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(Open) Mareuer Catch-All
Who: Riku and you!
When: Throughout Mareuer.
Where: Aefenglom, Dorchacht, the Northern Outpost.
What: Quest and event prompts.
Warnings: N/A
Aefenglom
a; gardening
[Riku is no stranger to plant-life, having grown up surrounded by it. Aside from the naturally growing plants of a tropical nature, many islanders kept their own flower beds and vegetable gardens. He learned at a young age how to water and tend to plants, pull weeds, and even distinguish edible plant-life from poisonous ones. The teachings were both rather mundane and a matter of survival.
He finds himself grateful for them now, as his basic knowledge allows him to pass over the more basic classes and focus on something a lot more interesting. He wouldn’t have guessed that he would be able to grow plants using his magic. Magic, for him, has always been a matter of attack or defend. Abilities used for battle or healing. This is something new.
But classroom learning has never been a favorite of his, with his preferences laying more in the doing through trial-and-error. Which is why most days he can be found in the greenhouse after class, attempting to put theory into practice to…varying results.
He’s standing over a tomato plant with his hands hovering above it, speaking an incantation softly as he feeds the plant his magic. Excitement rushes through him as he begins to see the tomatoes grow bigger and rounder, becoming redder. He keeps going until they’ve reached a healthy size and then…he realizes he doesn’t quite know how to stop making them grow.]
b; quail fishing
[Riku peers over the side of the fishing boat as it rocks over the water, trying to peer through the reflective surface to what lies below. He’s never heard of these quail of the sea breed of fish before or seen what they look like. But the old fishmonger seems to be sure that there is plenty of them out here to catch.
There’s going to have to be with the number of other volunteers that have been packed onto the boat, else they’ll all be getting their fishing lines twisted and fighting over the catch. He’s pretty confident in his fishing ability, he’s been doing it since he was young, after all.]
Have you eaten this quail fish before? [He addresses the person closest to him in simple curiosity.] I heard they’re supposed to be some kind of delicacy. Seems kind of a big deal for some fish.
Dorchacht
c; monster rugby
[Competition has always been a weakness of his. Growing up the faster runner, the best with a wooden sword, and a collection of other bests that had been bestowed on him by the other children who looked up to him had made him more than a little smug about his capabilities when he was younger. Now that he’s older he’s gotten over some of that, but the desire to compete and test himself against others never has.
Learning of the Monsters-only rugby game, he took it as a challenge to be faced, ignoring the surprised glances and worried looks of city’s citizens as he approached the field. The other contestants, having both more experience with the game as well as physical strength, don’t go easy on him at all. And that’s exactly what he wants.
Someone plows into him particularly hard, knocking the air from his lungs as he falls to his side on the ground. A sharp hand motion and whispered spell causes a gust of wind to form, just strong enough to take a person off their feet.
No one said he couldn’t even the playing field a little.]
d; hungry grass
[The hunger seems to hit his stomach almost as soon as he steps onto the infected patch of grass. Even having been forewarned about it doesn’t stop the sensation from coming as a surprise. His stomach mounts a protest in the form of a loud growl that can be heard by anyone standing next to him. Although, if they’re standing next to him, chances are they’re experiencing the same kind of trouble.
One hand goes up to pat the bag he has hanging over one shoulder. At least he thought to come prepared.]
I packed some sandwiches and snacks, and even brought a couple of extras. I didn’t think we’d be needing it so soon. [He eyes the grass at his feet warily.]
I guess we can always eat while we search.
Northern Outpost
e; settlement ruins
[His last encounters with the spirits haunting the northern outpost had been less than great, but he still feels angry at the idea of these necromancers using their abilities to take advantage of their situation.
He’s learned better control over his magic, and a few more spells since the last time, but still arms himself with his Keyblade, just in case. He hasn’t had time to place any sharpening or protective spells on it, so it remains a blunt instrument, but one he can use to defend himself. Mostly.
Except there are way more animated corpses than he can handle at once, and the more they group up on him, the less room he has to maneuver his Keyblade. Calling for wind, he manages to push a couple of corpses to the side, making a wide enough gap to rush through. But it does little to buy him time as the corpses immediately give chase.
One manages to get close enough to grab a hold of his arm, and the sudden jerk is enough to knocks his feet out from under him. He falls backwards, the back of his head slamming into the ground and causing his eyes to blur and water. Shadows fall over him as he's once again surrounded.]
Wildcard
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When: Throughout Mareuer.
Where: Aefenglom, Dorchacht, the Northern Outpost.
What: Quest and event prompts.
Warnings: N/A
Aefenglom
a; gardening
[Riku is no stranger to plant-life, having grown up surrounded by it. Aside from the naturally growing plants of a tropical nature, many islanders kept their own flower beds and vegetable gardens. He learned at a young age how to water and tend to plants, pull weeds, and even distinguish edible plant-life from poisonous ones. The teachings were both rather mundane and a matter of survival.
He finds himself grateful for them now, as his basic knowledge allows him to pass over the more basic classes and focus on something a lot more interesting. He wouldn’t have guessed that he would be able to grow plants using his magic. Magic, for him, has always been a matter of attack or defend. Abilities used for battle or healing. This is something new.
But classroom learning has never been a favorite of his, with his preferences laying more in the doing through trial-and-error. Which is why most days he can be found in the greenhouse after class, attempting to put theory into practice to…varying results.
