[open] march catch-all

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🧙 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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[Claude reacts quickly, snagging the thief by the collar before pulling him into a chokehold, then grabbing the stolen pouch the thief had tied to his belt. All the while the thief is still resisting, struggling to get away.]

I admire your tenacity and all-- [Claude says between gritted teeth,] but what I admire even more is people who know when to throw in the towel--!

[The thief slams his elbow into Claude's stomach, forcing him to let Snagglefoot go. Evidently predicting he'd try something like that, Claude had already stuck his foot out, so the thief goes tripping right over and crashing down to the ground.]

...Oops?

[morns]

( well. this is entertaining and all, but if this guy tries to run away again after faceplanting into the ground, Kate may just lose it. already well acquainted with the benefits of telekinesis (least that's one benefit of years in the army), she's spotted a rope hanging by the stables, unused and therefore perfect for borrowing. pulling it from this distance requires a bit more effort, but she manages it, yanking it off the hook and sending it flying at the guy while he still lies prone on the ground. )

Y'wanna tie him up.

( she's pretty sure this guy gets that, because people who don't generally don't have the wit to think to trip someone up after being winded by them. she was impressed.

and when it comes to telekinesis... it's still the detail work, the weaving rope around and tying it, that's proving more difficult for her to master, and she's not willing to fiddle around with that mid-capture.

for however long it lasts until he's back at this, anyway. )

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[Claude's still a little winded, but Snagglefoot is slow to recover too, so it gives him a chance to grab the rope and pin the guy with his knee. He wraps it around and ties it in a tight knot, one he knows would be impossible for a prisoner to escape from.]

Thanks. [He puffs, getting to his feet and dragging Snagglefoot up with him.]

[morns]

( it's only when the guy is tied up that Kate moves, walking over to where the two men are and inspecting the knot work.

... okay, so knot work isn't something she knows so much about, but it looks pretty secure. )

Y'alright?

( not that she can help with being winded, but it seems like the thing people would normally say. )

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[He nods, still breathless, but his grip on the thief is firm. Likewise, Snagglefoot isn't making much progress struggling against the ropes.]

Thanks for the save. If he'd given me the slip, we could've been playing cat and mouse all day, at that rate.

[morns]

( she has to wonder how long this will hold that guy, given that she's seen him running about, ripe for the catching, more than once this month. )

Think he likes it. ( she looks down at an all too familiar face to punctuate her sentence, a wordless don't'cha? that comes with the raise of her brows. ) Not his first time.

( probably not his last, sadly enough. )

You want a hand getting him back?