open / if you want to spar we can do it no gloves

[battlebound]

Who: Steak and... you?
When: Throughout the month
Where: It's questing time, so all over the place
What: Quests! A bit of Diplomatea shenanigans, training, etc.
Warnings: Tentacles.


— counting sheep.
↪ open to one thread only!

[ The promise of a new mattress isn’t what draws Steak into this mission, but rather the simple curiosity of whether there exists an offering that offers sufficient space for both his arching horns and feet.

He’s sceptical, but willing to give it a go. It would be nice to have at least one bed where his feet don’t hang over the edge.

Which is how he comes to sit, cross legged, on an extra-large bed, listening to the explanations of the owner about the bed, a brow raised despite months of experience with Aefenglom’s particular brand of crazy. Dreamsharing. Why is this a product someone would want?

Well. Free extra-large mattress, he supposes. And so, he turns to the person nearest him, and asks; ]

Shall we sleep together?

[ Wording, Steak. ]

— river clean up.

[ This quest is something much more up Steak’s alley, and he doesn’t hesitate in wading into the river, tentacles eagerly, gladly sinking into the wet and cold, a pleasant shiver passing up his spine as the squid portions of his form embrace a more fitting home.

He spends the morning in the shallows, brushing through silt for pieces of rubbish, a murky cloud surrounding him as tentacles whirl through the water with enough speed to send flecks of water at anyone standing nearby.

But it’s alright because he’s picking up countless pieces of junk from the edges of the river, right? ]

— apiary adventures.

Bees?

[ Steak knows nothing about bees, honestly, despite the myriad of work he’s been contracted to do in his centuries on Tierra. But that doesn’t mean he can’t help out, he just needs to learn what to do.

And, um, try to get the protective equipment he picked up to agree with his horns. Which it doesn’t. Grunts and noises of discontent warn of the wrestling situation emerging between the fierce competitors of a well-built, half bull, half squid chimera, and… fabric. ]

Dammit—

[ He’s flailing blindly as he tries to yank the hood back off his horns, stumbling back a step as he pulls at it.

Hope you’re not in the way! ]

— diplomatea.

[ It isn’t common to see Steak in the front of the house unless it’s an event — or unless something needs shifting. Today, it’s the latter which drags him there, hauling a box filled with product to the counter, dropping it beside the till with a thud. ]

Oi— [ Other coworker, whoever you may be; ] Come help me put these away.

— practice.

[ The sight of Steak, in all his horned and tentacled glory, can be found in any spare space in the city with his sword, practicing his motions and swings with the fluid ease of someone who came into existence holding this exact item.

For once, perhaps, it’s easy to forget the usual hot-headed, overly loud persona that strikes forward from this man as he flows through his practice, calm and confident in each movement. His attention narrows to the arc of his swings and his immediate surroundings, uncaring of any eyes upon him until, eventually, he completes a set of furious, fierce swings which seem to achieve such speed and force that the air around them bends.

It isn’t the same here as it was on Tierra, but it’s still effective enough, and he exhales before turning around. ]

What is it?

— wildcard.

[ Want something else I didn’t offer? Feel free to make up your own starter (for a suggestion, check out his quests for the month!) or message me at isanghae#8071 or isanghae! ]

Comments

[battlebound]

Can't... you get more force by flapping? [ Steak, you don't have wings, don't talk. Just yank the thing another step or two. ]

[arturiarex]

It doesn't quite work like that-

[ One more heave! And the carpet is hurled onto the bank. Saber pauses to catch her breath. Once again, she is reminded of just how much she misses being a Heroic Spirit. ]

Give me a moment.

[battlebound]

[ Ugh, it's finally out. What a pain that was, and Steak stretches his arms above his head. ]

You alright? [ Some of the abilities he would have back on Tierra have long since become a thing of memory, but he was lucky enough to get a new type of strength from this form. The effort doesn't take as much of a toll as it could. ]

[arturiarex]

Yes, yes... I'll be fine.

[ She waves a hand. ]

Just - catching my breath a little. I used to be a Heroic Spirit...

[battlebound]

[ Used to be... ]

This place took your abilities, too, then?

[ He knows he's lucky, in comparison to what a magic or a support Food Soul might have suffered, but damn he misses his flames. ]

[arturiarex]

Yes. It did.

[ She straightens and mops sweat from her bro. She's covered in river water and sweat, but she looks pleased with herself despite all of that. ]

I've been adjusting, though. It's... different. Even when I was human, I had more power than this. So... [ She shakes her head with a rueful little sigh. ]

It is what it is.