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TEST DRIVE ※ 1


TEST DRIVE #1


These woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but being lost in them is pretty alarming to most people. Perhaps it's lucky you're hearing what sounds like... a party?

If you follow the sounds through thinning trees, a brick-paved road rises from the ground ahead. Keep going, and you'll find yourself approaching a bustling festival. Small, jaunty, colorful buildings line a way bedecked with flags, banners, and (of course) ever-present vendors.

Good morrow! Dost thou carest for a turkey leg? Some funnel cake? Modestly priced costume jewelry? Come right this way, dear visitor! The faire is here!

First, however, the faeries would like a moment of your time. At one of the entry gates, a spritely, brightly-dressed faerie tells you, "Tickets are long-since sold out, but joy is one currency we accept. So as long as you plan to enjoy yourselves, you may enter with a day pass. However, please read the sign. By entering, it means you agree to the terms."

The faerie points to a large wooden sign with words painted on it. The sign says something to the effect that the summer faeries are not responsible for anything that happens at the faire, and by entering you're agreeing to exempt them from indemnifying you for not offering the same magical protections they offer proper ticket holders in the unlikely event of surprise and disaster, etc etc.

Fortunately, it's actually not that different from a standard legal agreement for some kind of dangerous activity like go-cart racing. Of course faeries would be careful about any legal disclaimers for events.

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Premise/Short Facts | Arrival/Welcome | Setting Background/FAQ


A FAIRE SHAKE

A renaissance faire is in full swing in the woods today, or so it would seem. But no one here is just playing a part: these outsize personalities, bright costumes, and pseudo-Elizabethan voices are perfectly real.

It's the only place you can go for food and appropriate clothing. Also there's magic at your feet, drawing you towards others bound by the Quest magic, making it so all paths seem to lead to the Faire. Even if you don't want to enter, it feels like you have to, like there's something important to find.

a) The Faerie Toll
Some of the faeries are lighthearted and cheerful, with round and heart shaped faces and brightly colored clothes. These summer faeries are willing to part with some faerie coin in exchange for certain actions. Anyone that watches others take them up on their deals can see that the actions are indeed harmless, and there is no catch. Apparently happiness and frivolity really can be exchanged with the faeries here. Ways to earn a small bit of coin: physical comedy, agreeing to a round in the dunk tank (yes they have one), telling the faeries a good joke (but it really has to be a good one, by faerie standards), letting oneself getting pied in the face, and pieing someone you're with in the face, among other things. Silly dances are also in high demand, especially ones with actual rules vs. ones that are made up on the spot, with a clear preference for moves like tiktok dances, the macarena, or the Hustle.

b) New and In Stock

You tried to steal from the faeries instead of paying their toll, or have otherwise misbehaved. The faeries like your moxie, though. They'll let you keep what you took (if you took something), but first you're gonna have to do some time in the stocks.

Will anyone take mercy on you and bust you loose? Does anyone have a tomato? Perhaps you meet someone else while they're suffering a similar punishment in the other stocks across from you. If you didn't actually steal, maybe you got framed. Or you're in the stocks with your "partner in crime" who you were falsely accused of being affiliated.

Fortunately, you won't be in there overly long. Even if you can't escape and no one busts you out, the faeries aren't particularly cruel and the absolute worst you'll get thrown your way by the crowd is a fruit.

If you push, the faeries might also let you out if someone else agrees to be responsible for your good behavior. This could, naturally, lead to both of you doing more time together.

c) I'm Just Here For the Turkey Leg
Wandering lost in the woods is hungry work. Maybe you know better than to eat food offered by faeries, but the humans of the faire should be safe enough, right? Where else are you going to find a whole turkey leg, a funnel cake, or a cold beer around here? The lines can get pretty long though, and sometimes orders get mixed up, or someone swipes what was yours! Maybe they bump into you and spill food down your front. Or perhaps you see someone with no money and decide to offer to share.

Some of the food seems out of this world or is clearly made for a more alien palate (not always in an appetizing way). Most of the food has big enough portions if you're not the only one eating

d) Surely, You Joust
Whether you're just watching, betting on the outcome, or have convinced someone to armor you up and put you on a horse, the jousting tournament is a major event! Will anyone be able to unseat the intimidating Black Knight? Have you started a rivalry with a competitor you just met in a line twenty minutes ago? Are you helping another member of the squad by pumping them up for their match? Or are you just over here to see how many horses you can pet without anyone noticing?

