Cecelia Ardenbury: Lvl 10 half-elf Sorceress (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenacelogs2019-09-01 02:08 pm
adamantlyardent) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-09-01 02:08 pm
storm season [OPEN]
WHO: Cecelia, various
WHERE: De Chima, Heropa, ???
WHEN: September
WHAT: September catch-all shenanigans
WARNINGS: Marked in tag subjects if needed
o1: De Chima, small business block, Houdini's Magic Supplies, etc.
[while other teens are skulking back to school, Cecelia keeps a routine of maintaining a shop full of wares she hates, serving regulars she barely tolerates, and altogether makes a great, pleasant use of her time!
maybe she oughtn't complain too much: it is a pretty niche store, so it's mostly empty for vast chunks of time. she can get a lot of reading done, and, since she's the only employee, she can control the audio. enjoy the weirdly out-of-place tracks of forest ambiance upon entry, and do try not to set off the trick hats spring-loaded with playing cards.
at break times she visits a tea shop down the block, picking a patio seat and quietly judging all within view, scratching down her idle thoughts in a leather-bound journal. if you can read elvish, good on you! otherwise, it's just fancy nonsense with too many curls and dots.
beyond that, this is a busy street! hijinks can happen on the regular: rotten drivers, rotten pedestrians, teen hooligans and vandals...it's not as dangerous as Maurtia Falls, but high heat brings about hot tempers!]
o2: Heropa, botanical gardens
[peak flowering season is fading, which means the volume of tourists in this particular venue has greatly died down. finally, Cecelia can peruse this place in some fashion of peace! she'd been itching to since she'd heard about it back in...May? was it May? how long ago is May, again?
whatever.
point is, she may not see all the fanciest of blooms, but hardier summer and tropical flora is in abundance and quite lovely as-is. it sure does suck that so little of it can evoke feelings of the refined and lush forests and gardens of her elven home, but she's gotta take these opportunities to enjoy greenery where she can: this world seems so damned opposed to the stuff.
what a nice place to just sit and reflect in! it vaguely reminds her of some dreams she's had -- encountering fanciful and handsome strangers, footsteps masked by the bubbling of a fountain...]
o3: Heropa, beachside, thunderstorm warnings
[living in Florida in the summer means getting showers or thunderstorms almost daily, and it's an actual nightmare for Cecelia's hair. eventually, though, one has to just suck it up and endure it, you know? this can't go on forever. right???
in any case, it would figure most any opportunity she sees to wander the beach without an eyeful of tourists is inevitably broken up by storms. no wonder this place is all but empty, save for some reckless surfers and herself. Cecelia watches lighting flickering off on the horizon beyond the city as the sky darkens, feeling a prickling under her skin.
most of the time, it's a harried hustle to the bus stop to avoid the downpour: sometimes she wins, but sometimes she'll plop down looking like a miserable, half-drowned (but very smartly dressed) rat.
other times, she will linger, even as winds kick up and nearly yank her shawl and hat free of her (sometimes that happens, too; a little help, maybe?), eyes fixed on surging clouds.]
o4: Heropa #2/gov't housing neighborhood
[if you live in these assigned houses, you'll notice one of the buildings has an incredibly out-of-place balcony on the second floor that is hilariously too ornate to belong to the building it's affixed to. kind of an eyesore to be part of Cecelia's secluded space!! but whatever. she could be glimpsed time to time, sitting on a swinging chair with a book or journal in her lap, mostly in the very, very early morning hours, because half-elves don't really do the whole 8-hours thing humans do...
as for housemates, Cecelia sightings can happen at similar times, or...very, very late. watching taped soap operas or movie specials. with a box of tissues. and some trail mix. as you do.]
o5: wildcard
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WHERE: De Chima, Heropa, ???
WHEN: September
WHAT: September catch-all shenanigans
WARNINGS: Marked in tag subjects if needed
o1: De Chima, small business block, Houdini's Magic Supplies, etc.
