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abraxaslogs2023-01-18 10:16 pm
burnyoudown) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-01-18 10:16 pm
January Log [OPEN]
Who: Kavinsky and OPEN
When: Early to mid January
Where: Nocwich and Kingdom of Thorne
What: Getting a tattoo, relaxing in hot springs, and doing the turtle task quest
Warnings: Nudity in the second prompt
i. Nocwich
[Kavinsky could be found stepping out of one of the tattoo parlors, where he'd just gotten a crown inked onto his chest, just below his collarbone. He'd talked before about wanting to get a tattoo, and this wasn't the one he'd really been thinking about, but it was a good stepping stone. It was also easier to cover up, though right now it was readily visible thanks to the low collar of his shirt. The one he really wanted would take considerably more time and more money, and though he had both of those things right now, he was trying not to draw too much attention to himself. As if he didn't stand out a little already by wearing white-rimmed sunglasses. In Nocwich. Where it was eternally dark.
He took a moment to admire his new tattoo in the reflection in the shop's window before turning.
Comment on his tattoo? Sunglasses? Something else?]
ii. Nocwich 2
[On a good day, Kavinsky didn't possess much shame. Today, as far as days went, was a pretty good one. He was sporting his new tattoo, as previously mentioned, and had discovered the hot springs. Which was to say, he wasn't wearing anything while he lounged in the hot water, careful to keep his tattoo dry. He'd never had one before but he didn't think he was supposed to be dipping it in hot springs already.
With his head leaned back and eyes closed, he was the picture of relaxed. Until he realized someone else was there. Cracking open an eye, he smiled.]
Water's great if you were wondering.
iii. Turtle Task | Thorne
[Sometimes, Kavinsky liked animals better than people. Animals didn't care about rumors or try to be your friend just to use you. So when he heard about the beached sea turtle, he found himself much more interested than if it'd been a ship run aground or something like that.
Since getting back on his feet, so to speak, and with his ability to dream mostly uninterrupted, he dressed somewhat differently than the natives and other Summoned. That said, a gray t-shirt and tan cargo pants might not have been entirely appropriate beach wear, but they suited him just fine. Besides, there were plenty of places to stash things like a pocket knife or a particularly small gun. Or both. You never knew when you'd need a weapon, sometimes.
Like for those birds. He'd been half tempted to shoot one at first, or at least fire into the air to scare them off, but it'd been impressed upon him that they weren't to be harmed, either. So that was why he had his hands full of an enchanted net while he watched the birds with more than a casual intensity. As soon as they'd gone for the sand crab bait, he flung the net neatly over them, moving in to make sure none of them escaped.
Except when he grabbed for one, it squawked indignantly and raked its talons across his arm even as he yanked back. The resulting wound wasn't as deep as it could have been, but fresh blood still welled up immediately on his pale skin.]
Little bitch.
[He said to the bird as he untangled it from the net and shoved it into a cage before inspecting his arm. He had no qualms about pressing the wounds to his shirt, even if it was sure to stain. He could get another, after all.
Turning to someone else who was also working to get the turtle back into the water, he simply said:]
Falconer gloves.
When: Early to mid January
Where: Nocwich and Kingdom of Thorne
What: Getting a tattoo, relaxing in hot springs, and doing the turtle task quest
Warnings: Nudity in the second prompt
i. Nocwich
[Kavinsky could be found stepping out of one of the tattoo parlors, where he'd just gotten a crown inked onto his chest, just below his collarbone. He'd talked before about wanting to get a tattoo, and this wasn't the one he'd really been thinking about, but it was a good stepping stone. It was also easier to cover up, though right now it was readily visible thanks to the low collar of his shirt. The one he really wanted would take considerably more time and more money, and though he had both of those things right now, he was trying not to draw too much attention to himself. As if he didn't stand out a little already by wearing white-rimmed sunglasses. In Nocwich. Where it was eternally dark.
He took a moment to admire his new tattoo in the reflection in the shop's window before turning.
Comment on his tattoo? Sunglasses? Something else?]
ii. Nocwich 2
[On a good day, Kavinsky didn't possess much shame. Today, as far as days went, was a pretty good one. He was sporting his new tattoo, as previously mentioned, and had discovered the hot springs. Which was to say, he wasn't wearing anything while he lounged in the hot water, careful to keep his tattoo dry. He'd never had one before but he didn't think he was supposed to be dipping it in hot springs already.
With his head leaned back and eyes closed, he was the picture of relaxed. Until he realized someone else was there. Cracking open an eye, he smiled.]
Water's great if you were wondering.
iii. Turtle Task | Thorne
[Sometimes, Kavinsky liked animals better than people. Animals didn't care about rumors or try to be your friend just to use you. So when he heard about the beached sea turtle, he found himself much more interested than if it'd been a ship run aground or something like that.
Since getting back on his feet, so to speak, and with his ability to dream mostly uninterrupted, he dressed somewhat differently than the natives and other Summoned. That said, a gray t-shirt and tan cargo pants might not have been entirely appropriate beach wear, but they suited him just fine. Besides, there were plenty of places to stash things like a pocket knife or a particularly small gun. Or both. You never knew when you'd need a weapon, sometimes.
Like for those birds. He'd been half tempted to shoot one at first, or at least fire into the air to scare them off, but it'd been impressed upon him that they weren't to be harmed, either. So that was why he had his hands full of an enchanted net while he watched the birds with more than a casual intensity. As soon as they'd gone for the sand crab bait, he flung the net neatly over them, moving in to make sure none of them escaped.
Except when he grabbed for one, it squawked indignantly and raked its talons across his arm even as he yanked back. The resulting wound wasn't as deep as it could have been, but fresh blood still welled up immediately on his pale skin.]
Little bitch.
[He said to the bird as he untangled it from the net and shoved it into a cage before inspecting his arm. He had no qualms about pressing the wounds to his shirt, even if it was sure to stain. He could get another, after all.
Turning to someone else who was also working to get the turtle back into the water, he simply said:]
Falconer gloves.