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TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 2



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A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival
    KERPLUNK, SPLASH!

    Regardless of what you were in the middle of, you and your familiar have been magically pulled into the world of Avalon just above the Bay's chilly waters. After a brief plunge into the Bay, the rush of water filling your ears and soaking up into every creak and crevice of your body, you may need to cough to clear your airways when you rise above the surface. It's paralyzingly cold for a few seconds before you're approached by the Lady of the Lake beneath the water's surface. She puts a vial of a vibrant, glowing red Everwarm* potion to your character's lips. The icy water doesn't feel so icy once consumed and you'll be able to move your limbs enough to swim to shore on your own. She can't stick around to explain, she's got to get this to all the new arrivals! Many of which you'll see plopping in around you.

    If you can't swim, a handful of helpful ice turtles will scoop you up from beneath and drop you off at the shore. When not helping people, the turtles are going around and hitting the ice that keeps forming on the surface with their shells to keep the surface open for the falling arrivals or pushing personal items to the beach near the new arrivals they smell like (belong to). If anyone tries to ask the Lady of the Lake for directions, she will direct you to Archimedes at the Rent-a-Ride. If anyone with Animal Magic asks the turtles, they will give the full spiel, but very slowly, and they like to get off topic and gossip about other turtles you've never heard of. The shores themselves are littered with new arrivals complaining their way up a staircase carved into the walls of the White Cliffs. There is no railing, so be careful, but if you do fall, be prepared for a mysterious sand hand to reach out of the side of the cliffs to catch you. The hand will pat you atop the head twice before retreating back into the wall. This is the Cliff Beast; despite the name, he is quite friendly.


B ⦿ The Caravan to Camelot
    Once everyone is wrangled up to the top of the White Cliffs, the handsome owner of the Rent-a-Ride, Archimedes, will distribute smart phones, a pair of earbuds, and a winter cloak** to everyone before getting them settled in groups into modernized carriages pulled by horses and give them a basic explanation of why and how they've been brought to Avalon: The universe is frozen in time and your character has been brought here by a familiar that was able to bond with them. They'll have to learn magic to help save their own world from destruction, but first they've got to get them to Camelot. It is here that you have the first opportunity to decide who they will be in their new home. You'll have about an hour to wander around here, meet and greet, and pet the horses before it's time to go.

    These carriages use fae technology that combats weight, so your character will be able to get in regardless of whether they're light as a feather or weigh two tons. The carts have air conditioning when it's hot, heating when it's cold, and a mystical shield to protect from bugs. There is also a mini-bar that pops out of the console with nip bottles. Characters can use their smartphones to connect to Camelot's internet service, [community profile] avalononline (AOL), to chat with other characters, watch dumb videos, learn about the world, contact Camelot Support (they'll answer any questions they can for you, from how to use a smart phone to where to find quests and resources to learn more about your magic). Be careful if you decide to use your phones while in the caravan-- if you don't use those earbuds and start forcing everyone to listen to your nonsense, Archimedes may make you walk.


C ⦿ The Red Spring
    The journey from the White Cliffs to the City of Camelot is a long one, and the first evening you arrive you'll end up spending at the Red Spring, a booming resort town. Because of the volume of new arrivals and vacationers, inn rooms are assigned two-to-a-room. The rooms have two twin beds, a bathroom, a mini-fridge and microwave, and a TV equipped with a couple of entertaining video games and a few free movies.

    If you don't want to relax in the room, try taking a dip in the spring for another chance to meet your fellow travelers. The waters have restorative properties that help horses and travelers recover quickly when drunk. It is known to relieve stress, improve energy levels, and mildly accelerate healing. It may be a little chilly when you get out though, so make sure you don't slip rushing back indoors when you get out!

    The springs are also home to a large training grounds just outside town limits, where there are teachers who will teach basic magic safety and help you discover what kind of magic you have together with other new arrivals. Try target practice, obstacle courses, meditation circles, and other ways to try to figure out just what you can do... if you didn't already have an accidental discovery on the ride there.



