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Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
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naeva dos martos | OTA

[desirestruth]

A. Schwarzwald
[No one had warned Naeva about this, but there a sense she doesn't mind. Deep in these dark woods, the sounds of a great beast can be heard, howling in the night. If you are particularly lost, the beast will appear, and if you stop shrieking, you will find...

That's Naeva! She's just gonna lead you back to the chateau to rest. You may also instead meet her Riolu on the path, carrying a large moonflower and feeling very important. He will also help those lost find safety and shelter.]

B. Submariner
[So she doesn't know how she got here or why she's stuck on a giant manta ray underwater, but Naeva has followed her sense of smell to a certain person's room and accidentally discovered the window. Which means there is...a literal golden backed jackal sitting in the hammock with it's snout pressed to the window. A Riolu sits with her, also pressed to the window, they are going to be incredibly easy to startle.]

C. Casita
[Startled by the bright sunshine and colors when she'd been places much darker, Naeva got a little lost in the Casita. Luckily, she's managed to find her way back to the courtyard and seems to have knelt down to talk to the Rattata here. The Casita keeps trying to herd her towards Antonio's room for some reason? She's trying to figure out what's going on, but she'd welcome company. Or an arepa. Mostly company.]

D. Wildcard

[Don't like any of these options! Feel free to write your own.]

[Note: Naeva as a beast is battleable as a pokemon, but will deliberately lose any fight unless fighting someone who really demands she does not hold back.]

B

[nevercaught]

It is a lovely view, is it not? [a soft voice with a lilt to it that she might remember from Halloween says from behind her. Jarlaxle's skin has taken on a more dark grey color than dark brown, with purplish undertones. His ears come to a sharp point.]

[desirestruth]

[You'd think with jackal ears she'd be harder to startle, but she did jump and with a loud yip has transformed back into a lady.

With...bigass jackal ears.]

Wh--Oh! Mr. Jarlaxle?

[The scent she can recognize now, too--she is grateful her body remembers even when her senses were dulled.]

Oh...dear me, have I intruded?

[nevercaught]

[He laughs softly.]

Mm, not necessarily. Would you be amenable to sharing the hammock?

[Look, you are a lovely shapeshifter. He does not mind at all that the hammock's gravity will have the two of you sitting side to side.]

[desirestruth]

[She is married and would protest but also has no idea about physics or beds so she doesn't know what's happening! So she'll just pick up Remy to scoot him on over and make room.]

Unless I've mislaid my guess--and with this much lavender, I may have--this is your room, isn't it? So truly, it's your hammock we're sharing.

[nevercaught]

It is! This is my stateroom on the Scarlet Marpenoth and those are my harp and harpsichord and that is my trunk and if we open up the closet, there should be some rather splendid wine to share! Would you like to?

[He'll just take his place on the hammock first, before any wine is fetched.]

[desirestruth]

Oh, I don't drink...wine.

[She smirks a little, at her own private joke. And, come to think of it, sitting close to her might make something noticeable--she's...room temperature. Paler than she was in the ballroom.]

Scarlet...Marpenoth, is it? It's quite a remarkable place.

[nevercaught]

[It is interesting. He notes it, but doesn't say anything just yet.]

She is! I commissioned her at great expense from a team of gnomish engineers.

[desirestruth]

...Gnomish?

[What...is a gnome.

As she's holding her Riolu, her temperature does warm up--pokemon are generally warm-blooded, one must assume, and he's very wiggly.]

A (in which Sion goes off like the sword/shield protag investigating the slumbering weald)

[dreamsofahero]

Sion's been in Johto a long time now, and thus been through many of these 'weird weekends'. For the most part, they exasperate him more than surprise him, but finding himself in a forest that's most definitely not from this world is admittedly a bit new. That said, he doesn't find it particularly intimidating--this being the time when everyone's powers are returned means he's technically one of the scarier things here and he knows it--which in turn means that rather than stick to the path, he's more than a little curious to see if that howling is something that needs to be addressed before someone else winds up here.

That, and it's a good distraction, and he can always use distractions during this time of year.

Of course, being no stranger to supernatural nasties, while the 'beast' can undoubtedly get the drop on him thanks to being on home turf, Sion's response is to immediately assume a position ready to fight rather than freak out when he's startled. There might even be a few smokey tendrils of darkness starting to appear near him, but before they can coalesce into anything, he pauses, squinting at the 'monster'. There's something familiar...

"..... Naeva?"


((Note: Sion is partially merged with one of the gods of his canon; if Naeva can sense things of a magical/spiritual nature, feel free to have her pick up on this!))

Quick, get this man a wooloo

[desirestruth]

The great beast turns, her eyes gleaming in the darkness of the forest, almost unnaturally bright and golden. She is staring at that magic more than she's staring at him, but once he speaks she does come closer, without...bothering to change back. She's nearly eleven feet tall like this, now...those teeth are as long as his hand. She leans down slowly, to be at eye level to Sion, and her voice is a quite, growly rasp when she does speak.

"Sion, what exactly is going on with your magic?"

One gets the sense she would have sworn if she was less proper a person.

[dreamsofahero]

Oh good, he guessed correctly. Any remains of the bits of smokey darkness that may have been forming around him dissipates when she responds to the name, though Sion can only give a somewhat strained smile at that question.

"I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more specific than that..."

In other words, it's complicated.

[desirestruth]

"You smell like divinity."

