juniper walsh (
moondrift) wrote in
seasonsrpg2024-02-11 01:51 pm
open / what was i searching for?
WHO: Steak (
battlebound), Kate Galloway (
bratherine)
WHAT: Open catchall log for quests and anything else that comes to mind.
WHEN: Uh next couple of months? See individual prompts for details!
WHERE: Again, see individual prompts for details!
WARNINGS: Utter stupidity. IDK We'll see what I end up writing.
NOTE: quest plotting here, if you wanna check out what I am interested in doing!
WHAT: Open catchall log for quests and anything else that comes to mind.
WHEN: Uh next couple of months? See individual prompts for details!
WHERE: Again, see individual prompts for details!
WARNINGS: Utter stupidity. IDK We'll see what I end up writing.
NOTE: quest plotting here, if you wanna check out what I am interested in doing!

steak 🥩
open / quest - horror errands
Still. She seems insistent, shooing him away with the kind of intimidating steel reserved solely for a little old lady who has nothing left to fear.
And so, off Steak trots with a list of ingredients, of which apples is only one of the strange requirements. But he supposes he'll start there. After all, apples can be found on trees, and it's not like there aren't plenty of those around.
He's found with a wicker basket hooked in the crook of an elbow, stretching to reach a juicy looking, red-tinged apple. )
Ngh... Come here, you—!
( He can't slice it down with his swords, sadly, but imagine if he could! )
open / quest - their gift is my song
( The cry can be heard through the streets, coming from a nearby gift shop as a redheaded young man finds himself (once again) forced into a very fancy outfit he never asked for. But despite the protests, Steak doesn't toss the gifts he's been given away, doesn't storm out and ignore the script he has to memorise.
Alright. Fine. He does exist to help humans, and apparently these humans need help. (Desperately, if they're asking him to do this.)
That is how Steak comes to be standing in front of your character, all dressed up with a bouquet of roses in hand, before clearing his throat to— )
Your smile, my darling, is a piece of art
A cupid's arrow shot straight to my heart...
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[Evangeline genuinely looks like she might have a panic attack at any second if Steak continues to serenade her. Which is one way to make an introduction!]
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Please, my- my dar...
( Ah, fuck. )
You made me forget my line!
( He's really not good at this, whoops. )
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[Love confessions are the quickest and surest way to make her upset.]
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Steak, this... this is so kind of you, but I'm overwhelmed!
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possessiveprotective as it is... she's going to have to turn Steak down! How is she supposed to do that without hurting his feelings?]no subject
As stupid as this whole thing is, and as much as he was not volunteering for this job, he has it now.
But no one told him what to do if his recipient interrupted his recitation. )
Please... Allow me to finish...!
( This probably isn't helping the impression she has, but he does not even consider that anyone would think he was doing this of his own accord. )
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[She should let him finish, shouldn't she? He must have put so much effort into preparing this! She goes quiet and listens attentively, nervously fiddling with her fingers the whole time. This is a terrible situation! He's being so brave and vulnerable, and she's going to hurt him for it? If it weren't for Jade, she might even consider accepting Steak's feelings - she doesn't know him well, but he seems to be a good man who at least deserves a chance! As it is, though, she's fairly certain that bad things would happen if Jade heard about this (
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closed / quest - winter jaws
Sharks in the snow.
He slows his steps as he catches sight of the Watchtower in the nearby vicinity, hands going to his swords, red eyes scanning the snow for signs of movement.
And there it is. Snow shifting and... A familiar face on the other end. Huh. Well, Steak isn't getting left out of this so heads up, Jean, he's coming in! )
Hiyaaaa!
( Slicing the air with his swords results in a wave of fire shooting out towards where the snow is moving. )
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He's glad to see Steak arrive. The fire hits the shark and while it should melt, it doesn't do as much damage as it should. Huh, interesting.]
It's great to see you.
[Jean has his regular sword as his weapon of choice this time. Since he hadn't planned on fighting, but he wanted to have something with him just in case. He uses some fire to distract the shark.]
I think we might need a better plan than "kill it with fire".
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... Then we take off its head.
( If the fire doesn't work, it's time to try the swords. They have three of them between them, surely they can manage to slice the thing apart. And Steak is gonna waste no time trying to confirm his theory, wrapping himself in a protective iridescent bubble as he leaps towards the shark, swords reaching for whatever bit of the creature they can.
Time to see how this thing deals with physical damage! )
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I'll be right behind you.
[Jean joins the fight, attacking a different side of the shark. Together they manage to slice both of its pectoral fins. Jean doesn't quite manage to cut the fin off completely, but it does do quite a bit of damage.]
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cw: decapitating a snow shark
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kate galloway 👟
open / quest - one very big fruit tree?
This is nothing more than another test of that.
She knows better than to shoot off straight up at full pelt, no matter how tempting it is to listen to the itch of energy buzzing in her legs when she starts up the first flight. It's... bizarre, really, to walk up stairs in a tree, but the sheer novelty has her biting back a smile.
Though, that smile doesn't remain hidden for long. The higher she goes, the more the knot that has taken permanent residence in her chest begins to loosen until there's a bounce in her steps, and the world around her seems brighter. More colourful.
Well, as colourful as you can get inside a tree.
The lightness in her also means that, when someone stumbles, or seems to be flagging, tired on their trek up, she makes her way over, a bottle of water in hand. )
Here.
open / quest - we don't talk about ellipsabucks
Eh. It deserves it. The coffee is probably an atrocity, only tempered by the myriad of syrups and milks people throw in to mask the actual taste of it.
