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[open] march catch all

🧙 WHO: felix and pals
⚔️️ WHAT: he's here... and he's not happy about it, but what's new!
🕒 WHEN: various times in march??
🗺️ WHERE: various places...
⚠️ WARNINGS: none at the moment!

i. the obligatory training prompt (tm)

[leave it to felix to find the training yard closest to the newcomers' hotel? leave it to felix to spend a good chunk of his evenings there, sequestered in the back corner as he swings his sword about. like, forget magic. seriously. felix wasn't terribly fond of it to begin with; the thunder magic he'd practiced in his own world was a tool to use when swords simply would not cut it (haha), but to have that stripped away and replaced with... magic dealing with animals...

...well! that's just insulting, really—which is why felix is here, perfecting familiar— and actually useful—techniques. he can and will ignore his new abilities for as long as he needs to, thanks! who needs them!

but others are here practicing their own magic—and maybe an errant spell flies a bit farther than someone expects? maybe it just so happens to breeze right past felix—who promptly jerks back, sword raised as his eyes snap right to the culprit. hey!]

Just what do you think you're doing?

[rude, as ever—but answer him, serrah!!! or face the consequences, ie... an ever-sharpening Look.]

ii. that's one bad bunny

[okay, so maybe... animal magic can be useful, at times. possibly. not that felix is thrilled by this animal-related quest, once he figures out how to work this new-fangled phone of his and finds it at the top o' the list; like, he has no idea what pop-up bunny cafés are and he no real desire to find out, but! but. a man must eat, which means that a man must earn some money—and really, how hard can finding a single rabbit be?

answer: incredibly difficult, apparently. it's not like felix has paid much attention to rabbits before this, aside from the odd one bagged while hunting, but he soon finds out that rabbits... simultaneously look very different and very similar. telling them apart is so difficult? and speaking to them is so—well. he's yet to master the art of conversing with animals, given how recently he's arrived; sometimes the meaning of various, ah, words flickers in and out of his understanding, but...

...but. catch felix hugo fraldarius, swords strapped at his hip, crouched before a rather cute-looking rabbit in a bustling café? scowling down at it as it blinks back up at him, nose twitching, because goddess above—]

I didn't ask about his—performance. That's hardly— [aaAH. let him just bring a hand up to scrub at his (reddening) face, trying (and failing) to remain Calm before he snaps:] Stop playing around!

[why are rabbits so shameless! holy shit. please help him... or fuss at him for raising his voice at such an adorable little critter.]

iii. time for some r&r... or else

[hey, so quick question: what the heck is yoga? felix would really like to know, thanks, because as felix glances at the people around him, so many of which are bending into seemingly possible shapes—oh, he is so lost. this is very much not his idea of a good time.

but someone cheerfully informs him that he has to, like, chill out and enjoy the vibes, man! that he's totally stuck here until he masters five of these simple poses—and while felix does, in fact, argue with this person? while felix does, in fact, check out this shield, banging his fist against it like an idiot until he realizes there's no way in hell he's going to bust through? felix has things that he would like to do.

and thus felix is soon attempting—attempting—the current pose. it's going just as well as one might expect? i.e. felix is kneeling, doing his best to bend backward without removing his sword belt, or his coat, or anything else that is currently hindering his progress. he's stubborn like that—and maybe this results in him accidentally elbowing the person next to him?? hope they don't expect an apology, because all that can be heard is a muttered curse.

or maybe the person beside him is also struggling, in which case: hey. hello. as felix tries to bend that much farther backward, he mutters, darkly:]

They expect us to break our backs? [PFH.] This is ridiculous.

[people just aren't meant to fold this way, okay!!]

iv. wildcard

[feel free to mess with these prompts as you see fit, but if they're not workin' for you? hit me up over at tuchanka or shoot me a pm and i will write a custom starter! we can tackle the other quests or pick some silly stuff from the tdm, because i'm hungry for cr... let's go, gang...]

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[frost fairies! frost fairies. the silly sort of thing felix read about as a child; the silly sort of thing he's long since outgrown—and yet here he is, staring down at at the planter he's painstakingly assembled in the hopes of attracting said fairies' attention. he feels... rather foolish, honestly. arranging flowers is not a very felix-y thing to do, and thus he's of half a mind to abandon this planter entirely. yes, he'd agreed to build this at the behest of a local—because no, he doesn't have anything better to do in this new place, but surely they can finish it...

