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[OPEN] | MARCH CATCH ALL & DARK QUESTS | V

🧙 WHO: V & You
⚔️️ WHAT: March catch-all and open quests
🕒 WHEN: March.
🗺️ WHERE: Around
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A

Assistance Quest: Don't Lose Your Head

[ Smuggling a package seems simple enough, and V isn't entirely useless when the objective calls for stealth. That's why he even accepts this proposal. However, if he had known there would be running involved he definitely would not have thought himself qualified. He walks with a cane when he gets tired, which doesn't take long. Like hell can he outrun the headless horseman.

All he can do is throw the package upwards for Griffon to catch. ]

Go on ahead, Griffon! Just go!

[ The bird circles overhead, screaming back angrily, ]

I'm not leaving your stupid ass here, V!

[ Help! ]

Combat Quest: Greg Gonna Get Ganked

Active Option

[ V has appeared in the tavern with both Griffon and Arachne. The two demons are both eying the assembled goblins with extremely hungry expressions. Griffon clicks his many sharp beaks, spreading his wings menacingly. The arachne clicks her fearsome front blades, tilting her bald head and many pink eyes in an unsettling manner. V stands calmly between them with a dark, cryptic smile. ]

Hello, Greg. We've something to give you.

[ A jinx spell that he and the arachne have bottled and prepared ahead of time. V takes it out of his pocket and tosses it into the room. It spreads like purple smoke, debuffing every stupid little goblin in the room. V gives a pretty evil sounding laugh and commands his creatures, ]

Get 'em.

[ V himself advances on Greg with his heavy metal cane... ]

Passive Option

[ This is your show, V is just here to throw down a few snide lines of poetry. Indeed, when Greg and his goblins start to get uppity and threatening a fight, V has this zinger: ]

He who desires but acts not breeds pestilence.

[ Griffon laughs viciously. ]

Heheheheh, nice one, V. But you know guys with brainpans their size ain't gonna get what you're saying. Hey, fellas! V says you're too chicken shit.

[ V smirks behind his book, inviting the silly little goblins to try. ]

Assistance Quest: Crystal Magic

[ V is nearby listening to the needs of this request. He is personally very interested in magic crystals and what they can produce, but he doesn't feel confident about the physical labor involved. ]

What I can do is collaborate with my familiar to provide cover. We can surely manage a bit of shadow manipulation to keep you out of sight while you work.

[ Which is how you ended up in the springs digging for magic crystals while a mouthy demon bird named Griffon shit talks you, ]

Can't you go any faster? We're gonna be here all night.

[ V sighs, still trying to actually concentrate on the spell he's maintaining. ]

Griffon. Surely you couldn't do the work any faster?

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[ Anything you want, genuinely. Hit up my march cr meme comment if you want to plan something! ]

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[Klaudia's never been one to be the Muscle in a job like this. That's better left to those who are bigger and stronger, but it doesn't mean she's entirely unaccustomed to this situation. In fact, she's usually pretty good at making it worse.]

[She hovers near the door with a fire-red falcon perched on her shoulder. She's watching V advance on the ill-fated goblin, but her attention is also on the others in the tavern. The task mentioned a gang, but didn't imply who was a part of that group. It could be anyone, really--and the task also hadn't specified that everyone else should be left alone.]

[So, for the time being, Klaudia turns back to the tavern door and uses a piece of chalk to mark a sigil on the wood, sealing the door to the frame. No one's going to be opening that and leaving any time soon. The windows are probably still viable options of escape, though.]

Hello, welcome to the party, everyone~! The venue is now closed, and the show is about to commence. Our guest of honor tonight is Greg the Goblin, so please stay in your seats if you don't want a fresh beating. Collateral damage will not be compensated~.

[Maybe they'll get bonus points by making the goblin a social pariah after the night is over.]

Ya heard the lady! You're fucked, Greggo!

[ Griffon lets out a ferocious scream. He may no longer have his electric magic to rely on, but he is still a large, dangerous creature. He swoops through the room with his talons flexed, causing goblins to panic and duck. V and his creatures really don't seem at all concerned with harming innocent bystanders. The assumption is that anyone choosing to stay and fight back is fair game.

