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Question for characters with fire powers/fire magic! Will the blizzard impact their powers at all, particularly if they generate their own fire?
And follow up question that's a little more Stan-specific - typically I play him as immune to cold/heat with his CRAU blood magic. Should that be nerfed for this event? And if so would it be a 100% nerf or just for horrible wraith curses (if, for example, a dumbass went outside alone because he doesn't freeze?)
And follow up question that's a little more Stan-specific - typically I play him as immune to cold/heat with his CRAU blood magic. Should that be nerfed for this event? And if so would it be a 100% nerf or just for horrible wraith curses (if, for example, a dumbass went outside alone because he doesn't freeze?)
[Note: Wolfwood has dragon blessings now! So in all threads he will appear different, with a black tail and jagged black horns to match. The right horn is broken off (the same side he lost his leg), and he now has patches of scales included that dot where the tail/horns meet his body, along his hands and forearms, and dotted on his cheeks and sideburns. Between the gaps of the cracks/scales on his tail and horns is an electric blue the same color of his serum.]
A) Wakes and Awakenings | The Inn | OPEN
B) A Bitter Arrival | Vash's House | OPEN
C) A Cold Reception | Anywhere in the Grove | OPEN
[OOC: OOC Plotting here!]
A) Wakes and Awakenings | The Inn | OPEN
[His whole life, Wolfwood has been the type who hasn't generally had the luxury of being a light sleeper. It isn't that he doesn't sleep heavily- anyone who has been anywhere near this man when he's asleep knows he's dead once he's really out- it's just that he's never been relaxed or comfortable enough to allow himself to drift into that kind of sleep. Being an assassin will do that to you. It's better, here, when he has people he loves to sleep with to help mitigate that feeling, but...you know. It's the Grove. He always feels like he's in some sort of mortal fucking peril.
Weirdly though, even with this cold...that isn't true this morning. Wolfwood doesn't do this, he'd swear, but if you're visiting the Inn this morning you'll find him sitting at the end of one of the couches, unnaturally still. If you try to call out he won't answer, and this is because he's dead asleep. Maybe he came here to sit in front of the fire for some respite, maybe it's for another reason...but regardless, he's eeping, arms folded and knees apart like he was previously just sitting there.]
B) A Bitter Arrival | Vash's House | OPEN
[The house Vash purchased is a bit of a walk from the Grove proper, so while Wolfwood doesn't typically expect visitors, it's common enough that people wander by this way if they're the type to do regular patrols or something. Maybe you're new and fucking lost. Maybe you're Ain, who Wolfwood has been regularly bringing over lately (even moreso because it's so god damn cold). Whoever you are at this point and time, if you wind up on the porch Wolfwood will crack the door to the tune of a black husky nose appearing in the doorjamb to say hello.]
...Oi. Getcher ass in here before you freeze to death.
C) A Cold Reception | Anywhere in the Grove | OPEN
[When the wraiths make their first appearance, Wolfwood feels an unsettling sense of deja vu. The cold itself is bitter and unforgivable, and he can only liken this kind of cold to one other instance...
Well. You'll catch Wolfwood getting ahead of the curve.
Only problem is, well. The last month has been low combat, lower energy...and because of that, he'd left his Punisher in the church. So, when he rushes through the wind and snow to go retrieve it, he finds that the gun has been completely encrusted over with ice. Ice at least an inch thick on all sides covers each peak of the cross, long icicles coming from the ends telling him that he'd be here a while trying to chisel the ice free. He'd be better off taking it to the Inn to let the fire melt it off, but he doesn't have that kind of time.]
Christ.
[Cursing under his breath, he grabs his pistol from the holster at his belt because at this point, it's really all he has. Are normal bullets even going to do anything to the wraiths? Well.
Wolfwood, never one to just sit around with his thumb up his ass, isn't going to wait for someone else to try it first. He kicks the door open from the church (no reason for this, he's going to have to fix that later) and swings around to take aim at the nearest one, the wind nearly knocking him over as it rips his words from his mouth and sweeps them away the second he starts firing.]
Eat shit!!
[OOC: OOC Plotting here!]
Yes, it will impact them! They will be reduced to probably 75% effectiveness (a 25% impact overall).
