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felldenlogs2019-09-13 10:57 pm
assholic) wrote in felldenlogs2019-09-13 10:57 pm
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The Harvest Moon (OPEN)
WHO: Jessica Jones and OPEN
WHAT: Harvest Event: Beating bandits, helping haul things in, looking into magic
WHERE: In and around the Moon Temple and its city, Kyst
WHEN: 14th - 22nd (First half of Event)
WARNINGS: Likely language, gratuitous violence, alcohol. Will update if needed. (Starting in prose, can match to brackets if preferred)
WHAT: Harvest Event: Beating bandits, helping haul things in, looking into magic
WHERE: In and around the Moon Temple and its city, Kyst
WHEN: 14th - 22nd (First half of Event)
WARNINGS: Likely language, gratuitous violence, alcohol. Will update if needed. (Starting in prose, can match to brackets if preferred)
☪ Workload - (Moon Cities)
If there was one thing Jess could do, it was carry loads heavier than people thought she could. Trish would make some comment about it being figurative and literal, but Jess was trying not to think too much about Trish right now. She missed her. They were supposed to be getting back into their usual swing of things and then she'd found herself here. Now she'd been asked to fight -- however she could -- for a war that wasn't hers to keep her world safe. She didn't care too much about the world in general, but she gave a shit about some of the lives that still dotted it. So she'd play along for now. Watching kids wasn't something she felt either her or the children should have to suffer through, but hauling in heavy loads and moving fences and hay bales was easier for her than some others. So for anyone in and around the cities of the Moon Temple, Jessica Jones might be seen carrying a seemingly heavy load with ease, or possibly hammering a post down into the ground. The physical labor helped her not have to think about everything else that was going on. It was just easier to work herself into being tired enough to fall asleep.
☪ Bandits? Bandonts. - (Moon Cities)
She hadn't gone to the armory or weapon places here yet. Not really into learning how to swing a sword or fire a bow. She wasn't from the land of hobbits and trolls, after all. Of course, she'd never liked guns either. Weapons just weren't her style. Not when she could make everything around her a weapon. Even an apple could be a weapon if it was hurled hard enough, as one bandit found out when he was fleeing. Jess might not want to shoot him in the back, but she had a good arm and she'd knock his punk ass out while she took off after a few others who'd decided to raid a couple coming to the city with their kids. It was the kids she was doing it for, not the parents- that's what she kept telling herself. They hadn't looked hurt, but they'd been afraid, and Jessica was tired of people being afraid of goddamn bullies.
Any time Jessica heard of a bandit hitting an area near her, or came across someone scurrying from a house with people screaming, she could easily be found picking up the nearest stick, apple, or rock to go chase them down with. Even into the woods. Maybe she'll encounter a few other helpful types?
☪ Magic means - (Moon Cities/Kyst)
She hadn't had much when she'd come here, just her side bag and whatever had been in it. Fortunately, or unfortunately for her, that included her camera. Which wasn't going to be too useful in a place where no one had a goddamn clue what any of it did. She'd gone to the R&D department of the Temple, and after some oohing and ahing, they'd offered to take a look to see how to make it perform without needing a laptop or printer. But one of their suggestions had been to go look up some of the schools of magic. That there were ways to make things appear, to conjure, to make something out of nothing that she could tie in with her 'science'.
So Jessica could be found nosing around the Temple, nosing around whatever libraries she could find that might give her an indication, and even taking a mirror over to Kyst to see if there was more she could find out about magic there. And it all just seemed like bullshit to her. Magic... Jesus. Wasn't what she was bad enough? But she was here, it wasn't a dream, and she'd made her bonded promise to the Priestess. She might not want to go stick a sword in someone's gut, but she could gather information. Maybe it wouldn't come in as handy as she was used to it being, but her camera had been a part of her work for so long. It was as good a place to start as any. She can be found in any of the aforementioned places, possibly asking about or reading a book on, yes... magic.
☪ Wildcard - (Moon Cities/Kyst)
Something else you'd like to do? Somewhere else or something more specific you'd like for a scenario. Please feel free to start something at your leisure. I'm available via PM or Plurk (junglewere) for plotting.
Workload
She had already had set to work on a task he was thinking of as he finished bundling up the last of the hay he collected, tossing it onto the back of a carriage. The long posts would need to be done quickly before night fell and it seemed she was already half way through. "You work fast."
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But if Disney had taught her anything, it was that magic wasn't to be trusted, and she might wind up a pumpkin or a flying carpet or with angry broomsticks trying to kill her. No, thank you. "Where's your horse-wolf? Out chewing on a bear?"
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His eyes scanned the fields nearby. There was no flash of white or sounds of Ghost hunting. It meant that he found something further ahead. Likely could be a bear, it wouldn't be a surprise, honestly. "He's somewhere. He likes to roam when we're out in the open like this. The Temple is too small for him."
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She hefted the hammer, then moved to smash it into the flattened top of the post, driving it into the ground in one hard whack. The handle vibrated in her hands, tingling to the point of hurting a bit, but that was just part of that wonderful thing called physics, and she winced a bit before she gestured with her head, indicating he should follow as she picked up another post and started to head to where she planned to set it in. "Save me some time if you hold it up and I don't have to dig a holding hole."
