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[notquitetamed]

🧙 WHO: Hawk and anyone! All prompts are OTA.
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all
🕒 WHEN: Throughout March
🗺️ WHERE: All over Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence and possible spoilers for Ys IX. Will edit if more comes up.


A - Arriving in town
[Hawk wasn't exactly a stranger to being summoned away from a good drink. That was just life as a Monstrum. What was different this time was that there were no creepy red moons, dead looking land or lemures to fight. Instead it was a nice dunking that he really didn't want and a feeling of something just being off along with the disappointment that there won't be a good fight to be had.

And a familiar that has decided it really likes perching on his head. Can't forget that new annoyance. Not long after arriving in the city someone may catch him trying to get the blue-black feathered hawk to stop perching on his head.]

Get off me, you damn bird!

[And with that his fury reaches a level that causes him to accidentally summon a pretty strong gust of wind. Between that and dealing with his familiar, he's thrown off balance and while he tries to regain his balance, it's not enough to prevent him from falling face first into the ground.

At least the bird isn't on his head now. It flew up when it sensed the wind coming and then landed on on his butt. Hawk doesn't exactly care what happens to it and quickly gets up, but he's down for long enough that someone probably saw that. The bird will then resume perching on his head and this time Hawk is just going to let it be. Stupid bird.]

B - Wanna fight?

[Hawk being Hawk, he's not going to exactly be able to go long without a fight under normal circumstances. With this darkness threatening to consume him, he's even more itchy for one. So does your character have a weapon or otherwise look capable of giving a good fight? Well, they are about to get a challenge. He'll be looking in the training grounds and other less populated areas mostly.]

So what do you say to having a bit of fun? My sword against your weapon. Entertain me and I may even let you walk away afterwards.

[He's already got his swords drawn and is ready to go. He won't pursue anyone who runs though, he's just looking to goad someone into fighting him that can possibly match his skill. I'm good with some injuries, feel free to PM or PP me to discuss further on this.]

C - Training Grounds

[This is actually the first time in his life that Hawk found himself not being immediately good at something he tried to do, well besides fighting. Normally he'd try something new and master it right away and then be bored. Instead he tried this and clearly had some talent, but bit himself in the ass with it. It wasn't the same as fighting, but damn it was a rush knowing that using this magic could help him or hurt him and it could make a fight more interesting with that extra thrill. Even using his gift was a risk now because he had to use magic to control his descent rather than just the wings. That he already learned the hard way.

So at various times he can be found trying to practice magic. He's working mostly on effects with air and wind since that's what he has the most affinity with. He'll be trying to aim gusts of wind at targets, with mixed results. Sometimes he's successful, other times it blows back at him or someone else. Other times he can also be seen trying to practice a means to duplicate what his Gift did. While it's not true flight like someone with kinetic magic, he's trying to make use of air magic and his wings to slow his descent like his gift would have done back home. That also has mixed results, but oddly enough despite those mixed results he actually seems to be enjoying himself, as much as he's capable of at least. It might be a bit weird to see someone smiling after failing though.

Feel free to come upon him and offer assistance, or maybe to practice some healing magic on the bruises he's going to have. Or maybe your character gets hit with one of his failures. Did he screw up something your character was doing or flip a girl's skirt up or something else embarrassing? I'm open to some creativity for failed attempts at magic here.]

Wildcard

[Want to try something not listed? Feel free to come up with your own prompt or PM or PP me to run past an idea with me! Also would be cool with migrating TDM threads here for anyone who wants to continue them or doing something new based on a TDM prompt.]

Comments

[notquitetamed]

Well chalk one up to Captain Obvious here. I much prefer "bloodthirsty maniac" but can't be picky about what others call me.

[But even if he think he's right that Keith could be a good fight, Hawk is quickly growing bored of this and at this point he'd rather find someone more easily goaded or willing.]

But looks like you're only capable of boring me, so you get off easy.

[And with that, he's going to use a quick wind spell and a jump and propel himself to the nearest rooftop. It's not as graceful of an exit as he'd wished since he has to grab the roof and pull himself up the rest of the way but better than climbing. He's not the sort to outright start a fight and is far too used to finding willing prey without an issue. Maybe he'd just grown a bit too complacent because his colorful reputation in his world brought all sorts of prey right to him.

Still, he's not exactly making a move to leave the area quite yet.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith quirked an eyebrow, only moving to shield his face from the dust kicked up by the wind spell. He looked up, and then smirked.]

I don't know. Talking tough, but can't even get yourself to the top of the building in your own showy exit. Sounds to me like you're a lot more talk than actual fight.

[Yeah, Keith sounded cocky in response.]

I'd rather be a bore than someone who can't actually finish his own tricks.

[Keith honestly didn't care if someone called his own skills into question anymore. He knew his strengths and weaknesses well enough to be secure about them. But, if someone were to, say, insult his parents... Keith had a very specific set of triggers to get him angry.]

[notquitetamed]

[Well hopefully Keith is still paying attention because above him is the equivalent of a bucket of water now and gravity is about to make it fall onto him. That he at least gets right, he was still working on the one for doing the equivalent of a double jump.]

That's because I'm better at letting my swords do the talking than doing magic tricks. At least I'm not about to be a wet blanket.

[And with that, Hawk is just going to run off via the rooftops.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith reacted on instinct, driving a burst of air upward into the water. It broke the blob apart into smaller drops and made it more like a heavy rain than a full bucket. He was still wet, but he wasn't soaked...

Still, he was definitely annoyed now. He grit his teeth together and shoved his hands to the side, sending that gust of air after his tormenter with the goal of knocking him off his feet during a jump between rooftops.]

[notquitetamed]

[Looks like Keith has a good shot at the roof Hawk just reached. Definitely a bit too much of a gap for a simple jump to the next one. Keith's gust of wind reaches him as he's about to go ahead and do the jump anyhow. As it does, Hawk's casting his own wind magic and a large set of blue-black feathered wings also come out to help him glide over. Between the wings and Hawk's own wind magic, Keith's does have an effect, but only in ruffling some feathers, literally. If it affected his jump, flight or landing, it's not apparent because he lands just fine. The wings go away once he does.

He laughs in response. At least this is mildly amusing because few would actually attempt pursuit. Will Keith continue to try and stop him? Maybe another attempt will work better or he could try to climb up too.]

[tempredmental]

[That laugh hit a nerve. Keith held his hands in front of his chest, palms facing each other, and then took a deep breath before pushing them outward. He'd learned in the past several weeks that his temper was good at enhancing his fire magic, so he channeled that rising anger into a fireball launched at the other guy's back.]