[OPEN] You can lead a horse to water...
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thirtyseventhWho: Dylas (sullenstallion) & Open!!!
What: A horse goes fishing, wears a cool hat, talks to a tiger, and picks a fight with a cave. What fun!
When: Throughout January.
Where: Around Olympia!
Warning(s): None.
i. ice, ice baby (open!)
[If someone travels far enough outside of the city, they might come across a strange sight. There’s a frozen pond, or maybe a frozen lake. There’s nothing around in the area except for a single hut of some kind. There’s no doubt it belongs to an Olympian; it wouldn’t be on the middle of a frozen lake by chance. If someone watches it long enough, they might notice the flickering of a lantern inside or hear noises from within. What on earth could be going on? And what would happen if someone knocked on the door?
Surely, there’s an obvious explanation for this...and, hey, hasn’t Dylas been missing for a few days? Weird.]
ii. someone’s ears are burning (open!)
[After making it back to town, an important addition had to be made to Dylas’ outfit. No matter where he’s spotted, if he’s on the go? He’s wearing something new. Something a little strange. But it’s alright that his ears get cold, right? Something has to keep them warm, and it’s not his fault that his ears are shaped like that (well, it is, but that’s another story).
If that’s not enough reason to draw some attention to himself, eventually he’s handed a familiar survey. He can be found seated outside the Sanctuary, his place of work, staring at it while seated at an outside table with some coffee. If he recognizes anyone coming by, he’ll wave them down. Others are free to notice a horse-eared man staring down at a piece of paper.]
What the hell do you make of this? It’s weird, right?
iii. geting off of a high horse (closed to atsushi)
[The first time he came to the ruins, it was during the summer. And now it’s winter. That he’s been part of this community for six months is a lot to think about. Does he feel like this is home? No. Does he have feelings about this place? Yeah, definitely. But sorting through his feelings is difficult, so he’ll focus on what he’s come here for instead.
Or he would, but there’s a scent coming in on the wind that he recognizes. One of the mounts is coming by, and he stops staring at the ruins to turn around and see who’s coming. His eyes widen when he recognizes who it is and as the mount races closer, adding to the tracks in the snow belonging to all the other footsteps that have been added today. Between the crystals and the exploring people are getting up to, it’s apparent the ruins are a bit popular these days.]
What are you doing out here? Did I tell you I was coming out here?
[His ears flick up! He’s happy to see Atsushi. But his tail lashes, because he’s not super happy to see whatever he’s riding. A real man makes it all the way to the ruins without relying on a mount, okay.]
iv. crystal clearing
[Rich people hobbies, right? Dylas assumes the clergy is rich, anyways. He’s back to Edrathe for crystals of all things, but he doesn’t mind too much. If he can get a little money for his trips out of the city, why not? He has a roommate now, he has to help keep food on the table.
He draws a lot of attention to himself while he’s in the cave. He’s no stranger to monster fights or spelunking, so it’s only a matter of time before someone follows the flashing blue lights and yelling to find Dylas standing in the near-darkness with a lantern nearby. As he slowly turns around, two things quickly become apparent. First, there’s blood dripping from his forehead. Second, it looks like a nasty monster has shredded his clothes and roughed him up real nice.
He doesn’t seem to notice.]
What do you want?
[He’s always a charmer, with that accusing glance of his.]
sullenstallion) & Open!!!What: A horse goes fishing, wears a cool hat, talks to a tiger, and picks a fight with a cave. What fun!
When: Throughout January.
Where: Around Olympia!
Warning(s): None.
i. ice, ice baby (open!)
[If someone travels far enough outside of the city, they might come across a strange sight. There’s a frozen pond, or maybe a frozen lake. There’s nothing around in the area except for a single hut of some kind. There’s no doubt it belongs to an Olympian; it wouldn’t be on the middle of a frozen lake by chance. If someone watches it long enough, they might notice the flickering of a lantern inside or hear noises from within. What on earth could be going on? And what would happen if someone knocked on the door?
