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isleofavalon2021-10-01 09:28 pm
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[Open] Send Shivers Down Your Spine
🧙 WHO: Zidane Tribal and You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all for October feat. Fighting, Quests, and Stealing... not in that order
🕒 WHEN: Throughout October until the next Event
🗺️ WHERE: New Camelot, Ruins of Celliwig, Forest of the Fallen
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence in fighting, and blood might pop up. Other than that, not going into gory details I don't think.
I. Don't Lose Your
He knew some people came back to the Ruins that were once Celliwig, and he did too. While mainly to check up on them, make sure they had their own food or supplies if they intended on staying, he would then stay around to help recover bodies or build grave markers before heading back to New Camelot.
However, subsequent visits were... tense to put it mildly.
It's not the first time people had been scattered by the sound of hooves pounding against the dirt, the disembodied laughing, and blocking the Headless Horseman's swing as he attempted to behead one of the many visitors to Celliwig. Zidane's daggers hold and he managed to redirect the swing - at which, the horse reared and carried its rider away, but they'll be circling around. He never left after one clash.
Zidane took that moment to look back.
"Go! Hide!"
From fixing fences to building up bunk beds, he's becoming a pretty efficient at building things. It was always just whatever set they needed before and then those small repairs around the hideout, but hey, he didn't mind this. It's a repetitive task maybe, but it's keeping him busy and they were going to be used. Really, he was happy to be able to help out.
"Alright..." He wiped he forehead with a wide grin. "This one's all ready! Let's get to the next one!"
It made sense why the landlord had been tight-lipped about whatever occurred at his house now. Originally, Zidane had dealt with the gang that came to his new home saying he had to pay some 'protection fee'. Well, he said that hadn't been in the contract, had a fight break out, and left them in the dumpster where they belonged. After what happened in Celliwig and Lestari, he'd let refugees move into his home, completely forgetting about the gang before.
Imagine his surprise to see those two-bit wannabe thugs bothering the family he was housing - and then hearing how they did that to the whole neighborhood.
He's not exactly sure about this new gang forming, but at least they wanted to help the refugees. And hell, if it meant killing two birds with one stone - IE, dealing with that cheapass aristocrat that set up this gang for a little illegal tinder on the side, fine with him. Donning a new black cloak and mask, Zidane was gonna see this aristocrat and all his friends deciding to withhold aid were gonna pay their own dues.
[OOC: Open also to people who might be deciding to hustle refugees for protection fees because Zidane's not having that. And people who are Robin Hoods or trying to stop said Robin Hood types, let's go!]
The once Forest of the Felled was pretty much just as they'd left it after the encounter with the Stone Giant: too quiet save for the small fauna and wind. And seeing the Giant sit in slumber again just reminded him how they failed, but he digressed. They weren't here about that; they were here about removing wards that were now rendered pretty much useless.
All was going pretty well until the sun started to go down... and then things began to change. He felt the fur on his tail and hair on his neck rise, and eventually had to stop with his group.
Wait, group? But there'd been so many people moment's ago. How'd they get separated?
But he brought a hand to his dagger and prepared himself, the rotted stench of decay and death reaching his nose faster than whatever had started talking minutes before.
... The hell was that thing approaching them!?
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⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all for October feat. Fighting, Quests, and Stealing... not in that order
🕒 WHEN: Throughout October until the next Event
🗺️ WHERE: New Camelot, Ruins of Celliwig, Forest of the Fallen
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence in fighting, and blood might pop up. Other than that, not going into gory details I don't think.
I. Don't Lose Your Way Head
He knew some people came back to the Ruins that were once Celliwig, and he did too. While mainly to check up on them, make sure they had their own food or supplies if they intended on staying, he would then stay around to help recover bodies or build grave markers before heading back to New Camelot.
However, subsequent visits were... tense to put it mildly.
It's not the first time people had been scattered by the sound of hooves pounding against the dirt, the disembodied laughing, and blocking the Headless Horseman's swing as he attempted to behead one of the many visitors to Celliwig. Zidane's daggers hold and he managed to redirect the swing - at which, the horse reared and carried its rider away, but they'll be circling around. He never left after one clash.
Zidane took that moment to look back.
"Go! Hide!"
II. Bunker Down
From fixing fences to building up bunk beds, he's becoming a pretty efficient at building things. It was always just whatever set they needed before and then those small repairs around the hideout, but hey, he didn't mind this. It's a repetitive task maybe, but it's keeping him busy and they were going to be used. Really, he was happy to be able to help out.
"Alright..." He wiped he forehead with a wide grin. "This one's all ready! Let's get to the next one!"
III. A Quest from Locksley (mingled with Suns Out, Guns Out)
It made sense why the landlord had been tight-lipped about whatever occurred at his house now. Originally, Zidane had dealt with the gang that came to his new home saying he had to pay some 'protection fee'. Well, he said that hadn't been in the contract, had a fight break out, and left them in the dumpster where they belonged. After what happened in Celliwig and Lestari, he'd let refugees move into his home, completely forgetting about the gang before.
Imagine his surprise to see those two-bit wannabe thugs bothering the family he was housing - and then hearing how they did that to the whole neighborhood.
He's not exactly sure about this new gang forming, but at least they wanted to help the refugees. And hell, if it meant killing two birds with one stone - IE, dealing with that cheapass aristocrat that set up this gang for a little illegal tinder on the side, fine with him. Donning a new black cloak and mask, Zidane was gonna see this aristocrat and all his friends deciding to withhold aid were gonna pay their own dues.
