[closed] winter pool time

[cryptsleeper]

Who: Alucard, Sypha, and Trevor
When: Early in the month
Where: The Pool of Desire and the route there and back
What: Quest
Warnings: Added as appropriate



Quest description

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[strongspirited]

[Sypha is in a strange mood, herself. The water had given her quite a lot to think on, mostly, though the incident with Alucard had given her something even more to mull over. She was content to let the Dhampir take the lead so she could hang back with Trevor, in fact. There were reasons for it. Plenty of reasons.

Two big ones stood out, in fact. But that was going to be one of those things she'd have to address slowly and she knew it.

When Trevor speaks up, breaking the companionable silence, she could almost laugh.]

Can't you? Enchanted objects are really not that uncommon, and water does have a lot of potential as a magical reagent. I'm surprised they didn't want us to drain the entire pool, honestly.

[quickwhip]

Do I look like a magic user?

[ Though it's sharp, it's said in jest, really. She knows he knows diddily squat when it comes to reading and doing magic. OF it?? Yes, he knows. But actually using it is... not his area of skill. Unless it's salt. Maybe. Jut throw that shit at demons. ]

But, I guess the need to keep it flowing or whatever is why they didn't ask us to. Can't make much use of it if it's all gone in one go.

[strongspirited]

No, you look like a very tired, very disheveled vampire hunter.

[But, you know, just the truth.]

And also, yes, though if what they said is accurate, each person can only find the pool once.

[quickwhip]

That would explain why they enlist several people then.

[ And will continue to do so?? Hell if he knows. ]

Guess that's it for us.

[strongspirited]

Yes. We go home, we get paid, and then we move on to the next thing.

[Whatever that may be.]

Hopefully next time something with a little less trekking through the wilderness.

[quickwhip]

Tell me about it. I'm a soggy mess.

[ He's not as bad as he first was when crawling out of the pool of desire?? But still, damp clothes and squishing shoes is not fun. ]

Sooner we get back, the better.

[strongspirited]

Are you could, Trevor?

[It's...almost like she might could do something about that.]

[quickwhip]

M'fine. [ Not really. ] Would just like to get back and sleep.

[ Being out in the sun, while it doesn't burn him (yet), it still makes him tired. ]

[strongspirited]

If you're sure. I've worked out a spell that'll get rid of all that water, no problem.

[Trevor don't do it.]

[quickwhip]

[ Does he... want to risk this?? ]

You just got here and you already know spells?

[strongspirited]

I've been studying every free moment I have.

[...What the fuck else is she going to do? Breathe on the monsters outside the city?]

[quickwhip]

[ OK FAIR POINT. ]

That's a lot of free time then. [ trEVOR ] But, like I said. I'm fine. Thanks.

[strongspirited]

Fine, fine. Just don't come crying to me when you get trench foot.

[SyPHA! NO]

[quickwhip]

That's... not a thing.

[ HE'S PRETTY SURE IT ISN'T?? ]

[strongspirited]

Yes it is.

[It's from having wet boots for too long. But he doesn't need to know that.]

But suit yourself, if you want to risk it.

[quickwhip]

Well, joke's on you. It doesn't apply to vampires.

[ Don't quote him on that. ]

[strongspirited]

Believe what you want. It'll be your food I'm amputating.

[...Stop this.]

[quickwhip]

[ Nnnnngh!!! ]

Fine.

[ To which he stops and begins to

remove his boots

while standing

and hopping.

Yeah he didn't think this through. He DOES get one off?? But then he proceeds to just fall back in the process of trying to get the other one off. Crashing into a bush. Safe landing or something. ]

[strongspirited]

[Yeah. Okay.

So, she could probably have been a little less flippant.

But then he just goes for it and flops back into...the fucking bushes. Because he's so, so graceful.

Frozen mid-sentence, Sypha gawks at Trevor, hanging ass-first out of a push.]

Oh!

[And then she's rushing to disentangle him, grabbing him by the arms and hauling backwards. And probably dangerously overbalancing herself.]

[quickwhip]

[ Yeah this is just... all sorts of going wrong. Grabbing him by the arms and hauling him back? So not good for either of their balance and there's a bit of twisting and maybe swearing under his breath as he just... flops back with her. One boot off. One boot on. Leaves in his hair and soggy cloak. ]

Son of a...

[strongspirited]

-bitch!

[It's more or less said in unison. Go them.

Because she flops back, overburdened by his weight, landing right on her ass with him on top.]

[quickwhip]

[ Well, so much for being a man of grace or something?? Yeah. But when he realizes he's fallen on top of her, he pulls back just enough to look to her, concern in his eyes. Pretty sure he didn't hear a snap or anything. ]

Are you ok?

[strongspirited]

[She looks up, bewildered and a bit sore, but otherwise fine. Nodding her head, she gives Treffy a gentle look.

Listen, you're very close, okay.]

Just fine.

[quickwhip]

[ They sure are close. So close, in fact, that Trevor just... slowly pulls back, meaning to give her some space, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he falls back on his haunches. ]

Sorry. Didn't mean to, you know... take you down with me.

[strongspirited]

[Sypha slowly rises up too, propping herself on her hands and looking up at him.]

It's fine.

[Really.]

You're okay?