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isleofavalon2021-05-04 03:15 am
flamekthunder) wrote in isleofavalon2021-05-04 03:15 am
second shot ⊗ open may log
🧙 WHO: Eustace and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: various quests and things like random snowballs thrown around in the training grounds
🕒 WHEN: throughout May
🗺️ WHERE: various
⚠️ WARNINGS: none except for any potential violence that might happen in the combat oriented prompts
⊗ a: snowball mayhem
⊗ b: task - no buccaing out
⊗ c: task - holo, goodbye (a dunked wolf)
⊗ d: honey over vinegar
⊗ e: bullheaded approach
⊗ f: wildcard
⚔️️ WHAT: various quests and things like random snowballs thrown around in the training grounds
🕒 WHEN: throughout May
🗺️ WHERE: various
⚠️ WARNINGS: none except for any potential violence that might happen in the combat oriented prompts
⊗ a: snowball mayhem
[After a month of getting the basics down, it's time to try and take it to the next step...which really isn't all that big, but progress is progress. Although his specialty seems to be in lightning magic, he feels out which element he might be able to use more easily next—and turns out it's ice. Given his familiar is a snow wolf and his own snowy origins, that might not be too surprising. And this same wolf is going to cause him problems.
While trying to focus on the output of energy for creating basic ice patches and shards of ice the size of small daggers, he feels something wet and cold hit the back of his head. Turning around he sees his familiar with a wolfish grin, a snowball floating in the air as her tail wags slyly from the side to side.]
I'm in the middle of training, this is no time to—
[He ducks his head to the side to avoid the oncoming snowball (so hopefully someone else didn't get hit—). He tries to go back to his exercises, but when he feels another snowball pelt him, a brow twitches and he gives his wolf a look before it occurs to him that maybe this "play" might not be the worst idea as a form of training. Slowly he extends his hand and concentrates. It's small, half the size of his palm, but a ball of snow forms. Seeing it his familiar's eyes brighten and more appear around her.]
Fine, have it your way.
[And so there is a strange sight of the Erune chucking small to medium size snowballs at a wolf who returns fire—and cheats by firing multiple. So if anyone is around the Training Grounds, they may or may not get suddenly hit by stray snowballstotally his wolf's fault—.]
While trying to focus on the output of energy for creating basic ice patches and shards of ice the size of small daggers, he feels something wet and cold hit the back of his head. Turning around he sees his familiar with a wolfish grin, a snowball floating in the air as her tail wags slyly from the side to side.]
I'm in the middle of training, this is no time to—
[He ducks his head to the side to avoid the oncoming snowball (so hopefully someone else didn't get hit—). He tries to go back to his exercises, but when he feels another snowball pelt him, a brow twitches and he gives his wolf a look before it occurs to him that maybe this "play" might not be the worst idea as a form of training. Slowly he extends his hand and concentrates. It's small, half the size of his palm, but a ball of snow forms. Seeing it his familiar's eyes brighten and more appear around her.]
Fine, have it your way.
[And so there is a strange sight of the Erune chucking small to medium size snowballs at a wolf who returns fire—and cheats by firing multiple. So if anyone is around the Training Grounds, they may or may not get suddenly hit by stray snowballs
⊗ b: task - no buccaing out
[Being underwater...is not something he's really used to, but with his animal magic he might be able to do something. Anyway, time to strategize as they gear up for the dive! Or are already swimming down there.]
I did some research and these nudibranchs do have their own natural predators. I'm not confident I could transform into one of them and be able to fight them, but I could try communicating with any nearby to help. [They'd probably like a free meal.] Unfortunately my strength is in lightning magic and I'm only beginning to work on ice, so those might not be as useful.
You?
[Of course he could try transforming into a crab or turtle, but he'll be open to other ideas and using whatever strengths they have.]
I did some research and these nudibranchs do have their own natural predators. I'm not confident I could transform into one of them and be able to fight them, but I could try communicating with any nearby to help. [They'd probably like a free meal.] Unfortunately my strength is in lightning magic and I'm only beginning to work on ice, so those might not be as useful.
You?
[Of course he could try transforming into a crab or turtle, but he'll be open to other ideas and using whatever strengths they have.]
⊗ c: task - holo, goodbye (a dunked wolf)
[Seems like a straightforward quest and for a good cause, and when he arrives at the river he can't help but watch the rocks and festive faeries in some appreciative wonder. It might not be all that quiet being a festive time and all, but it is a reflection of a type of peace he can appreciate. So despite the "noise," he's rather relaxed and just takes his time to somewhat enjoy the atmosphere.
But right. Job to do. He'll be crouching down by the banks, deliberating on which rock to take and whether he should try wading further out to inspect the others (he has a feeling this old woman is going to get quite a lot of these...). Just as he's reaching down to take pluck a potential candidate out, he hears some mischievous giggling. He can already guess some of the more playful (and probably drunk) faeries and pixies are plotting something, but he pays little mind.
Until one flies up to brush against his ears. He's momentarily distracted and glances up at the one who had bothered him, but realizes a bit too late it was a diversion. There's a strong gust of a wind, a loosening of soil, and...]
—!
[KERSPLASH! That is one Society agent being sent straight into the water. He's at least able to catch himself, but there's a small wave of water that splashes him as well. And although he can't see or hear it, he can sense his familiar rolling around laughing at his demise. He'll just sigh and stand, shaking off the water.
And if someone happens to be around to witness and staring at him, he'll just stare back and ask in a flat voice:]
Want me to pick a rock for you?
[HE'S ALREADY IN HERE, MIGHT AS WELL.
Otherwise, when not soaked, he may be found sitting under a tree observing the faerie festivities, his hand idly brushing through his familiar's fur as she rests her head on his lap.]
