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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Well, it was clean until the battle started," Felih hums. "It's probably fine. Besides, we've not always the luxury of being picky," he laughs, despite ostensibly being the most fussy about food of the lot of them. Still, he is an adventurer, and they learn early on to make do.

"And it was probably gourmet before it was animated. Either way, I'm now nursing a craving for fish..." He may be enjoying Hades' grumbling a little too much, but he's missed his beloved so. It's a relief to hear such grumbling again.

"If we fell it then you could sample some and I doubt that gourmet would be any wiser. There is plenty here to devour."

Fortunately the beast seems to be tiring. Hades manages to ride out its attempts to throw him off, holding on to the gunblade grimly. He finally puts it out of its misery by igniting a cartridge whilst his blade is buried deep. It squeals, wavers, and then starts to fall.

Felih laughs. "He really is unlikely to notice... I doubt he could keep track of all this once it was animated," he purrs, before watching as his mate unloads a cartridge right into the beast.

It makes Felih briefly make a face, and then he muses, "Do you suppose that might've burnt it or affected the taste somehow...? Are those cartridges powder-filled? Eugh... that would be bitter, I imagine..."

He yanks out his weapon and jumps off the creature's back, landing heavily on the ground as it falls. He tosses a mildly offended look Felih's way.

"Powder? This gunblade uses ceruleum cartridges, I'll have you know! It isn't of the same make as a common footsoldier's."

He brings the blade up and examines it with a grimace. Ugh, this will require thorough cleaning. "Irhya forged this, although she had to adapt it from the Bozjan design with my instruction. The one I formerly owned as emperor was far better. Although there is no substitute for a good two-handed sword..."

"Oh, my apologies, Your Imperial Majesty," Felih purrs, teasing, as he watches Hades fuss with his weapon. "I had not realized you were so fussy about your weapons." The mention of a two-handed sword, however, makes him laugh softly.

"I swear, had I not seen you wield one myself, I would have never guessed you preferred such an arm," he says, as he hops through the snow and around sushi-monster debris so he can cuddle up to his mate, seeking the warmth considering how much he dislikes these cold Avalon winters. "But it suits you, love."

He opens his mouth to ask when Felih had ever seen him wield a greatsword, only to shut his mouth again and look away.

In Elpis...

Wrapping an arm around Felih, he starts to rub one pointed ear. "I prefer spellcasting," he says grudgingly. "Physical exertion tires me."

Felih hums, leaning into Hades and tilting his head into the touch of his hand. He continues purring softly, relaxing at the rubbing. "I had a feeling," he says in reply, "You seemed to like showing off your magical prowess." To put it lightly, anyhow, as he recalls his battles with the Hades of another world, another time.

"Not showing off," he mutters. "I felt more alive in that form than I ever did in my flesh."

The strength of the Underworld flowing through him - oh, how he misses it.

"You have only ever known one body, so you would not understand."

"I suppose that's true," Felih murmurs quietly, mulling it over for a bit. "So that form... is it something Ancients could manipulate as they desired? Was it still their own flesh? Or would they all have to shed physical form to do so?" he asks, curious as ever, looking up at his mate with bright eyes as he nuzzles against his chest.

"We would change it to suit our needs: a form reflective of our deepest desires or aspirations. Some might desire wings to fly for they have dreams of soaring. Others might require a second head, or another pair of hands. One is as good as baring their soul when they transform so."

He hesitates, knowing Felih may well understand the implications of that given his final, mortal clash with the Warrior of Light. "It is not done lightly," he says after a few moments. "Wasn't. Usually."

The implication sinks in quickly, leaving Felih silent for several long moments as he mulls it over. He still feels his heart ache when he remembers their last battle- how reluctant he had been to fight Hades, even to the end.

He decides to just cuddle closer against Hades' side, purring softly in an attempt to soothe him. "...well, we've finished our work here. Is there anything else left to do? Maybe we could go to a cafe together?" he chirps hopefully, turning up bright eyes at Hades. "Or a museum. There's still much of this city I have yet to see..."

"I suppose both could be pleasant... Let's take a turn around one of the museums and then sit down for some coffee. After we deliver this...thing to the client."

Once it's officially complete, they can take their ease for the rest of the day. He runs his fingers once more through Felih's silky hair and then pulls out his phone to report the quest as finished.

Once the fish... remains... were delivered and dealt with, Felih was delighted to find that Hades would entertain his hopes for an outing. It felt rare to just have time like this, between their work and the various events and occasional chaos that this city provided.

He purrs and melts, leaning eagerly into his lover's touch, tail aquiver with delight at the sensation of fingers through his mane.

"There's apparently a sort of natural sciences museum here," he chirps, bright-eyed. "In a realm as fantastic as this, I would love to see how the flora and fauna here developed and became what they are now..."

"Hmm, I believe Hythlodaeus did mention those at some point. If you know where they are then lead on."

He's extremely glad that he had invested in one of the Camelot City totems. It makes returning from his quests a simple thing.

Felih lights up, his tail aquiver behind him as his mate acquiesces to his request, and he happily takes Hades' arm and begins to gently tug him along, eager as ever.

"Of course! I was wandering around-" As is his wont. "-and spotted it not too far from the central gardens, which seemed a fitting place for it. I want to see the geological bits too, they always have gems on display in those, don't they? I wonder if the gems in this realm are different... ah! And the botanical exhibits may help with my garden experiments!"

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