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RE: tumbling flames - Deimos - 07-12-2025
Shifting and swiping the dirt and dust out of the first room, to be collected into the hall and dispensed later, he maneuvered into the next, listening to Colt as she sought hints amidst this sudden game of estimations and predictions. A loud snort followed at her next postulation, shaking his head in disbelief – perhaps she’d said it merely to get a reaction out of him. [say]“No.”[/say] Nor could he imagine being amidst the waddling contortions of the flightless avian species. [say]“I do have two bird shifts though,”[/say] which would be the only inkling she’d receive on this round, and he very much doubted she’d be able to meander ‘thunderbird’ into her periphery, unless someone had passed down tales of his antics all the way to King’s End.
Besides, despite all the motions, the only one he’d like to utilize to chase cattle around would be the hellhound – snapping at hooves and scaring them into some sort of frenzied, stupefied, bewildered stampede.
Amused at the thought, he pushed a few more portions of grime, air magic piling it along on small puffs.
RE: tumbling flames - Colt - 07-12-2025
Well, she supposes that technically counts as a hint, but there's hundreds of animals and she's most familiar with about maybe twenty of them. [say]"Some falcon or another I imagine,"[/say] she grunts out between batts at a beam with her bristles. [say]"Although, I think you'd look rather nice as a hummingbird."[/say] She bites back the smile, picturing him so small and flighty. It hardly suits him, but that's what makes it so great.
[say]"Which one is your favorite?"[/say] A new angle to try, giving up the game a little as the win of her first guess wanes to all the possibilities remaining. Her broom steadily rouses dirt and grime into a pile, and its nice to clean, to see the tangible effect of something being bettered. Although her daily work also has visible results, it's not quite the same, usually ending in something more dirty or in need of repair than when she started.
RE: tumbling flames - Deimos - 07-14-2025
Moving onto the third room while she mused and pondered, he managed to loosen another snort from his lungs. [say]“Close.”[/say] He’d concede that amount. [say]“Golden eagle. Was my first shift.”[/say] A noteworthy assemblage of surprises and effects – from Safrin dropping him in the sky, to the unfurling and awakening of his soul, pieced together threads of things long since tucked away, drawn out into the open.
The hummingbird comment earned her an eye roll. [say]“I prefer mine to be useful.”[/say] Of which he was sure she’d argue that hummingbirds were, but certainly not suited for the tasks he conjured and meandered through on a daily basis. [say]“The other is a thunderbird.”[/say] Large and lightning based.
Her other inquiry didn’t give him much pause; the answer was swift and keen enough. [say]“Hellhound. I think that one will be very effective against your cattle.”[/say] Vicious and at times violent, potent and deadly, but with all the liberation and freedom of simply extending his strides across the open fields with not a care in the world; save for his own unleashing of power and dominion.
RE: tumbling flames - Colt - 07-15-2025
[say]"Ooooh,"[/say] she hums out loudly, pausing her efforts for a moment to fully embrace the image of him as the large raptor. It's the Thunderbird that really gets her attention though, and she stalks down the hallway with broom in hand to get her eyes back on him properly. [say]"A Thunderbird?"[/say] she echoes to him, 'brows lifted as she leans unhelpfully against a wall. [say]"That could be big and strong enough to pull someone probably,"[/say] she muses with an idea sparking behind her eyes, an amused tilt finding the corner of part of her lips. [say]"Like skijoring, but, revised."[/say] She has never personally, skijored, but she's seen the sport once or twice.
As if catching herself suddenly amid her daydreams she pushes off the wall and returns to her sweeping, mulling over the Hellhound prospect with a bit less deviousness, but no lack of enthusiasm. So far, besides the bear, nothing seemed very rodeo-worthy. She's not even sure bears can buck. [say]"You'll show up all the cattle dogs and give them inferiority complexes,"[/say] she teases, flashing him a sly look, suggesting she wouldn't mind the chaos one bit. Might regret it afterwards when she has the repercussions to deal with, but it's fun enough to think about now, and always worth trying at least once, just to see what the fuck actually happens.
