escordvi | January open log

Who: Emet-Selch and anyone!
Status: Open
Where: Eltrut mostly, but wherever the MANTA takes him
What: Emet takes his new cerberpup for an Adventure, hears the call of the fleas, is bamboozled by that 'horse', and then gets his core ability stolen by a certain octopus. What a Month (it's barely been a week, captain).
Warnings: Tentacle torture?? Why is it always tentacles.

(Will match format)

1. Good Boy (MANTA General)

It hasn't been all that long since Emet-Selch adopted this cerberpup for his own, but now a prime opportunity presents itself to test how well they work together. He hasn't yet decided on a name for the little one. Names are important and he wants to take his time before settling on an appropriate moniker (Hythlodaeus is not helping in that regard with his frivolous suggestions).

He's not sure what they'll find at this haunted estate but he doubts it will be another Eloise situation (he hopes).

"Well, boy, what do you sense? Shall we head further in?" he asks.

The pup whines quietly, ears alert, three heads keeping watch on multiple fronts. There is something here. Emet-Selch thinks he catches a glimpse of something passing behind a window in one of the rooms and starts forward. They won't find anything by loitering outside! He pushes the front door open cautiously and peeks inside...

2. Fleamaster Mooshka (MANTA General)

One may very well ask how a caravan of fleas managed to post a request for help. Emet-Selch nearly misses it amongst the much bigger pages on the board. He dismisses it at first, thinking he has better uses for his time...but as he's going about his business, he hears a faint yapping sound coming from somewhere.

He's in the open fish market right now, trying to choose something for tonight's dinner. The yapping seems to be coming from somewhere above his head. The tops of the stalls maybe? A few people give him strange looks when he tips his head up and tries searching for the source. But he just can't seem to locate it.

3. Year of the...Honse? (MANTA Bounty)

After writing a post about this cursed-looking creature, he puts his shellphone away and observes the beast more carefully. Right now he's behind cover so as not to spook the horse(?) and staying perfectly silent while the thing grazes. Although honestly, the longer he watches it, the more offended he is by the sight.

He shakes his head and mutters under his breath. "Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."

He hasn't decided if he wants to hunt it and claim the bounty. Has it even done anything to warrant its death? Others who may also be on the hunt may see him taking discreet pictures of the beast as it minds its own business, sending them to the people he's conversing with on the shellphone network.

4. No Rift Out of Here (MANTA Special)

(The tentacles can appear whilst Emet-Selch is in the middle of other business. You have a choice of them interrupting what he's doing in the previous three prompts - list them as 4-1, 4-2, 4-3 - or I can write you a separate top-level!)

5. Wildcard

Feel free to PM me with plots or ideas etc. Emet-Selch will be participating in this month's expedition later.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[A bounty is a bounty, as far as Benedikta is concerned. Some free time at the start of the month meant more coin in her pocket when the job was done, and while she is indeed very curious about this "horse", she does intend to bring back one of its hands as proof of her defeating it.

That is, until she spots a familiar face hiding in the bush. He likely heard her coming, unless he was far too involved in his snapping photos of the strange beast (even stranger now that she sees it up close, what the fuck), but she speaks up anyway, not at all worried if she spooks anything.]

Those photos are not going to do you much good if you mean to claim the prize.

[The horse does look their way, the hand atop its head stretching in a very odd sort of way, but Benedikta doesn't pay it much more attention than that. Weird enough, though, that it makes her skin prickle uncomfortably.]

Fairly certain they asked us to dispose of it.

[ No discretion at all! Emet-Selch isn't put off, however; he can track the beast anywhere it goes now that he's seen it. He slowly straightens, keeping one eye on the thing, whilst he thumbs through the images taken thus far. ]

So they did. But they gave no reason beyond it being disturbing. I'm not in the habit of killing strange creatures for the crime of existing.

[ The pup isn't the only one that is... On alert. Even G'raha's ears are perked upward, flicking. Twitching. Listening with a pinched expression. G'raha Tia is distracted, for sure. His eyes following movement. Maybe the same thing that the pup is picking up on.

Hard to say.

It's just that G'raha is kind of reaching for his staff. ]

[ A rush of cold air sweeps in through the open crack in the doorway like a vacuum being breached. Emet-Selch stumbles forward. He would have fallen had the cerberpup not latched on to his trouser leg.

A disembodied voice howls. Invisible hands reach out to try and drag the elder sorcerer inside. ]

[Joshua was bestowed with a very special gift a few weeks ago. Upon receiving it, Joshua was almost at a loss for words. It was a beautiful and well crafted gift. And honestly, he's never received something so incredible in his entire life. He had tried to pen some sort of response that seemed appropriate to say thank you, but night after night and not coming up with something to his own satisfaction... Joshua finds that a thank you in person seems more appropriate.

When he finds Emet-Selch's ship docked in its usual place near Eltrut's docks, Joshua will... simply take a shortcut to arrive on the ship. Which means he's flying over to the ship's deck. Alongside a little fiery mammet that follows him like a perfect little shadow.]

My apologizes for the sudden intrusion.

[ Having not expected a visitor, Emet-Selch - and the few crew members on board checking over the ship's inventory - startles. He recovers quickly, lifting a lazy hand in greeting. ]

Well now. What brings you here unannounced? Don't tell me there's already a problem with your little bird there.

January open log

year of the honse!

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Good Boy

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wildcard 🎁

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