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maskormenacelogs2020-07-03 08:21 pm
bestest_ladle) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-07-03 08:21 pm
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July Meeth
WHO: Meeth Crym, new housemates, anyone else
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, tho she can be found in some other Porter city! SHE STOMPS AROUND.
WHEN: July
WHAT: Meeth out and about! Feel free to wildcard it or find her in some other city, too! She stomps about the place generally.
WARNINGS: Meeth
a. getting settled in
[When Meeth learned that there was room free in Magnus Burnsides' abode, she didn't hesitate to pack her things and move right on in. It feels so good to be out of the desert sun and back into nice ordinary weather that doesn't crisp her leaves and leave her dizzy from excessive photorespiration.
She also did not hesitate to take over the kitchen--that's where her new roommates are most likely to find her at any given time of the day, either rolling around on her urn or using it as a stepstool so she can work at the counter, cooking or baking or organizing grocieries. There's so much fresh food readily available... fruits and vegetables and good meat. No striped apples or rainbow grapes, but she won't complain.]
Let's see... no, this recipe doesn't have nearly enough garlic in the saucie. Who let this person publish a bookie?
b. Home chemistry
[Meeth has heard that the 4th of July is a big holiday around here -- one specifically about fireworks. A chance to sink her teeth into some real alchemical learning is tempting, and with so many pyrotechnics available so cheaply, she's going to take temptation up on its offer.
That's why she's sitting on a tennis court--which is curiously unoccupied aside from her--surrounded a bunch of fireworks in various states of dismantlement. Her alchemy urn, a notebook, and a propped-up umbrella for shade are next to her as she studies them. They're the sort of cheap things you get from pop-up pavilions in strip malls, and she's shaking her head over them.]
Hmph, it would be impressive if it wasn't so crudie. [She does something with her ladle, and a shower of blue sparks goes up.] More about aesthetics than safety.
c. RANDOM ENCOUNTER MUSIC THEME
[Maurita Falls, Meeth knows, is a rough town. It's more similar to the dystopian Earth she was first brought to than any other Porter city. Usually she doesn't have any trouble of the being-accosted variety. Whether that's because she projects an air of compact belligerence or she's just too odd-looking to most cutpurses and footpads is a question she hasn't answered fully.
But evidently some of them have gotten over whatever it is that inhibits them, which is why she's standing in the center of a ring of local toughs, glaring up at them.]
Listen, uglies, even if I did have diamonds in my pocketsies it'd take better than you to get them off of me!
Diamonds? Those would be a bonus! But you know, you're a rare enough item all on your own.
...Wait, you want to grab me? Like I'm some kind of TOY?! Oooh, you are about to find out why you don't mess with a Lilty!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, tho she can be found in some other Porter city! SHE STOMPS AROUND.
WHEN: July
WHAT: Meeth out and about! Feel free to wildcard it or find her in some other city, too! She stomps about the place generally.
WARNINGS: Meeth
a. getting settled in
[When Meeth learned that there was room free in Magnus Burnsides' abode, she didn't hesitate to pack her things and move right on in. It feels so good to be out of the desert sun and back into nice ordinary weather that doesn't crisp her leaves and leave her dizzy from excessive photorespiration.
She also did not hesitate to take over the kitchen--that's where her new roommates are most likely to find her at any given time of the day, either rolling around on her urn or using it as a stepstool so she can work at the counter, cooking or baking or organizing grocieries. There's so much fresh food readily available... fruits and vegetables and good meat. No striped apples or rainbow grapes, but she won't complain.]
Let's see... no, this recipe doesn't have nearly enough garlic in the saucie. Who let this person publish a bookie?
b. Home chemistry
[Meeth has heard that the 4th of July is a big holiday around here -- one specifically about fireworks. A chance to sink her teeth into some real alchemical learning is tempting, and with so many pyrotechnics available so cheaply, she's going to take temptation up on its offer.
That's why she's sitting on a tennis court--which is curiously unoccupied aside from her--surrounded a bunch of fireworks in various states of dismantlement. Her alchemy urn, a notebook, and a propped-up umbrella for shade are next to her as she studies them. They're the sort of cheap things you get from pop-up pavilions in strip malls, and she's shaking her head over them.]
Hmph, it would be impressive if it wasn't so crudie. [She does something with her ladle, and a shower of blue sparks goes up.] More about aesthetics than safety.
c. RANDOM ENCOUNTER MUSIC THEME
[Maurita Falls, Meeth knows, is a rough town. It's more similar to the dystopian Earth she was first brought to than any other Porter city. Usually she doesn't have any trouble of the being-accosted variety. Whether that's because she projects an air of compact belligerence or she's just too odd-looking to most cutpurses and footpads is a question she hasn't answered fully.
But evidently some of them have gotten over whatever it is that inhibits them, which is why she's standing in the center of a ring of local toughs, glaring up at them.]
Listen, uglies, even if I did have diamonds in my pocketsies it'd take better than you to get them off of me!
Diamonds? Those would be a bonus! But you know, you're a rare enough item all on your own.
...Wait, you want to grab me? Like I'm some kind of TOY?! Oooh, you are about to find out why you don't mess with a Lilty!
c!
Besides, Kipo would never let her hear the end of it if she let this happen.
Wolf leaps off the streetlight and lands in a defensive fighting stance, crouched low to the ground with Stalky aimed at the nearest of the jerks. ]
Hey. Beat it.
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The goons don't seem so impressed]
Hey, kid, how bout you beat it, or we'll beat y--OW!
