OPEN (plus one closed prompt)

[blindfoster]

Who: Quentin & Anyone!
What: Arrival, Creepers, Lorbies, Wandering
When: Various November dates
Where: Around and about
Warnings: Update as we go!



[ Arrival - Backdated to 11/9 ]

Quentin is so done with the ocean. So. Done.

He's done enough that he's made it ashore and is currently protesting the entirety of everything by doing his best impression of a body that had washed up on the sand, flat on his back, staring up at the sky like he can assign blame here. He can't. He definitely can't. Skies usually don't have a lot to do with the nonsense that happens in his life.

More often than not it's the more screwed up parts of Faerie and politics. He does remember something, maybe, some half-remembered dream, that he must have had when he--

But that's a thought, and Quentin sits up with a jerk. However he wound up in the state of castaway, he hadn't been alone. He'd been in the Duchy of Ships, with the others. With the Luidaeg and Tybalt and Dean and-- "Toby!?" He looks around more seriously now. Bright sun. Not the Summerlands. That's about where he realizes he needs to focus. Anyone watching will see a young man with sharply pointed ears and elfin features mutter a quick nonsense snippet of lyrics, and all at once his features shift subtly, looking entirely human. Totally subtle, of course. Nothing to see here.

He rises to his feet now and tries to brush off the sand, looking around. If he catches sight of anyone, he'll call out, tentative, "Umm... hello?"



[ Creepers - 11/11 ]

The creepers catch his attention, and Quentin realizes that maybe he shouldn't follow something he doesn't really recognize. But maybe he's spent too much time as a squire to one (1) October Daye for the good of his self preservation At least he's smart enough to follow it at a distance.

Exceptionally lucky when the thing goes and explodes, leaving a startled Quentin squawking and scrambling back. "Oak and ash, what was that?!"

This place is crazier than anywhere he's been, and that is saying something.


[ (CLOSED TO AZIRAPHALE) What the actual fuck Lorbies - 11/15 ]

After meeting things that explode, well, Quentin is wary of the local fauna. But the lorbies, well, they seem harmless.

Harmless but loud. He's wincing even as he crouches to scoop a couple up. How to make hem quiet??

He's wearing his human disguise, though he's starting to think there isn't any reason for it. But so many people here are human looking, old habits die hard. And the person he's approaching looks human. ...honestly he looks like some of the stuffier faculty that he's seen hanging around Berkley when they've visited Walther. Hi Aziraphale, here is a teenager approaching you with creepy screaming wormy things. "Do you know what they want? They won't stop screaming."

Help him, mister?


[ Wildcard ]

Feel free to find Quentin basically anywhere. He will roam. And need help settling in. Or catch me at seasided if you'd like to plan something out.

Comments

Arrival

[thermalwind]

“Hey.” Keith steps out of the shadows with ease and watches the other with a wary eye. In dreams he had been in armor with his hair pulled back in a braid. Here he’s in a dark t-shirt, black hoodie with a purple paw print over the chest, blue jeans, and dark boots. His dark hair falls over his face and does nothing to hide the dully pointed ears he got from his mother or the subtle cut of his face that says one of his parents wasn’t human.

The sickle at his belt is made of things from the tide and coral, slick with salt water and alive. He waits a moment before he says, “You have questions, I’ve got answers. Let’s go. Some of the creatures active right now are really dangerous.”

He checks the knife against his back then nods to himself. His hands are clawed, his teeth too sharp. It’s been a little stressful. “You jear hissing, you run. Whatever the damn green things are they explode.”

Re: Arrival

[blindfoster]

Quentin stares for a moment like he's trying to place where he knows this guy from, and it takes him a few seconds as the hazy dreamlike memories filter up and through and into his conscious awareness. "Keith?" That was the name, right? Yeah, he's confident he has that right. So was it not a dream? Or not entirely a dream?

He'll leave that question unasked for now -- at least, unasked out loud anyway; it may be obvious in the visibly wide-eyed stare he's still giving the other man -- as he nods in full agreement. "I have so many questions." Just as a forewarning. But he nods, soggy and sand-covered and just grateful to have someone to speak to, someone who may even know what's going on here.

"Uh..." Well. That's a warning. "Got it. Run from hissing. I definitely don't want to explode."

[thermalwind]

“I have time and yeah, it’s Keith. We met on Mu.” He turns to face the woods he just left and a large blue wolf lifts himself up and falls in step with Keith. They move like old partners who have traveled together for years.

He breathes in deep and the inhuman traits slowly draw back. His ears round themselves and his teeth look normally but nothing fixes the cut of his face and body. “Dunno what it was trying to tell us. This way to the temple. You should know where the portals are.”

[blindfoster]

"The weird not-dream place, yeah." Mu. He only startles a little at the large wolf. Sure, why not. It's not like one of the household pets where he's from isn't a cat-shaped rose bush.

"The portals?" Quentin echoes, curiosity overriding the slowly creeping dismay at apparently having found himself somewhere strange and far from home and friends. "Are they fixed portals?" That's an impressive spell if so.