[say]"So that's four shifts, how many more do you have?"[/say] How many more chances to attempt to slot him into feature schemes?
RE: tumbling flames - Deimos - 07-17-2025
Unaware of Colt’s impending intentions towards any of his shifts, he turned back from his sweeping, glancing at her with narrowed eyes. [say]“Why would I be pulling someone?”[/say] He often flew people over to different destinations, depending on the trip. He did know what skijoring was, but only because some of Halo’s citizens enjoyed dashing down paths in the winter with such dominions in mind; amusing enough.
Continuing to churn the broom down the hallway until everything had been collected, he worked on utilizing the air magic again, snagging at any other lingering cobwebs and puffs of dirt and debris, shoving it all together until he could deposit it into a waste bin. [say]“Good,”[/say] he grinned thereafter though – unbothered with anyone else’s emotions regarding his shifts. Head tilting vaguely, he threaded through one of the first rooms again, gathering any other trash. [say]“I have seven altogether – maltese tiger, leopard seal, and the bakunawa are my others. Though the last two are more water based.”[/say] For all the ventures into the sea.
RE: tumbling flames - Colt - 07-17-2025
My, if that's how he looks when he's confused, she can't imagine his face when he's actually angry. She hopes she can continue to count that as the case. [say]"For fun,"[/say] she says it easy, like the idea is obvious and as simple as it sounds. He could be like a parade float gone rogue, attempting to see if anyone on the ground could muster the strength to not only ski along behind him, but try to rein him in. [say]"C'mon, admit it, you'd want to see people dangling beneath you."[/say] She's beginning to get a bead on what he seems to consider fun, which so far constitutes as terrorizing.
Case in point, his response to her poor dogs, which earns a broader grin.
Pulling all the swept and gathered piles into one large heap for disposal, Colt ponders all the new species he lists off. Maybe the bear would be his best shape after all, or perhaps the tiger, a bit more agile. [say]"Quite the list,"[/say] she appraises, unwilling to give away her schemes so soon. A pause then as she considers a bit more, deeply, what it must be like to endure the shifting. [say]"What does it feel like, when you,"[/say] she waves her hand off to explain the rest.
RE: tumbling flames - Deimos - 07-20-2025
Anger and ire for Deimos usually came in on fire, then chilling ramparts; a visceral cold calculation that would ramble through his brows and along his frame – an individual would be aware when they crossed that line. Typically, he remained stoic or amused, save for circumstances involving treachery, deceit, or any danger leveled at those he considered his own. So for the present, his narrowed countenance only unfurled speculation, trying to pick apart her angles and schemes to see how far everything crumbled.
Though the idea itself did sound amusing, if his snort was anything to go by. [say]“Yes, but to what purpose,” [/say]other than terrorizing, which he could probably be convinced by if given enough information.
Maneuvering into the next room and picking it apart for the same benefits of cleanliness, he didn’t expect the next inquiry. Not giving away his surprise, he took a careful few moments of consideration. [say]“Probably different for every shifter.”[/say] Some might experience pain as the body angled into different forms and structures. Others maybe relief or excitement. But for him? [say]“Natural. Like breathing.”[/say] As if everything tied into his soul was there, willing, ready, eager, and able. [say]“Not unlike when I use my magic.”[/say] There, at his beck and call. [say]“Mindsets can change when you shift too.” [/say]He was well versed in any predator machinations – but he could imagine individuals not used to the barrage of motions feeling the sudden pulse or strain into hunting wiles.
Pondering, his brow arched again, glancing back at her as he dumped several more portions of used items into the pile. [say]“Have you considered Attuning?”[/say] Maybe that was half the reason for the scheming.
RE: tumbling flames - Colt - 07-22-2025
His question catches her a little off guard. She tilts her head, like the different angle might settle the words otherwise, but the confusion remains all the same. [say]"Does fun need a purpose?"[/say] She taps her bottom lip, not so sure he's the type to dig into the theoretical, and neither is she. [say]"Could maybe find some other big birds, make it a whole thing. A race, all together or side by side, or one by one with best time, or who knows, we could arrange it between you and me for the next hunt."[/say] Not that she's trying to plan a giant bird skiing winter event, but, well the image of him flapping away with a cord attached to some barely capable hands could be worth it.
