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middaeg2020-05-11 08:38 pm
chifeng_zun) wrote in middaeg2020-05-11 08:38 pm
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[open + closed prompts] i don't want a brand new start
Who: Nie Mingjue & Others
When: Month of May
Where: Around the City
What: Catch-all.
Warnings: Will update as needed.
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i. Markets
[Nie Mingjue has found steady work since arriving here, a small miracle in itself. It isn't even work he hates. It is boring, certainly, and not a suitable use for an esteemed war general's skills, but it is peaceful nonetheless, and pays well enough to live comfortably. That last part is important, if Huaisang winds up remaining here in Aefenglom. He needs to find a larger place for them.
Regardless, it is a good enough employment for now. Madam Winifred Teague, an elderly wealthy woman approaching 80 with hair like snow and a bent-over posture, has hired him on as her bodyguard. She turns out to be as paranoid as she is old, afraid of something that is most certainly (not) coming to kill her. Some shadowy organization she angered in her youth, supposedly, throwing assassins at her door. Mingjue has seen no evidence of such, but she pays him handsomely just to follow her around with Baxia on his back and look imposing. She even appreciates his changes - tigers are quite frightening, it's perfect!
She had wanted to go shopping this morning and see the markets, though she disdains the Goblin Market vendors with their hastily set up stalls of illicit goods. He follows a few steps behind the old woman in her fine dress as she window shops, occasionally calling him over to study an item since his eyes are better. He puts up with it. He has respect for his elders.
She doesn't have much respect for others, though. She bumps into you in the crowd, maybe, hard enough to make her wobble dangerously, and screams like she's being murdered, calling, Mr. Nie! Mr. Nie! This ruffian! They've come to kill me! He rushes to her side fluidly and lets the hunched-over old bat hang on his arm to steady herself (a hilarious sight, considering he is very tall and she is shrunken with age), narrowing his gaze at you.] Nainai, this is no ruffian who means you harm. Are you?
ii. Wilde Hunt
[The full moons this month are worse and more bearable at the same time. His changes are coming on a little quicker; his ears have already morphed, human ears melting away to nothing and sprouting lightly-fuzzed tiger ears atop his head instead. His skin is still growing more patches of crocodile leather, down the outsides of his hips and thighs now, but the agitation is lessened. He has a temporary Bond with his brother now, and that has done wonders to settle him. Still, when he finds out that an area has been quarantined off in the Wilde to provide an outlet for those experiencing the effects of the lunar cycle, he heads out one night with Baxia to see.
And to work off some of his energy in the way that is the most comfortable, the most known for him. Nie Mingjue moves through the trees with all the grace of a feline, handling his massive saber like it weighs nothing. Even without cultivation, he can cleave thin trees in half with only his strength and the fine sharpened steel. The area will need some time to recover after he's done out here no doubt.
He's pursuing a particularly large Shade, running between the trees, eyes wide and pupils huge. His senses are sharper than ever and he tracks the rotten smell without a conscious thought. Unfortunately, you happen to be in the middle, between him and his prey. He barks, brandishing his saber,] Move! Now! [Maybe it's an accident, or maybe you're going after the same hideous, twisted beast?
He's willing to make it a competition.]
iii. Wildcard
When: Month of May
Where: Around the City
What: Catch-all.
Warnings: Will update as needed.
[If you'd like something specific just hit me up at
i. Markets
[Nie Mingjue has found steady work since arriving here, a small miracle in itself. It isn't even work he hates. It is boring, certainly, and not a suitable use for an esteemed war general's skills, but it is peaceful nonetheless, and pays well enough to live comfortably. That last part is important, if Huaisang winds up remaining here in Aefenglom. He needs to find a larger place for them.
Regardless, it is a good enough employment for now. Madam Winifred Teague, an elderly wealthy woman approaching 80 with hair like snow and a bent-over posture, has hired him on as her bodyguard. She turns out to be as paranoid as she is old, afraid of something that is most certainly (not) coming to kill her. Some shadowy organization she angered in her youth, supposedly, throwing assassins at her door. Mingjue has seen no evidence of such, but she pays him handsomely just to follow her around with Baxia on his back and look imposing. She even appreciates his changes - tigers are quite frightening, it's perfect!
She had wanted to go shopping this morning and see the markets, though she disdains the Goblin Market vendors with their hastily set up stalls of illicit goods. He follows a few steps behind the old woman in her fine dress as she window shops, occasionally calling him over to study an item since his eyes are better. He puts up with it. He has respect for his elders.
She doesn't have much respect for others, though. She bumps into you in the crowd, maybe, hard enough to make her wobble dangerously, and screams like she's being murdered, calling, Mr. Nie! Mr. Nie! This ruffian! They've come to kill me! He rushes to her side fluidly and lets the hunched-over old bat hang on his arm to steady herself (a hilarious sight, considering he is very tall and she is shrunken with age), narrowing his gaze at you.] Nainai, this is no ruffian who means you harm. Are you?
ii. Wilde Hunt
[The full moons this month are worse and more bearable at the same time. His changes are coming on a little quicker; his ears have already morphed, human ears melting away to nothing and sprouting lightly-fuzzed tiger ears atop his head instead. His skin is still growing more patches of crocodile leather, down the outsides of his hips and thighs now, but the agitation is lessened. He has a temporary Bond with his brother now, and that has done wonders to settle him. Still, when he finds out that an area has been quarantined off in the Wilde to provide an outlet for those experiencing the effects of the lunar cycle, he heads out one night with Baxia to see.
And to work off some of his energy in the way that is the most comfortable, the most known for him. Nie Mingjue moves through the trees with all the grace of a feline, handling his massive saber like it weighs nothing. Even without cultivation, he can cleave thin trees in half with only his strength and the fine sharpened steel. The area will need some time to recover after he's done out here no doubt.
He's pursuing a particularly large Shade, running between the trees, eyes wide and pupils huge. His senses are sharper than ever and he tracks the rotten smell without a conscious thought. Unfortunately, you happen to be in the middle, between him and his prey. He barks, brandishing his saber,] Move! Now! [Maybe it's an accident, or maybe you're going after the same hideous, twisted beast?
He's willing to make it a competition.]
iii. Wildcard