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driftfleet2018-10-07 11:58 am
necromanswers) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-07 11:58 am
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and then the fleet was banned from garbagetown
Who: Taako, Lup, and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planetside, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!
Picture this - a planet that serves as the junkyard for the rest of the universe. Towns and cities are littered among the trash, having grown up wherever space provided. In one corner of this garbage-filled world is a city, not a massive city like Neverwinter or a small podunk thing, but a city tried and true. Which means it has a town square where all the main traffic flows through on any given day; bakers and merchants and workers, miners and salvagers and travelers, a myriad of people all going about their typical boring days.
And then two ostentatiously ugly costumes just start floating through the middle of it all. People scatter because costumes that look like Shaggy Bear consumed Gloomy Bear's Soul and Big Bird had a Bad Bender and Never Recovered should not be floating through the middle of town. They carve a path and set themselves up, swaying gently in the breeze, in the very center of the square where all can see. Horrified expressions mix with curiosity as the costumes hang there, doing nothing, and then slowly people start to gather.
Which is when Taako, cloaked in invisibility, looks over at Lup and smirks. It's show time. You ready?
And Lup is definitely ready; the levitation drops on the costumes as they hang, and there's suddenly a streak of red-hot light that crosses the plaza from the building on which they stand and strikes the costumes. Immediately there's an explosion of fire, spreading outwards- not dangerous to the onlookers, thanks to the height at which they hang, but definitely enough to scatter whatever remaining nerves they had. When the worst of the initial fire fades away, the costumes remain hanging, but are now on fire, feathers and fur sizzling and curling, ash beginning to dot the earth below.
It's Taako's turn and he sets the costumes to waving in a ghostly wind as they grow, the fire growing with it. The fabric shudders with the strain of it, looming up and over the crowd menacingly as growing bits of charred feather and shag upholstery disintegrate in the flames. It's harmless, of course, but the crowd doesn't know that and they start shrieking, backing away from the display. Now that the scene's been set, Lup calls out to the lingering onlookers, still just out of sight: "What's up, Trash Town? Or whatever you call this place. No need to be scared! Your new fashion overlords are here to help open your eyes to the travesty we've found you all in."
The Enlarge cast and the concentration over, the costumes hang like Ghost Rider up in the air, and Taako can barely keep it together as he sees the people below start looking for the source of the voice. "We are here in our fabulous benevolence to aid you and provide succor to your sadly lacking closets. But tribute is demanded or a curse shall be upon you. We have sent our emissaries who shall now appear before you!"
He's always had this showmanship thing in the bag and Taako Blinks out of existence at the same time Lup casts Dimension Door. It takes him a little longer to get where he needs to go, but the Ethereal Plane is so wonky on this plane. Still, he makes it in time for the grand entrance - the two of them popping back into reality, back to back, wearing their favorite outfits from their earlier heist and with Disguise Self burning over both of them. They look even more radiant than usual; and a little more celestial thanks to the light from the burning costumes overhead and a little extra light granted by Prestidigitation and Dancing Lights beaming behind them like sparks and rays of sunlight.
A low murmur starts up around them as the townspeople survey the scene, uncertain of what exactly to do about it. The murmur grows in volume as seconds pass. Lup continues, "Turn away from your wicked ways, and destroy all sinful manifestations of fabric that rain down from the sky, or a plague of supreme ugly will fall upon you!"
She wiggles her fingers at a random onlooker, some woman who'd been sneering skeptically at them, and suddenly an illusion appears over her- her skin turns to the nasty shag carpet design. She shrieks at once and flees the crowd. The murmur becomes a buzz and a few of the people at the front begin throwing credits and coins their way, but more are scooting backwards, not sure what to do.
Lup waves a hand in front of herself, and a Mage Hand glides along the ground to scoop up the discarded credits, then brandishes a bag, glittery and bedazzled (as only befits a fashion god) and gestures pointedly towards it. "Anyone else feel like being spared?"
"The bigger the donation, the higher the salvation," Taako chimes in, whipping out a similar bag just in a different color.
There's a long pause as the residents debate their options, but another confused wail from the woman down the road gets a few people moving, dropping coins into the bags and fleeing the scene. They're not asking for much, they're not animals, but a little bit (from a lot of people) goes a long way!
Option A: Were you in the crowd when this all went down? Want to talk to Taako and Lup? They're both walking through the crowd now, so this is your chance to see the face-twins in action.
Option B: Is flying solo more your style? Which of them do you want to talk to: Taako or Lup?
Some time passes as they collect their bounty, and eventually a small group of more serious, burly viewers branch off and vanish into a shop. Lup watches them carefully, keeping her smile frozen in place as she gently shoos away a little girl trying to give her a single credit, because she's definitely not stealing from children. Those guys are probably going for weapons. Hey, Taako? I think that's our cue to make an exit.
Taako nods in agreement and tips his hat to the patrons nearby. He's gotten more than he expected today, so now it's time, as Lup says, for a flashy exit. There's no point in subtlety when the villagers are going for pitchforks. He puts his hands together and starts casting, light emanating from his fingers as he summons the only exit worth summoning. The light causes people to draw back from him and in their place, a beautiful, mulleted, rainbow-colored phantasm of a binicorn appears.
