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aterat2023-03-10 02:16 pm
ask_whydunit) wrote in aterat2023-03-10 02:16 pm
Panic at the harbor!
Who; Waver and Anyone
What; Smart idiot needs ass saved
Where; Harbor district at night
When; During the event
Warnings; Being attacked by a wererat pack. So there will be fighting/injury/giant rat people.
Note; If you would like something specific or have an idea, you are welcome to talk to me about it. I am also open to writing personalized starters or doing other stuff, just drop me a line over on the plotting post or send me a message on discord @ WhimsicalSpook#8219
Waver had decided to head to his workshop in the harbor district that evening. He cut rather quickly through the more populated area with its businesses. Passing by the forges and the louder taverns where people were being sent away after last call, he started towards the more rundown area where his destination was nestled. It wasn’t too far from the docks, surrounded by a few equally ramshackle, dilapidated abandoned buildings. All he had to do was cut down another back alley stretch and a turn down another and he’d be there.
Truth be told, Waver had been more than a little lucky in his time here. He had picked the area, knowing full-well that it was less desired because of the occasional situation with creatures overrunning the area since they weren’t dealt with as often as they were in the main areas of the city. But he’d set up a solid bounded field to deter things (and strangers) from getting too close to the workshop, and he was mindful of what alleyways had reported sightings of the harbor's less pleasant denizens.
That said, luck had an unfortunate way of running out, considering the recent warnings going out in the city. As the professor fiddled with his lighter to try to get a flame to light a mystic code for the last stretch of his walk, there was the unexpected sound of footfall ahead of him. A group? “Hm?” His eyes narrowed slightly, and he lowered the lighter, the shiny gold glinting in the moonlight as he glanced around, only to spot a group of people-no... Wererats, ahead of him. Those… are definitely some rodents of unusual size… He mused with a growing panic, as one seemed to make a sound and all eyes turned to him.
He had been so confident he knew which routes were best to take to avoid things like this… It was then he realized it was signalling to another of its group, who’d been positioned in the shadow of the building. “When the hell did they get so organized?” The magus jumped back just enough to avoid taking a direct strike, but it still caught his side with a tear of fabric and a shot of pain that caused him to let out a shout.
A follow up curse on the tip of his tongue as he looked to the alleyway’s exit, backing up further to try to keep out of arm’s reach of the wererat that had attacked first. But… Well, there were a few more at either end of the alleyway. A whole damn pack? Fantastic…
Thunder rumbled in the distance as he dug a small glass bottle out from one of the inside pockets of his jacket and considered his options. A storm was coming, probably one of the fast moving ones that had plagued the weather recently. Not something he wanted to be caught in the middle of on top of this. Swirling the liquid inside, he activated his circuits and uttered a quiet word to add a little extra bang to the mixture, then wound back to throw it at one end of the alleyway to hopefully scattered the wererats there. The bang and the flash of light that lit up the night blinding and sending the creatures shrieking. A simple trick, but effective nonetheless. Probably wouldn’t work a second time, so he took off at a run to the next alleyway in hopes of getting to his workshop before they caught up…
Only to get tackled by the first wererat again, the others not far behind to circle around and close them off. Its jaws snapped at him and causing him to recoil and try to push it off of him even as he fell to the street. This was not happening. He was not about to become a wererat himself. Nope. Definitely not!
“Not interested in joining your little club, you fucking demonic beast!” He snapped, tone high in a panic, trying to push back against it and get in a decent opportunity for a feeble gandr shot that might deter it.
This just wasn’t his night.
What; Smart idiot needs ass saved
Where; Harbor district at night
When; During the event
Warnings; Being attacked by a wererat pack. So there will be fighting/injury/giant rat people.
Note; If you would like something specific or have an idea, you are welcome to talk to me about it. I am also open to writing personalized starters or doing other stuff, just drop me a line over on the plotting post or send me a message on discord @ WhimsicalSpook#8219
Waver had decided to head to his workshop in the harbor district that evening. He cut rather quickly through the more populated area with its businesses. Passing by the forges and the louder taverns where people were being sent away after last call, he started towards the more rundown area where his destination was nestled. It wasn’t too far from the docks, surrounded by a few equally ramshackle, dilapidated abandoned buildings. All he had to do was cut down another back alley stretch and a turn down another and he’d be there.
