the sickness ends.the temple.The Temple, shortly after Astoria's burst of energy, is in a constant state of growth. Trees are bursting into existence from seeds in mere seconds, flowers are growing wherever magic lands . . . and the Temple is abruptly a-buzz with energy, magic crackling throughout the air. You may find a tree in your house, or flowers suddenly growing along the walls, or plants wiggling their way through the stone walls of the buildings of the Temple. All of a sudden, the place looks very overgrown.
The Forest of the Fey seems to be responding in kind, too. Sprites are exceptionally active, darting out of the Forest and into the Temple with increasingly regularity, playing basic little tricks on the members of the Circle they can find. Flower crowns are made at an alarming rate, and there might be a few fruit-food fights that break out with the sudden abundance of peaches and apples that appear on the grounds. Learn how to duck!
With the magic comes the sudden fluctuation of energy: canon powers flicker on and off, as do the powers granted by Astoria. You feel more like yourself, you suddenly have access to energies you did not have previously in the Temple However, it's a double-edged sword -- it is not constant, and it may be more trouble than its worth.
And, remember: the Sickness is not fading immediately. If you make it to Stage 3, then you're stuck with sensory deprivation for at least another week or two. Sorry, friends.  lake dona.Lake Dona is a massive body of water, stretching outward for so far that it almost seems like an ocean until you see that the water is fresh. It is surrounded by long, leafy trees that dip into the water and has a variety of ancient ruins scattered around it -- weathered stones set into circles at seemingly even intervals, old buildings that seem to mirror the Temple in construct.
In addition to the ruins, there are a network of caverns tucked along the water’s edge, just underneath the surface on the western side of Lake Dona, that appear to go underground into murky darkness. The actual entrance to these caverns seem to be underwater, seemingly guarded by merfolk, but poking around may seem to be more trouble than its worth.
There is plenty of wildlife to be found within the lake itself, ranging from freshwater mermaids who would rather you stay the hell out of their backyard to a rather large and suspiciously friendly plesiosaurus-like creature (some would say that she prefers to be called Nessie) that seems intent on checking out who you are. The lake teems with odd-looking fish, most of which seem to be okay to eat, and plenty of plant life! But who knows what lurks in the depths below . . . that giant sea-monster looking thing has to be eating something.PROMPT IDEAS: Here are some prompt ideas for this new area! However, don't feel limited to such ideas! Feel free to fish, to explore, to swim, to poke around . . . it's always possible Astoria may check in on your character, too, once she is feeling better! ;)
1.) The Great Pumpkin The overgrowth of plants have caused a massive growth spurt in a lot of the trees, including the fruit trees that sprinkle themselves throughout the Temple. However, the fruit themselves seems to be growing at a rather . . . alarming rate, resulting in a few pumpkin-looking squash growing to the size of small boulders in the fields. Hope you have a lot of spare time on your hands to make a hell of a lot of Temple-pie, because these squash aren't going anywhere anytime soon.
2.) Food Fight!: Those damn sprites are at it again, and are collecting fruit off the ground and throwing it at people. Fight back, organize, and conquer! Or not. It's probably better to just not.
3.) Part Of Your World: The mermaids within Lake Dona are a suspicious lot, and they don't take kindly to strangers stomping through their territory. However, they are receptive to music, so if you are so musically inclined, they will definitely be more inclined to be a little more playful than territorial. If you aren't? Have fun getting tossed into the lake head-first by a bunch of pissed off mermaids who want you to get the hell of their lawn. They don't take kindly to your type around here.
4.) Nessie: Within Lake Dona is a massive plesiosaurus-type creature which seems to be . . . oddly friendly? It seems to pop up at the most inconvenient of times. Are you sitting on the edge of the lake enjoying the water? Enjoy a massive ass dinosaur sticking its impressively long neck out of the lake to check you out and also scare the bejesus out of you. That being said, Nessie is an extraordinarily friendly being, and will even give you laps around the lake if you ask nicely!