...except that felix isn't in the habit of half-assing anything? and that, as felix places a dirt-covered hand on his hip, he hears the unmistakable sound of someone approaching. his "supervisor," he thinks, come to check on his progress and inform him of the next step. lovely. with any luck, maybe they'll simply admire his handiwork and send him on his way.

but felix has never been a very lucky individual, really—which is why, as he turns back to grace his "supervisor" with a mildly impatient look, some small part of him is not terribly surprised to see someone else entirely? someone taller, and blonder, and unfortunately(?) familiar.

...ah.

his eyes do widen; there's no getting around that reaction, but as he stiffens, unconsciously digging his fingers deeper into his hip:]

Boar.

[spoken sharply, as ever, because is it... good, to see him? is it? better the beast one knows than the beast one does not—and yet felix studies dimitri's face through narrowing eyes, knowing that, while he looks well enough, there could be so much more lurking just beneath the surface.]

Edited 2021-03-11 23:19 (UTC)

[ They are both here for the same reason — Dimitri was asked to help, and far be it from him to turn down such an earnest request, even if it's to do something so seemingly trivial that it almost seems like someone is playing a joke on him. He certainly has no green thumb, either, no matter how he might like to think some of Dedue's tendencies rubbed off on him, and after his third attempt at flattening the flowers in the pursuit to arrange them, he is kindly ushered away to aid someone else in the next step of the summoning ritual.

He can only hope that what comes next is better suited to his skillset, though he has his doubts, particularly when he approaches and identifies the person he has been asked to come assist.

Unlike Felix, Dimitri makes no move to mask the spectrum of emotions that cross his features, even if muddled together as they are, they're difficult to name. It's strange, how he'd gone so many years without seeing his schoolmates, his friends, but he'd been so numb to it all that the loneliness had hardly registered. Now, it's only been a handful of months, and his heart has ached to see them more than he can say.

At the same time...it's Felix. There's relief in Dimitri's eyes, but his chest is also tight, restrictive, almost wistful, because this should be a joyful reunion, but it won't be.

He hesitates only a moment, collecting himself with a deep breath that reaches his shoulders. ]

Felix. [ Cautious, but not without warmth. ] It's good to see you.

[ And it is. Theirs is a relationship that is complicated and fraught, but the presence of a familiar face is overwhelmingly welcome. ]

[it would be easier, really, if dimitri were not so... open? if that relief in his eye was not as clear as day, to felix, because—well. there is a part of felix—a small part, he frequently tells himself, so small and so stupid—that does, and always will, care for the person who was once his dearest friend. even now, as he stubbornly holds dimitri's gaze, that part of felix wonders when dimitri arrived, and who he arrived with, and how he's dealt with anything and everything—

(if the shock of existing here will undo the apparent change felix's father brought about? if the dimitri he sees now, calm and composed, is simply the beast wearing yet another mask.)

—but things are complicated. weighed down by the history they share, and thus felix glances back down at his planter, pressing his lips into a thin line as he attempts to keep everything in check. it's good to see you.]

So you say.

[good for you, that tone implies, but not for me—and that is not entirely accurate? which is, truth be told, why felix deigned to say anything at all , because they both know that he's perfectly capable of staying silent. it would have been easier (and more hurtful) to remain silent; it would be easy to lapse into silence now—and yet, rather abruptly:]

I didn't see you in the lake. [an accusation, of sorts, made all the clearer by the way his sharp eyes flick back to dimitri's.] Where were you hiding?

[a rude and rather roundabout way to ask an important question.]

[ For a moment, he wonders, he hopes, that perhaps a warmer welcome is on the cusp, that perhaps the sheer realization that they've both made it here will be enough to tip the scales, but that's not the reaction he deserves, and especially not from Felix. His brows drop as his expression sobers, the unexpected elation at seeing the face of a dear, old friend settling back deep in his heart.

So, that's how it's going to be, then. ]

I arrived some months ago. Please, accept my apologies for not being there to welcome you.

[ No one had been there the month before, so he expected the same once this month's arrivals showed up. And if he's being really honest with himself, dealing with that disappointment again was something he wanted to avoid. Perhaps being alone here was meant to be his curse, recompense for his innumerable sins, but if any of them should have made it out of whatever snapped up their reality, it shouldn't have been him in the first place.

