Who: Dualscar and YOU
When: Any time throughout the curse period
Where: For some, at Dualscar's hive, but he can be found anywhere in Vatheon as he's been wandering aimlessly all week
For those at Dualscar's hive
[Dualscar consciousness has been trying to get home for most of the week, but he's having a really hard time remembering where he lives. After several days of wandering, getting lost, and having somewhat vocal tantrums elsewhere in Vatheon, Dualscar finally stumbles his way up the steps and tries the door]
Hello? [He calls out, stepping uncertainly through the doorway. He thinks this is his hive.] Ith anyone here?
For everyone else
[Dualscar can be found pretty much wherever, suffering from Mituna's brain problems. He has a tendency to trip on nothingness, or get confused and wander off in the wrong direction. When he gets frustrated, watch out, he's got a mouth on him.
He took off the helmet at some point and threw it into his captchalogue - or maybe just threw it away - and that might not have been a very good idea. His body spasms at times, and sometimes he simply can't stop himself from falling, occasionally even hitting his head on the ground.
This is pretty much the most miserable Dualscar's ever been.
Dare to approach the violet-blood trapped in a broken yellow-blood body?]
Orphaner Dualscar and the good citizens of VatheonWhere:
Anywhere around the city or islandWhen:
Generally towards the latter half of the curse weekStatus:
Starting in prose, but I'll follow your lead
Dualscar wasn't sure what made him put the very special purple mask
on, but once he had done so, he slowly found that he had begun to seek high places throughout the island. When he stood above the city, his cape blowing in the wind that inexplicably flowed through the bubble, he felt he could see good and evil below.
And as he watched the movements of the city, understood their ebb and flow, he grew to realize that he needed to seek out the cesspools of evil, festering in the city, to protect the innocent citizens just trying to make a living in this bubble under the sea. He had been chosen, somehow. He was the only one who could, and with great power, came great responsibility.
So Dualscar decided:
He would fight crime.
Who: Sollux Captor and Feferi Peixes
When: IDK, sometime during the curse
Where: Starting at their hive
[Sollux has now been here long enough that he's not fooled when his mark glows and nothing seems to happen. With a bit of scouring on the network over the last couple of hours, and then some testing to be sure, he knows what this curse is about, and he's not happy.
He hasn't come out of his respite block since.]
Demyx, Fai, Faris, Feferi, Ioder, and LaharlWhen:
Closed( Map and prompt behind cut )Enjoy fighting your giant slime! While it's not as tough as the werewolf, it's got some tricks up its sleeve. Melee attacks will not be particularly effective against the slime, though they will serve to keep it off the mages. Anyone that gets close runs the risk of being poisoned, so watch out! Water spells will work, but they have a pretty high chance of making the slime reproduce and spawn a bunch of little slimes. Once it's halfway down, it will do this anyway. For the final phase, it will condense into something that can be attacked properly by melee characters but its poison will be that much more intense. Hope you brought a lot of potions.
Who: Equius and various other questers
When: level-grinding o'clock
Where: All over
Status: semi-open; if anyone wants to quest with this guy, let me know!
[You know what sucks? Being a cleric and not getting any good spells until you're at an insane level sucks. Holy is a pretty amazing spell, but you've got to kill a lot of grass monsters to get it. Not only that, but you need someone to protect you from said grass monsters, since you can do no real damage on your own. Life is hard, it really is.]
[This is Equius. He's a cleric. He's level-grinding so he can get some decent offensive stuff, and this is his story.]
Who: The Gromble and ~you~
When: Late night, March 2nd
Where: The plaza
[When The Gromble awakens, the first thing he notices is how wet he is. It's not the comforting sludge of his bed, it's almost like clean water. The Gromble just barely suppresses a shudder as one of the locals approaches with a welcoming kit. He's shocked to say the least when the human walks right up to him and shoves a fresh towel in his face, cheerfully telling him he should dry off before he gets sick. What in the name of the pool is wrong with that human?! Can't they see how terrifyingly hideous he is?
They must be drugged like those strange love-and-peace humans from a few decades back. It's the only acceptable explanation. No sane human wouldn't recoil from his grotesque visage!
Rather than wipe off his protective coat of grime he chooses to toss the towel to the side, red heels quickly click-clacking their way to the nearest garbage can and propelling him inside where he can safely read his pamphlet and observe the sparkling clean plaza. Truly, humans were absolutely unfathomable creatures, who would want to live in a place like this?
He remains there absorbing the information written in the pamphlet (the whole thing sounds ridiculous, really) until someone approaches the trash can. He's feeling pretty cranky, a good scare might cheer him up. He hunkers down, ready to loom at the person. Come at him, Vatheon.]
Who: Dr. Stein and you!
Where: The plaza
When: Right after his arrival! (Tuesday, Jan 29)
[There are some people who don't mind getting soaked to the skin. There are some people who do mind it. Stein is one of those people who acts a bit like a wet cat, removing his lab coat and shaking it out, carding his hands through his hair and trying to flick out the water, and making an annoyed expression at the general wetness involved in arriving in Vatheon.
This does mean that the tall, scarred man with the metal bolt stuck through his head is not exactly looking where he's going.]