To this day, I can't look in a mirror because I'm afraid I'll see "her"..... [April Catch-All]

[sos_pilot]

🧙 WHO: Della Duck & You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests + Della making plane blueprints!
🕒 WHEN: All throughout April!
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot!
⚠️ WARNINGS: Nudity re: Missing Mindful Quest

Hell In A Handbagsket

[ Della does feel bad for the girl, and Uncle Scrooge would be remiss if anyone in his family missed an opportunity to hone their buying and selling skills. But she can’t imagine anyone really needs handbags in a magical world, where RPG logic says you can hold 99 of one thing in your pocket. So instead of selling the handbags exactly… she decides to sell an experience. ]

You there! Would you have any interest in target practice on dudes you hate?

[ She’s placed the handbags on top of small platforms, each one with a blank sheet of paper on it. In her hand is a multitude of markers. ]

Describe the person you wanna hit the most, and I’ll doodle them! Then you use those ugly mugs as target practice with your magic! All for a low price – isn’t it worth it to vent out your rage? Step right up, there’s plenty of revenge to go around!

Garrrrr! Goyles

[ In order to best your enemy, you must understand your enemy. Which is why Della has found one gargoyle, and, assuming it was a bad one, planted her feet there and entered a staring contest.

… With a stone statue. Look, the logic is that once it awakens, it can’t scare her, and she can chase it out of town. She’s… just unaware of how ridiculous she looks as she waits for sundown. ]

I can do this all day and night, buddy. I’ve won so many staring contests with my mirror, it’s not even funny! … It actually isn’t, it’s a little depressing.

The Missing Mindful

[ Missing persons? Count her in! She’s ready for a rescue! But she is not ready to be suddenly naked. Granted, most of the guys in her world never wear pants, but that’s not the issue her. Sure, she lets out a startled WAK, her feathers are covering her lady bits, but her real problem is the person next to her.

Humans, man. ]

GAH! Why couldn’t let they sound off a warning?! How can you people just… let everything hang?! Aren’t you cold without any fur or feathers?

[ She doesn’t mean to be rude, but she probably doesn’t need to be covering her eyes like she’s facing off against a gorgon. Geez. ]

Blueprint Beginnings

[ Some of you may or may not recall Della longing to build a plane here in Avalon. It’s still a long way to go, but here’s one step she’s working on out in the open! … Well, as open as one can be with all this rain. Outside a café where the umbrellas are over the tables, Della has a huge paper sheet across her table, writing on it extensively while every so often remembering to eat. It’s the makings of a blue print! ]

All right, so I might have to downsize how many seats will be available… gotta make sure there’s plenty of cargo space for treasure. Maybe put some back-up crystals inside the wings in case of weather emergencies… maybe install communications between the pilot and passengers like this…

Wildcard

[ You know the drill – make your own prompt! Feel free to plot with me via plurk at melcat33 ! ]

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Garrrrr! Goyles

[whosaysdajare]

[ All day and night? But ain't the point of the matter to stop those mischievous creatures while it's dark...?

If he's honest with it, Sasara can take a kinda liking to the methods described of these creatures—it's Dokkiri, basically! They type of program where celebrities get surprised. And while he knows he's no good at it for TV, just cause he always sees through it, it's fun to watch if someone gives the right reaction. In this and that, he might have more in common with the gargoyles than the folks trying to stop their shenanigans. A beat 'em with their own weapons sorta deal!?

The afternoon is already moving into an orange glow. He's stopped and stares—however much ya can with eyes closed—at it too over Della's shoulder when he speaks suddenly– Dokkiri-like!! ]

Ya ain't thinking of moving it with your mind, yeah?

[sos_pilot]

[ Della doesn't look up or away from her target - kudos for concentration, I suppose - but she does take a thoughtful pause after what he says. ]

... I wasn't until now! But I haven't really lifted anything that heavy with my kinetic magic yet...

[ Cause that's what this stranger meant right? Right? ]

[whosaysdajare]

[ Right!! Ahem...! ] Well, it's some way to do it, no?

[ More like, the way she stared intensely, he had to make a funny guess. But now, if she takes a look, Sasara ain't the kinda guy bulked up with muscles either... It's where his own affinity comes in. However, even that oughta get some practice, ya know. To make perfect, so to say.

And while he's about to give the stone gargoyle a tap on the head over her shoulder, he'll offer his help. ]

I'll give you a hand. Heh! Or more like, a piece of my mind, ya see! [ How punny. ]

[sos_pilot]

[ Nope, still not looking at him. But she's still a friendly sort, and even offers her hand in the direction his voice is coming from for a handshake - ]

The more the merrier! Always happy to have a hand, mind, or whatever else you've got to spare! Name's Della Duck.

Blueprints!

[heartofthestar]

[Venat takes a mild interest in the field of engineering -- how can she not, when the actions of a certain group of engineers proved so crucial to her ultimate goals? And had moreover accomplished quite some incredible if not impossible things? So the sight of a device, one that appeared to be more alike to a managlider than an airship, intrigued her.]

May I ask what you are working on?

[sos_pilot]

[ It takes a few extra seconds for Della to realize someone is speaking to her, but when she does look up, she's all smiles! ]

This? This beauty is gunna be Avalon's first plane!

[heartofthestar]

[Not the flat surface, not the gentle field. Hm.]

It looks distantly akin to vehicles I know of, yet it must differ greatly indeed without aether and crystals to rely on for power and aid.

[sos_pilot]

Darn right! The plan is to have no magic whatsoever! ... I mean, I'll have them for back-ups, I'm not crazy.