Surely, there’s an obvious explanation for this...and, hey, hasn’t Dylas been missing for a few days? Weird.]
ii. someone’s ears are burning (open!)
[After making it back to town, an important addition had to be made to Dylas’ outfit. No matter where he’s spotted, if he’s on the go? He’s wearing something new. Something a little strange. But it’s alright that his ears get cold, right? Something has to keep them warm, and it’s not his fault that his ears are shaped like that (well, it is, but that’s another story).
If that’s not enough reason to draw some attention to himself, eventually he’s handed a familiar survey. He can be found seated outside the Sanctuary, his place of work, staring at it while seated at an outside table with some coffee. If he recognizes anyone coming by, he’ll wave them down. Others are free to notice a horse-eared man staring down at a piece of paper.]
What the hell do you make of this? It’s weird, right?
iii. geting off of a high horse (closed to atsushi)
[The first time he came to the ruins, it was during the summer. And now it’s winter. That he’s been part of this community for six months is a lot to think about. Does he feel like this is home? No. Does he have feelings about this place? Yeah, definitely. But sorting through his feelings is difficult, so he’ll focus on what he’s come here for instead.
Or he would, but there’s a scent coming in on the wind that he recognizes. One of the mounts is coming by, and he stops staring at the ruins to turn around and see who’s coming. His eyes widen when he recognizes who it is and as the mount races closer, adding to the tracks in the snow belonging to all the other footsteps that have been added today. Between the crystals and the exploring people are getting up to, it’s apparent the ruins are a bit popular these days.]
What are you doing out here? Did I tell you I was coming out here?
[His ears flick up! He’s happy to see Atsushi. But his tail lashes, because he’s not super happy to see whatever he’s riding. A real man makes it all the way to the ruins without relying on a mount, okay.]
iv. crystal clearing
[Rich people hobbies, right? Dylas assumes the clergy is rich, anyways. He’s back to Edrathe for crystals of all things, but he doesn’t mind too much. If he can get a little money for his trips out of the city, why not? He has a roommate now, he has to help keep food on the table.
He draws a lot of attention to himself while he’s in the cave. He’s no stranger to monster fights or spelunking, so it’s only a matter of time before someone follows the flashing blue lights and yelling to find Dylas standing in the near-darkness with a lantern nearby. As he slowly turns around, two things quickly become apparent. First, there’s blood dripping from his forehead. Second, it looks like a nasty monster has shredded his clothes and roughed him up real nice.
He doesn’t seem to notice.]
What do you want?
[He’s always a charmer, with that accusing glance of his.]
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Date: 2018-05-25 06:46 am (UTC)[With every gym, comes bathrooms, and that’s the first place Dylas heads to. Crowds? They aren’t really his thing. Neither are aliens. Or technology. Or bright lights. Actually, most of these things are all new to him, but surprisingly? Being spirited away from one world to another? That’s not new to him. And he’s pissed off that it’s happening to him again. It’s stressful enough to get his blood pumping and his heart racing, or...
...or it would, if his body still did either of those things. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror, the lights dimmed so much they might as well be off, inspecting his wendigobody for new changes. Standing at slightly over seven and a half feet thanks to limbs that are longer than they need to be, and that’s before the antlers are taken into account, he opens his mouth wide and inspects his fangs with clawed hangs.
And then, when the door opens and the light switches on, he turns and hisses at whoever’s unfortunate enough to greet him. He’ll do better next time.]
ii. welcome to the jungle
[Aside from a pair of shorts he’d stolen from some sucker in the gym, Dylas hadn’t been wearing any clothes to begin with. Why should he have to? He has a glorious mane of fur, alright? Okay, he would’ve liked to have covered up more, but it’s a little difficult to find clothing in his size, his size being ‘freakishly tall, like, monster tall.’ Even then, about twenty minutes into his walk, he feels like it’s too much. The heat is overbearing. There’s a little thing about wendigo and sunlight. They don’t get along. He feels like he’s melting. It’s a small miracle that his body still sweats at all.
