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Be my shelter from the storm | October Catch-all
Characters: Pepper Potts, Devin Parker, and you!
Date: Throughout October
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: Pepper is enjoying the festivities, while Devin is not
Warnings/Rating: Possible mention of murder, violence; will add in headers as needed.
A. [Pepper] Arts 2 | Open
Usually, Pepper is not a clumsy person, especially not with the level of physical training she's been doing since coming to this world. Her balance is better, her situational awareness is better - on every day but today, apparently. One moment, she's walking down the street taking in the decorations and wares of one of the pop-up fair. The next, she's stumbling to the ground as cake - and an ungodly amount of fondant - topples off its stand and onto her. The baker of said cake is now staring at her like she's an actual demon. At least one of the tiers survived?
"Sorry! Oh my god, I am so sorry," Pepper says in a rush, holding her hands up.
B. [Pepper] Sci-Tech 4 | Mid-late October | Open
Thanksgiving and Christmas may be some of Pepper's favorite holidays, but the whole city getting into a melting pot version of Halloween has her super excited, too. And she's gotten a ticket to a wicked cool haunted house that promises to be every bit as spooky (and hopefully not nearly as dangerous) as a Makluan temple. The free candy doesn't hurt either, so she's practically vibrating while she's waiting in line to go in, peering around every now and then to see if any of her friends are here, too.
C. [Devin] Academy Library | First week of October | Open
It was only a matter of time until Devin fell prey to the Dreaming sickness. He had been worried that it would be displays of one of his many hunting missions, or Bobby, or his family. He had been worried that all he would see was violence and not knowing the difference between dreams and reality, he would hurt someone. Privately, Devin had decided that the moment it started, he would go on a camping trip somewhere isolated and wait it out.
He turns down an aisle at the library and stops dead, nearly dropping the stack of books he's holding. Shock overtakes his features. Leaning against one of the shelves with a soft smile on his face is a young Asian man with shoulder-length hair pulled back into a tail. Devin barely manages a whisper: "...Sam?"
"And you said this wasn't a hobby," the dream needles.
D. [Devin] Commerce 4 | Open
Devin has a day job, but the owner of one of the bars he's taken a liking to is harried with preparations for the Night Parade. Since the whole idea of the Parade has him a little uneasy, Devin agrees to run an errand and retrieve a box of slow-burning red candles. Once he's made the purchase (and quite a few rhinn lighter, until the owner reimburses him), Devin considers them pensively. Red was meant to ward off the spirits, and he has a whole army of dead in his past that he would like not to meet again.
E. [Devin] Outside Aifaran | 2nd Week of October | Trahearne
This is an extraordinarily bad idea. Granted, it's a bad idea that could potentially resolve as many problems as it could create. Trahearne doesn't like him, and would probably continue to feel they have unfinished business until they got the chance to finish the fight they started. Or, Devin allows, until he has spent long enough proving he is not, in fact, like the undead Trahearne knows. It might take longer than either of them have here, or it might never happen. In any case, Devin has no intention of hurting the sylvari. The Fool is going to be angry with him enough just for sending the embossed invitation, much less getting into a real altercation.
Though he appears unarmed, Devin isn't stupid enough to leave all of his weapons at home and has daggers hidden on his person. He arrives at the field in the early morning. When Trahearne arrives, Devin is leaning against one of the sparse trees in the area, the picture of relaxation.
F. Wildcard!
Date: Throughout October
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: Pepper is enjoying the festivities, while Devin is not
Warnings/Rating: Possible mention of murder, violence; will add in headers as needed.
A. [Pepper] Arts 2 | Open
Usually, Pepper is not a clumsy person, especially not with the level of physical training she's been doing since coming to this world. Her balance is better, her situational awareness is better - on every day but today, apparently. One moment, she's walking down the street taking in the decorations and wares of one of the pop-up fair. The next, she's stumbling to the ground as cake - and an ungodly amount of fondant - topples off its stand and onto her. The baker of said cake is now staring at her like she's an actual demon. At least one of the tiers survived?
"Sorry! Oh my god, I am so sorry," Pepper says in a rush, holding her hands up.
B. [Pepper] Sci-Tech 4 | Mid-late October | Open
Thanksgiving and Christmas may be some of Pepper's favorite holidays, but the whole city getting into a melting pot version of Halloween has her super excited, too. And she's gotten a ticket to a wicked cool haunted house that promises to be every bit as spooky (and hopefully not nearly as dangerous) as a Makluan temple. The free candy doesn't hurt either, so she's practically vibrating while she's waiting in line to go in, peering around every now and then to see if any of her friends are here, too.
