sticksandbones | [OPEN] baby wake up i found the plot

Who: Elsword & You
What: A curated selection of our finest bullshit including: making a grave for a child, sharing the Plot, repairing his armour, and... fishing!
When: Backdated to mid-June
Where: Outside :)
Warnings: There will be mentions of a dead child, but otherwise not too grim. Other warnings TBD/in tag headers.

i. this is the plot-relevant prompt
cw: electrocution mention

[Elsword is feeling a bit better after getting electrocuted within an inch of his life the other day, finally able to move about and do things again. The first thing he does isn't something ostensibly normal, though — the boy never is. Rather, he's coming up to you with a framed photograph, large and featuring a group of many people. One of the people in it looks like you from the past, however you were — younger, in a different form, whichever it may be — and Elsword taps a claw against the frame as he hands it off to you.]

Did we... Did I know you when I was a kid? And I... forgot about it?

[It's difficult to see, but the little redheaded boy in the photograph — no older than thirteen — bears a striking resemblance to the boy in front of you now. If you squint, anyway.]

ii. in memoriam
cw: mentions of a dead child

[Just outside the manor — well, actually, about ten feet away from it, but still — Elsword is holding a large piece of stone in his lap, sitting down in the grass and dragging the clawed finger of his gauntlet against the rock face. If you look closely or approach, you might catch the soft, golden glow of magic, as he tries to carve something into it.

Your footsteps alert him, but all he does is swivel his head around briefly to look at you and nod, before setting back to what he's doing. He's got a few flowers next to him as well, and Leon is curled up at his side, slow-blinking at you with his head against his giant paws.]

iii. i didn't go to blacksmithing school

[It's late into the evening, a bit past dinnertime, when Elsword finally doffs his armour and sits outside the inn hammering away at it. When he went into the mansion, it got messed up by a giant wolf attacking, see, and the consequence he suffered upon leaving it made it worse. He hasn't had time until now to actually sit down and try to repair it, and boy...

...boy, he gets why this is a Profession and not just Something Anyone Can Do.

Dinged-up, broken armour isn't good for combat. It gets weaker every blow until it fractures, and by that point, you're likely to get pieces of metal embedded in you when it fully breaks, depending on luck. He's like... pretty sure that's how it works, anyway. But man... man, every hammer strike seems to make it worse, and there's not a proper forge to fix things in.]

Do you know how to fix armour?

[Maybe he should just give up and go without.]

iv. feesh

[He's feeling a little out of sorts for the rest of the week, no idea why other than "emotions are starting to bubble up to the surface" and "had a generally bad time with the mansion"... so to take the edge off, Elsword can be found doing what Elrians do best.

Fishing.

He's silently sitting by the riverbank on a log, wearing a hat that reads "THE EL WANTS ME, FISH FEAR ME", and catching just... myriads of fish. So many fish for to munch. They're piling up on the bank fairly quickly.

Please feel free to just rob him he won't miss any of these.]

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( it's been... a rough couple of days! a very rough couple of days. and even without the literal shared electrocution, felicity's been worried for elsword ever since he first burst in looking for add.

so he goes fishing, and she comes by not long after with a sketchbook and a pack of art supplies. she doesn't say anything as she sits beside him, simply sketching different things- the fruit trees, some of the fish, elsword himself- and his silly hat- and for a quiet moment, everything is peaceful.

up until she leans over and lifts up a prismatic turtle- )

Just what are you...?

[Elsword finally bothers to glance up when she holds the turtle up. He's been so zoned into his fishing... out here not armoured, for once, wearing a goofy hat because the shopkeep put it on his head when he went to buy the rod and the bait, just living in the moment.]

...it's a Nasod turtle. [He states.] They can be caught back home. I guess you wouldn't really eat it, though. I wasn't paying attention.

Nasod...?

( it's cute. almost holographic. ...something he remembered on his own, though. she sets it on her lap. it's a friend now. )

Are you having fun?

Yeah. I'm good at fishing. It's almost competitive on Elrios.

