November Catch All

[tempredmental]

🧙 WHO: Keith, Open
⚔️️ WHAT: November stuff
🕒 WHEN: Throughout November (haha)
🗺️ WHERE: Around and about, depending on what prompt it is.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Each prompt will be a thread, so I'll note warnings on the threads

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Lettuce Guarding

Magical Flu

Fear Gorta

Paralysis Cure

Sleep Demons

Floor Is Lava

DoppleDinner

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Lettuce Guarding

[tempredmental]

[Looking to get his mind off the second disappearance of his pseudo-brother, along with the disappearance of a good friend, Keith had taken some loooong shifts guarding flying lettuce from poachers. Guarding... flying... lettuce... Would his life ever be normal? Keith was pretty sure not.

Either way, he's grumpy, overworked, and armed with sharp pointy things. Dare you try to steal some lettuce?]

[pricklybloom]

[ Amy definitely isn't planning on stealing any lettuce, especially since she's also there to help protect them from poachers. And despite being a small, very pink hedgehog who wasn't even three feet tall, she somehow managed to look intimidating as she kept an eye out for poachers with her giant hammer slung over her shoulder. ]

[tempredmental]

[Keith had seen a lot in his travels through space, but a tiny pink hedgehog carrying a giant hammer was definitely not on that list. Sorry, he was just going to stare for a second.

No... she wasn't 'tiny'... She was 'tiny' compared to him at around six feet tall, but she was kind of massive as far as comparing her to other hedgehogs that he would be more familiar with. Nope... she wasn't tiny.]

Are you... guarding, too?

[pricklybloom]

[ At this point, Amy is at least a little more used to receiving some stares, knowing that not everyone is accustomed to a walking, talking hedgehog. So she answers with a smile to show that she's at least friendly. ]

Yup! I thought I might as well help out. [ Swinging her hammer to rest it on the ground, she leans against it as she holds her hand out. ] I'm Amy Rose. You can just call me Amy, though.

[tempredmental]

[Right. Keith nodded, remembering his manners, then, and shook the offered hand in greeting.]

Yeah. Makes sense. I'm Keith. [See? He could do it! He just needed to think about it a little more than most people. Social niceties didn't come naturally to him.] Nice to meet you, Amy.

Magical Flu

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[For someone who rarely gets sick, getting a magical flu when he was already having a rough time was like a kick in the face. Keith was still slowly getting used to the idea that his Galra endurance and durability were a non-factor here, and overworking himself was still sometimes a problem. This made him a prime candidate for getting sick as he was already exhausted and worn down from working too hard.

Being an elemental mage and an animal mage, this made for some pretty hilarious results when he sneezed or coughed. Random full or partial transformations in various types of animals, sudden gusts of wind or bouts of rain, spontaneous combustion of nearby objects, instantly freezing items, unexpected rock slides, lightning strikes... nothing was off limits to how he was being affected by this.]

Fear Gorta

[tempredmental]

[Keith kind of understood this to be something of another zombie killing quest, and might have the wrong idea on how to handle this. If someone could help him out and prevent any bad luck, it would be greatly appreciated! That said, Keith was feeling pretty snarly about life in general, so he might be a little reluctant to listen. It would take a decent amount of convincing to get him to see that he was wrong.]

[tantailizing]

[There's someone fortunately pretty patient hanging around one of the Fear Gorta that Keith might spot, placing food in its waiting bowl and nodding.]

Managed to get this whipped up. It's not much, but you don't wanna eat too much right now either.

[tempredmental]

[Keith watched Zidane for a moment, curious. The lack of fighting had him holding back for a moment.]

What are you doing?

[tantailizing]

[Looking over at Keith, he raises an eyebrow.]

Sharing food? Why?

[If he's missing something, better explain. Meanwhile, the Fear Gorta seems to look into its bowl.]

[tempredmental]

But... it's a zombie?

[Maybe? Keith was definitely confused.]

Paralysis Cure

[tempredmental]

[Traveling through the Forest of the Felled could be pretty rough on its own anyway, but finding a specific flower was always something that made things harder. Keith mainly was going along to make sure anyone in the party was protected, as he was used to doing that kind of thing, but disarming traps was new.

Very new.

In fact, Keith was more likely to actually end up caught by one than disarming it. He was going to need some help...]

Sleep Demons

[tempredmental]

[Already in a dark mood because of loss, Keith was a pretty easy target for the sleep demons. The demons were after those feelings of friendship and comradery that were making him feel the losses so sharply, and leaving him with the nightmares of losing everyone all over again. It was easy for Keith to fall into the nightmare of abandonment and being left alone because of his history.

CW: Nightmares characters might see - parental death, abandonment, bullying, failure, battle deaths and injuries, mind control, clones, relationship break ups, hallucinations, violence.]

shows up 10000 years late with... some kind of sleepytime tea I guess

[patchricide]

[Isn't it very lucky, then, that one of his close friends and comrades happens to be exactly the right sort of mage to fight back these demons?]

