November Quest Log

[windeity]

Who: John and quest partners
Where: Town, forest, etc
When: November
What: Quests, particularly 33 + 35 right now
Warnings: [shrugs into the abyss]

Prompts in comments as usual

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DAVE, QUEST 35

[windeity]

[Quest info here!]

[It didn't take him long to read the quests, necessarily, but it took him some time to decide what he wanted to do about it. As usual, when he didn't know what to do though he took some time to himself before immediately seeking out a person he knew would have some kind of opinion on it.

It's why he immediately goes off to find Dave, though he also seems to be thinking this over all the same.]

...I'm starting to think maybe Ochako was right about Mr. F and what he's doing. Have you seen this round of quests yet?

OCHAKO, QUEST 33

[windeity]

[Quest info here!]

[It was happenstance that John and Ochako decided they were going to be the ones to take on this particular quest. John didn't even really know what a sphinx was outside of what he'd seen in movies and comics, but he couldn't bring himself to be surprised by the fact that there was apparently one of these creatures roaming around.

The good thing, he figured, was that having someone like Ochako on board to help him hunt this thing down wasn't the worst idea. They could cover a lot of ground and probably find it quickly. It's why he doesn't seem at all bothered waiting for her at the edge of the forest, hovering a few inches off the ground as he waves toward her upon spotting her.]

So we just have to find this thing, right? That doesn't sound like it will be too hard.

QUEST 35, ICHIMATSU

[windeity]

[Quest info here!]

[So after everything that happened with what he and Dave experienced, he's a little...well, he's a little horrified, but he's simultaneously curious. He's curious, and he knows better than to repeat the process but it doesn't stop him from wanting to try it in reverse and see what happens. It's hard to find someone else he'd trust enough to ask who wouldn't feel too bad about it, and while he's thinking about it it's then that he remembers Ichimatsu is the type of person who's fairly apathetic to everything.

So. He goes and he finds Ichimatsu's house. How did he find it? Don't worry about it. He knocks on the door though and as soon as Ichimatsu answers the door John doesn't even give him a chance to say anything before he grins.]

You're not doing anything right now, right?

[nyahilistic]

[The thing about having a house is that you have to... actually stay somewhere specific to be considered having one. Which Ichimatsu doesn't. He actually is more frequently "found" sleeping in weird places like alleys or on boxes around like... a stray cat...]

[...]

[But that's entirely beside the point. Maybe he's got somewhere he sometimes keeps his things. Maybe he was just checking out this particular house. He sometimes cleans himself in some vague sense of the word, so maybe he was doing that, here! Either way the house John's knocking on happens to be one Ichimatsu is currently inside of, though he's absolutely perplexed as to how the Windy Boy found him. Which shows on his face.]

...the last time you asked me this I ate a fairy, John.

[thriftea]

[Ochako lifts a hand in greeting before jogging straight over his way. Puzzles... are definitely not her strong point, but as she offers him a smile she's the very picture of confidence.]

I don't think so, either! It sounds like it should be pretty big, so we'll find its tracks for sure. [She holds her hands up to her face, clenching her fingers into claws.] And who knows? Maybe we'll hear it roar!

[But as she heads into the forest, gesturing for him to follow her, she honestly hopes... that they don't hear any roars at all. That's too scary.]

[windeity]

[Look we don't question the windy boy. He might have just barged into a lot of empty houses, we don't know. Besides that though, he just raises an eyebrow.]

Yeah, okay, but that was all you. I never told you to actually eat the fairy. [...or at least that's what he's going with here.]

[windeity]

[So this is going to go well, basically. At least it's with a friend that he trusts and if they don't find the sphinx...oh well. That's about the extent of it.]

If we hear a roar, I'm voting right now that we scout from the air. I doubt sphinxes can jump that high. [But he follows her into the forest. They'll have to look for tracks, and he almost wishes Jade was here because he has a feeling she could have sniffed this thing out.] Ochako, have you ever gone hunting before? What else should we looking for besides tracks? Fur?

[parodeity]

[ dave's on the couch reading a purloined library book.

so, a fairy tale. he puts it down on his chest when john comes in, though, lips quirking up. john looks too worried to be thinking about anything other than the color loss quest, but that same not-happy expression is what leads dave to say: ]

Egbert, are you proposing we cuddle?

[ teasing smiles out of john is maybe one of his favorite hobbies. ]

[windeity]

[It's enough to temporarily distract him, at least, and he looks a little flustered for a moment.]

What? [The idea's appealing and he kind of thinks maybe they should do that instead. It renders a grin though, because:] Like you need a quest for that.

[What if we stall in talking about the actual quest he wants to talk about? Good plan.]

[parodeity]

Maybe I like being rewarded for hitting on my boyfriend, you don't know my life. [ but he got the grin he was looking for, so dave's content. ] However, I know your top priority is not hitting on me, even though it totally should be. So. Color thing?

[windeity]

Shut up, I totally know your life. [He makes a face, but yeah.] But yeah. Color thing. ...we can cuddle after? But I'm just wondering how that one works.

[parodeity]

Cuddling? Well, when two people like each other a lot, sometimes they share a blanket and hug. [ he says it slowly, as if to a child.

yeah he's just giving john a hard time. ]

I dunno. Try to do the windy thing, but with color.

[windeity]

[A dead-eyed stare as he uses a bit of the wind to lift up the book Dave was reading and lightly thwap him behind the head with it.]

Not that, dumbass. You really think it's kind of like that? The windy thing is more about blowing stuff around.

[parodeity]

I mean...just kind of try to blow my color over to you, I guess.

[ apparently he doesn't care if john experiments, although he throws a retaliatory pillow at him for the book thumping. ]

[windeity]

[There's an "ow" as the pillow smacks him in the face.]

Do you really want to try this? Like seriously.

[parodeity]

It'll bug you forever if we don't, won't it?

[windeity]

...yeah. It will. Kind of like the sacrifice quest, and that one did not turn out so bad.

[parodeity]

Okay, so. [ he sets the book aside and sits up more, holding out a hand to john. ] Come on.

[windeity]

[He floats closer, still uncertain about this whole thing but taking Dave's hand anyway.]

So...blowing color out of you?

[He can just imagine actually sending Dave off in a tornado, so.]

[parodeity]

Or just...try to absorb it, I guess? [ he laces their fingers together. ]

[windeity]

Right. I can do that. [His grip on Dave's hand is a little tighter than usual, but he even goes as far as to close his eyes and scrunch up his nose to really concentrate on trying to draw the color out of him.

It doesn't work at first because his mind wanders a lot, but after a few minutes it seems as though color starts ebbing away from Dave and into John's fingers. Too bad he can't see it.]

[parodeity]

[ a dumb decision. dave doesn't say a word or make a sound, his hand slightly cool in john's. he likes holding hands with his boyfriend.

but the longer john pulls away color? the looser his grip will eventually become. ]

[windeity]

[Unlike Dave, John's actually warming up and he's ready to spring into action. He holds Dave's hand, drawing color away and it's only when the grip's loose that his eyes open.]

Hey. Still with me? [He doesn't think to let go of Dave's hand yet because he also likes holding hands. So that's great. More color for him.]

[parodeity]

[ dave is always pale. his shades are on and the now muted color of his eyes isn't visible.

his freckles are maybe fading and his voice is soft. ] ...of course.

[ soft and somehow a little distant. ]

[windeity]

[It's the tone that makes him think something's off and he suddenly looks a little worried even if there's a surge of energy that makes him want to drag Dave outside and run and do all sorts of other bullshit.]

You're sure? I think it might have actually worked.