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October Catch-All [Open]
Who: Peridot & OPEN
When: Throughout Octeuril, some threads backdated, some forward dated.
Where: All over Aefenglom
What: General October catchall for October! New CR welcome.
Warnings: Combat and possible blood/injuries for Fright Night prompt. The cursed knowledge that as a dragon, Peridot is capable of laying eggs now.
Notes: Closed starters will be in the comments, everything in the main post is OTA. PM me or hit me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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I. Habitat for Refugees
“I keep wishing we had Bismuth here. Any Bismuth, really, but our Bismuth specifically would be the most ideal option.”
Peridot’s not really complaining, exactly. She did volunteer to come out and do this. She can deal with building domiciles, and she fixed up and altered the barn all on her own so it’s not like these tools are a mystery to her or anything. Still, she can’t help but think how much more quickly this would go if they had a gem who was actually made for the job.
If you have no idea what a Bismuth is, now’s a great opportunity to have her chuck exposition at you about what her species’ society is like.
“Could you pass me that rhythmatic pulverizer?”
…Or make fun of the weird names she keeps using for basic tools like hammers.
II. The Gem Who Cried Petalwolf
"You know for an animal who caused so much trouble just trying to get warm for the winter, you’re being EXTREMELY UNGRATEFUL towards my efforts to take you somewhere where you can safely do that!"
From Granny’s garden out in the slums all the way through the Aristocratic District, Peridot has been wrestling to keep a young petalwolf under control. Its a task that is about every bit as easy as it sounds. As a dragon, she now has the strength to hold the beast up easily, but the petalwolf is squirmy, and wily, and she doesn’t want to hurt the poor thing by keeping int locked in a spine-crushing grip the whole way there. All she wanted to do was collect it, take it back to her plant room, and give it a cozy pot of dirt to sleep in.
If she’d had the foresight or forewarning, she would have just brought said pot of dirt along with her when she agreed to guard Granny’s plants for the night. Unfortunately, she had neither expected to actually encounter a petalwolf NOR expected to want to keep one for herself. So: it was either let the petalwolf go, and fail the job, or escort it back to her house. It's pretty obvious which option won out.
Woe be unto the many gardens the unusual duo pass along the way, though. The young petalwolf has already escaped her grasp more than once in the course of their journey, and every time it does, it seems to head straight for the nearest flower patch or planter that it can find, eager to set it’s claws into the dirt. You’d think, given this, that Peridot would be a lot more hesitant to bring a creature such as this back to a room full of her own precious plants... But maybe she’s just not thinking that far ahead.
Just now, it slips her grasp again. Peridot lets out an outraged “HEY!”, clenches her fists, stomps her feet, and snorts a tiny spume of noxious green acid vapor into the air, which dissipates quickly. She's losing her temper.
III. Fright Night
Spared from the worst of the changes wrought by the mysterious mist, Peridot spends the entirety of the event locked into a quadrupedal draconic form, and tries her best to help keep the peace in the city. No specific prompts for this one, just an acknowledgement that she is out and about through the entire incident, and you are free to encounter her, to be saved by her, to try and hunt her, or fight her if you like.
...Just be mindful that her breath weapon is acid, and that's not a fun thing to get hit with even just a few drops of.
IV. Brand New Leggies
Peridot has already had to deal with her center of gravity abruptly and drastically changing once in her life before. That was back when she was first captured by the Crystal Gems, and they took away her limb enhancers, effectively removing an entire foot off her total height. It had taken her months and countless face plants to get used to not walking around on what amounted to a fancy pair of stilts constantly.
If only any of that past experience actually had any benefit here.
Following the events of this month’s full moon, she has found herself saddled with yet another obnoxious monster change, one which very much brings the loss of her limb enhancers back to mind. She’s still not entirely sure if the 24 hours she spent locked into a quadrupedal dragon form were owing to the moons or the strange mist. Perhaps it was a bit of both? Maybe it doesn't matter. The point is that her legs have barely changed back at all. Whatever counts as leg bones for a gem have grown back in completely different proportions, leaving Peridot balancing all her weight on her toes.
She tries to go about business as usual around the city, making occasional trips to the goblin market to pawn off more of her shed scales or solid gem eggs for extra cunes, but for the first day or so after the chaos of the mist, it’s not an uncommon sight to spot the tiny green dragon tripping over her own feet and eating a face full of pavement.
[See notes section above and reach out if you have any questions!]
When: Throughout Octeuril, some threads backdated, some forward dated.
