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driftfleet2015-03-16 08:07 pm
theboogieman) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-16 08:07 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- asteffiel,
- aziraphale,
- coil lenn,
- cullen rutherford,
- felix harrowgate,
- garrett hawke,
- krista kingsley,
- lloyd irving,
- nelkeila tarid,
- o'danya mitnu,
- piper halliwell,
- robin redbreast,
- shirley fennes,
- solas,
- stephanie amell,
- tay barnam,
- tekhetsio,
- vash the stampede,
- zelos wilder (bad end),
- zhas
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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.
[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?
this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.
[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?
this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]
ACTION | IN TOWN/THE TEMPLE
He can also be found at the temple, in a quiet corner, hands clasp before him as he kneels in prayer. He doesn't need statues of Andraste to pray. A candle will do.
He's used to the Maker not answering his prayers so it matters not that Thedas is worlds away.
Come pester him, he needs it.]
HI HOW ARE YOU
She was never very good at praying on her own, honestly - she never felt like she was able to phrase what she meant in the right way and... well, maybe Andraste knew her heart, but she'd rather stick to things she knows. Like the Chant.
She doesn't notice Cullen when he comes in because he's off in a corner, probably initially out of sight of where she settles with her candle.
But she does softly begin singing part of the Chant, one of the parts that had always given her hope. Even if Andraste can't hear her prayers, such as they are, she can remind herself not to lose faith. ]
Then the Maker said:
To you, my second-born, I grant this gift:
In your heart shall burn
An unquenchable flame
All-consuming, and never satisfied.
From the Fade I crafted you,
And to the Fade you shall return
Each night in dreams
That you may always remember me.
And then the Maker sealed the gates
Of the Golden City
And there, He dwelled, waiting
To see the wonders
His children would create.
[ Only a matter of time before the familiar melody and familiar words, quiet though they may be, make it over to Cullen, right? ]
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...My Master said to give a small amount of this powder every six hours to any with plague, preferably with water. It should help, he said. If you run out and need more, he's written instructions for your best alchemist to craft. Make sure it's tested on mold before given to people, it's not an easy recipe.
Oh, And he said to please make sure anyone who treats patients washes their hands and wear clean scarves over their mouth and nose to cut down on falling ill themselves. It's, uh, a trick of the elves, he said...
[Annnd so on. But eventually the conversation ends and the priest departs after thanking "Cross" profusely for the donations of medicine, money and blankets. Once he leaves, Allen lets out his sigh to himself and relaxes]
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Good day, Commander.
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in town / outside the walls
[ Tay is having a good week. She's done enough weird jobs off the job board to afford a sword - not her sharp weapon of choice, but their battle-axes aren't in her price range - and she just got transferred to/made captain of a completely empty ship. Which is nice, because she's not used to having a bunch of space to herself unless she's living in her car, and what with everything going down and picking up Nate...
Well, she's glad for the space for however long it lasts, let's put it at that.
And she is absolutely not a little lonely all alone on that ship what would give you that insane idea? She totally loves it shut up.For now, she's mostly hanging out around the training yard practicing her sword work, and getting in a couple of spars with the locals (and not-so-locals). And, after everyone's finished up the fancier stuff, more than a few good-natured fistfights.
She could get used to this planet, definitely. ]
outside the walls
[ And then sometimes a girl just needs some wide open space to stretch her wings - literally, in Tay's case.
She's sitting on a hill, just out of sight of the walls, her wings out and spread to soak up the sunshine. They're easily a 20 foot span, and she seems like she's actually relaxed for once. ]
in town
you know, just. hanging out on the sidelines. observing like it's not weird.
sup.]
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Outside the Walls {ota}
which is why he's out in the forest, perched on a rock, with his wings out and folded close to him. the blue-green glow intermingling with the sunlight gives the area a more magical feel than what it already has, emphasized only further by the glowing translucent feathers dotting the grass around him.
if anyone approaches him, he doesn't take notice: he seems to be fully engrossed in preening his wings-- there even happens to be some wordless mutterings coming out of his mouth as he slowly goes through his wing, picking out any loose feathers or just straightening them out. ]
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[...this isn't what he expected to find when he came out here. he was hoping to find an empty forest to shift forms in, get some of his own restless energy out and re-write his waning illusion spell, but... here's Lloyd, on a rock, with a pair of... wings...?
he's stopped several feet away. with his fingers thoughtfully over his mouth. just looking.]
