been wreaking havoc across Camelot. But she isn't about to stand back and let this poor, innocent woman fall victim to his schemes either...

She'd been on the way back to the carriages from a café when she hears shouts down the street, coming from behind a crowd that's started to gather. She's heard of people looking for this man but never being able to catch him, and yet... why are all these locals standing around doing nothing!? She's quick to shove her way through the captivated audience with a steaming cup of tea in one hand, and when she gets to the front—]

"How could you not have seen the movie!?"

[She scowls.]

Not everyone's a fan.

[Of what movie? She has no idea what's going on here, but her answer won't change.

Hello Naomi, did you need some assistance?]

[It was rather annoying that people would rather observe than step in, but she also gets it: if it's not directed at them, it's not their problem. Such was the way with most, and she wasn't looking around for help either. No, she was just standing as she usually did, eyes reflected disinterest and arms crossed. She would like to get back to her room at the Inn and sleep.]

[About to move, she blinks and raises her head finally when someone else spoke up. A woman she had not met before (though, she hasn't met a lot of people either) had actually stepped forward.]

Or not a fan in general... Either way, some of us have work in the morning. If at all possible, please continue gallivanting elsewhere so I can go home and sleep.

[She has a bad habit of not.]

"Well then you leave me no choice..."

[He withdraws a sword from the sheath at his belt. She had been expecting a sad little wooden sword at best, but nope—this is a full on metal one. And then, from a bag slumped on the ground next to him, he takes out an extra and tosses it at Naomi, where it clatters to the ground.]

"The force is with you, young Luke Hamill."

[Tifa's brow arches, and recognition flickers in her gaze, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.]

Wait, I know this one...!

[Looking at the sword when it lands at her feet, that's... not annoying her any less. The fact this guy expects her to engage him in an actual swordfight? He needs a therapist. And she's not moving to pick that up either.]

[What does catch her by surprise though is the young woman speaking up.]

You... know this?

[He says nothing in return to either of them, only standing with his sword at the ready with bated breath. She can't see his face with the helmet over his head, but Tifa can imagine he's smirking underneath it.]

Yeah... Saw it at the movie theatre. It's Galaxy Wars, isn't it?

[He nods.]

You know how to use a sword?

[Because she sure as hell doesn't.]

'Galaxy Wars'...?

[God, is it a sci-fi movie? That just raises the chances of Naomi not seeing it to a level that still doesn't bring her previous no around to a yes.]

[In answer to Tifa's question, she shakes her head.]

I do not.

[Why would she...?]

Neither do I. Hold onto that.

[Tifa's handing Naomi the sword anyway, because she would be much better off keeping to her fists and feet. Not that she has any plans of actually humouring the guy, but should he plan to go for the sword again, she'd much rather avoid giving him the opportunity to wield two of them.]

This is the guy that's been terrorizing the city, isn't it? The one who thinks he's part of some movie?

What...?

[Suddenly, sword acquired and Naomi's holding it with a puzzling expression. Ugh, she guessed if worse came to worse, she could try... blocking. Fine, if it came to it.]

Yes, this should be him. His condition is worse than I expected...

[The man says nothing, only looking between the two of them before he reaches down into his bag and... pulls out a large helmet? One that he slides over his head to mask his entire face.]

Yeah. Guess someone's gotta take him down.

[Fists at the ready, she waits for him to make the first move. Not because she isn't prepared, but because she isn't going to be the one to strike first—gotta give her a reason to so she doesn't have to cause trouble for whatever authorities will take him in once they're done with him.

But he's faster than he looks, and moves in at Naomi, side-stepping Tifa entirely, with his sword out.]

We may as well try...

[He's not going to leave them alone so it's either capture, or forcing a retreat. Holding the sword not so much at the ready, Naomi looks as he equips a helmet... and sighs.]

[The doctor might not know how to use a sword, but it isn't like she hasn't been in situations similar to this. The guy's fast, but she's quite aware who between them is the target; her probably dodging as fast probably catches him by surprise.]

[It does catch him by surprise, and he'd been prepared for either their swords meeting in an epic block or it piercing her flesh, but when she dodges him, much to even Tifa's pleasant surprise, he stumbles forward where Naomi had once been standing.

She takes the opportunity to raise her leg and land a kick on his back and she sends him falling to the ground where he breaks his fall with an expert roll. This guy's better than he looks, what in Shiva's tits?

Tifa growls under her breath, and she can hear him put on the act, just as she suspected he would. There's some deep, strange breathing noises coming from under his mask, and he laughs, low and unlike his normal voice.]

"Very well. You wish to fight, but know that the Force—"

Shut up!

[His speech is cut short by Tifa rushing in to throw a punch, but he blocks it with his sword, and it hits the armour of her glove. Maybe Naomi will find an opening!?]

[She doesn't want to play into this man's further delusions, but it would make his apprehending easier. However, that didn't change the fact she still didn't know what was being acted out. She didn't see 'Galaxy Wars' so it was all lost on her.]

