isleofavalon | January Open Log

🧙 WHO: Claire Redfield & YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Open Log for January
🕒 WHEN: January!
🗺️ WHERE: All over the island
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible violence, and Claire's usual warning for talk of zombies, viral outbreaks, and body horror.

A. White Cliffs

Claire had not missed the influx of new people, and she'd taken to helping where she could, namely by gathering up supplies and going to the beach, but that was only a single day's worth of work. She also spent a fair bit of time around the White Cliffs, mainly because it was an out of the way place she could work.

Magic was something new, and she was still working through ways to make it work without backfiring. Plus there was experimenting with combining it with things she was familiar with...like her gun. Which wasn't great for doing around people, so the isolated spot she's in feels right.

Anyone out by the Cliffs will probably hear the repeated barks of gunshots, as well as the bark of an actual canine. Following the sound will lead them to Claire, standing a safe distance from the edge and aiming a gun at a target sitting on a rock. Beside her, sitting within arms reach, is her familiar. The huge black dog's eyes turn to anyone approaching, and...his tongue lolls out in a doggy smile that prompts Claire to turn around.

"...Hey."

B. Bridge Trolls

Never let it be said that Claire wasn't ready to fight, and never let it be said that she wasn't fully prepared to retreat if things got rough. Especially if there was a trap she'd set up. The sharp bark of gunfire and the general sounds of combat are pretty easy to make out, but likely drowned out by heavy footfalls moving up a hill on the Western road to Camelot.

Sprinting full tilt over the hill ahead of the noise comes Claire, her familiar a dark blur at her side. She's breathing heavy, but other than that, unharmed.

"Shit!" she yells when she sees someone atop the hill. "Hey! Run! I've got a couple of trolls following me, and you do not wanna get caught by 'em."

C. Shadlin Showdown

The call to investigate had caught Claire's attention even after the harrowing troll battle, and she wasn't about to miss out on that. She had an explorer's heart, and so that meant ignoring the call was not an option. She and her familiar made the trek fairly quickly, but when they reached the intimidating wall of trees that was the Dusklight Woods, she found herself staring.

The massive forest gave off a dangerous feel, a place that probably shouldn't be intruded upon, and even her familiar seemed a bit intimidated by it. Frowning, hand on her gun, she forced herself to move forward into the shadow of the treeline, but no farther yet. Breathing in, she looked around and spotted another would be explorer.

"Creepy place, huh?"

D. Wildcard

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[Claire steps over and take the other end, giving it all a quick tie and a knot once Marnie is finished.]

I'm Claire, by the way. Didn't get your name.

[And she's tucking the ball into her belt pouch, ready to let it spool out behind them.]

[It doesn't come with a smile or anything, but she gives Claire a little nod in a belated sort of greeting.]

Marnie. ... And this is my partner, Morpeko. [Said with a wave down to the Pokemon at her feet as they follow along behind; Morpeko goes ahead and gives Claire a smile in lieu of Marnie's lack of one.]

'S good to meet you, though it probably would've been more ideal if we were doin' somethin' more, y'know...
Fun.

Marnie.

[Claire jerks her head to the little creature, smiling as warmly as ever.]

Your familiar's kinda small. What sort of magic did it give you?

Oh - no, Morpeko's not my familiar. It showed up here with me; it's been my partner for years.

[Marnie pauses for just a second, before lifting a hand to conjure a little cloud of darkness over her palm.]

... Though, I guess the magic I've got ain't too far from what it'd give me if it could. Dark magic.
But nah, my real familiar doesn't really like hangin' out in the open... it's around here somewhere, though.

Oh hey.

[Claire holds up her hand and creates a ball of shadows. They twist and curl into a plant-like shape before she crushes them out.]

Same here. Though, I just have the one partner. Scruffy here.

[The dog sneezes. As dogs often do.]

Scruffy...

[That's said as she looks down at Claire's familiar, her own hand closing around the little cloud above her palm to put it out.
The way she says that makes it sound like she's questioning whether that's the dog's name... or maybe its species.]