The arachne is menacing a small group of goblins, harrying them with shadow magic that makes them jump at their own shadows quite literally. They keep feeling the shadows grab them through the floorboards! It is winding them up into a disorganized panic as they climb and stumble over one another in fear.

It's almost as if that was their intention. V lacks conventional strength, but he is a vicious tactician with a wicked streak. He knew what it would look like if he came in here backed up by multiple demonic creatures and some good scare tactics.

V hooks the head of his cane into the back of Greg's shirt as he tries to escape and spins him around back into the center of the room. V kicks aside some fallen chairs casually to clear more room. ]

Now, now. You're my dance partner for the night.

[ He spreads his hands with a snide curtsey before kneecapping the goblin with the heavy cane. ]

Edited (me forgetting what character I'm playing) 2021-03-09 08:44 (UTC)

[Klaudia is content to just watch the action--V seems to have it very well handled, and it's kinda fun to watch him and his creatures work. She feigns a wince as the goblin gets his knees taken out, but she can't hide the grin on her lips.]

I don't think he's very good at dancing~ Looks more like he's used to being a wallflower to me. It might end up being a very short night.

[But despite V's claim on the dance floor, some of the gang don't seem keen on leaving her out of it. She's smaller than he is, which makes her a more appealing target--especially if she can be used as leverage towards getting this madman to stop.]

[The firebird on her shoulder is the first to notice the two goblins coming at them from the side. It gives a peck to Klaudia's shoulder, then takes off for a safer perch. Klaudia, meanwhile, takes a rod of iron from her pocket, brandishing it in one hand like a club as the goblins approach.]

You know, fair warning: This isn't really my song. So maybe you shouldn't insist on cutting in~

[They both dive at her, swinging knives. One gets deflected with her rod, metal scraping on metal; while the other swishes through air. She spins in place, her skirt flaring, and uses the momentum to clock the first goblin solidly in the head with her rod.]

[The second goblin gets another swing in, catching her shoulder as she tries to duck out of the way and stinging something fierce. Her other hand goes to the rod, where she etched a sigil into the iron. Magic flares, and the end of the rod extends and sharpens into a point. Using both hands, she stabs it through the goblin's mid-section.]

Next time-- [She pulls the makeshift dagger out and kicks the creature back away from her with a grimace.] Take a hint, when you're out of your league.

Griffon, if you please!

[ The demon bird looks up from where he was savagely pecking the bajeezus out of a goblin's face. He takes off in a leap, doing a dangerous screaming turn around the entire. The remaining goblins all take an intimidated step back. All except for one who is standing on top of a table, ready and waiting with a hot skillet. He swings it at the bird, catching him and sending Griffon and some roasted potatoes sailing towards Klaudia.

The arachne rises up with a hissing sound in response. She seems huge and terrible. Her pink eyes are wide and unblinking with fury. It seems hitting her comrade is not at all to her liking and she begins stomping her many feet. Any little goblins who end up under her front blades are done for.

V observes this all mildly, as though it doesn't bother him at all. He doesn't look in Griffon's direction, he just puts an arm around Greg's stooped shoulders. He uses the same cane he just hit the goblin with to gesture at the angry spider woman and the shadows thrashing around her. ]

Look what they've done. She's really just... quite upset.

[ Greg is just recovering himself from the raging pain in the leg V took out. He looks up, anger starting to form on his at this act V is putting on. But it's too late, V grabs the back of the goblin's head and smashes his face onto a nearby table, once and then twice. Greg sinks to the floor dizzily. V follows it up by kicking the goblin soundly in the ribs while he's down. ]

Arachne. If you're quite finished playing with your food?

[ The suggestion that the spider is going to eat them ratchets up the panic another notch. V crosses his arms over his chest to observe, smiling expectantly. ]

[Klaudia's just catching her breath and taking a look around the room to see how V's doing, when she's clocked in the chest by a bird and a bunch of potatoes. The wind knocks out of her lungs with an 'oof', and she tumbles onto her backside--but at least it's a softer landing for Griffon than a table or the wall.]

