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i've looked at clouds from both sides now (π§π¨π―ππ¦πππ« πππππ‘ππ₯π₯)
Who: Peter Graham + you! Prompts will be placed here.
What: Canon update business, potential event things, tba.
When: Through the month of November.
Where: Various places in Trench / tba.
Content Warnings: This character comes with demonic possession by default. There's a gif including nudity (non-sexual, just a couple of people shown naked from behind) in one of the posts. Additional warnings will be placed in individual spaces.
What: Canon update business, potential event things, tba.
When: Through the month of November.
Where: Various places in Trench / tba.
Content Warnings: This character comes with demonic possession by default. There's a gif including nudity (non-sexual, just a couple of people shown naked from behind) in one of the posts. Additional warnings will be placed in individual spaces.
( On Peter's birthday and Blessed Month, he will go through a canon update that's given him updated memories. For weeks 1 - 3 he will mentally be MIA, and Paimon/Charlie may be interacted with. On week 4, Peter will return. Closed starters will be placed under the appropriate posts. Please hit me up @ plot post / plurk / large bat#2354 / pm if you're interested in a starter / if you'd like to plot for the month! )
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Dragonspeech.
Sasuke is right, though. Freezing the mushrooms would keep toxic smoke from rising, and he's fairly sure that type of cap wouldn't survive well in a sudden, overwhelming frost. Especially not that big. He nods, finally, his expression clearing as he comes to the decision. "Freezing," he agrees. He can do that. It didn't come as easily as fire did, but the elemental Shouts hadn't left him.
"But - yes. If we don't have to fight..."
If their omens give the all-clear, then he'd prefer to take that route. Something that should shock no one who's known him for five minutes.
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At least he can recognize it's the smarter choice, though, and swallow his impatience as he gives a nod. Better to not piss off the dragon omen any further than he previously has, probably.
"Just tell me when we're ready to move."
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The wait isn't fun, but he receives word from his end soon. His gaze goes back to his omni, though he's been doing that on and off anyway, but it's when he clicks his tongue that--
"--It isn't any different to the East. More mushrooms, some beasts." He sighs, looking over at the pair, and they have Melius's omen to wait for on any possibly better news. But Robby's already preparing his scarf to go around his lower face, rounded and tight.
If the other omen came back with much of the same, then -- the next move was Sasuke's.
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"Ffffuuuuuuuck!"
Something landed on his helmet, cursing again and again. Sometimes in common, sometimes in Dovahzuul - though, honestly, Melius isn't entirely sure if wishing someone fall into despair counted as a curse. He just sighs. "She um. She saw the same," he admits, while his omen chatters on, mostly to herself, clambering down to his shoulder like a scaly red bat.
A steadying breath. Drem yol lok. Peace - fire - sky.
"Ready. I can freeze them."
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... This is probably why he never does team missions.
Sasuke wields the sign for one of the few wind jutsus he has managed to at least get control of, feeling his chest fill with air. He holds it until he's able to see the group of mushrooms waddling along, pausing and holding up a hand to alert the other two that he's about to release his own attack. He waits a moment, before blowing the powerful wind towards the spores with a force that at least makes the mushrooms wobble a bit like they might fall over.
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Robby doesn't have any good moves he can pull out, other than tightening the scarf around his face, hoping that some stomping will do some good. But he waits on Melius first, though moving around to a spot farther away from him, to the other side of Sasuke. He doesn't know how his ice spell is going to form and spread out, if over an area or targeted.
Either way, he doesn't want to get hit. But if there's anything not snatched by the ice - and the area is wide enough - then he'll jump in, boot soles coming down to crush down on the funghi while there isn't any air for their spores to poof out.
He might need to clean them off his shoes later, but that's for later Robby to do.
(Ice and wind powers are so much cooler than stomping...)
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But as the wind picks up, he knows it's time.
What comes out does not sound at all like the nervous Argonian. Not at all. It sounds more ragged, rough, and ancient. Something deep and strong. A rock becoming an ancient mountain, or a trickle of water becoming a river. Someone, something, else speaking though the Argonian's throat, calling down a magic deep as blood and bone.
"π±π... πΆπππ π―πππ!"
Ice billows out. Not from Melius' jaws, but from the words themselves. As if the very ripples they make in the air give life to the frost spell, pushed outward and forward by Sasuke's winds. Power is in the words, in the Voice speaking them. And for that moment, the alchemist is something more. Not Argonian, not mortal.
Dovah. And if he wished it, those words could rip the life itself from mortal man.
feel free to have it impact robby's arm however u wanna π
He takes another breath, going to push out more wind to try and help further the reach of the ice, but as he blows out, there's something off about the way his body feels. It's not the first time that his powers have behaved strangely, and he goes to try and pull back because of it. There's a sharp pain in one of his eyes, one that makes the breath he'd been blowing hitch and stop, the pressure in his chest from swallowing the jutsu painful.
The Darkblood impacts had only hit him at mundane moments, recreating a staircase into something more twisted and useless, or adding a Konoha-like flair to some of the roofs of buildings. This time, things are less opportune, the moment more critical, but it doesn't his vision from twisting up as the blood impacts work with his ocular jutsus to twist reality, with Robby right in their path. He tries to cover his eyes to stop it, but there's little he can do once it's already put into motion.
let's wreck it βοΈβοΈβοΈ cw: broken twisty arm
If Robby could, he wouldn't have been standing where he was at the exact time that misfortune hits. He doesn't even see it, can't defend against reality itself being warped on his path, the blowing that may be what knocks him over -- or that's the shock of the sudden pain that has him screaming the moment his brain can comprehend all the signals rushing to it. Robby tastes the fabric around his mouth, and he's panting with the follow-up sounds that want to come out, the shock rushing through his system. He doesn't even see what's happened, only that there's pain, and it's dizzying, heat and a chilling numb spreading in his body.
The other two can see better, however, what's occurred: that his entire arm has been bent into a doughnut, circling in on itself, no edges or sharp points for this now rounded limb.
(Maybe going around was the better option, actually.)
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His omen sums it all up in one, croaking word:
"Fuck."
And then Melius is scrambling. One hand slings his shield back into place, across his back, the other digging into a pouch at his side. It's a quick, practiced motion, but the frantic rummaging less so. Red - he needs the red one -
Only tiny vials of red meet his eyes. No, it'll have to do. Heedless of the ice, his boots crunching in it, he bolts to the young man. It probably won't fix the damage, but maybe it will help something.
"Potion!" he squawks out. "Healing!"