» d-1: rogue snowmen « [Eustace didn't notice anything amiss regarding the snowmen at first. This is mostly due to the fact that all of the ones he passed took on his quiet, calm demeanor and remained still, not bothering anyone. That all changes when he hears a commotion ahead and he looks up to find people yelling as some of the snowmen twist and bounce through, chucking hard coal and some even wielding pitchforks. Where they got them, no one can really say.
In any case, the once peaceful avenue has been disrupted, and it looked like they were all mostly civilians unable to really fend them off. It doesn't help that the rising panic is influencing the snowmen further, making their movements more frantic. After quickly assessing the situation, he issues orders to those near him as he pulls out his long dagger. Given the chaos, close combat would be better than using his gun, and he'd rather not risk a bullet going straight through packed snow.]
Help move everyone inside, I'll divert the snowmen's attention. If you have any combat experience then take out any following civilians.
Move.
[Although his voice remains low, calm, and methodical, the instructions alone and how quickly he dashes forward hints the urgency of the situation. These may be snowmen and he doubts anyone could be killed, but people could be seriously injured both from the "weapons" and the chaos.]
=================================== » b-2/g: of cinnamon and dogs « [After procuring some hot chocolate and some various pastries, Eustace settles on a bench near the park. Although he could have stayed at the café, he's still adjusting and prefers the peace and quiet of this area instead where the only sounds are distant laughter and chatter of those playing and socializing further in.
As he's enjoying his meal, however, he hears some rustling in the nearby bushes. Even if he's in a well populated city, instincts make him immediately alert—but he instantly relaxes when he sees it's just a young, small dog.]
...A stray, hm?
[As much as he favored them, dogs have always been a hit or miss due to his cold, intimidating nature, but he's softened over the years thanks to a certain skyfaring captain. So he takes a breath, tries to open himself up more, and reaches into his bag to take out...a cinnamon bun. Uuuh.
...Hm...]
Is cinnamon good for dogs?
[He frowns a bit as he wonders aloud, actually looking a bit perplexed as he tries to recall any kind of information he knew about what was safe and what wasn't for the animal. At this point the dog notices the prospect of food, and after some hesitation pads over to sit, its tail wagging slightly in clear hope of getting a free meal.
This is only making Eustace feeling a little more perplexed. He should have gotten a sandwich with meat or something!]
...Wait, I don't think this is good for you...
[And now the dog is whining. C'mon pal, don't dangle the goods and the take it away!
For once the usual taciturn Erune is wavering, caught between secretly happy that a dog actually approached him (if under the pretense of food) and not wanting to feed him something that may not be good for it. That would be why there's weird display of some small flowers budding underneath the bench and a rather frosty atmosphere around him, strong uncertain breezes bustling about. Some assistance may be in order.]
=================================== » f-1: trudging through snow « [Despite the cold blizzard blistering through, Eustace traverses through the snow-filled streets with relative ease. There's a lull in the storm which allows people to walk about to quickly do what they can before the next wave hits, but the area Eustace is passing through is quiet...but not quite as peaceful as he would have liked. Although he feels comfortable in the cold and would otherwise enjoy the walk, the eeriness of the situation ruins it. Thus he keeps an eye out for any unusually large lumps of snow to investigate for any victims.
Strangely, he also has to fight off some of that malaise, certain thoughts and memories hovering at the edge of his mind, the despair in the air more than ready to take grip and pull them out. When a memory manages to pass through, he stumbles and staggers a step. For a brief moment the wind picks up and sharp snow flurries bustle around him, but feeling a few cut into his skin breaks him from the brief reverie and he catches himself, shaking his head. No, this isn't the time for that.
Closing his eyes briefly, he takes a deep breath. Slowly the wind calms and the flurries fade, and when there is renewed resolution as he continues on.
Should he find someone, he'll give a rough shove. And if there's no response, he'll have no choice but to pick them up. Whether he carries them over the shoulder, on his back, or in his arms is up to fate.]