A ⦿ Trial and Icy Errors

    Winter has arrived in Avalon, and with it has come to a change in the weather. Puffs of breath precede sentences when outside, small fires fill braziers to allow people to stop and get warm for a moment between where they come from and where they are going. Snow has begun to fall; at first, it is the same, fluffy, white flakes many adventurers will have seen. However, as the day progresses, the snow begins to shimmer; it’s like a prismatic effect, a magical light catching against every little crystal and illuminating sparkling flakes, so vibrant it’s clear someone has enchanted the snow.

    Shortly after the change, there will be a text alert to all devices:
    Tired of the same old routine with your magic? Ready for a little something new? Come on out and have an old fashioned snowball fight with a magical twist. Be sure to practice your new powers and have fun! 😉 -Merlin
    Those who come outside to find the rainbow snow already being packed into neat balls by Camelot's citizens; go ahead and grab a basket full but remember, don’t just toss them. Let’s get magic with it!

    Different types of magic will have different effects on the enchanted snow:

  • Use kinetic magic to toss three at once. Nevermind if they suddenly balloon inside and burst into a snow shower over your opponent, throw a couple more; some are bound to hit, right?
  • Throw a little animal magic in there and morph a few into a bear or some other animal of your intent; sorry about his random dance attack, at least your opponent will be laughing too hard to throw a snowball at you.
  • Try hiding them in a shield or cast an illusion with some light magic; better apologize when that goes sideways and the snow hardens, bursting into rainbow crystals at your opponent's feet.
  • Team up with someone who has cognitive magic; they can telegraph you the plan without your opponents being any the wiser... except the snow seems to be picking up on it and sending those thoughts right to your opponent! Perhaps use this as an opportunity to learn control!
  • Maybe you want to try using a little wind magic if you’re of the elemental class; watch out for the rainbow snow squall your perfectly lobbed snowballs will become.
  • Healing magic is one you might not see coming-- enchanting a snowball with healing magic can result in positive mood enhancements. Give your enemies a blast of zen to lower their guard and make them an easy target!
  • A dark magic user might think to add a little hex to their snowball; give themselves an edge... too bad, without practice, that hex might be a little too heavy and burst over the maker before it even leaves their hand! Hope you know how to fix it.
  • Alchemists are welcome to change the shape of those snowballs. Maybe try and craft them into something a little more stealthy or projectile. Too bad that snow seems to want to turn into a batch of butterflies and be free... magic sure is tricky! But hey, they sure are pretty.

  • In the end, it seems while adventurers will be able to get plenty of practice in, some of that practice is going to come from trying to stop the side effects of mixing their powers with the magic snow; welcome to your first lesson in control. If one is going to use magic in conjunction with already magically imbued things, they ought to know the right amount, seems Merlin wants you all to learn in a trial by snowball error.

    Those who practice their magic and participate in the snowball fight will be given hot chocolate, warm soup, fresh baked goods, or other treats to warm them up after their training is done. But don’t slack off! You’re like to find your hot chocolate spiced with pickle flavor, that warm treat suddenly turns to ice cream in your mouth. Avalonians want that practice to happen, and are willing to add some incentive... whether that means the carrot or the icicle.




    All throughout the City of Camelot is a buzz of excitement about the oncoming winter solstice on the 21st. Citizens will tell you of the winter solstice's importance in cleansing the flow of Avalon's magic each year and absorbing sunlight to increase its potency. In other words, the winter solstice generates a significant amount of magic if the proper ritual is followed, so the visitors from other worlds really should head on over to Albion's White Cliffs.

    A ⦿ The Darkness in the White Cliffs
      The first task that you'll experience during the ritual is asking the Cliff Beast's permission to enter the cliffs. Though they look wholly solid on the outside, these cliffs contain a veritable labyrinth of magical caves that weave in and out of the chalky cliffs. As there is danger within these walls, it is recommended no one go alone. The Cliff Beast will only open a door to the caves for parties of two or more who present him with a gift. The gift doesn't need to be something significant, just a show of courtesy-- a lovely rock or a seashell will do, placed at the base of the cliff. The only gifts he will outright reject are precious gems and metals. Honestly, they make him a little nauseous-- and you don't want to see a cliff beast nauseous. In fact, if you try it, the Cliff Beast will suddenly burst into a rockslide right near where the gem was left. Watch out!