5.) Caverns: The caverns within the lake are dark, deep, and menacing The merfolk inform you that you cannot go there -- no one can, but the merfolk sure seem to be keeping a careful eye out on it. Testing the boundaries indicates a weird magical field around the entrance of the cave, that works like a bit of a forcefield. Weird, right? |
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Oh yeah, tons of other things. Like uh, standing around over there. Or standing around in that other place. Or, I don't know, brooding in my room. I don't know how you keep your schedule busy in this place, but I must not of learned how yet, cause mine's pretty open.
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Well, what kind of skills do you have?
[Completely missing the potential bite or humor there, Konoha just asks cheerfully, pausing in petting only long enough for Sumo to start nosing for more to remind her to go back to tousling his furry ears.]
Like me, I do a lot of cooking... I've been plowing some fields... planting...
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[Then he thinks about her actual question for a second, pursing his lips.]
Anyway I uh, don’t think that’d work for me. If someone here gets murdered, I don’t know, maybe you can call me, but in a place like this I don’t exactly have a lot of marketable skills. Mostly I’m good at sitting around which, hey, is coming in handy.
[Both in general and now. He’s willing to sit here as long as slightly scary, polite horse girl wants to bond with his dog. At least that gives him something to look at.]
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[There's a moment when he says "murdered" where she looks confused, but she remembers- Connor had said he helped solve mysteries like that. A bit weird to her, because... an actual police force using technology and such to investigate deaths? Amazing.]
No offense, but... I hope you don't have to use that skill here.
[No murder, please... It makes Sumo sad. Or maybe that's Konoha's petting his snout and kind of making it look like he's frowning.]
Are you sure you can't do anything... while sitting? Fishing, maybe? Or basket weaving?
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[Ah, it seems Konoha has activated Hank’s stubborn old grump mode. Not that that’s hard to do. It’s always active in the back of Hank’s mind, on standby, waiting for its moment.]
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[Konoha's brightness doesn't seem to dim at all in the face of elderly man grump- after all, her own father was getting on in years, he had his own stubborn streaks.]
Shouldn't we do as much for ourselves as we can? When the witch sends us out to other places, we don't have the ghost things.
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Yeah, but I’ve heard when we go on our little field trips we’re really supposed to be saving the world, you want me to sit around weaving baskets then?
[Her other point, the one he doesn’t actually have a comeback to, we can just ignore that.]
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Well, you never know when you might need something. In the last world everything was metal and there was no good food, so... I think it's just best to know a lot of useful skills.
[She leans down to rub the dog's sides, wondering for a moment if it would like being picked up. Cats liked being picked up, right?]
Is there so much technology like metal people in your world that people don't know how to do things anymore?
[It... was worded kind of insultingly but she doesn't sound mean so???]
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[He goes to lean back on his hands, but not being able to feel when his palms are touching ground makes him misjudge and he dips for a second before correcting himself with a curse and a glare down at himself.]
So, how much did that farming help you out on roboworld? Anything sprout before you had to leave?
[Now see, unlike her, Hank does intend his comment to be mean. A little bit. He means it to be pointed, anyway.]
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[Wow, he really was having trouble balancing... maybe he was older than she thought he was???
The pointed nature of his comment doesn't quite escape her this time, but it also doesn't seem to actually phase her. Even if he did want to be a bit condescending about it... he was new, and confused. It was tough, coming here... so-]
Well, with food we're trying to prepare before we go. You know, take some supplies with us just in case.
[Curiously, she leans down a bit farther... and goes to pick up Sumo entirely. He might be a big dog, but centaurs had far more strength to draw on than humans, and she was curious if he'd like it. ... Though she ends up holding him like a burping baby, unsure of any dog specific holding styles.]
My radishes are coming in really good... and so are the yams.
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[Well she won't have to wonder if he's old for a little bit because Hank abandons his attempts to lean over real quick. He straightens up, eyes wide, and just stares at Sumo. Sumo doesn't seem to know what to do with the whole thing; he shifts around like he thinks he's being pushed somewhere but doesn't know where to. His back legs move like they want to push off against something, and his front paws pat at her shoulders, like he's making little, aborted attempts to pull himself up the rest of the way. He doesn't seem distressed; just really, really confused, and the way he turns his head to look at Konoha makes Hank give an amused snort, incredulous as Hank still looks.]
