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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Re: (The Great) Sylvando | Dragon Quest XI

[idiotic_bard]

Exploring!

Elan might have forgotten his desperate mission at the sight of an adorable little lute. His own lute was back with the rest of his loot. Wherever that was. Probably Haley had it all. That was fine. Except that he really wanted this lute, and didn't seem to have any copper or silver coins. Again, probably his girlfriend took them. Which was fine. Except he really really wanted that lute. And stealing it would be wrong. Probably. But he's a Bard, and when all else failed there was one way to earn money! He asked to borrow one of the novelty hats, then put it on the ground, open side up and began singing.

Re: Aziraphale | Good Omens

[idiotic_bard]

I.

Elan has come to accept the oddness of this place and is skipping along happily when he sees the man in white with the white wings. His mismatched eyes go huge as he approaches.

"Excuse me, but I have to ask. You're in an all white suit. With fair hair and skin. And white wings. And don't look human. I just have to know. Because you sort of seem like you might be. I mean, I don't know much about these things. But. Are you. A... Doctor?" he asked, wide eyed and expectant.

What, you didn't expect him to actually guess you were an angel, did you?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Don't look human?" What did that mean? Oh, the wings certainly, but he looked perfectly respectable. "I expect I might be glowing a bit." As that does happen.

But then...the last words throw him for a loop.

"Well... I suppose... of a sort..." He does heal after all and he is there to encourage people in their spiritual health. "I am a bit like a ... a faith healer."

[idiotic_bard]

"Oh. Like a cleric or a paladin? Cool. One of my best friends is a cleric, and there are some really nice Paladins who used to live in Azure city before it got taken over by the forces of evil," he said with a nod. "Well I mean, I guess some of them could have been chaotic, but I'm pretty sure that Xykon is evil, anyway. And Redcloak. You can tell because his cloak is red. Oh, and because he's a goblin. Pretty sure they're in the monster manual as always evil. I mean even those teenager goblins who decided to be good to rebel against their parents didn't stay good. Well, some of them did, but one of them kidnapped Haley. Which wasn't good. Unless maybe it was a good act since she's neutral? Does that make it a neutral act?" Now he was confusing himself. As well as anyone who had the misfortune to hear him.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He can't sense it, not really. But he's seen enough of people in his six millennia to have a small inkling of what she's going through. And there are pieces to fit together. She has some kind of twisted mother figure and is trying to get out of her shadow, but afraid to do so-- Perhaps not even sure if she can.

Well he understands that sentiment well enough. Not for him of course. But for others he knows a bit more intimately.

"Lead the way." He smiles and gestures for her to go ahead. "I apologize if I'm keeping you from your plans." Though he's really only saying these to find out of she has them and what kind of things she gets up to in this strange place.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh...dear. Fantasy. He's never been much good with fantasy. Nor scifi when it comes to it.

"I'm sure I don't know, my dear." Honestly he wasn't paying attention to most anything after Paladin. "I hope it works out for you."

Wow my typo last post, lol.

[mal_contented]

Like she was about to admit to him that she had no plans? Not happening. So she shrugged and started walking again. Walking meant not facing him, which meant she had a few moments to try and gather herself and get her emotions in check.

She just wanted to go home. But at the moment... she wasn't sure where she meant. Sh wanted the comfort of people running from her and the smell of spray paint and rot. But she also wanted a bowl of strawberries while sitting with Ben after class. Ugh!

She forced her face into an expressionless mask as they got the the small cafe where she'd stolen the money for her breakfast. Which hadn't been terrible, even if the preserves were a little too fake tasting. amazing how fast she had gotten spoiled. Gotten soft. "There. Food. Less greasy than corn dogs."

[idiotic_bard]

Now he was really confused. "I think one of us just failed a listen check. Hope... what works out for me?"

[smilingarmor]

Now there was something of an odd-looking fellow. Appearances aside though, he seemed to be a boy after Sylvando's own heart. Having caught on to the purpose behind the impromptu performance, he decided to help the young man out a little, joining in with a little improvised dance routine to go along with his song, hoping to attract more of an audience, and thus a bit more money.

[idiotic_bard]

Elan beamed happily, and got the vendor to let him borrow the lute he wanted to buy and he handed music to the singing and dancing. Nothing like bonuses to a performance check!

