fifteenth bolt ⚡ closed catchall

[ramuhs]

Who: Cid and various
Status: Closed
Where: Various
What: Just a small catchall log for pre-planned threads! If you'd like to plot something, feel free to use the SWM comment!
Warnings: Silly shenanigans probably

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🪨 sherlock holmes: don't lick the rocks

[ramuhs]

[After spending some time helping with repairs and warming up Nogard, Cid decided to head to Eltrut for a break and to check in on some people, see how they were. This would lead him to Kaveh's café, and after the initial greetings...]

Ah, Sherlock. Thought I'd see you here. Been well?

Don't tell him what to do!

[astudyinviolet]

You would be hard pressed to find me anywhere else as of late. I am but a prisoner of this place.

[ Sherlock looks a few moments from outright cabin fever, and somehow he managed to sit himself upside-down in a pillow fort. Beyond a few exceptions, Sherlock has been contained (grounded) to his apartment or the cafe. The barista auntie at the counter has taken it upon herself to help keep this cafe from falling apart due to owners and tenants being absolute disasters. She fears no scrawny detective; he needs to be kept out of trouble. She considers it a fitting punishment for what he pulled in January. ]

How have you been?

🛸 verso: participating in a campaign of misinformation

[ramuhs]

[While helping with repairs around Nogard, Cid senses something whirring overhead and sees a strange shadow nearby. Looking up he doesn't see anything and wonders if it was just same bird...

...Before he sees a flash of strange black and green that is certainly not a bird or any flying creature he knows. In fact, it looks...metallic?]

What in the bloody hell—

[Seeing it fly off so quickly, he runs after it.]

[musicien]

[He had made the trip to Nogard to see how the leviathan was faring, what with the constant quakes that plagued it over the last month. While he hasn't had to fight to stay upright since his his arrival, he remains vigilant, looking over those working on repairs to their homes and establishments.

What he doesn't expect is the odd noise that is coming his way overhead.

In the years he's known Esquie, he's become accustomed to the giant being's nonsensical noises and catch phrases, especially when he takes flight. As such, his initial reaction is that of confusion as he turns on his heel.]

It can't be...

[And then he sees it. And it's not Esquie, that's for sure. Before he can react, it zooms past, leaving him with more questions than answers.]

It would've been a pleasant surprise if it were him. What exactly was that?