      Once you gain entrance, you will find there is no light within the caves and the door seems to close behind you. Non-magical lights won't illuminate anything within these caves, so you will need to either navigate through the darkness or find a magical means to light your path. Be wary-- traveling in the dark will be a much safer journey if you can find your way through the caves and keep track of your companions. The reason there is no light are the bat-like creatures that eat energy like fire and electricity. With the magical light attracting them and nothing to consume, they'll be very aggressive and swarm anything emitting heat.. like an unsuspecting traveler. Make too much noise, and the Cliff Beast will spit you out back onto the sand and you'll have to start over.


    B ⦿ "For a greedy man, even his tomb is too small."
      Those who persist within the caves will eventually come upon a room whose ceiling glistens with bioluminiscent microbes that are too small for the bats to eat. These little glowing creatures create reflections in the room that show just what it contains-- glimmerings of precious gems, gold, and other treasure cover the walls and floor, save for a large flat stone altar in the center. There are many hand-crafted clay cups filled with what appears to be water. The side of the alter has a very simple message: "TAKE ONE CUP TO THE SPRING, LEAVE THE REST. SPILL NO DROP." Sure enough, this matches with the instructions you were given about the ritual: Take a cup of waters harvested by the Asrai, a fairy that lives within the walls of the cliffs that cultivates it every year to bring to the Red Springs for the Winter Solstice.

      There is no clear warning about what will happen if you take anything besides your one cup. However, characters who disobey this instruction and take any of the riches within the cave will initially experience severe symptoms such as magical blockage, an endless common cold, and food turning to ash in their mouth. They will experience dreams in which they are urged to return the treasure and a day later, advanced symptoms if it goes on for too long have been known to result in vomiting frogs and snakes, insomnia, speaking in tongues despite the translation spell, bleeding from the ears, and eventually death.


    C ⦿ Drink Up
      Those who listen and take the Asrai's cups to the Red Springs will notice while carrying the cups, all creatures and threats will leave you in peace. Neither rain nor snow will touch you, parting from your path in both the sky and on the ground. The effects will only last as long as you don't spill a single drop. The ritual can still be completed, but the protections only work if you don't spill-- otherwise you'll be fighting off weather, creatures, other people, and whatever else you encounter as the effects of a spilled cup will cause those around you to try to steal your cup without thought for your safety, even if they might not even think to do normally.

      Upon arriving at the Red Springs, a party of people there to guide those who have made the ritual's journey to a particular pool within the vicinity of the springs. Characters will be directed to take a sip, then pour the rest into the Spring alongside your peers, finally throwing the clay cup itself into the spring. Throughout the day, you will begin to feel strangely giddy, but it will pass. Nothing much will seem like it happens otherwise, but the guides assure you that you will understand on the night of the winter solstice when the ritual is complete and your body becomes a conduit to purify and rejuvenate Avalon's magic.

      For now, as thanks, the guides offer you one of the celebratory gifts they have to offer-- free drinks (this time of the age-appropriate alcoholic or sugary variety), a free night's stay at the Red Springs, a yule log, an escort, a Recipe: Snow Dance. (Effect: Snow Dance will cause small flurries to pick up where the spell is cast, resulting in decreased visibility. Only works if snow is already present, as it cannot generate elements.) The choice is yours. Pick one.




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    *This Everwarm does not count toward your potion collection for those who wish to take up potion brewing. You must obtain Everwarm from the Elphame Trader's to count.
    **Jackets come in a variety of neutral colors, enchanted with a fit-adjustment spell that will adjust to your character's size.
    betweentheseconds: (Nice Jacket)

    Zenos yae Galvus | Final Fantasy XIV

    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-01 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    A - Soaking in Your Arrival

    [ It was fortunate that the sudden shifting of location struck Zenos while he was relatively lightly armored. No amount of warmth-granting potion nor helpful bobbing turtles would have been enough to keep him from plummeting like a stone, had he been properly garbed for battle. But he was not, and so the swim to shore is an easy enough thing, easy enough that by the time he reaches the shallows his mind is already turning over the possibilities as to what was happening.

    If all of that possibility-pondering leaves his gaze distant and leaves him caught in his own head for the moment, so be it. He rises to his feet with an easy motion, sodden long blond hair hanging forward over his face. Another easy motion and he is sweeping it up and wringing it out, then tossing it it over his shoulder. His next motion, just as easy as the rest, is to square his broad shoulders and cast his eyes out upon the shoreline... and then he gives a sudden start, surprised to find that the silvery sea dragon that had been trailing him all this while seemed insistent on following him out of the water.