["Almost" is kind of a lie. It can be very competitive where their group is concerned. He has watched Laby bite people over catching a bigger fish.]

Someone in the group... I don't remember who, but someone always caught the biggest fish, somehow. I remember a fish the size of my torso hanging from the rod, and everyone saying "you look proud"... but I don't remember who it was.

[Probably Raven, or Ciel... maybe Elesis? Hm.]

...

( the hat is in the way, but felicity still reaches over for an affectionate touch. )

I'm sure it'll come back to you at some point.

The river looks different, though... this was because of you and 9S, right?

I think so. We fought a big... monster made of bone. It was tough. My arm kept acting up while we were trying to kill it. The forest was protesting.

[Why forest Bully him. Why.]

The- it's still got your arm?

( is he armored currently? not that he has... a lot of alternatives but- )

[Ya boy out here in a V-neck and cargo pants because fishing is a sport that requires climbing into the riverbed sometimes, and that's harder to do in full plate armour. It is the only time his back isn't exposed to the world.]

It hasn't left.

[It might even be worse now. :)]

... Good god.

( felicity gently pries the cloth of his sleeve back, balking at the blackened veins- it's...

atrocious.

it's spreading. )

... I don't know if I can get it out, but I might be able to prevent it spreading. Can I try?

You'll need to take your shirt off for it, though. Sorry.

Yeah, you can try. I don't mind.

[Nor does he care much for taking his shirt off, clearly. He normally has his back exposed anyway, and it's often that Add's prying his armour off of him and berating him for his recklessness in that way he does — suffice it to say, the prospect of undressing in front of friends isn't daunting at all.

Elsword puts aside his fishing gear for now, takes his hat off, and then pulls the V-neck over his head.

Expectedly, he's fucking jacked, with that red tattoo down his spine and scars littering his torso, some small, some large, some claw marks and some puncture wounds. Light red freckles litter his shoulders, thinner around his collarbone and down his chest. The newest mark, though, is the corruption from the forest — the tiny bump at his wrist from where the vine first entered, the black veins spreading outward from there.]

( WHO authorized this boy- who. she needs to speak to life's manager for attacking her with a sweet, strong, virtuous boy with nice arms. this in't fair. )

( wait no she needs to get it together fuck okay hold on

hold on

inhale, exhale. she's good. she did NOT just blush bright red at her bestie's everything. we're normal here.

and she has something way more important to focus on anyway, what with the mark of entry and the black veins. thats

felicity frowns, tracing her fingers over one such vein. it feels malicious, to her. it feels like poison. )

... This... right. Okay.

I definitely can't get this out. Not without hurting you irreparably and/or making it worse. But I can block it off so it's just your arm. Stay right here-

( and with that she darts off, back to the inn for her supplies. and returns shortly with a jar in her hand, full of a dark red mixture of some sort. dipping her pinky into it, she sets it on... nothing, she's holding it up with magic as the jar sparkles, and draws a thin line around elsword's bicep. then, a series of marks: dots and moon phases mirroring each other, before she draws a single large black dot in the center- the new moon- and lastly, a third line beneath the moons, broken up only by a single circle.

though the mixture is cold, something about the magic within feels warm. )

[Elsword is completely oblivious to this, this would be the second? time he's taken his shirt off and people have been like "oh god he's hot" and yet he parses absolutely none of it. Truly the most oblivious of men. He tries very hard not to wiggle while Fel is magic-ing him up.]

...does it go away if I wash it off?

[Does he have to be shirtless forever to avoid smudging the moon-marks.......]

It won't wash off. --Oh, but it won't, like, stain anything. It's kind of like henna. ... Do you know what henna is? It's like a long-lasting body art, like a tattoo but not permanent. I'll have to reapply it if it starts to fade any. I'm going to wrap this mark up so it doesn't smudge on accident, though.

( the jar just stays there, sparkling and floating in the air as she pulls out a white cloth- almost like a bandage, really. don't mind her just... maneuvering your arm so she can wrap it properly. there's a certain deliberation to her movements as she does, so as to not displace the mixture at all. )

[OPEN] baby wake up i found the plot

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