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Character Introduction Log: May 2020

Intro Log: May 2020—

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Greetings and welcome to the intro log for Forgotten Tales! There are no hard and fast rules here. Just include your Character, canon, and essence in the subject line and post away! Network prompts are allowed in the intro log, so feel free to put one in.

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¶ I. Adjusting to a New Life. Even after being told by the Storyteller about everything, there's still a lot to learn. There's also the satchel and journal to investigate, and figuring out where they live. The Index itself is a large, vast city inhabited by a large variety of characters from numerous stories. Because of this, there is no uniform style to the city. One street could look like a normal street plucked out of a Victorian, English fairy tale and then the very next is made of candy. It makes for an interesting mishmash of cultures that somehow manages to get along. Most of the time, at least.

A. Brushing Up on the Lore. Perhaps a trip to the Grand Library to read up on the essence's stories wouldn't be such a bad idea. It might help give the Aspect some ideas as to what they can do. But you know, it would be their luck to have a large tome dedicated to their stories way high up on a top shelf. And the ladder is rusty. Might need some help.
B. Magic Journals. For those of the modern era, needing to write is going to be an interesting exercise. But after reading the instructions, maybe they want to reach out, see who else is out there. Or troll people with dumb doodles.
C. Watch What You're Doing! Testing out a new spell or weapon? Great! Just be mindful of the surroundings—this is all new and no one has thought to create a special training area for everyone (yet). And while most of the locals are happy and hopeful about their potential heroes, broken windows or almost burning one of them won't go over too well.
D. House Hunting. Among the items found in the satchel is a set of keys. These keys will magically lead their new owner to the house they will be living in for as long as they are in the Realm of Stories. The home will be styled to fit the essence and the location will also be fitting of that essence. It could be within the main city of the Index, outside of town, underwater, in the air—anywhere! Now if only the keys didn't take their own through...interesting, winding routes. Like through a random bakery or down someone's chimney. Who knows, maybe they will want to come back and visit the stores for clothing and other housewares.

¶ II. Rabbit Season, Duck Season. There are two new cafes that have opened up: Hare de Lune Teahouse and Bistro de Saison de Canards. The Hare's owners hail from the Book of Kaguya and wish to spread the joy of eating their local treats with the bonus of having a cute, fluffy rabbit as a dining companion. Canards, however, are more local and are competing against them with their own special delicacies focused on duck and eggs. A fierce competition is brewing between the two, and hair and feathers may end up flying before the day's out.

A. Hare de Lune Teahouse. The inside of Hare de Lune's is brightly colored (almost a bit too bright and chaotic), but the perfectly brewed teas and beautifully crafted wagashi served are surprisingly elegant, adding a note of serenity to the riotous surroundings. … At least at first. After eating certain cakes or drinking certain teas, patrons will suddenly find themselves either suddenly growing or shrinking in size. The effects only last at most ten minutes, but it's still a bizarre change that sends many in a panic. Could the Canards across the street have sabotaged their food!?
B. A Hareful of Trouble. Not only that, but even the cafe's rabbits are acting strangely. While most are still docile and enjoy a nice warm lap, others are acting rambunctious and are attacking cafe patrons. It gets worse when a few nibble on a few of the size-changing cakes. If they grow in size, they become a more dangerous threat while those that shrink make it harder to find. The owners don't want the rabbits to be harmed, however, so great care is needed to try and catch or calm them down! Perhaps a big carrot will help? Or figure out which size-changing food will reverse the effect—and hopefully not make it worse.
C. We Ducked Up. Bistro de Saison de Canards has gone all out to be as fancy as possible in every way. Duck-shaped flower arrangements and topiaries, ice sculpture ducks enchanted to "swim" in the center of the tables and quack pleasantly, linen napkins folded like swans, menus inexplicably also folded into a duck shape (good luck trying to re-fold them), and very pretentiously named dishes which… might have concerning amounts of duck eggs and rabbit meat in them. To help attract customers, they are hiring volunteers to be their mascot who must wear a special costume and try to draw anyone who is heading towards Hare de Lune to their side instead. Unfortunately, sometimes the mascots are a bit too zealous, and one even tries to steal a rabbit! Perhaps it's someone working for Hare trying to sabotage Canards? Whether trying to have a meal, roped into being a mascot, or a witness to the ridiculous actions, it's a chaotic mess. (Was that a small flock of ducks that just waddled out onto the street with a chef chasing after them?)

¶ III. Untitled Swan Princess. It's a lovely morning in the Index… unless you happen to be the latest princess cursed by a rogue sorcerer. Unfortunately, this particular magic user was under the impression that swans are lovely, serene birds and make complacent captives. He was proven very, very wrong very quickly. Now the princess-turned-bird has a lot of anger to unleash, and quite a few acts of chaos on her to-do list.

