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.

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[guitar_hero]

The Doctor can't help but be annoyed by this. Snapping fingers and coming up with witty one liners and ideas was his thing. He doesn't know who Janet is but he has found himself wishing Nardole were here if only to help provide distraction. Him, he could rebuild.

He stops to see what the senior citizen would do and grudgingly admires the fire abilities, reclassifying him as -- well, he wasn't sure,but not just a simple human. The dire chicken roars in pain-- and starts charging toward them again, blinded though it is. It's in panic and fury, stomping everything it can't peck at and pecking everything it doesn't stomp.

He grabs the guy by the shoulders and yanks him clear of a downward stroke of the beak.

"That was brilliant." And it was. "Now run away and I'll handle the rest." And gives the man a shove in a clear direction. What he's going to do he doesn't know but he doesn't need a mad ragey chicken hurting even more people.

[takeitsleazy]

"Run away? No! Absolutely not! YOU do it!"

And he grabs Twelve by the shoulders and shoves him away. Because really, who does this squishy human think he is? "I appreciate your moral imperative but I can lead it away by hissing it off even more and making it chase me. And I may not look like it, but I can keep this up longer than you probably can."

[guitar_hero]

Excu--

"Who just goes 'round pushing people! Just go!" He gives him a push. "I can hold this up for much longer than you can! I mean look at you, you're like the crypt keeper. I'm barely out of my twenties. Get lost already."

[takeitsleazy]

"That was only a part time job, you know, and - wait, how would you know that? I wasn't even in training yet. And your twenty WHATS, exactly?"

The bird goes for both of them, striking the ground between them. Michael turns to face it, setting his jaw.

"D'you MIND?!"

[guitar_hero]

"Training for what?" He rolls his eyes at the bird. "Some people just have to nose in on every conversation." He whips out his sonic, watching the thing track it and realizes it has some sight left.

"Here, step back." He holds out an arm to move the man out of the way and then, pulling a chalk marker from his pocket, draws a straight line down the street, right in the bird's eyesight. It seems hypnotized by it, even sinking down to stare at it, one good eye cocked toward it.

"There you are." He pats the Chicken's head. "Not so bad are you. Just a little giant and a little hungry. Maybe there's a farmer somewhere with a very big coop that could take you in."

He glances once more at the senior citizen. "Where were we?"

[smilingarmor]

"Soaps can have many different scents, depending on what's used to make them," Sylvando pointed out. "And it says what it is right on the label. You see?" He picked up another bar of the same soap and turned it so that the stranger could see the label attached to it, which clearly indicated that it was indeed soap, and certainly not edible.

"Though did I hear that you were planning a party, honey?", he said. "Because if so, you're in luck! The Great Sylvando, entertainer extraordinaire, at your service." He bowed theatrically in the stranger's direction.

[takeitsleazy]

"Architecture," he says, not missing a beat. He's had bigger, meaner co-workers, after all. "I was training for architecture. You know, building Neighborhoods. Learning how to see and work in all nine dimensions, the usual stuff. Only having three to work with here is really, really weird getting used to, but you work with what you've got."

He eyes that chalk line, himself, recognizing exactly what happened and why.

"Nice. Like giving a smart phone with YouTube or Tumblr open to ... well, anyone."

[takeitsleazy]

"How did I miss that? Ugh. Thank you, Sylvando." He smiled at the bowing: Sylvando was already reminding him quite a bit of Tahani: they even both had long, dark hair and similar complexions.

"I'm Michael, and yes, I thought a party might be a good idea. Whenever a bunch of people find themselves in a new, unfamiliar place, the best way to get them to all know each other is a party. It's basic architecture."

[guitar_hero]

"Architecture...of the crypt." Don't think he missed that line of reasoning. "Also normal architects don't think in nine dimensions. Not to mention outdated pop cultural references to show how impressive and hip you are." He points dramatically. "I'm calling you out. You're not who you're pretending you are."

[takeitsleazy]

"I wasn't ever pretending to be anyone. You just made assumptions." He smirks.

[guitar_hero]

"Then why the lie about architecture?" Well not a lie. A feint. He knows them when he sees them.

"You're hiding something."

[smilingarmor]

Hey, Sylvando had been pulled clear out of his world and into another, completely unfamiliar one. He figured it was probably best not to go making assumptions about what the people he met were. Even if they bore more than a passing resemblance to the sacred statues that tended to be placed as protective measures near campsites. After all, for all he knew, having wings could be perfectly normal where this fellow was from.

Sylvando just chuckled at that description though. Both because he knew someone who used wands for very real magic, and because the scenario, however embarrassing, this fellow might find it, sounded amusing in itself. "Now now, never fear, my winged friend," he said. "The Great Sylvando is well beyond the level of an enthusiastic amateur. In fact, I'd bet that I can keep even you guessing as to what's real magic and what's just part of the show." It likely helped that some of his props back home were a little of both, and he didn't doubt that he could find something similar here.

[takeitsleazy]

"It isn't a lie, so much as a type of architecture you'd be unfamiliar with. As to what I'm hiding, it's a little necessary. Or it was before I got brought here. Given how this is going over -" He gestures to the chicken, which is still staring at the ground like it's the newest season of Stranger Things, "I'm thinking it might still be a little necessary. It's not what I look like that's quite as important as what I do. And I'm not even an Architect, anymore, really, more of an ... afterlife coach."

He gives the Doctor a critical once-over of his own. "A hider knows a hider, too, you know. A human would've tried to kill that thing, no matter what their moral imperative was. They'd feel too threatened."

