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sixthiterationlogs2017-08-22 07:47 pm
elderflowermacarons) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-08-22 07:47 pm
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No one in the world ever gets what they want
WHO: Taako
WHERE: A fountainy arrival followed by some pacing around town and barging into the inn
WHEN: 8/22-23
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: None, will add
i
Taako's surprised to find himself mysteriously submerged in cold, dim water, but it's not even in the top ten weird things that have happened to him lately, and he's initially not bothered. He'll figure it out. Then he reaches for the Cloak of the Manta Ray to activate its various magical protections. It isn't there. Alright, weird, he'll just take his casting glaive and... Nope. Fine, he'll deal with this once he can breathe. Calmly, he activates a levitation spell he's known since he was a scrappy caravan follower.
It's only when that doesn't work that he panics. Fortunately he's a good enough swimmer to actually move himself, however clumsily, to the surface despite the sudden wave of... alright, it's fear. He hates that.
He crawls on shore gasping and looking silly. Taako's huge quantity of hair looks pretty ridiculous when it's soaked and plastered over his face and shoulders, and between that and the way the wet clothes cling to his skinny frame, "drowned rat" would be complimentary. He doesn't linger long, there, though. He's mad as spit.
Hauling himself to his feet, he takes in the unremarkable surroundings, the extremely missing status of all his vast collection of magical helpers, the fact that some powerful arcane nullification field has his powers locked down. The fact that he's alone, that his sister and Kravitz and Angus and the doofus squad aren't here, that he earned that happy ending and the right to have people who belong to him again.
He takes in all that, but what bursts out, shrill and shrieky, is, "Who the fuck thought this outfit was worth making this a naked extraplanar kidnapping?" Not that he hates the color. He looks better in mauve, but magenta's alright. But, well, ew.
ii
Taako has determined a few things. This plane, whatever system it belongs to, sucks. He can't do any magic. He can't even use magic, since his magpie's assembly of enchanted artifacts is gone, along with his clothes (still super weird). He's also realized he's not in his own body, and being a human is stupider than he ever really appreciated.
But there's a tavern. He doesn't really this is the answer to all his problems, but it's impossible not to be soothed. Taverns are where you find information, succor, adventurers ready and willing to aid you in your tasks. Booze. Snacks.
He opens the door almost politely even though he'd really like to kick it open. Just for the sake of panache (and because he misses Mags already, not that you'd get it out of him with thumbscrews), but he's not any larger or more physically effective as a human than he was as an elf. And maybe he should try and avoid pissing people off right away?
"Okay, chucklefucks, this entire reality blows. Who wants to apologize for it?"
Or not.
iii
He's still upset and everything, but Taako's pique is just too high energy to hold onto. It's more with an air of sulking that he begins exploring, trying to keep busy enough to ignore all the horrifyingly pressing questions about getting him and seeing the others again and having his skullfucking goddamn magic back. He wanders, looking much smaller and more pathetic than he'd be comfortable with with an outside perspective. His hair's still wet from the fountain--it takes ages to dry without magic--and it just makes him look more miserable. His face is young and forlorn when he's not snapping at and/or mocking people. While his ostensible purpose is exploring, he isn't doing much actively beyond poking at roots with his feet and disapproving of trees that fall into his line of sight. He should be looking into the houses, because like hell is he going to stay with a bunch of strangers while he figures out a way out of here, but the problem with that is he'd be alone then.
Soon he'll start thinking of ways to get what he wants, and probably bust out of here before someone has to come looking for him. (That'd just be embarrassing, of course. He's not entertaining for a moment the possibility that they can't.) For now, he's drifting a little, carefully tucking feelings away where they never have to be dealt with properly.
WHERE: A fountainy arrival followed by some pacing around town and barging into the inn
WHEN: 8/22-23
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: None, will add
i
Taako's surprised to find himself mysteriously submerged in cold, dim water, but it's not even in the top ten weird things that have happened to him lately, and he's initially not bothered. He'll figure it out. Then he reaches for the Cloak of the Manta Ray to activate its various magical protections. It isn't there. Alright, weird, he'll just take his casting glaive and... Nope. Fine, he'll deal with this once he can breathe. Calmly, he activates a levitation spell he's known since he was a scrappy caravan follower.