All the more reason to be grateful Felix is here. ]

Arriving in this world can be...overwhelming. [ A beat. ] Are you well?

[ There's no reason to be indirect about his concern. Not anymore. ]

[listen: felix didn't want to drink the smoothie. he didn't! all it took was one (1) glance at the colorful cup for felix to know it contained way more sugar than he typically consumes in, like, a month—but the hawker was persistent? kept blathering on about boosting felix's natural... something-or-other, and thus felix cannot be blamed for a) snapping at them and b) taking the cup just so the other hawkers would leave him be. he already has one, thank you... he does not need another one, please just let him pass...

and plus he's sure that he can just, you know... pass it off to sylvain, whenever he manages to find him. they'd agreed to meet here-ish after looking for quick ways to make some money, so sylvain is around here somewhere—and sylvain is fine with sweet things. win/win.

but it's hot, okay? and there are too many people, and really, felix cannot be blamed for taking a sip of this strawberry-rose concoction—and immediately pulling a disgusted face when the sweetness all but clocks him upside the head. how do people stomach such things...

...a mystery felix is, in fact, still pondering as he finally catches sight of sylvain leaning against something or another, and—oh? oh. there's just something about him, felix thinks. he just looks, like—well, felix supposes he must always look acceptable, given the way others are constantly batting their lashes at him, but there's something different about him now. weird. felix feels as though he should relay this very important information.

and listen: he's seen sylvain relay such information to others? countless times throughout the years, actually, so maybe this is why felix steals a move from sylvain's playbook: as felix approaches his friend, he sort of... sidles up next to him, casually leaning back against the same thing that sylvain is leaning against. so cool! so casual. hey, girl—]

Sylvain. You look— [wait for it, wait for it] —well.

[oh hell yeah. definitely nailed that.]

Edited 2021-03-12 03:14 (UTC)

[ sylvain is fine with sweet things and he is around here somewhere, after getting wrangled into doing the yoga challenge. his favorite position is downward dog, go figure. anyway, he goes to meet up with felix after finally being freed from torture, taking a look at some passing hawker's smoothie selection, leaning against this post and letting the guy talk about the benefits of boosting his spirit. is he going to take the bait?? who knows, but the guy is passionate, so he figures he can at least humor him.

but thankfully, felix comes to save him, sidling up next to him like he does whenever he's about to shit on someone's sword form, or for taking the last meat skewer. and sylvain, ever accommodating, leans down to meet him. except felix doesn't mutter lowly in his ear, and instead what he gets is... a compliment? ]

Oh— [ oh! oh? he's briefly caught off guard but he rallies, a laugh startled out of him as he turns towards felix properly. ] Thanks, Fe.

[ he's so... happy? like, this isn't even much of a compliment, honestly, but it's felix and usually it's like sylvain has to pull teeth sometimes just to get him to say something nice out of the blue like this, okay, and a lot has happened. so let him have this. this is also really embarrassing, so let's try that again. ]

Not too bad I guess for getting dropped into another world entirely, huh?

Edited 2021-03-16 10:20 (UTC)

[Well, looks like Felix is the victim of another failed attempt at correctly aiming the magic. Thankfully Hawk is an elemental magic user and wind is his own element so it's not a fireball. However, he had come up with an idea to try and better his control over it: knives made of wind. So Felix gets the equivalent of someone practicing knife throwing and tossing their knife backwards instead of at the target. Whoops.

When he hears the angry voice behind him, he quickly turns and sees a raised sword. Well, not gonna complain about that. Hawk will pull out his own swords and point one towards Felix.]

Doesn't really matter but raisin' a sword to someone like me is just askin' for a fight and I'm not one to refuse.

[bro! surely there's, like... training yard etiquette (tm) in every world?? or: this is felix's meditation space, and thus felix is definitely ready to throw down. spars are... therapeutic, and he's been training alone for far too long; some part of him is excited by the sight of this stranger drawing his sword, and yet, as felix is felix—well. he huffs out a breath, just barely canting his head to the side.]

You can't control your abilities. Are you even worth my time?

[never mind the fact that felix is also still learning his (objectively lamer) magic... it be like that...]

[We'll just assume they won't bother anyone else if they fight. Hawk is definitely not letting such a comment get to him, at least visibly.]

I didn't just pick up a sword a short time ago. Of course the first time I picked up a sword I killed a man. Afraid you'll be next?

