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[geneolgian]

Who: Yew (geneolgian) and you (heh)!
When: 10/23 - 11/19
Where: Various places in Capablanca.
What: Jobs, mostly! (Shot Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots + Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough, to be specific). And then some (in the form of wildcard).
Rating: None ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so far, at least.


i. capablanca; bang bang ba...ng?

[ This seems like a good time as any to practice with the experimental mana projectiles/ammunition he'd concocted, especially considering that they're actual moving targets that he can observe the effects of. So here he is, with the AK-69 that's been given to him, and a...lot of potion bottles at his side (and some in his bag, too), with the intention of forming projectiles from his concoctions that he can shoot.

Okay, take 1: aimed, fired, and bullet met its mark. The result? The Jagger seems to be in some weird stupor, turns around, and charges...right into a tree. (Hallucinations, perhaps?) ]

That wasn't paralysis.

[ OKAY, TAKE 2 (which involves quickly popping open another potion bottle and forming some bullets from it)...consists of another Jagger successfully shot, and it even collapses to the ground, seemingly...sleeping? But it only lasts for a few seconds before it wakes right back up again, angrier than before. How useful. (Not.) ]

That...wasn't paralysis either. But that should have theoretically worked...was the dosage too low?

[ THE CREATURES ARE STILL ADVANCING, THOUGH. So, to the nearest Hero: ]

Could you, er, cover for me? Just for a little bit! I need to write some things down. One of these has to work...!

[ He's in full scientist mode(tm) right now, unfortunately. He'll snap out of it once it looks like someone might be in actual danger, but...yeah. ]

ii. gisela; i've fallen and i can't get up

[ It's no secret that Yew hates heights and high places, so why is he even here in Gisela? Let's just say that something about plagues and viruses hits a little too close to home for comfort, which is saying something considered that there isn't much else that can be closer than inside one's own body. Despite being one of those afflicted, he's going to try his damndest to help in the effort to find a cure.

(And some, tiny part of him wonders if this is just to soothe his own ego, like he's thinking making efforts here will somehow make what's happened in Luxendarc a little better too, like the blood that runs in his veins will be a little cleaner because of his efforts in combating the plague here.)

But even those with the noblest intentions can fall to bad luck, and of course Yew has the bad luck to get his feet crapped on by the very adarna bird he's trying to get the egg of. He'd prepared for this possibility due to doing his research ahead of time, but it's still not a great situation to be in.

The petrification isn't immediate, thankfully, but it's fast enough (and his hands and feet seem to be the first to go, how inconvenient) that he doesn't really have much time to properly explain and is kind of internally flipping out at the same time, so he just blurts out at the nearest Hero: ]

My bag! Potion bottles with a gray label on them! Green liquid!

[ It would be great if someone helped him by splashing him with the mentioned petrification-cure potions he'd stocked up.

Or they could eat the spare croissants in his bag right in front of him while he's helpless to stop it. ]

iii. wildcard;

[ Not interested in any of the specific prompts above? No problem! Feel free to come up with another prompt (job or otherwise) or poke me via PM or at chlorophylls if you need me to hash something out :>b Yew can be caught training, studying, ...falling asleep while studying because of studying too long/lack of energy from illness, falling...asleep in the hallway of Hall of Glory, chilling around Blanc, etc. ]

Comments

ii

[yancat]

[ Luckily, Jumin is not the sort to abandon a comrade in need (unless necessary). Thus, he rushes to Yew's aid despite his own affliction and begins searching for that bottle without skipping a beat. It's a shame that Yew let himself get crapped on like this, but humans should always account for error. Even he knows that. It's why he's helping with the research for the cure. What better way to defeat a seemingly incurable disease than to exhaust all possibilities?

Same with the potions. ]

I must say, your organization skills are incredible.

[ He needs that in a company. Green liquid, pink label—nope, not this one. ]

[geneolgian]

[ This is the kid who writes down everything in his journal. (He's...going to try to leave this particular incident out, though. Maybe. There's not much else that's less cool than bird droppings turning you into stone.) ]

Thankyoubutapotionmightbebetterthanacompli—!

[ ...Oh, now he's fully stone. Well then. ]

[yancat]

I found i— Ah.

[ Whoops. Jumin's eyes shift between Yew, now stuck in an awkward and unflattering position for the rest of eternity, and the potion, which he doesn't seem to have touched yet. Well... There's a first time for everything. Is it orally ingested? Jumin supposes not, so he opens the bottle and lets a drop fall on Yew's extended hand. ]

...

[ Jumin holds his breath. He sincerely hopes this works. ]

[geneolgian]

[ Well, a drop might not be enough to entirely counteract the petrification, but it does help in the fact that his hand looks less stony and more fleshy, and Yew wriggles it a bit. Yep. Still alive. ]

...

