escordvi | September open log

Who: Emet-Selch and YOU
Status: Open
Where: Liansa as an octopus, then all over
What: After his attempts to help explore the deep sea leave him stuck as a full octopus, Emet-Selch decides to have a staring competition with a bird. Amongst other things.
Warnings: None; will label as necessary

(Everything after The Cure is presumably taking place after Emet is NO LONGER AN OCTOPUS. Will match tag format.)

1. The Cure (General MANTA)

There's a strange sort of octopus roaming around Liansa. (No, it doesn't set itself on fire but parts of its body do glow.) It doesn't seem to be trying to hurt anyone but it's at least as tall as a human, which is enough to unnerve anyone with a self-preservation instinct. If it sees someone, it will wave its two front arms and try to pull itself closer.

Do you:
[A]pproach the strange octopus
[B]ack away slowly
[C]lose in and try to kill it
[D]o something else???

2. Let's Mosey (Paladin MANTA)

Emet-Selch crosses his arms and gives the fifty-nine flights of stares a flat stare. He's not climbing those. No. Nope. You can't make him.

"I don't care about the competition. I don't see why you cannot simply levitate to the spot."

3. Ruby Seas Under Ruby Skies (Paladin MANTA)

(A) Peaceful send-off
Thankfully for an elder mage, rescuing stranded mers are a simple task. He moves slowly down the beach, levitating those yet alive over to the shallows so that they may swim off on their own. Those that need extra assistance, he creates gentle waves to give them a push into deeper waters.

As for those too far gone...

He crouches by them with an expressionless look, checking to ensure that they truly are beyond all help. Those close enough may hear him sigh quietly before resting his hand on their torso, either front or back depending on how they ended up, and closes his eyes. For a few moments, he remains that way until he stands and moves to the next in need.

(B) Violent confrontation
"Step aside, now."

These dark, angry words uttered from above an opportunistic poacher who has already begun carving into a dead mer. The culprit looks up sharply and staggers back. But Emet-Selch merely hovers closer, following their frantic, panicked scramble across the sand.

"W-what?! They're already dead, ain't they? What's it matter if they're carved up? They'd be eaten by beasts anyway--"

A shriek. Beside them, ilms from their hand, a dark spear of magic smokes gently. The aether it emits feels anything but.

4. Bounty: Shoebill Billy

He knows this creature. A harmless thing, if a bit unnerving. The bird stares at him. He stares at it. Man and shoebill both so incredibly alike in their flat, unimpressed gazes that you could be forgiven for thinking they are kin.

"...Did they truly place a bounty on a creature simply because they did not like the look of it?" he mutters aloud.

Shoebill Billy shuffles its wings and offers no response. Only that same, deadpan stare.

5. Crew: Bread Island

Emet-Selch isn't sure what help he could possibly offer for such...a dire situation. He's no healer. Not in the sense that he understands the inner workings of the body. But if it's a deterrent the people want then he can certainly provide that.

Those enamoured by the smell of freshly baked bread may find themselves abruptly recoiling in horror when the wind changes, wafting an absolutely rancid smell towards them instead. Rotting meat, harvested from that one particular island discovered some moons ago, is begin carefully set up in sporadic, hanging nets - all strategically placed to hit your nose right as you would succumb to temptation. Or so he hopes.

6. Wildcard

For everything else, there's Wildcard! Feel free to DM this journal or ch1ps0h0y to discuss other ideas.

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Alright, I'm with you, we have to get that. Do you happen to know how? I'm willing to do it if that's what you need.

[ A bit of pictionary, but he thinks he gets it. ]

[ At that, he has to pause and deliberate. Hawks isn't exactly capable of calling down lightning on demand let alone able to preserve the heat from the strike. Of course, he won't refuse any help offered since he can't afford to be picky.

To that end, after a pensive curling of tentacle, he tilts his body as if to say, 'Are you sure?' and points at the other two images. ]

Yeah, of course! [ At least he got that one without any trouble. ]

I don't mind helping, I just don't know where I need to be. If you know then lead the way, I'll follow.

[ Grateful, he wiggles his arms in acknowledgement. Let's see... The volcano is closest, he thinks, and accessible without needing to fly or sail anywhere. Gesturing for Hawks to follow him, he pulls himself towards the sea and starts jetting towards the southern part of Nilatast whilst keeping to the shallow coastline.

It may take a little while, but he'll pull himself back to dry land when the odd volcano is in their view and point at it. Instead of lava, green rivulets of some unknown substance trail down its sides and pool at its base. From them, bubbles of the same colour occasionally rise and pop.

No doubt the sand sketch makes sense now. Emet-Selch gestures towards the bubbles with several of his arms, trying to convey the idea of capturing them. ]

[ He's not much of a fan of trekking around on foot, but that's how things are at the moment. Hawks moves quickly and without complaint and seeing the volcano, well, that's already weird, isn't it?

Okay, so it's clear it's about the bubbles. It would be easier if it was just the green stuff, but somehow he has to get a bubble. Intact, presumably. ]

Let's see how hard this is to do. [ He creeps forward and makes an attempt to get one of them with his hands. ]

[ He pulls himself closer to watch. The bubble, for the briefest moment, settles between Hawks' hands. It feels like it has a thicker membrane than the usual type. Then it abruptly bursts, releasing a puff of laughing gas in the other man's face.

Emet-Selch hovers a tentacle in front of his face as if to say, 'Oh dear'. ]

[ Aside from the little sigh that Hawks gives, he doesn't really react to the gas. Fortunately, he thinks, there's plenty of air outside of that that he can catch a whiff of. He's done a decent amount of training for that. ]

Okay. More careful. [ He just needs to soften his touch, next attempt he does his best to gently touch it, but doesn't curl his fingers to possibly burst the bubble. ]

[ He lowers the tentacle and watches Hawks' second attempt. Fortunately, the side effect he had heard of isn't kicking in...? Well, Emet-Selch isn't going to complain. He'd like to return to his human form as soon as possible.

This time Hawks successfully manages to grasp the bubble (at least for the time being). But where will he put it? ]

[ It'll get him if he's not careful. He can willpower his way through one, and be prepared to hold his breath if the bubble bursts again, but eventually enough exposure will get even Hawks. It's just the fruits of some dubiously ethical training.

He keeps his hands steady, and seems like he has no problems doing so and approaches Emet-Selch carefully. ]

Do you think I just pop this on you or...?

[ He wriggles some tentacles. Then uses one to mimic the act of stirring. But hey, that's his assumption. He's not really sure how one is meant to transport a bubble like this, and isn't the gas the main component anyway?

Discreetly, he tries to keep his distance from the bubble. He doesn't want to be afflicted with laughter! ]

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