How much can you fuckin lift?
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Ah- me?
[She blinks in surprise, prancing about to face Hank better now that the dog was blocking part of her vision.]
A few hundred pounds I guess?
[There's no gyms with weights on them in medieval Japan, but-]
If it's my back, it's more... and if I'm just hauling then, as much as a tree or two?
[If she sounds like she doesn't consider it a big deal, it's because... she kind of doesn't. After all, she's known some stallions who were even stronger.]
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[It deserves saying again. Look at her, holding Sumo like that like it's nothing. Speaking of -]
Uh, he might try to climb on your back if you keep him like that. He's not used to being held, I don't uh, don't think he knows he's supposed to stay there.
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[Konoha doesn't have the more scientific understanding of her own anatomy to explain that her base strength comes from having her human muscles anchored in the heavier, more powerful equine half, or to know what ways her muscle structures differ, primarily along the spine...
So! She's just blue collar, okay?
At Hank's warning, though, she freezes up a bit, eyes widening as she tries not to move.]
Uh- is it okay? I mean- I don't... mind if he does... I guess... I've carried my parents they're heavier...
[Should she keep still while the dog moves???]
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[Hank grimaces a little. His life has become a drug trip. It's probably for the best if he tries not to think about that.]
So uh, do what you want but uh, be careful, okay? With him. I mean, no offense, but I think you can take care of yourself. The worst he might give you is uh, maybe a couple scratches by accident, I'm mostly worried about if he can stay on your back if he gets up there.
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[Also having never been in this situation, Konoha is frozen with indecision for a moment, blinking quietly before she just... leans over to set Sumo down as carefully as she can. He said he was old, right, so if he fell off her back that wouldn't be good, right???]
Okay! I don't want him to fall... is this better?
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[Once Sumo's settled on the ground again he snorts, shakes himself off, and begins to explore his way around Konoha, sniffing at her hooves.]
Not that seeing a Saint Bernard ride a centaur wouldn't be an amazing, bizarre addition to this whole stupid dream but, you know.
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Haha, yeah... too bad it's not a dream...
[She gets distracted a minute, looking down at her own hoof- oh, she should file them... Wait, focus.]
The witch said that when we go home, time won't have passed at all, but... that sounds so impossible...
[But... so did being here in the first place, so.]
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[If he'd met her when she first arrived, then she would surely have agreed with him, but.]
You can't dream for three months...
[Can you???]
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[Those aren't the only options, but they're the ones easiest to talk about. Hank watches Sumo complete his circuit around her, then sit down in front of her, looking up expectantly again.]
Doesn't that make more sense? I mean, I can't be the only one who keeps thinking all the shit here's too unbelievable to go along with. There must be something you've looked at and gone, 'no, that can't be right'. Then again I mean, you're what you are, so maybe not.
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I mean... I've had dreams where like... time passed but you don't really know how? You like blink and then suddenly you're married with two colts?
[You know, those dreams, Hank? With your half horse children.]
But I never... remember every day. And if you're in a coma, what am I doing?
[It's somewhat way easier to not be afraid of dogs and just lean down to pet Sumo again when discussing something as weird as this.]
It's unbelievable, but... I'm not crazy...
[RIGHT???]
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[See, Hank giving her some kind of existential crisis is helpful. Sumo certainly seems to think so, settled there, enjoying the petting.]
You don't seem crazy, you know. For what it's worth. I mean, aside from the fact that you can't possibly exist, you seem really reasonable.
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[This is way too advanced for her, geez- If she pets Sumo harder will things get better???]
And I definitely exist? If I didn't, I couldn't save your dog.
[Which makes sense, right?]
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[Hank watches her petting Sumo for half a second, utterly unbothered by any of those possibilities.]
Oh, get him just behind the jaw, he loves that.
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