"Yo boss. It time to go?"
"You know it, Garyl. Lup! Let's hit it!"
There's an audible, delighted gasp from Lup, and without hesitation she hops onto the binicorn's back with Taako. With a loud whinny Garyl rears up on his hind legs, giving them one final opportunity for a dramatic pose (which they of course indulge) before Taako urges Garyl off at full speed, leaving behind them a rainbow of light. Before they vanish from sight, Lup, one arm wound around Taako's waist, blows the befuddled crowd a kiss. And just like that, they're gone again, with the now-armed local guard giving a futile chase behind them.
Option C: Catch them after their daring escape, laughing their asses off outside of the danger zone, or on the Iskaulit, perhaps over drinks?
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planetside, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!
Picture this - a planet that serves as the junkyard for the rest of the universe. Towns and cities are littered among the trash, having grown up wherever space provided. In one corner of this garbage-filled world is a city, not a massive city like Neverwinter or a small podunk thing, but a city tried and true. Which means it has a town square where all the main traffic flows through on any given day; bakers and merchants and workers, miners and salvagers and travelers, a myriad of people all going about their typical boring days.
And then two ostentatiously ugly costumes just start floating through the middle of it all. People scatter because costumes that look like Shaggy Bear consumed Gloomy Bear's Soul and Big Bird had a Bad Bender and Never Recovered should not be floating through the middle of town. They carve a path and set themselves up, swaying gently in the breeze, in the very center of the square where all can see. Horrified expressions mix with curiosity as the costumes hang there, doing nothing, and then slowly people start to gather.
Which is when Taako, cloaked in invisibility, looks over at Lup and smirks. It's show time. You ready?
And Lup is definitely ready; the levitation drops on the costumes as they hang, and there's suddenly a streak of red-hot light that crosses the plaza from the building on which they stand and strikes the costumes. Immediately there's an explosion of fire, spreading outwards- not dangerous to the onlookers, thanks to the height at which they hang, but definitely enough to scatter whatever remaining nerves they had. When the worst of the initial fire fades away, the costumes remain hanging, but are now on fire, feathers and fur sizzling and curling, ash beginning to dot the earth below.
It's Taako's turn and he sets the costumes to waving in a ghostly wind as they grow, the fire growing with it. The fabric shudders with the strain of it, looming up and over the crowd menacingly as growing bits of charred feather and shag upholstery disintegrate in the flames. It's harmless, of course, but the crowd doesn't know that and they start shrieking, backing away from the display. Now that the scene's been set, Lup calls out to the lingering onlookers, still just out of sight: "What's up, Trash Town? Or whatever you call this place. No need to be scared! Your new fashion overlords are here to help open your eyes to the travesty we've found you all in."
The Enlarge cast and the concentration over, the costumes hang like Ghost Rider up in the air, and Taako can barely keep it together as he sees the people below start looking for the source of the voice. "We are here in our fabulous benevolence to aid you and provide succor to your sadly lacking closets. But tribute is demanded or a curse shall be upon you. We have sent our emissaries who shall now appear before you!"
He's always had this showmanship thing in the bag and Taako Blinks out of existence at the same time Lup casts Dimension Door. It takes him a little longer to get where he needs to go, but the Ethereal Plane is so wonky on this plane. Still, he makes it in time for the grand entrance - the two of them popping back into reality, back to back, wearing their favorite outfits from their earlier heist and with Disguise Self burning over both of them. They look even more radiant than usual; and a little more celestial thanks to the light from the burning costumes overhead and a little extra light granted by Prestidigitation and Dancing Lights beaming behind them like sparks and rays of sunlight.
A low murmur starts up around them as the townspeople survey the scene, uncertain of what exactly to do about it. The murmur grows in volume as seconds pass. Lup continues, "Turn away from your wicked ways, and destroy all sinful manifestations of fabric that rain down from the sky, or a plague of supreme ugly will fall upon you!"
She wiggles her fingers at a random onlooker, some woman who'd been sneering skeptically at them, and suddenly an illusion appears over her- her skin turns to the nasty shag carpet design. She shrieks at once and flees the crowd. The murmur becomes a buzz and a few of the people at the front begin throwing credits and coins their way, but more are scooting backwards, not sure what to do.
Lup waves a hand in front of herself, and a Mage Hand glides along the ground to scoop up the discarded credits, then brandishes a bag, glittery and bedazzled (as only befits a fashion god) and gestures pointedly towards it. "Anyone else feel like being spared?"
"The bigger the donation, the higher the salvation," Taako chimes in, whipping out a similar bag just in a different color.
There's a long pause as the residents debate their options, but another confused wail from the woman down the road gets a few people moving, dropping coins into the bags and fleeing the scene. They're not asking for much, they're not animals, but a little bit (from a lot of people) goes a long way!
Option A: Were you in the crowd when this all went down? Want to talk to Taako and Lup? They're both walking through the crowd now, so this is your chance to see the face-twins in action.
Option B: Is flying solo more your style? Which of them do you want to talk to: Taako or Lup?