[Turning and watching the guy break his fall, she rolls her eyes at the forced laugh that he's been practicing. So... was he playing the role of a villain or a hero? That might affect how they needed to go about restraining him. There might be an opening right now, but not one good enough for Naomi to try approaching.]

... Do you know the scene he's referring to?

[Tifa might not be wielding the sword, but that much would be able to distract him, or draw his attention to her instead and give Naomi the right opportunity.]

Yeah, I do, but he's doing it all wrong...!

[Tifa pushes back with her glove, sending him reeling backwards, but once again, he seems practiced enough not to fall.]

"No, YOU are!" [He points at Tifa, and then Naomi.] "Luke Hamill didn't use his hands to fight Marth Zader! He used his laser sword! I should be fighting the white-haired lady, not the likes of you!"

[Well, they actually got him talking...]

Why use real swords instead of toy light-up swords? More people would go along with it then. [Hell, he'd probably be able to find some people around his age just as enthused about the material.] Besides, I'm not doing this. I have to wake up early to perform surgery tomorrow.

We've all got places to be.

[While Tifa doesn't have surgery to perform in the morning, she sure as hell isn't happy about wasting her time on this guy, but... if anyone's going to take him down, it might as well be her? With the help of Naomi...? She isn't sure what this guy's problem is, but that won't be her problem when they're done.

He says nothing else, instead shooting for Naomi again, completely ignoring Tifa. He seems hellbent on getting a fight or a rise out of her at the very least, to play into this weird fantasy of his...]

Bed mainly...

[Naomi's sure that's where most people at this hour would like to go... oh right, that would probably be just her and her companion since everyone else is watching?]

[Well, it's time for this weird fantasy to end and perhaps in the most uncomfortable way. At least bothering to block this time and let him try pushing her, Naomi's snake familiar - which had been resting coiled around her neck - rouses with a hiss and flings herself onto the man. She then quickly slithers herself beneath his armor and clothes through the first gap it can find.]

Oh dear, she's agitated. I do hope she doesn't bite.

[The man must not like snakes, because he's twisting himself this way and that trying to free himself from the snake, which leaves Tifa an opening to get to him. She kicks at his hand first, knocking the sword out of his grip and boots it out of the way, far from his reach so he can't pick it up again. And then with a roundhouse kick to the back of his head, there's a mighty clang on his armour and he falls to the ground with a yelp.]

"GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

Not yet.

[Meanwhile, her own familiar flips up out of the ground and lands on top of the man, putting all of her dolphin weight and more on him so that he can't crawl away.]

[That... that's a dolphin. A dolphin can be a familiar? That's certainly a choice. However, she's the one that has a snake slithering back to her heel when the fanatic goes down. Kneeling down, she sets the sword down and lets the snake slide back up her sleeve to settle at her neck.]

Now then, has someone contacted the proper authorities to collect him?

[Naomi looks around at the crowd. Are they done trying to enjoy the show?]

[The dolphin chirps at Naomi, as if she was talking to her instead of the crowd, while the man beneath grunts out loud under her weight.

Tifa, meanwhile, wanders up, and presses a foot on his back as the crowd continues to look on, their jaws dropped and their eyes wide, but no one saying anything when Naomi addresses them.]

If no one else is going to do it, then I will.

[From her pocket, Tifa pulls out her phone and quickly makes the call, letting them know where they are before sliding it back. Neither her or her familiar are letting this man get up until they get here...]

Sorry you got caught up in all that.

[Well, since no one has bothered helping make the phone call, the doctor just sighs and waves a hand.]

Don't you have anything better to do? Be on your way.

[It would be easier to get the crowd to depart with some police personnel present, but they would be here eventually. Looking over at Tifa, she shakes her head.]

It's fine... it's not the worst I've been involved in.

Yeah?

[Honestly, neither for her, but it was definitely the strangest she's been involved in in a while.]

You've had run-ins with guys like this before? [She can't help the scoff of laughter that comes out.] Hope he's the only one who tried to force you into a scene.

He is. The other ones didn't get to talk for long...

[No more questions need to be ask in that regards.]

Well, we'll see if this one can get the help he needs. That's not indulging in his fantasy more this way.

[The guy grunts underneath the weight of the dolphin and Tifa's foot that she only grinds further into his back to get him to remain still.]

You think so? [Tifa sure hopes so.] I doubt locking him up'll do him any good.

[From the ground, he protests.]

"I don't need anyone's help! It's you two who need it!"

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Oh no, the intention isn't to lock him up... it's to get him mental health.

[But with everyone he's hurt, there would be consequences for that. However, that would be for the authorities to decide. Looking down at the man, she sighs, shaking her head as she turns away.]

I'm going to need extra shots in my coffee tomorrow...

You and me both.

[She's just going to ignore him and watch Naomi instead, and the dolphin laying on top of the man splashes some water in his face to get him to quit his whining and will continue to do so each time he so much as opens his mouth to breathe.]

So, you really haven't seen Galaxy Wars? It's actually pretty good. Even I was surprised by it.

I. Shear Determination

II. Cult Classic

III. The Fighting Badass

IV. Open Clinic

V. Wildcard

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