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awashrpg2018-06-24 03:45 pm
whichcraft) wrote in awashrpg2018-06-24 03:45 pm
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Okay, so, a couple of things.
First off, probably useful for people to know right now: there's silver in them there hills. Forest, I mean. There's silver in the woods and you really have to look for it because it's buried, but it's out there. I found a ring in a chest, and I have a feeling given this place it's not the only one out there.
Second off is magic. I keep seeing people on the forum offering to use their talents to help make things better for everybody around here, so I guess I figure I should throw my figurative hat into the ring on that one, too. I was telling a guy recently that my magic is kind of like clay, and the spells I can do are like molds for it. Just because I've got molds for hearts, stars, and horseshoes right now doesn't mean I can't someday figure out how to make clovers and blue moons, too. It's just...working out how to do it, the first time.
Example: I've overheard enough people complaining about there not being any hair gel around that I went and figured out how to simulate it with magic. I don't need it myself but hey, trade me a favor and I'll do your hair for you, if it means that much to you. I'm a helper.
But yeah, I figure if I can do that, then maybe I can do other stuff, too. Things people think the town needs — above and beyond just putting on music for the local prom, I mean. So I'm taking ideas, if you've got them. I can't make any promises, but...you know, I want to help. Even if it's just really random, stupid little conveniences. Like maybe I can enchant a bathtub to heat the water you put in it or something, I don't know. I'm good at tricks like that, it's kind of what I do.
Third thing, and this is kind of out there but I just wanted to see if anybody else has been having thoughts like this too. Does it ever seem as though this town is, like...some kind of entity in its own right? Like a thing with a will of its own?
Okay, so, a couple of things.
First off, probably useful for people to know right now: there's silver in them there hills. Forest, I mean. There's silver in the woods and you really have to look for it because it's buried, but it's out there. I found a ring in a chest, and I have a feeling given this place it's not the only one out there.
Second off is magic. I keep seeing people on the forum offering to use their talents to help make things better for everybody around here, so I guess I figure I should throw my figurative hat into the ring on that one, too. I was telling a guy recently that my magic is kind of like clay, and the spells I can do are like molds for it. Just because I've got molds for hearts, stars, and horseshoes right now doesn't mean I can't someday figure out how to make clovers and blue moons, too. It's just...working out how to do it, the first time.
Example: I've overheard enough people complaining about there not being any hair gel around that I went and figured out how to simulate it with magic. I don't need it myself but hey, trade me a favor and I'll do your hair for you, if it means that much to you. I'm a helper.
But yeah, I figure if I can do that, then maybe I can do other stuff, too. Things people think the town needs — above and beyond just putting on music for the local prom, I mean. So I'm taking ideas, if you've got them. I can't make any promises, but...you know, I want to help. Even if it's just really random, stupid little conveniences. Like maybe I can enchant a bathtub to heat the water you put in it or something, I don't know. I'm good at tricks like that, it's kind of what I do.
Third thing, and this is kind of out there but I just wanted to see if anybody else has been having thoughts like this too. Does it ever seem as though this town is, like...some kind of entity in its own right? Like a thing with a will of its own?
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[A beat.]
Just make sure you get high enough, before you dive. If you send yourself headfirst straight into the dirt and die, I'm never going to forgive you.
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[He's so ready to go, but of course we gotta look out for our buddies, right?]
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[Awfully nice of him, that. Looking out for Jerry — Jericho. Wanting to take into consideration that little piece of her soul.
Hmmm.
Regardless, she flips up her hood and extends her hand so that Jericho can hop over to perch on it, then moves it around to the back of her neck so that he can hide comfortably underneath its loose folds.]
There we go. Nice and cozy.
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Okay. Then I think we're ready to go!
[He'd jump up, but she's still got her legs across his, so he just sort of bounces in place a little. He's one part nervous to ninety-nine parts HELL YEAH!]
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[Luckily, he won't be pinned for long, because she's shifting off of him and getting up, flicking her cloak back over her shoulders to bare her arms.]
Oh, and — if you need me to change you back in a hurry, before it wears off, make an L with your wings. Left wing out, right wing up. And I'll take care of it.
[And when he's ready to go, she'll reach out and touch him on the shoulder and presto-change-o, he's a falcon, baby.]
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--Is what he wants to say, but promptly--ayyyy--he's a bird. It's sudden enough to startle him, so despite her warning, he jumps a little, ruffles, and stumbles, as clumsy as a bird as he is as a boy. It takes some flapping to settle himself again, but as soon as he does, he turns--and oh, man, can he turn! Prompto takes full advantage of his neck's new flexibility as he checks out his new literal plumage, running his beak down his chest, under his wings, across his back.
He looks back up at her and makes a funny chirp-click sound, like the clicker of a car, and bobs his head. Hay, gurrrrl!]
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[Imagine if she'd turned him into an owl and he'd learned the magical world of turning your head around over a hundred and eighty degrees. Well, anyway. She crouches down a little, offering her hand out palm-up, and takes care not to reach for him too quickly, so that his little birdy instincts can follow what she's doing just as well as his human ones can.]
Okay. I'm gonna touch your feathers now, don't panic. Just gonna lift you up onto the porch railing. Okay?
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She looks different from down here. Different with a literal bird's eye view, too. The way she moves catches his attention more than the way she looks, the slow shift of her hair and hood, the gentle movements of her fingers.]
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[Carefully, she reaches down and gets hold of him — he's heavier than she's expecting, which is mostly because he's a flesh and blood bird and not a stuffed animal of comparable size — and moves him up onto the railing in question, waiting until he's had the chance to grip his talons in before releasing him.]
There. Now, you should already know how to fly, whenever you just kind of...decide to do that.
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Then he looks at her, makes another joyful clicking noise, crouches, and leaps, beating his wings hard to get enough air under them to buoy him up and up, aiming straight for the nearest roof. He's a diving bird. Higher, higher he has to go, and it feels awesome, the air caught under his wings as warm and friendly as a summer pool.
Once he snags hold of the roof and settles, he half-lifts his wings again, checking the winds. Then he calls out again and hops a bit in pace, happy and encouraging.
Of all the things that scare him, this isn't one.]