...is interesting.
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in town / outside the walls
[ Steffa is spending most of what time she spends in town in the training yards, breaking in the two bows she managed to scrape up for. She doesn't have a quiver for the handful of arrows she got, but that's not the important part.
The important part is getting back into practice and making sure the bows fit well in her hands: the rest can come later. ]
outside the walls
[ Later is outside the walls, where she's practicing with solid tree branches trying to make the kind of magical focus she wants. Sure, one of the other mages from Thedas (of which there seem to be many in their fleet) could tell her better how to go about this, but where's the fun in that?
Not causing small (but LOUD) explosions when it goes wrong would be fun, admittedly, but she didn't get any splinters that time! Time to try again! ]
in town
Would you not be more comfortable with a staff?
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Town
[Coil hasn't found much to spend his money on in space, so he's got a small stockpile to spend by now... and this world turns out to be the perfect place for him to do so.
he spends much of his time amongst the shrines and shops of the temple district. he would love to spend his money on the few books and scrolls they have for sale, but he has to ration his money between the other little arcane bits he needs. he's browsing all over, taking notes in the temples and picking up treasures from the stalls-- chalk, wolfsbane seeds, chicken feathers, bundles of sinew and candlewax...
and for sure he'll be keeping mental note of fleet members that are hanging around in this area as well.]
→ the smith
[his next stop is one of the weaponsmiths, because he has gone far too long without a proper weapon. he's bypassing all of the blades and bows, however... and going right to the corners where the less-flashy weapons are kept.
namely, lovely metal-tipped quarterstaves, which he spends time meticulously testing--whirling them around his arms, and giving the poor dummy in the fenced-off practice area an expert beating.]
→ marketplace
[the boy's final stop is, oddly enough, a little shop selling musical instruments on the edge of an upper-class neighborhood. after all the occult and the weaponry... he pauses in the open-air shop to peruse their selection of lap harps.
at first, the shopkeeper is hesitant about having such a grubby-looking boy hanging around her wares. but, when he manages to get his hands on one and begin to play, she reluctantly allows him to stay.
he's good at it. you need to have a light and precise touch for these kinds of things, you know.]
marketplace.
he wasn't expecting to find someone playing music, though, and for it to be a familiar face on top of that... Robin wanders into the stall, mostly ignoring the shopkeeper to approach Coil with one of those familiar smiles on his face.]
Hey. Haven't seen you around lately.
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temple district
wow finding more I don't have notifs for. wtf.
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Marketplace
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I'm laughing..
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[Shirley's still frequenting the neutral worship area on occasion to pay her own respects, and she's starting to get a little homesick after praying a couple times - but that's not unusual. She's not completely sure what to make of Mor as a whole, but spending time in the neutral area is starting to make her curious about people here approach their faith so she's starting to switch it up a little now. Every couple days she's checking out a new temple, mostly just observing the people and listening to what they have to say for a while.]
Jobs Board
[She's not really in need of money right now, but there's still a certain satisfaction in helping people with their problems - especially here on Mor, where the little needs seem realer than the grand displays. Still, some of these jobs...]
Who could need thirty loaves of bread?
Temples
Temples
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job board!
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action, many places, few apologies.
Oh, yes. Because from there, there were spiders. Big ones. Then a much bigger one, with more eyes than any dozen creatures should possess put together, and then ...well, then basically he was in space. On television. Which would have been fine (weird, but fine); if there's one thing he does with aplomb by this point it's roll with weird. Or set weird on fire. Or thump it with gravity or, occasionally, sell it whatever is in his pockets!. Once he sold a pair of torn trousers and several coral fragments to a golem, which he hadn't previously been aware were much into commerce. More just crushing things. Maybe stomping on them.
That's neither here nor there. What is here, and possibly there, is that he's technically been assigned to a ship (the Blue Fish, and if you are on it, buddy, narrative is telling you right now you can assume all willy nilly you bumped into this guy, perhaps literally), which has now come to rest inside of .....................whatever it came to rest inside of, touching down in a place that because he has Andraste's own luck (hers was terrible, for the curious), apparently centers around a city named Dirkwall.
Dirkwall.