    Hm. That's troublesome. Unthinkingly, he motions as though reaching to draw a sword, and startles awkwardly when he finds no blade at his hip.

    That's enough of an opening for the serpent, it seems. It lunges in and bites Zenos's grasping hand, setting him roaring and recoiling backwards, snapping his arm back powerfully in an effort to shake the beast loose. Perhaps someone should intervene? But surely a 7-fulm-something paragon of power like him can handle one little sea serpent familiar. ]


    B - Trial and Icy Errors

    [ A snowball fight holds little inherent appeal to Zenos. What use is there in a mockery of a 'fight' with no clear victor? No true violence, no stakes? But the invitation also included the exhortation to come and test new powers... and that, he must admit, is worth making the time for. Testing his new limits in a situation with much lower stakes seems... wise, if dull.

    So there he stands in the midst of it, his serpentine familiar Ginryu (who he has since worked out his differences with to the point of even granting the clever beast a name) wrapped protectively around a basket of snowballs, the pair sizing up the situation. He has ever been a man inclined to rely upon his own physical strength, but he has ever been adaptable as well... and he is determined to not let his loss of his Resonant powers be any sort of hinderance. For it has given him an inkling of how to begin tapping in to whatever new gifts this place has seen fit to grant him. He inhales, exhales, reaches purposely for a snowball and plucks one from the basket... and finds that three others lift up in tandem. ]


    ...hmm.

    [ Best to make the most of that. A quick glance to the side to sight a target, and then abruptly he is whipping that one clutched snowball at them with force enough to sting painfully upon impact. And it is followed shortly after by those three others, traveling at similar speed with similar strength.

    He is not smiling, now, but there's a hint of interest in his gaze now, at least. It is just as important to gauge the skills of others as it is to test his own limits. ]


    C - Wildcard

    [ Any particular ideas you'd like to see happen? Let me know! I'm [plurk.com profile] lampdevil on Plurk, and you can PM me on this journal! ]
    takoyakitori: (🦋014)

    B. I'm sorry

    [personal profile] takoyakitori 2020-12-01 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Tamaki is still waffling over the need to participate in something that very clearly is meant to turn into a disaster, so much so that he doesn't realize he's the target of a 4 fold attack. The first snowball pegs him squarely in the back of the head and he yelps, stumbling forward and dropping his bucket of snowballs.

    The next three, however, are blocked by his upper arm one after the other, instinctively. The impact stings of course, and his clothes are getting soaked but at least he's spared himself from getting pegged in the face FOUR times versus just one.

    It isn't until he's sure there are no more snowballs headed his way that he peeks out from around his arm, face screwed tightly into a grimace.]


    You're throwing those really hard, you know...!

    [This guy is intimidating by sheer presence, what the heck.]
    betweentheseconds: (Glance Down)

    But I'm probably the one that should be apologizing!

    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-01 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ That some effort was made to block the latter portion of his attack is the slightest bit impressive. It is what has Zenos picking up another snowball, and giving it a casual toss-and-catch as he makes unblinking eye contact with Tamaki. ]

    This is a snowball fight, is it not?

    [ Two more snowballs lift from the basket, and copy the motions of the first. ]

    If you feel sorely about it, hit me back.
    takoyakitori: (🦋026)

    nah it's fine, ITS Fine, they'll be fine

    [personal profile] takoyakitori 2020-12-02 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
    You kind of sound like a huge bully, you know that right? I thought adults had that kind of thing under control...

    [He's really really not sure he wants to get into any kind of fight with this guy, he's got the aura of a guy who really just means business.]

    I'm not any good with these powers, anyway. It's asking for trouble.

    [All the same he crouches down to pick up a snowball, his gaze flicking from it to the blond man currently seemingly determined for a "fight".]

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    menphina: (if you just let go)

    A-ish/Wildcard}

    [personal profile] menphina 2020-12-02 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Not exactly when he's having his trouble with his familiar, but after his arrival— she herself has been settling in and is coming by to look for any new and familiar faces. She knows how this works, by now, and if she sees anyone she does recognize, she's going to call out to them.