Even those not interested in the competition might want to give it a whirl. There are different rewards for unseating certain levels of competitors like food supplies, flasks of boozeahol, small bags of silver or gold, and weapons of moderate quality, like swords, knives, or bows.

For those that don't own their own armor and lances, some light armor and lances are on loan but the armor is all dinged up and the lances are easily broken, putting someone using them at a disadvantage.

e) Everyone's a Comedian
You (and maybe your threadmate) are being teased by a pair of funnymen doing a bit, be they jesters, Punch and Judy style puppets, or a pair of washing well wenches. The audience is delighted, but are you? What are you both going to do?

f) Wares, If You Have Coin
You're here! You have some gold! Time to get yourself some "period appropriate" (for varying values of both words) gear. Have you found a shopping buddy? What if you resell some goods you just picked up at a slight markup? Are you suspicious of the quality of a vendor's goods? Maybe this item over here is the last of its kind, and you and this stranger want it!

g) Stop! Thief!
Someone picked your pocket or snatched something out of your hands! It might even be your thread partner. Do you give chase? If your threadmate isn't the thief, are they helping you chase the thief down or getting in your way?

h) Archery Range
Are you taking the chance to start learning a new skill on the practice targets? If it's any incentive, several fair maidens and handsome young fellows are hanging about, flirting with the best shots. If you're already good, you might be competing in the archery competition for a prize! The targets are close enough you can make conversation with the person one target over.

i) Fortune Told
A stubborn young blonde woman in a long purple robe with a pointed hat - one that looks more than a little bit witchy - is determined to read your fortune for you. Loudly. Whether you like it or not. She has to demonstrate her skills to drum up business, you see! Now please hold your hand still, she just needs to get a good look at your fate line...

(Note: Players will have to npc the fortuneteller says in their thread and can go absolutely wildly wrong. However, sometimes the fortuneteller suddenly gets more intense and guesses a few things closer to the truth...)

j) Out of Water
You draw attention to yourself with your behavior, or by how strange your manner of dress is (according to the faire folk, anyway.) Perhaps you have a still-functioning small electronic like a smartphone that's unlike anything they've ever seen. People are starting to give you the stink eye or ask you invasive questions. Will your threadmate help you out?

k) Bargaining With the Fae
There are some faeries here that are different from the sunny, cheerful summer faeries running the fair. These are the winter faeries, more ethereal and elegant, more immaculately dressed in finery that's a little too fancy for the event. Despite their beauty - or maybe because of it - these faeries are...colder. Many of them are busying themselves with maintaining magical lanterns around the edges of the faire. If asked, they tell your character they're handling security and to bug off.

But some of them maintain stands in shadier-looking areas of the faire. They're willing to offer more in exchange for greater payment. Warm, durable clothing to cut through the slight chill that comes at evening and night time. Swords made of much stronger metals than can be found elsewhere, of better make, with edges that take forever to dull. Bows with strings that rarely ever break.

Their deals are definitely backhanded though. For payment, they might say something like "we could really use your view on something, just a half hour of your time" and instead of having you participate in conversation where your insight is welcome, you lose your ability to see for a half hour.

These effects are unpleasant but usually temporary, lasting no longer than a half hour or so - but it's not like they'll tell you that. And if you try to go back to the stall afterwards to confront them, they'll have mysteriously disappeared. You'll at least get to keep whatever your bought and it will be of good quality, but the joke is definitely on you.

l) Wild Card!
You can make up anything your character might reasonably see at a normal Renaissance Faire, or place an encounter in the woods nearby! Go wild!


OOC DETAILS

This counts as a plot and is part of game canon! This means that new players aren't the only ones that can make top-levels. Current characters can be thrown in like it's any other plot or event. The default for threads is that they're game canon if all characters involved are apped in or already in game, but prospective players may opt out and consider a thread non-canon if they're not happy with it.

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. If you want to keep a thread as canon this can be handwaved as the magic making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, and in quality and length (200 words). If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Players can count TDMs towards AC, with the same AC rules as any other threads.

The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

Invites at game start are limited to current and former players of the mods' previous game Piper90 ([community profile] piper90), former players of the first incarnation of Wilderlands ([community profile] wilderlands, and people friended to the main mod's plurk. If any of those individuals want to invite someone outside those pools in the first app round, they can request it when the mods make a headcount of potential appers. If the game will be under (or only slightly over) 30 players to start, some extra players may also be invited, but the mods want to limit it to exceed the player cap too much.

