[closed]

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, Cassius, Flint & Various
WHAT: Catch-all for fantasy August....which is just August
WHEN: August
WHERE: Kirkwall/The Surrounding Free Marches/misc
NOTES: Content warnings in subject lines; holler at me if you want a bespoke starter, otherwise feel free to drop me a start for whatever your heart desires.

Comments

[propulsion]

After only a momentary delay; "That rascal."

And then, the sound of footsteps of someone crossing the floor, and Flint's door opens, a semi-dramatic swing cut short with Tony's grip on the edge of it. He stares inside, from Flint to Fred, who is not quite positioned where Tony might have anticipated, and the corner of his mouth curls up. Still pretty good, though.

In his other hand is a metal rod of some sort, and he tosses it enough to spin once in the air before catching it. "Fred here was vying for the position in the event of a worst case scenario," he says, letting himself in, closing the door behind him. "But between you and me, he didn't have a chance. Too stoic, can't get a read on him."

He stops in place, pointing the baton, and this time, the mechanical golem pivots a turn, remaining goblet once again precariously tipping, barely landing, and then staying relatively steady as he walks on over towards Tony.

Granted: "Pretty easy to keep track of."

writes a tag 100 years later that's just a punchline and nothing else

[katabasis]

In the shadow of the lumbering construction, Flint finishes dosing his goblet from the bottle. The successive drink he takes from the cup and the skeptical tilt of his eyebrows in play over it telegraph the incoming hot take before his arrival at:

"Use one of the Averesches in your next one. Neither has historically shied from telling anyone what he thinks. The impulse may survive."