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driftfleet2017-11-14 07:21 pm
wolfehawke) wrote in driftfleet2017-11-14 07:21 pm
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Keep the change, ya filthy animal!
Who: Whoever's on planet and happens by; also one prompt closed to Anders
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes
When: Before, during, and after the attack on the cannibals
Warning: Use of dead bodies as "decor"
A. On the eve of battle
[The Tourist has had some repair work done to her in the weeks she's been stranded on the planet's surface. Whether she's space worthy is debatable, but she's certainly livable at least. Just lacking in defenses what with most of her crew off to fight for the freedom and survival of the Fleet. Hawke and Anders though, they're still not recovered quite enough to go fighting in the knock-down drag-out battle that's going to ensue which means they're left to stand guard over the silent hulk of the ship.
Even if they're injured though, they still need to defend their home, and with some discussion and careful planning, they're able to do just that.
If anyone passes by on their way to confront the Vizeri or otherwise, the Tourist is less inviting than usual. Fenris' handiwork in killing any cannibal that came within 100 yards of her has proven very helpful in Hawke and Anders' redecorating efforts. Bodies with fatal and nasty wounds are displayed all along the hull at irregular intervals, some with red smears underneath to show where they were dragged along the plating. The main hatch is shut, but before it are rows of sharpened wooden spikes, carved crudely but effectively and lashed together to form barriers. They're not difficult to navigate for a single person, but any group would be forced into single file to get at the entrance.
The hatch on the side of the ship is less formidable to look at. True, a corpse is pegged on either side like eerie sentinels, but at least there's no spikes? It's through this hatch that Wolfe can be seen moving in and out of the ship, lugging more sharp stakes out or wood in or walking around the ship using his magic to position fortifications and even summon walls of magical ice around other areas of the ship. Wolfe's face is set in a determined frown but there's a bit of a manic glint in his eyes, something that belays a mischief about this whole display.
Just be careful if you approach; there's more magic set up here than just what's used to build walls.]
B. Wet Bandits - Closed to Anders
[Twas a night on Hell Planet, and all through the ship
the consoles were quiet, without even a blip.
The corpses were hung on the hull plating with care
in the hopes that the cannibals would know to beware;
the mages were nestled and hidden in corners
biting their tongues lest their witty rejoinders
allow the trespassers in their humble abode
to find where the mages were secretly stowed.
The Vizeri were here and their boots made a clomp
giving away just right where they'd stomp
and so the two mages with spells at the ready
jumped from their places to cast spells like confetti!
Anders fried a handful with a huge burst of lightning
that the deafening sound was no short of frightening.
And Wolfe's spells hit the eyes of their cannibal foes
and a good number of warriors were were easily froze.
The two looked at each other and admired their work
but this job wasn't over so they couldn't shirk.
Further into the ship the two mages did skiff
the cannibals following, unaware of the glyph
that the healer and champion had arranged in the hall
so one by one their enemies would tumble and fall.
Paralysis, weakness, and runes to slow gait
the traps they had laid were really first rate.
The night is not over and the day is not won
there's a long way to go before work is done.
But Anders and Adalwolfe have experience in spades
of making their enemies regret running raids.]
C. "Because my staff is buried in his nervous system!"
[With so much effort put into their traps and fortifications and the battle that followed, Adalwolfe is exhausted, but happy. It all went rather well if you ask him. Neither he nor Anders ended up with any new injuries, neither passed out from using too much mana. All in all, a successful defense of their home.
There's a lot of cleanup to do, but after clearing the bodies from the halls of the ship, Wolfe is taking a snack break before starting a pyre. The bodies of dead cannibals may not be the most comfortable perch but Wolfe takes a great deal of satisfaction in getting back at the bastards who not only took several bites out of him some time ago but nearly killed his lover. He thinks he's earned his moment of vindication.
If anyone passes by on their way back from the Vizeri stronghold, he can be spotted sitting on a rock with his boot firmly planted on two bodies at his feet and another pile of at least six behind him. He waves with his free hand, the other casually stuffing a sandwich in his face like he's not sitting in the middle of the corpses of his enemies.]
Hey, how'd it go?
[Chill as you please.]
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes
When: Before, during, and after the attack on the cannibals
Warning: Use of dead bodies as "decor"
A. On the eve of battle
[The Tourist has had some repair work done to her in the weeks she's been stranded on the planet's surface. Whether she's space worthy is debatable, but she's certainly livable at least. Just lacking in defenses what with most of her crew off to fight for the freedom and survival of the Fleet. Hawke and Anders though, they're still not recovered quite enough to go fighting in the knock-down drag-out battle that's going to ensue which means they're left to stand guard over the silent hulk of the ship.
Even if they're injured though, they still need to defend their home, and with some discussion and careful planning, they're able to do just that.
If anyone passes by on their way to confront the Vizeri or otherwise, the Tourist is less inviting than usual. Fenris' handiwork in killing any cannibal that came within 100 yards of her has proven very helpful in Hawke and Anders' redecorating efforts. Bodies with fatal and nasty wounds are displayed all along the hull at irregular intervals, some with red smears underneath to show where they were dragged along the plating. The main hatch is shut, but before it are rows of sharpened wooden spikes, carved crudely but effectively and lashed together to form barriers. They're not difficult to navigate for a single person, but any group would be forced into single file to get at the entrance.