D I R K W A L L it's a name actually more passingly absurd than Kirkwall, because that means 'Church Bay;' logically it follows, Dirkwall means roughly Knife Bay...or it means nothing at all. Hawke is unsure which he prefers. Either way at least it's left him his own clothes, that's a small, precious miracle. He is not wearing the infamous mage armor, thank you, because that armor was armor given to a mage Champion by a Knight-Commander who did not want him to engage in any combat, ever. What was the thing at the front for? To hold sandwiches? Why did it have short sleeves but also fur? What did the extraneous belt around the upper thigh do? Was it to help him remember which was his left leg and which is right?
These questions and more he ...is not actually pondering. What he is doing is an adventure of your choosing! Find him somewhere amidst the following:
a] The jobs board, because it doesn't get any more canon than that. Follow his line of sight to realize he's currently scanning a posting which appears to be seek an investigator for writer's haunted vegetable garden. Is he considering doing this? Or is it just hilarious? Inquire within!
PS: he would rather be stabbed than take the giant spider job. The spiders could be the size of pinheads and they would still, at this point, be too large.
b] The market! You know who has two thumbs and no staff anymore? Yeah it's Hawke. He's not actually prevented from spellcasting by this, it's just less precise. Which is annoying when a person has been honing precision since he was six and trying to avoid knocking himself unconscious with his own weapon. In order to purchase such a thing he probably has to descend into the more colorful parts of the market, or at least the parts that are pretending to be more colorful. In a touristy kind of way. Can he find an actual shady weapons dealer here? Please. Give him your wisdom, non-Dirkwallers.
c] The Courtyard. Yes, friends and neighbors, once a decade or so even Garrett Hawke has to sit down and just ...not be experiencing the frantic mess that tends to comprise the details of his life. He has the kind of bearing that lets him move in all cultural and financial levels of the city, so though his clothes actually do look a little simpler and more worn than most of the other inhabitants, no one is giving him a hard time for being slouched on a stone bench, eyes at about 3/4 mast. ]
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[But it looks like he's got a free afternoon, so he decided to check out Dirkwall some more. He's got a sword with him now, a two handed one strapped to his back by means of magical RPG logic, so that's always good even if it's not his sword. And by happenstance, he comes across Hawke looking at the jobboard.]
Anything interesting?
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c for completing the alphabet
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b- because grumpy elves
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b) we're just gonna see what sticks, roughly 3/24
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IN TOWN / FETCH QUESTS
[ There's someone at the archery range in the sparring grounds. She seems rather focused on her task, but judging by the speed of her tail swishing (wait, tail??) underneath the modulator hologram, she's anything but. At this point, she's drawn a small crowd for how accurate her shots have been despite using nothing but an old, warped rental bow.
It isn't until some of the other sparring festival-goers start to get rowdy that she turns toward the area for swords and one-on-one tomfoolery. ]
Move!
[ With that command, the startled crowd parts away from the direction of her arrowtip and she shoots right into the fray. It isn't a shot meant to damage, but it certainly shocks the upstarts into settling down. Too bad one of the officials is asking her to leave now. ]
Did you not see? If they were allowed to come at each other with swords, an arrow is hardly going to—will you listen to me?
b;
[ Regardless of how the argument at the sparring grounds resolves, O'danya is now out in the woods with some other outfit on entirely. She's wary of the restriction on magic or unseemly actions, but at the same time, this is the only way she has to currently take on any jobs for gil... er, credits. Right now she's wandering the forest in search of some almighty deer for their antlers. ]
All right... This is perfectly fine. These are only animals, no need to worry without Eos. [ She sighs. ] Although it is rather lonely with neither her or Alichi'ra's presence...
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She'll just be peering out from behind a tree to see who's out here ... ]
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Market/Waystation
[Kaneis really hates this planet for a number of reasons, but he couldn't deny there was some supplies he wanted down here. Like some good weapons, armor, ale- and maybe more weapons. And so, from time to time, he can be spotted in the marketplace doing some browing of the wares and selling his own goods. A lot of the stuff he's selling seems to be mundane things from the job-board. But occasionally, you might catch him selling what appears to be glowing golden feathers to any of the merchants that are claiming to be selling magical goods. ]
[Huh. Weird right.]
[B. Waystation]
[But if you don't catch him in the marketplace or on his ship, chances are he's hanging out at one of the nearby waystations around the planet. Mostly just chilling and/or hating everything. But you know, in public. ]
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-- Kaneis!
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ACTION | TOWN
it was probably expensive. he's taking it apart, carefully, putting all the pieces on a blanket next to him. to the unfamiliar he probably looks deeply and intently focused... but his friends might pick up that he's less tense than he usually looks. he's probably happy as a clam, picking apart this contraption.]