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"Neither am I, I've heard stories of some, but temples were for faiths that weren't my own. It's strange the Priestess is leader of our faction but we don't know what she's priestess of or what her temple worships." If anything at all. "It could be an arbitrary title, but it's an odd one to choose."
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To continue her comment, she flicked her hair back from her face, looking over at Jon. "I've run into a bunch of card readers and grifters. Tarot's like this deck of cards you read people's futures with. It's a bunch of crap, but some of the, ah, deities I've heard around here seem to line up with it. Death. Priestess. Emperor. One of the closed shrines in the cities was to the Lovers, and another to the Tower. They're all cards from it. Don't ask me what they're supposed to mean. I never got into that hocus pocus shit."
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He looked up, not having heard about the other closed shrines. "Lovers and Tower?" Three might be a coincidence but 5? If they were all lining up with her cards, it almost seemed intentional. "It might be worth finding out what the cards mean? If there are shrines of those symbols, the meaning could become important to us." Did that mean there were other factions before this one?
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Bending down, she hefted another stake, gesturing for him to follow. "You make a good post holder. We can get this done in half the time if you're willing to help."
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Jessica always had a way of being condescending and complimentary at the same time, despite what she said or how she said it, she still managed to make him smile. "It seems I found a role for myself here then. I'll hold your posts. It'll be my contribution to the war."
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She led him over to where the next post needed to be, setting it down and waiting for him to get in place to hold it. "Better than some contributions. Pretty sure that banging on wood isn't exactly a great contribution either way, but I can do it quicker and it saves that old fucker in the house from having to be out here doing it himself."
Under it all, way, way, way down under, she had a core that wasn't entirely made of steel. Some might call it soft. Some might then go flying from a nut shot if they said such an offensive thing to her face.
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"He would take all winter to get it done." They were certainly quicker at this, and with her one, two strokes, they'd be finished before the day was over. "Of course, we'll have to start this over again tomorrow with the next house." He had already heard of a few more neighbors eager to have the same work done.
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God, save her from having to wear starched fabrics and watching while the menfolk built barns. That's about all she knew about the Amish. Horse carriages, milk churning into butter, dresses, and barn building. Where did they put all those damn barns?
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She was better off with something other than those gowns. He could picture her in the furs of the Freefolk, but this style of hers that was wholly her world, it suited her far better than anything else. "No, but you seem to have adapted. As long as you aren't being asked to pull a plow, I think you can manage."
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She set the post in the ground, both to look at him and to give him the opportunity to come steady it for her. "You calling me a cow?" Because cows pulled plows, right? Or was it pigs?
magic means /o/
Now, she seeks magic? It is almost amusing. He is no mage, but he was summoned by the grand mingling of magic and technology and partnered with a wizard. Gilgamesh in his current incarnation is a creature born from magic, even if his most recent summoning had been in an era when magecraft in its proper and historical form had died out, when the Holy Grail Wars had become something altogether different. Technology, magic; his mind is familiar with untold generations of both, even if he, like most other heroic spirits aside from Casters, is an entity apart.
"Seeking magecraft, are you?" -- stating the obvious, but a "hello" would be unsuitable to either of their dispositions; meaningless pleasantries, after all. "Hah, the purview of those scheming creatures. Yet what you are looking for, 'strengthening,' or 'repairing,' is a rather simple spell. So simple that even a boy with no talents has been known to learn it."
-- helpful? Perhaps not exactly.
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She'd been looking at a book, but the question had her glancing up at whoever'd asked, a scowl already in place. Not helpful, but stating the obvious and drawing attention to her shortcomings. "No, I'm plotting world domination." Duh.
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Even if they are strangers, it would not surprise Gilgamesh whatsoever were he to learn that her preferred method involves destruction. Nothing about her demeanor is suggestive of patience or delicacy.
"Perhaps I spoke too soon... I recall that this 'Fellden' has its own system of magic." In his world, at least, repairing a broken device would not have been exceedingly difficult for those mages, but it may be different here. "Yet I am certain that if you cannot bring yourself to believe, then you cannot execute a spell ... in any world."
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But she might surprise him in other ways. She could be delicate or patient- patient in her stalking of her prey when she needed to be. Maybe it was because her work back home was her on her own, and she worked better that way. On her own hours. Closing the book, she held it to her chest, the damn thing big enough to cover most of her torso. "I'm not Tinkerbell. If it's just a matter of saying words and waving your dick-wand around, I can do that." Belief? She didn't do so well with belief. She had faith in nothing, so if it required a higher power to go through her, that higher power could suck eggs.
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"Ah... of course. It is natural that you should not wish to be someone's sport. But what of this war?" Calmly in the face of her temper, he walks past Jessica, running his fingers over the edge of one of the books on the shelf of the library. Magic, is it? And now he, a being crafted from magic in his own world, was beholden to this same system. How curious. "There is no guarantee that we are not all merely taken here for the entertainment of another. There are no guarantees as to the honesty of those for whom we are conscripts. As I recall, you made this observation yourself. Defiance in the face of obstacles, that is commendable -- but practically speaking, what shall you do?"
He glances, of course, at that closed book she holds. She can be stubborn all she likes, he supposes. He has no objections. But such an attitude will not exactly get that camera fixed.
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