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spellbinders2017-10-31 08:54 pm
spellbindmods) wrote in spellbinders2017-10-31 08:54 pm
[HUB ISLAND | IT'S NOT HALLOW BUT I'M FEELING WEENIE]
Who: All coven members
Where: Coven base camp, around the island
When: Day It's Not Halloween, What Do You Mean
Open/Closed: Open to (h)All(oween)
Where: Coven base camp, around the island
When: Day It's Not Halloween, What Do You Mean
Open/Closed: Open to (h)All(oween)
Tonight is a night like any other. There's no calendar with no holiday...but some tiny events seem to line up with a coincidental, theoretical holiday.
All good questions, all with no answers. The important thing is that in the central part of the island, a fast growing gourd plant has taken over a lot of the trees in the area. The long, thick vines have choked out a lot of trees, with bumpy green pumpkin-type plants growing along them and hanging fatly from the trunks. Inside are fragrant seeds and a milk-like substance that's sweet. They're all very thick and squatty, making them good for soup. For carving? Well, you can try! B ▢ As a pre-celebratory gesture, Brie has brought out a festive little chest. If you happen to complete your Bonus AC, you're welcome to your customized dagger right now, complete with your name inscribed on the hilt. Everyone can take stuff from the chest, though. Inside are hundreds of pieces of candy -- some are pretty well preserved, but others have that weird ass grey separated stuff that happens to chocolate after a while. What kind of candy? If you can dream it, it's probably in there. Just only take a couple pieces or Brie might stab you. C ▢ ...Actually, she doesn't really have time to stab you. Brie is quietly taking people aside and showing people this little map she's found. Well, it appears to be a map. The outline on the paper is roughly the same shape and size as the island, scaled down, and it's covered in tiny red dots, scattered throughout the landscape. She's got a hunch that these dots mean something -- buried treasure. She's only one person, and there are tens of dots on this map. Her price for letting you in on this little venture is half of whatever you find...or at least access to it. She's digging up holes on her own...here's a shovel, go dig for yourself! D ▢ What can you find located in the group? Honestly, the item variety is wide and expansive. Most of the items are small tins, containing a piece of paper with a small story (more on this later, huhuhu), clipped photograph and little item -- these are up to your discretion! However, despite the island being absent of magic, these tins all seem to have an enchantment or hex placed upon them. The effects are varied. Some tins fill up with a black, inky tar-like substance that won't stop pouring out. Some tins act like vacuums and attempt to suck your arm into a black hole they contain. Others will emit a disgusting smell, begin screaming...and these are just a few of the weird wonders they contain. The verdict? These appear to be time capsules that are unhappy they were lifted from the ground too early! (OOC: The tins are the size of those Danish butter cookie tins we all use as sewing kits; you know what I mean.) E ▢ Some lucky coven members actually get something better than a broken toy. Others contain tons of cold coins, beautiful antiques (like compacts, compasses and pocket telescopes. Stuff like that)!. Are you lucky enough to dig up actual treasure? (OOC: Want to test your luck? See if your character finds an actually worthwhile find when you reply to this thread.) F ▢ Those with the cursed items will eventually find that midnight strikes and the carriage has become a pumpkin...well, sort of. At midnight, all of the cursed artifacts (not those nice shiny ones) become potatoes. That's good news in its own right -- potatoes are a food! But it's sort of disappoint and very starchy. |
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[But he is going to tug, just to see how tight that grip is.]
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[ wow!! rude because she wasn't expecting that and shes going to fall forward. not entirely against waver but off the pumpkin. ]
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[Of all things, Waver's instinct is to dive forward so that she doesn't hit the ground.
so what if he ends up pinned underneath.]
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super awkward.
she's never quite had anyone pinned beneath her before? for any reason? ]
Agh- why are you so bony?!
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[Waver's realized what has just happened, and suddenly his face is bright red.]
J-jeez, why are you asking such a personal question?
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[ she's sighing in exasperation but not quite moving yet.
because a horrible idea has hatched in her brain. the smirk from before returns in full force. ]
Are you scared now~?
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[No. Waver hates that smirk. That smirk is a Bad Ideas smirk!!! But he can at least get a hold of himself enough to reply:]
No.
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but he said no so she chuckles, lowly, strumming her fingers against his forearm. ]
Oho. What a brave little mage, even when faced with a heartless witch! For all you know, I eat souls.
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Mage souls probably taste bad, since we're not really that human to begin with.
[Now he has to put on the bravado even if he'd like to shove her right off at the moment. His arm twitches in reaction to the fingers.]
Also, that feels weird.
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My, my, I wonder why? Perhaps it's because I'm stealing your soul right now!
[ look okay, her hand will just lift up from his arm to poke his cheek. ]
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[Why is she like this? Waver just groans as his cheek is poked.]
I thought you'd at least have a showier method for something like that.
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[ magilou what? but she huffs and because her pride is at stake (or the front she puts on at the very least) she leans down to give a showier performance.
don't worry she isn't kissing you waver. just a centimeter away from it. it's called breathing in a soul ok??? ]
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Shame that at that moment, he lifts his head up just slightly, causing their lips to brush against each other's.]
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inwardly? abort abort abort. externally, she just blinks, blankly staring, the physical contact much stranger than it is surprising. apart from her invading people's spaces, she's very much unused to being close to someone.
there's a heavy pressure in her sternum and at a loss for a witty comment she just laughs.
like what does a person do in this situation? ]
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Waver, for his part, just pulls away and stares up like an absolute deer in the headlights. That was his first kiss. His first! And it's just all a joke and what the hell just happened?!
And he can't even sit up. He can only just lay there trying not to look absolutely terrified.]
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she finally pulls back but it's really just her sitting up and half straddling him at this point. her hand reaches up to push back her bangs. ]
I didn't steal your soul, if you thought I was serious. Don't have a heart attack.
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[Waver's just going to prop himself up on his elbows at this point, and just. Look somewhere else. Anywhere else.]
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[ she's leaning back in and poking his nose.
all things considered it's a horrible idea. ]
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PHRASING
IM CRYING it's all over
[ but she'll shift back and move off waver. at long last. personal space is needed so much right now. she's trying so hard not to think about what the hell just happened??? ]
FOR NOW
Oof. That's really cold ground.
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[ and by that she means lighting his clothes on fire. she remains on the ground, now opting to lean her chin into her palm, glancing up at him. ]
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[There, that's one big leaf off his back. Waver sighs, then finally notices that he's still being watched.]
--What?
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