A. Write Your Story. Apparently either the princess or her new bird brain has quite the case of kleptomania. Everyone wandering the streets today will want to keep a close eye on their valuables: lunches, keys, potion supplies, even journals and quills! As a result, some might find themselves on the receiving end of squiggly, angry beak-writing from strangers, or chasing after the thief while dodging bubble traps or ice slicks from potions dropping out of a snatched satchel!
B. Hot Fuzz Sundae. Somehow, the swan has managed to orchestrate a massive accident involving broken barrels of caramel sauce, a teddy bear parade, and a cart full of down pillows. Thankfully for anyone caught in the crossfire, the caramel is room-temperature, but now the whole intersection is covered in a sticky, fuzzy, feathery mess! Are you a passerby, a volunteer for the clean-up crew, or a stunned victim? And more importantly, is that caramel making you stick to something (or someone) else?
C. Wild Goose Chase. Finally, after hours of chaos, reports come in of the swan storming the Grand Library, stealing artifacts from the four Drafts the Aspects have restored thus far: a Jack-o-Lantern from A Hollow Christmas Carol, a bamboo sword from The Legend of Princess Kaguya, a pearl necklace from The Little Mermaid, and a rose-decorated dragon egg from A Midsummer Rose. It's up to the Aspects to stop the swan before she leaves the Library with the relics, but it won't be easy. The swan has planted rotten egg bombs all over the place, some even ready to fall on the unsuspecting. They do not smell until cracked open and are camouflaged to match their surroundings, especially the carpeting. Then there are some that are large and tick ominously once someone is within range, counting down until they explode. Either get those eggs out before they explode or somehow neutralize them, or the Grand Library will really be a mess for months to come.

¶ IV. Of Tea Leaves and Dragons. Somewhere outside the index is a newly opened nursery farm focused on raising tea dragons — special little dragons that produce leaves on various points on their bodies. Teas brewed from their leaves will reflect the temperament of these dragons, and although friendly special care must be taken for them. As they are a new addition to the Index, both the dragons and their caretakers are still learning to adjust and thus need a little extra help. These are the mains types of dragons and their teas at the nursery:

Rooibos. Active, curious dragons who tend to get into trouble. Drinking Rooibos tea will lead one to being unable to sleep or sit still.
Earl Grey. Easygoing and protective dragons, they are the largest of the group. Drinking this will lead the person wanting to be around those they care for, making sure nothing bad happens to them.
Hibiscus. Although calmer, they are willing to try new things and socialize with others. Drinking this tea will make one want to explore new places and or become more talkative about what they discover.
Ginseng. Very sensitive, these dragons can read the emotions of others and are loyal. The tea will help strengthen bonds between relationships as well as have an odd side effect of allowing one to read each other's thoughts.
Chamomile. The smallest of the dragons, they love to take long naps and just laze about, not really caring about what's going on around them. Similarly drinking their tea will make the drinker more apathetic and prone to sleep more often.

A. How to Bribe Your Tea Dragons. The dragon tea leaves are ripe for "plucking," and while the process is painless for the young dragons, they can still be a little ornery about it. After all, no one likes being manhandled by a stranger. One has to earn their trust, and fortunately it's not too difficult. As they are young, playing with them will go a long way in forming that needed bond. Tossing balls for either a game of catch or fetch, playing chase (the flyers are cheaters), hide and seek (they love hiding in bushes), and other similar games. Another good way is to offer them their favorite treats; fruits, veggies, and specially cooked biscuits are all part of a balanced diet, and will add some delicious notes to the final tea.
B. Harvesting Tea Leaves. Once settled in, the dragons will allow their leaves to be plucked and harvested. The process is really more like "grooming" the dragons, using special brushes to gather the loose leaves before hand plucking those that remain. First a special oil is applied to loosen the leaves and then a rake-like brush is used. It's a simple enough process, but the real problem comes from the dragons. While one person could possibly harvest a dragon on their own, they get so comfortable and cuddly while grooming that more often than not they end up pinning the holder's arms or keep butting their heads against the brushing hand which can hinder gathering the loose leaves. A second person is usually needed to either help distract the dragon or to collect the leaves.
C. Taste Testing. At the end of the day, everyone is welcome to try a taste of the finished tea. They all have different effects, and everyone can carry a small sample home with them.

¶ V. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt! Especially in regards to the festival, anything can really happen.

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Adjusting to a New Life

( 1 ) Library

[Libraries really weren't his kind of a place. Not that he didn't like reading, but that was more for Armin anyway. Still, he needed more information about the story he was representing so it was the most logical place to go.

At least he doesn't have any problems climbing rusty ladders. He's used to even more dangerous things, after all. So if he spots someone looking at the upper shelves he approaches. Don't mind the small horns on his head.]

Need help? I can get your book for you...

[At least he'll offer.]

( 2 ) House hunting

[Just follow the key. That seemed like a simple enough task. Jean had no idea how that worked, but he decided to trust the progress.

Which seemed like a bad idea after being guided through a few shops (at least they were understanding) and climb on a roof and down from a roof twice before being guided through bushes that were hard to see in straight into a river. And then when he was all wet and his horns were full of leaves he was back in a park.

That's when he decided to take a break.]

If I need to follow the same route every time, I'll shut myself inside...

[He says, grumpily, as he dries his cape.

At least eventually he does find his house. Or, er, his castle.]

( 3 ) "Testing" powers

[Considering Jean's natural temperament, it doesn't take a long while for him to trigger his new powers. He ends up insulting someone (an NPC or perhaps someone else), hurting their feelings, so he shifts into a full form of the Beast he was becoming.