It's only when that doesn't work that he panics. Fortunately he's a good enough swimmer to actually move himself, however clumsily, to the surface despite the sudden wave of... alright, it's fear. He hates that.
He crawls on shore gasping and looking silly. Taako's huge quantity of hair looks pretty ridiculous when it's soaked and plastered over his face and shoulders, and between that and the way the wet clothes cling to his skinny frame, "drowned rat" would be complimentary. He doesn't linger long, there, though. He's mad as spit.
Hauling himself to his feet, he takes in the unremarkable surroundings, the extremely missing status of all his vast collection of magical helpers, the fact that some powerful arcane nullification field has his powers locked down. The fact that he's alone, that his sister and Kravitz and Angus and the doofus squad aren't here, that he earned that happy ending and the right to have people who belong to him again.
He takes in all that, but what bursts out, shrill and shrieky, is, "Who the fuck thought this outfit was worth making this a naked extraplanar kidnapping?" Not that he hates the color. He looks better in mauve, but magenta's alright. But, well, ew.
ii
Taako has determined a few things. This plane, whatever system it belongs to, sucks. He can't do any magic. He can't even use magic, since his magpie's assembly of enchanted artifacts is gone, along with his clothes (still super weird). He's also realized he's not in his own body, and being a human is stupider than he ever really appreciated.
But there's a tavern. He doesn't really this is the answer to all his problems, but it's impossible not to be soothed. Taverns are where you find information, succor, adventurers ready and willing to aid you in your tasks. Booze. Snacks.
He opens the door almost politely even though he'd really like to kick it open. Just for the sake of panache (and because he misses Mags already, not that you'd get it out of him with thumbscrews), but he's not any larger or more physically effective as a human than he was as an elf. And maybe he should try and avoid pissing people off right away?
"Okay, chucklefucks, this entire reality blows. Who wants to apologize for it?"
Or not.
iii
He's still upset and everything, but Taako's pique is just too high energy to hold onto. It's more with an air of sulking that he begins exploring, trying to keep busy enough to ignore all the horrifyingly pressing questions about getting him and seeing the others again and having his skullfucking goddamn magic back. He wanders, looking much smaller and more pathetic than he'd be comfortable with with an outside perspective. His hair's still wet from the fountain--it takes ages to dry without magic--and it just makes him look more miserable. His face is young and forlorn when he's not snapping at and/or mocking people. While his ostensible purpose is exploring, he isn't doing much actively beyond poking at roots with his feet and disapproving of trees that fall into his line of sight. He should be looking into the houses, because like hell is he going to stay with a bunch of strangers while he figures out a way out of here, but the problem with that is he'd be alone then.
Soon he'll start thinking of ways to get what he wants, and probably bust out of here before someone has to come looking for him. (That'd just be embarrassing, of course. He's not entertaining for a moment the possibility that they can't.) For now, he's drifting a little, carefully tucking feelings away where they never have to be dealt with properly.
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"I mean, no one's going to let you starve, but we don't really trade, or anything. Everyone contributes what they can, or they at least fend for themself, and we get by. The inn usually does meals, but people have been coming down with some kind of pox or something, so you're safer here than visiting, for now. Stuff like that clears up, sometimes in time for the next disaster, sometimes not." Kira shrugs: sometimes rolling with the punches rolls you into them. "Nobody ever shows up with anything but their scrubs, so there's not a lot to base an economy on."
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Group meals could be promising, though, enough that he completely ignores warnings about illness. Taako's too used to having a cleric around and, well, being an elf to be too concerned about stupid plebian germs. If there's a kitchen to be had, though, he will fight all comers to get his hooks in it. This sucks and all, but it'll suck less if he can keep occupied with one of the few things he actually likes to do. "Meals like what?"
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"We've got some hunters, people fish, people gather. There's a field behind the town hall where we try to grow crops, but the weather can get unpredictable. There's also a criminal lack of seasonings available, but considering most of the population, that doesn't surprise me."
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