    Even has her traveling bag so that she can give them something warm to wrap around themselves! So as the newcomers are offloading and wandering in, she looks around and ends up (as expected) walking into a figure that seems to be intent on not getting out of the way!

    She makes an annoyed sound, ears frizzing as she begins to draw up a scolding when she — sees his face-

    And freezes.

    So does her little dragonet familiar, even if it doesn't know why she has frozen.

    Oh. Oh no.

    The sight of who she's looking at brings back the images of horror and pain, for certain- but also the vaguest recollection of something else tied to the world she was formerly in. It's enough to make her take a few wary steps back and stare, however-

    Actually, never mind, she's still scolding him. ]


    Don't go knocking people off their feet!

    [ Why did that not come out as strongly as she wanted it?! She coughs and tries again. ]

    And I should warn you, you aren't to go picking fights willy-nilly around here!

    [ Actually she hasn't seen a rule like that but- what the hells. Of all the people to run into why did it have to be him?! ]
    betweentheseconds: (Intense Glare)

    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-03 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Still somewhat soggy and sporting a variety of serpent bites upon his person, Zenos is in no mood to be considerate of the personal space of others. Or, at least, in even less of a mood to do so than he otherwise would be. And so he collides with Megumi, and the impact budges him not so much as an ilm.

    It does make him stop, though. Stop, and frown, and take in the absolutely wild series of expressions that flit across her face. None of them are unfamiliar things, no, he knows a vast variety of looks of fear and anger... but most varieties of fear require a reason. ]


    Hn.

    [ His eyes narrow, his displeasure plain, when she has the audacity to try and command him... but the latter command is a far more interesting thing than the former. What evidence does this Miqo'te have that he is the sort inclined to fighting? ]

    And how, precisely, do you intend to enforce this command?

    [ Please, do tell him. He would like to hear this. He would like to see if she stammers and squirms and retreats, or if there's fire under all of the smouldering.

    His serpent friend, also looking a bit worse for the wear as it trails a pace behind him, gives a hiss. ]
    menphina: (this stick will give me children)

    you had to use a threatening icon didn't you

    [personal profile] menphina 2020-12-03 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Her younger self would have certainly reacted as such— not backed away, perhaps, but definitely flailed and panicked over his response.

    She, on the other hand, has a little more composure than that, and her dragonet seems to follow suit, watching her reactions. It puffs out a little bit of blue smoke, and she lifts a hand dismissively. ]


    However it needs to be enforced, Zenos yae Galvus. New world or not, there are still going to be some who know of your reputation, you know.

    [ Yet, she seems to be talking to him with a little more familiarity than one would with a prince of an enemy Empire. ]

    Now come this way, you're still dripping all over.

    [ She certainly doesn't waste time. ]

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    punchpass: (excuse me)

    A. time for him to befriend all the villains

    [personal profile] punchpass 2020-12-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
    [Kuroko had volunteered to come and help the newest arrivals, remembering how confusing it had been for him the first time, but he wasn't expecting a large man getting into a fight with what looked like his own familiar.

    Amon, his own large flaming hellhound had taken a defensive stance, growling, but Kuroko held him off for the moment. This man seemed dangerous but he did want to at least try to resolve this without violence.

    Hoping that his nearly invisible presence didn't let him get attacked this time, he spoke up.]


    Excuse me. I believe that creature is not actually here to harm you. I don't suggest fighting it.
    betweentheseconds: (Grimace)

    There is just so much possible friendship here, yes

    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-04 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ It's a good suggestion, but one that has arrived a bit too late. For the fight has already begun, and it's going to need some resolving before Zenos is in any state to reply to it. ]

    GRAAAH!

    [ He grasps the serpent by its long body, pulls hard enough to dislodge it from his hand with much hissing and screeching, begins to grip harder... and finds that it only results in the slippery thing twisting free and splashing back into the knee-deep water below.

    He uses this pause in the fight to look in Kuroko's direction. ]


    You're mistaken if you think-

    [ And then the sea serpent is biting him in the thigh, and he is roaring and snatching for the blasted thing again. Maybe it's just that they're both violent and irritable sorts... ]
    punchpass: (v srs sideview)

    [personal profile] punchpass 2020-12-05 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Well, that certainly didn't seem to work. This guy was really trigger happy it seemed, and his familiar just as much. Kuroko's animal magic didn't work on other people's familiars, but he glanced towards Amon who got the message.

