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[Open] Calling Doctor, Doctor
🧙 WHO: Naomi Kimishima and You
⚔️️ WHAT: Happy New Year, New Catch-all
🕒 WHEN: Throughout January until Event
🗺️ WHERE: New Camelot, Hospital, Wherever the Quests take her
⚠️ WARNINGS: One quest is Gravestone-Faced so mentions of death and other such may come up
It was not her intention to come along and try catching the fish herself, but considering the apparent necessities that went into needing to catch these fish in particular, Naomi decided that perhaps once she would step out of her office and offer her services to anyone who intended on doing so. No, she didn't have elemental magic, but this was why learning some survival skills were imperative such as making a fire, and proper treatments for hypothermia.
Also, how to proceed to moving over ice if uncertain of its stability, but details.
For now, the fire had been made, started, and fueled; all that was left was the fishing.
"Are you ready?"
She hadn't expected this application of her magic, but it saved them time, truly. Knowing which bodies were alive and the others that had already been forced to move on allowed them to note where to come back to while in pursuit of their target. Also, a pleasant reminder of what would happen should they potentially fail. They could stop and rearrange those fallen to remind themselves which was which later, but Naomi was prepared to head on.
"What do you want to do?"
Because she's ready to move on and get this matter dealt with.
Now was the only chance to hesitate; but otherwise, it was time to press on.
How or why, she didn't question it for too long because, honestly, the better question was 'where did it come from'. At this point, most things could likely be chalked up to magic, but something created the egg, gave it feet, and then insisted on it locating a surrogate. Or would it be foster in this case?
Either or, Naomi would be found at the shops with a black egg, the color broken by the soft, almost ethereal swirls of red, purple, and blue that could be seen shimmering upon it in the right lighting. It seemed to be a calmer egg, or maybe it helped that she was an adult that had experience with younger children and toddlers. She did get a swaddle carry for them arranged to make it easier, and was in the middle of questioning the natives to Avalon about the eggs in general.
After a while without much success, she could be found taking a break at a small café, a steaming cup of coffee for herself... and the egg rolling around in a mixing bowl filled with warm milk.
"Come in..."
As usual, Dr. Kimishima was available should people need to visit. All that had really changed about her workspace was a small playpen being arranged in the corner, sometimes occupied by a black egg with swirls of purple, red, and blue shimmering throughout. And if it wasn't there, it was settled in her lap and content with not moving.
Either way, there was an egg. Try not to deviate from the reason for visiting... unless eggs were involved.
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⚔️️ WHAT: Happy New Year, New Catch-all
🕒 WHEN: Throughout January until Event
🗺️ WHERE: New Camelot, Hospital, Wherever the Quests take her
⚠️ WARNINGS: One quest is Gravestone-Faced so mentions of death and other such may come up
I. Ice Fishing
It was not her intention to come along and try catching the fish herself, but considering the apparent necessities that went into needing to catch these fish in particular, Naomi decided that perhaps once she would step out of her office and offer her services to anyone who intended on doing so. No, she didn't have elemental magic, but this was why learning some survival skills were imperative such as making a fire, and proper treatments for hypothermia.
Also, how to proceed to moving over ice if uncertain of its stability, but details.
For now, the fire had been made, started, and fueled; all that was left was the fishing.
"Are you ready?"
II. Gravestone-Faced
She hadn't expected this application of her magic, but it saved them time, truly. Knowing which bodies were alive and the others that had already been forced to move on allowed them to note where to come back to while in pursuit of their target. Also, a pleasant reminder of what would happen should they potentially fail. They could stop and rearrange those fallen to remind themselves which was which later, but Naomi was prepared to head on.
"What do you want to do?"
Because she's ready to move on and get this matter dealt with.
Now was the only chance to hesitate; but otherwise, it was time to press on.
III. Calls You Mommy
How or why, she didn't question it for too long because, honestly, the better question was 'where did it come from'. At this point, most things could likely be chalked up to magic, but something created the egg, gave it feet, and then insisted on it locating a surrogate. Or would it be foster in this case?
Either or, Naomi would be found at the shops with a black egg, the color broken by the soft, almost ethereal swirls of red, purple, and blue that could be seen shimmering upon it in the right lighting. It seemed to be a calmer egg, or maybe it helped that she was an adult that had experience with younger children and toddlers. She did get a swaddle carry for them arranged to make it easier, and was in the middle of questioning the natives to Avalon about the eggs in general.
After a while without much success, she could be found taking a break at a small café, a steaming cup of coffee for herself... and the egg rolling around in a mixing bowl filled with warm milk.
IV. Doctor Mom
"Come in..."
As usual, Dr. Kimishima was available should people need to visit. All that had really changed about her workspace was a small playpen being arranged in the corner, sometimes occupied by a black egg with swirls of purple, red, and blue shimmering throughout. And if it wasn't there, it was settled in her lap and content with not moving.
Either way, there was an egg. Try not to deviate from the reason for visiting... unless eggs were involved.
V. Wildcard
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[Yes, there are moments where force might be excessive, but other moments, it's required.]
How do you feel now? Should we consider visiting another mage to make sure everything's in order?
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Maybe... I can keep going, though. We can finish the job first.
[Then he can deal with this weird hollow feeling he has later. Work first.]
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Let's fire the signal flare then, and make sure they don't get up soon.