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mikazuki "ᴍᴀɴ-ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ" augus ([personal profile] sparsity) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-01-09 01:51 pm

(open) this time i know

Who: mikazuki augus ([personal profile] sparsity) & various & you!
What: january catch-all, open prompts/closed quests.
When: throughout the month.
Where: mostly wyver, a smidge of olympia.
Warning(s): none as of now!

I. WITHIN WYVER
A. ODD JOBS:
[ Calling Mikazuki a workaholic wouldn't be an understatement. He seems to sleep as little as he can possibly get away with and spends the rest of his time either training in the jungles or picking up odd jobs around the dense, vibrant marketplace. Constant movement comes to him easier than being inert, though no one would really figure him for a restless sort. Whatever the case is, he's been hefting deliveries for different shops, earning some silver and a snack or two along the way.

His current task, one that has him parked outside a café with a carved facade depicting a dragon and a few spartan teacups wreathed in steam, sees him cleaning up a pretty tenacious gnarl of plantlife. Foliage grows freely in Wyver, but overgrowth can be a nuisance. He doesn't seem to mind doing the job barehanded, peeling back vines and thorns from bright red blossoms. Luckily his hands are tough and show he's been at this a while as a result: dirt darkens his wrists, fingertips sticky with sap. At his side is very small deer who daintily steps over the carnage, picking up fallen leaves to chew on. With a flat look, he reaches up to push at its nose.
]

Cut it out. You'll get a stomach ache.

[ While most of the unruly vines have been snapped and put aside, there's a pile of flowers neatly laid out, separated from the bulk. Mikazuki sits back on his knees if approached, reaching up to wipe beneath his bangs with the back of his wrist. There is now dirt on his face. ]

Take them if you want them. [ He places another one down. ] It's a waste to throw them away.

B. FIELDS OF THE EXALTED:
[ Working with animals had taken some more getting used to. Mars had no animals to speak of; insects and birds were rare, strays and rodents a little less so. He'd never seen livestock or working animals, so the abundance of wildlife on El Nysa had been drastic change in pace. But Mikazuki seems to thrive on new things, even (or maybe... especially...) when they're wild, strident, and bloody. Which is why he's parked on an outcrop of rock in the fields where he has his main job babysitting dragons. He tends to be not so good with small or sick things, so he spends his time with the older beasts. They're a pretty cavalier bunch, proudly turning earth and whipping the air with their wings. Squabbling over the last sheep, things like that.

Right now, it's fairly peaceful as the early afternoon sun arcs overhead. Mikazuki lets his legs dangle from his perch and watches over the windswept fields below where the dragons come and go, some napping, others blustering about proudly. He's never really approached one, but he's patient.
]

I heard you could bond with one. [ Whether it's a coworker within earshot or a visitor come to sight-see, it's the same statement. ] Somehow.

[ Though he looks relaxed, he's pretty alert, considering where they are. ]

C. LHONGHA STABLES:
[ Things Mikazuki has done: knife fight moon-crazed wyverns in his underwear. Things Mikazuki has not done: actually ride a wyvern. He's interested in seeing more of the place he's chosen to live, but the insistence on it being done with mounts leaves him skeptical. Still, it was supposed to cost lots of money to do this normally, and maybe he won't get the chance to again. Not that this makes him look any more sure about it despite the calm lay of his features. He lingers outside one of the pens where a wyvern is lashed to its fence. It dips its head over the side and tries to take clips at the edges of his hair with its pointed snout.

He doesn't look nearly as alarmed as he should at being so close to an animal that could fit his whole head in its mouth.
]

It's not that I haven't flown before...

[ Just, you know. A talented pilot doesn't necessarily mean he'd be a talented rider. ]

D. LAGOONS:
[ Whatever or whoever convinced him to go, Mikazuki did in fact take to the wilds with a large reptile creature in tow. Whether he actually rode it or just walked it along with him isn't immediately apparent, but he's stopped by the lagoons for a spell. He's left it tethered to a tree where it idles with brief flexes of its pliant wings. For his part, he's, well. Poised over the edge of one of the cold springs, his head entirely underwater. It's a sight.

With some bubbling, he finally pops his head above water with a breath and a splash, not unlike a dog shaking off. Sorry if you get the brunt of that? Glancing over his shoulder, hair now dripping and mussed every which way, his gaze hones.
]

What? It's hot.