He was not covered in fur all over, even his face. He had sharper teeth and a snout. In addition to the (slightly larger) horns, he had some sort of animal ears on his head. His hands and legs had turned into paws with claws on them and he even had a tail. Of course, he also grew a bit in size so his clothes were a bit ripped now.]

Wha... what is this? What the hell is this?!

[Of course, he's being stared from many directions and it's making him even more uncomfortable than he already feels. His instincts tell him to run away, but he's resisting the urge for now... just in case someone could help explain what was going on?

He figured becoming a beast was a thing that would happen to him, but all of a sudden? Then again, he was already supposed to be one. This made no sense to him.

Eventually, he does figure it out and after a genuine apology he gets to shift back to normal. It might take a while, though.]

Untitled Swan Princess

( 4 )

[Well, this probably could be a way to get to know to someone. Jean feels both annoyed and a bit flustered to be stuck to someone with the caramel.]

Any idea how we'll get this off...?

Of Tea Leaves and Dragons

( 5 )

[It took a lot of playing around with a ( Hibiscus ) dragon and gaining their trust, but Jean can now harvest a dragon. Which was rather soothing, he had to admit. It seemed to be that way for the dragon too because after a while, Jean finds himself unable to continue.]

Stop that. Hey. I'm still in the middle of... Oi.

[Yeah, his hand is definitely getting headputted first and then pinned by the dragon so it can cuddle him more.]

You can't just do that.

( Wild Card)

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I. BRAND NEW DAYS

[Now that it's been a couple days since she arrived, the shock has worn off and the awe and wonder is kicking in full throttle. A magic journal that can reach out to everyone if she writes in it? Amazing! If anyone is looking at the journal, they'll see a lot of doodles of a a chibi version of herself with long, long hair, and chibi doodles of Minato, Junpei, and Fuuka. Then comes a fox that whose feet seem to be on fire, and a dark bunny that seems to be chomping on her chibi self's hair. Eventually a cute, slightly scrawling handwriting shows up in the margins.]

helloooo Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ
this tower is SO ISOLATED away from everyone else, I don't like it at all (っ- ‸ – ς)
anyone want to draw with me while I make lunch?
if you don't wanna draw we could play tic-tac-toe instead
or dots and boxes
or twenty questions
your choice!

II. CRISIS

[Minako is at Hare de Lune, because ultimately she's missing home even if she just got here, and wagashi is a lovely reminder of what she left behind to protect. But how can she enjoy anything when she's five inches tall and trapped under a glass cake dome?!

(The cake. She enjoyed a tiny bite of cake.)

Now she's banging on the glass-- almost inaudible clinking sounds to a normal sized human-- and shouting at the top of her tiny lungs.]

Heeeeeelp!

[You can also find her, still five inches tall, but free and attempting to use her long hair as a lasso to slip around an unsuspecting rabbit's neck. Eventually she does catch one, but...]

Whooo-hoo!

[Like a tiny cowgirl, she's riding on the back of a speedy rabbit, her Rapunzel hair streaming behind her as she holds on for dear life and enjoys every second of doing so. She's keeping it from running out of the store, at least, but she can't keep this up forever. If you can hear her tiny voice shouting, you'd hear this:]

Hey, can you make a trap somewhere?! I'll try to lead it in!

III. TENDER FEELINGS

[Minako absolutely loves dragons. Seth was one of her favorite Personas to use, despite sensing how cranky he felt whenever she summoned him. So you can be sure she's happy and willing to volunteer her time to help the nursery farm. She can be found in a couple different places.

a. Are you looking for a dragon you're caring for while playing hide and seek? Because it might've hid itself in the huge stream of red-brown hair that's spilling out behind her. Right now, she's distracted while feeding a tiny chamomile dragon a treat, but hopefully you ask to touch her hair before you go rummaging through.

b. Grooming a squirmy animal is supposed to be second nature after all the time she's spent at cat cafes and, occasionally Koromaru, when he was having an off day. But these dragons are especially fussy and playful. Minako tries everything: she soothes the gingseng dragon in her arms with a soft song in lilting Japanese, she piles her hair on it like a blanket, she even hugs the dragon in her arms with one hand while trying to brush it with the other. But to no avail. Finally she laughs and resigns herself to a full on cuddle session with the dragon, handing off the brush to someone near her.]

Okay, this clearly isn't working. Let's take turns distracting them, I think it'll go faster than going at it alone.

[Please let her distract the dragon first, says her big red eyes.]

IV. WILDCARD

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1 (Home Run)

[A six foot tall, broad-shouldered rooster complete with metal beak is making his way through the streets. His sense of fashion is a bit of an odd one, as his crisp white suit seems to indicate he's a sharp dresser, only for the whole thing to be undermined by a clunky old chest plate and a helmet. That's to say nothing of the big lance that's strapped to his back. He did not get to choose to wear those last few things.

Either way, he's got a house key held out in front of him with one hand, almost using it like a dowsing rod of sorts. This place is already a pain and he's eager to get to his new hideout- lair- house. Because of that, he's pushing people aside as he goes. He's not very polite about it, either.]

Comin' through! Beat it, pipsqueak. … Hey, I'm walkin' here!

