open ♔ may castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during May/June [ forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:
Vi @ the desk
Klaus @ the desk
Maxwell @ the desk
Aurelius @ Dragon's Fire wing
Gar @ the library
Dovan @ 2nd floor pub
Mark @ castle grounds
Lila @ the firing range
Abigail @ library/grounds/kitchen/training rooms
Spike (Kyp) @ people's rooms
Mars @ the library
Sebastian @ front steps
Alaric @ Dragon's Hoard wing
Myri @ cleric's wing, etc.
Spike @ infirmary/kitchen/outside/etc
Elena @ her room
Buffy & Kyp (and Fred) | Closed
Jack @ the cleric's wing
Kyp @ the dungeon
Spike, Buffy, & Helen | Closed
Rose @ various
Lila & Hook | Closed
Han @ the firing range
Brantley & Andrew | Closed
Vi & Des @ the garden
Failboat @ pancake brunch | Closed
Faye @ the library
Alanna @ the firing range
Jaina's induction party
Alex & Abigail | Closed
The Doctor @ the castle grounds
Elena & Helen | Closed
Dumage & Damon | Closed
Lila, Sylar, & Helen | Closed
Damon @ the bar/various

Comments

vi & des; the garden

[graveflowers]

[ healing magic is easy to test -- either they stop bleeding or they continue gushing blood and die and then, you know, it's pretty fucking obvious that oh btw that sure as shit didn't work.

defensive magic? not so much. sure she could kill a dummy, but she prefers organic life forms. sue her, it's a flower power thing and she's used to her regular flower power so learning how to use this new magic needs a personal touch. but she doesn't want to use her personal touch on her boyfriend even though he built like a tank. (or buffy or spike -- though spike is more that he's a vampire and she could possibly accidentally kill him, although that wouldn't have been a problem with kyp. foiled.) magic is different that stabbing finnick with her sword.

which is why she hunts down des and wheedles some help out of him. he can't die! and she can heal him! it'll be fine! (will it though, will it????) she shifts back and forth on her feet and the errant anxiety causes little wildflowers to spread out across the grass. ]

You're 100% sure I can't kill you, right?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des is Rusty Ryan in Ocean's 11 right now in that he's finishing off a pile of crisps (because that is how the British say it!) he nabbed from the kitchen before he was brought out here.]

Unfortunately. [Only Des can be that casual about death... well, I guess Vi can too. Their lives are hard. He glances down at the wildflowers sprouting.] Is this gonna involve thorns?

[graveflowers]

Actually, yes. It is. [ des, how did you know that was the spell she wanted to test! she actually brightens at that, because vi has always been way too excited about the vicious aspects of her power than the more delicate side of it. ] I'll work up to it and then I can show you the thing I learn that I can do to your gun if we run into any vampires that aren't Spike.

[nothingsodivine]

[He wipes chip grease off on his pants.] Just preparing myself for it.

[Immortality doesn't lessen pain and thorns hurt like a bitch.] I just got that thing enchanted by the old bastard who runs your magic sect. A little more and I'll be armed for bear.

[AND THEN BUFFY CAN STOP HARASSING HIM ABOUT IT. YAY.] Let's do it.

[graveflowers]

It's magical sunlight! [ look at her glee! YOU CAN SHOOT VAMPS ON FIRE, DESMOND. but then she backs up a little and gets ready for the violence, shaking her hands out and taking a few bracing breaths.

raising her hand by her head like she's going to throw a baseball, she twists it down in front of her and opens her fist. a one foot long barbed thorn shoots from her hand and hurtles through the air, embedding itself in des' shoulder. (heightened wicked barb atk 23, dmg 25) yeah, she lied about working up to it.

and she may or may not have jumped up and down in delight. your pain, her happiness. ]

[nothingsodivine]

Don't tell Archer about that. I don't know if he's capable of telling the difference between fake-Spike and real-Spike. And they already get along less than most people get along with Archer.

[Aww look at him... protecting Spike, because he and Spike get along better than him and Archer, I guess.

ALSO YEAH, HE PROBABLY JUST HOWLED LIKE A GIRL.] Jesus Christ. Don't look so happy about it. [Hold please for muffled swearing. Granted, that's barely a fraction of his HP, so it's not that bad, but ow ow.]

[graveflowers]

But it worked! [ she hurries forward, still smiling way more than she should considering she put her old man in loads of pain, but now myri can stop worrying, okay? she can defend herself. and she can do it violently.

her hands reach up to curl around the end on the thorn. ] Okay, I'm gonna pull it out. [ which sounds good considering it's pulsing and throbbing and might blow up into tiny little barbs? that would be bad. so yeah, let's get this out. ] Ready?

[nothingsodivine]

[Yeah, that looks horrifying.] Should it be doing that?

[Yes, he's ready. He's also horrified.]

[graveflowers]

I think so, that's why I'm pulling it out. Count of three. Ready? [ she doesn't count so he doesn't tense, just rips it out and drops it on the ground, waving her hand so the grass coils around it and sucks it back into the ground. whatever it was going to do it is not going to do anymore. ]

That is the coolest!