We'd say you can play Stan to your comfort level, but there will be some nerfing going on. It doesn't need to be 100% if you don't want to play it that way though, it can be nerfed only for wraith curses if he's a dumbdumb. We'll let you pick :)
We'd say you can play Stan to your comfort level, but there will be some nerfing going on. It doesn't need to be 100% if you don't want to play it that way though, it can be nerfed only for wraith curses if he's a dumbdumb. We'll let you pick :)
[For once, Ain has his jacket actually on and zipped up. His hood can't fit over his head anymore due to his horn-halo, so he's holding it up to his ears with his hands. He doesn't really have a choice. His ears are cold. :( ]
I'm watching the snow fall...
[You can do that from inside!!
Anyway, Dachie is bolting into the house to go play with Angelina. Hiiii hi hi hi—]
I'm watching the snow fall...
[You can do that from inside!!
Anyway, Dachie is bolting into the house to go play with Angelina. Hiiii hi hi hi—]
[Flamebringer's fire has been slightly nerfed, but you know what hasn't been nerfed? That giant fuckoff black sword he carries around when he's Serious. The katana is away, and he's going full berserker on these things. He can only channel his fire onto the blade itself, but that's fine. That's how he prefers to fight anyway.
From ahead, Wolfwood might notice a blurry shape duck under a shot that goes wide, a streak of flame, and then the bringer of them himself swinging his sword in a heavy uppercut on a wraith. Of course, it "dies", but they don't have long until it comes back — not to mention the myriad others here.]
Where's your big gun?
[Also, you're welcome.]
From ahead, Wolfwood might notice a blurry shape duck under a shot that goes wide, a streak of flame, and then the bringer of them himself swinging his sword in a heavy uppercut on a wraith. Of course, it "dies", but they don't have long until it comes back — not to mention the myriad others here.]
Where's your big gun?
[Also, you're welcome.]
A) Baby it's Fucking Cold Outside | The Bathhouse | OPEN
B) He made it home (to the cafe) | The Magic Lamp | OPEN
C) [Explosion noises] | The Grove (away from the buildings) | OPEN
[OOC: OOC plotting here!]
[Sesa hates the cold.
He HATES it. Last year he was miserable and grumpy all winter, and this winter...it is worse. Saints above it is so much worse than it's ever been, to the point where he can't even work in his shop right now because of how bad it is at retaining heat. All that the steel and metal does is serve to make the air around him colder, so no. No thank you, he is trying to be warm.
For this reason, Sesa feels like he frequents the bathhouse far more regularly than anyone else here, but like...can you blame him? He's not built for this cold, he craves the warm desert sands...so anyone seeking him out today is going to either find him actively in the water all the way up to his neck with his eyes closed like a sunbathing crocodile, or after he's already finished his soak, sitting on a bench in the locker room with a towel around his neck as he works up the nerve to go back home.]
B) He made it home (to the cafe) | The Magic Lamp | OPEN
[In the cafe, Sesa has sequestered himself underneath the kotatsu he bought some time ago and has decided lives here for the time being as it's both nice for him and the customers to have something warm to sit under. He doesn't mind that others use it, so long as they're respectful and don't spill things on it. At least it's nice and warm in here, despite it all...
His little Seaborn pup has no such respect for the kotatsu. It's sitting right on top of the table portion, tail wagging slowly as Sesa feeds it little pieces of Luqaimat. Can Seaborn have this? He has no idea, but he seems to be enjoying it, so.
He'll glance up if he sees anybody pass by.]
Mm? Did you want some? Elliot has plenty more prepared this morning.
[It would get him up from here, at any rate.]
C) [Explosion noises] | The Grove (away from the buildings) | OPEN
[If you weren't already aware of the wraiths in the Grove, the sound of a grenade launcher going off is going to make sure you are now.
Sesa...as most people know who know him well, is not predisposed to violence. He does not like fighting. He uses a weapon in battle that allows him to take pot-shots from a distance for a reason. He isn't going to be the first to suggest he throw himself into the fray when there are others much stronger and more capable to do it.
...but knowing that this cold has been brought about by these creatures, and having the thought that if they were gone, maybe this ceaseless snow would abate?