[what better place to fight, really? they're already standing off to the side, more or less; no one is positioned too close to them, and thus felix tightens his grip on his weapon, a derisive huff escaping him. locker room talk... man, he's heard it all...]

Hardly.

[clear, easy confidence—but as felix is felix (and as it's been far too long since he's enjoyed a halfway decent fight):]

Well? What are you waiting for? I'm not intimidated—and I don't intend to waste my day on the likes of you.

[Don't need to tell hawk twice. He'll quickly move in going low for a hit to the legs with both of his swords. Always a good way to tell how good of an opponent he's dealing with since most don't expect their opponent to fight dirty or to be that fast and this prevents him from wasting time.]

[He hadn't been having a lot of success...which he had expected to some degree. After all, finding one rabbit among other rabbits...isn't that a little like looking for a needle at the bottom of the ocean?

Still, seeing someone else--who was frustrated, yes but more importantly seems to understand the rabbits--well. That was something that could only improve his chances.

With a polite smile he approaches. He crouches down beside this stranger.]

Pardon me for intruding. [He said serenely while not...sounding particular sorry or embarrassed at all.] I couldn't help over-hearing...were you perhaps talking about Sir Fuzzlerton? [How someone who looks like a well-mannered young master of some (ancient Chinese) noble house can say that name not only with a straight face but as if he were genuinely interested in hearing more about a rabbit of all things is a mystery.]

[an intrusion of this sort would normally earn the intruder a sharp look and even sharper words, but—well! well. this bunny... is shameless? if felix must speak to anyone, then felix would like nothing more than to speak to anyone but her.

so... hello? felix slides his gloved hand down to cover his mouth as he glances over at this newcomer, wondering if he can just, like, pass the bunny off to him. he seems serious enough! weird enough, goodess above—]

Yes, [he says, almost reluctantly. what a stupid name; what a stupid situation to find himself in.] I was told this... rabbit saw him last.

[the beautiful, snow-white, doe-eyed rabbit, who shifts about to blink innocently up at the new member of her audience. a beat, as she relays something to felix; another beat, as he shoots her a look and wonders why, oh why, he has found himself in the middle of this, before he all but chokes out:]

It—says hello.

[it? felix, you are speaking about a lady.]

[Chang Geng wasn't good at flirting, not like Gu Yun was, but he's been educated in court manners and he has a gentle sort of smile.

He applies both right now and inclined his head in lieu of a bow.]

Greetings to the young miss. Could I trouble you to answer a few questions for us?

["Us" because he has a feeling his brand new companion is at the end of his rope and liable to run and Chang Geng can't use animal magic.]

[oh, gross? is this charm? felix promptly looks back down at the rabbit—and keeps his gaze there, thanks, because he is woefully unprepared to deal with such things. the rabbit, however, is not, and thus, after a second of apparent silence:]

It says it doesn't mind. [another beat, and then, with a huff:] Fine! She doesn't mind.

[and he's half a mind to leave right here, right now, honestly, but he's been here for what feels like an hour; he would like to leave with something useful, which is why he chances a glance back toward this stranger.]

But it's a waste of time. She's—I don't know. Frivolous.

[flirty? felix is not flirty.]

[He pretends he doesn't notice the need for a correction.]

Many thanks.

[Frivolous he can deal with. After all, he's learned to make sense of Gu Yun's nonsense over the years. He notices the glance and only inclines his head a little to acknowledge it before turning back to the rabbit.]

Frivolous is such a terrible word. When one admires another isn't it natural to want to speak of them? [He speaks with such natural sincerity it's impossible to know what he feels about all this which is...actually bordering on apathy. This conversation is a means to an end but this is the man that within the next year will be famed for his silver-tongue.] Though, as much as I'd like to, I'm afraid we do not have the time to speak at length. You see, there's an important message I need to deliver to Sir Fuzzlerton. If you could let us know where he might be, I would be very thankful.

Thankfully it's not an especially big gout of flame that goes off suddenly; it's longer and less controllable than Chris would have liked, and almost hits Felix in the middle of a practice swing. She thought using her Rune-bearing hand to focus her magic would be a useful training tool, and it is. She can certainly produce flame now, but actually controlling it is a much more difficult proposition. She hasn't even tried the other elements yet. Thankfully, perhaps down to Felix's own discipline, the flame spurt misses him by inches, though he's likely still to feel its heat. Needless to say, Chris walks briskly over to apologize.