[say]"Hmmm,"[/say] is her only response for a time as she kneels down to scrub with a cloth at a stain she spots. [say]"I suppose that makes sense, the breathing thing."[/say] Just seems a little strange to her because she can't, so trying to imagine a sense or a feeling you literally don't posses is... nearly impossible. [say]"Always seems like it'd hurt a bit, or be disorienting."[/say] Shifting body parts, shifting mindsets and perceptions of the world, it seems more difficult than the way others weave magic out of thin air, but then maybe that has its oddities and strains too.
[say]"Oh, no. I'm content to beckon the higher powers for assistance. Just curious."[/say] Although, flying does seem worth it, and she's grateful for all who had deigned to offer their backs for a ride, be it her event or some other need. It's useful, to be sure.
RE: tumbling flames - Deimos - 07-23-2025
[say]“Not necessarily,”[/say] he mused, deciding he needed to be concise, and point blank this time, instead of meandering around. [say]“I just figured you were plotting something.”[/say] And potentially vastly more serious than dragging people through snow. At which he wrinkled his nose again, juvenile and boyish, before stepping through other rooms and pondering over laundry parameters. Maybe it said more about him than anyone else, to presume others were always deep in their machinations as well – but underestimating individuals had never been in his sentiments either. His brow quirked again at the notions of a race, eternally inspired by competition, but snorting in the midst regardless. [say]“You will probably find more with dragon shifts,”[/say] at which he shrugged, uncertain how ideal or specific the credentials needed to be.
Deciding to peel the bedspreads and sheets off and pile them too, he went from room to room, collecting each. [say]“It could be for some.”[/say] Simply because he hadn’t been strangled or confused by the mindset didn’t mean others couldn’t say the same. [say]“The first time I shifted was difficult, but only because I was not certain on what to do.”[/say] And Safrin had dropped him from a great height.
Content to beckon the higher powers for assistance contorted a laugh out of him, shaking his head as he snagged at each cloth article, then tilted his head, studying them and pondering how best to go forward. Utilizing his incantations would be far easier…and he could probably utilize air, water, and fire (at least in heating portions), once he tracked down some soap. Or made it. [say]“Seems to be a good bargain. And you will always have your items.”[/say]
RE: tumbling flames - Colt - 07-24-2025
Her features quirk to one side with devious amusement. [say]"It's always good to be plotting something,"[/say] she drawls, sweet as pie about it all. Truth be told she has plenty to occupy her on any given day, but sometimes the trips between lands give her thoughts too much time to wander and dream, and that's when she gets herself, and others, into trouble. Parties, competitions, well earned payback, it's all fair game, and she rather thinks it's the point of all this—living. Survival is the requirement, but enjoyment is the purpose. Sometimes she loses sight of that, the way you duck your head down to walk through wind for so long you realized you passed by the shelter miles back.
[say]"I think no matter what it is, first times are always difficult,"[/say] she hums through the scrubbing, picturing her first summoning of a sprite that had resulted in an angry spray of water. Her beckoning had been too confusing, she later learned. [say]"Yes,"[/say] she agrees brightly, rising from her kneel as the spot now gleams, clean. [say]"Though I do need more, but I should get to work on what Frey tasked me with currently. Are you good here?"[/say] Like she hadn't been the one to intrude in the first place.
RE: tumbling flames - Deimos - 07-25-2025
[say]“Agreed,”[/say] he motioned back in return, that residual arch of his brow remaining – though by her lack of a clear-cut answer, he’d be mulling, plotting, over particular quandaries, and how to avoid them, in all likelihood. He could always terrorize in his free time. Even if that was a rarer circumstance presently.
As for all the other parameters, they could wait. [say]“I am set. Thank you for helping.”[/say] He’d collect everything else for future laundry upheavals and necessities, but otherwise, the guild’s halls looked much better than when he’d opened the doors earlier; aired out, cleansed, and ready for the inevitable rush of today’s monsters and tomorrow’s demons.
[FIN]