Yeah. Sesa has pulled out his trusty gun, all of its recent modifications and all on glorious display as he fires off pills in the direction of those wraiths, not so much "killing" them as he is "straight up exploding" them.
He'll learn eventually that they'll come back and he's wasted his monthly ammo supply for probably no reason, but in his mind, it's worth its weight in gold right now.]
[OOC: OOC plotting here!]
Character(s): A.B.A, Beat, and PV is in the background for emotional support
Location: The Northern part of the Grove
Action: PV has gotten A.B.A all curious about left behind notes, and has suggested she take Beat to track some scents up north to see what they can find. Honestly, she's not sure what to expect, A.B.A doesn't even know if she buys the idea of there being a past version of her. Joke's on her, I updated her past info as soon as the new post went up. Hopefully doing this before things go to shit.
Location: The Northern part of the Grove
Action: PV has gotten A.B.A all curious about left behind notes, and has suggested she take Beat to track some scents up north to see what they can find. Honestly, she's not sure what to expect, A.B.A doesn't even know if she buys the idea of there being a past version of her. Joke's on her, I updated her past info as soon as the new post went up. Hopefully doing this before things go to shit.
A) Wakes and Awakenings | Closed to the Cookie House
B) Beacons | The Clinic | OPEN
[OOC: Ooc plotting here!]
[At some point during one of the coldest mornings the Grove has seen so far, the residents at the Cookie house will hear a soft knocking at the door that nearly gets swept away by the raging winds. If it isn't answered (and assuming the door is unlocked), Sparkling will carefully let himself in while trying not to get snow all over the floors, shaking as he keeps his wings tucked tightly around himself as a sort of makeshift poncho. He's emerged from his residence at the Inn in an effort to reach out to his fellow Earthbread companions, mainly to check and see how everyone is faring in this cold...
But also, he has a tray of hot chocolate to deliver that he handmade himself, one for everyone living here. If you see one with an extra pump of whipped cream with little sprinkles on it for Clotted Cream, no you don't.]
H-hah...ah...hello? Pardon me for barging in...is anyone awake?
B) Beacons | The Clinic | OPEN
[Sparkling, not being a fighter...really much in any sense of the word, isn't going to try to strike out into the bitter cold to do any combat. Instead, he's actually staying to help at the Clinic today, having brewed up a few (non-alcoholic) cocktails for anyone who wanders in, injured, frostbitten, or otherwise just cold. He'll usher you to have a seat on one of the open beds nearby, making his way over to a table where he has a few glasses prepared.]
Give me just a moment. These drinks are healing...sip slowly. It should warm you up from the inside.
[And when he says healing, he means that literally. They won't take care of grievous open wounds or anything like that- a real healer would need to be called, in that case- but they'll revitalize and take care of any amount of minor injuries you might have incurred while outside.]
[OOC: Ooc plotting here!]
[You know who else doesn't want to go the fuck outside? It's Elliot! Both he and Little Elliot do not want this, fuck the snow. He may not like Sargon but at least Sargon didn't have SNOW!!!
He, too, is in the bathhouse up to his chin, with all of his hair pooling around him and acting as its own animal. It's like looking at a siren rising up through the water. One wrong move and someone nearby will get tangled in it, but luckily it's just them.
Of course, Elliot sits close to Sesa, so Sesa might be caught in it. Oops.]
Do you think Gnosis and Enciodes are having nice times...?
[No actually spoilers Gnosis is going to get the flu because beats him up, but Elliot doesn't know that.]
He, too, is in the bathhouse up to his chin, with all of his hair pooling around him and acting as its own animal. It's like looking at a siren rising up through the water. One wrong move and someone nearby will get tangled in it, but luckily it's just them.
Of course, Elliot sits close to Sesa, so Sesa might be caught in it. Oops.]
Do you think Gnosis and Enciodes are having nice times...?
[No actually spoilers Gnosis is going to get the flu because beats him up, but Elliot doesn't know that.]
[A.B.A is certainly not a former Earthbread citizen, but she does live at Cookie House. Whether or not Sparkling is aware that she's the new attic creature Pure Vanilla brought in, who knows. Either way, she greets him much like anyone else who doesn't know how to handle guests.
By hanging off the stairs in the strangest way possible and staring right into his very soul.]
