Bets on how often I mispell griffon in this log [OPEN]

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Who: Sync and you nice people
When: July catch-all, post intro, pre dungeon
Where: Caissa
What: Angry Birds job log, and bonus wildcard for other things
Rating: Slight animal abuse? Nothing serious just. Sync does not deal with things like a normal person.

1 - Weren't you supposed to be doing something about this?

[It's entertaining, watching the griffons swoop on unsuspecting people. Why, he has no idea, but whatever. It's amusing as hell. Sync sits on a rooftop, watching the creatures hunt for sparklies to steal.

Someone remind him that he's actually supposed to be helping stop this, otherwise he might just sit and watch this all afternoon]

2 - Who needs tranquiliser darts

[Tranq guns? He doesn't use weapons like that, he's never held a gun for more than a few seconds at a time in the event he needed to pass Legretta one of hers, so why bother with something so inaccurate.

You know what's just as effective for knocking out a bird? Lightning. Only small amounts, mind, since he's not really aiming for a kill (apparently people frown on that). So you might find one of the creatures suddenly sparking before collapsing in front of you. This is such a waste of mana, but whatever.

Or maybe you notice the one that's taken extreme offence to what Sync's doing and is busy staring down the kid who's staring down it in turn. Staring contest go]

3 - Someone needs saving here

[Who needs saving is debatable. One of the activists has noticed just how Sync was handling the creatures and is busy giving him a rather stern lecture. From the look on his face, he's tuning most of it out, but his patience is running thin.

Save him from the well-meaning adult, or save the adult from his rapidly increasing temper. You decide]

4 - Wildcard

[Got an idea for something else? Sync is easily found around Caissa, training or just being a bored kid. Wildcard it up or hit me up at FortunaDraken to plot some things]

Comments

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[whipoflust]

[ When he hears a squawk from above and looks up, he takes a step back so he won't be hit by the falling griffon. ]

My, where did you come from?

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[Oops. Nearly hit someone with that. Good thing he...really doesn't care]

Up.

[Yep, that sure is his answer, jumping lightly off the roof he'd been on, checking on the unconscious beast]

[whipoflust]

[ He smiles at the young man that suddenly makes an appearance from "up" as well. ]

Did you come from the same place, I wonder.

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Considering how people say 'Heroes' arrive in this world, you could probably say that.

[Beams of light and descending from the sky and all that. Bunch of nonsense]

[whipoflust]

Mmm, yes. I'd say that the people here they use that word too freely, but yes.

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[Oh? That makes him look up at the other curiously]

And here I've been running into people who keep trying to say everyone is a Hero in some way.

[whipoflust]

I suppose that it might depend on perspective, however I think that a Hero should be someone that does things for others without asking for anything in return, and I doubt many of us that have been brought here are that way.

1, kind of ish

[nomicrequired]

[Apollo hadn't signed up for this job. He figured he'd be safe, he's not wearing any fur, he has no shinies upon his body to be stolen for a nest. But one thing he does have is two prongs sticking far out from his hair, since he's been adamant about having hair gel to do his hair.

Unfortunately, his little rooster comb has attracted a griffon because it sticks straight up and totally looks like it can be used for a nest.

So down swoops a giant bird, talons swiping at Apollo's hair and only missing by a fraction of an inch. He yells, falling flat on his butt, before scrambling to his feet as the bird comes in for a second go.

You don't need that, do you human?]

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[Oh hello. That sure is someone that's being harassed by a griffon. Sync has to laugh as the man falls over, not caring if the other Hero hears him. He supposed he better do something before the bird scalps the guy by accident though.

He gets to his feet and leaps into the air, landing on the griffon as it's wheeling around. It was not expecting this and immediately pulls up to try and throw him off. If there's one thing he's learned from Arietta's monsters though, it's how these things fly, and it only takes a single solid punch in the joint to make the creature's wing fold, causing them to both drop like a rock.

Sync leaps free and rolls to his feet in the one motion as the griffon hits the ground and lies there dazed. Well. That was fun]

[nomicrequired]

[Things Apollo is not used to:

People jumping off of a rooftop onto a griffon and subsequently beating it down and probably saving his life, or just his hair, depending on viewpoint.

His urge to run is squashed by the sight of Sync easily taking the bird down, which now lies close to the pair, obviously not dead but not trying to take his head off with its claws. His heart races before he finally can manage to eek out a word to his savior.]

