isleofavalon | [open] march catch-all

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[open] march catch-all

🧙 WHO: Claude and you!
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests, being a nerd, and dumb happenings
🕒 WHEN: Throughout March
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot, the Red Springs and the Broceliande
⚠️ WARNINGS: Nothing yet.

1. RUN SNAGGLEFOOT RUN (QUEST)

[Apprehending thieves is nothing new to Claude, even if he's more accustomed to battling dangerous, heavily-armed bandits than just chasing down someone harmless yet sticky-fingered. Somehow the latter is proving much more elusive, however, and he's chased his target all the way from Camelot on horseback to try and catch up to him before he can make his escape.

Initially he'd managed to hit the thief with a curse to try and slow him down, but Snagglefoot managed to give him the slip when his curse wasn't quite what he wanted: hitting him with a binding curse only managed to immobilise one of his arms rather than his full body.

By the time Claude dismounts his horse at the springs and runs after him, he realises someone has already beaten him to the punch and -- intentionally or otherwise -- is blocking the doorway to the inn the thief had just tried to flee inside. Claude puffs, out of breath, hands on his knees.]

Grab that guy for me... would you...?

[If they hesitate for even a second, the thief might just get away again.]

2. LIBRARY

[Claude's not thrilled about being hurled into another world, what with everything resting on his shoulders at home, but it's also not the first time he's had to adjust quickly to a completely new land. His reaction in this case is to handle things just the same as he first did in Fodlan: get as much information and then some, as quickly as possible, so he can make up for any disadvantage he has in knowledge.

... Maybe he's overdoing it a little, though. It's getting close to closing hours in one of Camelot's libraries, and he still has a huge pile of unfinished books on the reading desk he's seated at, covering subjects as broad as history, magic, flora and fauna, geography, and more.

He yawns, and his familiar, a small cat-sized white wyvern, headbutts his arm -- either for attention, or just to make sure he stays awake. He pets her absently.]

We'll leave soon, just let me finish this chapter first. [He stifles another yawn. He should call it here, but he's also dreading the idea of lugging lots of heavy books back to his room.]

3. BROCELIANDE

[For anyone who might be wandering in the Broceliande, you might hear a voice complaining and cursing through the trees. Follow it to its source and you'll find Claude, who seems to be... kneeling by a stream and... crying? At the very least, there's tears streaming town his cheeks, but on a closer examination he looks more exasperated than upset.]

Ouch ouch ouch...

[He splashes his face with water to try and rinse his stinging eyes, his wyvern keeping a lookout as he does so.]

Owww. I knew I should've left that flower alone. [The wyvern trills in what sounds like agreement, or maybe because she just spotted someone approaching. Hello friend!!]

4. WILDCARD

[Choose your own prompt! If you want to plot anything out, feel free to hit me up via PM or at moonsilver.]

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[Her familiar, the massive, hulking black Barghest hound, cocks his head. His mouth opens and honest to god words come out. The Dog doesn't talk often, but when he does, it's usually something that's going to inconvenience Claire.]

If you ask nicely, we might help you carry all that. Claire here has strong arms. And a bicycle.

[...Prompting an annoyed scowl from the woman, of course.]

[Claude's own familiar doesn't talk, so he's startled to be addressed by the large dog. He blinks at it, and then looks at Claire.]

...Looks like you're being volunteered. Will you and your big strong arms help me? [And since the dog did say to ask nicely...] --Pretty please?

[Claire mumbles something to the effect of: Stupid dog, you make me look bad. which prompts The Dog to open his mouth in a big, doggy grin.]

I guess so. I mean, I'm on my way out anyway.

[A pause.]

New guy in town? I assume you're staying at the hotel like the rest of us?

That's right. [He answers to both questions, moving to stack up an armful of books, before offering her a wink.] Name's Claude. And you're... Claire, right? We're practically matching.

[Claude and Claire, what a pair. Having gathered up as many books as he can manage without it being too heavy to carry, he heads over to the counter to check them out. The librarian is, of course, baffled, but permits it anyway, in the interests of allowing newcomers to learn about Avalon.]

[She moves to take some of the books he'd left, along with her small load. It's fine, she'll get The Dog back at some point.]

I suppose so, Claude. Just two letters off. [Chuckling to herself, she follows along, getting everything checked out, then gathered up and heading towards the door.]

Big reader, then? I did pretty much the same thing when I first got dropped here.

Positively voracious. This place is just so interesting. For example, did you know there's two whole civilisations underwater here? And there are people who live there?

