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Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 41
Open/Closed: Open! Geir will tag responses to B only, but feel free to use any or all of these prompts for your own shenanigans ☆

A (the rain in Spain falls mainly on the...)

[you know that the strange seawater rainstorm at the festival two days ago flooded out the marketplace and part of the city. the question is, how far did that rain fall over the hard, sandy soil that surrounds the city of Aimintas? what kind of erosion happened? perhaps you have a hankering to go out and see the effect that the water had on the crags outside the city, or the humid plains covered with native plants. there are four directions to explore, north, south, east, and west: which way will you go and how will you get there? fliers and adventurers, take notice!]

B (how does your garden grow?)

[Geir, at least, is more worried about the plants in the farmed area. he doesn't know much about plants, but he has a vague idea that sowing fields with salt is something one does to one's enemies. since these plants are irrigated with freshwater, more salt rain is not likely to go well for them.

right now he's glaring at a small plot he's dug out out with his talons. he's seeded some of the bark from the strange shrubby filtration plant into it, trying to check if that will help the soil deal with the salt water, but he's run into a problem: there are no plants there yet.]

--can you plant seeds? My claws aren't small enough.

C (after the storm)

[the festival aside, there was a lot of damage to the Palai city -- like, a lot. so many bloody fights happened in the streets, so many powers got deployed, so many giant fish landed on buildings... the damage is considerable, and now that they've buried their dead and celebrated their victories, the Palai who aren't making weapons are out and about repairing their city instead. any characters who show an inclination to help are promptly given piles of bricks and mortar and wooden planks, though they might want to ask each other or the Palai for help and direction to repair things...]

D (rain rain go away)

[there are a lot of different reasons to go swimming in the strange overhead ocean right now. maybe you're trying to find out why the rain fell from it a couple of days ago, or maybe you're checking to see what the frozen Uvi fortress looks like. maybe you even want to go visit the strange island above the waves again -- who knows what there is to find?

or maybe you just want to go wrestle sharks in there. go wrestle those sharks, no one's judging.]

E (free fall)

[come up with your own prompt and run with it!]

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Um, yeah. It hurt like a little lightning bolt, then my head felt funny.

[GLARES NARROW-EYED AT THE BARRIER; almost leans forward to touch it with his nose again, but since Vern is there to be alarmed, decides at the last second to not... do that.]

[(ineffectually) trying to tug him back already anyway, nope nope nope]

If it shocked you, let's not try touching it again directly!

I didn't! I wasn't going to!

[only because Vern is there. otherwise, he'd have definitely tried to poke it again, just to be sure it would do the same thing twice.]

This thing has powerful magic. I've never seen anything like it.

I don't like it! What is it doing up here?

How would I know?

[--noses at Vern belatedly, noticing his continued alarm]

It's okay. We're not going to go around poking it more and get hurt.

Good...

[scowls at it, then picks up a small rock or stick or something and lobs it gently at the barrier, watching the spark as it bounces off]

I hope no one comes out of it to bother us.

Nobody has so far. Want to fly over it a few times? We can see what the air feels like up here too, that way.

[if they're going to be staying here a couple of days, mapping the place out won't hurt, Geir reasons. he's completely unconcerned about the prospect of anyone coming out past the barrier, and figures he can take care of anything if it happens. it might be interesting to find something else in the area, though.]

[keeps a hand on Geir's neck, clearly still fretful; has to think about it briefly, weighing pros and cons. finally does decide Geir is strong enough to deal with threats and that they'd be in just as much trouble if they stayed huddled on the open beach and something came out than they would be next to the barrier, though -- the non-barriered stretch of island just isn't big enough to make much of a difference.]

. . . all right. Let's try that . . .

It's okay, Vern.

[Geir ducks his head so Vern can climb back up, leaving their little pile of stuff for now. they'll return to it. he takes off leisurely enough, in a heavy swoop, and spends a few minutes circling up to a proper height above the cube-shaped barrier.]

[squints down at it dubiously, still suspicious]

...it has corners. I've seen shields done before, but they were always domes...

I wonder if it's the same as all of those clicky boxes you were finding, Vern. They were all squares too.

[i mean, they're 2000s era cell phones, they're almost certainly obnoxiously boxy as fuck. Geir wavers a bit as they reach the middle of the shield. it seems like it'd be such a good idea to swoop down closer to it...]

Maybe. Still sort of weird, though . . . if you had something to actually hit the shield with, the corners would be stress points where it would break more easily . . . I think?

[it's pretty hard for him to tell what Geir's thinking of doing from his position on Geir's back, but his voice is at least another focus for him]

Hit it...?

[Geir circles a little lower, as if to suit action to words -- but Vern's voice tugs at his attention, and he starts chicken-flapping harder to rise back up to a decent height again. there are no thermals directly above the barrier, so it's harder in the cool air.]

[holds on tight, waiting until he's leveled out again to answer]

Maybe we could drop a boat on it.

Vern, for some reason, I really want to land on that. I think it's a bad idea. It bit me already.

[Geir's tone is a little distracted, but reasonable enough; he's still trying to gain height, so Vern probably doesn't have to worry that he's going to dive bomb it after saying that.]

A boat sounds like a good idea...

[bristles in alarm again, but doesn't start yelling at him to not do the thing, no]

Do you stop wanting to land on it when you're not looking at it anymore?

[Geir closes his eyes for a moment, judging the air below him and his own feelings. the pull of the barrier does ease when he can't see it.]

Yeah. I think it's something about the light... it's not strong or anything, just there.

And it hurts you when you touch it? That's just nasty.

[he's judging! he's judging these mysterious island people so much!]

[...Geir's deeply amused by Vern's judgment, and also touched in a strange way... his summoner is so nice. he thinks that dirty tricks are bad?? you're so justice, Vern. so pure and justice. he'd expect to hear that kind of condemnation from one of his straightforward cousins, like Thor or Baldr, not someone he's closer to.]

It makes sense if you want your enemies out of your hair. You want them to play fair?

[YOUR BAR IS SO LOW, GEIR]

I don't know! I just don't think it's good to lure in people who might just be minding their own business, too. Don't you just make more trouble for yourself that way too?

[it comes out as a grumbling whine into Geir's ridge; he's mushing his face into it like an irritated cat]

Edited 2017-08-21 05:15 (UTC)

You don't want to hurt bystanders? You really do play fair...

[GEIR IS SO FOND AND HIS WORDS ARE SO GENUINE! you're so nice, Vern.]

I think you're right, but I guess they don't care much. They'd just have to clear out anything dead once in a while. You're nicer than them.

[his bar is so low]

The bar for being nicer than them is so low!

[DRUMS HIS TINY FISTS USELESSLY ON GEIR'S RIDGE TOO]

You're nicer than my dad, too.

[THAT's ALSO AN INCREDIBLY LOW BAR, GEIR

he purrs a little in the back of his throat.]

A fair fight. I really like those.

[mushes his cheek against the ridge at last, defeated]

You're so easy to please sometimes.

Is that bad?

[he wings out further over the barrier, mapping out the edges and how far away they are from everything else. this island is really huge...]