october catch-all

[whattaprick]

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! ]

Comments

[trouvaille]

( she's all fine lines and edges; a barely-there hour-glass with a lovely sternum but no tits to speak of and a waist small enough to just about get big hands around. the silk and lace she's wearing don't leave much to the imagination, but the mild absurdity of wearing a calf-length leopard print cardigan detracts somewhat from what's almost certainly a small fortune in I was going to take pictures in the hotelroom to make my exes feel bad negligee.

she's also returning the look with a lazily raised eyebrow and equally frank appraisal. the teeth she presses to her lower lip are fine as needles and just as sharp, and whether that's threatening or flirtatious depends entirely on how much of a pussy lambert is or is not. )

Putin Onaritz, ( she elaborates, leaving aside for the moment whether or not they're going to cuddle with or without the dog. it is a sincerely horrific pun that she's getting away with here because most people she's spoken to this far have not heard of either vladimir putin or puttin' on the ritz, but it's probably only a matter of time before she bumps into someone from just the right era to rightfully tell her she's a monster.

you know, for reasons other than the teeth. )

He was a gift from my stepmother after some cunt kidnapped me a few years ago. He's a guard dog. Aren't you, baby?

( aware that he's being discussed, and apparently content to consider lambert his new friend, putin thumps his tail on the ground enthusiastically enough to rattle nearby furnishings. )

[whattaprick]

[ No tits is an instant dealbreaker -- well, all right, it's not like Lambert has standards to speak of -- and she's a bit too on the side of monster for his tastes, but she's easy enough on the eyes so long as shed puts those teeth away.

The play on words slips by him completely, lacking the requisite cultural touchpoints to make sense of it, but it wouldn't be the first time that's happened, so he shrugged it off. ]

You got a habit of being kidnapped that it's enough of a worry?

[trouvaille]

( the teeth don't really go anywhere. they're as unavoidably visible when she speaks as his are when he does; she doesn't particularly go out of her way to display them, but for most people it's the sort of thing that's difficult to ignore once aware of it. there's a reason that before aefenglom no one had ever seen her true appearance—she barely looked at it, preferring the more familiar glamour of what she had previously been—and it's not unrelated to why she's here at all.

geralt hadn't gone out of his way to be kind, but he hadn't looked at her like she was something frightening, either. putin may have given him pause, but more for the sake of brief confusion as to his level of intelligence and personhood. as for his business as a guard dog— )

For most people, ( very drolly, ) once is too many times.

[whattaprick]

[ She's trouble, Lambert is already predicting mentally, like every woman Geralt brings home is -- inasmuch as their gussied-up apartment counts as home at all. ]

Hm. Good thing we're not kidnappers, then.