June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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JUNE AFTERMATH: MAGIC LANTERN STRANGE

Who: Everyone!
What: A celebration!
When: Evening of June 21st, and well into morning
Where: Ensō, E3 and E4
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Slide the Light Off You
As promised, the evening of the 21st finds the Jormun hosting a party on Ensō's largest beachfront. Near immediately, it should be clear that they've spared absolutely no expense when it comes to showing their story-walker brethren a good time.

Of course, they may also be...showing off a little. The stalls and comfortable seating supplied around multiple firepits appears to be a mishmash of Jormun built contraptions and items requested from the Storyteller- many may be delighted to see the variety of beach cushions and blankets, items the Jormun will be happy to let their story-walker friends take home at the end of the festivities. A veritable smorgasbord of food and drink is also readily available, from the kid-friendly options of brrshavak (a spicy drink with a taste akin to liquified chili pepper) and molkavarr (a rich chocolaty broth) to the alcoholic rakvrhak (a rich wine that tastes oddly plumlike). Do be warned, however, that the last is incredibly potent.

Large slabs of driftwood have been laid out to form impromptu tables, bristling with the Jormun's culinary expertise: fried squid, seaweed wraps, spicy pickled kelp, kebabs of roasted eel, hard-boiled snapling eggs, and so on. The vegetables and meats of the sea have been laid out for all to enjoy, so tuck in!

Throughout the evening the air will be filled with the sound of music, with multiple Jormun eager to show off their skill in instrumentation. Conch-shell horns, carved driftwood flutes, urchin-needle harps, and countless more contraptions engineered by a deep sea-dwelling people fill the air with the most peculiar but nonetheless not unpleasant sound. Most of the bands will be set up in the shallow waters, however, as their instruments are not made to be used in open air - try playing them above the surface of the water at your own risk.

Of course, there's plenty more to entertain even the most difficult of people.

You're Living the Strobe Light
Those interested in proving their strength and skill will be encouraged to enter one of the many tournaments across the shoreline. The tournaments vary, featuring such challenges as play fights with the schlacknorkcvic to prove who is the greatest warrior, timed events to see who can stay on a bucking tigershark for the longest, and even a tourney of brovonkosshk, a board game somewhat similar to chess. Don't see anything you're interested in? Make your own. If you can think it, the Jormun will happily accommodate it - impromptu challenges are the highlight of such evenings, after all, though the Jormun won't be taking any responsibility for the first poor soul that decides to usher in a drinking contest.

A small variety of walker games are also available. Jormun children are more than eager to play such games as hide-and-seek or red light, green light, while Connor Murphy will be bringing his Cards Against Humanity deck, for those ready to completely screw with the idea of a fourth wall. There's even a game of Spin the Bottle... except the bottle is being spun overhead like a mace. Being hit by said bottle requires you to do a stupidly ridiculous task, so perhaps it's best to avoid that particular adaptation...

And of course, there's the lightshow.

As mentioned previously, the main show of the evening is the show of brssticca: bursts of magical light beneath the water that will put any fireworks show to shame. The lights are safe to wade and swim through, do keep in mind that the phosphorescent algae tends to cling to the skin. And should you reach into those spiraling, fluorescent nebulae of patterns beneath the surface, some of the configurations of light may abruptly shatter like broken glass.

Additionally, skilled Jormun will be happy to assist those who care to dress up for the event with intricate applications of shellivthiss - a style of waterproof body paint that is not only bright, but luminescent. Something the Jormun may forget to mention, however, is how similar shellivthiss is to henna; should you decide to get all dolled up, except to shine bright light a diamond for weeks to come.

Lastly, those who wanted to bring their own adventures are welcome to as well! Supplying some dope roast? Bringing those sweet, sweet greens? Have some alcohol to supply? All is welcomed by the Jormun - and undoubtedly, your fellow adventurers as well.

You May Find Some Peace
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[lightlessfuture]

[ They tilt their head at Guzma's confusion, before they seem to catch on and proudly indicate the gleaming charm pinned to their cloak (which is more like a neckscarf at this point). Apparently their growth has something to do with this trinket, if their gestures are any indication.