[ des is one of maybe four people that has gotten to see a genuinely happy smile come from vi. hilariously, finnick usually sees them when they're beating each other up so violence may be the answer. ]

[nothingsodivine]

See? We need you on Andres with us. You can pull a full Sleeping Beauty on the whole damn island. [He pulls his shirt down off his shoulder to examine the wound, which is slowly starting to close itself. Neat!] Just need Nick and Faith to get that god out of your noggin.

[graveflowers]

Yeah, well. I gotta get married first 'cause if this goes down hill I'm going down with a god damn wedding ring. [ basically luthir isn't getting out of this shit, just saying. ] I'm gonna heal that, 'kay? And before you say no, remember I'm training and I'm gonna beat you up again so... you know, deal with it.

[ she holds her hand out tentatively, she still wants him to say it's okay. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Considering it would take over a full minute to heal that... yeah, probably a good idea. He rolls his eyes, but nods at it.] Still think it's a waste of a spell. I can take whatever you toss at me without you needing to do that.

[graveflowers]

Yeah, but Finnick can't and Elena can't, so I still have to be good at it.

[ she lays her hand on his shoulder and immediately heals 20 hp.

...which then immediately transfers 10 subdual dmg to herself (heightened transfer wounds) which makes her hiss out a pained breath, but aside from that she doesn't react much. (will save 21) ] Voila! You're probably gonna have a scar. [ she shows him the still healing scar on her right hand from her adventure with aedan and astrid like ta-da. ] We can be twins. I have so many.

[nothingsodivine]

[He catches her pained breath, but since her will save was higher than his wis check, he shrugs it off. Clearly it's nothing. He moves his shirt back into place.]

I don't scar, Buttercup. Goes with the territory. [It's really hard out there for an immortal. Especially since how easily... other people scar. He casts a lingering look on hers and then shakes his head.] You ready to try the next thing?

[graveflowers]

Yep. [ she bounces back to the same spot she was before, though she keeps her arm -- her left arm, which is her dominant one -- down by her side so it doesn't jar the pain in her shoulder. she'll just have to do this shit right handed. ]

Too bad, I get to tell people I got bit by a shark and have proof, you just gotta hope people believe you. [ idk tho, she punched a dragon in the face, being bitten by a shark is not very unbelievable in vi's life.

raising her hand in the same way as before, she attempts to shoot another barb at des, but misses. she misses so bad. there is no way she could have missed more until it was a crit fail. (atk 7) so it just goes whizzing... right into the ground. THIS IS WHY LEFT HANDED PEOPLE SHOULD USE THEIR LEFT HANDS. ] Fuckballs.

[nothingsodivine]

Somehow I think living forever is its own proof. [Annnd she shoots and she misses.]

Can't hit the target every time. [HIS WIS WAS A NAT 20 THIS TIME, so he eyes the arm at her side suspiciously.] Why don't you try using your other hand, Vi?

[graveflowers]

'cause is pays to be ambidextrous? [ no roll needed, vi is rubbish at lying. and she doesn't bother keeping it up, just tugging at her tee shirt so he can see the wound on her shoulder that matches his. luckily her sports bra is absorbing most of the blood, but it doesn't seem to actually be bleeding, just bloody. ]

[nothingsodivine]

Jesus, Vi. [He hisses, but he doesn't say anything more, because saying ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF to Vi at this moment is a question no one wants the answer to.] You got a good healing practice in, but that's it. I'll heal myself. Got it?

[He waves a hand.] Now try to hit me again.

[graveflowers]

I can do it without all... this. Myri would have punched me in the face though so I had to test it on someone who wouldn't fight me. [ so she used a different healing on myri. she has all kinds of healing, like a healing smorgasbord. and she knew des wouldn't fuss because he gets it. as much as he can.

she mans up and uses her left hand again, which seems to be the key because damn if the next thorn she throws at him hits dead on. (wicked barb atk nat 20 son, 26 total; dmg 11) she whimpers like a wounded kitten, but whatever. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[THE PAIN IS REAL. GOD. Des cringes and goes to yank it out and then hesitates, because what if barbs.] Good shot. [Flinch] D'you know any other spells?

[graveflowers]

Not unless you're a vampire, but if I hit Spike the right way with one of these I'm pretty sure I could kill him. [ and spike is the only vampire she knows so she can't test her light magic on anyone else. it is one thing to stab finnick when they're sparring, it's quite another to impale him with a giant thorn that is creepily pulsing again. ...and does another 7 points of damage because neither he or vi immediately yanked it out again. :D sorry, des! that's what you get for your hesitation. more pain! /is an awful person ]

[nothingsodivine]

[OW FUCK. THE PAIN IS REAL. IT MUST BE BARB RELATED. Des yanks the thing out violently and tosses it.] I was expecting more of that vine bondage crap you pulled on the doppelganger. Only with thorns.

[graveflowers]

Oh, that's easy, I don't need to practice that. I've been able to do that since forever -- I used to build bridges for the legion. One time I lassoed a helicopter. [ oh the random specifics she remembers. acts of being badass. ] Want me to heal that?

[nothingsodivine]

And yet, you've never met a unicorn. [He examines the wound.] Nah, I'm good. D'you need to keep going?

[graveflowers]

Nah, I'll save you from further damage. Do you want to see that thing I can do for your gun or wait until you're not bleeding from a gaping wound?