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No, no, this is all wrong.
[Muttering under his breath, he glances at Zhas as if noticing him for the first time. Waves a bit.] Honestly, I've no idea how to greet you.
[Though he doubts it matters. And, after their first meeting, he certainly doesn't care. He points down at the crossbow.] What type is this? Recurve? Repeating? [Crouching down, uninvited. At least he's not touching anything.] The construction is different than what I've seen.
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action ; various places
In short, it was very easy for her to go stir crazy in a place like that.
The fleet itself was a different story. Despite whatever memories she might have re-obtained, she'd been living in a practically magically-growing forest for months now. You couldn't go a day there without some new addition popping up. She remembered magic even before that, the extremities of which she couldn't quite compare with that place. Magic was and will always be a huge part of who she is, so being in outerspace is just another stresser for the woman. The small ship and laughable cooking methods to a chef withstanding.
It's why when she was given half the chance to escape the confines that's exactly what she did. It's not like she wasn't used to small living spaces with a lot of people, she was, but it was the first time in months she could do something outside of... Trying to take care of some teenagers or avoiding being turned into a cat or something like that. And even it was on medieval funtime land it was better than nothing. Way better.
Which is why she can be found in several places:
» THE JOB BOARD For anyone that knew her even a little, it's not much of a surprise to find her eyeing the job board and mumbling to herself. Let's not join in on monster fighting, thanks, is an idea that seems to come up a lot. But she does seem to keep in mind anything with food or, at the least, gardening. She'll be there a lot gathering as much as she can do. This is how she copes and it's been months.
» THE MARKETPLACE Once she's finished a job or two she'll be seen walking around the marketplace. She seems to glance at the clothes and consider them, but mostly shakes her head. That's not something she wants to be wearing either. Her focus seems to be on gathering what small food supplies she can. She does eye chalk, mirrors, and herbs, too, but moves on from those as well. At least she manages to make small-talk with the shopkeepers, but she's definitely not focused on that.
» THE VOLCANO Or maybe you catch her at the volcano at some point! If you do she's probably watching the holograms in a bemused fashion and giving a snort at particular remarks. It seems there's another person who doesn't really take well to this game on the planet, but she's really trying not to get in the middle.]
job board
Unfortunately, he's only ever had one job his entire life, and that went down the toilet pretty quickly. He's not sure if he'd be any good at any of these. He's squinting at the offers, confused. ]
...Why would anyone want to harvest spider fangs?
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Job Board / Market / Fetch Quests / Tourist
[ Asteffiel is much more focused this time. He's absently wearing his guise of the curly redhead human, mumbling a little about the requested plants on the job board - and maybe a little as to whether he can take on a bunch of dire rats on his own. Maybe. Fairly sure? But no weapons yet. Hmmmn.
He's got a large flat leaf - two guesses as to where he got that - that he's scribbling down lists on. Yes, he is tracking the quests. ]
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[ Okay, so maybe he can heal himself, but having weapons would be nice too. Asteffiel can be found hovering over daggers, and occasionally what ought to be walking sticks. He seems to be debating if he could use these as staves.
Or maybe asking some of the street magicians outright where they got their magic staffs, if they have any. Because they're clearly a scholar class too, and he likes using those...
... Or maybe he's distracted and looking at the clothing merchants and asking if they know where any looms are. ]
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[ Get twenty spider legs? Why twenty? Why not twenty four, so he has to kill an even number of them, and just take all their legs? Or does it have to be one leg from each spider? Why do spiders come in groups, mobs are the worst when you're a scholar class.
Or maybe he's out collecting all the plants - only he's got a couple picked for the quest, and a couple that he's re-potted into a mug (okay, so maybe not the best pot ever, but he can carry a bunch of these at once. Handles!). ]
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[ See him heading in and out of the Tourist, any time all the time with armfuls of
muggedpotted plants. Well, he isn't leaving with the potted plants, just entering with them. For the most part, he's not bothering to turn off his disguise because that would mean pausing in his trips and juggling his plants about. ]Tourist
[So he runs into the Bishop for a minute, grabs the couple of grow lights he finished for that guy, and comes out with them in a box, jogging over to the Tourist.]
Uhh, hey?
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a!
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Just a little bit.
Okay, a lot.
But hey, nobody said there were any rules against using magic to make the plants grow faster and multiply and make it that much easier for her to get a lot of money.