    The large hellhound was already approaching the two, growling in an attempt to seperate the two before he started using his teeth. Despite this feeling like a downhill battle, Kuroko trying to get his arms in there too.]


    If you keep provoking it, it will keep biting you. Please stop before one of you gets hurt.

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    emet_sulk: (09 it can't be)

    B

    [personal profile] emet_sulk 2020-12-03 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Emet-Selch has taken a basket of snowballs for himself and sat out of the way with them, hoping to avoid being drawn into the snowball fight happening amongst the rest of the arrivals, old and new. His familiar sits on its haunches by his feet, watching him try to scribe runes into the side of the enchanted snow.

    It's just as a plethora of snowy butterflies have taken wing that Zenos' projectiles whack him on the back.

    Irritated, he swivels around, mouth open to deliver a scathing indictment on the person responsible. But when he does see who it is, he freezes. Of all the people to arrive here... ]


    ...Don't tell me your father is about to join us in a moment, [ he says, still with a bite of annoyance in his tone. ]
    betweentheseconds: (Wary Wounded)

    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-06 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [ That sudden turnabout-and-reveal has Zenos freezing as well. He'd been ready to snatch up another snowball, but is caught mid-grasp, fingers stilled with the surprise of it. Oh, he'd heard that an Ascian had been wandering around in the guise of his not-so-late great-grandfather, but to actually see such a thing is the slightest bit unnerving.

    It's the lack of beard, he thinks, that's making it seem particularly wrong. ]


    I would hope not.

    [ But the old man's miserable attitude hasn't changed a bit. That's something. He follows through with his earlier intent of plucking another snowball. ]

    But it seems it's not entirely impossible a thing to have happen, given your presence here.

    [ He knows you're supposed to be dead, great-grandfather. Perhaps there will be an explanation? He's listening. ]
    emet_sulk: (41 ...and what it is not)

    [personal profile] emet_sulk 2020-12-06 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
    [ His eyes flick to the snowball plucked by his great-grandson then back to their face. He's not feeling the least bit threatened of course - Zenos has many years to go before Emet-Selch feels threatened by someone not the Warrior of Light - but that doesn't mean he likes being pelted with snow. ]

    I'm afraid I don't quite follow your meaning, boy, but I half expect the entire army to follow us here at this point.

    [ He doesn't know Varis is dead. ]

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    seasoflight: (backing down)

    A-ish

    [personal profile] seasoflight 2020-12-03 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    Felih likes to wander, and this is not new. He also loves the sea, which is also not new, and he's taken to wandering the beaches often just in case anything (or anyone) interesting washes up, because this magical realm is full of surprises!

    Unfortunately for Felih, today's surprise came in the form of a very familiar, terrifying Garlean prince.

    As soon as he comes close enough to realize who the man is, he instinctively freezes up, ears pinning back and tail tucking between his legs as his heart starts to race. He. He should run. He should definitely... definitely run... But right now he can hardly move.
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    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-06 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
    Zenos certainly looks like he has washed up, that's for certain. He is waterlogged, and there is a silvery sea serpent of moderate size draped about his shoulders, and... are those bites on his face and hands? Felih is free to notice.

    He is, however, beneath Zenos's notice at the moment. His eyes pass over him, certainly, as he scans the beach for lost items of his own... but they do not return to him. What's one more frightened and rattled and utterly unremarkable person to someone like him?

    "Ah." Especially when he has spotted what looks to be Ame-no-Habakiri, laid out on the shore. He changes course and his steps quicken, coming closer and closer towards where Felih has found himself frozen. Mere coincidence, of course, but neither of them know that.
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    [personal profile] seasoflight 2020-12-06 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
    Felih, of course, has no idea about the sword. His eyes are too frozen on Zenos to look at much else, but the instant the prince starts to actually march towards him- and quickly, at that- Felih finally feels that jolt inside him that lets him break free of the freeze instinct he still has to fight with.

    He bolts, because without his offensive magic, he's nigh defenseless. His chakrams will do little against a foe like Zenos, and here, he is without his beloved team to support him. All he can do is run like hell for a hiding place, and also eventually get the wherewithal to let everyone else know that Zenos is here.

