Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

Comments

[serpentinthegarden]

"Hm... rust, would be a shame."

But the words were spoken automatically as his thoughts had already turned to something else. That hadn't been nearly as much fun or caused nearly as much havoc as he had wished.

"Going the whole 'hero' route I suppose? Going to do what ever they tell you without question?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"What, still?"

Crowley looked her over thinking that untrue at this point and silently hoping she wasn't a 'magician' who was going to try to pull a coin out of his ear.

"Have you tried to do anything magical since you arrived? You're in for a shock."

Re: I. It's always money problems...

[beancounter]

"You're right! These people are supposed to be for... protecting things and on the side of good, right? That's what they said were here here for, wasn't it? To save stuff? Then why can't they just ask us for help, rather than kidnap us? That's... not good. If they'd ask, I'm sure there'd be a lotta people who'd jump to help."

Fenton folded his arms and huffed petulantly, joining him in sulking. "Well... at the least they'll get a strongly-worded letter of complaint from me, that's for sure!"

Re: Fenton Crackshell | Ducktales '87 | Canon point TBD, PROBABLY post-series (both Ducktales + DWD)

[beancounter]

Half of what this guy was saying was starting to go right over Fenton's head. "Okay, I've no idea about anyone you're naming, or what this Myth Inc thing is. Is that from your home? If we could contact people back home, I'd already be calling Mr. McDuck for help. We can't get assets from your home; if this is something you really plan on doing, we have to build up our own assets, here. Which is the problem with us not getting paid in the first place, and we're back at square one!" He sighed, slumping dejectedly. "If only Mr. McDuck were here. He'd have this problem licked in a heartbeat."

Either by having enough funds on his own person so there was no money problem, or just his amazing business sense getting to work, sorting up all these problems they were having.

Re: Elan | Order Of The Stick

[beancounter]

"Can't hurt to try! Come on, let's go!" Coffee cup in one hand, he reaches for Elan's with the other, and starts dashing off to the corner where the Emporium was. He takes a spot kitten-cornered to the Emporium, setting the cup down. "Come one, come all, to enjoy the musical stylings off..."

He trailed off, then leaned in towards Elan. "ahh... what was your name?"

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

"Is that how you ended up here, D-hoppered yourself right into another dimension you can't escape from?"

Crowley looked skeptically around the place.

"They better have decent ale."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Really don't care who Ray is!"

He ducked a paw as it slashed at them just overhead.

"Come up with something!"

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

"Right, castle, angel, paint."

Really if he had been thinking he might have denied that 'your angel' bit but he was too worried to pay it much mind. Crowley just waved and set off in the opposite direction to begin the hunt.

Re: I. It's always money problems...

[serpentinthegarden]

"When you do make sure to send it to that 'wizard' in the blue nightgown."

Those might have been robes but they weren't the least bit impressive to him, definitely looked like light blue bed clothes complete with a far too heavily starched nightcap.

"In fact I wonder... if we did enough of that maybe they would begin to regret it all and send everyone home. What do they call it..." Searching for a word, "Civil disobedience?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

I'm sure you can try. But you may find yourself quite surprised~!

Re: Fenton Crackshell | Ducktales '87 | Canon point TBD, PROBABLY post-series (both Ducktales + DWD)

[situational_ethics]

he rolled his gold eyes. "You have to be prepared for success. I was talking about contacting Deva only once we won, to retroactively officially get all the permissions I'm going to give our new company on the fly. That's all. We're going to be building up our own assets, never you worry my fine feathered friend."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Watch out!" But there's no time for the man to move so Aziraphale prays that he won't get too seriously damaged and insinuates himself in the way, getting knocked to the ground instead and rather painfully.

"I hate to be an imposition..." He gasps a little as he tries to keep the snake from biting him. "But could you possibly...?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Mmm. But you know, expense doesn't equal quality. There are some things money can't buy. A good flavor, a filling meal, the memory that goes with a scent or a glance. I don't know your palette, my dear, but if you trust me, I'm sure you will have a fine meal-- and one you can look on fondly."

