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abraxaslogs2022-05-16 03:34 pm
aquaveiled) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-05-16 03:34 pm
[CLOSED] oh the shrieking of the weeds
Who: Redhead Coven (Nero is an honorary redhead)
When: May
Where: Solvunn, Primary Settlement
What: Bountiful Buns Quest
Warnings: Hubris and karma
[ Himeka has been watching those little moth hares fly about the settlement with no small amount of curiosity. Truth be told, it looks like something she should be able to collect and she has mind to...gnab a few if she can. Just to see if she can. What she will do with it is hard to say, but being so used to having cute little random things follow her around, it feels right.
First things first though--they can make themselves contributing members of society before they become a menace. (That is mostly directed towards herself and Nero, of course.) When the Elders began to ask for any volunteers to step forward to help out with the invasion, Himeka readily offered her services as per usual and was only too willing to wrap her friends into it.
She thought it would mean capturing the Moth Hares she'd been wanting for herself...unfortunately it's very different.
Standing at the entrance to a fenced in garden, the sound of screaming plants is already making her horns hurt. Himeka wrinkles her nose. ]
...Makes me happy that all our crops are animals.
When: May
Where: Solvunn, Primary Settlement
What: Bountiful Buns Quest
Warnings: Hubris and karma
[ Himeka has been watching those little moth hares fly about the settlement with no small amount of curiosity. Truth be told, it looks like something she should be able to collect and she has mind to...gnab a few if she can. Just to see if she can. What she will do with it is hard to say, but being so used to having cute little random things follow her around, it feels right.
First things first though--they can make themselves contributing members of society before they become a menace. (That is mostly directed towards herself and Nero, of course.) When the Elders began to ask for any volunteers to step forward to help out with the invasion, Himeka readily offered her services as per usual and was only too willing to wrap her friends into it.
She thought it would mean capturing the Moth Hares she'd been wanting for herself...unfortunately it's very different.
Standing at the entrance to a fenced in garden, the sound of screaming plants is already making her horns hurt. Himeka wrinkles her nose. ]
...Makes me happy that all our crops are animals.
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It's only going to get worse from here.]
I don't know how I got dragged into this. You don't even have ears, H! You should be the one doing it!
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[wanda is also not really big on being here, having to handle these shrieking weeds. she's trying to massage at her temples, infusing herself with small bursts of magic to alleviate the migraine.
sighing, she is this close to just making a small hex for herself to put a layer between her and the rest of the world.]
Can't we just get rid of them?
1/2 (i hae to do two for wildly different icons)
I can hear just fine with my horns--my hearing is better, in fact!
[ Is it really? Doesn't matter. He doesn't know. ]
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Yes!
[ She exclaims, looking earnest with her tail popping up in excitement and everything. ]
Other than water, nutrient-rich soil, and sunlight...what are their demands? Not to be eaten? Not to eat dirt?
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[He holds up his hands. You know what? He's not asking. But he sure could've lived the rest of his life without knowing plants have thoughts. (Or is she fucking with him? She's gotta be fucking with him. Right?)
He squints at Himeka, watching where her gaze travels with a dangerous edge to his expression.] I've had horns, and I didn't hear anything better than normal, human ears, thanks.
[He will not elaborate.
He also, of course, does not extend the thought that Wanda might be reading his thoughts. He's going with the safe assumption that was a weird joke.]
I mean you can if you wanna piss off a bunch of Solvunn farmers. Old man said replant, not... get rid of.
[However Wanda wanted to do that. Light them on fire, maybe?] Here. Came prepared. [Sort of. He holds out three pairs of gardening gloves made of leathers, and. Okay. That's all he brought.
Oh, right. And a little bottle of mist.] Said spraying this might help, but. I say loser gets to spray the suckers. Rock, paper, scissors?
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[she echoes, giving nero a 'what the hell' look because it felt like he emphasized that weirdly. sometimes he comes up with the most random things to say, seemingly out of left field, and it leaves wanda more confused than anything else.
in any case, she puffs out an exasperated breath and grabs at the gloves, though doesn't put them on yet.]
You can do the spraying. [(she doesn't think it'll work). more importantly— himeka's question.] Now that you mention it— [give her a moment, as she pauses in silence and closes her eyes, brows furrowed, trying to track a thread of thought.] They're... mostly upset about being above ground.
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[ You won't catch her with that one, Nero. She knows that some creatures have ears and horns and...it's not the same thing! Horns will always be superior.
