nonscriptum: draw a caricature of your face, you know, that sorta thing (just gonna take a few notes here)
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 ([personal profile] nonscriptum) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2017-08-01 12:14 pm

[text] there is water at the bottom of the ocean

[Originally, it started out as a well-meaning adventurous foray for personal edification, yadda, yadda, yadda. Time moves so slowly in Hadriel that Nate has been clawing at ways to occupy it, and since he's exhausted the library of any texts that aren't in gibberish it stands to reason he might seek personal fulfillment elsewhere. After waking up with the usual restlessness he considered the wide expanse of lakeside real estate out his window and thought, yeah, a swim sounds nice.

The swim was less than nice.

Several minor explosions and some (honestly) impressive spell-work later sees him soaked to the skin but otherwise unscathed outside of minor lacerations on one arm - there's really only so much you can do when trying to evade a shark with two fucking heads - scribbling quickly in a notebook with the sort of fervor reserved for the truly mad. Lake-adjacent, blessedly on the shore with a towel slung around bare shoulders, he quickly snaps a photograph of his work with his phone and hits SEND TO ALL.

The message is as follows:
]

does anyone know what the hell this is
i found it at the bottom of the lake

Attachment: [monster.jpg]

p.s. don't go swimming in the lake
restinglichface: and im 14 years old (hi my name is sprite pepsi)

[personal profile] restinglichface 2017-08-21 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lup: 1, Taako: 0.

There's an attempt to hide the incredibly smug grin that tugs at Lup's mouth when Nate agrees to her plan over Taako's, but as far as rolls go, it's an absolute critical fail. The elbow resting on Taako's shoulder drops as his sister's posture straightens, the woman stretching her arms out in front of her before cracking her knuckles. Just to rub a little salt in the would, she reaches over to ruffle Taako's hair.]


It's okay, Taako. We'll do your whole fish thing next time.

[She turns that too-toothy grin of hers on Nate now, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder.] Pop a squat, my man. We'll need to prep for this. [Not prep magic, of course, they just need some sweet ass outfits.]