middaeg | Quest Log: JUNE 2021

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Quest Log: JUNE 2021

Quest Log: June, 2021

CITY-WIDE QUESTS

Quest #1 - Part-timers Wanted! (Aefenglom)

In a Jam!

and

Millie's Millinery

Picnic Serenades

Quest #2 - Red and Blue (Aefenglom)

three categories of aid:

(Submitted by Ran.)

Quest #3 - Phylax Fun (Aefenglom)

new classes are available at the Coven

friendly competition

scavenger hunt

magical obstacle course

🌶️ Quest #4 - Risqué Business (Aefenglom)

If you accidentally get some of the liquid on you

WILDE QUESTS

Quest #1 - Helping Hands (Aefenglom)

Medical aid:

Building & Supplies:

Entertainment:

Guards & Fighters:

Donations:

Activism:

Quest #2 - Moss Management (The Underground)

collect samples of the moss

be careful not to stay in direct contact with it

remain on the lookout for wild animals

HIGH RISK QUESTS

☆ Quest #1 - Fish Out of Water (Aefenglom; Ocean)

It's a bad omen

signs of the Cwyld

helpers and protectors

large, aggressive sea beasts

sharks, eels and giant squids

hungry

Quest #2 - A Whole New Wilde (Aefenglom)

fight the infected beasts

Controlled fires

Welcome to June's Quest Log! Here, you can thread OR post links to your own catch-all logs. There are no limited quests this month, so no sign-ups are needed.

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i. millie's millinery

[ When it came to taking jobs, Zack didn't ever think that literally selling pieces of himself might come into play. It takes the whole concept of "hired hand" to a whole new level, except in this case it's hired feathers.

Millie is bright, enthusiastic, and also interested in buying something from Zack that in fact costs him nothing. If it had been a non-Monster eyeing up his feathers like that, he might have taken more issue with it, but as things stand he doesn't see any harm in it. After studying his wings and the feathers in his hair and remarking on how she could make a beautiful chocolate-colored hat with them, he agreed he'd do what he could to help her.

And make a few easy cunes in the process. Win-win, right?

Which is how Zack finds himself sitting at a bench in a courtyard close to the shopping district, his body turned sideways so that his wings aren't crushed up against the back of the bench. For now, though, he's running his hands through his hair, searching for any feathers that are starting to get loose. He gives a small tug, though, and finds that he guessed wrong. This one isn't quite ready to come out yet. The jolt of pain causes him to sit up straight, his tail lashing. ]

... Ow.

[ He might be in need of some help. Or if anyone's concerned over a chimera trying to pull out his own feathers, maybe intervene? ]

ii. helping hands

[ By this point, Zack has come out to the slums to help the people here, many of them also chimeras, enough times that they recognize him by sight. Quite a few of them even know his name. This is one place in Aefenglom where he can go and his chimera parts actually make it easier to interact, rather than more difficult. Along with a genuine desire to help, that's the other reason that Zack will always take up jobs that bring him here. It's nice to not be eyed with suspicion and uncertainty everywhere he goes.

He's no healer or builder, but that doesn't mean that he can't help, and he finds ways to be of use based on his own skillset. Sometimes, that's as simple as offering support to the people who are administering treatments and casting healing spells, by dropping by with food or water so that they remember to take a break and build up their magical reserves again. Alternatively, he spends a lot of his time carrying supplies around. His enhanced strength is good for more than just fighting, as it turns out, and he'll be found carrying piles of lumber or crates filled with other supplies to the building site for the new hospital. If there is some basic task he can do on the actual construction, he'll do that too, whether it's holding something up to be hammered into place or anything else that might require some extra strength and elbow grease.

And then, of course, there's the obvious. If word comes that there's an infected creature of some sort that's strayed too close to the slums, he'll jump to his feet, ready to play exterminator as the situation demands.

Whether you're someone he's delivering supplies or aid to, or just a pest-control buddy, he'll be ready with a friendly smile and a greeting. You're all in this together, after all. ]

iii. a whole new wilde

[ Given Zack's less than pleasant experiences with the Evergreen Circle (that is, getting captured and experimented on and purposefully infected with the Cwyld by them), it's likely no one would judge him for no longer wanting to venture out into the Wilde. But after his experiences in the Underground and delving into the depths of the Cwyldheart, he's pretty sure he's faced his fears by this point.

Not that he was really scared in the first place, but the fact remains that the sinking feeling in his stomach is no longer there, as he prepares himself to press deeper into the Wilde.

There's been talk of a nest of Cwyld activity about a mile northeast of the Northern Outpost, and Zack's signed up to go eradicate it. What exactly he'll find there, he's not sure, but he's prepared for a fight. There's really no other way it could go.

Difficult as this work might be, it's important. They need to reclaim as much of this land as they can, and so he won't let any of his own hang-ups hold him back.

