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3rd Feather - November Catchall [Open]

🧙 WHO: Crow and You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Flap Veg Quest and some TDM prompts
🕒 WHEN: Throughout November
🗺️ WHERE: Various locations
⚠️ WARNINGS: None at the moment
[Quest] Flap Veg

[ Crow saw both requests. One to protect the butterfly lettuce and the other to steal it. He considers both, but it doesn't seem wise to be the offensive when he has no idea how outmatched he'd be. It's better to be on the defense, but there are still disadvantages there too. Whatever, how hard can guarding lettuce be?

So Crow guards over the fluttering produce armed with his guitar, in case things do go awry. Though as miraculous as flying lettuce is, it's also quite boring to watch. So Crow may--may not be nodding off in the middle of his shift. This could be a good chance to steal some lettuce!]

A. The Floor is Lava!

This is insane!

[Maybe this is someone's idea of a sick joke, but Crow perceives it as the best obstacle course ever! He stands at the doorframe leading to what looks like a living room. The room looks fully furnished, despite the obvious fact that the floor is full of magma, but the furniture doesn't seem to be scorched. Still, he can feel the heat radiating from it, and it does seem to appear realistic with how it bubbles and swirls around like boiling stew.

Crow peeks around the room, trying to map out how he would get across. There are various things they can use as footings like the coffee table, sofa, and armchairs. There are a few bookcases along the walls that maybe they could knock over or even the curtains they could swing from.

He bounces on his heels, ready to take the first leap inside. Finally, he turns to his comrade, seeing how they felt about this.]

Should we stick together? Or go separate ways and meet on the other side?

B. Hungry No More

I. [Crow enjoyed watching those videos. So much that they encouraged him to help the cause, and also experiment with cloning the food. It's an issue he firmly stands behind because no one should have to wonder where their next meal is. So he starts to play around with a few recipes. Some didn't even work, but Crow keeps trying. He follows some videos to a T, but ultimately he decides to be a little heavy-handed towards the end. Unfortunately, this effort causes the food to multiply at a quite alarming rate. Crow stands there stunned at how fast his food is replicating, before long it flattens him against the wall. The rocker couldn't even move an inch from the sheer weight of the accumulating vegetable, why did he think it was a good idea to clone a pumpkin?! All he could do is yell out for help, hoping someone could hear him.]

Is anyone out there?! I'm being crushed! Crushed to death by pumpkins!!

II. [ Somehow he manages to escape death's cold grasp after the first mishap, but this time will be different. He gives the recipe another go, this time choosing a carrot to experiment on. Yet, Crow actually messes up the recipe again, but not only does it multiply, but the vegetable also starts sprouting arms and legs. Not long there's a small army of carrots menacingly stalking towards him.]

This is why I don't do science experiments!

[He tries to get rid of them, pulling out his guitar, so he can hack the produce into bits. The sharp edge of his guitar splits a few of them in half. Crow watches in horror as the monster carrots regenerate, before replicating into doubles.]

Shit!

[He doesn't even know how to fix this either. All Crow could do is seek help, but from whom? Maybe you're lucky enough to bump into Crow as he tries to outrun some mutated carrots.]

C. Magical Flu

[He's been feeling under the weather for a few days. The normally energetic hedgehog finds himself just wanting to sleep all day. His body feels weak and heavy. He also constantly feels cold. He hopes he's not getting...sick?! He should probably stay inside and reserve his energy, but he figures a walk might cure his lethargy. Big mistake!

He walks around Camelot, but he doesn't feel any better. Instead, his nose feels a bit itchy now. He covers his nose for the inevitable sneeze to follow.]

ACHOO!

[ Unbeknowst to Crow some of his dark magic leaks out and hits a person nearby. The innocent bystander's clothes flip backward, so all the fastenings are at the person's back instead of the front. Someone's going to have trouble getting out of their clothes. He sneezes again a horse gets hit by the stray magic, the stallion's legs start to wiggle about as if made of jelly. The redhead notices weird things are happening around him, but he's not aware that he's the cause. Since Crow's magic consists of jinxes and enchantments, he'll affect people with mild annoyances.]

Huh? What is up with everyone today?

[Someone stop him before he creates an even bigger mess!]

