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( the sickness: phase two )

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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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[ People keep laughing and it keeps catching Minato off guard, leaving him to sit and stare and sweat internally at the familiar feeling of not knowing what the hell he's doing and what he's supposed to do. This is why he can't be a cop. People are hard.

At least Hank does him the courtesy of laughing for a good long while, while Minato mentally collects himself and waits it out, holding his breath until Hank accepts his "no" for a "no." ]

There's knives in the kitchen. It's not a mealtime, so I bet people won't mind if we play with one for a bit.

Yeah, sure. I'm feeling like a responsible adult today. Let's go play with knives.

[He pushes himself up, leaning carefully on his hands to do it, and looks around for Sumo.]

Hey, Sumo! Come on, bud, we're going. Come on.

Anything else you want to do here before we go? Get eaten by the creature of the Black Lagoon? Piss off a mermaid?

Seems like the sort of thing we should do after properly arming ourselves with knives.

[ He can be a responsible kid too, sometimes, a little more so when he's around other people and feels the need to look out for them, especially somebody who can't feel and might possibly not even notice a knife slipping and cutting him on the hand until the blood makes holding onto it too slippery.

Things to keep in mind as he stands as well, Koromaru taking off towards the kitchens as if he knows exactly what the plan is, and leaving the three of them to follow right behind him. ]

...Sumo isn't a police dog, is he? I thought they're all German shepherds.

Oh, no. No, not this guy.

[Sumo starts after Koro with a light jog, not nearly as fast as Koro's going but clearly as fast as Sumo's willing to be. Once he starts going Hank does, too.]

I coulda got one, uh, one was retiring about the same time I got him. But uh, someone a little more chill seemed like a better idea. Honestly, I don't know if he could make it as a cop. He doesn't even know how to hold a knife.

[Hank gives Minato a teasing look. That's kind of a unique skill you taught your dog there, buddy.]

[ Knife-wielding isn't Koromaru's most unique skill-set, but that's something Minato will keep to himself, for Hank's sanity. ]

He's got a face you can't lie to. That's what a cop really needs. Get someone on your side, and you'll win without having to fight.

[ You're a good dog, Sumo!! Tall enough to pat on the back while he walks alongside the dog. ]

Yeah, but being able to fight doesn't hurt. Some people aren't going to be on your side no matter what.

[Not really the most shocking life truth ever, but still true.]

...Yeah, I guess not.

[ In that situation, it's up to you to do the dirty work, why Minato prefers to lead from the front, sword in hand and his team at his back. He isn't great at talking, but against monsters, he doesn't have to be.

It's a well worn path to the kitchen, easy enough to navigate through the temple even as bramble spills off the walls and onto the path and Minato steps in front of Hank so he can kick the stuff aside.

Annoying... He half expects the vines to jump up and grab them about the ankles, it's so weird to see so much of it spring up literally overnight. ]

[Sumo's going to get distracted sniffing all this new shit, Hank knows. He glances back at his dog, but doessn't try to get Sumo to come with them. He'll be around.

When they make it to the kitchen he stops in the doorway, looking at Minato expectantly.]

Here it is. Your moment. Or uh, Koro's moment. I'm sure there're some nice safe knives around here somewhere.

[ Nice safe knives, yeah. Minato roots around the drawers for something that looks similar to the knives he knows Koromaru is used to using, something with a long and thick enough handle to bite down upon, a sharp blade with serrated edges, and kneels down for Koromaru to take it in his mouth once he's found something that works.

For the demonstration... there are an abundance of peaches around here, but maybe that might not be the best thing to use; a potato is what he eventually decides upon, since it comes from the ground and it probably wouldn't matter if it got dirty again, and tosses it up and down in the palm of his hand as he turns to face the dog, stepping back to put some space in between them. ]

Koromaru! A Death Seeker!

[ The potato is flung up into the air, barely leaving the tips of his fingers before Koromaru takes off, before his face in a flash with two slashes in quick succession—- neatly quartering the potato at the apex of its toss. ]

Holy shit.