[smilingarmor]

"Well, I don't suppose I can blame you," Sylvando said. "This place is rather fabulous isn't it? It's easy to get a bit distracted." He game Michael a cheerful wink. No, he didn't really think it was easy to mix up a bar of soap with something edible, even while distracted, but he also didn't want this odd fellow to feel too badly about it.

"And I couldn't agree more!", he said. "Now, what sort of party did you have in mind, hmm? A block party of the whole neighborhood, or something a bit smaller and more intimate?"

[takeitsleazy]

"It really is. There's just so much great human stuff, and I want to try all of it." Maybe that would explain things for Sylvando a little, at least in terms of the oddity.

"A block party... those are the outdoors ones, right? That might be a better idea. Trying to get everyone to fit into these little places we were all given wouldn't go very well. No one would have room to dance anything except the Sardine."

He demonstrated by flattening his arms to his sides and just ... wiggling vaguely. It was all the rage in The Bad Place. The inventor had gotten free spiders for life from the Sinkin' Spiders place on the corner, the really good one.

[guitar_hero]

"Well that's an interesting job title." He takes him at his word, because what is there to doubt? He doesn't know his origin really. Not human. He also doesn't know if that's a metaphor or he's an actual spiritual presence for the dead. Though he's reasoning they're in some matrix like environment where everyone is wearing cool leather coats and speaking witty American one-liners before shooting everything.

"You're not much of a coach if that's what you believe. Humans are capable of more evil than some can conceive but... oh... so much mercy." He strokes the chicken's head. "So much kindness. Compassion. I've learned a lot from them. And it's because of them that I didn't kill this chicken and gave it a fighting chance to be something better. Though given its nature... Who knows."

He glances at the chicken, then back to the man.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way. Nice to meet you. You don't suppose there's a giant chicken wrangler somewhere around here? I'd hate to leave it lying around."

Re: (The Great) Sylvando | Dragon Quest XI

[smilingarmor]

The throat was relatively vulnerable for most creatures, yes, and this proved true for the corrupted cat as the impact of the apple on it's throat caused another fit of coughing. One which Sylvando again took advantage of adding a few more sword cuts to the creature's growing collection. It was obviously weakening, abut also far too angry at this point to stop fighting, swiping at Sylvando with its claws.

He ducked aside as the next apple hit the side of the creatures neck with much less impact than the previous one. Though a quick glance at Mal showed that this had likely been a deliberate move on her part. So when the cat creature began to stalk closer to her in a bit of a wider arc, hoping to come at her from the side, Sylvando followed it, keeping watch on them both and ready to take advantage of it when Mal made her next move.

[smilingarmor]

Sylvando waved off the insult that the other had received before. "Eh, everyone's a critic, darling," he said. "You could use a bit of polish here and there, true, but you really do have talent."

He bowed theatrically as he introduced himself. "The Great Sylvando, at your service," he said. "Though who's this 'Haley', hmm? Is she your girlfriend?"

[smilingarmor]

Yeah, that would explain it a bit. "Oh I know!", Sylvando said, no less enthusiastic for being very human himself. "Have you tried the ice cream yet? It's delicious! There's nothing quite like it where I'm from." Mostly because Erdrea was pre-industrial so things like ice cream weren't exactly practical.

He nodded to indicate that that was indeed what a block party was. That 'dance' though... "Yes, I think we'd definitely want to avoid people having to do that," he said. "So outdoors it is! Much better of an idea anyway, given the gorgeous weather this place seems to have, si?"

[takeitsleazy]

That elicited a gasp of delight. "You know, I haven't, yet! Not here. But I've had plenty of frozen yogurt. That would be good block party food, right? Ice cream? ... Or is that too drippy? People get very particular about clothes..."

[takeitsleazy]

"Michael. And you're right, some of them are. But most of them aren't, and until I know what the ratio's like, here, I think I'll play it safe."

He considered the chicken for a few moments, then their surroundings, then the Doctor, and finally, himself.

"I don't. Know a chicken wrangler, I mean. And generally, when you don't have anyone to go to, you've just got to fix the thing yourself. Since I'm trained to create ideal environments for certain conditions ... if you can keep it still like that for a little longer, I can find a place for it to live where it won't hurt anything. Or try to make one."

It had to be worth at least a few thousand points. Not that that was why he was doing it, of course.

[guitar_hero]

"Oh, like the craft store. That coup was never going to work from the start I think. Ne'er a war was won that started off with a glitter cannonade." But never mind. "And humans have the capacity for both. One human, super evil, super good. They're not unique among species but they do tend to surprise you more often than not."

"Alright." He slides his hands in his pockets. "Create one. Let me see what you can do."

[strangeandunusual]

"Thanks." She smiled, a little sheepish. "I read about it in a book about a haunted hotel. The main character is this writer who goes up there with his wife and son to take care of it in the winter, when no one's there, and he goes kind of ... crazy. Okay, a lot of crazy. But at one point, he has this nightmare where the topiaries come to life and chase him, and I thought: what if I could make it real?"

[strangeandunusual]

"2019? Really, that's it?!" She nearly snorted her soda. "That's only another thirty years. I'll be - well, his age."

Forget being faced with her own mortality. That, she could deal with any day. Being as old as her father was another story entirely.

[smilingarmor]

"Dealing with royalty and saving people from monsters I can understand," Sylvando said. "The latter certainly happens more often than I'd like back home. But the rest..." He shrugged. "I'm afraid that's a bit outside my experience, darling."

Something he'd said seemed to have brought her down again, though, and he began to try and think of a way to counter it. Though he quickly found that he couldn't entirely regret it, given the song she sang in response. "That was lovely," he said sincerely when she'd finished. "You have a beautiful singing voice, did you know that? It's too bad my flute didn't make the trip with me, or we could have ourselves a little duet."