    It is very likely that Zenos will later encounter Felih trying to de-stress and calm down in a hot spring. Water is his home and comfort. He feels more at ease there, he can relax... things will be fine. Zenos would never come to a bathhouse, right? He seems like the type to think it pointless.

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    [personal profile] omnicrafter 2020-12-04 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [Admittedly, Zenos yae Galvus is not the person she expected to see approaching a snowball fight. The first thing she thinks is, "oh, gods damn it all, this would be my luck."

    The second thing she thinks is, "fuck me, better get this over with."

    Perhaps it's cheating to bring a sword to a snowball fight, but one can never be too careful. So, at the sight of three projectiles hurling towards her, she steps back against the momentum and makes a horizontal slash, to cleave the snowballs in half. One is a bit too high for her to reach with that slice, however, and smacks her square in the side of the head.]


    --Shite.

    [That hurt. She reaches up to swipe the snow out of her hair. But what good does healing magic do, imbued in a snowball? Then, the thought of what it does here leads her to wonder in turn: would such a thing work on someone like Zenos, stripped of his abilities?

    Without a word, she glances at a pile of snow, gathers it up, and starts imbuing a few shots. For someone deficient of the feeling of pleasure, would a magical influence be able to change that, even just slightly? Perhaps being able to entertain him in some measure is a more important skill than being able to fight him while they're all on relatively equal ground...]
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    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-06 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ No one has said that it's cheating to have a sword on hand for a snowball fight... which is, perhaps, why Irhya's swift effort at deflecting his 'attack' holds his interest. Holds it enough that he's actually swift with his next volley. And it is a volley, for he's testing the limits of his new kinetic powers by gesturing upwards to lift, then miming an empty-handed throw, the result of which is the entire basket of colorful snowballs flinging themselves at her.

    Which then proceed to explode into a veritable cloud of pastel-colored snow just before they can manage to make impact with her. The magic here is purposely tricky, after all, and Zenos has yet to fully grasp that fact. ]
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    [personal profile] omnicrafter 2020-12-07 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [...Oh. Cool. Now she's covered in pastel powder that clings stubbornly to her hair and clothes, but at least it's not a flying projectile impact. Looking bemused, Irhya then bites her lip and takes a few of her snowballs in hand, deciding to take a few bold steps forward so he can't just jump out of the way so easily.

    One after another she pitches them at him with full-body throws, unafraid to draw closer to maximize her accuracy in a mirror of her usual combat strategy. Normally, it wouldn't matter so much, but it's imperative these at least hit their mark, even if it means putting herself out there as a broad target in the aftermath when she runs out.

    In fact, any that impact him, if at all, should cause a tingly, relaxing sort of sensation; not quite happiness, but certainly a sense of calm. It just remains to be seen how it affects him, for being the antithesis of his usual state of being -- and she is interested to see.]

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    [personal profile] gundhamster 2020-12-04 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Gundham had come down to the lake to scout the new arrivals for any familiar faces. Zenos caught his attention almost immediately but was disregarded a second later as he noted he wasn't who Gundham initially thought he was. ...Though there was a regal air about him that nagged at Gundham's mind. Of course, the roar that rang out caught his attention again, and he quickly sent his own familiar in to help deal with the serpent.]

    [Zenos would likely notice the serpent's eyes darkening unnaturally as if night had fallen purely for the serpent before a bear the size of a small horse charged in and swiped at the serpent's body attempting to dislodge it, Gundham following after it, his bandaged arm still glowing with a dark aura.]


    It is dangerous here. If you can move, I highly suggest getting to the stairs.
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    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
    [ One way or another, Zenos has a way of being hard to ignore, doesn't he? But he is not one to return the noticing-others favor at the moment, for he is preparing to engage in deadly battle with the beast that's latched itself onto him. He thrashes, stumbles back, corrects his balance, makes a grab...

    And it's just in time for that bear the size of a small horse bolts in and takes a swipe at the snakey familiar. A swipe that said familiar seems to anticipate, and so it unlatches from Zenos's arm, twists and writhes, and deftly curls itself about the enormous man's shoulders as though it were frightened. ]


    Wh-

    [ Zenos himself had expected none of that, but he should have, and so it has all left him wild-eyed and on edge, and no small amount confused. He looks at the bear. Looks at the young man commanding it. Looks between them both one more time. ]

    What?

