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Who: Caesar & YOU
What: December shenanigans
When: December
Where: Quests and dumbassery, oh my
Warnings: will add as needed
A
[A fire lion seemed like a foe to test his new abilities against. His hamon is long gone-through a gift he made to a friend and because of this world's own ploy. Light magic itself hadn't appealed to him in the slightest and learning from square one was more frustrating than he cared to admit, especially when he ignored the unicorn in lieu of learning on his own.
It became easier when he teamed up with the beast-the magic still new, still fresh, still weak compared to hamon, but what he lacks in a sparring partner, he can make up with some nightmarish cat.
The problem is he prefers to fight fire with fire and that's an element he currently lacks. The intense flames easily burn away the makeshift shield he created and-
You know what? It's close enough. He moves to literally punch the fire coated creature, his hand covered with a small light shield to hopefully lessen the burn he'll receive.]
-This beast! You're going down! Go slink back to your cavern!
B
[You know what? He didn't particularly want to go on this foraging quest. This is better suited for the less combat oriented of the newcomers, but somehow he had been lured in by beautiful woman's smile, her words, ended up on the ride and well-
She played him. 'It won't take long' she said a few hours ago, right before she had taken the sleigh when his back was turned and gone back without another word.
Which led to him being stranded out here, collecting knickknacks and sticks and herbs like some kind of chipmunk because apparently she won't come back until he can text her a picture of the hoard. He's only moderately offended he fell for this trick. A little impressed, actually, and only 50% mad about it.
And Ole Zeppeli is resigned to this forest hoarding fate-because she had mentioned something about a date and you know what? A few sticks are a small price to pay.
That is until he sees an out in the form of an oncoming sleigh and suddenly he's reminded that, wait, he doesn't need to work like this to get a date and something something pride. He won't be played by anyone.]
Are you headed back or here to collect items?
C
[They hit his familiar first.
The unicorn had shaken off the residual snow with a snort and a shake of its mane-a sight that made him laugh under his breath now that the well-earned sangria was warming his throat. Their tentative bond has only begun to form on his end and the creature itself? Is sometimes an asshole. It deserves that cold, snowy smack against its face.
Then they hit him-square in the nose and with enough force to make some of his drink slosh out of his cup and slide down his fingers.
And he's up in an instant with all the dramatic flair of someone whose entire bloodline was offended by a snowball and now he has the single-minded quest of restoring it through an attack of his own. The rest of the drink goes down his throat because a ) he earned it and b ) it's giving him some kind of weird control over his own ability. He'll take it, honestly, even if he doesn't entirely trust this magical shortcut.
It's 5v2. 5v1 really because horses lack the fingers to make snowballs and that's really the true tragedy of this moment, but-
Anyone stumbling upon him hours into this unrelenting fight will be met with many sights-five teenagers who look delighted at this turn of events and have armed themselves behind hastily made snow barriers and Caesar, who is using his magic to his full advantage here.
There are multiple snowballs heading towards the kids-far more than one person could feasibly make. There are maybe 50 of them soaring across the sky and it's only when they make "contact" that most of them shatter into shards of light. Look, he's got to trick them. They're sly and it works for the most part-they try to avoid the 'fake snowballs' and manage to get hit with real ones.
Any passerby will find themselves meeting the same fate-whether it's being hit with an actual snowball or jump-scared by a sudden snowy illusion. Caesar doesn't look concerned either way-he's busy!!]
Give up, fools!
D
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drowninginpears
What: December shenanigans
When: December
Where: Quests and dumbassery, oh my
Warnings: will add as needed
A
[A fire lion seemed like a foe to test his new abilities against. His hamon is long gone-through a gift he made to a friend and because of this world's own ploy. Light magic itself hadn't appealed to him in the slightest and learning from square one was more frustrating than he cared to admit, especially when he ignored the unicorn in lieu of learning on his own.
It became easier when he teamed up with the beast-the magic still new, still fresh, still weak compared to hamon, but what he lacks in a sparring partner, he can make up with some nightmarish cat.
The problem is he prefers to fight fire with fire and that's an element he currently lacks. The intense flames easily burn away the makeshift shield he created and-
You know what? It's close enough. He moves to literally punch the fire coated creature, his hand covered with a small light shield to hopefully lessen the burn he'll receive.]
-This beast! You're going down! Go slink back to your cavern!
B
[You know what? He didn't particularly want to go on this foraging quest. This is better suited for the less combat oriented of the newcomers, but somehow he had been lured in by beautiful woman's smile, her words, ended up on the ride and well-
She played him. 'It won't take long' she said a few hours ago, right before she had taken the sleigh when his back was turned and gone back without another word.
Which led to him being stranded out here, collecting knickknacks and sticks and herbs like some kind of chipmunk because apparently she won't come back until he can text her a picture of the hoard. He's only moderately offended he fell for this trick. A little impressed, actually, and only 50% mad about it.
And Ole Zeppeli is resigned to this forest hoarding fate-because she had mentioned something about a date and you know what? A few sticks are a small price to pay.
That is until he sees an out in the form of an oncoming sleigh and suddenly he's reminded that, wait, he doesn't need to work like this to get a date and something something pride. He won't be played by anyone.]
Are you headed back or here to collect items?
C
[They hit his familiar first.