"Forgive me, sir. The spell went out of my control." She apologizes in frustration. She's trying to be better about that, but when her own inexperience almost results in an injury, it's hard not to take that personally. "Are you all right? I can have a healer called if you've suffered any burns because of my clumsiness." Not that he appears to have, but better safe than sorry.

Dressed head to toe in her platemail and sword sheathed at her belt (A little harder to get into these days without Louis to assist but she'll be damned if she's walking around without any protection) and her hair tied up in its braid, there's little chance of mistaking her as anything other than a career knight.

[While getting caught and forced to participate in this isn't exactly Jade's idea of a good time, the poses themselves don't seem to be giving her too much trouble— it's similar enough to much of the Angri-La training exercises she'd picked up over the years, thanks to Rab, and so while she does grunt a bit in getting there, she manages to bend back into the present pose just in time for the person next to her to jab her with his elbow.

Unwilling to risk moving her neck, her gaze moves to one side while she remains bent upside-down, and suddenly it becomes very clear just why Felix is having so much trouble.]

It might help if you were dressed for this. You don't have to break anything— just go as far as you can and they should be happy enough.

[That... actually probably depends on the individual, because they do seem intent on people mastering these poses. That's hardly practical.]

That swordbelt isn't helping you.

[Actively hindering, more like.]

[go as far as you can, this stranger says, and felix cuts her a sidelong look, not even bothering to disguise his frown. it must be nice to be so flexible, ma'am! like, felix certainly thought he was, but...

...well, you know. there's a difference between pre-spar stretching and whatever this is—and actually, speaking of:]

And this is?

[yoga is so... ugh! made all the worse by the loud, peppy person leading them through it, because no, felix will not take deep breaths; no, felix does not feel perfectly relaxed; no, felix is not grateful for this beautiful, beautiful day. someone is clearly drinking too much coffee.]

I'm not removing anything for such foolishness. [hmph! and as their leader pipes up once more, telling them to really bend those backs:] If this idiot comes closer, I intend to challenge them to a spar.

[let me go... or else! - felix, 2021]

[It is nice, thank you— she worked quite hard to get this way, in fact. She lets out a soft grunt as the effort required to maintain the pose steadily increases, each moment it's held a little more difficult than the last, but she persists.]

It's a form of exercise that can also serve as a sort of meditation— though you wouldn't know it by the personalities here.

[They at least have some degree of dislike for the person in charge in common.]

The faster you get through this, the sooner they'll let you leave, and then you can spar with anyone you want.

[She exhales loudly as they're instructed to relax and come out of the pose, sitting to prop herself up with her hands for a few moments before the next instruction is given.]

That said, it could be seen as an act of assault if you're too eager.

[ For someone who had prided herself on her control of her magic for the last year - up until the day she'd been dropped into a lake, at least - the sudden inability to master and control something that should be a simple spell was frustrating on an entirely new level.

Granted, her experience at this point had been with an entirely different sort of magic and perhaps the difference there had been the assistance of others familiar with the same flavors of it. But so far, Yona's attempts at exploring the workings of her new abilities have been going... less than stellar.

Such as the dart of flame that had suddenly taken off like the shot of an arrow, when all she'd meant to do was spin it up a little hotter at her fingertips.

...She doesn't want to think about why fire is still the element coming to her with the most ease, or how her attempts at the other elements are being met with even less success than this one.

But the sudden annoyed shout from where her fire had just inadvertently darted off to has her head coming up with jolt, before a sheepish look crosses her face and she scrambles to her feet to approach him. ]

Ahh...? I'm sorry! Are you alright?

[in an ideal world, this stranger would apologize from a healthy distance—when it comes to social distancing, felix, you see, is a true pioneer—but of course that isn't how it works? of course she chooses to come closer instead, and while felix's scowl deepens, he does lower his weapon as she approaches. his rudeness has limits; like, he's not out to challenge some random girl to a duel, no matter what she accidentally tossed his way...

but also, ma'am, what is this? concern? gross. there goes his free hand, settling right atop his hip.]

Obviously.

[he's just peachy, thanks! the very picture of good health—and a bad attitude.]

Pay more attention to your surroundings. Your mistakes are your responsibilities, not mine.

[ She just arches an eyebrow at his retort - not really offended by it, more surprised at his ire. Maybe he was having a very bad day? ]

Of course, you're right. I'm glad you're unharmed, however. I'm afraid my new magics are proving to be more... unpredictable than I anticipated.