[Look, it's not his fault the key is leading him through one of the most crowded streets in the Index. And it's not his fault he's big, or that everyone seems to want to get in his way.]

2 (SwanTales, woo-oo!)

[Eventually, his attitude comes back around to bite him in the tailfeathers. That pesky swan princess managed to snatch the key from his hand and scurried off with it. With how easy it was for that particular bird to squeeze her way through the crowd, she's gotten a very nice headstart.

But Steelbeak's got her cornered, now! She's trapped between a wall, another wall and a fruit cart.]

I've got ya now! Still think you're tough?

[The swan honks in response. He takes another menacing step forward, only to slip on a banana peel that was so strategically placed, it could only have been left there on purpose. He shouts very loudly as he falls backwards, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the sidewalk.

It sure is one of those days where a secret agent chicken is outwitted by a princess-turned-swan... Help him get his keys back or laugh. Either's cool.]

3 (Books books books)

[The next day, a public message appears in the journals. It's written in barely legible chicken scratch. (hahaa!)]

How long do books need to be gone from the library before it counts as stealing? Is it still stealing if the books are destroyed in a mysterious fire that was totally not my fault? Does this place have cops?

Asking for a friend.

[He may have swiped every single copy of Don Quixote (that he could get his hands on) from the library with no intention of returning them. And he may have burned these copies in order to destroy the evidence. It seemed like a flawless plan at first. Now, maybe, not so much?]

[Wildcard]

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1 - There's Something Off About The Way I Operate
[For someone who lives in a world where sentient robots live alongside humans and cybernetics and hover vehicles are just as common as cosmetic surgery and cell phones, coming to a world right out of a fairy tale storybook is... strange. Ana has lived a life where she is used to many strange and unfamiliar situations, but this is by far the most bizarre one she's ever seen.]

[Which would be enough on her own, but she's also contending with the strange new features her body now has. Her legs seem to taper off into digitigrade cat paws, her hands seem to have claws on them, and... was that a tail behind her? And she only has to reach up to feel the fuzzy cat ears now atop her head.]

[She's taking in her appearance as much as she can, but soon she's overcome with a desire to see just how much of her has changed. She looks up to the nearest passer-by.]

Excuse me. Do you have a mirror on hand?

2 - Said I'm Done, I'm Through With Roughing It
[It's a strange concept to be led to her new dwelling thanks to a magical key, but given how strange everything else is in this world, this is just one more item to add to the ever-growing list. Residents who have been in the Index for some time are probably aware of how wily the magic keys can be, and how they often take the 'scenic route' to get to their destination. It's usually quite a trek for anyone following them.]

[What might be surprising to those who watch Ana pursue her key is how agile the old woman is. For someone in her sixties, she's able to keep pace with the key rather easily, and even follows it as it hops up ledges and onto rooftops. Sure a good chunk of that may be attributed to her new feline features, but a lot of her movements hint at one who's trained most of her life to endure such situations.]

[She may accidentally brush past you, or you may notice her on the roof of your house. If you flag her attention, she'll pause, offering a smile.]

My apologies. I suppose I should be more mindful of where I'm going.

3 - But I've Got Magic In My Body Chemistry
[It takes a few days for Ana to get settled into her new life, which is enough of a waiting period for her to get comfortable with the idea of testing out her Essence powers. While she has no ingredients for potions, perfumes, or ointments (and the fact she even knows how to make such things is still bizarre), there is one Essence ability she can practice with.]

[Those who make their way around town may notice a bengal cat walking down the cobblestone streets. It's fur is too well-kept to be a stray, yet its right eye is closed shut with an old scar. It walks down the street with purpose, like it has a destination in mind that it would like to keep.]

[It's a very different perspective, walking along the streets from such a low angle. Ana tries to keep to the side of the path as much as she can, but may unintentionally end up under someone's feet or in someone's path. And for the few kids who pause to pet her fur? Well... she can't help but allow them a pet or two.]

4 - I Get Through My Day By Day With Herbal Remedies
[What marvellous creatures... Tea dragons sound absolutely ridiculous, but seeing them in the flesh is rather remarkable. Ana's fortunate in that the dragon she's chosen to tend to, a small little Chamomile dragon, is rather calm and prefers to sleep more than cause trouble. She thought that harvesting this one's leaves would be a simple process, but it turns out the little dragon is quite the cuddler... an endearing trait, but one that makes it hard to harvest leaves.]

[She chuckles as the dragon nuzzles her, but then turns to the nearest free person.]

It seems as though I may need some help with this little one.

5 - Wildcard
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1. message in the bottle

[ There's been a lot of humiliation and embarrassment in Ragna's life, and he likes to think he can handle anything at this point. But this? This is like getting slapped in the face, spat on and laughed at all rolled into one. Seriously, who the hell thought turning his hair green was funny? Because Ragna would be more than happy to introduce their face to his fist. ]

ok let's cut to the chase
anyone know where I can find bleach in this shithole?
or dye or w/e I'm not picky

2. buff fluff

[ Ragna doesn't care much for the sweets. He cares even less about wasting his time in a place that's probably overflowing with people, given it's just opened recently. All things considered, he has no real business being at Hare de Lune... and yet here he is. Lured out of the safety of his ~~cave~~ home by the promise of getting to pet cute, fluffy bunnies.

a. He's no tea gourmet by any stretch of imagination, but since he's already here, he might as well have something to drink. Whatever the brew he got is, it smells good enough to put him in a relatively good mood... that is, until he actually reaches for the cup.