Kate slips a few of them into her bag and makes her way inside, grabs a bottle of water and a vegetarian panini instead of any of the coffee offerings, and finds a place tucked away in a corner to sit, leaving her tray and water as she makes for the bathroom.
From there, it's easy enough to open her backpack while in one of the stalls and let the critters scarper, waiting a few moments before she follows them out and back to her seat.
Now, all she has to do is enjoy the show. )
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Immediately some people shriek or let out cries of disgust. A guy with glasses and a shitty haircut loudly calls out "That's a coffee rat! I told you guys that the coffee here was shit!". Some customers outright flee, others make a scene and demand that the personnel remove the critter (which they do attempt, leading to the rat running off) . Hijikata, among some other less sensitive patrons, stays put, though he does look pissed since he's still waiting in line and now there's a hold-up! On the other hand, does he really still want to buy anything here?]
Wow. I only came here because the little place around the corner's closed, but I should've known better.
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Well, the poster should be happy. This is exactly the kind of chaos they seemed to want. Except for a few people, which is good for Kate. If they're not bothered, they're not likely to suspect that she's so blasé about the whole thing because she set them free. Most likely they'll just think she's fine with it because she doesn't enjoy ruining her tastebuds with subpar coffee.
(The panino is pretty good, though. Maybe a bit too heavy on the pesto but given Kate's usual culinary creations, she has no room to throw stones.)
She's contemplating making a run for it and eating on the go when a comment catches her attention. The place around the corner? She's walked past it but not yet gone in, so... )
It good?
( She might be shorter (barely), and brunette, but that accent is still the same. )
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Well, it wakes you up. Granted, all the sugar in the stuff they sell here will probably also do the trick, but I prefer the kick to come from the caffeine.
[With the Ellipsabucks personnel still chasing after the coffee rat(s), he exhales in exasperation and takes his phone from his pocket to look up alternatives.]
There've got to be more options around here.
[He'd ask for recommendations, but given that the kid's been eating here, she's probably also only now starting to consider branching out!]
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open / parkour hours
She gives in one morning, just as the sun starts rising and the streets are still mostly empty, her morning jog shifting to a vault over a fence and onwards, running towards the wall and rushing up it before she pulls herself up to the very top with a gasp and that familiar burn of brick against her palms. Excitement shivers down her spine and the worries about running into the wrong persons vanish as she continues onwards, through the courtyard of a building and back up the other wall.
At this hour? Who the hell is going to find her as she ascends, hopping onto the roof of a single storey building and taking a quick second to survey her surroundings.
Hm. Where to go now? )
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A long enough time …
And a bad enough night. Her sleep was restless, plagued by nightmares and confusing, disjointed memories — some of which may as well be nightmares themselves. Ugh. She gives up somewhere in the cool, dusky hour before dawn; throws on an oversized hoodie and leggings, tucks her phone in her pocket, haphazardly belts on her hammerspace hip bag, and takes her window to the skies.
The relief is almost immediate. Fresh air and a chill, slow flight alongside the rising of the sun and the waking of the world. Wind against her feathers, as grounding as it is uplifting. God, she'd needed this. She takes a deep, deep breath, and … … pauses, when she spies a familiar figure standing on a rooftop far below. Huh. Looks like she's not the only one feeling restless. Korone hesitates a moment longer, and then, with a shrug, banks one wing and winds her way down towards the roof in slow, steady spirals, gliding more than flapping. ]
G'morning, Carly-san! [ She offers the greeting once she's close enough to not need to shout.
… Which means she's close enough that Carly will be able to see that she's wearing an eye-patch beneath her glasses. It's cute. Blue, with an adorable pattern of chicks and chickens. ]
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Well, as normal as anything can be when she's stranded in a world without her brother, without anything familiar and access to magic that stretches far beyond what she thought possible. Something which grounds her even as she stands several feet above the ground proper, watching the slow shift of dark sky to something lighter and brighter because at least the sky is something that doesn't change when stuck in another universe.
Her drifting thoughts leave her lingering on the rooftop long enough to be caught by a familiar voice, and she thanks that podcast for teaching her that a fake name is best when it starts in a similar way to your own, turning as she hears the "Ca-" and not quite registering the alias until she's already looking at Korone's face and... eyepatch?
That wasn't there last time. )
...Hey. ( She nods her head in greeting. ) You're up early.
( Said the pot to the kettle. )
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I'm usually up around this time. Not always out, but ... sometimes you've just gotta, right? [ It's the itch. The restlessness, the need to go and move.
Carly seems like the kind of person who'd Get It. Not least because she is also hanging out on a rooftop before daybreak. That's less of a hint and more of a duh. ]
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appears late with ellipsabucks (sans Rats)
It's there he takes a rest, looking around the area and spotting someone on the other roof. But he doesn't call out, merely just waves a greeting.]
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Damn, son.
That's the first thought. The second is of a conversation had a while ago, pulled to the forefront of her mind when he comes to a halt and straightens up.
Tall ✔
Light brown hair ✔
Jumping from roof to roof ✔
... Is it the weird guy who knew her name? Dark eyes narrow, but as she's been caught, all Kate can do is nod a response to his wave and tear her attention away, as though trying to pick out where she's going with her run now.
(When she's really waiting to see what he'll do next, whether she can follow him and check out his skills. If he really was trained by some version of herself, she can't help but to wonder what that version of her was like.) )
what is writing parkour