[ She gives a sheepish wince because is that ever frustrating to admit. ]

[ What is it with this place and bunnies? It’s not enough that Blaze had to spend a night or two covered in them thanks to a rather unfortunate side effect of a ritual, but now there are… what she can only assume are temporary eateries, springing up all over the city that are rabbit themed.

Apparently these folks take their springtime traditions very seriously.

In any case, like most new arrivals, Blaze is in need of coin, and doing menial tasks like tracking down a lost pet is old hat to an Eorzean adventurer. This is the third such establishment she’s been in today, but it is the first where she’s found someone apparently… arguing with a rabbit?

She moves behind the man, crouching down herself, her forearms draped casually over her knees as she watches the exchange for a moment or two. She’s heard tell that some of their number have been given the ability to speak to animals, so perhaps this is what she’s seeing in action. ]

Having some trouble?

[you know, felix isn't expecting anyone to join him in this endeavor? and as he casts a sharp glance back over his shoulder to see who, exactly, is presumably speaking to hm, he certainly isn't expecting to see—well! well. @ the goddess, help him, but he does not want to repeat anything this rabbit says to a lady...]

What do you think?

[rude, as ever. sharp, but he promptly shifts his attention back down to this very, very cute rabbit.]

This... creature is impossible. [sylvainette the rabbit, really, which is probably why it's so easy for felix to glare down at her.] And I'm running out of patience. I told you to stop wasting my time.

[sylvainette, meanwhile:

]

[ Ah, this one’s a bit testy, isn’t he? Blaze’s first inclination is to tease, but given that he’s a stranger, he’s spared that fate for the moment. Her eyes flick back to the rabbit, one eyebrow arching. ]

She’s just a bunny. Have you tried asking nicely?

[ Blaze can’t talk to animals so she can’t begin to imagine what it’s like, but surely they’d respond to kindness just like anyone else? ]

[ Maribelle had voluntarily joined when she heard it was going to be relaxing and good for the body... and quickly realized both things are difficult to believe. This feels humiliating, but best to get it over with.

... but the elbowing isn't helping. At all. ]

Will you move? How do you expect us to finish this?

[well, ma'am! it's not like felix is out to elbow ladies—and all it takes is a glance for him to know that this is a lady, but as he is a) currently bent in an all-too-uncomfortable position and b) feeling kind of defensive about that:]

I don't know, but it would be easier if you would stay on your side. How much space do you even need?

[felix!!!]

I am staying on my side! You're the one invading my personal space! But I guess I should be grateful it's your elbow, and not your blasted sword, of all things...

[ Yeah, she's gunna be SUPER judgey about him still wearing all that. Once she's found one reason to get pissed, more quickly follow. ]

[Lightning is a familiar face around the training grounds, spending most—if not all—of her free time doing the same thing Felix is, likely in opposing corners because she can't be damned to train with someone; it's much easier to swing a sword at nothing than it is to coordinate shots. However, tonight, her corner's been occupied by someone else, and so she has to take a spot near the center of the yard. It's a good thing she's great at minding her own business, until...

She's tried to hone her new magic. It's a bit different from what she's used to back home, as a l'Cie: the lack of elemental magic is a bit strange and she's much less practiced in controlling this, but at least it isn't particularly harmful to anyone? She thinks?

Out of sheer curiosity, she attempts a light healing spell, and while she manages to conjure some magic, Lightning quickly loses control of it. A beam of white light shoots from her fingers and whizzes right by Felix's ear and lands against the wall near him with a splash, and when he shoots her that look, she mirrors it right back. She'd apologize, but he started it!!!]

Training, [she answers, her tone matter-of-fact.] These are the training grounds, right?

[felix has, truthfully, felt all manners of spells zip past him on the battlefield; the spell he felt and here now was not accompanied by, like, the crackle of electricity, nor the heat of flame, and yet it was more than enough to pull him from his practice—and that's annoying! dang! almost as annoying as the way she just returns his Look, as though he is in any way at fault...

or: what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?]

For those who know what they're doing, [he fires back, lowering his sword—but only a bit! only a bit.] Clearly you require supervision.

[we're off to such a great start.]

Not yours.

[This is clearly the beginning of a magical friendship.

