August Catch All

[insinning]

Who • Vogel (Emil Sinclair) and YOU
What • Catch all for August - any dungeon runs, misc. stuff happens here. I'll toss up open TL from now and then that don't fit with event posts.
When •All Throughout August
Where • Mac Anu and Lumina Cloth.
Content Warnings • none, will add if any pop up later

Comments

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun's not looking too hot by the time Sinclair assesses his HP bar, but he's managing - taking down a good number of mobs in the attempt (while taking that much and more damage to himself) - and he does not miss that thanks. He got it, at least.

He falls back when Sinclair leaps back in, destroying the Harpy who'd just been harrying him. He takes a potion in one hand himself, a little more conservative with their use (he's still not so good with taking care of himself, after all), before mopping up the mobs out of Sinclair's range of view from behind - so he can just focus on venting (without death).

It might just be a game, but death is death. Mithrun knows how it feels.

With Sinclair's focused rage and Mithrun's single-minded determination to kill anything that might distract Sinclair from that end, it won't take them much longer to clear out the mobs, leaving nothing but digital bodies dissolving into pixels in their wake.

And also, presents! Weird. Monsters don't usually drop gift boxes wrapped with nice little bows when they die.

Mithrun squints at them, clearly recognizing them, but they seem to sit still for the moment. He looks to Sinclair instead. )

... Need another potion?

( In some way asking "How are you feeling?" but a bit more tangible. Mithrun probably looks pretty cut up himself, but at least not in critical condition. )

[insinning]

[It might just be a game. But Sinclair's pain sensors have been turned back up, and each wound makes him grit his teeth--but he uses that as a focus, hone his anger into a keener edge. By the time the last harpy falls, his breathing is ragged, and his fury has abated. But he's learned how to recognise the tides of it, the simmering beneath the surface, so easily roused once sparked again.

And he knows better than to draw other people into his anger, and hurt them instead of its target.

There's only one person he wants to really hurt after all.

He glances over at Mithrun uncertainly...and then nods, reaching for the potion. It's strange, how he's beginning to recognise the odd little ways Mithrun shows his version of care]

I think so. [He glances at the Deadly presents and frowns] Those tend to explode when they die, don't they?

[tablescraps]

( Potion get! Mithrun drinks one of his own, letting the weird sensation of wounds healing overtake him.

He glances back at the presents. )

More or less. But I don't think they're very strong.

( Just. Ow. )

[insinning]

[ Ow indeed. Unlike the valkyries and harpies, there's no real satisfaction in fighting deadly presents but]

No. It's a little funny...that these come after the others
[ What if they knock one exploding present into the pile? They'll just...set off a chain reaction wont they?]

[tablescraps]

I guess they're meant to be rewards.

( That kill you. Mithrun understands ludonarrative irony. )

... Since they're inert right now, we could probably kill them unconventially.

( So why Not knock one into a pile from afar and watch them all go off like a domino of landmines? Neither of them are ranged, so it's that or just eat the pain as they work through them normally. )

[insinning]

Mm. I rather we don't lose any more HP.

[Giving a present a good ol' smack with his lance, sending it rolling into the pile]

[tablescraps]

( It tumbles into the other presents, in the process its lid coming off... setting off an explosion, knocking off the other lids and setting off an explosion for Those, the blaze great and powerful and exactly like a Michael Bay movie.

It also catches up the windmill and the plains and some portion of the in the blaze, this place being exceptionally flammable and all.

Mithrun looks on at the domino booms and the great and spreading fire. )

... Do you want to kill things in another Area?

( Or just enjoy the flight. Up to u. This is a vibe check. )

[insinning]

[Staring. Um. UMMMMMMMM

What have they done?]

I think...lets leave it for now. Flying might be more relaxing.

[Blinking]

[tablescraps]

( Despite everything, Mithrun is unperturbed. He nods. )

All right. See you in town.

( And, leaving the Area a little more on fire than they found it, Mithrun exits the instance with Sinclair. Victory! )

[insinning]

[VICTORY...

Now to keep Mithrun away from walls]

[tablescraps]

( flying into lumina cloth windows like birds do )