... What is he, exactly? D'you know?
Looks a lot like a few different things from back in my world, but obviously he wouldn't be any of those.

Yeah. He doesn't have a name yet, but I know what he is.

[She stoops and starts scratching around his ears. And the big dope just starts panting happily, looking up at Marnie with glowing red eyes.]

He's a Barghest. They're mythological animals from Britain. He can breathe fire, and he's fast and strong.

Ah - a bit like a Houndour, then? They're not too different from 'im - he's just lackin' horns and a pointed tail.

[Like some kind of demon dog! She's just gonna take a sec to join Claire in that, kneeling down so she can get a better look at the big fella.
And that's just followed up with the most confusing thing someone with a nearly Yorkshire accent could possibly ever say --]

I'm gonna guess "Britain" is a region back where you're from, yeah? Can't imagine what a place like that'd be like if it's got beasties like him.
'S it warm?

[More a Houndoom. Much, much bigger than a hellpup. An actual hellhound. A hellhound that's nuzzling his big dumb head right into Marnie's hand. He's a lover.

The accent is throwing Claire a bit though. Because well...]

Britain's kinda cold. But yeah, it's a country. [That said...]

Are you not from Earth? Your accent's...pretty British, actually. Spot on.

I'm gonna have to go with "no", then. Where I'm from, you really only hear people speakin' like this around Spikemuth, my hometown.

[Not even the whole of Galar - just one little city on the cliffs by the ocean.
~~And that's not even getting into how Team Yell has a completely different accent~~.

She scratches the big guy's neck a bit though, the corners of her mouth just barely lifting. Just a bit.]

'S actually rare enough that people started to mimic me around the other cities.
Bit novel, that is; you don't really expect to hear people try and match up with the way you talk just 'cause they think you're cool.

Yeah? I'm...not good enough with accents to know if it's regional or not.

[She could tell you the basics, but that's all.

The big dog playfully licks her wrist. Sorry Marnie.]

And I guess? I've never had that happen, but I'm not really anyone important. Just a student.

[Man, her city's full to the brim with these guys; she's probably used to getting licked affectionately at this point!
Which means she's just gonna bring up both hands to rub at his neck like the big goober he is.]

Ah, I wouldn't say I'm anyone important, either. I've just done a few things that got televised, that's all.

[Says the girl with a fan club so aggressive it ends up being the evil team you have to contend with in her games --]

I think it's more a case of it bein' rare and interestin' to the rest of them. People up in Wyndon have these real posh accents, so anythin' tougher probably sounds cool and exotic.
You, though... you sound a lot like someone from Unova would, yourself. Can't tell ya from where - geography's not my strong suit. But it's pretty interestin', huh?

That's cool though. Being on TV is eyes on you.

[Little does Claire realize that she'll eventually be a spokesperson for a major anti-bioterrorism non-profit. And speaking before Congress. She's never really wanted that. Just to live.]

I'm not sure what Unova is, but I'm American where I'm from. From the midwest. So if Unova has a bunch of farmland and cows, that may be it.

It is neat, though.

"Cows"?

[The word's said like it's foreign, staring up at Claire from where she's hunched to pet her familiar. It actually takes her a second of thinking to even be able to compare it to a Pokemon she knows, something she only manages thanks to some of their weird species categorizations...]

Oh - like a Miltank, I'm guessin'. Somethin' big that you get milk from?
So that means a lotta fields and countryside... I dunno much about Unova, but I think it's more big cities, bright lights an' all that.

[The Milk Cow Pokemon! She's got no clue where the word might've come from, but hey, it exists in her world.
Really, it's pure chance Claire used a word the Pokedex uses... if she'd said "cattle", Marnie wouldn't stand a chance at guessing what she means.]

Yeah. That's a cow.

[Miltank huh? That sounds...she's not sure. Like something out of a Japanese video game.]

And also yes, the Midwest is lots of fields and countryside. There are a few big cities though. Some of the biggest.

[She stops suddenly, head jerking up, hand straying to her gun.]

Did you hear that? Sounded like a branch snapping.

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