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Entry tags:
- arknights: elysium,
- delicious in dungeon: marcille donato,
- devil summoner: raidou kuzunoha,
- fate/grand order: okada izou,
- frieren: beyond journey's end: fern,
- genshin impact: wriothesley,
- gokurakugai: tao saotome,
- honkai star rail: march 7th,
- library of ruina: gebura,
- library of ruina: malkuth,
- limbus company: ishmael,
- limbus company: rodion,
- lobotomy corporation: yesod,
- original character: kaito nagano
[OPEN] RV Park Party
WHO: Any and all OUTSIDER personnel that wants in and their respective campervan companions. Or maybe you wandered out away from your group and found this commune.
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!
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[ Not that she's very well-versed in astronomy, but she can at least tell that much. ]
What about you, miss...?
are you okay with dm spoilers?
[ Marcille pushes herself up, bends her knees, and secures them with her arms. What a pretty person! ]
You slept outside a lot?
gimme! they will fuel my will to finally read it..
To her question, she nods. ]
I've been traveling with my teacher for a few years, now... We do spend a lot of nights in the wilderness in between villages and towns.
Well— I suppose that's all in the past, since I'm here now.
maybe this will finally get me to watch frieren... equivalent exchange
What were you learning?
noo that's too much pressure
Magic. I am... [ was? No, she doesn't want it to be "was." ] A mage's apprentice.
too late i already want to watch now 🥺
You're an apprentice! [ She rolls onto her knees and moves closer. ] I'm a mage myself, but I'm still studying. What kind of magic can you do?
falls to my knees
Attack and defense magic... magic for flying and a... variety of other tasks.
[ She looks thoughtful for a moment before she lifts her hands and conjures a few butterflies made out of mana to flutter from her open palms towards Marcielle. ]
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They're beautiful. [ She looks back at Fern, smiling brighter. ] You didn't even use a spell to conjure these familiars, did you? I didn't see you draw or write or say anything.
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It's a spell. For creating butterflies made out of mana. It's one of the first ones I ever learned...
[ Before long, they begin to flutter up into the sky, before dissipating entirely. ]
Not all magic requires vocalization, where I'm from. In fact, most don't. You simply need control of your mana, the knowledge of the spell and its components... and the ability to properly visualize its effects.
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Marcille watches the butterflies fade, searching the dark sky for any traces of them for a moment after. Then she looks back at Fern, lips raising in a smile. ]
Vocalizing or writing aside, it sounds like our versions of magic aren't actually too different. I've never tried to make a glowing familiar before, but I can summon balls of light with a spell. [ Marcille presses a finger to her chin and considers the blanket for a moment. ] I wonder if there's some way to channel them into shapes...
[ She shakes her head and looks back at Fern. ]
Anyway, I meant to answer before. My name is Marcille. What about yours?
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It's... nice. Already, Fern is glad that she approached Marcille. ]
My name is Fern... It's nice to meet you.
[ With a polite nod of her head. And, because she can't help her curiosity, she adds: ]
May I ask... are you an elf, Miss Marcille?
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No, don't think about that. She smiles wider, seemingly perking up. ]
I am! Are you one too?
[ Maybe Fern wearing her cloaking device. ]
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I'm a human. But Mistress Frieren, my teacher, is an elf. There are very few elves in our world, so it's a surprise to meet more here, even if we're from different places...
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[ She furrows her brows, but she's more dismayed than surprised by what Fern tells her. She leans back on her hands and sighs. ]
Actually, elves have a low birthrate where I come from, so the elf population is declining for us too. I wonder if other worlds besides ours have the same issue.
[ Food for thought. Maybe a planet with a big elf population might also have a solution... Either way, Marcille looks back at Fern and decides to change topics. ]
How old is your teacher?
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As ever, she's happy to talk about her teacher instead. ]
She's never said the exact number. Honestly, I doubt she even remembers it. She's mentioned being over a thousand years old, though. [ A beat, as her features pull into a flat expression. ] Not that she really acts like it...
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She... She's over a thousand? [ Her brows knot. ] Elves where I'm from only live for about four hundred years. Are you sure she's not mixed blood somehow?
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I don't believe so. She's over a thousand, and she claims that she's young, for an elf. I've met two others, and I... I think they might have been alive ever since the dawn of time.
[ Like. Genuinely. ]
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[ Marcille trails off, bringing a hand over her mouth. Muffled: ]
I... I can't even imagine what that's like.