The moment he touches the cup, it shatters into little pieces, hot tea spilling all over the place. Ragna jumps to his feet, eyes wide in surprise. ]

─What the hell?!

[ b. Okay, point taken: he'll need to execute caution when handling... well, pretty much anything. That could potentially ruin his experience here, but having a bunny in his lap almost makes the whole ordeal worth it. Or rather, it might have done so if it wasn't for the fact the bunny in question happened to nibble on a wagashi a moment before, and now it suddenly grows to be the size of a horse. This can pose quite a problem for everyone in the room... and all the more so for the owner of the strained voice coming from under the giant layers of fur. ]

Can't... breathe...

3. matcha ado about nothing

[ It's not every day that you get to see dragons ─ not as far as Ragna's world goes, at least, so he has to admit he's a tiny bit curious. He has no real intention of getting involved in the voluntary service himself, so he simply watches the dragons and their caretakers from the sidelines with his arms crossed.

One of the hibiscus dragons wanders up to his ankles, eager to get to know this new friend. Predictably, the feeling is one-sided. ]

Shoo. I don't have anything for you.

[ Ragna tries to get the dragon to go away, but it stubbornly sticks around, looking up at him with its beady eyes. The man clicks his tongue in irritation before turning on his heel and walking away. He only takes a few steps before stopping and looking over his shoulder, only to see the dragon sitting still on the ground slightly closer to him than where he left it. When he tries to take another few steps away, the situation repeats itself. And then again. And again.

As the result, he's stuck playing this ridiculous rendition of red light, green light. One way or another, he's doing good job distracting the little thing, that's for sure. ]

4. wildcard

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House Hunting

Reaper had a key. Oh goodie. He knew how this was going to go, since nothing in this place actually came with real instructions as to location and functionality. It wasn’t as if he needed a house, but he figured he should know where it was and what it looked like in order to booby-trap the hell out of it. He might not use it, but no one else should be able to either. Plus, one might never know when they need storage.

It wasn’t in Index. It wasn’t on a beach – thank God. It wasn’t on a mountain, in a mountain or even at the bottom of a mountain – a shame. He didn’t even bother to check any large bodies of water as they could keep the damn thing.

So, it was the forest then. He found it in a little grotto, shaded by trees and it looked creepy with carved skull lanterns, an appropriate amount of moss and raw wood showing. It had an eerie light from the windows.

He stuck the key in the lock, but he froze when the house in question squawked, trembled and then rose up on feathered legs that looked suspiciously like owl legs. Then it took off running. By all the powers of the universe, he already hated this place.

“Come back here, or I’ll burn you to ashes,” he snarled after his fleeing house. Nope, it was crashing through the underbrush and Reaper was tempted to just let it go. No. That was his house and he wasn’t going to tolerate it running away without being properly threatened or damaged.

So he gave chase, trying to determine its strategy so he could cut it off. A little help might be necessary.

Untitled Swan Princess – Write Your Story

He always had suspected that swans were the Devil’s birds. This was just proving the old childhood theory about it. That this particular specimen seemed to be a thief and a situation stirrer was of no particular surprise to him. Where there were swans, there were loads of trouble. Too bad there wasn’t any ice for them to sleep on and get trapped in.

Oh well, whatever. He supposed the idiots of this place required assistance, and this was a new opportunity to test out the powers that he happened to spend a considerable amount of time trying to master as quickly as possible. This was a situation he could test out his new found control.

As this kleptomaniac swan made a run for it, Reaper swung down from the rooftop that he had been watching the entire scene unfold to land in front of the fleeing creature. Instead of landing in his human form, he exploded with black smoke as he took the form of a swan himself. A black swan with red eyes that hissed aggressively.

Swan battling was sort of like watching too soggy pillows whapping against each other. Wings buffeted against one other, they hopped about jostling, beaks snapped and necks tangled.

Then it turned into a knife fight. White swan stole one from an observer. Black Reaper swan grabbed a feather from a wing and pulled it, creating a knife of his own.

Hissing angrily, the two swans attacked each other in a new and probably ineffective knife duel.

How to Train your Tea Dragon

He had come to observe and nothing more. He had no interest in tea. He understood that having a dragon – if they were intelligent and grew big enough – would be useful in a place like this. So he had come to snoop, observe from a shadow of a tree as the different kinds of dragons became obvious the longer their ridiculous antics were seen.

The little dragons were curious – or randomly sleeping – and the people here seemed quite taken with their young charges. With dragons moving around exploring, it was inevitable that one would come around his tree and discover where he was leaning with his arms cross over his chest. It was a young Earl Gray, and it began to try to climb his leg like it hadn’t considered the value of wings.

He shooed it away with a boot nudge. It came back. He nudged it away again. It came right back more determined than ever.

He slowly bent and produced one of the biscuits from his pocket that he had taken to investigate, but apparently it was going to be used to get rid of this thing. It hopped about excitedly and he threw the biscuit into a bush and then immediately slipped off to find another tree to crouch in the branches of, since the ground was no longer a viable option apparently.