[yancat]

[ Oh, it works! Jumin drops a few more on Yew's arm to test it more, just in case. And when it does work, he congratulates Yew by taking Yew's hand and shaking it. He's impressed. ]

Good job. [ :) ]

[geneolgian]

[ A few drops on his arm is enough to, well, de-petrify his arm, but the rest of him could use a few drops too, as he tries to gesture by pointing at himself (after returning the handshake of course; it's reflexive, what can he say?). He's appreciative, Jumin, he really is, but he also appreciates not being stone as well. ]

[yancat]

[ Okay then. Without further ado, he splashes the rest of the potion at Yew's face.

Well, he can't say he didn't have fun with it. ]

[geneolgian]

[ Having the rest of the potion splashed on him makes him cough a little when he comes to, so to speak, but he manages to blurt out his gratitude...somehow. ]

Th-Thank you, Jumin. Are you having better luck than I am?

[ Hopefully Jumin hasn't also been crapped on. ]

1/2

[yancat]

[ This potion is good. Either Yew is great at making these things or he has a good supplier. Either way, it's knowledge he tucks in mind for later. It's a shame that the potion is all used up... but Jumin was never one to think about being wasteful. ]

Hello, Yew. Yes, that would seem to be the c—

[yancat]

[ Splat! ]

...

I can't feel my shoulder.

[ And the numbness is quickly spreading. ]

[geneolgian]

[ Speak of the devil and... ]

Oh no! Just give me a moment; I should still have some potions left!

[ Key word being "should". He rummages around in his own bag quickly for another potion with a gray label, and it takes him a few seconds to find one, uncork it, and splash the potion on Jumin's shoulder. By then, the petrification's probably spread throughout the man's body, but the potion's dose should take of that quickly. ]

We probably shouldn't hang around here...my supply is limited.

[yancat]

[ Jumin’s not panicking. He’s quite confident that the boy does indeed have the antidote to his current affliction, so he stands there as Yew rummages through his bag, filling in the silence as he waits. ]

I agree. We should come up with a strategy for the bird’s capture. My weapon allows me to wrap ribbons around my tar— [ And his mouth is petrified.

And now it isn’t. ]

—gets. Ah, you found it in nine seconds. Good, but there’s always room for improvement.

i

[soulshift]

Um...!

[ Irisviel is holding her gun in her hands and she takes aim at the Jagger approaching them with surprisingly good accuracy. She was watching Yew's experiments with a little bit of trepidation, as it felt like there was a distinct possibility it would back fire on them... horribly. ]

This isn't the time to write things down I feel!

[ What was she doing? She was a King, so she concentrates and lets out a wave of holy light. It was enough to stall them for now - her magical potency not really being offensively orientated meant that it was only so effective...! ]

[geneolgian]

[ But it's for science, Irisviel!!! He'll write down cliffnotes as quick as he can, for her sake. ]

I-I only need a little bit! It's important to write down data as soon as possible!

[ The third trial, and hopefully the last. (It won't be.) Yew once again creates ammunition from the potion he prepared, and quickly uses it to shoot a Jagger or two. The result: it explodes on impact, taking it down. He doesn't look too happy about it, though...]

i

[afterdusk]

[ Fascinated by the effects of the bullets-- even if they didn't quite do as they were intended-- Yona had been more of a bystander than anything so far. She was still learning all of the things that mana could do, and this was a fine example of just how versatile it could be if one tried.

...although she was a little alarmed when he suddenly reached for his book while the enemy was still charging.

This wasn't quite the projectile that she was accustomed to, however she'd been the one who wanted to learn. Now wasn't the time for hesitation. ]

R-right!

[ Using her eyes to track the enemy the same as she would with her bow-- she was able to hit it! Immediately she lights up at her success. But that's not the only one. Taking a deep breath, she gets the next one in her sights. ]

Hurry... I'm not sure how long I can keep them all back.

[ Even the one she'd hit earlier didn't look like it was completely incapacitated-- just momentarily.]

[geneolgian]

Thank you!

[ For both their sakes, he'll write down whatever notes comes to mind as quickly as possible, leaving them more than a little smudged (but hopefully readable). Her skill at aiming and hitting her targets is greatly appreciated, and he "reloads" with another potion, this time quickly taking aim and firing at another Jagger. It takes him 2 hits for him to find his mark, but when he does, the bullet explodes in cloud of green smoke and the Jagger seems to move slower...and slower... ]

...Was that poison? I didn't even know it was possible to poison the nigh-undead...

[ He doesn't look all too happy about that fact, however. These bullets aren't meant for the undead, but for the living, after all. ]