If I had been a second faster, you would be dead right now.
["Hello."]
...is that chocolate?
By hanging off the stairs in the strangest way possible and staring right into his very soul.]
If I had been a second faster, you would be dead right now.
["Hello."]
...is that chocolate?
For people with Ice powers: The ice magic in question is buffed significantly, but the caveat is people who have it will feel like they can't actually warm up whether they're indoors or by the fire or what have you. There's a high chance that they could also make the character ill. If a wraith gets you with the curse, you'll freeze faster than your peers.
Fire obviously was outlined in the question above, but enjoy your 25% debuff to strength (or don't, it's very cold).
For the others:
Earth/Wind/Water will receive minor buffs, but note that Water magic should be used carefully as it's cold enough to freeze almost instantaneously. Earth obviously hardens when cold, but can be cracked easier as a result... and wind is wind, you will blow the cold around more.
Darkness/Light suffer minor nerfs like Fire does. They will be harder to use.
Clive's Ultima/Divine will be unaffected unless they are elementally aspected in some way.
(Wolfie did not finish 16 and cannot remember.)
Fire obviously was outlined in the question above, but enjoy your 25% debuff to strength (or don't, it's very cold).
For the others:
Earth/Wind/Water will receive minor buffs, but note that Water magic should be used carefully as it's cold enough to freeze almost instantaneously. Earth obviously hardens when cold, but can be cracked easier as a result... and wind is wind, you will blow the cold around more.
Darkness/Light suffer minor nerfs like Fire does. They will be harder to use.
Clive's Ultima/Divine will be unaffected unless they are elementally aspected in some way.
(Wolfie did not finish 16 and cannot remember.)
Clive is killing you I see
In this case I don't think Thunder and Lightning (very very frightening) will have any nerfs or buffs, other than it might be easier to call lightning since it's overcast out. Otherwise, Clive won't feel too different there.
In this case I don't think Thunder and Lightning (very very frightening) will have any nerfs or buffs, other than it might be easier to call lightning since it's overcast out. Otherwise, Clive won't feel too different there.
A) A Bitter Arrival | The Grove | Open
B) A Cold Reception (Because Elysium is now here we all groan in unison) | The Magic Lamp | Open
[If there's one thing Elysium prides himself on, it's his navigational prowess. He's never lost. He doesn't get lost. And, if he finds himself in an uncharted environment, then it's simply his job to chart it. He's done it in the midst of full-blown Catastrophes, so a little blizzard shouldn't be an issue.
But oh, dear Lord, it's so cold.
His coat is NOT enough to beat out this kind of bone-deep chill as a figure slowly cuts his way through snow up to his shins, trying desperately to see ahead through the blanket of white impeding his vision. This is...not the landship, it's not even anywhere near water...it was alarming enough just waking up flat on his back in the snow and freezing, but the real question is...]
W-where is everyone? Thorns? Doctor?
[He stumbles and nearly eats shit, but manages to catch himself just as lights appear in the distance. He hasn't paid much attention yet to the pendant around his neck, other than to idly comment to himself that it's pretty and decide that's worthy of keeping it on, so there's no reason to think it's like...causing anything.
He's cold :( Where is Thorns :(( aaa :(((]
If-! If this is some sort of prank...w-well executed, I will give you this one, b-bu-but it isn't funny! If I...drank too much o-or sleepwalked out here, y-you didn't have to leave me outside! Come on...
[One wonders why he's even attempting to talk in wind that's howling this loudly, but that's just it. Elysium isn't raising his voice, because he doesn't have to. The words he speaks are projected regardless, and even if you're sitting indoors, they will come to you as clearly as if he were talking to you on the phone.
Weird!]
B) A Cold Reception (Because Elysium is now here we all groan in unison) | The Magic Lamp | Open
[After having some time to become acquainted with the place, and realizing that he is not in fact the only Operator here, Elysium.............is hungry.