[He steps forward to look at the potato, taking a second to strangle his urge to ask why, or what, or even how. He’s going to get a lot of practice at that, he thinks, at not asking the real questions, asking other ones instead.]

You ever thought about starting a cooking show?

[ Minato stoops to pick up the chunks of potato before Koromaru can eat them (can dogs eat potatoes? he thinks so, but maybe not raw, because raw potato is gross) ]

Gotta learn how to cook first, before I start a show. Bet he'll do well in one, though, I think... What do you think, Koromaru? Police dog, or celebrity chef?

[ Koromaru sets the knife down on the ground and barks. Whatever that means. ]

[Hank watches him, then raises his eyebrows at Minato.]

I don't know what that meant but I think you should let him keep the knife, just walk around with it and watch the looks on people's faces.

[Oh, wait. There's a teensy weensy, itsy bitsy sliver of that responsible adult thing nagging at him, so with a grimace he asks:]

Uh. He won't just, like. Go around using it on whatever, will he?

Nah, he can't bark or eat while he's holding it, so I bet he'd find that a pain.

[ Koromaru barks his agreement, and picks the knife up with his mouth only to walk it over to Minato's feet and nudge the blunt end of the handle against his knee. ]

I'll hang onto this one for you too, then?

[ Another bark, and Minato takes the knife. And sticks it in his pocket. ]

[Hank raises his eyebrows and nods, looking away to pay halfhearted lipservice to hiding his smile.]

Okay. You wanna steal a butcher's knife or two while we're here, or are we done with the kitchen for the day?

I think we're done. Koromaru can only carry one knife at a time, and I don't use them.

[ Though. Maybe he should stock up on knives, if they're going back to fight sea monsters, or whatever is out there in the other worlds Astoria keeps alluding to. He could come back and get them himself, later. ]

While we're in the kitchen, though... How do you feel about oven mitts?

I... am neutral on the subject of oven mitts. Why, can your dog use those as a deadly weapon too?

Probably. But they're for you, if you're not going to check your hands.

[ He's going to make sure you stay safe, Hank. ]

[It takes him a few seconds to get over the surprise.]

I'm not going to wear oven mitts, kid. You planning on stuffing me into a big coat and putting a helmet on me too? You really think I'm that bad?

[Hank, clearly, is baffled. Absolutely baffled. Being momed by a teenager with no warning or apparent reason is bizarre.]

I was going to suggest a blanket, but if there are big coats and helmets available...

[ Or, the alternative would be for Hank to take care of himself, something Minato wants to trust he'll do because— well, he wants to say it's different than looking after his team when they live in the same dorm building, but here, even if they all technically live together in the same place, it's just different. Like he has no obligation or excuse to care, even if he wants to. ]

What- no. I wasn't being serious.

[Hank stares for a moment, still looking just confounded.]

Are you being serious? I really can't tell.

Um.

[ He is always partially serious about all things, yeah. It's Schrödinger's joke, depending on what best fits the situation, and Minato decides that this time is... a joke...? ]

No. I'm joking.

[ He says it like he's guessing. ]

Oh yeah?

[Sure. Maybe if Hank tries to make him elaborate, something might just possibly be explained - not about the moming, although that's baffling enough. But now there's the humor thing, too.]

So uh, getting me to look like that kid in that annoying Christmas movie, with the winter coat and the- [He lifts his arms, wearing a coat too big for them to go down all the way.] -that wasn't actually your master plan?

[ He doesn't elaborate, but he does smile a little- the sort of smile where the corners of his eyes lift more than his lips, like he's trying to keep it in. ]

I liked that movie...

[ It was a good movie! All of them were, he enjoyed all of them. ]

And, I dunno. You said you don't like magic, so I don't know any other way to make you better if you do get hurt.

If I get hurt, I get hurt. I'll deal with it. But, look, would you be happy walking around like you're the marshmellow man whose mom had to dress you up before she let you out to play? Cause I wouldn't. I honestly think walking around like that would make me bump into more shit.

Well... it's a bit hot for that, I guess. But if somebody could create a giant hamster ball, I don't think I'd mind being in one of those.

[ imagine: personal space physically demarcated, and the ability to run over anybody that annoys you ]

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