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Who: Kain (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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When: 8/23 - 9/15, during Rejectionquest 2k16
Where: Inside the home of little Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck, fourth son among seven in a family of mages with a mighty lineage stretching back for generations, to the extent that even now you can find the Rumpleschnuck initials carved into random desks, initials that were scribed by Seb's great-great-great grandfather.
What: Crushed hopes, shattered dreams.
Rating: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe one of the small children flings porn and ups the rating, I don't know.
[Little Rumpleschnuck crumpled to the ground. He had reached the last stage of the cycle of grief, having spent the last fifteen minutes screaming and shouting and then numb and then desperately asking the Heroes to...could they...could they do something? Anything? But no, he had reached acceptance and crumpled. His stare was bleak. His tears never ending. Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck was numb, voiceless, speechless.
His six other siblings stared at them from the stairs. The older were worried and...angry, angry at the Heroes. The younger ones horrified - they had taken Pigeonsblood for granted. They should study!]
We'd...best leave.
[Understatement, that. And they had another 25 letters on this street to go! The flying pig oinked, distressed.]
ordealer) and whoever else tags this.When: 8/23 - 9/15, during Rejectionquest 2k16
Where: Inside the home of little Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck, fourth son among seven in a family of mages with a mighty lineage stretching back for generations, to the extent that even now you can find the Rumpleschnuck initials carved into random desks, initials that were scribed by Seb's great-great-great grandfather.
What: Crushed hopes, shattered dreams.
Rating: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe one of the small children flings porn and ups the rating, I don't know.
[Little Rumpleschnuck crumpled to the ground. He had reached the last stage of the cycle of grief, having spent the last fifteen minutes screaming and shouting and then numb and then desperately asking the Heroes to...could they...could they do something? Anything? But no, he had reached acceptance and crumpled. His stare was bleak. His tears never ending. Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck was numb, voiceless, speechless.
His six other siblings stared at them from the stairs. The older were worried and...angry, angry at the Heroes. The younger ones horrified - they had taken Pigeonsblood for granted. They should study!]
We'd...best leave.
[Understatement, that. And they had another 25 letters on this street to go! The flying pig oinked, distressed.]
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[ She considers it, but thinks maybe it would be best to wait it out? They're not being ambushed just yet and the spell may only aggravate them more when they wake up. It's difficult to keep going with daggers being thrown through mere glares though. ]
I will put them to sleep for a couple minutes so we can make this delivery and gain distance.
[ LET THE TUGELBURTS DOWN GENTLY, KAIN. ]
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...
...okay, no, he'll do his best because they don't deserve it.]
Please. [That was to the suggestion of putting them to sleep, a sort of, "Please, go for it." or "Please, make our lives easier and help us skip the fight." Either way, after she did her thing he strode up to the Tugelburts' residence and knocked on the door. The micropig oinked, kind of confused. The door opened. Also looking confused was the person who answered the door, who seemed to be Mr. Tugelburt. He took in the fact he had two armed Heroes as well as a pig knocking on his door and stammered out, "Y-yes?"]
Is this the Tugelburt residence? We've a letter for your daughter. De... [...that can't be right.] Alstroemeria Tugelburt. ["Is she in troubl-" (Apparently it was right.)] No.
[Things went downhill from there, resulting in Mr. Tugelburt staring into the distance whilst clutching a letter.]
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Did something go wrong?
[ She'll follow him as they make distance between their previous house and their pursuers. ]
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[He shook his head. He just didn't fucking know.]
How went it with you and them?
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[ That is deceitful!! With the look on her face, it doesn't seem like she approves of it, but doesn't say more. ]
They went down easily. They aren't experienced--meaning we are quite luckily, considering many prestigious families applied as well.
[ Meaning overpowered spellcasters. ]
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Caissa was getting to him. No, they're just going to briskly walk.]
From what I understood his argument was that clearly, if his son as well as his son's friends were fans of Vietnam and others- [He considered if he wanted to mention the comic he heard the father speak of and they could speculate about it...then decided that no, no, some things? No. At least for now, no, they didn't need to learn about Gammon's doujinshi circles and fanfic communities and real person RP which was play by actual mail and LARPers.] -then surely someone amongst Pigeonsblood's administration must be as well.