[thermalwind]

“More like pools but, they’re the fast travel system here.” He says as he glances around the forest. Nothing hisses. He relaxes a little then something wails in the distance. The wolf whines and Keith brings his hand up to his head and keeps walking. A headache is already starting to build from the baby lorbies’ cry.

“If you have any tech on you with a rune inscribed on it...that’s how to power it.” He adds through gritted teeth. The cries get louder and Keith snarls. “Walk or run faster. When one of those is crying it will bring everything to us.” The wolf vanishes in a burst of blue light and appears ahead of them, picking up speed. If Quentin turns his head to the side there is a small wriggling snake like thing with the face of a furby. A short ways beyond it is a small horde of the critters slithering along.

creepers

[counterblows]

"Fuck!"

Wash had the thing in his rifle's sights, was just about to open fire, and then it up and explodes, rendering all of his efforts up until that point utterly moot. God. He grunts, irritated, between his teeth, straightens up, and oh, good, there's a civvie that was nearly caught in the crossfire.

Never mind that a dude in fully-functional power armor is probably not the best thing to see advancing upon you. Wash strides right for him.

"Did it get you?"

Re: creepers

[blindfoster]

Yeah. A dude looking like he stepped out of a sci-fi movie -- or maybe one of those video games that Raj is so infuriatingly good at -- is not what Quentin is expecting. He may need to adjust his expectations in this place over all, and he makes that note as he stares, looking from the man speaking to the crater left by the thing that exploded and back again.

"I..." Words. Try words. He shakes his head. "No, I'm okay. My ears are ringing a little." Said ears are currently covered in illusion so they look rounded and human instead of pointed and like he's on his way to a Lord of the Rings convention. "What was that? It exploded." In case Wash hadn't noticed. "Did it mean to do that? Didn't it destroy itself? How does that make any sense?"

[counterblows]

"I was going to shoot it before it went off, but I guess that doesn't matter now." Could be worse. It could've taken out some actually vital buildings, or something along those lines. He glances down at the guy, gives him a once-over. Yeah, looks civilian to him. Hard to say, though. Someone not used to being approached to a dude in UNSC-issue power armor.

"These things have been popping up all over. No idea why, but they don't blow up until they get close to someone. Best to pick them off at a distance."

[blindfoster]

"Yeah, it sort of beat you to it. A little." Given the blast radius though, what this guy says makes sense. Quentin nods. And he certainly does look like a civilian, and a young one at that, nineteen and currently dressed like any modern teenager. The clothes are an illusion. The youth isn't.

"That makes sense. Too bad all I've got is a knife. Guess I'll ave to get better at avoiding them." A brief hesitation. "Does anything else around here explode randomly?"

Arrival

[journalname]

"Yes?"

The disguise may have been a little moot, because the person who comes out of the treeline is most assuredly not a human. Asgore is a tad surprised to see an unfamiliar face - he still remembers when newcomers all arrived in groups around the same time. Perhaps that has stopped for good?

Carefully, he starts making his way down to the beach proper. "Howdy! Have you just come here?"

Re: Arrival

[blindfoster]

Not human is actually comforting and something in Quentin eases juuuust a little, though he can't help but look curious. Sure, he knows bridge trolls and all manner of various Fae folk from different races and of different sizes and shapes, but this is still new. He offers a tentative smile, since this guy seems friendly, and that's a good start.

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't exactly come here, since that sounds like it involves a choice or at least awareness. I more or less wound up washing ashore here. Wherever here is."

And now he's wet. And covered in sand. And confused.

[journalname]

"Oh, no, that sounds very typical." Was his language not clear? Asgore shrugs, a little sheepish. He knows that this is a shock, and he tries his best to be sympathetic, but at this point it is very old hat for him.

"No one chooses to come here. It happened much like that for us all...though when I arrived, the ocean was frozen." He scans the horizon; it was probably somewhere around here, though at this point he hardly remembers. That was probably better than washing ashore, although the walk across the ice was rather dangerous at his weight. "I am sorry to say that we do not know a way back."

[blindfoster]

"Frozen I could deal with. Better than wet." He's extra grumpy about that given the fact that he's spent way more time than usual in the water back home too, most of it as a temporary merman. He doesn't mind the water usually, but boy is he ready to not be soggy for a long stretch.

Quentin's expression twists into a frown. "So we're stuck here. That isn't good. People are going to be looking for me. It'll cause a lot of trouble." International incident in Faerie levels of trouble, given the whole crown prince to the high kingdom of the Westlands in hiding thing.

Something at the back of his mind reminds him this shouldn't be an issue though, something he heard in a dream. It hasn't quite surfaced just yet. So he shakes his head and remembers he probably ought to try having manners. "I'm Quentin."

Creepers

[agathokakological]

Crowley heard hissing, and as a creature quite used to making those noises himself, as well as a piece of very fresh meat on this island, made the terrifying mistake of following it. He had been across the way some bit, peeking carefully behind the brush which hadn't exactly camouflaged him. Perhaps he was what set the thing off in the first place, one may never know.

