[open] SOMNUS & YOU, catch-all feb

[luciing]

🧙 WHO: Somnus and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Open quests, TDM prompts, etc.
🕒 WHEN: around feb
🗺️ WHERE: errwhere
⚠️ WARNINGS: none

Cupid's Arrow Beta Testing

[ What is the purpose of such quests? An enchantment to cause another to fall is reckless, dangerous, even. But that doesn't mean he won't be watching as the arrows are distributed. Eventually, and with a solemn mien not fit for any feelings of affection (enchanted or otherwise), he decides to take up the quest with explicit intention to not fulfil it. Taking a potentially enchanted arrow from the quest-giver means one less another might use against someone.

Now he stands and walks with an arrow in hand down one of the cobblestone streets, his eyes keen on its sharp, spell-doused tip.

Enter you, at an ill-advised moment or angle-- perhaps a carriage is rushing down the street, too, or a man wheelbarrowing a stack of hay shouts for you to move out of the way and into Somnus' path. Somnus deftly side-steps the encounter, nimbly twirling the shaft of the arrow between his fingers to prevent it from harming you-- only to be pricked by it himself....

When the commotion ends, Somnus stands still. His free hand rises up, slowly, to press his palm to the slight-left of his upper chest. It's a tender motion, self-steadying as if something suddenly weighs upon him, but delicate as if he’s holding something fragile within. He looks at you, ashen and solemn. For once, emotion flickers across his normally stony expression.

This. This is a great, incomprehensible, and terrible pain. ]

Training Grounds:

[ Ever since his arrival, he's been cut off from the birthright-magic of of his Line. As such, he has neither pocket-dimension armory nor Armiger. Unable to house it within the metaphysical space of crystalline, divine magic. and Somnus has still yet to find a proper sheath for his blade. Which means... he might as well exercise his new, kinetic magic with it.

Find him wielding his sword remotely through kinesis, practicing various forms as if if a specter were swinging it only meters from where he stands. Occasionally, he'll attempt to kinetically lift another weapon into his practice. ]

Sync or Swim

A: [ He trusts those insofar who are interested at exploring the potential and boundaries of their magic, and so if you are a like-minded professional and should you have agreed to accompany him, he enters the ritual tent with you. On his part, it appears he's neither flighty nor awkward, but grim and serious as usual. He's fought many battles with men he's known for less than a month before-- and when presented with a common goal (whether that of defeating daemons or this), he knows that success can be possible just with that.

He also has known for some time that one is never strongest when alone.

With the paint applied, they are ready to commence the dance. Somnus holds up his hand to you, his pale, calloused palm facing outward and awaiting yours to join it, prepared for the first touch and the initiating circle. The dim lighting of the tent casts shadows, accenting the severity of his expression, yet the amber glow of the candles seems to simultaneously soften the normally sharp blue of his gaze. His voice, strong and deep, announces, ] Let us begin.

[ (Note that if new CR, assume names have been exchanged!) ]

B: [ Whether success or failure, Somnus can be found after any attempts at the ritual by the prismatic bonfire afterward, looking upon the fire with a complex expression. The flames flicker, dancing in his eyes. Perhaps they even cast a nostalgic light. ]

Save a Beast, Kill a Man

[ He looks upon the quest board app with some amount of interest for the last one. (Thankfully, he's read up on what selkies are.) To anyone who also happens to be randomly standing nearby also reading the latest update on their quests: ] Are such unions lawful in this realm?

[ Not only does it seem to be a marriage between a fae-creature and man, it's obviously one of forced marriage where the requester is openly asking for murder. Is that also not frowned upon? ]

Wildcard

[ Wildcard any of the above prompts here, DM me Jade294#6977 or PP me at drinksteapots! I'm okay with repeating multiple prompts. ]

Comments

training grounds

[schmisse]

[ Someone who has the same idea as her! Well, Weiss has never put wielding her rapier with her kinetic magic into practice just yet, but it's definitely something she's keeping under wraps for now. It's gonna be such a great surprise for those who... well, know how she fights. There's no one but one person familiar with it here. (That's unfortunate.)

Still, she can't help but feel a little proud that there's someone else doing what she thought of. And she can't also help but think: great minds think alike.

For now, her rapier is magnetically clipped to her side. She approaches, her footsteps growing more audible as she becomes closer. Not to invade personal space, but just enough to talk. ]

How long have you been training?

Cupid's Arrow

[inemeraldfaith]

["Move!"

She barely has time to. What was she even doing? Wandering aimlessly. Still learning the ins and outs of Camelot. Somnus plays the saviour either way, even if she's not fully aware of it. She knocks right into him in the midst of avoiding potential collision.

It's as she's dusting herself off that she finds her attention settling back on him. Always playing the part of the gentleman it seems.]

Wow. Sorry about that. [But she's warm and welcoming as she ever tends to be.] I didn't hit you too hard, did I?

[What's that look he has? He doesn't look as cold as he normally does. Maybe he's still getting over the shock himself.]

Sync or Swim

[colchismagecraft]

[Caster was wary of trusting the vast majority of people in Avalon - with the main exceptions being those she thought were easy for her to manipulate. But she also shared Somnus' curiosity in pushing the boundaries of her magic. It was similar to spells she'd used before coming here- but more than that, new rituals like this fuelled intellectual curiosity in her.

Once in the tent she laid her heavy cloak aside so the paint could be applied to her face and collarbone- and in that, even in the flickering light in the tent, Somnus would be able to see her face and the pointed tips to her ears. The Mage was certainly not an unattractive woman, by any means- but it came with the eyes of one who had long since burned through her reserves of grief and agony and was left with a twisted darkness and anger.

Her expression was...tired, more than anything else.]

Yes. Let us begin.

[Oh- as he prepared for the ritual, she couldn't help but notice the callouses on his palm. One who'd been in many battles, perhaps, as he did not seem a craftsman in nature. Hm, more questions, less answers- Come to think of it, she should remove her gloves for this, shouldn't she?

Placing them aside with her robe, she offered her own hand - one significantly smoother than his own - and rested her palm against his.]