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[OPEN] Another Warrior of Light? Didn't we spray for those?
🧙 WHO: Jophrey and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Arrivals, requests and learning magic
🕒 WHEN: Early to mid-February
🗺️ WHERE: Various
⚠️ WARNINGS: Description of burns in comments
((Prose and brackets are both fine, I'll match your format!))
1: Arrival
"MMMAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUUU!"
"Sssh, sssh, come on darling, I know you're wet--"
"MMMAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUUU!!!"
"I'm trying to help, if you could just stop squirmi--"
"MMMAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUUU!!!"
The source of this ungodly racket appears to be near the White Cliffs staircase, where an oddly-dressed gray feline curls up beneath the cloak of an absolutely mortified hyur. Both of them are still quite damp from their arrival, but it seems that one of the pair is handling their adversity a bit better than the other.
"Sorry, sorry..." the man mumbles, red-faced under the stares of passersby as he tries to comfort his wailing bundle of...joy? Sure, we'll go with that. "'Twould seem the poor thing's had a bit of a fright." He gives a weak, sheepish chuckle. "I'm...sure he'll calm down soon."
2: A Can of Sprite
This is definitely a good news, bad news, sort of situation. Certainly the job itself went without a hitch; the bottle of glittery powder held in one white-knuckled hand is evidence of that. But in the process, things appear to have gone somewhat awry. The white-haired man staggers as if drunk his feet unable to decide which way to go, his eyes wide and trying to take in everything around him at once. He sees himself leaving the clearing in a hundred different directions, or not leaving at all, or being swallowed by the earth, or crushed by an errant falling star.
"Oh Twelve stop...I can't..."
The pain behind his eyes only gets worse with the addition of another person to the scene...and another...and another...and another... His eyes are wild with panic as he staggers back. "Stop! Stop!" he cries out again. Furrows appear in the ground at his feet and plants flatten all around him as he lashes out telekenetically, blinded by the sensory overload. "Get away from me! There's too many of you!"
3: Stand Together or Fail Apart
The sounds that come from Jophrey's tent wouldn't be out of place in any forest, but any Eorzean would recognize the sound of birdsong from the Shroud. The mage stops his nervous pacing as the ambient sound changes to adjust to the new arrival and turns to face the door. Clearly the relaxation part of this exercise is one that he has yet to master.
"I don't suppose you've done this before?" he asks, taking a seat and gesturing to the cushion opposite him.
From the folds of his cloak, the sound of a tiny creature snoring can be heard. "Cid! Cid, wake up. We have a visitor."
4: Wildcard
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⚔️️ WHAT: Arrivals, requests and learning magic
🕒 WHEN: Early to mid-February
🗺️ WHERE: Various
⚠️ WARNINGS: Description of burns in comments
((Prose and brackets are both fine, I'll match your format!))
1: Arrival
"MMMAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUUU!"
"Sssh, sssh, come on darling, I know you're wet--"
"MMMAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUUU!!!"
"I'm trying to help, if you could just stop squirmi--"
"MMMAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUUU!!!"
The source of this ungodly racket appears to be near the White Cliffs staircase, where an oddly-dressed gray feline curls up beneath the cloak of an absolutely mortified hyur. Both of them are still quite damp from their arrival, but it seems that one of the pair is handling their adversity a bit better than the other.
"Sorry, sorry..." the man mumbles, red-faced under the stares of passersby as he tries to comfort his wailing bundle of...joy? Sure, we'll go with that. "'Twould seem the poor thing's had a bit of a fright." He gives a weak, sheepish chuckle. "I'm...sure he'll calm down soon."
2: A Can of Sprite
This is definitely a good news, bad news, sort of situation. Certainly the job itself went without a hitch; the bottle of glittery powder held in one white-knuckled hand is evidence of that. But in the process, things appear to have gone somewhat awry. The white-haired man staggers as if drunk his feet unable to decide which way to go, his eyes wide and trying to take in everything around him at once. He sees himself leaving the clearing in a hundred different directions, or not leaving at all, or being swallowed by the earth, or crushed by an errant falling star.
"Oh Twelve stop...I can't..."
The pain behind his eyes only gets worse with the addition of another person to the scene...and another...and another...and another... His eyes are wild with panic as he staggers back. "Stop! Stop!" he cries out again. Furrows appear in the ground at his feet and plants flatten all around him as he lashes out telekenetically, blinded by the sensory overload. "Get away from me! There's too many of you!"
3: Stand Together or Fail Apart
The sounds that come from Jophrey's tent wouldn't be out of place in any forest, but any Eorzean would recognize the sound of birdsong from the Shroud. The mage stops his nervous pacing as the ambient sound changes to adjust to the new arrival and turns to face the door. Clearly the relaxation part of this exercise is one that he has yet to master.
"I don't suppose you've done this before?" he asks, taking a seat and gesturing to the cushion opposite him.
From the folds of his cloak, the sound of a tiny creature snoring can be heard. "Cid! Cid, wake up. We have a visitor."
4: Wildcard
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Even if it's just for fun.
Even if, when he reaches out to Jophrey's mind with his cognitive magic and plants a suggestion there, it's something silly like ]
Hop on one foot while sticking your tongue out and blowing a raspberry.