I-I thought I was a goner for a second there...I owe you one!

[Can he go home now]

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[He glances over at Apollo at the words, standing upright and resting a hand on his hip. His tone is amused]

You would've lived, though I can't say the same would've been true about your hair.

[Not going to say anything about the man owing him one though. Just going to file it away for later]

[nomicrequired]

(I'm not so sure about that...)

[As far as he's concerned, those birds shouldn't even exist- but yet, they do. With all of the terror of having something mythical come swooping down out of the air at him. He's thankful for people who live in worlds that have these kinds of creatures already, because this just isn't a universe he belongs in.]

I'd like to keep my hair intact too. [He's kind of proud of it.] I like to avoid visits to the hospital and the hair stylist due to emergency as much as possible.

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[He snickers in amusement at that. Hair isn't a think he cares much for, aside from keeping his own in the style it is so he's not as identical to the other Ion replicas]

Smart, though you'll find that hard to do in a warzone. Eventually you're going to run into trouble.

[Conversationally. Sync's still amused enough from the griffon encounter that he doesn't mind being somewhat social right now]

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[encountered]

Ahoy there! What seems to be the problem here?

[ And here comes someone else taking this job, having seen Sync being accosted by the activists that's been prowling around lately. Clearly both of them are looking increasingly annoyed, and thus, Laslow's here to...

Well, defuse the situation, probably. ]

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[The activist immediately launches into a rant about Sync's complete lack of care about dealing properly with the griffons, how he was putting them at risk of injury, and so on.

Sync? Bored out of his mind as he interrupts]

I don't use weapons. The amount of time I'd lose trying to learn and aim a gun wasn't worth the effort when I can knock the creatures out far more easily with a little lightning.

[The activist is positively seething at this point]

[encountered]

[ Oh... boy... this activist sure is passionate about what he's talking about, he can definitely see why the youth's patience is quite thin right now. Though, using magic to subdue them is a bit... ]

Ah, but if it's just enough to knock them out, wouldn't it be safer than having them be hit by these... [ tranquiwhatsit ] darts?

[ HE's going to try smoothing this over at least... an attempt was made. ]

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[The activist at least seems to be Done with it enough to just throw their hands in the air, give one last stern lecture that basically sums up as "Don't do it again." and stalks off]

And I thought Arietta was bad with her monsters...

[encountered]

Ah, well, I'm sure they have the best of intents in order to keep these beasts safe.

[ Though he's not sure why they'd be really strict about the methodology used to reign them in. ]

Either ways, why don't we continue on? It seems that we're of the same goal, and company would make it less of a dull experience, don't you think?

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Hmph.

[He accepts the idea that monsters could be sentient, thanks to how Arietta dealt with her friends, but at the same time Sync cared as little about them as he did people]

I'm used to working alone. But if you're going to hang around, I'm not going to complain about it.

[Speaking of ways he didn't care about people...]

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[sommer]

[ While Anna doesn't agree with how Sync handled the creatures, her blind optimism leads her to believe he has learned his lesson from this lecture. So when she decides that the activist has delivered enough of a verbal smackdown, she steps in to save her fellow hero. ]

I think he got the message, Lord Activist Sir. Please do forgive him, he's a... [ A what? Anna looks at Sync for a sec, then turns to the activist again. ] ...slow learner. Heh. Won't happen again!

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[Oh you did not just say that]

What?

[The activist seems to both accept Anna's words and decides that his own skin might be in too much danger suddenly, and beats a retreat. Sync in the meanwhile is glaring at the girl]

You don't even know who I am. Who are you to be saying things like that about me?

[sommer]

[ WOW RUDE?? ]

Who am I? I spoke up for you, which by the way, you're welcome. What were you thinking back there?

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I didn't ask you to, nor did I need your help. And I don't see why I need to explain to you why I did what I did.

[So much unimpressed and annoyed right now]

[sommer]

[ Ah, wait... Anna might have figured out the problem. ]

It's okay, y'know, you can just... tell me that you didn't understand what we're supposed to be doing out here. I don't mind helping! We're kind of a team anyway. Sort of. Or are we competing for the work...

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[Anna no, Anna stop]

I know perfectly well what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm known for being the tactician of the Order of Lorelei on the world I'm from. I don't need someone else to tell me how to do something.

[He's kind of insulted by the sheer notion that he would. Just don't ever mention how much he fails at anything that involves being a normal civilian type of person]