A few minutes later, he was growling out a sigh from his perch as his new ‘companion’ was crawling all over him, apparently bribed with a single biscuit. “I suspect you taste like tea-flavoured chicken,” he remarked, deeply aggrieved by this turn about. It poked its snot hopefully at his jacket, sniffing for biscuits.

“I will spit-roast you…”

[Will match prose or action post formats.]

Adjusting to a New Life

Locked to Seto

[It had barely been a week, but Atem was already giving himself a routine. Walk in the early mornings to gather herbs, pick up a book or three from the library to study more of his essence, and then visit Seto Kaiba to either help with the Tea Dragons or to use his gingerbread house to study in because he didn't want to go home where it was a bit lonesome.

Today was no different as no different as he knocked on the door, idly wondering if he would ever accidentally crack it. His satchel was full of a few plants and only one book this time. He had yet to find anything on shapeshifting, so it looked like that was going to have to be something he practices on his own. And while Coyote wasn't necessarily a medicine man, he was somehow associated with medicine nonetheless. He seemed naturally drawn to the natural world at this point, so why not try his hand?]

Rabbit Season, Duck Season

[There was a very unamused large coyote resting between the two establishments. Bunnies were using him as a jungle gym why he waited the effects of the dish he ate off. He had changed into a coyote on his own for once, but he was still unsure how to change back. But then he had grown hungry and... well, now he was just disgruntled. The people roped into the duck costumes were amusing at first, but as the afternoon wore on, Atem was just tired. He huffed loudly, tail swiping at an errant rabbit and earning a sour look from the hare cafe owner.]

Don't look at me like that, sir, you are responsible for them. Not me.

Tea Dragons

[Atem was doing his best with the grooming. Kaiba had shown him how already but he wasn't here at the moment. He thought he could do it on his own after that. Nope. While there was a chamomile snoozing in his lap, several of the rooibos were climbing all over him, nestling into his hair and generally just not sitting still.]

L-Little ones, please... sit still!

[Please help the pharaoh.]

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A. Library

...wow.

[ After wandering around the Index for a while, Lena had somehow found her way to the library. And, since this is a world of fairy tales, she decided to try reading up on the character who was supposedly her Essence.

...she kind of regrets that. ]

Good to know my Essence is kinda terrible. That's fun.

B. House Hunting

[ Lena looks at the key in her hand in mild fascination, holding it up a bit and watching the light path it was creating. No doubt leading her to where she's supposed to live.

By herself. ]

...Well, I'm not in any hurry.

[ So, even as she follows the path that the key is leading her, she doesn't mind the scenic route it takes her through. In fact, she seems to be enjoying herself as she walks around the Index, getting to know it better.

If she's here for a while, she might as well know where everything is anyway. ]

C. Tea Dragons

[ She had actually stumbled across the little nursery on accident, and somehow got roped into helping with the young dragons.

Not that she minds all that much; currently she's chasing after a group of the tea dragons, and when one flies by her she tackles it, sending the two of them tumbling to the ground.

As they roll to a stop, she laughs, holding up the baby dragon in her arms. ]

Tag. You're it.

[ The dragon chirps in response, and with another laugh she gets to her feet and joins the group of other dragons as they try to keep away from the one that was It. ]

Wildcard

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Brushing Up on the Lore.

[Shepard likes to think — well he knows, rather, that he's an adaptable sort. There's nothing he doesn't think he can get used to and there's few things that throw him anymore. That being said, all of this is maybe just the tiniest bit...much.

The library seemed as good as any place to start to really get his bearings. It's frustrating that he can't just scan for the information he wants and the one book he's actually looking for is up high, but what are you gonna do?

Used to calling on his biotics for obstacles of this nature, Shepard raises his arm towards the book just out of reach intending to use them to lift it. What happens instead is a shadowy tendril creeps from underneath a nearby table and grabs at the book, yanking it down from the shelf and into his hands.

His brow arches.]

Uhh, okay.

A Hareful of Trouble

[As always, he was literally just walking by minding his own business, trying to find the most normal cafe where he could get a simple cup of coffee. One stop inside told him this wasn't the place, and he had been ready to about face and leave when the rabbits start growing. Growing. What is this bullshit, honestly? He hasn't been here long and he's already sick of it.

At the moment he's facing off against two giant rabbits that barely fit into the store anymore, looking about as done with this as he can be while store owners yell for the safe retrieval of their hares.]

Should have kept your eyes on them if you didn't want them to end up as rabbit's feet.

[Ugh, this would be easier if he were facing thugs and mercs he could shoot in the goddamn heads.]

Hot Fuzz Sundae

[Shepard's used to getting caught in the crossfire, but this is ridiculous. How can caramel be this sticky?]

Alright, now I'm definitely pissed off.

[Doubly pissed off if he's stuck to someone.]

Wildcard

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A: On a piece of paper I can show it to you

[Skull Kid doesn't NEED instructions on how to use this free coloring book! In fact, the moment he discovers it in his satchel he immediately plops down right where he's standing and flips to an empty page. It's too bad he doesn't have more colors to draw with, but he can work on that later.