Besides which he really can't afford all that.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Certainly." He's a bit offended at it being called a 'plot recap' and not an incredibly stressful period of his life, but never mind. "Shall we?" And before they get too much further. "Do you have any particular preferences as far as drinks go?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Say what you wish. I've told you where it is." And he will have no more to do with him. Giving him a slightly awkward nod, he marches off, feathers still a bit ruffled.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Really? [his wings perk a bit at that but he doesn't notice] Good and evil? Working side by side? Together? Is that possible?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

And if his knee should happen to brush against Crowley's and rest there, well, it was just because of proximity.

"Kid with a wand? Oh...you mean...Harry Potter." He makes a face as he says that name. "Honestly, I had people ringing my shop for months wondering whether I had copies that were sold out everywhere else. Beastly little series." He was not entirley happy.

"How did you know he had a scar?" He can't help but raise an eyebrow at that.

"I wish it were that simple... But I have a feeling if we don't help, we'll be stuck here."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Right. Good try. Don't think that worked." Considering the creature seemed even angrier than before. "Shall we run?"

[beancounter]

"Right behind you..." whimpered Fenton, already taking a couple steps towards the guy in white, ready to book it. He hoped they'd be able to find someone a little more prepared to deal with these things!

Re: I. It's always money problems...

[beancounter]

"Check," said Fenton. The guy in blue did seem to be the one more in charge of everything. Hopefully he was more willing to listen, too.

Fenton scratched his head. "If we don't agree to help, will they even send us home? They can get other people. But if we don't agree to help, and we're still all stuck here, and those things keep invading... If no one agrees to help..." A shudder ran through him at the thought of what that'd mean. Then he sighed. "Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place."

He felt torn. Fenton wanted to help... it was just part of the inherent hero nature of his. Was it too much to ask for a little payment to help make ends meet, though? Since this place expected them to pay for anything beyond basic housing and food... He knew if worse came to worse, though, he'd stay and help. Someone had to.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

That was the general idea. The monster itself seemed to be gearing itself for a charge, so he takes the duck's hand.

"We might have to get out of here faster than expected. Hold on tightly!" And he spreads his wings and tries his first fly spell. Not that he can't fly on his own but the spell certainly gives him a boost to get him off the ground quick.

Too quick in fact.

Entirely too quick.

One could say they are shooting fifty feet in the air and zipped away by the wind as Aziraphale fights to get control.

This...was probably not the best idea in retrospect.

Re: Fenton Crackshell | Ducktales '87 | Canon point TBD, PROBABLY post-series (both Ducktales + DWD)

[ticoticosamba]

"His..accountant?" That didn't sound very exciting but, eh, most work was not exciting. Ze's look shifted, looking slightly confused before shaking his head.

"No, no, no. Daisy is a very, very beautiful duck that has become lucky and caught the eye of Donald." He scratches his head. This, was...odd. He knew that Donald and his three little nephews lived a very civilian life.

"I am certain Donal' is no ah, active? That is the word, yes?"

[ticoticosamba]

Well, yes? Or else we would not be here training.

[He looked over at Merlin for a moment before smirking.]

Or are you think that this man would do all this without being certain that the 'bad' guys and the 'good' guys can work to save themselves?

[serpentinthegarden]

And if in bouncing his own knee as if his foot were falling asleep it should happen to rub against Azriaphale's... well, that was just being done on purpose, obviously.

"Riight, Harry Potter that was it!"

He leaned closer, grinning from ear to ear, because the angel was so certain he had caught him reading a book.

"Watched the movies. Every one of them. Thought the kids were pretty good. Most child actors are... eh, they try, but these ones could actually act for the most part."

The brief joy was tempered by the rest of what Azriaphale said, about being stuck here. Yes, he was starting to think the Earth was a lost cause but you don't abandon one lost cause to take up another.

"Anyway I don't know what they expect us to do without our powers."

Crowley snapped his fingers and while a gust of wind with a boy tumbling along inside it blew past them nothing even remotely demonic or magical happened.

"Look at these items they said, pick the one that speaks to you..." He huffed, "Well, none of them did. And I'm certainly not going to slither over to every monster that shows up and introduce them to my fangs. I don't like doing that."

[beancounter]

"GLEEEEEP!"

Fenton clutched at the guy, wrapping both arms and his legs around him, holding on for dear life. This was too high. This was MUCH too high! And too fast. The flight felt like a roller coaster gone out of control. He'd really like to have his helmet-copter right about now, thankyouverymuch! Fenton squeezed his eyes shut as he held on tighter.

"At least we got away from that thing?"