a2 the first. [This is the third time Qilby has woken up in an unfamiliar forest in the past three days. Perhaps it shouldn't be as much of a shock, but when one has been trapped in a prison of nothing for ten thousand years, everything new is a shock for the first few days. He doesn't think much of his dulled wakfu senses, thinking it more a function of his wonder - light, sound, life teeming all around him once again. On further inspection, this isn't where he fell asleep; this is somewhere new entirely.]
[If he's dreaming, he isn't sure if he wants to wake up now - to avoid the heartbreak when this sweet dream ends - or sink into its embrace forever.]
[It takes him a minute to realize the slight heaviness on his chest isn't misplaced sentiment. He takes fingers to the signet embedded at his chest, then to the skin that's grown itself around it. (It doesn't even feel like a new wound, although he knows it wasn't there when he fell asleep.) His eyes are taken again, though, by that expanse of rich, chirping forest before him.]
[The voice that rings out across the link is deep, with seemingly countless years behind it - but yet, there's childlike wonder in it, too. It's almost as though emotion is choking him up.] That sight! As stunning as it ever was. [WHAT DOES IT MEEEEAN]
a2 the second. [His reverie is interrupted by the sound of pounding feet. Damn it - he knows better than to expect the wildlife on any new world to be benign. With its young behind it, Qilby knows that boar doesn't much like him standing in its territory. --And then it ducks its head, intent on charging. As if by reflex, Qilby throws out his only hand to his side, expecting a portal to spring forward from it.]
[Instead, he just looks like a moron; nothing happens. Like his limb has grown a life of its own, he looks at it with a raised eyebrow. It's at that moment when anyone in the vicinity might hear the soothing, wise voice from earlier. Now, it's accidentally letting out a clipped:] Fuck.
[For what he's lost, he has gained the power of invisibility, but he'd better figure that out pretty damned quickly. Otherwise, down one arm and his powers, he's in for a world of pain. (Amendment: as he hasn't even noticed the Eliacube's gone yet, he's in for both pain and rage.)]
e. [Safety! He's still a little hurt about the loss of his powers, but surely there are myriad uses for invisibility. With the giant horned hat on his head, he knows he sticks out like a sore thumb, after all. The places he could sneak, the things he could see, without a prying mortal soul to intrude--]
[Ahhh, but he's getting ahead of himself, and of the knapsack that's thrust into his arms. Time to find a place to sit and unpack all of this, he supposes.]
[He unpacks the shrimp, then puts them back in their bag; he doesn't want them to spoil in the afternoon sun. Next come the robes, which hang loose on his frame - but to be fair, most things would. In succession, he pulls out a glass jar of (what seems to be) hair mousse, a first-aid kit, and a vaguely phallic glass statue.]
[With these all laid out in front of him, he says dryly:] Well, one out of three isn't bad.
g. [Well, no bath for Qilby, as it comes out of the tap green with algae. :(]
[In lieu of washing his hair, he's examining the pond scum like a completely normal person. It's humid in the bathhouse, and his heavy robes don't make it any easier, but he stays doggedly attached to his spot, muttering about invasive species and 'competition for resources' and 'an unhealthy ecosystem.' Maybe he'll come up with a solution someday. If you've come to actually bathe, or to get some 'alone time,' sorry??]
Qilby | Wakfu
[This is the third time Qilby has woken up in an unfamiliar forest in the past three days. Perhaps it shouldn't be as much of a shock, but when one has been trapped in a prison of nothing for ten thousand years, everything new is a shock for the first few days. He doesn't think much of his dulled wakfu senses, thinking it more a function of his wonder - light, sound, life teeming all around him once again. On further inspection, this isn't where he fell asleep; this is somewhere new entirely.]
[If he's dreaming, he isn't sure if he wants to wake up now - to avoid the heartbreak when this sweet dream ends - or sink into its embrace forever.]
[It takes him a minute to realize the slight heaviness on his chest isn't misplaced sentiment. He takes fingers to the signet embedded at his chest, then to the skin that's grown itself around it. (It doesn't even feel like a new wound, although he knows it wasn't there when he fell asleep.) His eyes are taken again, though, by that expanse of rich, chirping forest before him.]
[The voice that rings out across the link is deep, with seemingly countless years behind it - but yet, there's childlike wonder in it, too. It's almost as though emotion is choking him up.] That sight! As stunning as it ever was. [WHAT DOES IT MEEEEAN]
a2 the second.
[His reverie is interrupted by the sound of pounding feet. Damn it - he knows better than to expect the wildlife on any new world to be benign. With its young behind it, Qilby knows that boar doesn't much like him standing in its territory. --And then it ducks its head, intent on charging. As if by reflex, Qilby throws out his only hand to his side, expecting a portal to spring forward from it.]
[Instead, he just looks like a moron; nothing happens. Like his limb has grown a life of its own, he looks at it with a raised eyebrow. It's at that moment when anyone in the vicinity might hear the soothing, wise voice from earlier. Now, it's accidentally letting out a clipped:] Fuck.
[For what he's lost, he has gained the power of invisibility, but he'd better figure that out pretty damned quickly. Otherwise, down one arm and his powers, he's in for a world of pain. (Amendment: as he hasn't even noticed the Eliacube's gone yet, he's in for both pain and rage.)]
e.
[Safety! He's still a little hurt about the loss of his powers, but surely there are myriad uses for invisibility. With the giant horned hat on his head, he knows he sticks out like a sore thumb, after all. The places he could sneak, the things he could see, without a prying mortal soul to intrude--]
[Ahhh, but he's getting ahead of himself, and of the knapsack that's thrust into his arms. Time to find a place to sit and unpack all of this, he supposes.]
[He unpacks the shrimp, then puts them back in their bag; he doesn't want them to spoil in the afternoon sun. Next come the robes, which hang loose on his frame - but to be fair, most things would. In succession, he pulls out a glass jar of (what seems to be) hair mousse, a first-aid kit, and a vaguely phallic glass statue.]
[With these all laid out in front of him, he says dryly:] Well, one out of three isn't bad.
g.
[Well, no bath for Qilby, as it comes out of the tap green with algae. :(]
[In lieu of washing his hair, he's examining the pond scum like a completely normal person. It's humid in the bathhouse, and his heavy robes don't make it any easier, but he stays doggedly attached to his spot, muttering about invasive species and 'competition for resources' and 'an unhealthy ecosystem.' Maybe he'll come up with a solution someday. If you've come to actually bathe, or to get some 'alone time,' sorry??]