Shortly after the realization that he wants to be completely naked and die alone, melting into a puddle of deer-scented flesh somewhere, he skulks away from the group and finds a group of palm trees to die under. Well, re-die. His heart is still stopped (it’s a secret to everyone). He lays down in the cool grass in the shade after kicking off his shorts and pricks up his ears, listening for anyone who might wander over into his private garden.
Eventually, he starts to doze off. And laying in the grass, he’s a far sight from a hissing, angry monster—he’s a sea of restful, perwinkle hair and scarred, pale skin. The fur around his neck and shoulders is silver and the fur that starts at his cervine hooves and ends at his waist is as black as the night sky, leaving his entire body painted like a stormcloud.
But even though he’s peacefully dozing, he still hears you approaching, jerk. He doesn’t even open an eye.]
Get lost, asshole.
iii.
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Date: 2018-05-26 01:17 am (UTC)2. Dragon
3. Water
4. Normal
5. Ghost
6. Fighting
7. Fire
8. Fairy
9. Psychic
10. Dark
11. Rock
12. Ground
13. Steel
14. Bug
15. Grass
16. Poison
17. Flying
18. Normal
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Date: 2018-05-28 08:39 pm (UTC)Episode Azusa: The Indirect Road to Happiness—
A sunny day welcomes those who arrive in Azusa’s mind. Seagulls fly over the park, flowers are in full bloom, and crowds of people go about their merry way. It’s that time of year—late spring, early summer. Almost everyone is with someone special whether it’s a family member, a loved one, or a close friend. The mood is uplifting and positive, and people happily chatter away about this or that.
It’s not difficult to guess where they are. Street signs are all written in Japanese but, this being Azusa’s memory, are all easily understood by whoever steps foot here. There’s a man painting portraits of passers-by not far from the landing point. There’s a circus, too, with a giraffe and an elephant at the far end of the park. There are walkways and bridges that offer a view of the harbor and a nearby Ferris wheel, and there always food vendors, too. The day seems lively and calm, doesn’t it? In fact, there doesn’t seem to be a problem at all.
Until someone bumps into you, that is.]
My, my...are you alright? I’m in a hurry, so I was a little distracted...
[Upon seeing the lovely bride, the present party is instantly relieved. Maybe it’s because this is clearly Azusa, or maybe it’s because this is Azusa’s domain—where her overwhelming charisma reigns supreme.
But before there’s a chance to reply, something catches her eye. With one hand clutching onto a ring box, she offers an apologetic smile and turns to leave.]
Ah, I’m so late...please, have a safe day!
[ooc; This is coming in late, but this is open to everyone! timeline wise, I’m going to say that this is going to be one of the later memories...if such a thing exists. Think of Azusa as a palate cleanser! A well-deserved break from the serious.]
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Date: 2018-09-10 09:58 pm (UTC)Assassin
The assassin doesn't rely on brute physical strength or raw speed to handle their opponents (though it helps). They use trickery to prolong their stay in a fight and rely on allies to do some of the lifting for them. Some of their skills may be as unpopular as their career choice.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ: Daggers, Swords, Bombs
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ: Cloaks, Light armor
sᴛʀᴇɴᴛɢʜs: The assassin calls upon a number of tricks to keep their opponents on their toes, including reducing damage taken, distracting, and letting others do the fighting for them.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Because of their low physical defense, the assassin suffers in a one-on-one fight. Six of the job’s skills don’t do immediate damage and/or need party members to step in to take full advantage of the effect.
physical power: A
magical power: D
attack potency: A
healing potency: E
physical defense: C
magical defense: B
speed: S
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Date: 2018-09-27 10:59 pm (UTC)Kaden
"Is it cool if I take a nap in here?"