June catch-all | OPEN

[emet_sulk]

🧙 WHO: Emet-Selch and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: It's time to go a-questing again, alchemist continues to hone his craft
🕒 WHEN: Throughout June
🗺️ WHERE: See individual prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: None (will update as necessary)

1. Do it for the Vine 🗡️

I seek assistance in exterminating an overgrowth of seedkin. I will be departing three days hence.

Even if one doesn't see the message he puts out, one can find him at the scene: on the outskirts of Camelot, Emet-Selch surveys the damage with pursed lips. Fire would be a sure way to exterminate the vines yet it runs the risk of torching everything else as well. Especially magical fire. He has flammable concoctions made especially for this task, but he's hesitant to use them. Perhaps when they locate the parent...

If you happen to be crossing paths with him at the scene, he doesn't immediately take notice. He seems preoccupied with his own thoughts, though he will very quickly look over if someone decides to leap in and start attacking things.

2. Thunderbird 🗡️

The pursuit of unusual alchemy reagents takes one to odd places sometimes. Emet-Selch is not someone who would ordinarily volunteer to go rock-climbing, yet here he is doing just that. Unfortunately, he isn't the fittest of men. Scaling the rocks to reach one of the birds' elusive nests is trying his endurance - and patience.

About halfway up to one, he manages to clamber on to a small ledge and slumps there tiredly, breathing hard. "This had better be worth it," he growls under his breath as he takes a swig of water from his canteen.

--Or perhaps, instead, you meet him at the nest itself, tiredly setting up one of the observation cameras. Whilst technology isn't...unknown to him, he seems to be struggling with this modern brand of it. It's far more compact and advanced than that which he's accustomed to.

"Confound it," he mutters, staring at the pieces in frustration. "Why must they make it so damned small?"

3. Wildcard

Got another idea? Feel free to PM this account. He has a top-level on the TDM as well.

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[emet_sulk]

He pauses to consider that. He'd assumed the thing would have eyes somewhere, but perhaps they're right and it tracks by sound or movement.

"Test your theory by flying over it first. I wouldn't like to be snatched out of the air," he says. "If it attempts to grab you, I shall be on hand to free you from it."

[tantailizing]

Ugh, please. No more plants with eyes - it's somehow creepy and wrong.

"Playing bait. Alright, be back in a moment." He's not too worried about being grabbed. Even if Emet didn't get him out, he had ways of escaping on his own. Still, appreciated! And he takes off, lifting a good few feet from the ground and steadily moving higher as he nears a structure.

[emet_sulk]

Emet-Selch watches closely, waiting with bated breath to see if the plant will attempt to strike Zidane out of the air. But...it doesn't. So he attempts to step closer, only for the vines to immediately lash out. He backs away hurriedly, calling up.

"It seems to respond to sound!"

[tantailizing]

Zidane's almost expecting to be fighting off roots, but is similarly disappointed when it doesn't happen. At Emet's yell, he turns and opens his mouth - but quickly shuts it because Emet just said it responds to sound. He will soar on back, slowing down just before he risks crashing.

"Okay, what's the next plan of attack?" He's trying to keep his voice down, but who knows just how good that plant can hear.

[emet_sulk]

If he has to guess, it probably responds to the vibrations caused by sound and movement. Up in the air, Zidane has not disturbed anything but the wind.

The vines wriggle towards them despite the whispering and he backs them away a little further before responding.

"I will act as bait whilst you fly up and find its core. I have a jar of saliva from that 'pelican' some moons ago which should destroy it - or at least weakening so we can finish it off."

[tantailizing]

Blinking when he backs up, Zidane looks back at their plant target - geez, for not having ears... sensitive. He drifts along with Emet's movement, and puts his attention back on the old man.

"Huh, usually I'm bait... You cool with this?"

Because they probably could figure out a way for Zidane to lure the plant... or maybe tangle it up. Huh, he could do both maybe...

[emet_sulk]

"I cannot fly. 'Twould be better for me to hold its attention down here."

He draws out his gunblade and the jar. "This will not be like the first time we met," he says grimly. "I am prepared."

[tantailizing]

Speaking about the first time they met, he snickers a bit. Hey, he didn't mention it.

"Alright. I'll get to the core of this sucker then."

[emet_sulk]

He nods. He upends the contents of the small jar across the blade of his gunsword and then ignites one of the ceruleum cartridges. Without further ado, he rushes forward and begins carving through the vines, trailing eerir blue fire in his wake. Between the heat and the corrosive nature of the saliva against plant matter, the vines stand no chance. They writhe in apparent pain and focus their attention wholly on Emet-Selch, leaving Zidane free to search for the core from above.