For now, though, everyone's journals are being bombarded with page after page of doodles of stick figures, animals, moons and stars, oddly-shaped houses... oh god it just keeps going.]

B: Killer rabbits

[Eventually, though, Skull Kid gets bored of doodling and wanders off into the Index. Unfortunately for everyone else, he stumbles upon Hare de Lune and its literal hare-raising problem. When he hears the cafe owner's pleas for help, he makes a very poor life choice.

And that's how Skull Kid came to ride atop a giant, rampaging bunny.]

WHEEEE!

[The rabbit is having considerably less fun, and is bucking wildly to try and throw the kid off, and probably causing even more property damage in the process.]

C: WILDCARD

[you know what to do here]

A: Brushing Up on the Lore
[After being dragged along by his brothers to this strange place, Louie decides he wants to know more about what he’s gotten into. Robin Hood sounds vaguely familiar, in a “bad feeling about this” sort of way. Now that he’s found a relevant book in the Grand Library, he’s really not liking things.]

Come on, didn’t he keep some of the money?

B: House Hunting
[When Louie’s key takes him out of town and toward the woods, he’s almost as miffed as when he read about Robin Hood. Give him a comfortable, real house! Of course, from the Grand Library to deep in the woods, there’s plenty of stops along the way where the key takes him weird places. Who knows where the little duck might show up?]

C: We Ducked Up
[Louie is running down the street by Bistro de Saison de Canards at top speeds – a rare sight. Once he feels safe enough, he stops abruptly, looking both offended and, frankly, traumatized, as he practically spits over his shoulder:]

I’m not that kind of duck! Sheesh!

D: Harvesting Tea Leaves
[Louie is harvesting tea leaves from a rooibos dragon. Heaven knows how he got roped into this, but now that he’s gone through the whole bonding process, it’s not the worst. He might actually be smiling and laughing a bit as the little guy prevents him from successfully harvesting the leaves. How? The dragon keeps headbutting or, occasionally, lightly nipping his hand. It really just tickles.

Of course, the moment Louie feels that someone might be watching, he quickly stops showing any signs of affection or amusement. His head goes down and he gets back to work.]

E: Wildcard
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A. Magic Journals

[Those paying attention to their journals will find a new hand filling a page, topped with the customary Name and Essence, though his message- written in a quick, neat print -didn't seem to be to anyone in particular. In fact, it seemed to be a stream of consciousness sort of list.]

-Window panes, crown glass
-Cobblestone to unpaved dirt path
-Edges of forest, likely temperate
-Candy roses (cherry)

[And so on. Looks like he's making notations while walking around the Index. It's unclear if he's aware the journal is a journal, so someone might wanna clue him in- or at least get him to stop spamming.]

B. Brush Up On Lore
[LIBRARY.

....Okay, so there has to be more to the prompt than that.

Huey's found his way to the Library and has a whole stack of books, of which exactly two actually concern his Essence. Everything else is history, stories, and whatever else he felt he could get his grubby mitts on. With this RESEARCH~ in hand, he takes a seat at a table and immediately begins poring over the books. Such a little guy to have so much reading to do.]

C. Harvesting Tea Leaves
[What a fascinating little creature! Huey had bonded well with a hibiscus tea dragon, and had it calmed down and snuggled up to his size. The delight was clear in his face as he combed through the leaves, carefully harvesting each one, making sure no scrap went uncombed.]

Alright, tilt your head up!

[The dragon obliged- and leeaaannned against Huey in the same motion, like an over-affectionate Great Dane. This got a bit of a squawk out of him, and he pushed back a moment before he was outweighed and went down.

Spotting someone going by, he waved a hand from underneath the very, very relaxed dragon.]

A little help...?

D. Wildcard
[Go nuts! Feel free to ping me at

zumidotexe to plot anything specific~]

I. Testing out the journal

[ His handwriting is pretty atrocious, so kudos to anyone who can actually read what he's putting down. ]

Hello there Fairytale Land people.
The great and wonderful Dewey Duck has arrived so you can all breathe a great sigh of relief.
Epic adventurer and monster-fighting master Dew-meister will help you restore all of these broken stories.
And I guess my brothers might help too.
So if you've got a big evil monster to fight or a great adventure, just call on the Duck Brothers!

Oooo! I can fly! This is totally awesome and I'm gonna go buzz some houses now.

[ That's it, that's the post. ]

II. You can fly, you can fly!

[ The only way Dewey can be found in the library is when his brothers drag him.
He'd much rather learn by doing. Like he said in the journal, Dewey can be found around the Index. He isn't exactly flying high over houses but hover-flying a few feet off the ground.

Control isn't exactly his forté so he may end up nearly crashing into people or it might be a near-miss. ]

Sorry, sorry! I'll get the hang of it. Crashing can be useful but how cool would it be to be able fly really high up?!

[ Maybe the Storyteller should have reconsidered giving this kid the Essence of Peter Pan. ]

III. Goose Chase

[ Hunting down a goose that's stolen a bunch of treasures is right up Dewey's alley. Though he has to stop outside the library and groan loudly. ]

Not the library! Why couldn't it have been a weapon shop or some old temple with booby traps? That would have been way more interesting than the boring old library.

