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pawnstorm2016-06-06 12:53 pm
arcanepower) wrote in pawnstorm2016-06-06 12:53 pm
job | open | are you ready for SUMMER WARS
Who: Belthazar and you!
When: The second week of June
Where: Caissa
What: Belthazar is helping with Dance of the Drops. By all means, please ruin his life.
Rating: Standard family action.
[ A. concessions ]
[Belthazar might not be tall or good-looking or spectacular in any visible way, but he is damn good at cooking. He is being paid to make festival food but it comes out looking fancy and tasting top-notch. The shops all the way down the block are watching as lines form, and they're getting jealous. And unruly. In fact, some of them are trying outlandish claims to attract customers to their less-than-gourmet food.
Belthazar sticks his head out of the back to take another order and hears:]
'Fried pork sticks! Guaranteed to extend your life!'
... I'm not sure about that.
[ B. wrong place, wrong time ]
[He's very much regretting his choice of black clothing. It's hot, and it's hot when he's in the back cooking, and basically he's sitting in the shade miserable because he wore long sleeves and pants today. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and drinks some juice, utterly exhausted, and stares at the crazy watergun fight going on across the plaza. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize he's actually out of the 'off limits' area.
Inevitably, a steampunk-style robot approaches. Having never seen one of these in Caissa before, Belthazar gets up to study it closely.
And gets water to the face.
While he's soaking wet and spluttering, a group of rampaging children douse him further. He is quiet, deathly so... something must be wrong.]
You... how dare you! Do you think I was hiding because I am weak!? No. I am prepared for anything!
[Belthazar lets out a chilling evil laugh and pulls off his tunic, revealing a tank top underneath as well as a water gun and several water grenades strapped to his belt. He unholsters his water gun, which is really too big for him, and holds it at the ready.]
I AM COMING FOR YOU, HUMAN CHILDREN!
When: The second week of June
Where: Caissa
What: Belthazar is helping with Dance of the Drops. By all means, please ruin his life.
Rating: Standard family action.
[ A. concessions ]
[Belthazar might not be tall or good-looking or spectacular in any visible way, but he is damn good at cooking. He is being paid to make festival food but it comes out looking fancy and tasting top-notch. The shops all the way down the block are watching as lines form, and they're getting jealous. And unruly. In fact, some of them are trying outlandish claims to attract customers to their less-than-gourmet food.
Belthazar sticks his head out of the back to take another order and hears:]
'Fried pork sticks! Guaranteed to extend your life!'
... I'm not sure about that.
[ B. wrong place, wrong time ]
[He's very much regretting his choice of black clothing. It's hot, and it's hot when he's in the back cooking, and basically he's sitting in the shade miserable because he wore long sleeves and pants today. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and drinks some juice, utterly exhausted, and stares at the crazy watergun fight going on across the plaza. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize he's actually out of the 'off limits' area.
Inevitably, a steampunk-style robot approaches. Having never seen one of these in Caissa before, Belthazar gets up to study it closely.
And gets water to the face.
While he's soaking wet and spluttering, a group of rampaging children douse him further. He is quiet, deathly so... something must be wrong.]
You... how dare you! Do you think I was hiding because I am weak!? No. I am prepared for anything!
[Belthazar lets out a chilling evil laugh and pulls off his tunic, revealing a tank top underneath as well as a water gun and several water grenades strapped to his belt. He unholsters his water gun, which is really too big for him, and holds it at the ready.]
I AM COMING FOR YOU, HUMAN CHILDREN!
the best brats
[There is just so much maturity here. All the maturity in the actual universes concentrated to a singularity of--
Nora being too busy cackling at Belthazar's super soaked chickendance to brace himself properly against what's coming, and it's not like the robot's any help -- the model is likely ancient compared to even modern Earth standards, not that he knows much about modern Earth robots -- it attempts to yawl out of the way of attack for him, but gets clipped by the hosing spell anyway.
Bucket of bolts and bundle of demon-with-water-balloons both go rolling head over heels, and if Belthazar's got any way of redirecting the water spell they are probably getting pushed even further back. There go the rest of the water balloons...! This is the worst reloading trip ever.]
... Gah!! You'll pay for that-- [once Nora finally manages to sit up, spitting water, he also kicks at the robot; grabs one of the robotic water gun arms it dislodges and leaves behind the catapult for the moment] I declare Aqua Magia, Double Water Dragon Wave!
[--it's not as much of a good water hose, but what looks like two small serpents do snake out of the water gun to battle against Belthazar's spell...! They're kind of ribbony and unhelpful, but also a distraction while he charges head-on. This is good tactics.]