[OPEN] baby wake up i found the plot

[simplicitas]

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.]

Comments

iii. me either

[amhran]

U-Um... I-I don't but.. I can do this - ? [ With that she casts Mending and it takes a little bit of time but ultimately so long as every piece of the armor had already remained upon it. The armor returns back to its original shape - a sort of time magic. ]

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[Cue Elsword just. staring. at this. Like what? What.]

...whoa. [The emotion and awe in the word does not quite reach his voice.] That's a really cool spell. Can you do that with everything?

[amhran]

Ah - yes... Well no... Items that are magical in making. I cannot mend the magic of them, as that requires a certain level of understanding of the weave that... I lack.. However - I can mend items broken much like this. So long as all the pieces are together for the most part... For something like a vase... I could if it shattered - but it would take so long.

[simplicitas]

Huh. Cool.

[That'll come in useful multiple times, he bets. Elsword inspects his armour, no longer dented and marred.]

And it'll just stay like this, now that you've fixed it?

[amhran]

F-For now... Until it is dented again. So-So let me know, the sooner the better... This way it doesn't wear as much. [ She hesitates and then speaks more. ] I... Back when I was a druid, I often would break my Viol... As I would often use it as a weapon. T-That is why I kept this spell handy.

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A druid? What's that?

[sorry these don't exist on elrios]

[amhran]

Oh... [ Caoimhe thinks that is strange, she doesn't know anyone who has never heard of Druid before. ] I... I pray to lands, and the Gods that watch over them. There is the Church, that pray to Gods too but it is far different in how we worship.

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We have churches on Elrios, too. [So, he can draw the connection.] Are there Gods of the land, where you're from?

[He wants to understand.]

[amhran]

Oh Do you? I have never been to a church on Grandall. [ The Lands she is from. ] There are many Gods - but those of who my people worship. Are the Skies and Winds, gifted to us by Lady Eimhear and the God of the Ocean. Who brought up lands for all the people and living kind to live on, his name is Beithir.

[ There is a soft fondness to each of their names, but when she speaks about her last God. There is a weariness in her voice, that of fear and want to overcome what it is he represents. ] There is too - the Beast. Who is unnamed and known only because he is usually the antagonist of all our songs. H-he is who we must overcome, if we are to survive. He lurks in all shadows, even the ones in our hearts....

The Beast is who we must overcome, if we wish to be most whole and our self. What feeds him is our emotions, so he pressures us into situations that would make us fall into his shadows. That is why, again - he is a Deity representing the strength of ones will.

[ Think the concept of Dark Knight in FFXIV, but as a God. ]

He is also... The being terrorizing all of the Planes - I am sure even here... He has come.... I am sure it is his doing. [ Munnote: its not. ]