He turns to his partner for the job, whether it's someone he planned to do this with or someone he got paired up with once he arrived here. They'll need to have each other's backs for this, and so he wants to start things off on the right foot. ]

You ready for this? Need to grab anything before we head out?

notes

[ For any questions or additional plotting, feel free to reach out at demonology or on discord @ demonology#1725! You can also refer here for a quick listing of all of Zack's monster changes. ]

IN A JAM.

( the grove is huge--bigger than anything she's seen, though she hasn't seen much. in midgar, the plants had been limited, outside of the place where her house sat, or the flowers blossoming up in the church; there had been the small sprouts growing here and there, the weeds struggling to burst up from the cracks in the sidewalks in the slums. but she's never seen something quite like this, where the greenery goes far out into the distance, bushes and vines and whole walls of berries ready for the plucking, and already dutifully being tended to by other part-timers like herself. she's come prepared for the task: a pair of somewhat comically mismatched garden gloves, that she'd found stuffed into a crevice in her cottage, a dress that's already looking a little worse for wear from constant gardening, and her boots that need patching up.

really, all she needs is a wide-brimmed hat to complete the ridiculous ensemble. should have brought one. the sun beats down, bright and warm, but as she starts in at a place, far off in the distance, to work her way back towards the main building, she can already feel the sweat beading at her temple, staining the braids around it. her fingers pluck at the berries, dropping them dutifully into the bin she's been tasked with filling, but--

well, is it really her fault if every other berry ends up in her mouth, instead? humming along to a song she's made up along the way, she's merrily pushing another raspberry into her mouth when she realizes, abruptly, that it's not the only thing she's put in her mouth. there's something crawling: likely some sort of insect, maybe even just something as simple as a gnat, but immediately, she lets out a loud sound, flicks her head to the side and spits the raspberry right out.

if it happens to hit the person next to her, or even nearby...well, at least she'll have the manners to apologize. for now, she's spluttering a little, her nose scrunched and tongue out, looking much like a cat that's just tasted sour milk. )

PHYLAX FUN.

( it's unsettling, the way that this creature arrived: almost as though, with the absence of tifa, something else grew to fill that space in her life. at first she hadn't been too certain of it--the process had seemed easy and yet prolonged, and for hours she sat in the circle, waiting for her silly spirit to conjure up whatever it might conjure. in the end, she'd almost expected some kind of bird, maybe even a snake, or perhaps even one of those lizards she'd seen, sunning on her roof back home. could it be a wolf, even? or would that be projecting too much onto herself? but the form her phylax takes ends up being something of an odd surprise: a fox that, despite its ethereal form, has no markings, no color, pure white and rather large, with a sharp nose and bright eyes, one more blue, one more green.

she knows she's meant to train it, but mostly she just wants to take it back home and sit together, stroking at its fur. if that's even possible. no, it's definitely possible; she gives it a little rub even now, while she's waiting for her pair, squishing the animal's face between her palms with a laugh.

it turns out that she, and her partner, are being tasked with a scavenger hunt of a task--that should be easy enough, right? straightening back up again, she runs her hand through the air to conjure up the list of items, a considering hum as she reads them, and then-- )

A perfectly round stone? A flower with five petals? Two pink scarves?

( when she laughs, the fox at her feet gives an echoing chirp--she turns to her companion with a bright smile. ) Okay! Where should we start, hmm? Any ideas?

MOSS MANAGEMENT.

( there's something about the caves that just gives her an awful sort of feeling--maybe that's because she knows of what happened, of people she loves being involved with it, and the trepidation, the worry, seems to stay, perhaps echoed into the dark, enclosed space like the way the water drips and clings to the stone above. she knows that this is a necessary task: and even something that's fascinating to her, given her affinity with things that grow and climb up from the ground, but this is different. very different, given that this is a dark space, hidden from the sunlight, and that the thing in question, the moss, is growing over the entrance to the underground city, sheets of it that hang and drape out across the opening like ragged discolored curtains.

they say that the transport is the hard part; she's already come up with an idea for it, though it involves both of her hands. but really, what sort of danger could be left here? nothing she can't handle, right?

it's a manipulation of barrier magic, creating something of a holding cube for the moss; she leaves it open, patiently scoops and scrapes off as much as she's meant to into the shimmering, nearly-invisible bottom of the magic box, and then closes it up with her other hand. she'll have to keep it steady in order to maintain both the air inside and the light that can filter in; but still, even so, this is neat, isn't it? she brings the little magic box up to eye level, beaming at the moss inside, but the pleasure is short-lived. the bad part of all this? she forgot about all those pesky animals they warned about before entrance to the underground.

a bit of rock rumbles, bits of it rolling off into rubble onto the floor; the horrible face of a pincer-bug pops out, and though she might normally be happy to see an insect in her garden, these ones are just really not pretty. )

A little help! ( she calls out; the bug scurries its way out of the wall and down it, going for the floor, and though she can outpace it for now, pedaling backward, she can't hold the moss safe with one hand, can't reach for her staff, can't do much of anything but try to outmaneuver it. and what if it calls friends? ) Plea~se!

