isleofavalon | February open log

🧙 WHO: Emet-Selch and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: Coming out of a sleep (canon update) and throwing himself into quests to distract himself from new memories
🕒 WHEN: Throughout February
🗺️ WHERE: See prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS:
- Possible sexual content in the arrow threads.
- Potential spoilers for Endwalker, let me know if you are fine with them or not.

1. G(lacial)-Warriors 🗡️ (Knight quest)

A quest is just what he needs to take his mind off the plethora of revelations to come from his day of forced slumber - and what better way than to go out and hit something until it falls to pieces? He takes his gunblade, his horse, and the provisions provided by Camelot to all knights embarking on this particular journey. In typical fashion, he does not bother to ask around and see if anyone would like to join him. No, he wants the time to himself to sort out his thoughts.

Yet nothing is ever that easy, is it? He's ambushed by one of the I.C.E. constructs as he nears the spot. His horse rears up in alarm, throwing him from the saddle before bolting into the trees. Emet-Selch lands with a painful thud into a bank of snow. Fortunately, the gunblade strapped to his back seems in order. Unfortunately, the ICE is advancing on him and he's having trouble getting out of the snow.

Help?

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

2. Serve, Save, Slave, Slay...Some Sushi 🗡️

The sushi monster is no easier to slay than the I.C.E. as Emet-Selch discovers much to his chagrin. What does a man have to do to get some relatively simple knight quests??

The...creature(?) fires a round of pellets at him which has him diving into a rolls to avoid. He comes up into a crouch just in time to parry one of the sharp green swords it wields, quickly getting his feet beneath him before the second can slice him in half. He's been at it for a few minutes by now, focus utterly consumed by the opponent before him. He's growing tired though and the thing still doesn't look like it plans to give up.

"Ridiculous thing," he seethes. "And me, reduced to using these inferior magicks... I should have asked Irhya for a greatsword instead of a gunblade."

He fires off a round and its ricochet echoes throughout the forest. Even if the sound doesn't draw attention, the eerie blue after-image of the shot is worth attention.

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

3. I See You, Opening! 🛡️

Well of course, Emet-Selch doesn't want anything to do with these tricksy arrows and their dubious effects. But other people may have no such qualms. Perhaps you want to see this sour-looking man pour his heart out to one of his associates. Or perhaps you want to make him suffer by tasting nothing but chocolate for two weeks. Anything goes. ~~Really. Anything.~~

If shooting: Please nominate which arrow you're shooting him with. I'm happy to write custom starters if you want.

If encountering him after he's been shot: Please nominate which effect you want for him. Again, I can write a custom starter if that's preferred.

4. Wildcard

If you have some ideas, feel free to send me a PM or leave a comment on the CR meme.

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He lowers his arm, scowling at the offending packet of flour. A light dusting of powder accents his hair and dusts his upper half. He is, unfortunately, somewhat too tall for her to cover completely but he appreciates the attempt.

This is all turning out to be frightfully costly. If he has to go out and buy replacements for everything...

Another rattle draws his attention back to the malt balls. They seem to be egging each other to dive into the batter. "Oh no you don't!" he exclaims, trying to slap his hand down on them.

--All he succeeds in doing is knocking something off the shelf. The malt balls fling themselves off (perfect corkscrew into double somersault but who's checking?) and land right in the middle of the batter.

Oh my gosh, this is pandemonium. Ochako is a patient girl, she like this to think, but there's only so much one can take. Pursing her lips, squeezing her eyes shut, taking a breath in and out...none of it works because things just keep getting worse. She doesn't want to get loud, or mean, but boy is she getting frustrated. Enough is enough when the sound of crashing makes her flinch, and she sees malt balls pirouette through the air (10/10, truly).

"Okay, everyone and everything needs to just stop for a minute!!"

She huffs, stomping her foot a bit petulantly, not really expecting anything to happen, but it does. The moment her foot smacks the ground, a ripple-like effect pulses out from her as her magic activates, the kinetic energy halting movement for quite literally everything in a small radius around her. It won't last last long, she said just a minute, but a minute is enough time to corral those ingredients!

Even Emet-Selch is stunned by her outburst. He quickly collects himself however, plucking out the malt balls along with all the other runaway ingredients nearby. He traps the most troublesome ones inside a glass jar as everything starts to quiver again, heralding the end of her Stop spell.

"I apologise. I ought to have waited until we were done to provide my own enchantments," he tells the girl as he searches for something to sweep up the broken glass jar he had knocked from the shelf.

The burst of magic certainly wasn't expected, and even Ochako seems a little shocked by both it and her outburst. Usually she has a better reign on her anger...but even her saintly patience had run its course. Still, she's embarrassed by it, and shakes out her hair of flour, assisting in getting as many of the wayward ingredients caught before they animate again.

"It's fine...I-I'm sorry I yelled like that," Ochako breathes out, rubbing the back of her neck then grimacing as she remembers she's still covered in flour. Ugh, a wash will be necessary when she gets home. "Maybe you can just, um...help me with the recipe? Then I can use my own magic to put a spin on it."

A pause, as Ochako goes to wash her face with a wet cloth, and she thinks about something. "You have...alchemy magic, right? What about making a really fancy box to put these in? Or...oh! Emet-san, can you make edible gold flakes?"

"Emet-Selch," he corrects absently. He uses a dustpan to sweep up the glass, until her question registers and he pauses, looking up with a frown. "You realise 'edible gold' isn't any different to that which is used in jewellery, yes? It must be of the highest purity so that toxins do not find their way into the blood."

There's a soft noise of affirmation at the correction to his name as Ochako nods to herself. She'll try to adjust how she says his name in the future, and probably put a western title on it... Mr. Emet-Selch sounds more audibly appealing than Emet-Selch-san. But then, she actually blinks and turns to look over her shoulder, hanging the cloth she used to clean her face back up.

"Eh, I...suppose that does make sense." She has no fucking idea. "Maybe just a nice box to put them in, then?"

She's trying to give him a task that isn't just 'mix something', but his magic really isn't very suitable for this...

For his part, he looks put out with being relegated to merely making the box for their cake. "Very well," he agrees reluctantly. "I should have something appropriate..."

He straightens with the pan of broken glass held carefully. He'll safely dispose of the shards before going off in search of something to make the box with. For a few minutes, she'll be left alone in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Mr. Emet-Selch."

She does at least sincerely look a little apologetic, and guilty about it, but...he really doesn't have a good fit in terms of magic for something like cooking. Moving food may be cute and fun in cartoons and manga and stuff, but no one wants to eat something that can talk back or move around. That's uh...that's just really damn creepy.

For the blissful few minutes of quiet, Ochako gets to work. She's set out the ingredients she needs and flicks the burner on with a burst of fire magic, to temper the chocolate in a double boiler. using her kinetic magic, and catches a box of sugar as it flies through the air into her hand, measuring out the cups for later and checking the recipe card. It looks like a scene from Fantasia, with things moving through the air as Ochako flits about, but a lot less chaotic than before. There's a method to it this time around.

In due time, he returns with a tray containing scraps of wood as well as a small cloth pouch. The tray he sets on a separate table, out of the way of all the foodstuffs, but the pouch he brings over to her.

"I keep gold scraps from my work. I turned some into flakes that you may use as decoration. They ought to be pure enough to be safe to consume."

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