D. Paralysis, paralysis, paralysis again

[ Crow seems like a pretty confident person, but he actually has some insecurities as well. A wandering sleep demon picks up on it as the redhead sleeps, entering his body and creating a nightmare of his own inner demons. On the outside, Crow is tossing and turning, muttering to himself and clutching his blanket tightly around him.

Though within his dream, he sees his father. At least, a dark silhouette of the grumpy hedgehog. The shadowy figure starts to belittle him, just like he always did.]

So, you came crawling back? That precious dream of yours ended up being a failure, didn't it?

[ Crow could feel those words affecting him, making him feel small.] N-no, it didn't! ShinganCrimsonZ has played at many venues and we have a fanbase---!

But you haven't made it to the top of Midi City's music charts, yet?

N-no, but it's only a matter of time! Just a little bit more and I'll prove to you that I have what it takes!

You don't have what it takes. You're difficult to work with! You're self-centered! Bad attitude, too! You don't have the ambition to see it through! When are you going to learn to accept your place? You've come from generations of dairy farmers, that's all you'll ever be.

[Crow can feel each of those words anchoring him down. Normally, he would fight back. Argue that those words aren't true at all, but his voice gets lost in his throat. He can't deny it, maybe he's right?]

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Aiiiiiieeeee!

[Oh, he is going to be so embarrassed he made that noise later. But right now, it's the least of his concerns. He has so many concerns! How are they supposed to get anywhere when they're both hovering off the ground?! His one inflated (and disgusting) hand is up over his head, so buoyant he can't really use it as a hand right now . . . he's only got one free limb left to try and maneuver them with, but he'll have to make do. Kadoc reaches out to grab onto a nearby pole—it's supporting a banner waving outside the shop they've ended up floating around near—and uses that to haul them forward, which at least moves them some way down the street. Now he just has to get to another pole or something . . . if only he had a magic type that could propel them in some way!]

—Shit! You got any ideas? Can you move us at all without touching the ground? . . . Maybe I should send up distress signals. Ughhh . . .

[Who would he even send them to, though?]

[Well, Crow does have an idea. His familiar is a bird, so hopefully, he could use the gusts from his wings to propel them forward. Thankfully, Onyx isn't a scrawny bird and Crow should be able to increase his wingspan for this purpose.]

Onyx! Help us out!

[It almost seems as if Crow is shouting to himself, but suddenly the yatagarasu appears out of thin air. Crow points to the tri-pedaled crow's wings and uses his dark magic to enlarge his wings three times its size. Since the both of them are in sync, the hedgehog doesn't have to prompt the bird, Onyx just beats his wings sending a powerful gust towards them.

And maybe it's too powerful, since it thrusts them all the way down the street, making them unable to grab a hold of the next pole. Crow scolds his familiar for pushing them so hard!]

Onyx! Too much! Too much!

[Now here they go zooming down the street, not being able to stop or steer in any particular direction.]

Holy shit!

[On one hand (har har): that's brilliant! Kadoc hadn't even thought of calling for Kovalyov, and now more than ever he realizes that he needs to get in the habit of thinking of that as an option in a pinch. He wouldn't be able to do much at his usual Camelot size, but maybe this would be dire enough that it'd count to make him grow to full size?! Either way, he's got to respect that Crow came up with the idea.

. . . On the other hand, it ended up like this, didn't it. The buildings whoosh by as Kadoc flies down the street like a birthday balloon. By now the commotion is getting a crowd gathering around to see what's going on; there are quiet, but audible, gasps of A curse! Someone cursed those poor boys! It's probably better that people think that . . .

Kadoc waves his free hand back at the bird, gesturing wildly.]

—Can't it grab onto us and steer us at least?!

[ Onyx caws and flails about franticly as he sees the pair fly down the street! It's obvious that these two numbskulls are master and familiar indeed. Though, Kadoc brings up a good idea! Crow is too busy trying to hold onto Kadoc to think of such a sensible solution.

Though, the urgency kicks in when he sees they're about to collide with a building as the street curves.]

ONYX! Get your feathered butt over here!

[ After the mild freak out from Crow's familiar, the yatagarasu darts over to them. He latches onto Kadoc's free arm, guides them away from the inevitable crash. They seem to slow down with Onyx taking the wheel, using his wings to take control of their speed. This is where Crow takes a moment to look down and see those onlookers, they did cause a scene back there.]

Let's just find a safe place to land, and then maybe I can find a way to undo the spell!

[He's not sure how but he has to! Kadoc can't go around looking like this!]