[that's generally the reaction a person has when they receive a spiked ladle to the knee.]
That's what you get for looking awayie!
[restraint? Meeth? those two words don't belong in any sentence that isn't "Meeth has NO sense of restraint about hurling herself at her would-be abductors, with rather more force than they expected".]
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She grits her teeth and dives into the fray, knocking one jerk upside the head with the ball of her staff, and ducking into a crouch to sweep the legs out from underneath another.]
What're you doing?! This is the part where you're supposed to run away!
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[now, obviously this girl is a pretty tough kiddie, what with that WOLF PELT she's got on her head and the staff that's got some kind of creepy-crawly's stinger on the end of it. but Meeth still isn't going to ditch her, sheesh!
anyway, she wants to beat these guys up.]
And these goonies have it coming!
[A remark she addresses to one of them as she kicks him in the shin and whacks him on the foot, provoking a storm of curses and hopping around.]
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[ Wolf catches the hook of the Deathstalker stinger on one guy's hoodie, and swings him face-first into another jerk who was approaching from behind. She isn't going to take that attitude from some little girl who's even shorter than she is! Even if her weapon is much cooler than she'd initially thought! (What can she say? Wolf appreciates spikes in a handheld weapon.) ]
I can take care of this! Get out of here, before--!
[ ... And at this point, one of the jerks just grabs Wolf by the cloak and picks her up off the ground, because despite being a great fighter, she's also barely over four feet tall and weighs about as much as a sack of flour. Dammit! ]
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But before that question can be settled, Jerk #2 just grabs Meeth's new friend by the pelt and YOU KNOW WHAT]
Put her DOWNIE! [With a wave of her ladle and a poof of smoke, Meeth is suddenly inside her urn, on its side with her head sticking out. It's a strange sight but a brief one because as soon as it scoops her up, she's barreling into Jerk #2 like a belligerent bowling ball.
...She gets him right in the shins, but she didn't pay too much attention in her outrage and keeps going into the wall. CRASH.]
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Did you just...?! What the heck was that?! Are you okay?!
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Just hunky-dory! Gotta be careful to aim properly. [So #2 and #3 are in pain and Jerk #1 is looking decidedly less certain about this great idea he had. Meeth gets out a Fire magicite and concentrates.] You just keep me covered while I singe his pantsies--
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[ Wolf, evidently, has not gotten used to Meeth's vocal tics yet. What did this kid just say? Is she going to shoot something at them?! (Wolf doesn't disapprove, she just isn't sure about using ranged weaponry in close quarters like this!)
Jerk #1, who apparently has the fewest self-preservation instincts in the group, takes a few doubtful steps towards them, and immediately has a scorpion stinger pointed at his face. Wolf scowls, looking as fearsome as a 10-year-old girl can possibly be. ]
Don't.
o1
He only watched Meeth putter around, dragging things behind her so she can reach for a couple of days before he realized his folly and went out to his carpentry shed and came back in with a couple of chairs hooked through one arm. ]
Meeth! Hey! I got something for you!
[ He lets one of the chairs fall off his arm and onto the ground, just the right size to perch by the stove. The other, a makeshift high-chair, he places by the kitchen table. ]
It completely slipped my mind, but I got a whole slew of furniture out back that should be the right size for you. [ He takes a step back, squinting as he measures Meeth with one hand. ]
Well... almost. Might have to add some cushioning here and there. That's an easy job, though.
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When Magnus comes bearing gifts, her eyes widen. It didn't even occur to her to ask for Lilty-sized furniture.]
Oh, wowie! [She goes to the chair he dropped near the stove first. A little cushioning, yes, but other than that? Perfect.] This is going to make it so much easier to cookie. Howcome you've got things that's all sized for Lilties?
[she's quite notably the only one of her kind around, after all.]
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[ Magnus laughs at that, deep from his gut. He's one to talk, considering how densely furred he is, just as a general rule. ]
Where I'm from, there'd be way more furniture made for people like you, but people here haven't caught up yet. Lucky for you, I'm a master carpenter.
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[She laughs too at the idea of someone even hairier than Magnus.]
It's kind of dull with everyone being all the samie, don't you thinkie? All the same heightie, same kinds of arms and legsies, same fuzzy headsies. I'd like to see your worldie sometimie.
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You're right. It's boring. Not even any magic native to this place, no magical creatures, not so much as one gelatinous cube? It's horseshit. I think -- ow, hot!
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SEE.] That's what you get for sneaking before it's ready.
[AHEM.]
It's such a pain in the neckie. I have to scrimp and scrounge for elements to make my magicities! Every single thing they do is just from electricity! And they can't even make it themselvies--it's all generators and batteries.
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It tasted good. And I got a strong tongue. No regrets.
[ ...little regrets. It's burned, but he's never going to tell. ]
But don't be too hard on those of us who can't do magic! We can't help it, you know. If I could, you bet your ass I would be, right now.
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[With a grin, because there's no managing Magnus ever, under any circumstances.]
Hm... How does magic on your world workie? Just about anyone can learn it on my worldie.
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[ Magnus sighs at the question, then twists his head to one side, cracking his neck. It's deeply unpleasant. He's just an unpleasant person sometimes, though. ]
Anyway can learn it. You know, the basics. But not everyone's got that special touch. And it takes -- well -- I mean, don't get me wrong! I'm a smart guy. I'll fight anyone who tells me otherwise!
...but the reading and writing and studying and all that shit isn't my forte.