[As for Klaudia, she's going to wince and shift her tail out from under her, but she's not getting up yet.]

...You okay? [She gives Griffon a tentative look-over to see how bad that hit was, allowing him sit in her lap for the moment if he needs it. She doesn't have her healing magic anymore, but she knows a bit of mundane medicine in a pinch.]

[ Griffon gives a hammy moan, flopping in her lap. Meanwhile, V surveys the chaos they've wrought on this barroom, smiling to himself with pleasure. He gives dear Greg one more cheerful kick to the side before he comes over to Klaudia and the downed demon. ]

We should leave, before my spell dissipates and they regain their strength. Do you mind carrying him?

[ For someone who was just giving the boots to a goblin, he sure is calm. ]

[It's hard to tell just how injured Griffon is from that moan alone. He could be playing it up, or he could be honestly injured--she can't actually tell. So when V makes it over to them, she makes sure Griffon's wings are folded around himself, and she scoops the bird up to be cradled against her chest. Then she gets to her feet.]

Don't worry; I've got him.

[Over her shoulder, she calls back to her own familiar, perched up in the rafters:] Favi! We're leaving! [And the fiery red bird glides down to perch on Klaudia's shoulder again, just as she's shifting Griffon's weight to one arm so she can chalk a sigil onto the door again. With a flash of magic, the wooden door separates itself from the rest of the wall, though it'll probably never sit right in the frame again. Not really her problem.]

Lead the way. I'll be right behind you.

[ V doesn't call out specifically to Arachne, he wants to leave the impression for a moment longer that he's going to leave the spider woman there to terrorize them further. He strolls out of the establishment confidently, but then definitely motions to Klaudia to haul ass with him. They don't want to be anywhere near here about fifteen minutes from now.

V's no athlete, he can run a certain amount before he tucks them into a side alley.

The spider woman crawls out of the shadows there, peering at the assemblage in eerie silence. But then she's always like that. ]

Alright, Griffon. Let's take a look.

That shit fuckin' hurt, V.

[Klaudia herself is not a great runner, but she manages to keep up, even if she's breathing heavily when they finally do stop. She immediately flops down on a discarded crate, doubling over as she catches her breath. Hopefully she didn't jostle Griffon too much with all of that running.]

[And speaking of the demon bird... She sits up a little straighter when V addresses his companion, loosening her grip and letting the bird sit in her lap again.]

Getting hit that hard usually does. [The gentle verbal prodding is accompanied by physical prodding as she puts her hands along Griffon's back and ribs to check for injuries. She's familiar with taking care of the chickens on their ship, when the dumb birds get knocked around the hold during storms... Basically the same thing, really. Just a larger bird.]

Can you spread your wings? Anything feel broken?

[ The bird spreads his wings with pathetic and contrived slowness. The primary difference between him and a chicken is the actual strength of his bones. He may be a much smaller demon than he used to be, but he is still a demon. ]

You really should have dodged that.

[ V observes, still without that much sympathy. ]

Can't teleport like I'm used to!

Hm. We'll need to run some drills then. You're getting fat from all the food you've been eating too.

[ ...Nope, V's not real sympathetic. ]

You hear this shit, Klaudia?

[Klaudia feels long Griffon's wings for any breaks, but she's also hard-pressed not to laugh at their banter. She does at least grin in amusement. Griffon seems to be without any serious injuries as far as she can tell, both from her check-up and from the way V seems unconcerned. If Griffon was really hurt, she figures V would be taking this much more seriously.]

I am hearing this. Sounds like you're getting lazy. [Teasing Griffon is just too fun. She'll let him fold his wings back in, but she gives him a scritch on his head feathers.] If you're going to be running drills, I could make you an obstacle course.

[ there isn't much time to think, and fighting is out of the question for now. if he was in his full form, then running would not even be on his mind. there's little time to worry on that however.

he's sprinting faster up ahead when he skids to a stop and turns, watching V throw the package up to the bird who squawks angrily at him. vergil seethes and turns back, rushing to grab the man's wrist. ]

Don't be so pathetic! You have legs, make use of them!