Dammit . . . let's get outta here before that crowd starts following us. I don't need anyone seeing me like this.

[A stupid moment of pride, but he can't help himself right now. Maybe it'd even be smarter to let the crowd pull them down out of the air and uncurse him, but Kadoc just can't handle the thought. Looking those people in the eyes . . . !]

—Thanks, Onyx.

[But they're in a better position than they were in before, and that's something. From his line of sight on top of this weird little floating stack they have going on here, Kadoc can see around the shorter buildings at least, and he scans the horizon for a safe place they can attempt to touch down. Somewhere out of the way, but not too out of the way, because he doesn't want to end up too far away from any structures to grab onto if they started floating away again . . .

There's a convenience store not far away, set up like a gas station, except instead of refueling pumps for cars, there's a covered area for horses to grab some water and rest while their riders shop inside. Quaint! And good for the purpose, so Kadoc nods in that direction, urging them that way.]

Let's get over there. If we can get under that overhang, we can have a ceiling to keep us from floating off without having to get inside anywhere like this.

[They're about to scare the hell out of some horses.]

[Crow gets it! As someone with a big ~~fragile~~ ego, he doesn't want people to see him in an unsightly way either. There's something about an inflated hand that doesn't show competence. Sadly, this is all Crow's fault, but the onlookers don't know that!

When Kadoc points out a rest stop with a convenience store, Crow agrees that's a good place to land. Despite, their telepathic bond, Crow still speaks to the familiar out loud, telling it to head toward the pit stop. The black bird starts slowing down, easing them closer towards the ground as it makes its descent. Onyx flies under the overhead, making sure Kadoc's enlarged hand fits underneath. It doesn't seem it'll go anywhere as it floats up only to hit the ceiling above. At the sight of the enormous hand, some horses, do panic a little before just deciding to keep a watchful distance.

Crow jumps down to his ground, inspecting his handiwork. He still does have a clue on how to fix it, but if it's dark magic, it should be as simple as breaking a curse. Right? Right?!?!]

Um...I think I can try something! Not sure if it'll work, but...

[ It's worth a try? Crow shrugs since their options are limited. Unless Kadoc has a better idea--Oh wait, something just came to him!]

That's right! You have light magic! Aren't they complete opposites? If dark magic got you into this mess, then maybe you can counter it with your light magic? Let's see what happens!

I don't think it works like that. Light and dark are opposites, yeah, but Light Magic and Dark Magic aren't necessarily opposite fields. If you're using your magic to produce shadows, I can use my light to dispel them, but if you're using it to produce curses, I can't purify anything with just photons. . . . It's kinda stupid, but it's interesting. "Dark" is literal and metaphorical both, but "light" is only literal. It's not "holy" light, just a magical manipulation of quanta—

[Look, he's thought about this before extensively, because 1. Light is his magic type and he's wondered the same thing in the past, and 2. he's a nerd. A nerd who likes to think about magecraft and also quantum particles. After going on about his point for far too long, he cuts himself off with some embarrassment, passing his (normal) hand over his mouth.]

. . . Most of that you're not gonna give a shit about, I know. Sorry. Anyway, it's easy enough to give it a try, but I'm pretty confident in my analysis. . . . For once.

[He lifts his normal hand again and shines a beam of light out of it, aimed at his balloon hand. Like a spotlight, putting the focus on the curse. But it is just light, alas. If it's possible to use light magic to dispel dark magic curses, Kadoc doesn't know how.]

[Yeah, so a lot of that goes over Crow's head. Though, Kadoc uses simple language, so even a dummy like Crow can understand it. See! That's why Kadoc is the brains and Crow is the brawn!]

Oh, is that how it works? Then, Cyan's light-based powers must have been more purifying than the light magic here.

[He forgets sometimes the magic in his world works a lot different than the magic here! Damn it, would've made things easier! He watches as Kadoc gives it a go, and as the other said it was like shining a light. Though seeing that spot of light gives Crow another idea.]

Then if it's literal light you have...then if you concentrate it, it could be like a laser beam, right? I don't know what would happen if we pop your hand, but it could reverse the spell?

[Or Kadoc could lose his hand too?! 50-50 chance!]

Eugh . . .

