NOVEMBER CATCH-ALL

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🧙 WHO: Susie and you
⚔️️ WHAT: Exploring Camelot and causing trouble, zombie (?) hunting
🕒 WHEN: Throughout early/mid November
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: SUSIE SAID A SWEAR I'M TELLING

1. MISTAKEN IDENTITY
[Since arriving here Susie has been preoccupied exploring Camelot. It's no Cyber City, that's for sure-- more like Ralsei's castle town, but on a larger scale, and presumably with less of a meek little doormat prince for a ruler. Really, it's all just another adventure for her, so she's excited to see what this world has to offer compared to the others. It's not all fun, though; she heard something about a disaster that recently affected two neighbouring cities, leading to an influx in refugees... and that the culprit was a purple dragon.

She's looking at a poster pinned around town with a picture of the dragon, and information on where it was last sighted and the reward offered, when she hears a tiny scream behind her.]

It's-- It's-- a dragon!

[Susie turns around and bares her teeth at the pixie.] So what? Think I'm gonna tear down this city, Susiezilla style? That's not a bad idea!

[The fae squeaks in terror and flits away, yelling something about going to call the city guards. Susie tears the poster off the wall with an annoyed growl, screws it into a ball and flings it after them, although she just succeeds in accidentally hitting a random passerby instead. She's... not doing much to improve her terrible first impression here.]


2. ALMS FOR THE GORE
[What's not fun about zombie hunting? Some of the best movies and video games involve zombie hunting goodness. So Susie brings her axe, ready to bust some skulls and crunch some bones guilt-free. Her keen sense of smell means she notices the creature's foul stench long before she sees it, and she hefts her axe, eyes gleaming in anticipation for combat.]

Bring it, you shitty bag of bones! [What shuffles into view isn't a frightening zombie, though, but an unsettling yet decidedly less threatening creature, shambling along and holding a bowl. She stares in confusion, hesitating, before lowering her axe and addressing her quest partner.]

The hell's it doing? Kinda looks like... it wants something.


3. WILDCARD
[Neither of these prompts appeal? Come up with your own, or plot with me and we can do something else!]

Comments

[facebite]

[If this was only a short time ago, she would've retorted that she only has a bad side. But she's trying to be nicer! ... Trying, but that response from the fairy has made her grouchy not long after arriving here, so she just shoots him a sheepish glare.]

Maybe you just need to learn to dodge better, nerd.

[Because she's not going to admit her aim was off!!! He actually looks pretty cool now that she gets a better look at him, though.]

Wouldn't a guy like you be after that kind of bounty, anyway? What else is that big sword for?

[bloodandlife]

Hey, I'm extremely good at dodging, actually!...when I know there's something to dodge. Who walks around expecting paper projectiles being lobbed at them all the time? Though I guess, for all I know, your world is just teeming with crumpled posters flying every which way. In which case, I couldn't fault you for trying to recreate what you know.

[It's teasing, but mild teasing. Her reply reminds him of something Meg would say, except her glare wouldn't be sheepish at all. He's pretty sure he's never seen her look anything like sheepish in all the time he's known her.

He gives her a bit of a defiant look, then.]

Fighting my enemies, not chasing down someone who fled after they were already defeated. I've certainly gotten up to more than my share of violence, but killing mortals isn't something I enjoy.

[facebite]

I don't give a crap one way or the other, but people keep lumping me in with that damn dragon and it's pissing me off.

[Hence... throwing posters around. She's not about to apologise, but at least it's an explanation.]

What do you mean, "mortals", anyway? You're not one?

[bloodandlife]

What? Why? ...well, I suppose I can see the resemblance, sort of, but what does how you look have anything to do with whether you're that dragon's ally?

[He shrugs.]

Not at home, no. Here, I suppose I am. It's a little odd to have to try so hard to avoid death, really. I haven't died in months! Quite the change of pace. I won't say it's not a welcome one. But normally, I kill shades who are already dead and other gods. They'll all come back. Killing creatures or people who won't...that's different.

[facebite]

People are always gonna think whatever the hell they want, no matter what I say.

[As he continues, though, she crosses her arms and squints, like she's trying to figure out if he's serious or not. It's not like he's the first person she's spoken to here who claims to have died, so she simply asks in a flat voice:]

How many times have you died.

[bloodandlife]

That's quite the defeatist attitude you've got there, mate. Have you tried, you know, maybe saying it slightly less aggressively? Most things can be worked out eventually by communicating in good faith. Even if it does sometimes take ages...

[His reply to her question is as casual as anything else he's said so far:]

Oh, er...can't be fewer than 20 or 30 times by now, I think? If you want an exact number, you'd have to ask my buddy Hypnos. He's the one who keeps a tally of everyone who dies and how. He's here in Avalon, so if you're curious, I'm dead certain he'd be only too willing to tell you.

By the way, my name is Zagreus. What's yours?

[facebite]

[There's the longest of pauses, before she blinks and says:] You're messed up, dude.

[That's all she can really make of that. Who the hell dies so many times they lose count!! People here are weird, and that's saying something, given her experiences in the Dark Worlds.]

Susie. Anyway, I'm gonna move it. That fairy prolly called the damn guards or some crap. [She turns to go...... but she also didn't say he couldn't tag along, if he wanted to keep chatting.]

[bloodandlife]

It's not exactly my choice, you know. It isn't my fault that my father is so determined to keep me at home that he sends armies of shades after me every time I try to leave. Or that I usually can't survive on the surface for more than an hour or so.

[He does indeed just start following her as she walks away.]

If she did, I would hope they're not so rash and unreasonable as to try to detain you for literally nothing at all.

[facebite]

[As for the guards, she's not particularly worried, it'd just be a pain to deal with if anything happened. So she just gives an offhand shrug.]

One of my friends has a dad like yours. We kicked his ass. Want me to kick your dad's ass for you too?

[Although she pauses to consider, before adding--] Then again, you're here, so you can do whatever the hell you want now.