[ Then you shouldn't have created me to be so pathetic! This is not what V says. Bickering about the injustices done to him will get them nowhere right now. So instead, he just grimaces and tries to keep up. Things aren't as dire with his physical form as they were when he was literally crumbling to dust, but he's still hardly athletic.

It doesn't take long before his lungs start to burn, pain and weakness flaring in his legs. Fuck. ]

Vergil! I can't outrun a horse!

[ Please hear me and understand me right now, bud. I'm human. ]

[ vergil stops when he feels v slow, his eyes full of disdain as he turns to look down on him. they are in even less of a position to fight this monster. he looks away and thinks. ]

What of your magic? What are you capable of?

[ He stares back at Vergil defiantly. There's nothing worse than feeling the half-demon's disdain on him, it's like a wet cloak, just strangling him and pulling him down. V turns his head to stare at the dullahan grimly. ]

I can slow it down temporarily, but I need enough time to cast the hex.

[ And he's kind of a sitting duck while he does it. ]

Then I'll buy you time.

[ from afar, the sound of the horse hooves slamming into the ground booms louder. the dark silhouette of the headless rider races toward them in the distance, prepared to mow them down. vergil steps ahead and pulls out his blade. all the while cracks form in the ground in front of him, tree roots springing out from the spaces. ]

If you fail, we're both dead.

[ so don't mess it up, or get any ideas. ]

I understand.

[ V takes a deep breath, stepping back behind the cover that Vergil provides and setting his feet. His magic was once very specifically influenced by Vergil himself and the nightmares he had cut loose. It's different now. The source of his magic is now a tormented spider woman, magic is now a sticky web that he manipulates in his mind.

His hands move in the air, almost like he's playing some kind of invisible instrument. But that's the web, those are the threads that he controls. Did you know that a spider's web is part of it's memory? It has such interesting implications for magic and what might be shared between creatures who lay hands upon the same web.

What he's creating out of these thoughts and vibrations is a specific hex. It gathers between his hands, something in the same bright pink color as his arachne's eyes. When it is finally solidified in the real world, V steps out from behind his protector and flings it. It spreads almost like a net but it floats as if it weighs nothing and as if it has something of a mind of its own. It grabs. It reaches.

The pink hex wraps itself aggressively around the dullahan and horse. They are still able to thrash around and resist, but the charge has been stopped until the faerie fights its way loose. ]

Let's go, it will get loose soon.

[Meanwhile here Ken was out and about enjoying his day. Despite March being a rather difficult time in his life, he was determined to make himself enjoy his time around the place! After all, the last thing he wanted was to mope around and do nothing.

Right now, all Ken was doing was out and about playing soccer with his pet dog, Koromaru. Trying his best to enjoy the bright afternoon, he was going to have fun today.]

[ A large shape drifts in to the open field, the shadow of some creature overhead. It has a wide wingspan and seems to be circling and circling and circling overhead. It's watching them, and waiting for the right time to strike... When the boy and dog seem to be having maximum fun, the demon dives from overheard. ]

Bombs away! Ahahahahaha!

[ A loud, grating voice from a above draws their eyes upwards only to be met by the sight of a large vulture (?) coming right at them. It's strange beak open in some kind of terrible bird scream and its talons bared. ]

Hit the deck fuckers!

[Meanwhile, Ken had no idea what was going on. All he heard was the sound of a loud bird screaming out something. Looking around, he immediately saw the loud vulture before putting his entire body to the ground. At the same time, Koromaru gave a loud whine.]

What was that for?! What are doing?

[He shouted as he looked at the animal. No seriously, what were they doing anyway?]

[ Griffon just laughs obnoxiously, circling overhead before taking another dive. This goes on for a few more dive bombs before V notices that the bird is missing.

The sorcerer in question is the figure in black who appears at the tree, his brows pinched and his mouth frowning in annoyance. He does not like to run, so he simply curses his own bird from a distance. Griffon's wings suddenly seize up, depriving him of control of his movements. So his dive bomb becomes a face-first smash into the crash.