C. [Devin] Academy Library | First week of October | Open
It was only a matter of time until Devin fell prey to the Dreaming sickness. He had been worried that it would be displays of one of his many hunting missions, or Bobby, or his family. He had been worried that all he would see was violence and not knowing the difference between dreams and reality, he would hurt someone. Privately, Devin had decided that the moment it started, he would go on a camping trip somewhere isolated and wait it out.
He turns down an aisle at the library and stops dead, nearly dropping the stack of books he's holding. Shock overtakes his features. Leaning against one of the shelves with a soft smile on his face is a young Asian man with shoulder-length hair pulled back into a tail. Devin barely manages a whisper: "...Sam?"
"And you said this wasn't a hobby," the dream needles.
D. [Devin] Commerce 4 | Open
Devin has a day job, but the owner of one of the bars he's taken a liking to is harried with preparations for the Night Parade. Since the whole idea of the Parade has him a little uneasy, Devin agrees to run an errand and retrieve a box of slow-burning red candles. Once he's made the purchase (and quite a few rhinn lighter, until the owner reimburses him), Devin considers them pensively. Red was meant to ward off the spirits, and he has a whole army of dead in his past that he would like not to meet again.
E. [Devin] Outside Aifaran | 2nd Week of October | Trahearne
This is an extraordinarily bad idea. Granted, it's a bad idea that could potentially resolve as many problems as it could create. Trahearne doesn't like him, and would probably continue to feel they have unfinished business until they got the chance to finish the fight they started. Or, Devin allows, until he has spent long enough proving he is not, in fact, like the undead Trahearne knows. It might take longer than either of them have here, or it might never happen. In any case, Devin has no intention of hurting the sylvari. The Fool is going to be angry with him enough just for sending the embossed invitation, much less getting into a real altercation.
Though he appears unarmed, Devin isn't stupid enough to leave all of his weapons at home and has daggers hidden on his person. He arrives at the field in the early morning. When Trahearne arrives, Devin is leaning against one of the sparse trees in the area, the picture of relaxation.
F. Wildcard!
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He straightened up and stepped away from the tree so they would have enough space. "Your terms and your magic are acceptable." Devin would have to be on guard; he wasn't so foolhardy to think that those golems were the full extent of Trahearne's magic. He grinned sharply but made no other move to suggest an attack. "I hope you cleared your schedule. We may be here for a while."
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Then Trahearne raised the rod, pointing it at Devin. "I'll remain here as long as it takes. Prepare yourself!" With that warning, Trahearne gestured his hands in a circular motion before beckoning to the ground, multiple greenish-black portals opening in the space between him and Devin. Out of one came the hulking flesh golem that had been sent against Devin before, but the other portals sprouted different minions, including two flesh wurms that remained rooted in place, and two rat-like bone minions that seemed much more jittery compared to their fellow golems.
Having that many minions out at once could be called an intimidation tactic, but Trahearne had his reasons. He hadn't arrived at this duel without a plan in mind.
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At the Dreaming Bridge, Trahearne had not had time to bring all of his toys out to play. The two new varieties looked like animals that had been turned inside out, and he could only assume that their abilities were different than the golem's. They weren't small, either. A sword might have been useful to cut them down, but his general strategy of avoidance would do, for now. Devin shifted his weight over his feet, eyes darting between the minions and back to Trahearne.
"Can't you summon something that looks a little less like you dug it up from a pet cemetery?" Devin complained. The vampire pulled a dagger out of his jacket and held it at the ready. His cavalier attitude was mostly a mask; he would have to be careful.
Devin darted forward to slash at the flesh golem's side, just enough to get it's attention in the hopes of getting it to follow him where he came to a halt near one of the wurms. They had limited reach but nasty-looking mouths, so Devin kept an eye on those pincers and waited to see if the golem would charge. If Trahearne fully controlled their minds and they didn't just react on their own, he was probably going to have to come up with a different strategy than getting the minions to accidentally attack each other.
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The flesh golem immediately turns to lumber after Devin, but it didn't seem inclined to charge at all, simply rounding on him with a slower but steady pace. The wurm closest to Devin did attempt to snap at him a couple of times, but then it reared up and spit a glob of sickly green gunk at Devin's feet, one that lightly sizzled as soon as it hit the grass. None of the minions had minds of their own, but neither could Trahearne control them directly - instead, he was giving them commands through the link he retained with them, which accounted for why he simply seemed to be standing still and observing the fight.