[ Watch out, a stink bomb egg is coming down near him and anyone who might be standing close enough. ]

IV. Bribing Tea Dragons

[ Is it any surprise when Dewey goes for the biggest of the dragons? He isn't really interested in harvesting the tea leaves they produce. It's all about having an awesome pet and the Earl Grey dragon certainly makes a statement.

Dewey is throwing a ball for his dragon and then both of them race it to see who gets it first. The dragon tends to win more often then the duck does but that's fine. ]

You win again! [ A big beaming smile. He holds his hand out for the ball. ] Let's go another round! I'll win this time.

Wildcard

[ Anything else. ]

Adjusting to a new life... GLORIOUS FREEDOM!

[ So it's not a dream. Not only had Luca Balsa been totally freed from prison, but he'd somehow been whisked away to a place where he has zero reputation and given the mantle of the Count of Monte Cristo.

He couldn't help but smile at this incredible twist of fate when he finally got his thoughts together. Even if he occasionally forgot what happened for a moment, the fresh air and beautiful garments were enough to make him chuckle to himself. He couldn't remember a time he was so grateful, he felt he must repay this Storyteller guy for practically saving his life...

Oh, right, that's why he was brought here in the first place. To help. And to aid in helping, he sort of became the Count of Monte Cristo, and it feels like forever since he's read that tale.

So off to the Grand Library he goes. And what an enormous library it was. He can't remember what sort of libraries he'd been in before prison, but this place was much bigger than he expected. Lots and lots of books, mainly fiction, and quite a few titles he vaguely recognizes... And interesting titles he doesn't recognize. He gets curious enough to pull some unrelated books for a peek... Then some more...

Soon enough, he's barricaded himself behind a small mountain of books and leafing through some random story. Why did he come in here, again? ]

Rabbit Season!

[ Eventually, he figures out where he's supposed to live... And one more he can't believe his luck in this strange world. His new home came with an enormous fortune! All the funding needed for that grand invention he had been dreaming of completing could be easily pulled from that treasure and there would still be plenty left to spare! He knew he had to start it over from scratch, but all he needed were to buy the materials... And tools... And maybe, get a better picture in his head of what this invention was.

That made the invention a long term goal, but at least it's not impossible anymore. For now, he supposed he'd head back to town with a reasonable sum of money and treat himself to a good meal. It's been so long since he sat in any sort of restaurant, and that rabbit cafe looks appealing... ]

GIANT HARES
[ Huh... Wonder what all the ruckus out there is about.

He glances at the confusion outside the window as he's enjoying what Hare de Lune has to offer. Delicious food is one thing, but fluffy rabbits that want to snuggle with you is the icing on top. When has he ever petted a rabbit before? Has he ever held a rabbit before? He's not sure, and he's not thinking of that as his focus is stuck on the scene outside...

Or, it was until something nudged him... Once, twice... And then there was a loud THUMP. Luca turned his head at the strange noise and found himself staring into the eyes of a rabbit the size of a horse. ]

HAH? [ Blink, blink. ] ... Where did this come from? [ He didn't see a giant rabbit enter the room, that's for sure. ]

TINY ZAPS
[ Some time later, Luca ate something he shouldn't have.

Now he's the size of a rat and being chased by one of the more aggressive rabbits. Poor guy's running for his life as he finds himself zig zagging around chair legs and jumping over dropped forks, but the rabbit's a persistent hunter. Soon enough, Luca's trapped in a corner with the rabbit hurtling towards him.

Aah! Get away! He swipes a hand at the rabbit-- ]

ZAP.

[ A burst of what looks like violet electricity surges around Luca's tiny body and hits the rabbit square in the forehead. He can only watch in horror as the fluffy creature falls limply to the ground. ]

Oh... Oh god, not again! [ In spite of the possible consequences of lingering around, he rushes over to the downed rabbit to check its vitals...

He presses a hand against the bunny's forearm and feels a pulse. He can hear the bunny breathing... He breathes out a tiny sigh of relief. ] He's fine! The bunny's alive!

~~BLACKJACK~~ WILDCARD!

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Prompts 1 & 2

Both of the Log TDM prompts still apply in the introduction log, so feel free to poke at them here (or continue, if you wish).

As a reference, he's wearing rather maid-like clothes when not wearing his shoes.

Prompt 3

[Once Kou finally calmed down from birds speaking to him, he decides to start looking for his new house. The key is unpredictable and he ends up in;

a) A cafe. He decides to sit down and eat something small.
b) Someone's roof.
c) Staring down a well. Nope, not going in there.

Later on, a lot of mice seem to be guiding him towards the right place and he can be seen chatting with a few from time to time.]

Really? You had a dream you turned into a horse? How weird.

Prompt 4

[Kou's house is rather large, located in town, even if not at the center of it. The house is big and empty and really not in the best of shapes. It seems the best kept room is located in the tower and the mice are very insistent on him to settle there.

It would seem they have been the ones to prepare his bed and other things.]

Wow... you really are something. ... but what about the rest of the house? What do I do wiht that?

[Maybe he could build an in-door basketball court. That would be neat, right?

He left the door open so if you've been curious about the place you're welcome to see it for yourself. He'll join you soon from the tower after putting the items away.]

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