The unicorn had shaken off the residual snow with a snort and a shake of its mane-a sight that made him laugh under his breath now that the well-earned sangria was warming his throat. Their tentative bond has only begun to form on his end and the creature itself? Is sometimes an asshole. It deserves that cold, snowy smack against its face.
Then they hit him-square in the nose and with enough force to make some of his drink slosh out of his cup and slide down his fingers.
And he's up in an instant with all the dramatic flair of someone whose entire bloodline was offended by a snowball and now he has the single-minded quest of restoring it through an attack of his own. The rest of the drink goes down his throat because a ) he earned it and b ) it's giving him some kind of weird control over his own ability. He'll take it, honestly, even if he doesn't entirely trust this magical shortcut.
It's 5v2. 5v1 really because horses lack the fingers to make snowballs and that's really the true tragedy of this moment, but-
Anyone stumbling upon him hours into this unrelenting fight will be met with many sights-five teenagers who look delighted at this turn of events and have armed themselves behind hastily made snow barriers and Caesar, who is using his magic to his full advantage here.
There are multiple snowballs heading towards the kids-far more than one person could feasibly make. There are maybe 50 of them soaring across the sky and it's only when they make "contact" that most of them shatter into shards of light. Look, he's got to trick them. They're sly and it works for the most part-they try to avoid the 'fake snowballs' and manage to get hit with real ones.
Any passerby will find themselves meeting the same fate-whether it's being hit with an actual snowball or jump-scared by a sudden snowy illusion. Caesar doesn't look concerned either way-he's busy!!]
Give up, fools!
D
[Wildcard yeehaw hmu with whatever or
C
So when he felt a snowball his way, his first instinct was to glare at his familiar. In return, the snowman just looked at him with his hands up suggesting he didn't do anything!
Although, that was before he was greeted with the sound of a voice nearby.]
Are you kidding me? Why are all the adults like this here?
[Maybe it was because he was use to seeing people older than him acting more maturely. However, here? He wasn't so sure. He mumbled to himself before attempting to hide and grabbing a snowball of his own.
In the meantime, his own familiar didn't care. He just threw whatever snowballs at whomever!
ooc: If the prompt isn't okay, let me know!]
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He notes another newcomer into the 'battlefield'-two, actually, if he counts the blitzball throwing familiar that's aiming well enough to hit his leg directly.]
Stay out of this, kid! This isn't your fight!
[Another warning-his last one before he lets loose a snowball he's packing behind a tree directly towards Ken.]
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I think it's a little too late for that. I don't know what happened but I think the other party thinks I'm on your team now.
[He said before grabbing a handful of snow. In doing so, he couldn't help but chuckle.] It seems like you're really into it though!
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If he's going to help, Caesar will accept it. He points at one snarky teen in particular.
Being into it is a generous understatement.]
Then we'll take them down together! They won't win. Don't let them hit you!
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Oh trust me, I won't. Not when I can do this!
[Here, he was hoping to impress the older man by having his snowball turn into some kind of animal.
But alas, the moment he threw it? It turned into a small rabbit. Now what?]
A
The princess had been standing back a bit, trying to formulate some sort of plan on how she could actually battle this thing when she spotted the man rushing the creature with his fists in the lead.
"Oh no! He's going to injure himself!" she spoke aloud and looked to her familiar, a demon cat with cream coloring, seal markings at his points.
Haruki just looked to the side and put his paws behind his head with a do what you want expression.
And that was exactly what she was going to do. She took off, recklessly rushing head first into danger. There was no way Zelda couldn't just let this man get hurt!
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His fist makes contact-the flames burning the skin against the edges of the makeshift shield that's acting more like a glove to lessen the fire's burden, instead of blocking it outright.
"Don't! I can handle the beast-get out of here!"
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"No! I cannot stand by knowing another is in danger and hurting. There must be something I can do!"
Her tone and posture was defiant and left little room for argument.
Unfortunately, Zelda did not notice that the beast set its sights on her as it still appeared to be focused on the man and her main concern was more towards that man and his wounds.
She wanted to run straight up there and heal the burns that the man had sustained as direct contact would provide a more effective and faster heal; as she had learned through previous experience. But she also wasn't stupid. So Zelda did the next best thing and sent a ranged healing spell towards him in hopes that it would provide at least a little relief.
However, not only was the creature's attention swayed by the apparent easier meal, but any distraction the man had provided was overridden by the origin of the greenish glow that enveloped his hand.
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The girl stands there at least-doesn't throw herself into the midst of battle and that's one solace. The second is-
The way the stinging sensation in his hand starts to wither-his fingers are coated in something that almost feels like hamon. It's comfortable. It's nice. Reminds him of the power Suzi wields.
He doesn't need the help. That's his firm belief, despite the lion's endurance matching his own and its malicious intent is clear. It's made even more obvious when its eyes dart to the girl and it lets out a mighty roar, ready to lunge at the new prey.
Dammit!
He reaches forward to grip at its flame coated mane and tug it back towards him-focus here.
"Keep your distance! The beast may go for you at a moment's notice."
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However, she did notice the beast's eyes shift her way and she used the distraction to send a ranged healing spell in the man's direction; the magic washing over his form closing any would or burns and provides a soothing sensation.
Zelda also used the opportunity, once the man had wrenched the creature's head to face back at him, to send another spell. One that would allow for increased strength.
"There. I have done what I can. It is your choice to use it." she yelled, still refusing to leave.