Truth be told, Waver had been more than a little lucky in his time here. He had picked the area, knowing full-well that it was less desired because of the occasional situation with creatures overrunning the area since they weren’t dealt with as often as they were in the main areas of the city. But he’d set up a solid bounded field to deter things (and strangers) from getting too close to the workshop, and he was mindful of what alleyways had reported sightings of the harbor's less pleasant denizens.
That said, luck had an unfortunate way of running out, considering the recent warnings going out in the city. As the professor fiddled with his lighter to try to get a flame to light a mystic code for the last stretch of his walk, there was the unexpected sound of footfall ahead of him. A group? “Hm?” His eyes narrowed slightly, and he lowered the lighter, the shiny gold glinting in the moonlight as he glanced around, only to spot a group of people-no... Wererats, ahead of him. Those… are definitely some rodents of unusual size… He mused with a growing panic, as one seemed to make a sound and all eyes turned to him.
He had been so confident he knew which routes were best to take to avoid things like this… It was then he realized it was signalling to another of its group, who’d been positioned in the shadow of the building. “When the hell did they get so organized?” The magus jumped back just enough to avoid taking a direct strike, but it still caught his side with a tear of fabric and a shot of pain that caused him to let out a shout.
A follow up curse on the tip of his tongue as he looked to the alleyway’s exit, backing up further to try to keep out of arm’s reach of the wererat that had attacked first. But… Well, there were a few more at either end of the alleyway. A whole damn pack? Fantastic…
Thunder rumbled in the distance as he dug a small glass bottle out from one of the inside pockets of his jacket and considered his options. A storm was coming, probably one of the fast moving ones that had plagued the weather recently. Not something he wanted to be caught in the middle of on top of this. Swirling the liquid inside, he activated his circuits and uttered a quiet word to add a little extra bang to the mixture, then wound back to throw it at one end of the alleyway to hopefully scattered the wererats there. The bang and the flash of light that lit up the night blinding and sending the creatures shrieking. A simple trick, but effective nonetheless. Probably wouldn’t work a second time, so he took off at a run to the next alleyway in hopes of getting to his workshop before they caught up…
Only to get tackled by the first wererat again, the others not far behind to circle around and close them off. Its jaws snapped at him and causing him to recoil and try to push it off of him even as he fell to the street. This was not happening. He was not about to become a wererat himself. Nope. Definitely not!
“Not interested in joining your little club, you fucking demonic beast!” He snapped, tone high in a panic, trying to push back against it and get in a decent opportunity for a feeble gandr shot that might deter it.
This just wasn’t his night.
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He finally looked at Terra as the man spoke up, the wrinkles in his brow deepening slightly as he realized the keyblade was gone again. When he felt less like passing out, he definitely wanted to ask about that thing… The mage nodded reluctantly, though. “A little, yeah. Damned things got the jump on me earlier, before I was tackled.” His words were a little unsteady as he removed the scarf he had pressed against his side for a proper look. It could be worse, he noted, glad he hadn’t taken a direct hit. Probably wouldn’t have been anything to save if he had… And it wasn’t a bite, so that was also a positive… Instead, it’s a slash to his side, and it was still bleeding. So he guessed it could also be better too… “I’ll need to dress it properly at the workshop.” And dump as much disinfectant on it as he could. He didn’t want to think about what other kinds of germs those things carried beyond the obvious.
The world shifted uncomfortably, and he blinked to clear his vision. Gods, he doesn’t want to ask more of Terra after he already owed the guy one… But he also isn’t so much of an idiot to try to make it back on his own. He knows how easily he passes out in this condition. “Don’t suppose you’d mind escorting me there, would you?”
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But he saw the bite and scowled. How they had gotten a hold of Waver and managed to land that bite was something that just go him angry. And so he simply resummoned Earthshaker. Raising it above the mage's head, Terra's blue eyes looked at the tip and gave it one command. "Heal." As soon as he did that, the healing magic went to the mage, amidst a burst of gold light and gold feathers. Once the magic had been executed, Terra again banished his keyblade.