Should she be questioning why he had horns? Probably. But that's honestly one of the more normal things she can think of him being capable of after re-growing his hand. At least Wanda seems to get it, even having seemingly normal Hyuran ears herself. (Although she can read minds, so...it's probably a moot point there.)
But what Nero says makes no sense. ]
If you want to spray them why are you getting rocks and scissors involved?
[ You're a good guy, Nero, but sometimes you're more confusing than she is.
As usual, Wanda is the sensical one. ]
So...we should probably just stick 'em back in, right?
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[Yeah. Real normal human ears. Everyone here's definitely, 100% human. Even though Himeka's got a tail, Wanda makes beds and occasionally projects herself out of her body, and he's got two arms now.
Human's becoming a lot more relative than it was even at home.]
Wait, you're takin' her seriously? [He stares at Himeka, incredulous. Wait. He wasn't supposed to be asking about this. Take things in stride. Wanda can read plant thoughts. Plants have thoughts. No big deal. Yep. He's taking it in stride.
He no longer knows when they're fucking with him, to be honest.]
You'd think if that was all they wanted, they'd scoot their little asses back in the dirt. [He sighs, shoving the gloves on his hands, bottle of spray tucked under his arm.] Himeka, we really gotta teach you some modern games.
[At least the only thing that isn't surprising is the work's been foisted upon him. Even if he's pretty sure Wanda could just magically shove them back in.
Nero cracks his knuckles.] All right, ladies. Stand back and watch the master work.
[How hard could this be? They don't need three people for this. Shove 'em back in the dirt. Spritz. Easy peasy.
There's only a couple up and screaming, anyway. Nero kneels next to the closest plant, holding out the spray.] Hey, man. Easy. You got nothing to scream about.
[He spritzes the top of the plant with the scent, which is -- uh. Unique. He wrinkles his nose. The shrieking weed stills for a moment, as if considering the smell.
It then screams louder, and the leaves sticking out next to it start wriggling. Out pops another weed, and this one is louder and fucking pissed, apparently, that Nero tried adding a little lemon juice to the smell. (Look. The florals were overwhelming.)]
Uh.
[Help.]
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—rock, paper, scissors is a luck game. [she's doing the hand motions as she explains how rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. sometimes it's easy to forget that himeka's world is so different from her own, yet nero's is so similar. her reactions are endearing, really.] He should just do it himself anyway.
[a handwave of a conversation, set on the side as nero gets down to actually do the work he tried to delegate. he who grabs the spray gets to be the one to use it, you know!
so, as he works on his given task, wanda helps himeka with her gloves, using her magic so resize them to fit just right on her hands instead of being incredibly large for her. she is about to do the same for herself when they are interrupted by louder screaming.
—is that clove?—]
Nero, what did you do?
[when she turns back towards the man, there are a couple new weeds popping out from the ground, even louder than the few that were already out. unintelligible thoughts reach her mind, and wanda takes a step back; oh, the plants are pissed. they hate the fucking smell of the—
oh.]
Why are you spraying them!
[like she hadn't totally told him to go do it himself. wanda throws some magic forward, out of an outstretched arm, trying to capture the particles of the spray still up in the air, only to be surprised in the process. see, a shrieking weed decided to sprout right under her, removing her balance, and her spell going... a little haywire.
the container with the spray bursts, wanda lands on the ground holding her head, and the clove-like scent spreads on a radius around them.
oops?]
omg i thought i tagged this i'm terrible
But really, as soon as Nero tells them to "sick back and watch him work", Himeka has a sinking suspicion that things re about to go. Not well. Very quickly. She watches out of the corner of her eyes as she accepts the custom fitted gloves from Wanda and starts to put them on. (Truth be told she'd stick her hands in the dirt as is, but Wanda is always a thoughtful person and she's not going to turn down a gift.)
Then the screaming really starts. And her superior Auri hearing can feel it resonate very annoyingly in her horns.
What happens next can only be considered a series of very unfortunate events. Wanda, in her pragmatitism, tries to catch the spray mid-air and--well.
The bottle explodes.
More little cabbage beasts pop up around them, creating a hellish symphony, a mockery of their good intentions and testament to their immediate failure at what should be such a simple task. Himeka, despite how her horns are ringing, stands in the middle of it all as the screaming of one row of weeds begets the wakening of their neighbors.