But right. Job to do. He'll be crouching down by the banks, deliberating on which rock to take and whether he should try wading further out to inspect the others (he has a feeling this old woman is going to get quite a lot of these...). Just as he's reaching down to take pluck a potential candidate out, he hears some mischievous giggling. He can already guess some of the more playful (and probably drunk) faeries and pixies are plotting something, but he pays little mind.
Until one flies up to brush against his ears. He's momentarily distracted and glances up at the one who had bothered him, but realizes a bit too late it was a diversion. There's a strong gust of a wind, a loosening of soil, and...]
—!
[KERSPLASH! That is one Society agent being sent straight into the water. He's at least able to catch himself, but there's a small wave of water that splashes him as well. And although he can't see or hear it, he can sense his familiar rolling around laughing at his demise. He'll just sigh and stand, shaking off the water.
And if someone happens to be around to witness and staring at him, he'll just stare back and ask in a flat voice:]
Want me to pick a rock for you?
[HE'S ALREADY IN HERE, MIGHT AS WELL.
Otherwise, when not soaked, he may be found sitting under a tree observing the faerie festivities, his hand idly brushing through his familiar's fur as she rests her head on his lap.]
⊗ d: honey over vinegar
[Eustace is between options for which would be the best (except war, that one is out), and he finds himself going through the various gatherings to hear more on each side's perspective. Really he hadn't intended to be part of this, but a basket got shoved in his hands and he's in the orchard. ...Well, maybe he can use this for a training exercise—specifically his animal transformations. Dogs he has down pat, but what about other animals? So don't mind if you witness a small silvery, gray bird or a floofy cat of similar coloring flying and climbing up trees to gather the sweets.
And if someone is by a wasp filled nest, they'll hear the bird or cat suddenly speak out to them.]
Watch it, there's a wasp's nest. I'll get them for you, just tell me what you want.
[Of course he limits his transformations to when he's actually about to be in the tree so as not to use too much of his energy.]
And if someone is by a wasp filled nest, they'll hear the bird or cat suddenly speak out to them.]
Watch it, there's a wasp's nest. I'll get them for you, just tell me what you want.
[Of course he limits his transformations to when he's actually about to be in the tree so as not to use too much of his energy.]
⊗ e: bullheaded approach
[Can this city not have attacks or something he's only been here for a month and it seems to be in constant peril—
1. A Stone's Throw from Revenge: Dog Rescue. When a boulder crashes into a building nearby, Eustace's first instinct is to check if anyone is hurt or trapped. Although he'd like to deal with the minotaur as well, helping the people is his current priority—and he ends up forming a kind of "dog search" rescue team. So anyone helping might suddenly find a wolfish dog bounding in.]
I hear voices, dig over here!
[Don't question the deep voiced, wolf, move people! A few other dogs Eustace managed to gather will also help in trying to find and dig out anyone in need. Perhaps it's you who needs help?
And for anyone who wants to hunt down the Minotaur, Eustace will be more than willing to oblige as a partner.
2. There's Safety in Numbers. Whether on purpose or on accident, the two are now bound together thanks to the recipe, and depending on who he's stuck with, this could be fine or a disaster. Regardless, it's not very ideal and he just presses his fingertips to his brows as he sighs.]
Since there's nothing to be done, let's coordinate our movements and try not to get in each other's way.
[They are ultimately supposed to be helping the affected victims so...this can be done, right?]
1. A Stone's Throw from Revenge: Dog Rescue. When a boulder crashes into a building nearby, Eustace's first instinct is to check if anyone is hurt or trapped. Although he'd like to deal with the minotaur as well, helping the people is his current priority—and he ends up forming a kind of "dog search" rescue team. So anyone helping might suddenly find a wolfish dog bounding in.]
I hear voices, dig over here!
[Don't question the deep voiced, wolf, move people! A few other dogs Eustace managed to gather will also help in trying to find and dig out anyone in need. Perhaps it's you who needs help?
And for anyone who wants to hunt down the Minotaur, Eustace will be more than willing to oblige as a partner.
2. There's Safety in Numbers. Whether on purpose or on accident, the two are now bound together thanks to the recipe, and depending on who he's stuck with, this could be fine or a disaster. Regardless, it's not very ideal and he just presses his fingertips to his brows as he sighs.]
Since there's nothing to be done, let's coordinate our movements and try not to get in each other's way.
[They are ultimately supposed to be helping the affected victims so...this can be done, right?]
⊗ f: wildcard
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[Zidane tilts his head.]
Seems like there's people that do it all the time...
[The internet was still weird to him, but hey, people like it.]
[While Eustace deliberates, Zidane's going to eat. Hooray, food.]
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...Is that so?
[...He can honestly see a few people he knows doing the same, and when he looks up he notices many people in the neighboring tables are taking pictures of their orders, some even doing silly poses or holding a puppy.
...
........
He feels a bit silly, but... There is a strange desire to do so, and it's worsened when the pup in his lap stirs, most likely smelling the food nearby. With its little paws and mouth resting on the edge of the table staring at Eustace's food, all resolve is shattered and before he knows it, Eustace has his phone out and has taken a picture.]
—Ah.
[WHEN DID HE—]
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[Oh shit, he actually took the photo.]
[ZIDANE HAD KINDA BEEN JOKING, but okay, you know what? Not gonna judge.]
[Nope, just gonna slowly continue eating... even if his tail is wagging behind him.]
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Eustace just. Kind of stares at the photo taken before quietly slipping his phone back into his pocket and... Starts to eat. Slowly. Though no, whining pup, none for you because this probably isn't good for you.]