The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: 10/15/21. Game start: 11/01/21
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-02 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Prose or brackets, do what you want and I'll match ]
1. An example to us all

One of the people in the stocks, apparently some kind of robot, is arguing animatedly with a summer faerie. This is impressive, given how little he can actually move his arms and head.

"Oh come on, I didn't even do anything this time!" A sentence which, of course, informs one of the existence of other times.

"But you were going to in a moment," says the faerie, calm but with a note of amusement. They're a particularly small one, dressed in flame-bright orange and perched with all casualness on top of the stocks above Cayde's head. It's making the arguing harder.

"Sure, but I might not have! I can't believe how much I'm being judged today!"

He glances around for anyone he might be able to get to back him up, whether a passerby or another person stuck in the stocks. "Come on, you heard 'em! I'm innocent until proven guilty, right?"

2. Alternatively...

Congratulations! You've got yourself put in the stocks somehow. Another current stock-goer, who appears to be some kind of robot with glowing blue optics, looks you over with open curiosity.

"First time?"

3. Bro you're seriously breaking theme :/

"A wizard did it."

Cayde is surrounded by skeptical-looking fairefolk. He shrugs broadly, affecting a somewhat wounded air.

"A wizard made you - er, ye, look so weirdly 'bout the... countenance?" Asks a man in a very, very, very long hat.

"Yea verily!" Cayde says, warming to where he's going with this. "A wizard! I was minding my own business and a wizard kissed me and turned me into a robot."

Several people exchange uncertain glances, but it's becoming hard to peel away from whatever ridiculousness this is unfolding in front of them. For free, even.

"What was that like?" asks a teenager with a little sneer.

"Very whiskery," Cayde replies with unflappable ease. "Now c'mon, it's rude to ask a guy about a magical medical condition."

Are you helping? Are you making worse? Are you just watching? Or has he made eye contact with you and thrown in a "...Right?" to get your opinion?

4. Are you done yet?

Did you want to get some repair work done on your gear? To get something sewn, or a pair of shoes? Too bad, it seems one guy has both the tailor and the cobbler busy at the same time. One is sewing holes in a long expanse of black and red cloth, while another is working on resoling his boots. Cayde is standing casually barefoot, leaning on the division between the two shops. He's not bare-headed, though: one of his earlier prizes was apparently a ridiculous purple hat with a huge golden feather poking up off it at a jaunty angle.

"I can't believe they don't have shaders in this century," he's complaining, but brightly. "The inconvenience! I was really looking forward to a chance to change things up!"

He's having a great day, it seems. But are you?

5. Wildcard!

[ Do your own thing. Or you can ask me for a specific starter, seriously, I'll probably do it. ]
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[personal profile] blacksmithed 2021-10-02 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Anode wriggles a little. Why do they even have stocks in her size? It's not fair, honestly. Somewhere she's twice the size of everyone and they can still arrest her? How stupid. She looks over at the smaller robot and tilts her head--or tries to.

"Would you believe me if I said no?"
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-02 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That makes him laugh.

"Cayde-6," he says, tipping his head to help indicate this is an introduction.

"I've never seen an Exo as tall as you, so either you're not an Exo - possible - or allow me to register my sincerest envy."
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[personal profile] blacksmithed 2021-10-02 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anode," she replies, wiggles a bit more as she tries to fidget her hand towards the lock--she can't, of course.

"I'm not an Exo, I'm Cybertronian. You guys another mechanoid species, then? And I'm supposed to be taller. Usually I'm closer to, I dunno, 6 meters? For some reason I've been downgraded to like, 3.6 meters showing up here, though."
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-03 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure species is the right word for us, we're technically human. Just, you know, not home grown." Cayde's conversational. He's taking this in stride; after dying and landing on the rig, weird magic faire with very tall robot aliens is a cakewalk.

"I find whoever's in charge of this? I'll put in a word for you. In the meantime, what are you in for?"
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[personal profile] blacksmithed 2021-10-03 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Never met a human in a mech body. Neat." Anode pauses.

"Actually never met any humans before, now that I think of it." She seems equally unbothered by this whole thing.

"Pinched a cool hat." There is indeed a giant hat on her head with an outrageous blue plume.

"They got mad."
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-03 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ooh! Where did you get that from?"

Cayde has been lowkey jealous of the hat this whole time, he simply must know. After being on Piper 90 (albeit much more briefly than some people here) he's especially excited about any clothing decisions opportunity.

"I'm in this one for a funnel cake. It was completely worth it, no regrets."
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[personal profile] blacksmithed 2021-10-03 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, there was this booth over on the west side of the fair? Lots of hats like this. Never had a hat before." The one that's built into her head doesn't count.