Like. What do you MEAN he doesn't have to pay for anything? (You do. You literally do it's just not your typical "money") There are so many goodies on this menu that he wants to get one of everything, but he decides to be normal and just order a spiced hot chocolate with a piece of baklava to start. Okay, so maybe he's not where he's supposed to be (not being at work is more than a little concerning, not for how much trouble he'll be in for shirking his duties, but for like...how important those duties ARE, like trust him he's legitimately concerned about that), and maybe there's some sort of ominous presence here out to kill them all, but!! Isn't that how it is on Terra? The ominous presence is just not sentient, and it's instead in the form of a widespread plague that's got the world in an iron-clad grip, including Elysium himself despite his attempts to brush it off as nothing.
You know, normal things.
Anyway he is eating his baklava and enjoying it, and if you happen to sit nearby he'll turn and beam at you.]
Much nicer in here than out there in the cold, eh? My coat simply isn't made for this weather...would be more bearable if I had something warm to keep under it.
Edited 2025-01-03 21:32 (UTC)
A Bitter Arrival
A Cold Reception
[ It's bad enough waking up in an unknown land in the midst of a brutal Winter, with the wind and cold clawing deep that even summoning Ifrit's (and then the Phoenix's) fire doesn't seem to help any, but now the wind is hissing in his voice to give a sacrifice to end it. ]
Not likely.
[ The words are growled out between clenched teeth as he trugs his way towards the lights, arm raised to shield his face from the wind whipping past - and to keep it closer to the hilt of his sword if need be. Even if he wants to cast the weapon aside, as the cold has turned the metal of it into a bitter brand. Even through the sheathe he can feel it leeching heat.
He also wants to cast aside the heavy amulet around his neck, but he knows better than to simply toss it without finding some way to break the hold it has on him, as he can feel it dragging and weighing him down. Eikons knows what it is, but it's aspected with Ice, as if the snowflake shape of it didn't give it away. Is this some sort of Afterlife? Or did his Wish with Ultima's powers go so horribly awry-
No, he can't think that. He shakes those thoughts aside and focuses on the lights, eyes squinting as he makes out figures. Specters? Akashic? People who actually live in this frozen world? He hesitates but a particularly strong gust of wind that almost unsteadies him makes him call out. ]
Ho there!
A Cold Reception
[ Once he's learned a bit about this world - and has melted that amulet and become free of it's grasp - he sets out on a mission. Because if he's arrived here from Origin, then maybe... just maybe...
Joshua...
Unfortunately setting off alone seems to be the worst idea he's had yet (and honestly, that's saying a lot), as he's almost instantly beset by those frozen wraiths. It's nothing he hasn't faced before, and he draws his sword and moves into a battle stance, summoning Phoenix's flames. Only to watch them gutter and flicker and dim drastically, and he feels shockingly ill. ]
All right.
[ He lets the flames die and summons electricity to his hand instead, the purple blue dancing up his arm as it forms a spear. And though he casts it into the sky and it strikes true with a resounding thundering roll as it hits the ground, the Wraiths don't seem too affected. Indeed, when one rushes him and brushes past him as he dodges at the last second, he feels a painful chill raise up that side. A quick glance shows him rime creeping upwards, as his arm grows stiff under it. A lot like Shiva's freeze. ]
... Shit.
[ Not good. He's going to need help. ]
A Bitter Arrival
((At a Glance description here!))
[It's cold. Will's body remembers cold. Cold that both pushes you to wake but whispers to slip deeper into sleep. Killing cold. Street cold. He whimpers in his sleep, tail curling tighter around his fetal-posed form. Of course he was back to this- every warm night and sunny day between a dream of a dream. There would be no Jay to come and pick him up and wash his hair and gently spoon soft oats into his mouth so he could manage some liquid without spitting it back up again instantly.
Winter was here. She would have what she was owed. Over 20 years late but She was nothing if not willing to wait.
Will growls softly to himself, eyes cracking open, lashes crackling from frozen tears.]
Nah... nah ya don', you right bitch.
[Uncurling hurts, his fur freezing in sharp spikes. But he manages, eventually, to get to his feet. He is not dressed lightly but his leathers are not made for weather like this. With a whisper he tries to form a flame in one hand... only to have it sputter out almost instantly. He was not a powerful mage, but even he should be able to do this much.
Magical storm, his nose tells him. A curse, most likely, though his nose is too chilled and deadened by the wind to say for sure. Either way, he was on his own.]