But they're hardly going to attack him while his guard is down! That would be dishonorable! (And reserved for mindless zombies, anyway.) Not what Ogrim and the Mantis Lords would expect from them at all.

So, they wait. Watching expectantly. ]

[yallstupid]

[He's still pretty confused? The indication of the charm definitely helps him comprehend somewhat - some sort of magic he doesn't understand - but it's still bizarre. Guzma chalks it up to some sort of mega evolution or something, that's a bit easier for him to understand, and they even have a mega stone or...or whatever. Don't judge him, he's simple folk and this is easy for him to understand.

Anyway, if they really wanna go about this, Guzma will happily oblige them. In fact, he might be more honorable and keep his fists to himself this time around. He likes this not-so-little bug, after all, and he's not about to actually swing at them. He doesn't practice the martial art like some others he knows do, but Guzma picked up a few techniques of Alolan sumo when he mentored under Hala. It's been years though...hopefully he still remembers how to actually employ them in combat.]

First one out'a the ring is the loser, yeah? No fists - just open palm strikes. Push, shove, throw...whatever. Y'all ready bro? [Guzma shifts his stance into one he's more familiar with, digging his feet firmly into the loose sand and tensing his very sturdy, powerful leg muscles.]

[lightlessfuture]

[ Ah, so it's a contest of strength he wants. The Knight is not so certain about how their own strength applies in this case (even with a blunted nail, they can cut metal and break down stone), but they've never been one to test their skill unarmed. They were ill-suited for such things, anyway.

But they've challenged him, so they won't back down. They imitate his stance - it's abundantly clear that their build is more slender than his, a creature built more for agility and speed rather than contests of raw muscle - and dig their own feet into the sand, and then they nod firmly to indicate that they're ready.

Though they're...not quite sure what to expect. All their fighting has been done with weapons, thus far. But they'll do their best!! ]

[yallstupid]

[Guzma waits another second more until it's clear the Knight isn't going for the assault - stepping forward and lowering his head to clasp his arms around their midsection and attempt to push. Despite hi size and how stocky he is Guzma can still move pretty quickly, though the loose and shifting sand does cut that even still. If he can get a grip on his now not-so-little friend, he's going to use his brute strength and try to shove them backwards and out of the ring.

Stay sharp, Lil Pinsir, where you lack experience in muscle, Guzma excels at it. He's not the wrestling type, more used to fighting with his pokemon or his fists, but this is still an act of rough-housing he's extremely used to. Get good or get wrekt.]

[lightlessfuture]

[ The Knight is utterly surprised to be grabbed and pushed - by their clumsy reactions, lacking their usual quick reflexes, this is clearly a combat style they're wholly unfamiliar with - but after a moment, they lower their head and bend their knees, bracing themselves and attempting to stop their backwards progression.

It is, for the most part, successful, though Guzma has pushed them dangerously close to the edge of the ring in doing so.

Push, shove, throw...with their arms free, they press their hands against Guzma's shoulders, attempting to push him back that way. If he's ever roughhoused with his Pokemon directly, the amount of sudden strength the Knight is exerting is probably reminiscent of that. ]

[yallstupid]

[For a moment, Guzma actually thinks this is going to be a pretty unfair fight - one he's going to utterly dominate - but when there's finally a bit of resistance, he looks not shocked or angry...but pleased. His lips turn up at their corners, thankful that he's not going to win so easily, because really? Where's the fun in that? A victory without challenge is hardly a victory at all. Plus, he likes the Knight, and wants to give them a sporting chance.

Grunting slightly, Guzma's heels slide in the shifting sand as he's pushed backward. He braces himself, tightening the muscles in his legs as well as his abdomen. For a few minutes, the two are at an impasse, locked together while both trying to move the other to the edge of the ring. The crowd gathered cheers and shouts, throwing their hands up and whooping. It's exactly the sort of horseplay he's come to know. Guzma roughhouses with his Pokemon constantly, Golisopod and Scizor especially, and he trains his own body with them like this. A bit of a more physical training.

He's having fun, given how large his grin is.]

Heh...glad y'all didn't go down in one shot, homie. I was right to think y'all was tough as. [He claps the Knight on the back, to show his respect, but then will attempt to fling them sideways, off him.]