isleofavalon | January Open Log

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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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As Ken had gotten use to settling to this new environment, he figured he should find a place where he could train without any distractions. There was only so much he could do in the training grounds with people coming in and out of the area. Not to mention his familiar, Jack Frost, was the type to be distracted easily. How could Ken get better with his reflexes when his familiar felt the need to throw snowballs at random people?

He figured the cliffs would be the perfect spot as it would be quieter. However, it seemed that someone else had the same idea. When he heard gunshots nearby, his instincts immediately went into overdrive as he placed his spear in front of him. Fearing what this strange person would do, he was mentally preparing himself for battle as he walked closer toward the sound.

Although, that didn't seem to be the case as he saw a dog (...was it a dog?) approaching him. That caught him off guard as he wasn't sure what it wanted. But when heard a familiar voice?

"...Claire-san? What are you doing shooting with a gun?"

As it so happened, a familiar blonde was the one at the crest of the hill watching in horror at the woman she had met in the cellar during the thunderstorm.

"Claire! Are you hurt? Please allow me to heal you!" the words tumbled out before she even realized the close proximity of the trolls as her concern was more on her friend than her own safety; a common occurrence with the princess.

It seems like great minds think alike. This Avalon is very different from the one Corwin knew, or any of its shadows that he had been to. One of the first things he did after he got settled was to make his way around the island, learning the lay of the land. When he saw the cliffs, he knew he would return there to see if this gun he arrived with was actually any good.

When he hears the gunshot, he approaches with caution, making sure to stay within the line of sight of the shooter as much as possible so he or she (she, it turns out) won't think he's trying to sneak up on her. Once he's acknowledged, he raises a hand in greeting, his own familiar closing the distance between them before he does, cantering at a leisurely pace.

"Good morning." He gestures towards her firearm, asking, "What have you got there?"

Claire's trigger discipline is pretty excellent, so the second that she'd turned to face whoever was walking up she had already hit the safety and had the gun halfway to it's holster.

Seeing that it's Ken, she flashes a quick smile, waving with her free hand and walking closer.

"Target practice? I'm mostly getting used to the spell that one of the locals put on it to make it so I can shoot magic bullets."

She's American, Ken. Guns are normal.

"I'm fine!"

Claire skitters to a halt, reaching to grab Zelda's hand and starting to tug her away.

"Just...got some trolls chasing after me. I set a trap for them, and got them riled up, so I'm trying to lead 'em there."

A roar echoes just over the hill.

"Let's go!"

Claire's trigger discipline is pretty excellent, so the second that she'd turned to face whoever was walking up she had already hit the safety and had the gun halfway to it's holster. It slots in with a firm, leathery creak and she cocks her head at the unicorn. Her own dog, a Barghest in actuality, rises up and trots closer, snuffling.

"An SLS 60," she answers automatically, the gun-person in her coming out. "Just a standard 9 millimeter sidearm," she adds after thinking better of letting that sit.

"What brings you out here?"

"...I've seen worse," Kaiba shrugged his shoulder. He was armed with nothing but his fledgling abilities and a large stick he'd managed to craft into a metal bat, but this was fine. Everything was fine.

"It's just an investigation, right?"

Like Hamilton and Burr, they just keep meeting. In typically weird situations, it seems.

Claire gives him a look, in particular the bat, but nods in answer to his question.

"It is. I can't imagine we'll find too much on the outskirts of the forest. But they keep warning about monsters, and those can't all be rumors."

Despite her words, it still made him look worried. He couldn't help it, it was from his own experience with using it that made him so anxious at seeing a real one right before him.

As he lowered his spear, he gave a small sigh of relief. At least he was glad to see she was safe and no one was hurt. "I see, then has it worked so far?" He said before looking at said gun. "Or better yet, what kind of magic can it do?"

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"It's worked, yeah."

Clipping the leather thong over the grip to keep the gun in place, Claire drops to a knee to start scratching her familiar's head. He'd done good, warning her when someone was coming.

"I bought that spell to use my magic instead of normal bullets, so I guess it uses dark magic like I do? It's nice to not worry about ammunition."