V walks over to join them at a leisurely pace. ]

I apologize for him.

[Ken really had no idea what the bird was doing but whatever it was, it only made his familiar all the more mad. Almost immediately, the snowman popped right up. As he walked over to the bird, he placed his fist up in the air to suggest what he did was not nice at all!

At the same time, Ken was still on the ground giving a small sigh. Right now, all he wanted to do was lay here and wondered how did he get himself to another mess. Although, his thoughts had to be cut short as he heard a voice from behind.]

No, it's okay. I know the feeling of a mischievous familiar who likes to create havoc.

[He said as Jack Frost pokes the bird for an answer!]

I ain't no familiar! I'm my own damn demon!

[ Griffon protests pathetically. V just gives the bird another frowning glower of disapproval. ]

As he says, he retains some of his demonic attitudes when it comes to havoc. That does not, however, excuse him harassing innocent people in a public park!

[ V's voice rises slightly, like a dad scolding his unruly children and using a stern voice. ]

[The moment Griffon started shouting, the poor snowman had to take a few steps back before placing his hands up! Although, that didn't stop him from giving a frown.

Why so rude?]

I can see that but I don't think my familiar is very happy about that.

[Just as he said that, Jack Frost started to poke said familiar once more. He'll show Griffon just who he is messing with!]

[ Griffon snaps his beaks ineffectually at Jack Frost. ]

Back off, bub! I'll get ya when this damn spell wears off!

[ V crosses his arms. ]

You could try apologizing, Griffon.

Over my dead body!

[And this is where the snowman started to get mad! If he wasn't going to apologize, then it was in his every right to annoy the bird! As he kept on poking him, all Ken could do was take the snowman's arm before slowly dragging him away.]

C'mon now, you don't need to be so childish. How about let's just start over and introduce ourselves?

[Because there was no fighting here!]

That's Griffon.

[ V supplies this wryly, walking over to pick the demon bird up. He grabs one of the bird's wings between two fingers; like he is a piece of roadkill. ]

And you can call me V.

I ain't gotta make nice with that dumpy little snowman!

[As the snowman was stomping his foot down, he was demanding his partner to let him have at it! Trying his best to get closer to him, all Ken held his ground as he continued his grip on him.]

It's nice to meet you, V-san and Griffon-san. My name is Ken and this is Jack Frost.

[He said before looking at his familiar. Despite the introduction, all the snowman could do was give a small pout.]

I'm sorry about him, he's...not very happy right now.

[And what an understatement that was!]

Where are the two of you from?

[ Inquired with total politeness and civility. Maybe they can cheer the little snowman up if he gets a little more attention. Also if Griffon shuts the hell up. But will he ever?? ]

Oh boo hoo, Jack Frost! Go cry me a blizzard.

Just a moment, please.

[ V has been learning dark magic from a spider creature. Her way of manipulating magic was through a kind of web structure that she has been slowly teaching V how to pluck the different strands of to more and more complex effect. A single target silence hex is simple enough though, he can do it one-handed. It causes a faint pink glow at his fingers, which he stuffs unceremoniously into Griffon's mouth. The bird chokes on it a little, coughing and then falling very noticeably silent. ]

That should do it.

[Now that was the problem. How can Ken explain to V that he was from a world where he already knew the concept of a familiar without having to give him a very long detailed explanation of why.

Although before Ken could say anything, he just raised an eyebrow at V. Although, he had to admit, he couldn't help but chuckle a little.]

I suppose he had it coming if he's treating people that way! But I can't say Jack Frost was all that nice either!

[He said before the snowman gave him a light punch on the shoulder.] But I'm from a place called Iwadotai. I'm guessing you're not familiar with the name, are you?

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[OPEN] | MARCH CATCH ALL & DARK QUESTS | V

Greg Gonna Get Ganked: Active Option

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he's just about done

sorry for the delay!

np I had a slow week myself

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don't lose your head

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Wildcard

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