Majima Gorō (
justbeingknife) wrote in
middaeg2019-06-01 01:02 pm
Greetings always followed by sweet goodbyes [Open]
Who: Majima Gorō and OPEN
When: June!
Where: Everywhere!
What: Giant chickens, runework, plus quests and basically a monthly catch-all.
Warnings: Violence in the sunbear fight thread. Salty language, maybe.
A: I'll call you Nugget
B: Runetchers
Research Required (For Justine)
Pastoral Pursuit (For Iramaat)
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When: June!
Where: Everywhere!
What: Giant chickens, runework, plus quests and basically a monthly catch-all.
Warnings: Violence in the sunbear fight thread. Salty language, maybe.
A: I'll call you Nugget
[ Whoever had said 'don't go borrowing trouble' had been a smart guy, a wise man indeed, but the thing about being told you could potentially learn to transform yourself into a totally rad magic animal was that Majima wanted to do it immediately. So it was a quiet day in the Haven, sure -- up until, with a brilliant burst of magical fireworks, a giant, six-foot tall feathery menace descended upon one of the courtyards, stalking through the garden. ]
Fuck.
[ Someone get an adult. ]
B: Runetchers
[ Majima looked up when the shop door opened. It was a slow day, which meant he'd been making progress with the pile of scrolls and other orders for enchanted items. It also meant that his fingers were cramped, and a little distraction couldn't hurt. ]
Hi there, welcome to Runetchers.
[ He stood, gave the potential customer a little bow in a show of impeccable good manners. ]
Are you lookin' for anything in particular?
Research Required (For Justine)
Oh, I... yeah. Is there any way we could skip that part?
[ Apparently, no one had told Majima that this particular research was going to require Bonding. Hey, don't get him wrong -- connections were important, and so was emotional support? But getting himself magically attached to someone when he still hadn't made peace with the idea of sticking around long-term didn't really strike him as the best of ideas.
...especially since he wasn't sure if he wanted to get un- magically attached. He looked around for a friendly face, wondering how the hell he was going to bullshit his way out of this one. ]
Pastoral Pursuit (For Iramaat)
Hey, uh. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about your ears.
[ Look, maybe while they were wandering out into the woods looking for some stray sheep was not the best time to bring this up? But hey, Iramaat's ears had been kind of cool, and she knew how to nab foxes, and Majima knew if he'd had to give up one of his favorite features, he'd be pretty pissed about it.
With no outward signs of change, it was fairly obvious what side of the monster-witch coin that Majima had ended up on. He climbed over a fallen tree trunk, careful not to stave in its soft trunk. ]
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Feel free to hit me up viaTetradecimal or PM for plotting!

cw: gore
The bear lashed out with an enormous forepaw, but its movements were slow and heavy now, accompanied with the small of burning fur. Majima brought his blade across and sliced through the thick muscle of its paw in response, but of course you didn't kill bears by cutting their limbs. ]
So what's the best way to take out a bear? Inquirin' minds would like to know.
[ Human anatomy? A-OK. Bear anatomy? Help pls. ]
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The heart, I imagine. Or cut the head off? I'll see what I can do. No promises, though-
[ And then she makes a running jump, trying to land on the bear's back and get at her sword, where it's stuck in its spine. The creature roars in pain and lashes out, trying to get at her, but the smoke and fire have blinded it - even if it means Iramaat's coughing herself as she works to wrench her weapon free. Each twist and pull earns another growl or roar of pain.
Sorry, bear. She'd rather not make him suffer. ]
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It was almost frightening how easy it had been to do it -- part the thick fur and skin and gristle.
The creature roared again, but Majima was already backing off; blood was oozing through the thick matting of fur at its front as it attempted to strike either of its two attackers in its rage. ]
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Feels the resistance. Pushes past it. Lets the blade pass through.
It's enough. Finally.
The creature gives its death rattle and then slowly, slowly, topples toward the ground and Iramaat has to wrench her sword free and dodge back to avoid being crushed underneath its bulk. ]
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[ "Bear" didn't quite seem adequate to describe the creature, now that he was looking at it up close. It had little in common with the wildlife he vaguely knew existed up north.
Important question, though: ]
What happened to the other sheep?
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[ Iramaat wipes her blade off on the creature's fur and then strikes a pose, flourishing the sword in the sunlight. Despite the drifting, acrid smoke and the cracked rib. ]
Victory-!
[ Oh. Yeah. Sheep. ]
-oh. Probably in his belly, I imagine.
good place to wrap?
...nah. Not when another source was just as handy. ]
Let's look around for a little, but I'm pretty sure you're right. We can always bring back that shank for proof.
seems like!
[ She laughs and then winces, gingerly probing her side. ]
I'll manage, though. Let's get this handled...