[He grumbles and sags, not at Crow, but at the situation. For Crow's part, that's not actually a bad idea. Like, it's a terrible idea, but also not a bad one, in the way of some ideas and especially ideas involving magic. The laser thing just so happens to be a sore spot right now . . . ]

I did manage a laser once, but I haven't been able to do it again since that time. I've been working my ass off trying to replicate it! I can never get it to work. It's like I've gotta be . . . in that same situation again or something.

[Saying that makes him blush and grimace. "That same situation" was pretty questionable.]

. . . But I do have a knife. If the goal is just to pop it, I doubt it'll make a difference what method I use. And it might hurt like hell, but as long as we can find a healer, it's probably fine.

Huh?

[ When Kadoc mentions that one time he was able to use a laser and then keeps quiet about it, Crow can't help but be a very curious about it. What happened? ~~You can't just say stuff like that, and not go into detail,man!~~ Yet, Crow let's it go, since Kadoc obviously didn't want to talk about it.

Crow hadn't thought of using a blade, but he agrees with the mage, it'll work the same way. But it feels different, the idea of brandishing a knife and using it to stab Kadoc's inflated hand seems more dangerous than something as whimsical and cool as magic. Laser beams are no laughing matter, but there's something deadlier about a dagger.]

J-just be careful! A small prick, that's all! M-maybe, I should get some bandages or something?! D-do you have a healer on speed dial?! Is emergency 699 here?!

[Or maybe he's just a little uncomfortable with this dark turn of events! What if Kadoc ends up bleeding to death?! Sanrio didn't prepare him for shit like this!]

I'll—probably be fine!

[No, it is different; Crow's reaction makes that hit home. Kadoc is Kadoc, and he's not unwilling to do something like that to himself if it's the only way. But the way things are now, it still shouldn't be casual, should it? This doesn't need to escalate! He looks down at Crow . . . the guy seems pretty shaken.]

I guess we should get in contact with someone before I'm too hasty. Most of the healers I know are people working at the shelter with me . . . damn, I don't want them thinking the owner is an idiot.

[Because he'd sound like an idiot, right?! Please come over, I need to stab my hand!]

[ As much as Crow talks about the apocalypse, revolution and anarchy! At the end of the day, he still doesn't want to see his friend hurt. Maybe, it wouldn't have been so bad, but Crow's not sure he wants to take the chance.

Though Kadoc seems so ready to do it, and that's kind of concerning! Though, his little freak out does give the other mage some clarity.]

Then say it was me! I'm the idiot! Say something like my friend is gonna do something stupid, and someone come quick! They'll believe it!

[ I mean anyone who knows Crow knows he's capable of stupid, so it wouldn't be a surprise!]

This is my fault anyway, so I don't care if I lose face!

. . . I'm not gonna do that. But that's pretty kind of you to offer.

[Crow just doesn't even care . . . or no, he probably does, on some level. He must, right? Kadoc had seen his doppelganger and how that guy had reacted to his image being attacked. So it's more that Kadoc getting out of this safe in both body and reputation means more to him, and that means a lot to Kadoc.]

I know this blew up into a completely insane mess, but thanks. For . . . thinking of me.

[He looks away shyly. This is a touching moment to be having, when his hand is a balloon here and they're grabbing onto each other at a gas station so as not to float away into the unknown.]

[ This wouldn't be the first time he made himself into a spectacle so one of his friends can spare humiliation. It does matter to him, but he's willing to play the idiot under the right circumstances.

At least Kadoc acknowledges such a sacrifice, but at this point, Crow feels more indebted to the other. Since his offer in comparison to all stuff he put the mage through today doesn't even chip the iceberg. Not to mention, they are ~~still~~ dealing with the repercussions of his poor decisions.

He smiles, but it's not his usual cheerful one.]

It's not really a big deal! I just want your hand to go back to normal with the less bit of bloodshed!

[ No bloodshed would be more ideal, but he doesn't have any more ideas! The only way to deflate a balloon is to cause a tear or wait for the air to deplete. Clearly, Kadoc doesn't want to walk around like that for a week or longer.]

I also have blood magic, so if anything I can try to slow down your blood flow, too!

[Although he hates having to use his second discipline, he can make an exception for Kadoc.]

—You do?

[Whoa! Kadoc had never actually heard what Crow's secondary magic is, and that changes everything—okay, not everything. It doesn't change the nature of what has to happen here, but it's a good backup system for him not losing way more blood than he can handle. Sweet.]

. . . Cool.

[Also, he does think blood magic is pretty cool, deep down. Ahem. That's not the point, though.]