[OOC: Open also to people who might be deciding to hustle refugees for protection fees because Zidane's not having that. And people who are Robin Hoods or trying to stop said Robin Hood types, let's go!]
IV. Forest of the Fachan
The once Forest of the Felled was pretty much just as they'd left it after the encounter with the Stone Giant: too quiet save for the small fauna and wind. And seeing the Giant sit in slumber again just reminded him how they failed, but he digressed. They weren't here about that; they were here about removing wards that were now rendered pretty much useless.
All was going pretty well until the sun started to go down... and then things began to change. He felt the fur on his tail and hair on his neck rise, and eventually had to stop with his group.
Wait, group? But there'd been so many people moment's ago. How'd they get separated?
But he brought a hand to his dagger and prepared himself, the rotted stench of decay and death reaching his nose faster than whatever had started talking minutes before.
... The hell was that thing approaching them!?
V. Wildcard
[OOC: Interested in an unlisted prompt or we planned something else entirely? Then wildcard is for you! And if you would like to plot something else, come message me at
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[It's a struggle with this gauntlet alright - the rider wants to kill Izuku, but Zidane want it obviously not to - and he's not sure how it could activate the blade to break apart, but he doesn't like how its rattling either. Like if he lets go, it just might. He doesn't like how the shadows are swirling inside this chest plate either; like it was threatening to reform while he's here, but who would really take the brunt of that damage?]
[Straining his arm, if anything happens, it has to be worth it.]
[And letting the arm swing let's him take over the sword itself, using his magic to force the vertebrae to scatter and let each piece hail back on the armor itself. Two manage to lobe off the arm holding Izuku, and the smoke holding him disappears as it and the boy drop to the ground with a clatter. What follows would be the whole body teetering as the feet are cut first, kneecaps second, and fauld. The second arm - which could probably recall the sword - is soon severed from the rest as well. The armor crumbles as everything comes undone under the bones, the chestplate with its backing still intact landing down on the hole Izuku made earlier, and doesn't move.]
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But then- Is that Zidane's magic? Izuku is swiftly sliced down from the tendrils and he falls with a gasp and painful thump onto the ground. But he quickly pulls to his knees and feet.]
Zidane-san!?
[His voice rasps but he holds himself firm. He refuses to wobble or show weakness in the face of this dark thing- whatever the heck it really is... His hand grabs for his fallen sword. But this time alchemy really does spark green and changes it into what appears to be-- a hand canon?!]
WATCH OUT!!
[He's going to shoot a cannonball at the bloody hole!]
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[The chestplate shakes and Zidane pushes it off him, climbing out of the hole Izuku had earlier made and dusting his arms and vest off. Standing up, he looks over at Izuku, looks back at the chestplate, and moves aside.]
Okay, now you can do that.
[Meanwhile, it looks like the Headless Horseman's sword is scattered about. Geez, he'll go collect those pieces.]
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... He's pretty dramatic about it.]
Raaahaahhh!!
[Boom!! Smoke and fire go everywhere! There shouldn't be too much left of this spirit.]
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[Looking around, Zidane sighs.]
Well, he'll be back...
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... At least it's gone for now...
[A permanent solution would have been safer but... At least this should buy some time for them to get the rest of the volunteers out of the area.]
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[Zidane could figure what might be the permanent solution, but for now, he shook his head.]
Let's get the volunteers and take a breather.
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[He frowns as he raises his arm to brush some dirt and blood from his forehead.]
... Right- Let's focus on that first.
[Then the rest of the problem with the fae...]
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[Because look at that mess and neither of them are a healer.]
[Nodding, Zidane turns and heads off to the caverns.]
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[Does he look that bad? Yes. He looks like crap. Blood, sweat and dirt smeared all over the place. Gross.]
I'm fine- Zidane-san... Let's keep working.
[He's used to pushing himself like this.]
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[He grabs Izuku's arm and starts dragging him elsewhere.]
You shouldn't go back to people you saved looking like your got the shit kicked out of you. If you don't want people to worry, you tidy up.
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[He blinks. Still not realizing that he looks like crap?]
But we shouldn't waste any time right now, Zidane-san?
[Well maybe he has a tissue or something to wipe off some of the muck. But really, Izuku doesn't clue in very much when it comes to his own appearance. Saving people and taking action usually takes priority.]
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[He sounds so certain of the fact... but then again, the way might be a little unorthodox for Izuku. Oh well, they'd see in a bit.]
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[It is a little out of the ordinary for Izuku. Can't stop a mission just for a tidy-up.]
Where would I get cleaned up?
[He's got a single tissue in his pocket.]
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Where else? We're already here.
[Though, sorry Izuku, because he's gonna hoist you up... and chuck you into the river.]
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[WAIT]
WAIT- ZIDANE-SAAA--?!?!?
[.... AAAA]
AAAHHH?!?!
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yeetIzuku goes flying!!... Sploosh!!]
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It's a bit on the cold side, but you can always clean up in a river.
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Agh-! Gah!
[Cough Cough. But hey... there is a significantly less amount of blood and gunk on him now. Great!]
C-Cold...!!!
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Cold, but already looking better!
[Positives!]
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Ahh... I hope I don't catch a cold...!!
[He huffs as he stands up and tries to wring what he can out before trudging back to the riverbank.]
You didn't have to toss me, Zidane-san...
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[Zidane's beaming when Izuku comes back to shore.]
Would you've gone in if I hadn't?