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isleofavalon2020-12-14 06:21 am
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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