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Post by John Egbert on Dec 27, 2012 16:26:26 GMT -5
Well so far his time here had been....eventful! That was putting it mildly. First he'd had a conversation with Karkat, who had promptly sent him off to hunt down Bigfoot -- that was just the best thing. The run-in with the furred beast hadn't been fun -- it was strong, AND fast! -- but it was definitely better than sitting around doing all the nothing he had been doing.
An errant breeze whipped his unnecessarily long godhood around so that it tangled around his face. He staggered for a moment, pulling at it with his hands and only succeeding in pulling it more securely about his head. ".....well. This is awkward."
Carefully he felt around for a bench or something to sit on and after a moment of blind stumbling he found one. He nearly tripped over it as he fumbled around it to sit, but eventually he managed to and finally set to serious work at untangling the damn hood and getting his head free. Finding the end of it was proving to be a chore....had it gotten caught under another layer or something?
Oh no there it was...caught on his glasses. "....yeah I really need to do something with this thing. And sooner rather than later." And he started on trying to unwrap the mess of tangled cloth.
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Post by Mithos on Dec 28, 2012 10:54:45 GMT -5
He tried not to leave Storybrooke for too long. Regina would notice if he spent more than a few hours away at most - but he could cross distances easily, and he had spent enough time there to memorize the lay of the land, so though he had to fly to get anywhere outside it, teleporting back was easy. So far he hadn't had the time to really explore the world or move from the continent, but it was large enough and populated enough to suit his purposes. If he had to make Exspheres or Cruxis Crystals, he had more than enough humans around to use.
Hopefully, though, he wouldn't have to stay here for much longer, if everything fell into place. He had to get back to Martel.
Mithos wandered through the streets without paying much attention to his surroundings - he was far more focused on the few wellsprings of mana nearby. One, the farthest away was Storybrooke, but perhaps there really were Summon Spirits here, ones he could make pacts with to get back to his world.
It was worth a try, surely. However, a smaller source of mana caught his attention and he headed for it, only to make his way to a bench where someone dressed in blue was... struggling to untangle himself from an absurdly long hood. "Er... are you alright?" he asked tentatively, for once looking as confused as he felt. |
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Post by John Egbert on Dec 29, 2012 14:50:01 GMT -5
Carefully pulling at the mass of tangled hood wrapped about his head, and trying not to get it stuck in a knot or something, John was predictably preoccupied to even notice anyone approaching, and only barely registered someone asking him a question. But as it were, at least his ears were uncovered by the rebellious hood, and he could at least hear....kind of.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine!"
It was only out of a mixture of embarressment and stubbornness that he didn't outright ask for help getting this damn thing off. If he could see what he was doing it would probably be a piece of cake to get it untangled. But of course he was quite blind by the whole thing, and all he could see was blue.
He was actually very much not fine.
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Post by Mithos on Dec 30, 2012 12:39:16 GMT -5
"...You don't look fine," Mithos said cautiously. Pretending that he cared grated a little, but it was easy enough to fall into that same role again. "Do you need help? I could try to... unwrap you."
Just how had he gotten like this in the first place? And what was he wearing? It looked a little like the robes elven mages wore, but even their hoods weren't this ridiculous or liable to get tangled up. At least he didn't have oversized sleeves as well, or this really would have been an impossible task. Still, given the source of mana - entirely wind, and there was enough for him to be really powerful - this didn't seem to match up. How could someone so strong just end up stuck and trapped in his own clothes?
It wasn't as if he had made a mistake. This was the mana signature he had tracked. It was strange, but then so was almost everyone here who had any sort of significance.
Well, if he helped out, then maybe he could learn something - and besides, it was almost embarrassing, watching him fumble around and try to untangle himself blindly. |
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