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middaeg2019-10-08 06:27 pm
whattaprick) wrote in middaeg2019-10-08 06:27 pm
october catch-all
Who: Lambert & YOU
When: Throughout Octeuril
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Working at the Sly Seadog, quests, prompts off the intro log. I'll match format to yours.
Warnings: TBA
1. bounce bounce bounce [ sly seadog ]
[ Throughout the month, Lambert can be found at the Sly Seadog -- either guarding the entrance while he's on duty as a bouncer, or casually sassing the bartender and patrons while he nurses a drink. He's growing slowly into his Puca features this month, but his ears are still small and leveret-like against his head, not the full-blown hare's ears they'll be.
Co-workers and regular patrons are welcome to stop by and bother him ... or if you're starting to look like trouble, he'll be there too. ]
2. celebrations [ residential, shopping district, harbor ]
a. [ On the Western side of the residential district, it's not difficult to find Lambert by one of the firesides, entertaining wide-eyed monster children by pantomiming an elaborate fight against invisible enemies with a stick for a prop sword. ]
And then, just when the bastards thought they had me cornered-- [ He runs, hops onto a low bench, and launches himself through the air in a flip -- higher and fancier than a human would be able to do, with puca strength in his limbs -- before landing on the other side with a flourish, then miming running his assailant through. ]
--bam! I stuck my sword right through them, just like that.
b. [ Lambert can also be found perusing the wares at a stall claiming to sell talismans made of monster parts, but when the overeager vendor offers him a chance to purchase a potion she claims will let him see beyond the glass and speak to loved ones he's left behind. She's a little put out when Lambert laughs loudly in her face, like she's told a particularly funny joke. ]
Sorry, not interested. [ He smirks, then glances over at whoever's come up. ] But you might have better luck with this one.
c. [ If you're at the Harbor District in the early evening, you might suddenly find yourself accosted by a flushed, scarred man with rabbit ears and a grin that's pure mischief, a drink sloshing in his hand, which he promptly thrusts out. ]
Here -- you look like someone who needs a drink.
[ And no, he's not particularly picky about who he bothers with this. ]
3. quests [ around aefenglom ]
a. [ Lambert's been intently focused on carving the turnip he's holding for the last few minutes, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as his eyes narrow.
A closer inspection of what he's carving onto said root vegetable, though, might raise some mild concern. Are those ... breasts? ]
b. [ Out of the city, Lambert patrols the edge of the outer city with his sword out. His sense for danger has only sharpened the longer he stays here, but he's not getting the impression there's any immediate trouble in the immediate future, he turns to whatever poor soul has been saddled with him as a partner, raising a brow. ]
Wanna play a game to make this shit go by faster?
[ Hit me up on ye olde CR meme if you want anything specific, particularl if you're interested in going after the luminescent elk! ]
When: Throughout Octeuril
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Working at the Sly Seadog, quests, prompts off the intro log. I'll match format to yours.
Warnings: TBA
1. bounce bounce bounce [ sly seadog ]
[ Throughout the month, Lambert can be found at the Sly Seadog -- either guarding the entrance while he's on duty as a bouncer, or casually sassing the bartender and patrons while he nurses a drink. He's growing slowly into his Puca features this month, but his ears are still small and leveret-like against his head, not the full-blown hare's ears they'll be.
Co-workers and regular patrons are welcome to stop by and bother him ... or if you're starting to look like trouble, he'll be there too. ]
2. celebrations [ residential, shopping district, harbor ]
a. [ On the Western side of the residential district, it's not difficult to find Lambert by one of the firesides, entertaining wide-eyed monster children by pantomiming an elaborate fight against invisible enemies with a stick for a prop sword. ]
And then, just when the bastards thought they had me cornered-- [ He runs, hops onto a low bench, and launches himself through the air in a flip -- higher and fancier than a human would be able to do, with puca strength in his limbs -- before landing on the other side with a flourish, then miming running his assailant through. ]
--bam! I stuck my sword right through them, just like that.
b. [ Lambert can also be found perusing the wares at a stall claiming to sell talismans made of monster parts, but when the overeager vendor offers him a chance to purchase a potion she claims will let him see beyond the glass and speak to loved ones he's left behind. She's a little put out when Lambert laughs loudly in her face, like she's told a particularly funny joke. ]
Sorry, not interested. [ He smirks, then glances over at whoever's come up. ] But you might have better luck with this one.
c. [ If you're at the Harbor District in the early evening, you might suddenly find yourself accosted by a flushed, scarred man with rabbit ears and a grin that's pure mischief, a drink sloshing in his hand, which he promptly thrusts out. ]
Here -- you look like someone who needs a drink.
[ And no, he's not particularly picky about who he bothers with this. ]
3. quests [ around aefenglom ]
a. [ Lambert's been intently focused on carving the turnip he's holding for the last few minutes, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as his eyes narrow.
A closer inspection of what he's carving onto said root vegetable, though, might raise some mild concern. Are those ... breasts? ]
b. [ Out of the city, Lambert patrols the edge of the outer city with his sword out. His sense for danger has only sharpened the longer he stays here, but he's not getting the impression there's any immediate trouble in the immediate future, he turns to whatever poor soul has been saddled with him as a partner, raising a brow. ]
Wanna play a game to make this shit go by faster?
[ Hit me up on ye olde CR meme if you want anything specific, particularl if you're interested in going after the luminescent elk! ]
3-a. turnt-up turnips
She’s gotten pretty good at it by now, if she does say so herself. Her current subject is nearing completion, with three eyes and a couple of turnip-flesh horns that she stuck to it with wood splinters picked from the bench she’s sitting on. Destruction of property, what? No one will notice.
Seeing as how her own turnip is turning out so well, she feels pretty comfortable ogling the work that her neighbour is doing—which appears made for ogling, as it turns out. She leans closer to peer over his shoulder.]
Are these modelled after someone you know?
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Wasn't really thinking of anyone in particular, but I guess it kind of is. [ He holds it away from himself, eying it critically, then glances at her own turnip. ]
What about yours?
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This piece was inspired by one of the hosts at the last place I stayed before I was taken here!
[Considering the hideous appearance of the vegetable, it’s likely an interpretive work―unless she was somehow transported to Afenglom from the depths of hell.]
The service there was horrible. I hope you never have to visit.
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[ Despite everything, Lambert says that approvingly. He can always get behind spite as a motivator for art. ]
What’d they do, piss in your drinks?
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For all I know he might have! Let’s just say that place was rough on its guests.
[She taps claws hacked short against the wood of the workbench. It’ll probably be another month until they’re remotely usable again.]
Got on the wrong side of the locals, you know. This ugly chap was in charge of my comfort up until I finally left that shithole.
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Yeah, I know what that's like.
So how'd you get out? The one-way mirror trip?
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[Nyskie grins at the memory, though her smile has a hard edge to it. She eyes Lambert for a brief moment, seems to make a judgement about him.]
I was deemed high-priority enough to be sent to a more well-equipped location, which I’d expected. [If you’re going to do crime, you may as well be a bigshot at it.] So I was in the middle of ditching my minders mid-transit when I was pulled here!