Some time passes as they collect their bounty, and eventually a small group of more serious, burly viewers branch off and vanish into a shop. Lup watches them carefully, keeping her smile frozen in place as she gently shoos away a little girl trying to give her a single credit, because she's definitely not stealing from children. Those guys are probably going for weapons. Hey, Taako? I think that's our cue to make an exit.
Taako nods in agreement and tips his hat to the patrons nearby. He's gotten more than he expected today, so now it's time, as Lup says, for a flashy exit. There's no point in subtlety when the villagers are going for pitchforks. He puts his hands together and starts casting, light emanating from his fingers as he summons the only exit worth summoning. The light causes people to draw back from him and in their place, a beautiful, mulleted, rainbow-colored phantasm of a binicorn appears.
"Yo boss. It time to go?"
"You know it, Garyl. Lup! Let's hit it!"
There's an audible, delighted gasp from Lup, and without hesitation she hops onto the binicorn's back with Taako. With a loud whinny Garyl rears up on his hind legs, giving them one final opportunity for a dramatic pose (which they of course indulge) before Taako urges Garyl off at full speed, leaving behind them a rainbow of light. Before they vanish from sight, Lup, one arm wound around Taako's waist, blows the befuddled crowd a kiss. And just like that, they're gone again, with the now-armed local guard giving a futile chase behind them.
Option C: Catch them after their daring escape, laughing their asses off outside of the danger zone, or on the Iskaulit, perhaps over drinks?
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And cashing in whole doing it. Taako leans away a moment and gratefully accepts another donation, before snapping back to the conversation. As long as the con is going, he isn't about to break character. And it didn't look like this guy was going to call authorities, so they were cool - for now.
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"I think there are a number of ways I could interpret your performance, stylish or no. This has less to do with your intentions, however, and more to do with your methods."
He avoids saying the word magic for now.
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Perhaps not efficiently, but they're here to let loose, not cut corners.
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"But as emissaries of the fashion gods, it's just our duty to fulfill their will using the tools they put in our fingertips." Nice and loud for everyone to hear. Let them remember that they're supposedly here as divine help, to bring about a fashion revolution or something. This guy seems to know what's up, and he's even willing to play along for now. If his threads weren't any indication, he is definitely not from here. "So, where do you hail from, stranger?"
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"Not here," Felix confirms, to Taako, with a small smile. "I doubt you've heard of it, in any case, but as of late I'm from the Goldstone." He produces his communicator by way of demonstration.
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It's also just an illusion- the noise probably died down because the woman felt at her face and didn't feel any fur. She'll just look hilarious for a while.
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"The gods are benevolent after all," he replies with a shrug. Glare daggers all he likes, Taako is completely nonplussed about it. Illusion or not, it was hilarious and had the desired effect. "This town has been kind enough to donate enough on her behalf so I'm sure they'll get about reversing that curse eventually."
Or rather the spell would eventually end on its own. Illusions couldn't be maintained forever.
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The natives are restless enough, as it were, and very little would push him to inciting violence. He does, however, want a talk with these two in private later on.
"Actually, when your mission of mercy is finished on this planet, I'd love to have a word. To...compare notes. If you don't mind, that is."
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"I love talking shop. Anything to share the good word of our illustrious fashion gods!" She reaches out a hand to him, fingers gesturing him closer- to shake hands, or perhaps to accept an "offering" from him, whichever he's feeling right now. Assuming contact is made, there'll be a glimmer of magic between their skin, and afterwards he'll find a pale, harmless mark on his palm: the location of their first agreed-upon getaway stop.
She lifts a finger briefly to her lips and winks at him. It's a secret...! And if they find an ambush there they'll know he screwed them over.
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Taako doesn't miss the appearance of the mark and doesn't object either. If this guy is, in fact, from the Fleet, then they don't have anything to worry about. He's playing along, but if he doublecrosses them? Well, Taako's gotten out of worse scrapes than this garbage planet can cook up, so he'll be fine. And he'll get even.
He leaves Lup to seal the deal and gives the stranger a wink. "Catch you later?"
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He opens his mouth to object when Taako interjects, and he remembers that he's trying to play into this in order to prevent getting lynched. He crosses his arms instead and puts on his best thousand-watt smile instead.
"Of course. The best of luck to you both. I should be seeing to my own business," he says, giving them a wave with his other hand and turning away from the crowd. Best not to be caught out in the open when, and if, the constabulary arrived.
His sense of direction being what it is, however, it takes him some time to find the place. So it's likely that the two are well-settled in their hideout when the wizard finds his own way there.
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She glances over as he approaches, offering an upside-down wave. "Look who finally showed up! You sure took your time with it."
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"And not a moment too soon. Garyl was about ready to die of boredom."
The binicorn blinks and looks at his master before intoning in a deep voice, "Nah, boss. I'm spectral."
And he only has about 20 minutes left before he goes back to being ether in the air, so they really had been running up on time. Taako wraps a silver thread around the end of the braid and spins on his heel, leaning back against the horse's flank near Lup's head.
"So? Welcome, welcome and all that. What d'you want with us?"