TRAVEL ♔ will we melt away?

[luthir]

WHO || Belle, Luthir, Koraith, Violet, Robin, Reynard[Closed]
WHAT || Flight to Brazil
WHERE || An airplane
WHEN || April 4th.
HOW || Actionspam.

[This log is for any in-flight interactions on the plane ride to the mission site. Feel free to make your own threads/threadjack, etc. The flight time is approx eleven hours. Get to know your teammates, talk about the mission, ask questions, etc. etc.]

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[graveflowers]

[Oh lord a whole candy bar, Violet is planning their wedding. Her eyes literally light up as she takes it and snaps off a piece, popping it in her mouth.]

I love you a little bit right now.

[All conversation is momentarily lost. Oops.]

[smugfox]

That's understandable, I'm very lovable. Anyway, isn't it said chocolate's an aphrodisiac?

[He speaks as he breaks another piece off to put into his mouth.]

Would explain so much.

[luthir]

[ he stares past belle at violet for a long, considering moment, before finally looking away, seeming to think back. ] Very well.

I was on a mission during the Great War that ravaged Europe during the last century. British soldiers were simply giving up in the field, laying down arms and allowing themselves to be slaughtered with no rhyme or reason as to why. At first, it was believed to be a movement of mass suicide - a statement, the malaise of war.

The government suspected the enemy may be using magic to spread this effect, and turned to the Knights. I was dispatched with a team to investigate, and sent wading into the field of combat.

[untethered]

Are you feeling quite alright?

[graveflowers]

[The Great War, that was World War I. Violet is a soldier, that was her education. Especially because so many of the combatants were demigods.]

That doesn't sound like magic. That sounds like shell shock.

[faeconman]

[ He glances around a little, not really wanting to disturb the other passngers, but then sort of shrugs a bit and starts to sing quietly. ]

[faeconman]

Aye, I reckon there is. Are you any good at telling that difference?

[graveflowers]

So you're only lovable when you're plying people with chocolate then?

[untethered]

I think anyone can. One of those things makes you live your life in fear, and the other gives you hope. They're two very different feelings.

[luthir]

That was a possibility. However, what we met in the field seemed to suggest otherwise. Some of the men seemed to be going insane, clawing at the backs of their heads before finally lapsing into a state of complete apathy. It didn't take our Hoard member long to identify what was going on. A pack of thought drinkers had been drawn to the emotional frenzy of battle. They feed on intense emotion, and were latching onto soldiers, draining them slowly, and then shattering their psyches when they had finally taken all there was to take, leaving the victims as vegetables. The men were oblivious, because thought drinkers can turn invisible at will. They'd taken out nearly an entire garrison that way.

[graveflowers]

[ That is just monumentally fucked up and Violet is speechless. Literally speechless, she can't even ask what happened next because the idea of that makes her sick to her stomach. He couldn't just tell some story about the pretty half goddess who killed a monster with a train, could he? ]

1/-

[untethered]

[ yeah belle looks pretty aghast but manages to exclaim: ] How horrible! Did you manage to stop them all?

2/3

[luthir]

Luckily, thought drinkers are easily dispatched, once identified. They aren't very strong creatures, and what makes them dangerous is how easy it is for them to do their work entirely unnoticed.

[koraith]

... Luthir, perhaps your problem does not lie in your storytelling capabilities, but more in the stories you elect to tell.

[graveflowers]

I'm gonna have to agree with Koraith here. You couldn't have picked... any other story? You know what, think on it, and we'll come back to you. [That's not rude and dismissive at all, but he made her nose tickle like she was going to cry and that is equally rude.] I know I haven't been a knight for six billion years, but...

When I was sixteen I punched a dragon in the face. And possibly a shark once.

[koraith]

[ koraith looks a little appalled but he masks it well ] ... I certainly hope they deserved it.

[graveflowers]

Well he was trying eat me. He wasn't a friendly dragon like the one in the garden of the Hesperids.

[smugfox]

I'll say that I'm not sure about that, but better not to risk it.

Have some more.

[smugfox]

I'd not say alright, as such. But if you asked me if I'd like to curl up and pretend I'm not flying, I'd say no, and it'd kind of be a lie.

[smugfox]

[And Reynard listens, enthralled and amazed, because who can expect anyone to have a voice like that?

He watches Robin, eyes on him as he sits in the aisle between the seats. Perhaps he reads into the song and into how much feeling Robin brings into it, but who can blame him?

It's ethereal, not from this world. Beautiful.]

[luthir]

How did you manage to strike it in such close quarters without succumbing to its breath weapon?

[graveflowers]

Blue cheese dressing.

[untethered]

Do you like stories? [ that seems... out of nowhere, belle ]

[untethered]

Did you say dressing?

[graveflowers]

Uh-huh. It was either that or the fire extinguisher, but that tastes disgusting. Insert dressing, bye bye projectile vomit flames. But then, you know, he got mad at me and tried to eat me, so I punched him, got our crap and peaced out.

[Considering the girl weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet and is the size of an underfed teenager, it's kind of a big accomplishment. But it was either punching or shooting, so...]