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middaeg2021-06-03 12:26 am
noblegarnet) wrote in middaeg2021-06-03 12:26 am
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[open] 🔶 it's a sad, sad situation
Who: Ferran & YOU
When: Iuneril
Where: Aefenglom (the river somewhere, the haven, aristocratic district)
What: Teleportation mishaps, accidental traps, and disguised run-ins (with bonus bad decisions) + any closed threads. Possibly more! Only time will tell.
Warnings: n/a
A. 2nd
[Although Ferran had felt an inclination towards building shapes for some time, it wasn't too out of the ordinary... being a hopeful architect and all. What was odd, initially, was the inclination towards one specific shape, which admittedly took some time to realize the reasoning behind, but the request from the company of native fairies the other month only solidified the idea, and although teleportation certainly sounds amazing, there are so many things that could go wrong:
What if he doesn't go to the right place? How does it transport him? Can something else happen to someone aside from being misplaced? What if his particles don't get put back together correctly??? And so, he decided he needed to fully comprehend the technique before giving it any serious attempts.
It's taken some time, but now he feels confident enough to transport an actual person, rather than the simple, replacable objects he'd been using for his tests—himself, that is. He's had a few mishaps, losing a few pencils and blocks in the process, but he's ready to make the jump. He thinks.
The first couple of tries go well enough, being only a short distance from each other. But the third?
He ends up in the river.
Of course, it's a much better outcome than landing himself in the Wilde, especially given that he's always been a decent swimmer, moth wings or no. It is, however, an unpleasant surprise, and he ends up taking in a bit of water, possibly making his emergence on the surface a little alarming with the way he coughs to clear his lungs.]
Jesus— [hack] Christ, [he gasps, paddling just enough to stay on the surface.
If he doesn't catch someone's attention immediately, he'll definitely end up resorting to calling out to whoever's nearby—not necessarily because he needs rescue, but in the hopes of making his exit from the water much less messy.]
Hey!
B. 3rd-7th
[It's fine this time, though. He's got it sorted out, a circle set up just inside his yard's shrubs and the other halfway across town. He's made a successful trip from here and back. It's working, and as long as he concentrates and keeps them up, he's confident they'll continue for however long he holds them together. He's making progress!
Brushing his hands (and a bit of accidental fae dust) over the construct, he looks up and happens to spot a passerby, who he greets with a smile.]
Hello there.
[He's in a good mood, apparently.]
Where are you headed? I might be able to get you there faster.
[What he doesn't realize is that he might end up getting them absolutely nowhere and stuck for some time. Fae magic isn't known for its reliability, and it's nearly as fickle as its users without enough experience.]
C. 4th-9th
[A tall, dark-haired man makes his first appearances in the aristocratic district this month, claiming to be from Dorchacht and gathering what information he can about the local politicians (aka nobility) and their tendencies. He's polite and subdued, frequently with a mild smile on his face, winning over at least a few locals with his looks, deep voice and pleasant demeanor.
When the man stops speaking with someone, however, the smile fades fairly quickly, and he seems to be in a hurry to retreat when he turns and knocks into someone with much less force than his size would imply.]
Ah, excuse me.
[In reailty, the man is in fact a young Fae who's completely concealed himself under the glamor of his guardian and the source of most of his troubles. Is this healthy? Probably not. Does he care? ... well, yes, but that doesn't mean he's not going to do it. Rion's persona is perfect for gathering information: he's charismatic in a number of ways, and Ferran knows his face, mannerisms and voice incredibly well, making him easy to imitate and remain constant. Plus, if he ends up saying or doing the wrong thing, it's less likely to paint a target on his own fluffy back, and he won't feel bad for ruining any reputations.
(Wouldn't that be fun, if the man showed up only to have everyone already hate him? It would almost make such a development bearable.)
In his hurry, he doesn't notice that he drops a golden quill, which looks valuable even outside of its enchantment and sentimental value. Hopefully whoever he's run into will be kind enough to try to return it to him...]
Wildcard.
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lumieresdedragon to plot something else out! Or just toss me a starter out of the blue! I love surprises!]
When: Iuneril
Where: Aefenglom (the river somewhere, the haven, aristocratic district)
What: Teleportation mishaps, accidental traps, and disguised run-ins (with bonus bad decisions) + any closed threads. Possibly more! Only time will tell.
Warnings: n/a
A. 2nd
[Although Ferran had felt an inclination towards building shapes for some time, it wasn't too out of the ordinary... being a hopeful architect and all. What was odd, initially, was the inclination towards one specific shape, which admittedly took some time to realize the reasoning behind, but the request from the company of native fairies the other month only solidified the idea, and although teleportation certainly sounds amazing, there are so many things that could go wrong:
What if he doesn't go to the right place? How does it transport him? Can something else happen to someone aside from being misplaced? What if his particles don't get put back together correctly??? And so, he decided he needed to fully comprehend the technique before giving it any serious attempts.
