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player plot | when my time comes around, pt. 3
WHO: Anyone who's not dead!
WHAT: Various & sundry steps on the path toward time travel, including a dragon hunt and other fetch quests.
WHEN: August 9:49
WHERE: Miscellaneous
NOTES: This is part of this player plot. We have two (2) plot logs still coming up—one for time travel, one for reunions—but this is the last log the dead characters are banned from. Time travel will go up soon!
WHAT: Various & sundry steps on the path toward time travel, including a dragon hunt and other fetch quests.
WHEN: August 9:49
WHERE: Miscellaneous
NOTES: This is part of this player plot. We have two (2) plot logs still coming up—one for time travel, one for reunions—but this is the last log the dead characters are banned from. Time travel will go up soon!
Following Tony Stark's announcement and its glimmer of slightly insane-sounding hope, there's work to be done. The magic/science, of course; anyone with the ability to help construct a dragon-blood-powered time machine may be enlisted into that effort.
For everyone else, there are fetch quests: everyone collect three Stormheart and five Volcanic Aurum. Swiftly negotiating for raw materials or for jewelry or weapons that can be melted down—or stealing them, because whatever, there will only be consequences if this doesn't work—requires venturing out of Kirkwall to track down miners, merchants, and collectors. And then there's the dragon blood.
In the meantime, keeping things afloat and planning contingencies remains necessary. For now, this remains only something that might work. If it doesn't, this is still the world and the war they're stuck with, so keeping it from getting worse in any avoidable way would be ideal.
For everyone else, there are fetch quests: everyone collect three Stormheart and five Volcanic Aurum. Swiftly negotiating for raw materials or for jewelry or weapons that can be melted down—or stealing them, because whatever, there will only be consequences if this doesn't work—requires venturing out of Kirkwall to track down miners, merchants, and collectors. And then there's the dragon blood.
In the meantime, keeping things afloat and planning contingencies remains necessary. For now, this remains only something that might work. If it doesn't, this is still the world and the war they're stuck with, so keeping it from getting worse in any avoidable way would be ideal.
Peter Parker | After
He searches through what supplies they have, trying to find the equivalent to ibuprofen and aloe vera.
"So is it like, elfroot I should be looking for or maybe something stronger?" He asks out loud, hoping one of his companions nearby will hear him.
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It might be temporary. That's what he's thinking, while he stares into the middle distance between himself and Peter, until his mouth movement catches his eye. He reads lips well enough to follow.
"Elfroot will help the pain," he says. His voice isn't too loud; he knows better than that. He gets up and comes closer. "It might help you heal up faster. We should have..."
A paste, somewhere, gritty and green, to apply directly to the scars. He crouches to help search, bottles and jars knocking quietly together as he moves them aside—he assumes, anyway—while keeping Peter's scarred face in his peripheral vision.
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On the other hand, the claw marks across his face look kind of cool, and he wonders if he'll be able to make use of them somehow in making himself look older and more badass then he really feels.
"Do you want some help looking?" He offers. His face burns but he's not entirely out of commission, if Bastien wants some assistance.
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He is very young. They have so few options these days, but Derrica wonders if they should have let him stay back at the Gallows. He had been at Granitefall too, and it is—
They've asked a lot of him. She knows this.
Her hands, outstretched, stop just short of touching his face.
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He holds himself steady and nods. "Yeah, okay," he says, quiet and subdued, as he gives her permission to examine his face.
He can't afford to be proud about this particular injury, not after...everything he's seen, especially recently.