[serpentinthegarden]

"We're fucked either way, Azriaphale. Either we stay here and die or we go back there and watch the world burn... No matter which side wins we will lose."

Crowley scowled and cast a look back towards that small open widow as one of the monster's howls was carried past them on the wind.

"Think if I had to go I'd rather have it be like this."

At least they were together. His hand tightened on the angel's shoulder. It wasn't that he wanted to die, he very much didn't, but at least this was something more than he'd had a few hours ago when he felt he was alone and abandoned. Azriaphale lost to that damned ineffable plan...

The angel's eyes were the most wondrous of blues, often so full of light and joy, now they seemed more sad. Wasn't right really, for an angel to be sad. Wishing it to be otherwise lit a fire in his own golden set.

"But if we are going down, we're taking him with us! Go fill the ice bucket over there with water from the bathroom. Soak the window, the floor, the curtains, everything."

And with that he was off to collect a ceramic vase style lamp from the battered side table. He unplugged it carefully from the wall near the bed and ran it over to plug it back in to the wall just under the window.

Then he did the most brilliant thing ever, stuck his head out the window and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"We're over here you stupid mongrel! Did you really think you could track us?! What a pathetic excuse for a werewolf you are!! Your fleas could do better! COME ON! If you think you can win, we're waiting for you!!"

And the monstrous creature responded with a howl that swept through the alley and grew louder as the creature neared.

Re: (The Great) Sylvando | Dragon Quest XI

[smilingarmor]

And then there was a girl throwing apples at the creature. Not likely to be a very effective weapon on their own, but as a distraction? They could be very useful indeed.

"That's the spirit, darling!", he called out as her apple struck the vaguely feline monster right in the eye, making it yowl in mingled pain and anger and paw at its face. "An apple a day keeps the monsters away!"

Though a sword certainly didn't hurt either, and he took advantage of the situation to leap into the fray. Literally. He leaped from the top of the barrel, bringing down his sword in a long slash across the monster's back and giving it a whole new reason to yowl, before ducking nimbly away from its claws as it lashed out at him.

"Another one, if you please, Miss?", he called. Best to distract the beastie again before it had a chance to focus too much on him...

Re: (The Great) Sylvando | Dragon Quest XI

[mal_contented]

"The name isn't darling, it's MAL!" she growled as she readied another apple, waiting for the perfect moment. Specifically when it opened its mouth to take a bite out of him. She smirked and threw her apple right at the back of the creature's throat. "Choke on this," she muttered as her hit scored. She grabbed out two more apples, tossing one up and down in here hand. Odd how this was more satisfying to thrown than a rotten tomato....

XD I didn't even notice

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Thank you." He smiles, seeing her mask. It's not surprising. He can't guess what she might be thinking, but he doesn't need to read minds to know how to reach out. She also seemed to be somewhat hungry.

"May I thank you with a spot of lunch? Or something to drink perhaps? My treat."

Re: Apprentice Class!

[smilingarmor]

Sylvando, on the other hand, grinned. "Ooh, you're a feisty one!", he said. "This should be fun."

"Now then... en garde!", he said. Taking up a combat stance, he made the first move, striking out at the other man. It wouldn't be that difficult a blow to block, but Sylvando wanted to get a feel for the other's skill level before he decided how much he needed to step it up.

:D

[mal_contented]

She hesitated, but then finally nodded. A meal someone else paid for was a meal she didn't have to steal. And she still didn't have enough of a read on this place yet to know how she wanted to play things. "Fine," she said. She threw the door open and stood in there a moment taking in the room, and generally making an entrance, before going in and dropping herself into a seat with her back to a wall but space to either side.

TBF it *is* a possible mistake to make with Sylvando if one is distracted. XD

[smilingarmor]

Well given the earrings and the jester's outfit somewhat resembling a skirt, he could be forgiven for making the mistake under the circumstances. Though it was still amusing either way.

"I may be without my usual entourage, but it'll take more than this one hairy beastie to do me in," Sylvando said. Now if it called for help, then he might have a problem, since he didn't have a whip handy to let him hit multiple targets at once, but just the one? He could handle it. Probably.

The feline-looking beast, meanwhile, seemed to have noticed them and snarled, beginning to stalk in their direction. "Oh-oh, looks like someone's grumpy," he said. "Best get to it then, darling; I'll handle things here, hmm?"