Jus' one foot in front of the other, old boy. You've managed worse. Get shelther, get warm... then figure out why you're inna wood instead of bed. Easy 'nuff for sure, for sure.
[He chatters to himself as he walks, occasionally giving into old habits and moving to an a more beastual fingertips-to-the-earth lope. It's fine, no one here to judge him for it!
Well, unless you are.
Either way, as he travels eventually the voices start. His fur bristles and his ears pin back in terror... more so as his own howls join them.]
Ooooh nonono, we ain' fucking about with that!! Whipper is not for spooks!!
[And any shame about going on all fours is lost as he makes a break for it, tail a bottle brush of fear, and a beastly yeowl escaping his lungs as he charges into the village, throwing himself full tilt at the first door he sees]
Open, open! Sanctuary, I beg!
[Up to you if you feel safe letting a cat.... dog... man thing in your house with clear weapons- blades on the hips, and a massive crossbow on his back]
((At a Glance description here!))
[It's cold. Will's body remembers cold. Cold that both pushes you to wake but whispers to slip deeper into sleep. Killing cold. Street cold. He whimpers in his sleep, tail curling tighter around his fetal-posed form. Of course he was back to this- every warm night and sunny day between a dream of a dream. There would be no Jay to come and pick him up and wash his hair and gently spoon soft oats into his mouth so he could manage some liquid without spitting it back up again instantly.
Winter was here. She would have what she was owed. Over 20 years late but She was nothing if not willing to wait.
Will growls softly to himself, eyes cracking open, lashes crackling from frozen tears.]
Nah... nah ya don', you right bitch.
[Uncurling hurts, his fur freezing in sharp spikes. But he manages, eventually, to get to his feet. He is not dressed lightly but his leathers are not made for weather like this. With a whisper he tries to form a flame in one hand... only to have it sputter out almost instantly. He was not a powerful mage, but even he should be able to do this much.
Magical storm, his nose tells him. A curse, most likely, though his nose is too chilled and deadened by the wind to say for sure. Either way, he was on his own.]
Jus' one foot in front of the other, old boy. You've managed worse. Get shelther, get warm... then figure out why you're inna wood instead of bed. Easy 'nuff for sure, for sure.
[He chatters to himself as he walks, occasionally giving into old habits and moving to an a more beastual fingertips-to-the-earth lope. It's fine, no one here to judge him for it!
Well, unless you are.
Either way, as he travels eventually the voices start. His fur bristles and his ears pin back in terror... more so as his own howls join them.]
Ooooh nonono, we ain' fucking about with that!! Whipper is not for spooks!!
[And any shame about going on all fours is lost as he makes a break for it, tail a bottle brush of fear, and a beastly yeowl escaping his lungs as he charges into the village, throwing himself full tilt at the first door he sees]
Open, open! Sanctuary, I beg!
[Up to you if you feel safe letting a cat.... dog... man thing in your house with clear weapons- blades on the hips, and a massive crossbow on his back]
Edited 2025-01-03 21:58 (UTC)
So Will here can 'smell' magic and get an idea of it's nature. Would anything jump out to him about the storm or the amulets?
[Thorns knew he was last On A Boat. When he arrived here, he wasn't near the ocean (but he knows just from that creeping, crawling feeling he gets from them that there are Seaborn somewhere around him trying to tap into his brain) (please leave). There is an ocean, he walked to it, but no ships in sight other than one that looks like it was docked hundreds of years ago. If Juana and Weedy were here, they could fix it together... alas, he hasn't seen either of them.
Either way, he walks back to the Grove, fending off Wraiths the entire time in that blunt, no-nonsense way he does. His right arm where the Compass had fused to it is frozen solid, the metal so cold it's burning his skin where it connects. Try as he might, he can't get the alchemical components to obey him... so he presses on.
Somehow, he passes by the cafe initially and winds up in the lab. Gnosis promptly kicks him out (fair) (but rude), and so he wanders for a bit longer... avoids Flamebringer... says hi to Sesa in the bath house... winds up at the cafe. And before he notices Elysium, he notices— is that fucking Passenger— okay.
Then comes the impressively loud voice of his partner, and ah, yes, that's familiar to him. They haven't seen each other in several months, and their only communication has been with the devices that Elysium modified to travel long distances... Thorns just hopes that the Liberi doesn't see him creeping up behind him, or think to try to call again while he's doing so.