[ Not wholly crazy, anyway. ]

But the main feel is pure plane, as it was always meant to be!

[heartofthestar]

I am correct in presuming it is meant to fly? [Just to be clear. How embarrassing for her to think that, only for it to be a submersible or the like, with long wings for cutting water and swift descents!]

[sos_pilot]

Of course! And not only that, it'll carry tons of people, and tons of treasure!

[ With that, she takes her pencil and taps towards a certain section near the back. ]

Depending on what we find, we might need separate compartments for cursed and non-cursed treasure.

[heartofthestar]

Could you not take one with siphoning magic along? They are excellent at dealing with such curses, as I understand it.

[sos_pilot]

[ Long, drawn out sigh. ]

I gueeeess I could... but I'm really trying not to lean on magic so much! I want this to feel like an authentic plane from back home.

[heartofthestar]

[Hm. Venat curls a hand in front of her chest, giving that statement some thought.]

Perhaps if you thought of it not as magic, but skills. To handle a cliff, you would bring someone skilled at climbing. An ocean, someone good at diving.

[sos_pilot]

[ With a bit of confident swagger - ]

That's precisely why I know I can do this without magic - because I'm the best at flying! When it comes to piloting, there's no one better! I've traveled the world in the original Cloudslayer, able to avoid the most hidden cliffs and the most dangerous bad guys!

[ Maybe more than a bit. ]

[heartofthestar]

That sounds magnificent. [Braggart or not, this duck seems to capture the essence of what Venat vanishes most.] Would you tell me about a journey of yours, praychance?

[sos_pilot]

[ Ohohohoho. Eyebrow wiggles. ]

Just the one? Boy, that'll be tough to choose! Like the time we fought off Ice Vikings, or the time we sought out the Money Tree, dodging an alien invasion, fighting moon mites, discovering the secret of the Woodchuck Founder, escaping a genie's wish... Lady, I could go ALL. DAY. LONG.

[heartofthestar]

I would listen all day long, so long as the timing and our duties here allow. I used to do such things myself, but that was a very long time ago indeed. [Venat smiles, a little laugh slipping out.] Although I appear to be un-retired, now.

[sos_pilot]

Retired? I don't know the meaning of the word - real adventure never lets you go! My uncle is over one hundred, and he's still kicking as much butt as everyone else in the family!

[heartofthestar]

[Venat ventures a gentle shrug.] Even so, be it dozens or hundreds or thousands of years, the time comes for everyone to close their eyes and rest, and find the next adventure past the boundaries of the underworld. Unless one is rather rudely hauled back, of course.

[sos_pilot]

Well, that's usually how life works - you don't get a polite tap on the shoulder and a quiet whisper of "Say, you wanna get back into adventure"? It's always a rude yank!

[heartofthestar]

[Venat laughs softly, fingers curled in front of her chest.] Well, perhaps, but life itself was something of a question as well.

[sos_pilot]

I guess I'm the type that never waits for questions - I answer before I even know what I'm doing!

[ The... metaphor is getting a bit lost at this point... ]

[heartofthestar]

Well, I must say, so did I -- because we were hardly given a choice in doing so, after all.

[sos_pilot]

True, true...

[ Della pauses, realizing they've gone way, way off track here. ]

... Anyway! Plane good. And I promise I will use magic in parts of it, for back-up measures... just not the whole shebang. And when it's up and running, you can be one of those first passengers!

[heartofthestar]

I'd consider that a great honor. [Venat bows her head slightly, by way of gratitude.] When did you first come to fly one of these devices?

[sos_pilot]

When I was ten years old, on my first adventure!

[ She proudly sticks a thumb to her chest! ]

Our pilots had abandoned us, so I grabbed the controls so we could land safely on the shore!

[heartofthestar]

And you did so successfully? That must make you a prodigy indeed, to so skillfully land at such a young age!

[sos_pilot]

[ girl please do not make her ego any bigger

She griiiiiins, hands on her heads, beak up in triumph! ]

You bet! Soon as I could, I enlisted into the best flight academy and aced it! There's no terrain I can't handle!

[heartofthestar]

That's quite a claim. Even winds of supernatural strength, guided by a malign will?

[She has a certain primal in mind, of course.]

[sos_pilot]

I can handle the super, the natural, the maligned, the modest, NOTHING AND NO ONE CAN STOP DELLA DUCK!

[ she even stands up in her chair for that triumphant declaration. Here's hoping she doesn't fall off. ]

[heartofthestar]

Least of all a lack of confidence, I see.

[Is it real or is it an effort to convince herself? Hard to say, in truth. Right now Venat leans towards the former, but only time will tell.]

What about a lack of fuel for the plane?

[sos_pilot]

[ ... Dang. She deflates like a popped balloon. ]

That... is a problem. Not gunna lie. And it's a big one.

[heartofthestar]

Perhaps you need the advice of an Avalon engineer.

Wildcard - Weapon material shopping

[rustyhonesty]

[After their messages, Jean arrives at the inn when they promises they'd meet. There's no one accompanying him, as his familiar is away on duty.

Most he has with him is his phone and a list of materials needed for a sword. He's still the type of guy who makes lists on paper.

He's standing in the rain but staying dry because of his Dry Spell. Convenient invisible umbrella is convenient.]

[sos_pilot]

[ Della has an umbrella, though clearly a pretty cheap one. Not that she seems to mind or care - she spots him and waves cheerfully. ]

Hey, Jean! Thanks for doin' this with me!