So whether you want in on this slightly immoral business, or you're thinking about telling on her, or you feel like knocking her out and stealing her plants (you jerk), please feel free to find a small child sitting on the ground, making plants grow unnaturally fast. ]
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tadashi won't be telling on her, but he will be crouching down a polite distance away from her, arms crossed against the tops of his knees as he watches the way the plants grow with an open and friendly sort of fascination. ]
That's pretty cool.
[ she might look like a small child, but he's not patronizing at all. it's legitimately kind of awesome. ]
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In town / Pathstone
[Crowley spends most of his time in the taverns, drinking and generally people watching. It's what he does best. On occasion, he sits outside, and even more occasionally, he glues some coins to the floor to watch people try to pick it up.
It's an old classic.]
b, The Pathstone
[When he's not enjoying the delights of drinking and tormenting the people of Dirkwall, Crowley can be found lounging in his chair by the comms station, playing Queen music over the networks. Because why not. ]
a, In town
It's enough to grab something to eat without having to reshuffle all his purchases to find his coin purse, which he rather unluckily forgot at the bottom of the most densely-packed bag. Komaeda gives a cheery little smile and gingerly leans over to pick it up off the cobblestone, balancing his packed bags precariously. Sure, he could just put them down, but they might get wet, and...
For a second, it feels like the coin is stuck, somehow. Then it flits up into his hand and he manages to keep everything upright and arranged, and really, it must have just been his imagination, right?]
What a lucky find!
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[Finrod is suddenly glad that he's spent very little money up to this point. His first purchases are a sword and armor and, typical Noldor that he is, he spends a great deal of time fussing over the details and speaking to the smith about metalwork.
But that's not all he looks at. Over the course of their visit, he will probably pick up a few pairs of nice clothes and glance through the herbs and medicine.]
Job Board
[But he's not intending on spending himself broke either. He's at the job board relatively often, occasionally covered in monster guts. What can he say? He prefers the more challenging fetch quests.]
Job board
... Do you want to take quests together? I can heal! .. and get rid of things like poison, if we go after spiders!
[ Also hello, he is made of plants under that disguise. ]
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DRAGON PMS
[ever since his arrival on the planet, Tek hasn't been quite right. he's been distracted, neglecting to go out of his way to harass other people, barely smirking at even the most amusing of frivolities. it's weird.
and today, he's seated in one of the parks on the nicer side of town, quietly watching enjoying the scenery with a picnic lunch.
except--if one pays close enough attention--it seems that the basket in his lap contains nothing but eggs. and by the unwashed appearance of their shells, it seems that they are most likely... raw.
and just in case there is any doubt as to what he could be doing there with a basket of fresh eggs, there's a high likelihood that he can be caught opening his jaw wide and distractedly sliding one of those bad boys into his mouth--shell and all. delicious.]
→ the Pathstone
[and, unfortunately, he's acting just as strange at home. aside from the fact that he has hardly been back to the ship at all--does he even sleep in his nest anymore?--he doesn't relax once he's there. the only time he isn't standing or wandering or showering, is when he's sitting down to eat.
and after he's realized that it's probably not a good idea to eat horrifying things in public, he's brought his meals home. in the privacy of his own ship, he can sit down with a plate of chicken undisturbed.
the fowl in question, however, may be a tad undercooked. and, by the occasional pop and crunch that echoes through their little kitchen, he might be eating a bit more than the meat.]
in town
still, his casual approach to come chat with him is... somewhat interrupted when he catches Tek sliding a whole egg into his mouth. he pauses. this seems... very familiar, somehow...]
...Hi, Tek.
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[Harrowlock festival, indeed. Something about sharing part of his (admittedly fake) surname makes him supremely uncomfortable but also petulant enough that contributing to magical fraud seems like a good idea.
After taking a few days to work out the kinks, Felix heads to the festival grounds and quietly sets up on the fringes as if he was meant to be there. A bit of colored cloth draped over a random wooden crate serves as a makeshift booth, along with a bit of incense, his new diving deck, and an unobtrusive sign inked on a bit of parchment that says only - 'Fortunes Read'.
Locals and tourists alike are eating it up soon enough.]
B - near the castle
[A week or so of saving his profits and Felix finally affords what he's been after since he arrived - a set of presentable clothing. Anyone who happens to wander towards the castle will find the wizard strolling about with clothes that the modulator is not masking (still nothing to be done about the tattoos and eyes, sadly). He's found himself a fancy blue quilted doublet with slashed sleeves that suits the local style enough, apparently no longer defaulting him to peasantry and allowing at least his rings to show through the remaining illusion.