II. WILDCARD
[ what to do something else using the jan outline or unaffiliated quests? go for it! plotting comment here or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] rivalry! ]
respired: would you turn your back on me (if i told you what i was)

[personal profile] respired 2018-02-03 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't.

[ He squints ahead into the darkness. Even in life, he had excellent sight; one of the many gifts of his people. In death, his lantern eyes penetrate even the most opaque shadows. He sees a shape curled in a cranny ahead, one that they will not be able to avoid. ]

Mind yourself. A beast is near.
respired: and i'm feelin mean (gettin real shot down)

[personal profile] respired 2018-02-12 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Koltira sees it--a tail unfurling, crystalline and covered in spikes. A basilisk, he thinks, formed from the stone of the cave. There's a soft hiss as they draw nearer, as of warning. Koltira mutters, his sword glowing with icy power, his fingers flexing against the runeblade's hilt-- ]

Strike for its eyes, but do not gaze upon it directly.

[ That's how it traditionally works, anyway. ]
respired: ain't a damn thing funny, boy (watch your smile)

[personal profile] respired 2018-02-17 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Admittedly, this is not his world. He supposes it's possible that the basilisks here function differently. Doubts it, though.

The creature hisses as it emerges, its body shimmering, its eyes diaphanous, its teeth hungry. ]


Petrification.

[ The basilisk's eyes flash, briefly illuminating the cave. Koltira brandishes his sword, but he looks away at the same time--not willing to take the risk. ]
respired: i'll shoulder the load i'll swallow the shame (give me the burden give me the blame)

[personal profile] respired 2018-02-27 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's a curious comment. Koltira looks askance at Mikazuki as the creature hisses in displeasure, lunging for its rapidly dashing prey. While it's distracted, Koltira extends his hand; shadows burst from his palm, encircling the creature's throat and choking it, holding it in place. As it thrashes, Koltira approaches slowly. Mika's remark is in the back of his mind, but something else is in the forefront, now--this creature, hissing, fearful, agitated.

Koltira's eyes are widened slightly, his tongue pressed against his canines. He seems to be enjoying this moment a little too much. ]


Strike at its underbelly.
respired: to taste your beating heart (drag my teeth across your chest)

[personal profile] respired 2018-03-06 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The basilisk screeches in pain; its blood, thin and translucent, pours from the wound, spattering Mika's blade. Koltira holds the beast in place, still, his shadows clutching its throat. He watches the creature struggle with his ears perked forward, his lips slightly parted. He curls his fingers against his palm, and the shadows tighten, choking the breath from the basilisk's thrashing body.

A moment passes, then another. The creature lies still, its once bright eyes turned milky and lifeless.

Koltira mutters, his ears flicking back. ]


Well done.
respired: for better or worse (my boy builds coffins)

[personal profile] respired 2018-03-19 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The crystals they came for aren't too far beyond; Koltira can see their gleam from where he stands, and little else to prevent their advance, besides. He quickens his pace, his boots glowing sickly green. ]

Interesting? Merely quick. The beast did not suffer overlong, and we are not delayed from our task.

[ Maybe he's a little disappointed about the former, but ... a job is a job. ]
respired: and it sets you free (if you search your soul)

[personal profile] respired 2018-03-26 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Magic, you mean.

[ Koltira grabs one of the crystals, breaking off a piece as though handling rock candy. He feels no power in these stones, but he supposes they might be useful for aesthetic purposes. He has an appreciation for such things, still, distant as it might be. ]

It is sometimes useful. But I would prefer a world without it, given my experience.
respired: are you the cure (i am a virus)

[personal profile] respired 2018-04-04 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He starts pocketing the crystals, though with some discernment; his sense of aesthetics did not completely flee him upon death. ]

Knowing what it can do, and has done ... never at all.

[ His people were--are--obsessed with magic, though he never had any personal faculty for it, not outside the basic aptitude granted by his blood. Only in death was he to know its terrifying power, and it is not a power he wants. ]
respired: and hope that i never stop watching you (know that i watch everything you do)

[personal profile] respired 2018-04-10 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
As have I.

[ Thanks to MAGIC. And slavery. Hand-in-hand, honestly.

Koltira shakes the sack of crystals he's collected. ]


These should do.