[smilingarmor]

Living statues with unpleasantly big, stompy feet, yes. Among a great many other types of monsters in his world.

"'Defacing'?", Sylvando said. "No, no, no. If it was just the one, it might have been 'defacing', but this way they still match, so it still looks like it was intentionally that way, you see? If the gardener really doesn't like it, I suppose I could help him plant some new ones, though really, it's likely only a matter of time til they're damaged again; there's a reason we didn't train in the gardens back home, after all."

[smilingarmor]

"Oh yes, I've been part of more than one merry band of adventurers back home," Sylvando said. "But they'll be time to discuss that later."

"For now, my dear Lady Lydia, if you could come up with a distraction for our big hairy friend here, it will be much appreciated," he said. "Normally, that's a bit more my area, but The Great Sylvando is nothing if not versatile."

At any rate they seem to have drawn the attention of the vaguely feline monster, so whatever they planned to do, it would likely be a good idea to do it quickly.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"We-- we are not. We are not! We're doing something aren't we? We've still got a chance. I refuse to give into those doubts. It's that sort of thing that gets you cast out." And he refused to give into it. Not when they still had a fighting chance.

He looks away from Crowley's blazing eyes and shakes his head at his language.

"No one is going anywhere. Certainly not here." He's muttering it to himself as he does what he's asked, trying not to look in the cracked bathroom mirror as he does so. He looks an absolute fright he knows, but that doesn't matter.

He focuses the next few moments on flooding everything he can with water, back and forth until his hands feel numb. He shivers at the howl.

"Well now, what, Crowley. Do you intend to drown him? Because if that's your plan I'm going to need a bit more time." He sounds a bit frantic only because he is.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Drown him in two inches of water?"

Crowley turned again to the window to yell some derisive about the werebeast's mother before unwinding the coils of the lamp and bringing it over so he could stand next to Azriaphale. Wing to wing whatever happened next.

"This place is a dump. Noticed it the first second we came in through that window. Hasn't been used in years!"

The beast howled again and this time there was another sound, the loud scraping of claws on the rungs of a ladder.

"But one thing it does have..."

The glass shattered sending shards spinning across the room as the creature burst in through the window.

"... is electricity!"

Crowley flicked on the lamp and threw it at the soaking wet wall, smashing it soundly, and if in the process of doing so his dark wing might brush past Azriaphale's white one... it was purely accidental and not a goodbye in case this didn't work.

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[serpentinthegarden]

He could feel that malevolent energy coming off her in waves now and it should have given him some sort of comfort, an evil job well-done... All she needed was another push. Just a little one would send her right over the edge. Maybe he could get her to destroy the pavilion or a few dozen houses. Instead he deflated like a balloon as it gave him no comfort at all! What was any of this for, evil without good... what was the point? Azriaphale?

"Nah..."

Crowley sulked darkly and looked away from the girl's tantrum.

"I've gone off the idea."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oh for heaven's--!"

He may have yelped as the wolf burst through, one hand flailing out for a miracle that wouldn't happen, the other grabbing Crowley's tightly as he closed he squeezed his eyes shut.

A high pitched whine of wolf and electricity filled the room, but in a second it was over and there was nothing. No sound at all but the smell of burning fur. Cautiously opening one eye, he saw the creature very much dead, slumped on the windowsill.

"The poor thing. You know, I bet he was just hungry."

Re: Crowley - Good Omens

[mal_contented]

She shook her head. "Just like everyone else on the Isle then, all talk, no action. Like to think you're worse than you are. Then again, you're an adult, maybe once upon a time you were. Just without your magic you're like the rest of them. A sad old man clinging to past glories. Well the past is passed, and I? I'm the future."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Poor thing!? Have you forgotten he wanted to eat us?"

Azriaphale had't he knew. The silly angel was able to find some measure of compassion for every living creature, even those that now reeked of burned fur.

But speaking of hungry...

"We should leave," Taking advantage of the angel's hand he starting leading them towards the apartment door, "Let some one else clean this up. We'll look for a good dry cleaner, maybe a few ice packs, and find a good restaurant... there has to be one here some where or this dump never would have any guests.
Besides... before we decide anything we should have a look around, shouldn't we?"