The hatch on the side of the ship is less formidable to look at. True, a corpse is pegged on either side like eerie sentinels, but at least there's no spikes? It's through this hatch that Wolfe can be seen moving in and out of the ship, lugging more sharp stakes out or wood in or walking around the ship using his magic to position fortifications and even summon walls of magical ice around other areas of the ship. Wolfe's face is set in a determined frown but there's a bit of a manic glint in his eyes, something that belays a mischief about this whole display.
Just be careful if you approach; there's more magic set up here than just what's used to build walls.]
B. Wet Bandits - Closed to Anders
[Twas a night on Hell Planet, and all through the ship
the consoles were quiet, without even a blip.
The corpses were hung on the hull plating with care
in the hopes that the cannibals would know to beware;
the mages were nestled and hidden in corners
biting their tongues lest their witty rejoinders
allow the trespassers in their humble abode
to find where the mages were secretly stowed.
The Vizeri were here and their boots made a clomp
giving away just right where they'd stomp
and so the two mages with spells at the ready
jumped from their places to cast spells like confetti!
Anders fried a handful with a huge burst of lightning
that the deafening sound was no short of frightening.
And Wolfe's spells hit the eyes of their cannibal foes
and a good number of warriors were were easily froze.
The two looked at each other and admired their work
but this job wasn't over so they couldn't shirk.
Further into the ship the two mages did skiff
the cannibals following, unaware of the glyph
that the healer and champion had arranged in the hall
so one by one their enemies would tumble and fall.
Paralysis, weakness, and runes to slow gait
the traps they had laid were really first rate.
The night is not over and the day is not won
there's a long way to go before work is done.
But Anders and Adalwolfe have experience in spades
of making their enemies regret running raids.]
C. "Because my staff is buried in his nervous system!"
[With so much effort put into their traps and fortifications and the battle that followed, Adalwolfe is exhausted, but happy. It all went rather well if you ask him. Neither he nor Anders ended up with any new injuries, neither passed out from using too much mana. All in all, a successful defense of their home.
There's a lot of cleanup to do, but after clearing the bodies from the halls of the ship, Wolfe is taking a snack break before starting a pyre. The bodies of dead cannibals may not be the most comfortable perch but Wolfe takes a great deal of satisfaction in getting back at the bastards who not only took several bites out of him some time ago but nearly killed his lover. He thinks he's earned his moment of vindication.
If anyone passes by on their way back from the Vizeri stronghold, he can be spotted sitting on a rock with his boot firmly planted on two bodies at his feet and another pile of at least six behind him. He waves with his free hand, the other casually stuffing a sandwich in his face like he's not sitting in the middle of the corpses of his enemies.]
Hey, how'd it go?
[Chill as you please.]
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At long last.
[Anders took the steps needed to meet Wolfe and he swept the other man into a searing and lasting kiss. When he pulls away, it's with a sharp smirk.]
I love it when you skewer our enemies on spikes of ice. [It's teasing, but then his tone slips into sincerity.] Your magic is art.
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And I love it when you sizzle them to a crisp with lightning.
[Such romantic talk.
He does get a bit embarrassed when Anders calls his magic "art" though. He tries and he tries hard to work at finesse and for his partner to bring attention to it fills him with pride but also humility. He knows how far he came to get to this point in skill and he knows just how much he doesn't know, very aware of the gaps in his magical education. Still, he has a smaller brain vying for dominance at the moment so the embarrassment is not long-lived.]
If it is, then its an inexpert thing next to yours. The way you can make the essence of a storm do your bidding - anything you desire...
[He can't even finish that sentence, instead going in for another hungry, devouring kiss.]
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And it was the only answer he could give in the moment. He knew his own skill, fire might be his panic response as it was for so many other mages, but lightning was his passion and his own art. But he also knew there wasn't one 'better' than the other in their inate skills, the art simply came with different styles, it made neither any less beautiful.
But that was far too eloquent a response in the heat of the moment. Right now, Anders wished desperately for a miracle where they weren't still both healing and weren't still under the threat of invading cannibals so Anders could demonstrate his appreciation for Hawke's skill far more intimately.]
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Unfortunately, his body has other ideas.
Hawke's about to go for the belt buckles when he's overcome for a moment with a wave of dizziness, causing him to leave off and press his hands to the bulkhead instead to steady himself, effectively trapping Anders there but not for the reason he wishes.]
Maker...
[He pants, laughing.]
You make me forget myself.
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But then Hawke shifts suddenly and as though his leg's strength has buckled and Anders' awareness is a haze of lust and concern as what his body wants and what his mind defaults to warred for a moment. His arms snapped around Hawke, hands pressing to the other mage's back as a low-grade healing spell spilled from his palms on instinct.
His laugh as his mind finally processed where they actually were and what they wanted to do foolishly despite their injuries, came out curt and airy.]
Maker...are you alright, love? Perhaps we ought to...put this on hold for now?
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[He winces and lowers himself to the floor. Just for a moment, he tells himself, but the pressure off his leg does a lot of good. Doesn't mean he can't still banter, of course.]
Hmm... once we're off this planet, I'm going to do unspeakable things to you, I hope you're prepared.
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You know I'll hold you to that. If only we weren't injured, the threat of potential death has hardly ever stopped us before.
[They'd certainly been guilty of quick trysts in forests so thick they only weren't lost because they weren't headed anywhere, but a templar or bear could have rounded a tree at any moment and it hadn't deterred them then.
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[He huffs unhappily, his breath shifting the hair from his face, and grins up at his love wolfishly.]
But the idea of shoving you into a wall and taking advantage of my broader shoulders and just how little your belt does to hold up your trousers is definitely appealing.
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I demand you do that sometime soon.
Do you know how little you have to do or say to put a fire under my skin?