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    [personal profile] helms 2020-12-05 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Kain is hardly of a mind to participate in a snowball fight, either — he does not look down upon them as distraction and festivity for those who wish it, but there is no need for him lob packed snow at strangers. However, simple observation is another matter; it’s easy enough to get a quick sketch of an individual's personality by how eager they are to toss snowballs at a random passerby, or to glean information on the magic at work in this world, touched as they all are with the ability to wield it.

    He’s found a shaded place to stow himself away, to watch from a distance all the goings-on before him. That is until he catches something in his periphery — the arc of an item blisteringly fast flying his way, and it’s only through instinct alone that Kain raises a gauntleted forearm to block the incoming assault.

    An assault that explodes in a spray of white powder, followed by another concurrent round. The next few he manages to miss by mere inches, twisting his body out of the way, though the last one still shears past his dragoon armor, splaying itself in half before it lands behind him.

    Kain frowns. Deeply.]


    Was that strictly necessary? You should find more entertainment in assailing those who have an interest in fighting back.

    [“Fighting” being used very liberally, here.]
    betweentheseconds: (Wistful-like)

    Pardon the delay! New FFXIV patch hit.

    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-10 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    Is any of this necessary?

    [ That was a fine reaction to so vicious a volley of snowballs, in Zenos's estimation. So much so that he's tempted to just forget about the snow and the magic practice entirely and go retrieve his sword and see how things proceed from there.

    But he withholds that impulse. The corners of his mouth twitch, but he does not quite smile. ]


    If you've no interest in the exercise, why are you here?

    [ It really isn't much of a 'fight', yes. But it seems to be serving some purpose, at least in giving him a better idea of the other sorts of people that have been brought to this place. ]

    Confident enough in your skills, are you?

    [ It is making an assumption, and he knows it. The sort of assumption that, he hopes, may goad the man a step closer to returning with some violence of his own, snow-based or otherwise. ]
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    [personal profile] supersoldier 2020-12-06 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [He’s only just barely fished himself out of the water, and Sephiroth looks it, too. The long silver curtain of his hair is weighed down, heavy with it, and his bangs stick to the sides of his face, trailing further downwards in mercury swirls across metal pauldrons and dark leathers. For a man whose appearance is mostly untouched by the elements—the vaguest tinge of vanity has something to do with that, too, no doubt—there’s little anyone can do about being plunked straight into the freezing waters of the bay, stolen from one world to the next. One can hardly blame him for his appearance — nor the souring of his usually stolid and unaffected demeanor.

    For what it’s worth, though, he remains wordless as his boots trod through the loose sand of the shoreline, eyes fixed downwards as if seeking treasure hidden beneath the earth. He’s noted the turtles pushing in personal belongings like the slow rising tide, washing up valuables close to those who have lost them; and Sephiroth has lost one of his own. A hand no longer grips the familiar balance of a familiar blade, and he seeks to find its crescent steel peeking out from beneath the shore.

    And at a distance, he does — a metal shimmer that runs the length of curve that he would know absolutely anywhere. The problem? A man, taller than even him, seems to have found himself in a bit of trouble with a sea serpent-looking creature just adjacent. Sephiroth would rather just swoop in and take what is his, instead of interrupting the scene, but there seems to be little choice as their tussle brings them closer and closer to Masamune in the sand.

    Nothing for it, then, but to lope forward until he’s close enough to attempt to firmly grasp ahold of either flailing arm or serpent tail, with the boldness of a man who has never had much to fear in the past.]


    Calm down and step aside.
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    [personal profile] betweentheseconds 2020-12-28 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ An arm becomes available to grasp first, and Zenos is very surprised to find that his arm has been grasped. Not so surprised that he does not try to reflexively counter the effort, no, for he twists his arm and is immediately trying to reverse it into a grab in kind... but in the process of doing that he releases his hold on the serpent and he catches the unflinchingly certain expression on the other man's face.

    That's different. ]


    No.

    [ But not so different that he feels inclined towards not being his usual willful and violent self. Zenos's grip suddenly tightens, but before he can take any further violent action, the sea serpent is suddenly back on the scene. A sharp hiss is all the warning that it gives before it makes a valiant effort at biting the silver-haired man on the thigh. ]