[Because not a tick passed between Keith's situation coming to light and Allura springing into action to save him. At first, she tried to use siphoning to steal away the demon's power, but found that she couldn't keep her hand on it without the tingling numbness of its paralysis magic spreading up her arm. So, once she had shaken that off, it was onto plan B: Taking a dreamwalk into Keith's mind.]

[She treads carefully, as if she were not entering the mind palace of a trusted ally but the actual fortress of her worst enemy. After all, who knows what terrible things his own nightmares could be conjuring up?]

[But she does call out quietly...]

Keith? Are you there? It's time we left this place.

it's all good... I posted this late, after all LOL

[tempredmental]

[There was no immediate answer, but Allura would recognize the strange magenta lighting of a Galra installation. Lining the corridor she was walking down were tubes, all about person-sized. They were stacked two high on each side. Ahead of her, she could hear the sounds of a fight... two people in melee combat...]

[patchricide]

[She couldn't forget this color if she tried. It's as deeply associated with the Galra as the cyan of glowing quintessence crystals had been with the Alteans. And though she can understand why it might appear in Keith's subconscious, it still puts her on edge.]

[As soon as she hears the clatter of combat, she makes haste towards the source. There's no better place to look for Keith than in the middle of a battle, is there?]

[But fights in this world can unfold in strange ways, and cursed magic can't always be defeated in such a straightforward manner. So, as she gets close, she takes cover so she can observe what's happening here, and consider how to get involved.]

[tempredmental]

[It was Keith fighting alright. The Red Paladin armor would be unmistakable. But the person he was fighting... was... in the Black Paladin armor... with no helmet. It was Shiro. And, if Allura looked up at the tube she was now hiding next to, she'd see someone inside... someone very familiar, except there was no scar across the bridge of his nose, or white forelock of hair, or robot arm...]

Floor Is Lava

[tempredmental]

You've gotta be kidding me.

[Keith stared at the now lava floor from where he was sitting on a kitchen counter. He had no idea how this happened, just that it had, and it was making a bad month worse.

He narrowed his eyes and let out a tiny growl of frustration.]

Is it even hot? Like... it's not burning the furniture...

DoppleDinner

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[Keith stared for a second.]

How did you end up with a swarm of killer tomatoes?

[He was ready to fight them off, for sure, but the fact that he was going to be taking down some really angry tomatoes that wanted to eat the people trying to eat them felt like something about of a B-level horror movie here.]

[milkmycattle]

Look, it wasn't on purpose!

[ Those damn videos made it seem so simple. Though Crow should've known better to think he could pull off a recipe. He's not even a wiz in the kitchen, but he'll gladly sit at the table.

He stares at the army of tomatoes, sprouting arms, and legs. He gulps loudly as those menacing yellow eyes focus on him and this other guy. Bloodthirsty, drooling mouth open seeking out their flesh!]

A-anyway, let's just get rid of them! It should be easy, right? They're just vegetables!

[At least, Crow believes it'll be easy until a group of the killer tomatoes launches themselves toward the singer. He lets out a little scream as he hits the ground. He struggles to knock the abominations off of him.]

Get them off! Get them off! Get them off!

[tempredmental]

[Keith's eyes widened for a moment, watching the tomatoes dogpile the other guy. The scream reminded him of Lance for a moment, and he just mentally sighed.]

Oh, geeze...

[Thankfully, even magically enhanced tomatoes with arms, legs, and teeth were weak to sharp blades. He sliced through the ones that got between them, and then started going after the ones on top of Crow.

Unfortunately, there were still tomato guts to deal with. Have fun being covered in tomato juice and seeds...]

[milkmycattle]

[Crow is too much in a panic to even think straight. At least, Keith is level-headed enough to use his brain and find out the mutant tomatoes are vulnerable to knives. So when the other starts slicing away at them, Crow's initial panic dies down as he throws the rest off of him.

He gets to his feet, dripping in tomato juice and seeds all over him. Definitely going to have to get his clothes dry cleaned, but at least he doesn't have to worry about stains since he always wears red or black.]

Wow, it's that easy to kill them? Thanks, man!

[ He spots a stray tomato running up to attack Keith, but Crow manages to squash with the heel of his shoe.]

That's the last time I try to clone anything!

[rustyhonesty]

[Jean is dodging killer tomatoes because he doesn't want to get eaten by a tomatoe, thank you very much. What's up with the vegetables this month.]

I was trying to help out, but the spell got out of hand. Ugh-

[Did you know punching a tomato feels gross? It does.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith was finding that out, but he also found that slicing them with a blade was easier... if still just as messy.]

You think? Maybe just a little out of hand. [His snarky sarcasm snapped itself free from the restraints he'd only recently learned to keep it in, doing that ugly head showing thing like it normally did when he was stressed.] Any ideas on how to get them to stop cloning?!

[rustyhonesty]

[You know what, he deserves that so he'll let it pass and won't snap back even if he kind of wants to.]

Maybe killing the original would help? I don't know.