[while other teens are skulking back to school, Cecelia keeps a routine of maintaining a shop full of wares she hates, serving regulars she barely tolerates, and altogether makes a great, pleasant use of her time!
maybe she oughtn't complain too much: it is a pretty niche store, so it's mostly empty for vast chunks of time. she can get a lot of reading done, and, since she's the only employee, she can control the audio. enjoy the weirdly out-of-place tracks of forest ambiance upon entry, and do try not to set off the trick hats spring-loaded with playing cards.
at break times she visits a tea shop down the block, picking a patio seat and quietly judging all within view, scratching down her idle thoughts in a leather-bound journal. if you can read elvish, good on you! otherwise, it's just fancy nonsense with too many curls and dots.
beyond that, this is a busy street! hijinks can happen on the regular: rotten drivers, rotten pedestrians, teen hooligans and vandals...it's not as dangerous as Maurtia Falls, but high heat brings about hot tempers!]
o2: Heropa, botanical gardens
[peak flowering season is fading, which means the volume of tourists in this particular venue has greatly died down. finally, Cecelia can peruse this place in some fashion of peace! she'd been itching to since she'd heard about it back in...May? was it May? how long ago is May, again?
whatever.
point is, she may not see all the fanciest of blooms, but hardier summer and tropical flora is in abundance and quite lovely as-is. it sure does suck that so little of it can evoke feelings of the refined and lush forests and gardens of her elven home, but she's gotta take these opportunities to enjoy greenery where she can: this world seems so damned opposed to the stuff.
what a nice place to just sit and reflect in! it vaguely reminds her of some dreams she's had -- encountering fanciful and handsome strangers, footsteps masked by the bubbling of a fountain...]
o3: Heropa, beachside, thunderstorm warnings
[living in Florida in the summer means getting showers or thunderstorms almost daily, and it's an actual nightmare for Cecelia's hair. eventually, though, one has to just suck it up and endure it, you know? this can't go on forever. right???
in any case, it would figure most any opportunity she sees to wander the beach without an eyeful of tourists is inevitably broken up by storms. no wonder this place is all but empty, save for some reckless surfers and herself. Cecelia watches lighting flickering off on the horizon beyond the city as the sky darkens, feeling a prickling under her skin.
most of the time, it's a harried hustle to the bus stop to avoid the downpour: sometimes she wins, but sometimes she'll plop down looking like a miserable, half-drowned (but very smartly dressed) rat.
other times, she will linger, even as winds kick up and nearly yank her shawl and hat free of her (sometimes that happens, too; a little help, maybe?), eyes fixed on surging clouds.]
o4: Heropa #2/gov't housing neighborhood
[if you live in these assigned houses, you'll notice one of the buildings has an incredibly out-of-place balcony on the second floor that is hilariously too ornate to belong to the building it's affixed to. kind of an eyesore to be part of Cecelia's secluded space!! but whatever. she could be glimpsed time to time, sitting on a swinging chair with a book or journal in her lap, mostly in the very, very early morning hours, because half-elves don't really do the whole 8-hours thing humans do...
as for housemates, Cecelia sightings can happen at similar times, or...very, very late. watching taped soap operas or movie specials. with a box of tissues. and some trail mix. as you do.]
o5: wildcard
Come up w/ur own prompt or hmu to plan @
for finn
Cecelia pauses in her description to take a sip of her tea, her toes tapping the bottom of her cafe chair lightly while casting a glance past Finn toward some of the other patrons...y'know, just in case the guy she's talking about happened to be there.
She'd not asked Finn to join her on lunch break, but here he is! So she naturally didn't go out of her way to refuse him, either. Such is her fickle way. At least now she can gossip about the weird old wizard guy who darkened her store doorfront and get some outsider opinions.
"But, like, anyway, he was all...oh, you don't like your job? Have you tried something else?" She rolls her eyes. "And all, like, what subjects do you take in school? Because I obviously look like the only place I belong is in one of those hell-buildings, right? Gawds."
Being so invested in recounting this story is what is keeping her sharp half-elf ears from picking up distant distress from outside and far down the block. Goopy, incoming distress.
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He doesn't, though. He's weirdly into this.
"And he was a total stranger? That's none of his business." Look at him, completely ignoring the fact that he kinda did the same thing around the second time they met up.
Regardless, his eyes trail over Cecelia's shoulder to see... people running from a few blocks away, heading on to their street. That's weird.
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She blinks.
"...Finn?" Is he paying attention? She frowns, then looks over her shoulder. "I'm sorry. What are we looking at, now?"
And why is everyone else over there so bloody worked-up? Is there another celebrity in town?
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Just then, a gigantic disgusting blob of goop rolls into the street! He's up out of his seat in an instant, thinking it was rathtar at first glance. "What is that!?"
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She shimmies around the table, grabbing Finn's arm.
"We better get the hell away from that thing!"
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The pair vanishes and reappears on the roof of the building that had been adjacent to them. Bit like deja vu, actually. Though Finn quickly looks over the side to watch the chaos below. The really gross chaos. "We have to help them. We gotta stop that thing."
Okay, how?
