catch all log!

[battlebound]

Who: Steak and anyone unfortunate enough to be in his vicinity
When: All through Jan!
Where: Aef, Dorch, he gets around.
What: Catch-all shenanigans!
Warnings: Nothing right now!

[ starters coming in the comments! if you want anything in particular, please contact me at isanghae#8071 or isanghae. ]

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open / into the wilde / dorchacht

[battlebound]

[ Dorchacht's ambassadors bring new places to explore, and it goes without saying that Steak is among the first to take advantage of this fact, and that he would immediately find his way into the groups exploring their Wildes in particular.

Some things never change, no matter where in the multiverse a person is, and Steak? He's a predictable constant like that. Bullheaded and determined to fill the duty he's had since he was first summoned into existence on Tierra all those years ago.

Hunting is part of who he is, so much so that he remembers vague sensations of people around campfires, enjoying the spoils of a hunt. People who existed long before he did, echoes of the foundations of his particular dish.

He doesn't feel the particular pull of the flowers until his recruits have already stumbled off towards them, and it isn't until Steak realises that the scent which keeps wafting under his nose is exactly that of the local tavern which the Knights of the Holy Sword enjoy in Nevras that he figures out something is off. ]

Stop—!

[ His swords are already out, and tentacles reach forward to grab the person ahead of him, right by the bushes, heedless of whether they're his recruits or someone else entirely. ]