"Funnel cake? Is that an organic thing? One of the food items they sell? Can't eat those myself, sadly."

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[personal profile] cspd 2021-10-02 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that's usually how it works...

[ But Lloyd can't claim to know the laws, here, and it's certainly not much like the place he came from, so to be quite technical about it - ]

But not having read any of the local laws and ordinances, I can't be sure. [ He turns to one of the nearby fairies. ] Are we to understand that reasonable suspicion of intent is a punishable offense in this jurisdiction?

[ This is possibly not the kind of defense Cayde was hoping for. ]
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-03 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
There's also the vital principle of what's funny.

[ The summer faerie replies helpfully. Cayde squirms a little in his binds. ]

Hey! You guys know I didn't agree to your terms when I snuck in, right? Checkmate!
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[personal profile] cspd 2021-10-03 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, by sneaking in...legally speaking, you did agree.

[ Lloyd actually read them. That's the kind of nerd he is.

He's not totally heartless, either, though, and he turns his attention to the fairy. ]


How long were you planning on keeping him in there? I think the comedic value ought to be running out by now, right?
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-04 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
I really don't think that's how laws work.

[ Cayde doesn't generally know anything about how laws work. ]

Oh, we can let him go in about three minutes.

[ The faerie doesn't seem to need a watch to act as a timekeeper. ]

Wait, really? Considering it's so close, can't you just let me out a little early?

Nope! No can do.

Ah, damn.

[ Cayde's attention shifts back to Lloyd. ]

You know any good jokes?
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[personal profile] the_hit_list 2021-10-03 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Tim has been observing, until now, as he's of the opinion that too many people spinning the narrative can lead the lie to become tangled and hard to follow very quickly. He thinks Cayde's digging the hole quickly enough on his own. Even without knowing where and when they are, it's easy to spot the anachronisms in the story.

Confusion and misunderstanding can cause a lot of trouble for a group that's trying to go under the radar.

When Cayde catches his eye, Tim throws himself into the scene, storming up and taking Cayde by the arm and starting to walk him elsewhere. "There you are! We've been worrying! I've looked all over the village for you."

He turns to the nearest villager without stopping and says in a quiet, heartfelt voice. "Thank you so much for finding him. Cursed by a northern wizard, you know. We're in the market for a good elixir to set him right."
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-03 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Cayde peers at Tim like he's never seen him before, helped by the fact he never has. He was enjoying himself, and part of him really wanted to see how long he could keep these guys going for, but then again... he's spent a lot of time in the stocks today and should probably take this opportunity to avoid another trip.

"Ah yes, thank you... Jeffrey. You know me. Getting lost with weird magic problems all the time," he chatters.
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[personal profile] the_hit_list 2021-10-04 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
The faire is crawling with people like them, who don’t belong in this real lyfe renn faire, and Tim is operating under the assumption that they’ve all arrived under similar circumstances: woken up in the woods and wandered into a fae fest. So far, no one’s claimed otherwise.

Cayde is of somewhat particular interest, as robots are never just your average joe, so Tim would very much like to steer him away from the crowd and find out if he’s even more caught up in this than Tim is. Robotic henchmen as NPCs to ensure that all the abductees stay engrossed in the scenario?

“Come along, that’s right.” Tim, who is now Jeffrey which may be backdated to the more period appropriate Geoffrey because it’s as good a fake ID as anything, doesn’t want to dawdle. Less is more. “Don’t want any mishaps in public.”

Things like being chased with pitchforks when the townsfolk realize what a robot is. That would probably involve accusations of witchcraft or demonic possession. “Let’s go someplace quiet, and I can help you remember.”
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-04 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Uhuh."

Cayde lets himself be steered out of earshot, but he's still going to shoot the kid a look sidelong once their backs are safely to the group. He may be a robot, but his face has a surprising amount of expressive potential. Small plates shift around the eyes, and even move in imitation of eyebrows.

Despite how busy the place is, it isn't too difficult to slip off somewhere. A likely spot turns out to be behind a stockpile stacked high with unused archery targets for the contest that hasn't quite begun yet.

"So, thanks?" says Cayde. "Thanks. But for the record, I think that was going pretty well."
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[personal profile] the_hit_list 2021-10-05 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Tim lets go of Cayde’s arm and gives him a slight shrug.

“You told a dozen people who are 17th century at best that you’re a robot, and your cover story was that you were cursed by a wizard.” Tim laid out the reasoning behind his actions matter-of-factly.