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What? No. That sounds like, absolutely insane. Except that's definitely what she said. Outside, no longer separated by glass and brick, Cecelia's keen half-elf ears are full of the nasty chomping, slurping, and oddly...inviting sounds from below?
The prospect makes her skin crawl, and yet here she is, leaning over and peering at it, unblinking, unable to peel her eyes off of it.
"Oh, gods," she whispers. "Finn--it. It has...has some kind of. Magic property on it, oh no..."
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"Okay. Okay, that's not good. And we're both vulnerable." Not good. "You said you can do magic, right? Do you know anything that can... counteract that? Or maybe people not go toward it?"
Should he just get Cecelia to safety and call reinforcements? But he can't just leave either.
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But she's going to.
"I, I'll try to burn it," she offers, frown deepening. "Or...fry it. Lightning. Something--"
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He's unarmed and has no offensive powers. He can't feel it to death. "I'll distract it by teleporting around a little. Let's try to keep our distance, okay?"
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She grimaces as someone below screams, caught up by one of those gnashing mouths. Gods, she's going to be ill.
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He turns back at that horrible scream. Right. Job to do. "Okay."
Finn teleports down to the street, right in front of the creature, then moves again to be on its far side, facing away from Cecelia. This close, he can feel what she was talking about tenfold. It calls to him...
Best not to do that. "Hey! HEY! BLOB THING! Look at me!" If it can even see, it does seem to look at him. Finn shivers and freezes.
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He's not so much out of her sight as he is just not facing her which is, at first, irritating for not being what she asked, but then very much a boon: she'd gotten better about targeting spells, right? At least this way, she can will the power to avoid sizzling him to a crisp. She hopes.
Bringing to mind all the times before when she'd called upon the spell to save her hide, Cecelia raises her wand as the magic that courses through her seeps up to it, warming, sparking, and sending forth a ferocious bolt of white-hot lightning that arcs skyward before she can force it back downward directly onto the pulsing mass of teeth and flesh.
She could've lived a long, happy life not knowing what it was like to see a gibbering mouther explode into sizzling bits, but here we are. Acid and teeth and smoked guts just flying every whichway, smacking sickly against cars and buildings while Cecelia stands there, aghast and nauseated.
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Without realizing that he was still in her line of sight (not used to these kinds of weapons okay), he still almost expected to get injured somehow. He didn't expect the lightning show and he certainly didn't expect to end up covered in the goopy slime. The sidewalk behind him thanks him for his service, though.
He is so thankful that his mouth wasn't open.
Finn looks up and down the street, not seeing many injured people as much as those that were stunned. Then he looks down at himself and it's just... brownish/pink slime. Hands still up, he closes his eyes and wills himself not to be sick, but not before giving a thumbs up in Cecelia's direction. She definitely got it.
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She's not quite sure what the right exclamation is for this moment, so she kind of goes through them all: Surprise, jubilation, and disgust, all because she did it. She lets herself laugh a little bit in relief, but only after Finn signals he's fine. Encouraged, she trots over, eyes bright.
"Finn, I haven't cast that well ineeUUOUGH OMIGODS--!"
She recoils the very second she sees his goop-covered front, hand to her mouth. Sickening!
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He shakes his hands a little, trying to get a little off. "You did perfect. It was amazing. I'd be really excited right now if I wasn't probably about to be siiii-..." He pauses, looking down at himself as if bewildered, as if shocked he's still filthy.
It's because he felt something. Then he feels it again and sees it and IT'S ALL DOING SOMETHING- "It's not dead! IT'S NOT DEAD IT'S NOT-! GET IT OFF!!" He's dancing now but telling the truth. The goop is wiggling.
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The two of them bounce around like screaming idiots for a bit before she has enough lucidity to rush over to an open-air cafe, grab an abandoned pitcher of water, and just. Launch it at him.
(The water, not the pitcher; the pitcher drops midway because her strength stat is actually garbage)
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He looks down at himself, sogging wet but most of the goop is gone. "Thanks." It's said pretty pathetically, actually. It's been a very long ten or so minutes, okay?
But there is a little bit of that goopy gross stuff still left on his clothes, and Finn hurriedly takes his shirt off before it can start moving again. At least he has enough mind to not totally strip right now
but he kind of wants to. "This is gross. This is so gross. What do we do? Will it grow into one big one again or something?"no subject
She slaps a hand over her eyes. Don't just strip in the middle of the street, gods damn you!
"Like I know!" she snaps back, exasperated, turning away from him. "Let's just get out of here before it can, okay?!"