He waited a moment and nodded. "Let me know if that's any better. If it's healed up, you won't need to treat it." And he tried a tiny smile, sure that it had worked. However, that was up to Waver to tell him.
Hearing that his help was still needed, Terra nodded. "I'll make you get back safe." He was pretty sure the mage would be fine on his own after that, but he would ensure the other man's safety while he was here.
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The return of the weapon gets a slightly alarmed rise of his brows, eyes darting around as he wondered if the rats had returned, or worse, if something was controlling the man (it happened where Waver was from). Only to find that this was something else entirely as the pain in his side faded and the wound seemed to close up. “Healing magic.” Waver mumbled, feeling a little stupid after his tired ramble about needing to tend to the injury. He hadn’t expected this in the least, but it was a damn relief to know there were people here capable of it when he wasn’t particularly skilled at it either. It wouldn’t help with the fatigue, of course, and his body tended to revolt post injury even with magical aided healing… But it was a big concern off his plate. He wasn’t even sure what he had left in the kit at his workshop to begin with, given how often things seemed to happen in this world.
“Ah… Well, it seems like I owe you more than one now.” He mumbled, feeling a bit awkward, before adding a distracted word of thanks. “Thanks, it’s a big help.” He pushed himself to his feet properly.
It was true, though, once he was in his workshop, he’d be safe for the evening. The wererats, and honestly most unwanteds, wouldn’t be able to make it past a bounded field. Unless you knew what was there, or powerful enough that these things didn’t affect you…? One wouldn’t really register that someone might be there, or that there was anything worth seeing. “It’s this way. I wasn’t far from it at least.” The fact that he’d been so damn close was a tiny point of annoyance though. If he’d been a little quicker, maybe this could’ve all been avoided.
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Terra shook his head in regards to the being owed. "It's okay. You're safe now and that's what counts." He never did anything with payback in mind, Master Eraqus had drilled that sort of honour thing in him at a young age. Besides, at least at home he was able to get munny and even here he had enough to keep him busy even if there was that fixing up project he had to get going on.
Safety first.
But he walked in the direction that Waver indicated with a nod. "I'm not sure more will want to come back, so you should be safe once we get there." That was always a concern of his and he didn't mind the walk. Besides, it kept him in shape and that was important too even though he did have quite a lot of exercise.
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Glancing at the man sidelong, he decided it was something worth explaining. “You’ll need to adjust to passing through it, since it’s a barrier that focuses on the mind rather than a physical one. Means ignoring your natural instincts and thought process. What each individual thinks upon coming across one varies. Some think they’ve taken a wrong turn and just go another way, or that there’s nothing of interest to see. Some also describe a feeling of wrongness like they shouldn’t be there, so they leave. Regardless, it can be a little jarring to approach until you’re used to it. Won’t be as bad after you pass through it the first time, though.”
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Blue eyes turned to look at the mage when passing the barrier was mentioned. Here he thought he'd just leave the guy as soon as he was safe. That's what he was doing here, escorting the guy to safety.
"As soon as we get there, you're going to be safe inside of the barrier you made, right?"
He couldn't come up with a good reason to pass through it, so he was asking to test his theory out.
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Waver nodded to the question. As long as the field held up the workshop would simply pass by people’s notice. That included the wererats and other undesirable creatures that might prey upon humans, unless they were terribly powerful. “I will be, yes. On that note, the edge of it is here.” Which was why Waver brought it up in the first place. The bounded field extended further than the door, all the way to a lamppost near the road. When some people were escorting you, they generally did so to the door and Waver hadn’t wanted the man to be surprised by the mental barrier that was well before that if he did try to do that. “Thank you for your help this evening… I owe you one.” He said, considering Terra for a moment before adding. “So if you need any help with something I can assist with down the line, give me a call.”
And because Waver is still as tired as he is from the ordeal, he offers a nod in parting. “Good evening, Terra. Be careful out there.” He added in parting before heading towards the shop. The minute he was beyond the barrier he would be harder to perceive or focus on even if Terra knew he was there… So that was a good sign that the job was done.