It's taken some time, but now he feels confident enough to transport an actual person, rather than the simple, replacable objects he'd been using for his tests—himself, that is. He's had a few mishaps, losing a few pencils and blocks in the process, but he's ready to make the jump. He thinks.
The first couple of tries go well enough, being only a short distance from each other. But the third?
He ends up in the river.
Of course, it's a much better outcome than landing himself in the Wilde, especially given that he's always been a decent swimmer, moth wings or no. It is, however, an unpleasant surprise, and he ends up taking in a bit of water, possibly making his emergence on the surface a little alarming with the way he coughs to clear his lungs.]
Jesus— [hack] Christ, [he gasps, paddling just enough to stay on the surface.
If he doesn't catch someone's attention immediately, he'll definitely end up resorting to calling out to whoever's nearby—not necessarily because he needs rescue, but in the hopes of making his exit from the water much less messy.]
Hey!
B. 3rd-7th
[It's fine this time, though. He's got it sorted out, a circle set up just inside his yard's shrubs and the other halfway across town. He's made a successful trip from here and back. It's working, and as long as he concentrates and keeps them up, he's confident they'll continue for however long he holds them together. He's making progress!
Brushing his hands (and a bit of accidental fae dust) over the construct, he looks up and happens to spot a passerby, who he greets with a smile.]
Hello there.
[He's in a good mood, apparently.]
Where are you headed? I might be able to get you there faster.
[What he doesn't realize is that he might end up getting them absolutely nowhere and stuck for some time. Fae magic isn't known for its reliability, and it's nearly as fickle as its users without enough experience.]
C. 4th-9th
[A tall, dark-haired man makes his first appearances in the aristocratic district this month, claiming to be from Dorchacht and gathering what information he can about the local politicians (aka nobility) and their tendencies. He's polite and subdued, frequently with a mild smile on his face, winning over at least a few locals with his looks, deep voice and pleasant demeanor.
When the man stops speaking with someone, however, the smile fades fairly quickly, and he seems to be in a hurry to retreat when he turns and knocks into someone with much less force than his size would imply.]
Ah, excuse me.
[In reailty, the man is in fact a young Fae who's completely concealed himself under the glamor of his guardian and the source of most of his troubles. Is this healthy? Probably not. Does he care? ... well, yes, but that doesn't mean he's not going to do it. Rion's persona is perfect for gathering information: he's charismatic in a number of ways, and Ferran knows his face, mannerisms and voice incredibly well, making him easy to imitate and remain constant. Plus, if he ends up saying or doing the wrong thing, it's less likely to paint a target on his own fluffy back, and he won't feel bad for ruining any reputations.
(Wouldn't that be fun, if the man showed up only to have everyone already hate him? It would almost make such a development bearable.)
In his hurry, he doesn't notice that he drops a golden quill, which looks valuable even outside of its enchantment and sentimental value. Hopefully whoever he's run into will be kind enough to try to return it to him...]
Wildcard.
[OOC: Feel free to play with these prompts as you please; jump in halfway, interrupt him, whatever! You can see Ferran's info and current goings-on over here and hit me up over pm or at
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The Cwyld makes everything harder, huh. [He takes in a slow breath and lets it out as a sigh.] I can't imagine growing up in a place like this... always worrying about that kind of thing.
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It's getting better, though, right? We took out that Cwyldheart and we're starting to force the infection out. I think there's still lots of work to do there, but... at least we're starting to see progress.
[ He tilts his head up toward the sky for a moment as a brief smile overtakes his features. Even if there's still work to be done, they're moving in the right direction, and that's what matters. ]
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He doesn't know enough about the state of more than just the island to know if they are actually making that much progress. A year ago he might have immediately agreed with the more optimistic outlook Zack seems to be expressing, but as it is he simply decides to keep his less hopeful thoughts out of the conversation. Still, the neutral expression on his face is a sign in itself...]
It'd be nice to see things really recover.
[All of his research and reading haven't given him a frame of reference for what that would look like, and even the dreamscape that reflected a distant past was less than ideal. Still, without the Fae around to ruin everything... it would work out alright if they did manage, he thinks.]
gonna wrap this up since we have a new one!
His only response is a firm nod as he lets their conversation taper off, enjoying the companionable silence as their walk continues. Before he knows it, Ferran indicates that they've reached the neighbor's place that marks his final destination. ]
Oh! See, going the long way isn't always so bad, is it? [ He shoots Ferran a grin. ] It was good meeting you. Hopefully we'll run into each other again sometime.
[ Given how many Mirrorbound have left, Zack finds it all the more important to get to know those who are still here. ]
o7
He's not complaining, either way. When they reach his destination, he leaves the Chimera with a smile and a wave, wondering if that next meeting will even happen.]
Until then. Thanks again, and take care.