He’s standing over a tomato plant with his hands hovering above it, speaking an incantation softly as he feeds the plant his magic. Excitement rushes through him as he begins to see the tomatoes grow bigger and rounder, becoming redder. He keeps going until they’ve reached a healthy size and then…he realizes he doesn’t quite know how to stop making them grow.]
b; quail fishing
[Riku peers over the side of the fishing boat as it rocks over the water, trying to peer through the reflective surface to what lies below. He’s never heard of these quail of the sea breed of fish before or seen what they look like. But the old fishmonger seems to be sure that there is plenty of them out here to catch.
There’s going to have to be with the number of other volunteers that have been packed onto the boat, else they’ll all be getting their fishing lines twisted and fighting over the catch. He’s pretty confident in his fishing ability, he’s been doing it since he was young, after all.]
Have you eaten this quail fish before? [He addresses the person closest to him in simple curiosity.] I heard they’re supposed to be some kind of delicacy. Seems kind of a big deal for some fish.
Dorchacht
c; monster rugby
[Competition has always been a weakness of his. Growing up the faster runner, the best with a wooden sword, and a collection of other bests that had been bestowed on him by the other children who looked up to him had made him more than a little smug about his capabilities when he was younger. Now that he’s older he’s gotten over some of that, but the desire to compete and test himself against others never has.
Learning of the Monsters-only rugby game, he took it as a challenge to be faced, ignoring the surprised glances and worried looks of city’s citizens as he approached the field. The other contestants, having both more experience with the game as well as physical strength, don’t go easy on him at all. And that’s exactly what he wants.
Someone plows into him particularly hard, knocking the air from his lungs as he falls to his side on the ground. A sharp hand motion and whispered spell causes a gust of wind to form, just strong enough to take a person off their feet.
No one said he couldn’t even the playing field a little.]
d; hungry grass
[The hunger seems to hit his stomach almost as soon as he steps onto the infected patch of grass. Even having been forewarned about it doesn’t stop the sensation from coming as a surprise. His stomach mounts a protest in the form of a loud growl that can be heard by anyone standing next to him. Although, if they’re standing next to him, chances are they’re experiencing the same kind of trouble.
One hand goes up to pat the bag he has hanging over one shoulder. At least he thought to come prepared.]
I packed some sandwiches and snacks, and even brought a couple of extras. I didn’t think we’d be needing it so soon. [He eyes the grass at his feet warily.]
I guess we can always eat while we search.
Northern Outpost
e; settlement ruins
[His last encounters with the spirits haunting the northern outpost had been less than great, but he still feels angry at the idea of these necromancers using their abilities to take advantage of their situation.
He’s learned better control over his magic, and a few more spells since the last time, but still arms himself with his Keyblade, just in case. He hasn’t had time to place any sharpening or protective spells on it, so it remains a blunt instrument, but one he can use to defend himself. Mostly.
Except there are way more animated corpses than he can handle at once, and the more they group up on him, the less room he has to maneuver his Keyblade. Calling for wind, he manages to push a couple of corpses to the side, making a wide enough gap to rush through. But it does little to buy him time as the corpses immediately give chase.
One manages to get close enough to grab a hold of his arm, and the sudden jerk is enough to knocks his feet out from under him. He falls backwards, the back of his head slamming into the ground and causing his eyes to blur and water. Shadows fall over him as he's once again surrounded.]
Wildcard
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I'm reasonably sure.
[This is not his first skeleton reassembly, kid. Sheesh.]
Fine, I won't say anything. He'd better be grateful, though.
[He's guessing that if soliciting a tip is taboo, asking if the farmer was responsible for the corpse is right out. Oh well.
He gets the skeleton laid out as closely as he can to its former shape. it's not perfect, but the effort's been made.]
Alright, now we bury it and lay some flowers. That should do it.
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If you say so.
[He believes in you Hector. Really.]
Good. [He stands up and leans over the side of the grave to offer the man a hand.]
Whoever they were, they must have been waiting for this a long time. Let's finish this fast.
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Yes, the sooner, the better.
[They'll never know who the spirit was in life, but Hector's not too torn up about that. It's the nature of all life to end eventually, and whether or not this one died before their time, they always would've ended up here eventually.
They shovel the dirt and pack it down with boots and shovel blades. When they finish, Hector looks around the graveyard. There are flowers and small gifts on some of the graves, but there's no point in stealing any of those. Further off, near the fence, there are wild flowers that they can pick to lay on the plot. A token of respect, gathered for the purpose of an offering- with ghosts, intent is key.]
Do you want to say anything to the spirit before we finish this?
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He quickly glances at the man when he hears the question, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Does he have something to say? Well, if they're going to try and make this as official as possible he might as well try.
Clearing his throat, he looks down at the grave.]
Uh...hi. I'm really sorry you've had to wait so long for a proper burial. But we hope that you can rest peacefully now. Ah...be at peace.
[He glances at Hector again.]
Do you think that's okay?
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Be at peace. [He repeats, then steps back away from the grave.]
That should do it. I guess we can test by going back to the field and seeing if it's still cursed.
[Which, hopefully not, since they're running low on food.]
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[Riku leads the way out of the graveyard, giving the fresh grave one last look as he passes by. It wouldn't hurt anything to come back and check on it another day. Just to be sure.
It doesn't take long for them to find themselves back at the field where they started. He takes a hesitant step onto the grass and waits for any negative effects.]
I think we did it. I don't feel anything.
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Good. The spirit's been appeased. That means we get our reward.
[It's a good day all around.]