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.

Comments

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[dontgetintherobot]

[It wasn't terribly unusual for Alfonse to be out and about for a jog, or just making an attempt at helping where he was needed. Especially nowadays, after his father's departure- anything to keep his mind occupied.

Such was how he... noticed the first emperor of Garlemald sitting halfway up a cliffside. Not that he doubted the man's capabilities, but his days of leading armies into battle were... certainly behind him. With the kindness he had shown him, Alfonse would, at the very least, like to extend a hand in return.

So at the bottom of the cliff, he looks up with a friendly smile.]

Hello! You look like you could use a hand?

[And if that offer is accepted he's... going to probably put Ye Olde emperor to shame in how fast he scales that cliffside.]

1. When life gives you lemons

[tantailizing]

"Why is it always plants?"

If Emet wanted help, he got it - probably not the first person he'd want helping, but that sure was Zidane walking up next to him and making a face. Maturity in the face of this situation? No way, magical grabbing plants suck. His tail flicked around behind him and it looked like he only had his daggers with him.

1. Sending a text in response to that post.

[angel_of_death]

Those seedkin you mentioned wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the quest the knights are being sent on, would it?

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[seasoflight]

The benefit of living with him means that it's quite easy for Felih to tag along when his mate goes off on this quest. If nothing else, Felih hopes his green magic may help to better control or contain the vines while Emet searches for a way to actually destroy them.

"I'm not sure how much they'll resist," Felih murmurs, "but at the very least I can attempt to wrangle whichever vines we come across so they aren't as much a threat. If I can't stop them directly, I could easily use other flora to choke it or hinder its movement..."

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[queenofkur]

[ While he was lost in thought, Emet-Selch might be feeling something tugging at his clothes. More specifically, very lightly pulling at the hem of his coat. It was no carnivorous vine though. No, instead it was a baby deer who'd decided to see if the fabric tasted good.

And not far behind the baby deer was a blonde girl who ran to catch up with him as quickly as possible. ]

C-Come back here...!

[ As soon as she arrived, she put her hands on her knees to take her breath. And of course, there was someone her baby deer was bothering. Goodness. It was difficult enough to speak with people as is, it was even worse when she had to because her pet was causing havoc...! ]

I'm sorry, he-he seems to have a taste for people's clothes...