Where: All over Aefenglom
What: General October catchall for October! New CR welcome.
Warnings: Combat and possible blood/injuries for Fright Night prompt. The cursed knowledge that as a dragon, Peridot is capable of laying eggs now.
Notes: Closed starters will be in the comments, everything in the main post is OTA. PM me or hit me at
I. Habitat for Refugees
“I keep wishing we had Bismuth here. Any Bismuth, really, but our Bismuth specifically would be the most ideal option.”
Peridot’s not really complaining, exactly. She did volunteer to come out and do this. She can deal with building domiciles, and she fixed up and altered the barn all on her own so it’s not like these tools are a mystery to her or anything. Still, she can’t help but think how much more quickly this would go if they had a gem who was actually made for the job.
If you have no idea what a Bismuth is, now’s a great opportunity to have her chuck exposition at you about what her species’ society is like.
“Could you pass me that rhythmatic pulverizer?”
…Or make fun of the weird names she keeps using for basic tools like hammers.
II. The Gem Who Cried Petalwolf
"You know for an animal who caused so much trouble just trying to get warm for the winter, you’re being EXTREMELY UNGRATEFUL towards my efforts to take you somewhere where you can safely do that!"
From Granny’s garden out in the slums all the way through the Aristocratic District, Peridot has been wrestling to keep a young petalwolf under control. Its a task that is about every bit as easy as it sounds. As a dragon, she now has the strength to hold the beast up easily, but the petalwolf is squirmy, and wily, and she doesn’t want to hurt the poor thing by keeping int locked in a spine-crushing grip the whole way there. All she wanted to do was collect it, take it back to her plant room, and give it a cozy pot of dirt to sleep in.
If she’d had the foresight or forewarning, she would have just brought said pot of dirt along with her when she agreed to guard Granny’s plants for the night. Unfortunately, she had neither expected to actually encounter a petalwolf NOR expected to want to keep one for herself. So: it was either let the petalwolf go, and fail the job, or escort it back to her house. It's pretty obvious which option won out.
Woe be unto the many gardens the unusual duo pass along the way, though. The young petalwolf has already escaped her grasp more than once in the course of their journey, and every time it does, it seems to head straight for the nearest flower patch or planter that it can find, eager to set it’s claws into the dirt. You’d think, given this, that Peridot would be a lot more hesitant to bring a creature such as this back to a room full of her own precious plants... But maybe she’s just not thinking that far ahead.
Just now, it slips her grasp again. Peridot lets out an outraged “HEY!”, clenches her fists, stomps her feet, and snorts a tiny spume of noxious green acid vapor into the air, which dissipates quickly. She's losing her temper.
III. Fright Night
Spared from the worst of the changes wrought by the mysterious mist, Peridot spends the entirety of the event locked into a quadrupedal draconic form, and tries her best to help keep the peace in the city. No specific prompts for this one, just an acknowledgement that she is out and about through the entire incident, and you are free to encounter her, to be saved by her, to try and hunt her, or fight her if you like.
...Just be mindful that her breath weapon is acid, and that's not a fun thing to get hit with even just a few drops of.
IV. Brand New Leggies
Peridot has already had to deal with her center of gravity abruptly and drastically changing once in her life before. That was back when she was first captured by the Crystal Gems, and they took away her limb enhancers, effectively removing an entire foot off her total height. It had taken her months and countless face plants to get used to not walking around on what amounted to a fancy pair of stilts constantly.
If only any of that past experience actually had any benefit here.
Following the events of this month’s full moon, she has found herself saddled with yet another obnoxious monster change, one which very much brings the loss of her limb enhancers back to mind. She’s still not entirely sure if the 24 hours she spent locked into a quadrupedal dragon form were owing to the moons or the strange mist. Perhaps it was a bit of both? Maybe it doesn't matter. The point is that her legs have barely changed back at all. Whatever counts as leg bones for a gem have grown back in completely different proportions, leaving Peridot balancing all her weight on her toes.
She tries to go about business as usual around the city, making occasional trips to the goblin market to pawn off more of her shed scales or solid gem eggs for extra cunes, but for the first day or so after the chaos of the mist, it’s not an uncommon sight to spot the tiny green dragon tripping over her own feet and eating a face full of pavement.
[See notes section above and reach out if you have any questions!]
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Just then, a hideous sounding SHRIEK splits the air. It is, extremely close, and coming from right behind them.
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Maybe cowering and covering her head a little. It's fine. Don't worry about it.