Apparently that is a thing she can smell. She leaned in a little farther to sniff at him further, even! It would probably be less disconcerting if she'd retailed a human form. Oh dear.

"But you are not a Witch, and certainly not one like Hadrian. What were those shadows?"

[dreamsofahero]

... Ah. Well, at least that's very specific, even if none of this is a topic Sion particularly likes talking about. Really, he probably seems more put out about having to explain than the huge creature sniffing at him. Maybe he's spent too much time in Pokémon land.

"That would be Aslude Roland, also known as the Mad Hero. A fallen god sealed within the land of the Roland Empire. As a descent of the royal family I was able to lay claim to and use his power, if at a price." Said price being slowly sacrificing his own humanity, not to mention the constant agony having that power entails. "What you saw was a manifestation of that power."

He holds out a hand, and wispy strands of darkness promptly coil and gather, forming a black sword of darkness. Sion doesn't make any move to use it, however, and should Naeva even begin to get too close he'll immediately dissipate it again. It is a highly dangerous weapon designed to slay even gods, after all.

[desirestruth]

Naeva is silent for a while, watching the sword, before she sits back on her heels and--the moment of transformation is so smooth you'd almost believe the beast had never been there, but for how unnaturally bright Naeva's eyes still glow. She does seem to be rather...weary, at the sense of it.

"Ah...this is not an aspect of life I'd have liked to see had in common."

She sighs, shaking her head, and then gestures--a moonflower sprouts from the ground, seeming to almost hand her it's lantern-like bloom.

"Come, then. There's at least more comfortable places here, to explore...and a sword like that will make the Forest nervous."

[dreamsofahero]

With a wave of his hand the sword is gone again, though naturally the power that manifested it still resides within Sion. He raises an eyebrow at her first remark, though he doesn't question it just yet.

"The forest is wise, then," he remarks. "I take it you're familiar with this place? Then certainly lead the way, if you feel there's someplace else more appropriate."

[desirestruth]

"Of course I am." She looks back at him, and smirks a bit in the glow of the lantern, before she starts down a path that...was definitely not there seconds before.

"Welcome to the Black Forest, the well and seat of my power, and home to my people."

A

[psionicmolotov]

[ Being a drow again means he is once again subject to sunlight's deleterious effects, and so finding a dark forest to duck into is a relief from the sun's harsh rays.

The howling does not disturb him. He moves through the forest like someone completely comfortable in their own skin and confident of their own power, despite having no visible armaments or armor. His Pokemon are there, of course, and he can finally speak to them the way they speak to him, but there is the sense that even without that, he would not be unarmed.

He walks and continues walking, deep into the forest. He has no particular aim but to explore. ]

[desirestruth]

[It is not a quiet place, to a psionicist. There are a great deal of wild pokemon here--who do not under any circumstances want to approach him--but a larger, greater mind is watching him. The Forest itself. It, too, seems to be in no hurry to poke the small elf-shaped grenade, but sooner or later an Absol appears to yip at him, not long before the Beast herself appears.

She is not aggressive, mostly following the feel of the Forest's unease, only to find a familiar scent. His appearance is odd but Jarlaxle prepared her for this. And the scent...]

Ah. Kimmuriel.

[Well, sure is Naeva's voice.]

[psionicmolotov]

[ The clamor of hundreds of smaller minds, the contrast of a larger and quieter one. For once he can say it is a pleasant feeling, to have his skull so crowded. He has missed his psionics dearly.

His ears twitch a little at Naeva's voice. His own Absol yips back quietly, following at his heels faithfully. ]

Did you have some business with me?

[desirestruth]

No. But the Forest found your presence strange enough to call me to it.

[It called her to him. That implies the Forest sees her as a guardian, if nothing else. She makes a quiet, yipping noise to his Absol--reassurance, largely, that she is merely enjoying the comfort of this form.]

But you don't appear to be lost, or inclined to take axe or flame to any of the trees, so there is no cause for it's caution, is there?

[psionicmolotov]

Perhaps it is simply unused to another presence that can sense its mind. [ He naturally assumes Naeva is able to feel it - she is clearly attuned to it, after all, for it to call to her and for her to respond.

Kimmuriel's Absol sniffs at this strange, shape-changed person, wagging its tail slowly. They understand, even if they don't quite know why. ] Or because I hold a great deal of power, perhaps, though I have no reason to turn it onto this place.

[desirestruth]

A little of both, I suspect. The Forest cannot solve problems without...escalation.

[After a moment, she lets her form return to being at least somewhat person-shaped. Towering that much over people was putting a crick in her neck--]

Your...power does not return to the world around you when used, does it? That would also make you odd, to the Forest.

[psionicmolotov]

[ He shakes his head. ] It is entirely internal - a product of the mind. It is simply harnessing what already exists - any person is a store of energy. They simply cannot use it as a psionicist can.

Your magic works differently, then. Do you draw from nature, as a druid does?

[desirestruth]

As a Witch...my domain is over Life, one might say. Over the essential flow...typically, it is what rests in your veins. Every single thing that lives has something that carries it...and the Forest lends all of it's power to mine, wherever I may go. There has been exactly one exception, to date.

[She shrugs a little.] But it is simpler. Here, mana is also intrinsically part of our bodies. In blood, exhaled though the breathe, absorbed by the skin...those who use magecraft cycle it back faster, but it all returns to soil and dust, like anything else.

[Naeva pauses for a long moment, and tilts her head.]

Trees are not exactly quick to process new information. They wouldn't really have to be.