If Elysium is too occupied with his food and doesn't notice, Thorns will wrap his (fucking freezing) right arm around Elysium's neck and hold him in an (only somewhat gentle) chokehold. And then grind his fist into the top of his head.
Get rekt idiot.]
Either way, he walks back to the Grove, fending off Wraiths the entire time in that blunt, no-nonsense way he does. His right arm where the Compass had fused to it is frozen solid, the metal so cold it's burning his skin where it connects. Try as he might, he can't get the alchemical components to obey him... so he presses on.
Somehow, he passes by the cafe initially and winds up in the lab. Gnosis promptly kicks him out (fair) (but rude), and so he wanders for a bit longer... avoids Flamebringer... says hi to Sesa in the bath house... winds up at the cafe. And before he notices Elysium, he notices— is that fucking Passenger— okay.
Then comes the impressively loud voice of his partner, and ah, yes, that's familiar to him. They haven't seen each other in several months, and their only communication has been with the devices that Elysium modified to travel long distances... Thorns just hopes that the Liberi doesn't see him creeping up behind him, or think to try to call again while he's doing so.
If Elysium is too occupied with his food and doesn't notice, Thorns will wrap his (fucking freezing) right arm around Elysium's neck and hold him in an (only somewhat gentle) chokehold. And then grind his fist into the top of his head.
Get rekt idiot.]
Surprisingly? They aren't evil. Cruel, maybe, but not maliciously so- its simply the way of nature. The amulets will resonate with the wraiths when he encounters them, as they are connected, and mostly it vibes with 'winter' and 'death' as forces of nature, rather than malignant curses. I repeated myself there a bit but it was the best way to emphasize-
The storm itself is also not evil! A horrible, awful thing that demands sacrifice to end, but not evil! Though the wraiths do spread the cold, they are not the source- they are simply the messengers.
The storm itself is also not evil! A horrible, awful thing that demands sacrifice to end, but not evil! Though the wraiths do spread the cold, they are not the source- they are simply the messengers.
You can do that from inside.
[Wow good idea meta text-
Wolfwood will hold the door open only as long as it takes for Dachie to run in and Ain to decide to join them in the warm, prompting him to quickly close the door behind them. It's so windy right now that he'll also stoop down to drag a rolled up towel over to stuff against the doorjamb, mainly in a vain effort to keep some of the windchill out. This is like, a cabin? So it is fucking freezing. Having a fireplace helps, but only by so much.
Over nearby, Mew is curled up in a little bed situated right in front of the fire. He blinks his orbs open and looks like this against the dark fabric of the bed. He wants to go play, but......warm. It's cold.
So he will become an orb and disappear once more.
Angelina, meanwhile, starts barking her head off the moment Dachie comes in and starts to run around in a space definitely too small for such a large dog. Play? Play play play-
Wolfwood, used to it, just sighs heavily as he reaches over to start scooping snowflakes off Ain's hair and shoulders.]
God it's fucking freezin' out there. Lemme make some coffee. Don't worry, it's some of Passenger's, so it's not gonna taste like crap.
[Wow good idea meta text-
Wolfwood will hold the door open only as long as it takes for Dachie to run in and Ain to decide to join them in the warm, prompting him to quickly close the door behind them. It's so windy right now that he'll also stoop down to drag a rolled up towel over to stuff against the doorjamb, mainly in a vain effort to keep some of the windchill out. This is like, a cabin? So it is fucking freezing. Having a fireplace helps, but only by so much.
Over nearby, Mew is curled up in a little bed situated right in front of the fire. He blinks his orbs open and looks like this against the dark fabric of the bed. He wants to go play, but......warm. It's cold.
So he will become an orb and disappear once more.
Angelina, meanwhile, starts barking her head off the moment Dachie comes in and starts to run around in a space definitely too small for such a large dog. Play? Play play play-
Wolfwood, used to it, just sighs heavily as he reaches over to start scooping snowflakes off Ain's hair and shoulders.]
God it's fucking freezin' out there. Lemme make some coffee. Don't worry, it's some of Passenger's, so it's not gonna taste like crap.
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