He's fairly self pleased as he roams about, trying to make out the shape of the hedges with a critical eye and an amused smirk, or he might just be lurking about the entrance, casting glances at the stone-faced guards. He might actually look like he belongs, which might be why he's considering waltzing in for a look around.]
festival!
for some reason, this little fortune-telling booth catches her eye. maybe it's the crowd. maybe it's the cards. ...it's probably the fortune-teller, though. he looks kind of familiar. and distinctly magical.
so... she'll hang around! edging closer, trying to see what's going on...]
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Town | Marketplace (mostly)
because, amongst all the finery and novelties from the supposed faraway land of Easteros, he has finally found the holy grail...
Elven food.
sure, they're calling it something else here, and all of the ingredients he recognizes the smell of have different faces, but they can't fool him. he knows the tastes of home, and he can't get enough of it.
so, he stays there long after his money runs out. which means he'll be hanging around the stalls and carts, looking for leftovers to snatch or approachable faces to mooch off of. anything for another little touch of home.]
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As she rolls inside she'll wave to Nel if he glances her way. But, she'll wait until she's close enough to be heard to actually say anything]
Hello Nel!
I'm just finding this tag now??
adlkgh it's okay, one of your tek tags was in my spam folder for a million years one time ;A;
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Laaaate I am sorry
perfectly okay
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Gardens - Near the Noble districts
However, if your character travels near enough so that she can hear them, she'll look around to find where the footsteps are coming from. Then you'll see her silently motioning to your character to "shhh". She shoves her knitting between the right armrest of her wheelchair and the folds of her skirt, and quietly wheels her wobbly "authentic" wheelchair towards your character]
I'm sorry to be so sudden. [why is she speaking at a whisper] But I didn't want to startle them.
[ahaha, she points over a small distance, and there are some bunny rabbits just hanging out... munching on grass.... and Nunnally is being a huge fucking nerd and watching them because they're cute]
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[It's a stage whisper... he's not much good at actually being quiet if the stakes aren't high enough.
A fact that's compounded, maybe, by the quiet, rumbling growl that makes its way out of the fold of his collar. A kitten pokes her head out into the open—and she is very interested in those bunnies, as well.
Anders pats her head.]
No, no, no, shh, shh, shhh. Those bunnies would almost definitely win in a fight, sorry to say.
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in town
[There isn't much of the town he hasn't explored. Increasingly accustomed to his surroundings, they begin to lose their glamor, dulling into a bland background that he struggles to keep interest in.
He manages to salvage what little remains in the marketplace, hovering around the stalls with no intention of buying anything yet touching everything. Books, fruit, fabrics and mechanisms—the open stalls are practically an free museum and he takes full advantage.
Granted, the shopkeepers don't appreciate it much. They shout at him regularly, the bookseller in particular getting into heated shouting matches. Mattias, mature as he is, doesn't back down from them, and their bouts can be heard across the market. It gets pretty intense. Someone might want to intervene.]
ruins, closed to robin
[He had gotten here far too early. Excitement, and all. Try as he might to contain it, the prospect of meeting with Robin again was... Well. It held it's usual charm.
Sitting nervously in front of the ruins, he wonders if it's all too much. If his early arrival was too eager, if his appearance-near perfect due to constant fiddling-was too obvious. Through a quiet debate and a mess of cartoon scenarios in his journal, he comes to the conclusion that he was always painfully obvious and gives himself the generous excuse of inexperience to console himself.
Goddess, he was bored. Scribbling another cartoon-it's a mess of lines, really-he mutters to himself:]
Surely, he can't be too much longer.
Marketplace
[No he wasn't, but he was hoping a potential sale would end the fight for at least one of the members.]
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ruin(ing his life one thread at a time)
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volcano; closed thread!
[After yesterday's dinner being pretty much perfect, and roughhousing with his brother having gone so... hilariously, he's in a great mood today. He searches the deck, and hey--there he is.]
Hey--Riku!
[He's waving him down, jogging over.]
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he's gotta look for some paint for his woodworking projects, maybe even little stones... who knows. he'll figure out what he actually wants to make later. for now, he's got... kind-of teacher problems to work out.
when hiro calls for him, he turns, hands in his pockets. ]
Hey yourself. You ready?
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