closed, october catch-all

[stardustish]

Who: Sylvia Kawano & others
When: Octeuril
Where: Aefenglom
What: Catch-all for quest prompts, first impressions, etc!
Warnings: n/a

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[quintessent]

[Allura didn't have any hangups about helping out in more combative ways. Honestly, despite the months spent working in the tea shop, and tending to her own garden at home, and the months spent honing her magic ability, she didn't want her physical combat skills to get rusty. She had to stay sharp for the day they eventually went home, after all.]

Oh, Sylvia. [She greets her pleasantly with a nod, a long staff balanced in her hands.] Yes, though I have never battled gourds before.

[Speaking of which there's a scream in the distance as one of the farmers narrowly avoids getting his hand chomped off by one of the pumpkins, it's toothy maw opening again for another bite.]

We should move.

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[ Fair enough, Allura. Sylvia's also equipped with some gauntlets, too, on top of her knife -- the scream catches her attention and she sees the farmer in trouble. ]

Yeah, let's go!

[ She runs over to the farmer, trying to come up with some kind of plan. She's never been good with strategy but they can't be uncoordinated when they do this. The pumpkin's also tangling its vines around his feet, which isn't good either. ]

I'll hold the pumpkin off if you can take care of the vines!

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[Sylvia is halfway through her words by the time Allura is working up a small spell - a tiny fireball that lances forward and blasts into the pumpkin just at the same time that Allura processes what Sylvia was saying.]

Apologies! [Teamwork is still a New Thing for her. Speaking of, the pumpkin doesn't seem too phased by the fire - a scorched burn mark on it's side making the thing roar an enraged sound, tightening it's vines around the man as three other pumpkins nearby respond to the cry, tottering over on their strange vine-legs.]

Oh no. I'll... I'll distract the others, you help the farmer!

[What is coordination?]

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[ Oh -- Sylvia's about to hit the pumpkin, but she comes to a screeching halt when she sees a burst of fire hit the pumpkin and lets out a little yelp. She turns towards Allura with a bewildered expression, but there's no time to say anything because the other pumpkins are creeping in.

Time to follow her instructions. ]

Okay, sure!

[ She bends down and uses her knife to start cutting through the vines frantically, trying her best to be careful so as to not hurt him. ]

If you need backup just yell for me!

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I will!

[she calls back, then turns to the pumpkins. A distraction ah… how to distract a pumpkin?]

Hey… you… large gourds! [She says in a loud, staggered voice as she waves her staff around. If the pumpkins had eyes it felt like they were all on her.] If you don’t behave then… then we’ll have to squash you!

[Pun not intended. About half of the pumpkins seem to fall to the bait and there’s a handful of snapping teeth in her direction, and she hops from one foot to the other, making space between them. One gets too close and it gets a hearty thwack with her staff, sending the thing flying a few feet.]

How is it going, Sylvia!

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[ She's making progress on the vines, slicing through the ones entangled around the man's left leg before moving over to the right. She definitely feels the adrenaline rush as she hears Allura taunting the pumpkins.

And then she watches Allura smack one of the pumpkins several feet, and Sylvia can't help but watch, dumbfounded. ]

Whoa.

[ Dang, girl. ]

I think I've got him -- [ One more vine-! ] there!

[ The farmer lets out a horrified whimper before he gets onto his feet and bolts out of there. Sylvia stands up and gets next to Allura. ]

Alright, Sylvia, joining the fray!

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[Once the farmer is clear, Allura feels much of the pressure alleviate, and she actually grins a little, feeling hyped up from the adrenaline.

Working together, it doesn’t take much time to vanquish the rest of the bloodthirsty pumpkins. Blasting fire and smacking them with their weapons, and when the dust (and pumpkin seed) has cleared, the field is a (rather slippery) mess of pumpkin guts and thrashed vines.

With a sigh, Allura sits in a relatively clean section of garden, and picks a piece of pumpkin out of her hair,]

I think that is all of them. [Looking over at Sylvia,] I didn’t know you had it in you, Sylvia.

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[ Just badass ladies kicking pumpkin booty, nbd. Once the dust has settled though, Sylvia sits next to her, nearly flopping on the ground from sheer exhaustion, and wipes some pumpkin off of her cheek. ]

Heh...really? Well, I didn't know you were a fighter yourself, Princess.

[ She gives her a grin. ]

Who taught you those moves?

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[She grins back, then sits up taller, tipping her chin up. She’d look haughty if it wasn’t for the smile still on her face,]

All members of Altean royalty are trained in basic combat. We have to be ready at a moment’s notice to defend others from evil.

[Plucking a piece of pumpkin off of herself, she drops it on the ground.] Or- from vegetables at least.

But you were impressive in your own right, Sylvia. Those aren’t the skills of a novice.

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Yeah? That's pretty noble of you.

[ She vaguely knows about the war back where they're from, so Allura must've put that combat expertise to use at some point before coming here. ]

I guess our situations are kind of similar? I'm not royalty, but I trained for a really long time myself. Honestly, I thought I was getting kind of rusty, so I'm glad for the praise! Heh.

[ She gives Allura a cheeky grin. ]

This gave pumpkin carving a whole new meaning, huh?