He didn't so much scream at the explosion as he did yelp and grunt heavily, tossing himself into the ground. No need to get himself discorporated in a place like this. It isn't until he hears the other man's cries that he pushes himself back up, glancing about until he spots the source of the voice.

"Oi, you there! Did you do that?"

[blindfoster]

It takes Quentin a minute to locate the person who spoke -- mostly because he's busy staring mouth agape at the blast radius, trying not to think about what would've happened if he'd been any closer -- but he does find him and instead turns his staring on Crowley.

"Did I do what? Make it explode and nearly blow myself up in the process?" A quick shake of his head, definitive. "It did it on its own."

And then just in case Crowley had been wondering, "This place is messed up."

[agathokakological]

He takes a moment to dust himself off, before quickly moving over the blast zone where the other man had been standing.

"No shit," he mutters, stepping around a part of the ground that was still smouldering, "Are they strapped with explosives, then?"

Crowley asks this question as if the other man is to know the answer, he's only been on the island for a brief amount of time, and is still learning all of its secrets.

[blindfoster]

"I didn't see any? But I wasn't exactly looking for it." He sure had not been expecting the strange looking thing to blow up. Quentin is used to strange creatures and things being more dangerous than they look, but that's an entirely different level.

He's looking at the blast radius now, frowning at it. "At least there's not a lot of shrapnel..." Is that comforting? That might not be comforting. "I've only been here two days and this place has tried to kill me multiple times." Starting with trying to drown him in the ocean.

[salutosinedelectat]

A couple of weeks. He's been here a couple of weeks, barely a breath as far as he's concerned, and it's...a lot to deal with. Copious amounts of information to process. Books to read, answers to find. Processing the existence of other deities. The nagging feeling of exhaustion.

He's been doing pretty well, he thinks. He's not terribly excited about the amount of things that attack and bite and hiss and the explosions he keeps hearing in the distance, but he can keep his mind on track and focus on his searches.

Until there's a bunch of small screaming creatures accompanying a slightly distressed voice, and, quite honestly, he's not sure what he expected to see, when he turns around.

"Hum." What. What are those. Why are they fuzzy and beaked so long? And loud. "I'm-- so sorry, I can't say I do."

[blindfoster]

The explosions are awful, Aziraphale. Quentin will happily fill you in on this if he gets the chance, because he's the type of good kid who doesn't want to see other people blown up. He's nice like that.

He's still holding the creepy wiggly things, wincing when they won't stop their screeching. "They're probably going to get louder. And there's a ton of them."

He frowns, looking down at them. "I bet they get bigger too. Are they new around here or something?" Here's Quentin assuming this guy must've been here a while? Maybe?

[salutosinedelectat]

The world does need more people who will step forward and help others not get caught in explosions. 

Aziraphale makes a bit of a face as he watches the strange little creatures scream and wiggle and scream some more, and while he’s not an expert on fauna, he can’t say he’s ever seen anything that looks like whatever these are.

“I-“ It’s incredibly distracting. Are they getting louder? “I’m afraid I haven’t been here quite long enough to say.” He realizes he isn’t sure how much time has actually passed.

“Where did you find them?”

[blindfoster]

He'll make a great king someday for that trait alone.

Quentin, helpfully, moves to more or less drop one into Aziraphale's hands. Here. One for you, Aziraphale. They're definitely getting louder.

"In the brush. But they're everywhere. There's a ton of them. And they're all screaming. If they don't stop we'll all go deaf before too long. Or at least wind up with a migraine."

slides in late, creepers!

[lesbeau]

It's almost as soon as he says that he'll hear a response from somewhere nearby, unseen. "Oak and ash? That's a new one."

There's no other movement for a moment, but if Quentin looks around, he may see a girl perched on a branch in a nearby tree and dressed like a martial arts fighter. She looks perfectly normal, other than squatting in nature, but she is looking at him carefully from her position and won't speak again until he's found where she is.

"Did you make it do that, or did it go off on it's own?"

[blindfoster]

"Oh. Right. I meant fuck." Is that better? More human sounding anyway, so he'll go with that, given that he's still definitely wearing his human illusion. Even as he's speaking, he's tracking the source of the voice. It takes him a moment or two before his gaze finally comes to rest on-- ah. Girl in a tree.

He's quick to shake his head. "I didn't do anything. It just exploded all by itself."

[lesbeau]

The 'proper' curse does make her chuckle, a mirthful rise and fall of her chest. Still, she doesn't quite come down, gaze traveling away from him to the surrounding area before it settles on where the creeper exploded.

"Huh. Well, that's weird. Looks like all of 'em do that but there's no good reason to uhhh, to why." Part of the reason she's decidedly not on the ground right now, that is-- they either can't climb trees or she's never seen one do it, which makes the up much safer than the down. "Guess you just got unlucky. Or the trigger is something you have."

[blindfoster]

"That's screwed up," Quentin announces because yeah, things shouldn't just explode. That's not something any living thing should do. It destroyed itself. With his luck it was a squirrel or some other small critter that set it off.

"I'll vote unlucky. That sounds about right for the way things are going lately." And then curiously. "Why're you up in a tree?"