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Eustace | Granblue Fantasy
[Eustace didn't notice anything amiss regarding the snowmen at first. This is mostly due to the fact that all of the ones he passed took on his quiet, calm demeanor and remained still, not bothering anyone. That all changes when he hears a commotion ahead and he looks up to find people yelling as some of the snowmen twist and bounce through, chucking hard coal and some even wielding pitchforks. Where they got them, no one can really say.
In any case, the once peaceful avenue has been disrupted, and it looked like they were all mostly civilians unable to really fend them off. It doesn't help that the rising panic is influencing the snowmen further, making their movements more frantic. After quickly assessing the situation, he issues orders to those near him as he pulls out his long dagger. Given the chaos, close combat would be better than using his gun, and he'd rather not risk a bullet going straight through packed snow.]
Help move everyone inside, I'll divert the snowmen's attention. If you have any combat experience then take out any following civilians.
Move.
[Although his voice remains low, calm, and methodical, the instructions alone and how quickly he dashes forward hints the urgency of the situation. These may be snowmen and he doubts anyone could be killed, but people could be seriously injured both from the "weapons" and the chaos.]
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» b-2/g: of cinnamon and dogs «
[After procuring some hot chocolate and some various pastries, Eustace settles on a bench near the park. Although he could have stayed at the café, he's still adjusting and prefers the peace and quiet of this area instead where the only sounds are distant laughter and chatter of those playing and socializing further in.
As he's enjoying his meal, however, he hears some rustling in the nearby bushes. Even if he's in a well populated city, instincts make him immediately alert—but he instantly relaxes when he sees it's just a young, small dog.]
...A stray, hm?
[As much as he favored them, dogs have always been a hit or miss due to his cold, intimidating nature, but he's softened over the years thanks to a certain skyfaring captain. So he takes a breath, tries to open himself up more, and reaches into his bag to take out...a cinnamon bun. Uuuh.
...Hm...]
Is cinnamon good for dogs?
[He frowns a bit as he wonders aloud, actually looking a bit perplexed as he tries to recall any kind of information he knew about what was safe and what wasn't for the animal. At this point the dog notices the prospect of food, and after some hesitation pads over to sit, its tail wagging slightly in clear hope of getting a free meal.
This is only making Eustace feeling a little more perplexed. He should have gotten a sandwich with meat or something!]
...Wait, I don't think this is good for you...
[And now the dog is whining. C'mon pal, don't dangle the goods and the take it away!
For once the usual taciturn Erune is wavering, caught between secretly happy that a dog actually approached him (if under the pretense of food) and not wanting to feed him something that may not be good for it. That would be why there's weird display of some small flowers budding underneath the bench and a rather frosty atmosphere around him, strong uncertain breezes bustling about. Some assistance may be in order.]
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» f-1: trudging through snow «
[Despite the cold blizzard blistering through, Eustace traverses through the snow-filled streets with relative ease. There's a lull in the storm which allows people to walk about to quickly do what they can before the next wave hits, but the area Eustace is passing through is quiet...but not quite as peaceful as he would have liked. Although he feels comfortable in the cold and would otherwise enjoy the walk, the eeriness of the situation ruins it. Thus he keeps an eye out for any unusually large lumps of snow to investigate for any victims.
Strangely, he also has to fight off some of that malaise, certain thoughts and memories hovering at the edge of his mind, the despair in the air more than ready to take grip and pull them out. When a memory manages to pass through, he stumbles and staggers a step. For a brief moment the wind picks up and sharp snow flurries bustle around him, but feeling a few cut into his skin breaks him from the brief reverie and he catches himself, shaking his head. No, this isn't the time for that.
Closing his eyes briefly, he takes a deep breath. Slowly the wind calms and the flurries fade, and when there is renewed resolution as he continues on.
Should he find someone, he'll give a rough shove. And if there's no response, he'll have no choice but to pick them up. Whether he carries them over the shoulder, on his back, or in his arms is up to fate.]
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