OOC.
feel free to hit me up on the cr meme, or send a PM if you want to plot or have another idea! i'm welcome to wildcarding or having aerith participate in other quests as well.

The Superior Color (Red and Blue)

[While gangs are usually nothing to laugh at, as far as Ferran can tell from everything he's seen and heard, the Reds and Blues are... almost entirely harmless. It's kind of refreshing, honestly, to see their work popping up across the city, however laden with expletives the colorful markers might be.

Honestly? He wants in on it.

He's basically obligated to side with the Reds with the coloration of his wings, and though they initially seem open to the idea of having a color-coded Fae join their ranks, he still has to earn their trust like everyone else. So, he endeavors to paint the town red... both in a literal and figurative sense.

Surely nobody would complain much about a Fae enchanting one's shoes to leave red footsteps wherever they go, for instance. And only the Blues would care about their hangouts being cursed so they all trip over something or another as soon as they step into it. (Although he might care if someone trips and falls onto him, invisible as he watches his handiwork.)

On the more literal end are his attempts to paint designs into large windows and brick walls he has to fly to reach, the patterns reminiscent of stained-glass and a bit more figurative in their message than the usual gang activity. Sometimes you just want to paint a dramatic scene of a red figure surrounded by a halo of light over a fallen blue corpse, you know? And as careful as he is with his paint, he can only prevent so much of it from dripping down onto a passerby.]

City Wide Quest - Red and Blue

[ He almost couldn't believe this nonsense, and yet here it was. A bunch of punks playing at gangsters. How cute, if he didn't find it all so vexing. Also, 'Reds' and 'Blues'??? Good lord, could they have chosen a less threatening name?

Regardless, it didn't take him long to find the self-proclaimed gangs and intentify it's members but he couldn't find who their man on the inside is.Not from a distance anyway. Whoever they are, they're smart and while that was impressive on it's own it's not nearly enough to deter him. Just escalate.

So how does one flush out a mole? Well, there are several ways but he chooses the fun way. Fun in the sense that he stalks them, any of them, and when they're about to throw down, up to no good, or maybe even alone, he strikes. Disguised in all black he strikes with theatrics, fear becoming a weapon as he goes after them and scaring all the way to the safe but angry arms of the guards.

Maybe you're unfortunate enough to be there when he sets off controlled explosions to break up a fight, or maybe when he drops behind vandals, or maybe you ran into one of these kids running for their lives from whatever shadow was moving in the alleyways at night. Regardless, his the plan was in motion and he's enjoying it. ]

Wilde Quests - Helping Hands

Guards & Fighters

[ There's no rest for the wicked or and even less for the defeated. A grim lesson he learned early in life, and it seemed to him that's true no matter what realm you go to. While the recent destruction of the Cwyldheart meant that things would start to go up soon, that didn't mean that things were immediately better and the dead infected wolf at his feet made that very clear.

Of course it wasn't just the fact that there were other infected creatures stalking the slums, he'd be glad if it was just that. There were those who had moments of madness, probably from the preasure of poverty or perhaps some other invisible force that comes from the air. Either way, he was there to serve as guard for the threats although he himself may be a liability. In his quiet moments, when resting or the chaos keeps away, Bishop has a bottle to hand or nearby. Already half empty or nearing. ]

Donations

[ Having a lot of personal posessions is still not something he's used to. Or maybe he's just used to having so little. He always ends up giving away anything he finds to be useless to him, leaving his apartment quite bare, so what's he to donate if everything in his quarters was something of use?

Well, thankfully, money also counts to the personal possessions. Money that's to hand at least, and buying supplies, bedseets, cots, canned foodstuffs, medicine, and whatever else he can get his hands on while out at the market and docks. He's made quite the haul today while out at the market but judging by the pile at his feet that he's currently frowning at, he might have gotten a tad too much. Just enough for two people to carry, but clearly too much for him alone. His cat is enjoying it though, as she's climbing and pawing at all the items there. ]

High Risk Quests - Fish Out of Water

[ This wasn't his first time out on sea but he's also not a sailor by any stretch or measure. He'd honestly rather be on land, or in the air, but something bothered him greatly. At first it was the abundance of dried fish, followed closely by the absurd prices for fresh fish, and the latest was the irrate or paranoid fishermen at the Sly Seadog.

Something was clearly up and he didn't like it. The quest and promise of pay was a bonus, but regardless of that Bishop was determined to set out to sea and find the cause of the sudden rise of Cwyld in the depths.

The ship that took him wasn't very picky about who came on board, as long as they weren't in the way or a hindrance. He sat out on the deck while out of the way of the crew, eyes closed, head down, his trusty blade resting on his shoulder, silently resting and waiting for whatever may come. He may not be a sailor, but he's sure enough of his skill as an adaptable fighter. ]

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QUESTIONS

OOC PLOTTING

zack fair | final fantasy vii | chimera

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII (Remake) | Witch

Ferran Gallagher | OC | Fae

BISHOP | OC | Witch