[He heads for the door too, his familiar flitting after him, and uses his shoulder and leg to nudge the door open, holding it for Claire to head out first.]

I can't just explore it all at once, so reading is the next best thing.

[She slides along, shaking her head at her own familiar. Getting her wrapped up with talkative men, huh? The Dog vanishes and reappears outside, his spectral form fuzzing as he does. She isn't actually mad, just exasperated by the odd critter.]

I did know that, yeah. For the same reasons as you. Reading is fundamental.

[She was in that reading program as a kid, and it did stick with her.]

Avalon's so radically different from my home, it's enough to make my head spin.

Mine too. I've done my fair share of travelling around, but I still had a lot to see and do, even in my own world. This goes beyond anything I could've imagined in faraway lands.

[He's almost childishly excited by the prospect of learning more, so it's nice to find someone to have that in common with.]

What's your home like?

Technologically more advanced, but a lot less...green? More cities, more people, and magic isn't real.

[She shrugs, kind of used to all of this.]

Earth is the name of my world, and there seem to be a lot of Earthlings here. What about you? From there, or somewhere else?

Less green? You mean, as in less trees?

[He sort of gets it, even if he has no idea how to envision what she's describing.]

Before I was here, I was in a land called Fodlan. Magic's plenty real there, but it usually takes years of study. Doesn't need a familiar, either.

Yeah. People on Earth cut down a lot of trees to build up cities.

[That's about the best she do can to describe it.]

Fodlan? I've...heard of that place. Uh. Met a big guy named Dimitri a bit ago. D'you know him?

Oh, Dimitri! Yeah, he and I go back a ways.

[He's trying to sound lighthearted about it, but even he can't quite mask how his ever-present smile turns into something of a sad one.]

What did you make of him?

[Claire is relatively perceptive, and catches the slight shift in the air.]

He seems nice enough, but I don't know him well. I mean, we talked for all of twenty minutes while I was helping him find a t-shirt that fit him.

[Doing the Lord's work.]

Something happen between you two? Falling out or something?

Hmm. To cut a long story short, he's been through a lot.

[Which is obvious to anyone looking at a giant unruly-looking guy with an eyepatch, so that doesn't really answer anything -- least of all her question -- but there it is.

Subject change, go!]

What's a t-shirt, anyway?

You don't say.

[His hair alone gives it away. The near feral feel he gave off didn't help. She's reminded of Captain Harlock, honestly.

And don't think she didn't notice. But she's loading her bike's saddlebags up with Claude's books at the moment. there's time for prying later.]

A shirt. Usually with a graphic on it. Like...

[she turns around, rolling back the shoulders of her jacket to show him her shirt]

Mine.

[Claude just stares for a second at the shirt, surprise and disbelief on his face.

Then he barks out a laugh so hard he almost drops his books.]

Hahaha-- oh no-- you didn't get him to wear something like that, did you?

[...A sexy angel image would be so offensive to most followers of the Church on so many levels, which in Claude's mind, makes it hilarious.]

[She giggles, amused and tickled by his own laughter. This guy's a charmer, eh?]

I got him to wear the same style of shirt. The graphic was two knights jousting or something.

[Waving off towards the tournament grounds...]

It was a commemorative shirt for Arthur's first tournament.

[His laughter dies down at that, and he shakes his head.]

Okay, okay, that makes a lot more sense for him. [Still, Claude needed a good laugh. That conversation almost took a turn for the heavy.] Who won the tournament? Any idea?

I don't know who won the grand melee. I wasn't paying attention.

[She shrugs, lifting a hand and conjuring up a globe of shadow that rolls around her palm.]

But I won one of the Dark Magic tournaments. So, that's one thing, at least.

Ah! Perfect. We really do match -- I've got dark magic too. Think you can give me a few tips?

[He's pushing his luck considering she's already helping him carry all this stuff, but who knows, maybe the good old charm will persuade her.]

Maybe. But not tonight.

[She's climbing onto her bike now.]

And, y'know, I'll see when I can fit you into my schedule. I actually am running a business, Claude. But I don't mind sharing a bit, if you can help me out with a few things every now and then, too.

Doesn't have to be right now. I know it's late.

[He'll walk up alongside her while she gets on her bike.]

You want me to help with your business? What do you do?

I have a delivery service. Just running packages around town for people, nothing too crazy.

[She smiles, amused.]

But not with that, I mostly just need help moving some stuff soon. I'm moving out of the hotel in the next month, and a couple of extra hands would make things a lot easier.

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