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withermarked) wrote in escordvi2025-06-14 12:56 pm
Entry tags:
June catch-all
Who: Faulkner + you
Status: Open & closed prompts
Where: Various
What: Manta quests, learning magic
Warnings: Nothing yet!
Glory in the Hole
Faulkner is doing his best to keep busy by trying new things. In theory, making something sounded like it might be a fun one.
In practice, he’s not actually sure if it is. He’s very warm and he’s remembering how much he doesn’t actually love physical labour and he’s just generally having trouble.
He’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be this hard to get the glass to both heat evenly and also not overheat and drip off the pole. There’s some muttered swearing as he tries.
Paint the Town ROYGBIV
“This sort of thing would be… very foolish, back home,” Faulkner muses, to whoever happens to be listening. But he sounds almost amused.
“You never know what unforeseen thing you might call up, drawing shapes and marks you’re unfamiliar with.”
But supposedly that’s not how anything works here, so he’s holding a paintbrush and idly fidgeting with it, tapping the handle against his chin as he tries to decide what he actually wants to try painting.
Ink it Till You Make it
For better or worse, Faulkner spent the majority of his childhood running around the forest, finding his own ways to keep himself entertained.
Digging around for neat looking rocks and plants and interesting bugs is not unfamiliar territory.
At one point, he spots one of the insects he’s looking for and tries to grab it. It’s too fast for him, scurrying into a tangle of roots.
“Hey, get back here you little—”
As he reaches again, the roots twist and part in front of his hand and he blinks in surprise. Was that his own plant magic?
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Status: Open & closed prompts
Where: Various
What: Manta quests, learning magic
Warnings: Nothing yet!
Glory in the Hole
Faulkner is doing his best to keep busy by trying new things. In theory, making something sounded like it might be a fun one.
In practice, he’s not actually sure if it is. He’s very warm and he’s remembering how much he doesn’t actually love physical labour and he’s just generally having trouble.
He’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be this hard to get the glass to both heat evenly and also not overheat and drip off the pole. There’s some muttered swearing as he tries.
Paint the Town ROYGBIV
“This sort of thing would be… very foolish, back home,” Faulkner muses, to whoever happens to be listening. But he sounds almost amused.
“You never know what unforeseen thing you might call up, drawing shapes and marks you’re unfamiliar with.”
But supposedly that’s not how anything works here, so he’s holding a paintbrush and idly fidgeting with it, tapping the handle against his chin as he tries to decide what he actually wants to try painting.
Ink it Till You Make it
For better or worse, Faulkner spent the majority of his childhood running around the forest, finding his own ways to keep himself entertained.
Digging around for neat looking rocks and plants and interesting bugs is not unfamiliar territory.
At one point, he spots one of the insects he’s looking for and tries to grab it. It’s too fast for him, scurrying into a tangle of roots.
“Hey, get back here you little—”
As he reaches again, the roots twist and part in front of his hand and he blinks in surprise. Was that his own plant magic?
Wildcard
Feel free to hit me up at
Magic Lessons | closed for Turo
Bits of said tattoo can be seen, little curls of vines over his collarbone and down part of an arm.
Perhaps it’s just that prayer-marks were the only real talent he ever had, and he doesn’t know if there’s any way that’s going to translate to the magic here. He’s not sure he wants to find out he’s bad at something new.
He has a little slate and chalk tucked away in his backpack, since that’s what he’s used to using for the only similar things he’s done. Though he’s not sure whether there’s any way to make the same kind of approach work here.
For the moment, he waters a few plants, and pinches off some dead leaves here and there.
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On his shoulder, and no bigger that two decently sized rose blooms, was a plantbeing sitting on his shoulder with a pleasant smile. Two thorn covered 'tails' swaying behind her form of green leafs and various shades of pink petals, two ear-like leafs there on top of her head as leaf-like limbs for arms/hands rested in a petal-skirt lap.
Turo lifted a hand to wave- "Sorry I am late, Rosie here wanted to come in with me today; she is one of the native creatures of my crew's island, and happened to stow away on our return trip."
Mariposa had parted to go investigate the few creatures resting within the medical building, and likely finish settling there with the pups once more.
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"Oh, that's—that's perfectly alright," he said cheerfully enough, before coming over to get a better look at the little rose-thing.
Faulkner looked her over curiously, before giving a little wave.
"Hey, Rosie." He wasn't sure if this was one of the things that would understand his actual words at all, but he may as well be friendly.