She's never seen so many angry vegetables in her life. ]
...I don't think that worked.
no worries!! they're just stupid anyway
[But now that Wanda's asking him why the fuck he's spraying them, he's starting to question if they meant spraying the plants, not. The. Fuck. Oh. The wreaths. They mentioned wreaths. What the hell is a wreath? Wait, no, he knows wreathes. Kyrie made one once. It --
This is going really shittily, by the way.
And it quickly turns worse. He might have insane reflexes, but he's not fucking telepathic. So when the spray bottle explodes in his hand, it just. Goes. All. Over. Him.
Now he smells like an incense shop, and the plant he'd been grasping is screeching.] You fucking think?? Wanda, what the fuck? You made it worse!
[And the thing is still screaming. Loud enough his ears are starting to ring, now that the others are joining. So Nero screams back, shaking the plant in his hand.] What are you screaming at? Look, I can do it too! Ahh! Now we're all miserable!
[To be fair, the mandrake in his hand pauses, as if confused by the idea of being screamed back at. But it does nothing for the rest of the garden.]
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it feels like anything else they may try doing will just fuck things up more.
wanda turns her eyes to the sky, exasperated, muttering something likely unkind in sokovian. red starts glowing in her hands again; however, this time, the pulse of red magic across the field is not to try and contain any one specific thing. rather, it sweeps over the shrieking weeds, including the one that nero is shaking, and all of them just—
fall over, limp, and a small smile graces her, as if relieved, because it's fucking quiet.
still, she has to pick on nero.]
Were you really just yelling back at a plant?
[she turns back to himeka; is she okay, what with her horns and all? clearly, she doesn't really want an answer from nero. witnessing it was enough.]
They'll wake up when I remove the spell from them.
nero scaring the one plant is killing me
--Nero don't hit them while they're napping!
[ Okay. Good. Now that's taken care of...
She turns to face Wanda. (The adults are talking.) ]
We can probably just replant them as they are now then, right?
HE'S DOING HIS BEST
(heh)and rubs his ears, a ringing hitting them so suddenly and thoroughly through his head it's like someone's smashed a gong right next to him. Fuck. Do people really deal with this shit all the time? This sucks.This is the last time he helps anyone.]
It got it to stop, didn't it? [Yeah, like. One of them. Look. Not everyone can be a freakin' witch, okay? His talents lay with guns, demons and kids. Not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, rhetorical questions always get an answer with him. Suck it, Wanda.]
I'm not hitting anything! Sheesh. [Does he come off like some kind of Neanderthal? (There's a reason he doesn't ask out loud.) Himeka's got a point, though. The question is: why did Wanda not do this in the first place?
Why did none of them suggest it?
Moving on. He plucks up the plant that had been in his hand, punching a hole in the soil, then places it back inside. Pushes dirt on top until only the leaves are sticking out. Then, dusting dirt off his knees, he stands up.] There. Can you lift your mojo off of that one? Make sure bein' in the dirt's the only thing it wants.
we love him for it
Plants love water. Clearly this will placate them too, right? ]
Maybe we should put them all in first? At least they can't all pop back up at the same time, right?
punching a hole in the soil is Sending Me
[this is probably a testament that they are rather volatile individuals, more reactive than willing to allow for a moment to sit down, make a plan, and think things through. with a sigh, wanda proceeds to focus her magic to collect whatever she can from the spray, separating it entirely from the soil and plants and themselves.
nero punches holes into the soil, himeka creates orbs of water to appease them once they're planted. this is what they should have done from the start.
circling her hands together, she wraps the clove spray into the now-fixed glass bottle it came in. reaching for it, she carefully pockets it.
with several weeds underground and watered, wanda wakes them up gently, and—thankfully—they're quiet.]
We should have done this from the start.
sparda men just Hit Different
[Oh, yeah, there's that little brother tone coming out. Of course they ignore his suggestion! It's not to say Himeka's wrong, anyway.
And she's the one making the water. He placates himself by thinking if this doesn't work, if they don't want the water, then maybe they'll at least drown. That'll teach the little bastards not to fuck with anyone else's ear drums.
Punched holes or not, Nero is surprisingly delicate when he covers them up with dirt again, making a diamond shape with his index fingers and thumbs across the top of the plant, like Kyrie's showed him in her herbs garden, to pack the dirt over top so rain doesn't wash it away.
He brushes dirt from his gloves and his knees, popping the gloves off to tuck under his arm.
Somehow, miraculously, they've ended up with carefully measured rows of only green shoots showing.]
Hindsight's 20/20. Look, it's done, right? No one's gonna bitch at us now. Mission accomplished. We can officially claim to be gardeners now.