[closed] dancing on the wind

[assembles]

Who: Steve Rogers, Thancred Waters, and various
When: June 19 - 25
Where: The Feywilds
What: Assorted Feywilds event stuff!
Warnings: TBD

[ Closed event starters below! PM me / find me on Plurk at demonology if you wanted anything in particular for the event. ]

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[ofthesword]

[A power that fuckin' sucks ass, if you ask him, especially if she can't control it -- which, as far as he's seen, she can't. Like it just happens sometimes, thrown at her like a coconut from behind, without warning. Knocking her brain around. (Might explain some things.)]

Goddamn hope so. I need some action. [Even if it's to fight the giant gave guy. Not that he seemed particularly demonic or human-hungry, but. You know. There's a chance.

Nero pauses in his scrubbing to frown, his white brows drawn together.] Geralt told you to ask me about tracks? He knows I'm not a tracking guy. [Not that kind of track. Though -- all right, so he's done a little, and learned more than he ever wanted to, mostly through osmosis of hanging out with Aloy so much on their kill runs. (Animals and kidnappers, not people.)

Nero looks up at the ceiling as he tries to think back. There was obviously a lot of shit happening, but the one thing he does care about is getting more answers about what happened there. Because he still... not all of it makes sense. Hell, most of it doesn't.] I could have, man, but seriously, I don't know if I'd remember. Maybe if you showed me in the Horizon or somethin'. It was completely flat, but like... human? Like a G.I. Joe foot? [Huh. Sure, it sounds weird, but he's seen demons with freakier feet.] Where'd you find these tracks?

[funbreaker]

[ While some might take offense at Nero hoping that an opportunity to fight something might reveal itself, Thancred can understand to some degree. It's never comfortable, feeling as if one is sitting idle. Thancred also likes when he can put his skills to use, even if that means that unpleasant things are happening. It's not that he hopes they will, so much as he understands that it's inevitable in most cases.

In that sense, Abraxas and Etheirys are quite similar.

Not a tracking guy, Nero says. Thancred doesn't lose hope just yet, as there's still a chance that something will have stuck in Nero's mind, even if tracking isn't his forte. Nor does he blame him for tracks being the last thing on his mind in all that confusion. Instead of shutting it down completely, Nero poses a few more questions. ]

I could even show you outside. I recreated one for Geralt. [ He has no idea what "G.I. Joe" is, but he's just going to breeze past that for now. ] Yes, more or less human-sized, but completely smooth. [ He draws out a vague shape with his hands. ] I found a set in Thorne, outside of any of the major settlements, and then another set in the forests of Solvunn when I was investigating mushroom rings with Himeka.

[ While he was using Nero's room, at that, but he won't bring up such a sore spot now. ]

[ofthesword]

Oh. Yeah? [He perks up. Nero's like a fish on a hook when the idea of doing something, especially solving apparent goddamn mysteries, pops up. Even better if it'll help Geralt out... or figure out something Geralt couldn't.] Sweet. Do that when we're dry.

[He's already finishing scrubbing up, now that the snake's blood and acid is all cleaned off. He's feeling fresh as a fiddle, and now he's even got a little shit to look after, even if --

Even if his shoulders tense at mushroom ring. He is not. Fuckin' scared. Of fungus.] Good. If she saw 'em too, that means she knows where they are. [Which means he can follow up. Fat chance they're still there, but whatever made them could be.] I don't got shit to do. I'll see if I can find more.

[funbreaker]

[ Thancred nods as he drags a hand back through his hair to dislodge some of the water, sensing that Nero is eager to get out of the baths now that he's been given a task, even if it's one he can only follow up on once they're returned to their respective factions. ]

Aye, she should be able to show you to the general area. Whether or not there are any more of them will certainly tell us something. As you can imagine, it's a bit more of an ordeal for me to try to return to that specific part of Thorne.

[ They're not allowed to travel that far afield unless under special circumstances. He could take the portal to Borrel and see if he could get away with riding out from there, but he'll see what Nero comes up with first.

With that, he stands up out of the bath and reaches for his nearby towel, wrapping it around his waist. His body and hair shimmer with the special properties of the fey water, and he can't help but think there's a time when he could have put this sort of effect to good use, while charming fine ladies into sharing sensitive information with him.

A different time, and a different him, or so it feels to him. ]

now we can wrap! 🎀

[ofthesword]

[Nero is eager; Thancred's nailed him there. Anything to get out of sitting around at parties. It's about the one thing he can't stand doing here (and yet he keeps coming, anyway. Sue him.)

He hops out and very quickly wraps up himself in a towel, maybe weirdly modest for someone who talks like he does. Wanda's helped keep his hair short, though, and it just takes some rubbing with a hand to get most of the water out.]

Yeah, I bet. Heard they keep you on a tight leash over there. [Sounds shitty, if you ask him. He never would've made it. Might've blown a hole through a roof just to escape. He has no idea how Dante puts up with it, and he doesn't ask.]

Come find me when you're decent and we'll get this show on the road. [He's way beyond ready to get out of this place. Between Lucifer and that fuckin' snake eating him (admittedly, kind of cool) he's almost missing Solvunn.]