He isn’t being snide or saying that he was worried, because Cayde is right and because he doesn’t want to annoy someone that he’s curious about by treating him like an idiot. “There’s no mob chasing after you, so, all things considered, it worked. I still thought it was a good idea to exit the conversation before you ran afoul of any puritanical sensibilities. Although, if you’re fireproof and waterproof, you’d probably be fine.”
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-05 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"17th? Damn, I would've guessed at least 20th."

Cayde is not a historian.

"But ehhh, you're right, I'm a bit less both of those than I might've been before." He makes a flipfloppy motion with one hand.

Honestly, Cayde looks a little rough around the edges. What can be seen of his face shows bends and badly scarred paint, though everything's at least moving the way it should since Peter fixed him up on the rig.

"Name's Cayde-6, I'm not used to sticking out so much. What about you, Jeffrey?"

There is a not insubstantial danger of him continuing on with the 'Jeffrey.'
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[personal profile] the_hit_list 2021-10-05 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
“They’re jousting over there,” Tim explains, indicating where the tournament is ongoing. “It started to fall out of fashion after King Henry II died from a jousting injury.”

He knows that this might not be directly applicable… wherever they are, but Tim is going to base his assumptions on what he knows until he has something more concrete to go by.

And he’s just going to tuck away the knowledge that Cayde is mostly fireproof and waterproof.

“Geoffrey,” Tim says pleasantly as he offers a hand to shake. He tries to look earnest about it, but they both know he’s lying. He’s allowed his little joke. “Cayde-6? Are there five more of you?”

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[personal profile] stickypete 2021-10-03 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know. [The voice is out of sight but very familiar.] You look pretty guilty to me.

[Peter walks over, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, the tiniest hint of a grin at the corners of his lips.]

[He's not wearing the Jorgmund uniform. A green army jacket is covering up something with flashes of red, and yes those are sweatpants. And yes his shoes don't match. He looks like a hobo. When he'd woken up, some of his belongings were laying there next to him and he'd changed out of the stupid Jorg jumpsuit without a second's hesitation.]

You just kinda have a guilty face. [He turns to the fairy.] Doesn't he have a guilty face? He looks like someone that gets up to all kinds trouble.
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-03 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wait, wait, wait. Cayde knows this guy! It takes him a second, but he snaps his fingers and points with one well-trapped hand. ]

Sticky!

[ His face brightens with recognition. Then again, it also just does that on account of the lamp that glows in his throat whenever Cayde talks. The repair work has held up. He's also managed to escape the awful rig uniform and is back in his comfortable, long-cobbled-together Hunter's gear.]

C'mon Sticky, don't be like that. Cause if you do, I can say it's your fault for how you put it back together.

[ You know, while they're both busy telling terrible, cruel lies about each other. ]

Do me a favor and tell these guys to let me out, huh?

[ He thumbpoints up at the faerie over his head. The faerie is just watching for the moment. ]
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[personal profile] stickypete 2021-10-15 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He gestures with his hand, fingers and thumb held close together, Godfather style.]

You come to me, on this day of my daughter's wedding, to ask a favor of me...while still calling me "Sticky."

[He looks at one of the faeries nearby.]

I don't know guys, I think you have to be careful about this one. He's wily. He's just got a real guilty-looking face, doesn't he?
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-15 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Aww c'mon Sticky, after all we've been through! The chairs! The shock collars! The sheet cake! We bonded!

[ Though he is going to get to the bottom of that confusing daughter reference in a minute here. If he remembers. It's Cayde, so the odds could go either way. ]
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2021-10-03 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"My friend here speaks the truth," says Saint, walking up and clapping Cayde on the shoulder with a resounding thud before removing his helmet and showing off his own Exo face. "You see, I too am afflicted. Though it was a Warlock who kissed me. Or did I kiss him first? I can never remember."

His laugh boomed so loud it threatened to shake the ground.

"Very whiskery."
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[personal profile] cachedout 2021-10-04 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
Cayde rolls his eyes and makes a little "ugh" noise, he knows exactly what Sainty is getting at. It sounds like the big Titan and Osiris finally worked some things out, in the future?

Life is going to continue on after his death, and it's super weird to think about. It's much more fun to confuse strangers instead.

"So take our word for it: You see any weird wizardly guys wandering around, don't pucker up unless you want to clank when you walk."

This provokes some nervous muttering as their audience suspiciously eyes each other, trying to decide whose costumes might be considered potentially magic-user-indicating.