Lightning's gaze lowers to his sword then, very slowly, comes back up to meet his again. Sizing him up, maybe, but she's left feeling only slightly impressed by the fact that he can carry that thing at all. She's got mad respect for anyone who knows how to use one, assuming he can. Not that she'll make it known.

She raises the palm of her hand, and a small glimmer of magic appears at her fingertips again, but whether she can keep control of this spell or not is irrelevant right now. She's only doing this to look Cool. ~~stop~~]

Healing magic's not the worst out here, so I'd count my blessings if I were you.

( it's hard to argue with these stupid shields when you spent last month turning into a lion at random intervals. but more than that, this is not the worst thing they've been locked into.

(dancing with nero to try and sync their magic? a disaster. never happening again.)

all things considered, the yoga session would be progressing just fine if someone, who shall remain nameless, would stop hammering at the shield. )

You done yet?

( that is somehow more annoying than the instructor talking about how they should be letting the magic flow from the ground through to their pelvic bones. )

[nothing is flowing through to felix's pelvic bones, thank you very much? leave space for the goddess?? or: this is definitely not felix's scene, and thus felix is not about to give up on breaking through this barrier. if there's a will, there's a way...

...maybe. hopefully. in any case, felix is pulling his hunting dagger free from its sheath when someone feels the need to direct a question his way—which means that, naturally, felix feels the need to direct A Look in someone's direction.]

It's clearly no concern of yours.

[since it seems they're perfectly willing to play along! felix is made of sterner (stupider?) stuff, so watch him try to... pick at this shield with the tip of his dagger...]

( it is certainly something to perceive a Look being thrown at you when you're folded into an arch and watching everything upside down, and oh boy, there goes the instructor again. this time, the topic has moved on from flowing energies to self-love, from the obscure and absurd to the simply absurd —

Tell your fingers and hands and legs and your other body parts, including the private parts, that 'you love them!'

no idea why this guy is trying to scratch his way out of this shield like a desperate cat, none at all. the sharp inhale Kate makes sounds more like a groan than anything else. )

You shut them up and I'll get you out.

( please. yoga is perfectly easy when people aren't saying this bullshit. )

( he's supposed to chase down a bunny. that, in and of itself, sounds pretty harmless. pretty easy. he might be better off if he had a cage, but he doesn't and there's nothing he can do about that right now.

point is, Maruki hears that this bunny has hopped off to a new cafe — le petit pyon pyon (strange mix of languages but go off) — with all the speed of a jack russell that's seen a rat. now, honestly, Maruki has never sent a jack russell off after a rat, so he can't say one way or another, but the waitress' tone makes it clear that she means it's very, very fast.

which is why he's out of breath as he skids into the cafe, into the still surreal scene of a stranger conversing with a rabbit like something out of a movie, the details of the chat quickly pricking his ears and flushing his cheeks red.

s-so... )

We... missed him?

( dangit. )

[this rabbit is just very, ah, forthcoming, and that's—it's a lot to take in, okay? not that felix hasn't heard his fair share of lurid tales™ throughout the years; it comes part and parcel with a) living in war camps and b) being best friends with one sylvain jose gautier, but, well. to think that a rabbit would be like this...

(to think that felix would be speaking with a rabbit!)

but—oh. okay. so now there's another person to share in felix's shame, and felix can't help but to shoot them a rather sharp look. buddy, get your own source...]

Apparently.

[or, well? actually? the rabbit twitches her nose, quite cutely—and felix's attention jerks down to her once more.]

You didn't see him leave? [HHH—] And you only mention this now? I told you not to waste my time!

[this withholding of pertinent information until this very moment probably has something to do with the presence of this new gentleman? because the bunny, you see, sure is blinking up at him... oh, le prince charmant...]

( well, certain phrases exist for a very good reason, it seems. and while Maruki has sat in on more than a few, uh, adult talks — guys hanging out and all of that, though more often than not, he spent the whole time red faced and staring too hard at his beer —, he's not sure he's ready for the details of rabbit mating.

thankfully, blissfully, he understands none of it. )

H-huh? ( he glances down at the bunny, this new information sinking in through the space of a few of her blinks, and then looks through the cafe, trying to distinguish a bunch of... mostly identical rabbits from one another. )

Does she know which way he went?

( be nice, Felix, you can do it! )

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Training. Errant fireball, you say...

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bunnies!

le petit pyon pyon... i'm dying, ty

i'm glad 😅