sun's up, we wait all day ( semi-closed. )

[flugels]

Who: lancelot (flugels) & event partners
What: new in town
When: duration of intro event
Where: flona cove & the city
Warning(s): tomfoolery in cupid's pool under vane's thread... sad.

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Comments

[defenses]

1/2

[flugels]

[defenses]

nonononono

[tzaraisen]

This is staying here.

[defenses]

WHAT THE

[uwe]

idk what's going on here but go team

[flugels]

[ lancelot can't believe his eyes... in cupid's pool, he sees his fellow knight and best friend manically splashing against the aphro waters... ]

Vane...! I hear these waters are cursed!

[ but maybe it's too late for vane... he's been soaked for too long. ]

[defenses]

[ it is far too late for him. to begin with the waters had seemed so peaceful. so temperate and calming. though, he says this, it also made him oddly fixated on remaining there. at first, it started out with him splashing around now, and now it's almost ... like he's possessed.

he can't really remove himself from the water. instead, he's simply twirling around, getting water every which way, and all because he actually isn't sure how to cope with how he feels. if anything, maybe if he keeps his physical body busy enough, all these ... feelings will come to pass. he believes this is... the easiest way out. except, it isn't, but i was deceived. i was fooled and hurt and now he is literally spyro in the water.

sometimes in life, all the shitposting you do comes to bite you in the ass... and now is such a moment?

and who truly pays...

regardless, vane seems genuinely comforted by hearing his childhood friend's voice in his time of ... apparent need. ] Lancey...! I think there's something wrong with the water. [ he breathes in, attempting to stop himself mid-twirl and mid-slapping the surface of the water. ]

[flugels]

[ he doesn't know what to do. it would be counterproductive if he jumped into the pool with him, potentially succumbing to a similar fate to vane's, wouldn't it? and he watches hopelessly as his friend continues to twirl and splash, completely soaking his clothes and hair. and there's no stopping it, either; he can't tell if his expression is one of joy or pain, or perhaps a strange combination of both, but it's killing lancelot being unable to assist—

as his friend, though, he simply cannot sit idly! ]

Hang in there, Vane! I'll help out out-!!

[ he should have warned him earlier... in fact, why aren't there any signs here!? he has to suggest this to the people in charge!

there isn't anything he can use, though; no rope, no rod, no weapons. there's only one thing he can do... lancelot moves closer the edge of the pool before lying down on his chest. he uses the edge of the rock at his feet as a hook to keep him from falling into the water himself. then, reaching out as far as he can, he urges vane to take his hand. ]

Come closer to me! We must get you out of there immediately!

[defenses]

[ as expected of lancelot, he's come to a swift conclusion on how to tackle this monster of a situation. if this were truly spyro the dragon (series), lancelot would most certainly play the role of spyro himself. the hero, the protagonist in a tale of world traveling and saving. except, instead of freeing other dragons from the evil known as gnasty gnorc, he was now saving his childhood friend from the malicious existence of... this pool of water. percival and siegfried were right. a dark metaphorical cloud was lurking in olympia and was present all around them.

this is only amplified with every single splash of water, especially as vane attempts to get closer to the edge where his childhood friend awaits him. honestly, the way he feels at present, he wonders if he deserves saving. or if he were safe to save himself in this state. moreover, he can't deny feeling uncomfortable as it is.

still, as long as lancelot would reach out to help him, he wouldn't turn away from that flame of resolve. still twirling to keep his mind occupied on this (rather than the hardness between his legs), he does several circles before arriving to the edge. it's here, he reaches a cautious hand forward, he grips onto lancelot's wrist as hard as he can. ]

I... I don't know if I can hold out any longer! [ vane gives a pull though. attempting to free himself from the confines of the water's pull and allure. ... and hopefully lancelot pulls back with enough strength... or they'll both in gnasty gnorc's pool. ]

[flugels]

[ the only monster here is bijou, okay. even though it's an unfortunate situation, you can't call it a monster when you're the one who created it?!!?!??

griping aside, lancelot is only focused on getting his friend out of the pool at the moment, even though it's quite clear what will become of the two of them. still, he has to try! even if he pulls his shoulder, he has to try to haul vane out of there. ]

Just... do your best!

[ still lancelot tries to inch forward, until the tips of their fingers brush. it's the only thing that gives him the strength to push forwards and clasp their hands together. it feels like a victory, but unfortunately, only a temporary one. just as he feels like they have a chance at making it out unscathed. lancelot manages to let our a rawr xD before channeling every bit of his energy to pull him out.

this might have worked if they were younger, and vane was still smaller than him. but as grown men, vane is nearly twice his size in mass, and too easily pulls him into the pool with him.

he goes head-first into the poisoned waters, and first he thinks about how he mustn't open his eye, lest he wishes to infect him as well... but seeing that he's completely submerged, there's no use in that. he resurfaces, gasping for air. ]

Vane! [ he immediately searches for him, grasping his forearm and dragging him back to the edge. he hasn't been hit by the strange effects which makes one spyro out of control, so now is their chance...! ] Come, we must go!

[defenses]

[ i posted one gif. how was i to have have predicted this outcome?!?

it's intriguing how victory could easily slip from one's fingertips. how a scenario of a childhood friend coming to one's rescue could easily, in a matter of seconds, be completely flipped— tables turned. presently, he had no real control of himself, and in many ways lancelot's hand was not just a means to an end, but an emotional anchor for his spyro'd out state of mind. or is it a hornty mind that is spyro'd out of control???

still, there was no use crying over spilt aphro. when lancelot falls in, there's a part of him that panics. he trusted lancelot, but the last thing he'd want is for him to fall with the same fate. though it's in key moments like these that he recalls their promises from before. he presumes as much as he wouldn't leave lancelot behind, it was mutual. hence, he grasps back at him. forcing all his will into trying to make it to shore with lancelot. only...

the contact with even just his forearm felt oddly satisfying and it's here, he actually wraps... his arms around lancelot's shoulders. ]

Sorry, Lancey. [ it's over for him. cue battle lines where vane is dying. but, you know what...

fortune favors the bold and this is one bold and spicy prompt. ]