I mean, good to hear. That could actually help out a lot if we need to handle a lot of bleeding. But I'm hoping we're making a bigger deal of this than it really is. Medical professionals make controlled cuts all the time . . . it's just that magic isn't usually involved, so it's usually more predictable than this.

[But with that, he fumbles around to grab his pocket knife and flip it open, which is a huge pain one-handed. Thankfully not literally, though. He manages not to cut himself on the good hand.]

I guess just stand by and see if you need to use it, but hopefully you won't. . . . Ready?

[ Crow thought it was pretty cool too. It would totally go with his whole crimson motif, and being able to master his secondary magic had so much potential. Yet, this discipline is much more difficult to control than his dark magic.

However, slowing the blood flow to a cut is something Crow can do. He's done it a couple of times for himself during a fight or even during one of his accidents. So he's confident he can do it for Kadoc too. Maybe he is making a bigger deal out of it, but he's used to things being more over the top, and magic is the most exaggerated force he has ever known. But at the core, he doesn't want to see his friend hurt.]

Yeah...maybe I got a little carried away back there.

[ The rock singer bashfully scratches at his cheek. He then gives his okay, focusing on the ebb and flow of Kadoc's life force. He pays extra attention to where the light mage intends to make his cut.]

Ready!

[All right. This will be fine! They definitely overreacted! Or so Kadoc hopes. Mostly, he's worried about which of three things will happen: some awful kind of balloon pop, a slow release of air, or a lot more blood than he's expecting . . . he really, really hopes it's going to be the second one.

And it is. He makes the cut, with a small and neat slice rather than trying to stab it in or anything—it hurts enough to make him hiss out air through his teeth, but all told it's not that bad, mostly just really weird. It does feel like a combo of his skin and a balloon . . .

And, of course, it makes a super embarrassing noise, the same way any slow release of air like this does, and Kadoc groans and blushes and lets his head drop forward with a cringe. Dammit! It could have been so much worse, but that's still embarrassing and stupid!

As for the blood, of course there is some, but it's a pretty small amount. Very easy to control!]

Ugh . . .

[ Crow's heart is beating hard against his chest. He watches as the mage makes the incision, and from the small cut, he jerks expecting some explosion. However, there's only a hiss for Kadoc and slow beading from the slash.

And then....came the noise!

It's a slow, agonizing sound that lingers for a good few minutes since Kadoc's hand inflated to such a large size, so its deflation takes long. Crow tries to hold a straight face, but it becomes increasingly difficult towards the end. He just turns away from Kadoc and laughs into his hand. He feels bad because he's the cause, but...this is just too funny!

After the air depletes, it seems like Kadoc's hand is back to normal. Crow inspects the cut, and the bleeding already seems to stop. He pats the mage's shoulder sympathetically, knowing he's beyond embarrassed, but there's a bright side.]

At least, no one else was there to witness that!

[Is that supposed to be comforting?!]

But I'm glad everything turned out all right! I actually think I'm starting to feel a little better too!

[Uh oh.]

—If this is some thing where you're actually about to sneeze again now that you've said that? Let's go our separate ways before I end up in the crossfire!

[At least this is something to think about that isn't what just happened! He needs to get the hell out of here before this comedy routine spills over into Act 2! Kadoc rubs his hand . . . that really was not so bad, all things told, even though it was embarrassing. But what if it's worse next time?!]

Huh?! What? No, I actually think the flu is going away!

[Run, Kadoc, Run!]

Okay! I get it! I caused you enough trouble for today! I'll go back home and get some rest, okay?

[ Crow even offers Kadoc's coat back, and as a solution for being shirtless, he summons the shadows to drape a makeshift cloak over him. He even creates a little face mask, too! So he should be able to head back home without any incident.]

See? I'll be fine!

. . . Good. Thanks. Take care of yourself, okay? . . . If you need anything, just text me.

[He wants to run! And he does take a step away just in case any surprise sneezes happen, but he also can't just turn his back on Crow if Crow ends up stuck in bed and needing a soup or medicine delivery.]

[Crow notices that step the other mage takes away from him, but he understands why the other is wary.]

Yeah, yeah. You've done enough, but if I do, I'll let you know! Promise!

[ Crow waves goodbye and heads off with Onyx perching on his shoulder.]

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cw for the stupidest self-harm ever

Poor Kadoc

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