"You're lucky, I still have to do a bunch of quests before I could do something similar with my spear." He said before pointing to it. While he could still do them, the problem came from still juggling everything all at once. With a sigh, he shook his head.

"Anyway, what kind of dark magic can it do? If you don't mind, I would love to see it!" Not to mention it seemed like it would be awesome to see magical shooting bullets!

Seeing her so smoothly holster her weapon, Corwin is impressed. Whoever this woman is, she knows what she's doing.

"Same thing as you," comes his response, as he turns his body to show the Steyr AUG assault rifle slung carefully over his shoulder. It's an outdated looking model, depending on what time Claire might be from, late seventies or thereabouts.

"I think I saw you," he says, now that he's close enough to get a better look at her face. "On the beach, handing out supplies?" He'd been a little too preoccupied to engage with anyone just then, but in hindsight, the gesture is appreciated.

It is a bit dated, but not that far out. She's from 1998, so not that far ahead in terms of upgrades.

Brushing stray hairs from her face, she nods in reply to his query, free hand settling on her familiar's head and scratching at it.

"Yep. That was me." She sticks out a hand in greeting. "Claire Redfield. Sorry if I missed you down there, I ended up running into a kid from my world and needed to get her medical attention."

"Corwin of Amber," he says, shaking her hand with a firm, precise grip.

"No need to apologize. I'm a big boy, I can get myself sorted out. If there was a kid who needed your help, by all means you give it to her."

It's not that Corwin is really all that fond of children, exactly. It's just that he knows he will be fine on his own, when he's not so sure a child would be.

"I mean mostly just shoot things. I've been working on ways to imbue the bullets with my magic. So they do extra stuff like in video games, but I haven't had a ton of luck with the magic bullets."

The physical ones, with a lot of effort? Yes.

"A pleasure, Corwin."

Her return grip is strong and firm, though her hand is...basically tiny.

"She's all good now. Sherry just had a rough day, but she's coping with Avalon well enough."

She's still ready go to war with King Arthur his damn self to protect the kid if need be, but she seems to be doing just fine.

"How are you settling in?"

"Still think you can show me what it can do?" He said before crossing his arms. He was curious to see what kind of magical gun power it has! "I don't think I ever seen someone who could shoot magical bullets before."

"Yeah, I can. That's no problem."

Claire turns away, pulling out the gun and stepping into a shooter's stance.

"It's nothing fancy. Just...so you know. But, here goes."

The gun barks twice, and a pair of purple flashes fill the air. The can seems seized by the same light, crackling with dark flames before it goes tumbling away. The flames seem to consume it, pulling it in on itself.

"It was a curse to make it shrink. Only, it's weird with something that small."

Even if it wasn't anything special, Ken was impressed at what he saw. While he might have seen various Persona do amazing things, just seeing a bullet hit a can with flames afterwards was cool enough!

He should say something but as he looked back at Claire, he cleared his throat a little. Yes, he was excited but he couldn't allow himself to get too carried away.

"Even so, that's still amazing! I can still barely do anything with the magic I have. I'm kind of a little jealous."

He's shaken daintier hands than hers, so the size difference bothers him little.

"Well enough. Let's just say this isn't my first Avalon. Though... This one is quite a change from the others."

"So we're heading in. No way around it if we need the intel."

Kaiba braces himself for the worst, eyes and ears alert. He's not consciously picking up anything off, but...he can feel it, a sense of foreboding.

"Any signs on your end?"

"Been practicing it every day?"

She has to ask. But then she's been eating her magical wheaties, she guesses. And working out with it like it's a muscle that needs to be built up.

"Yeah? What's changed? If...you can talk about it."

She doesn't know how magical dimension hopping works. She's grasping at straws learned in sci-fi movies.

"Don't exactly have super-senses."

Claire looks down at her familiar, the big hound trotting ahead with his nose to the ground, snuffling like crazy. Claire pulls a face when it looks back at her, whining and sharing its thoughts.

"...But he says a bear was nearby a while ago. Apparently bear shit smell lingers."

She's classy, Kaiba.

"More or less but it's a little different when you're use to a different kind of magic back home."

He said before leaning a little against his spear. "Let's just say I'm more used to light or healing magic so being placed in a supportive role is something I'm not use to."

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