[They're probably going to encounter LARPers before the job's through now.]
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That's a strange assumption. It would be better to be accepted from one's own merit.
[ Speaking of LARPers over here, except it looks like they're arguing about powerlevels? ]
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[Speaking personally? Maybe a little. He's going to slow a bit to look at the LARPers- and then remember that they're being followed by a bunch of half-trained magelings and start walking again.]
And likely a few of them have rationalized it as them accomplishing it through less conventional merit- did that one just imply the Prime Minister could win this war singlehandedly with a...Kumiracle Sonic Bear Slash?
[It's like they were trained by Owain.]
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[ Saber doesn't even suspect it to be ridiculous. Some noble phantasms and the rules around using them are ridiculous. Why do they have to scream their names to activate them? Does taht even make sense?
Either way, she merely tries to walk pass them until one of them point to Kain. They want his autograph--the girls, however, want his commitment for eternity. ]
Let us quickly move.
[ SHE GOT YOU FAM. But then one of the angry mage family members throws a fireball at them. It at least lights Saber's coat aflame. Okay, maybe they don't have this. ]
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Yes, let's.
[Does she have the coat problem taken care of? Because if not, guess who's got two thumbs and is really bad at a water spell. This asshole, that's who.
There might be some mocking laughter in the background and he's resisting the urge to go all drill sergeant on their asses. (And where is their pig going???)]
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I'm starting to wonder if antics like these usually come hand in hand with jobs in this world.
[ But now it seems with the commotion behind them, they can continue on with delivery-- ]
... Have you seen where the piglet went?
Scrubs face. Gets tea. Scrubs more face. Gets more tea.
[They're just going to be the kids in the kitchen of Jurassic Park, aren't they?]
You may have given them an idea.
[As in, they'd better beat it.]
GIVE ME TEA
[ She doesn't quite understand, but she does realize that he's right, so she toddles as fast as she can away. Unfortunately, the girls that are in love with Kain, are high-class mages.
Those spikes of ice that just formed on the ground in an instant to block their path?
That's them.
They want your underwear. ]
These civilians are quite dangerous.
[ Why would anyone live here?? How is nothing broken down and on fire constantly? ]
No, because I could've sworn I replied to your last tag but it wasn't there and nani.
Understatement, that. One day let me tell you of Mysidia.
[Casual danger dialogue! Why are they attacking? Are they that broke? Is this mugging? They're totally being mugged, except in a high class way. He's instinctively reaching for a weapon before remembering-]
They're civilians.
[-and thus they can't attack- why are they staring at his crotch? Are they? They seem to be.] They're- [No, he's not going to acknowledge the fact he's feeling weird right now.] Have you any ideas? [He could do a single target dance number (why are the shutter shades easily one of the most powerful weapons he's ever owned) but that only takes care of one of them.
He might anyway.]
I THINK YOU DID BUT YOU DELETED IT? idr
[ Since she remembers the bear from before. It boogied its way to them, but at an unfortunately slow pace. That would be fine? It wouldn't be too bad... Like putting them to sleep like she did to the earlier group, right? Maybe they should have thought this through. In the real world, they would be arrested. ]
Illusion magic would be convenient right now... However, I do have curses. I can... make them considerably slower?
I don't know. I really don't know. Do I look like I know? I'm weak.
[...why is he sounding like they're about to go into battle. This is hi-
This is their lives.
This is what they became.
Why.]
i'm also weak we can forget together
[ She readies the spell in her mind, already starting the incantation as she dodges a stray fireball that is definitely meant for her. It wouldn't be called a stray at this point, right?
The her slow is released, and the women after Kain's booty have almost come to a stop. It's hard to tell, but they are moving less than a snail's pace. If they were a more humorous couple of characters, they would be enjoying the slow-mo reactions right now. The one holding the pig, however, panics and tries to almost kill them with a beam of light. ]