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WHO: Howl and you! (And maybe even Calcifer.)
WHAT: Recent events made Howl decide that Highstorm's ~aesthetique~ wasn't worth staying Zenith. With the assistance of some helpful Meris, he made the move to Springstar, and spends his days leading up to the Oracle establishing himself among the Meri. Basically, if you'd like some casual CR with Howl ahead of the Oracle, now's your chance! ✨ And as always, if you're interested in doing something specific, you can just tag into this log or hit me up on plurk/discord.
WHERE: Mostly Springstar, with occasional ventures into Highstorm.
WHEN: The weeks between the assassinations and the Advocate Oracle
WARNINGS: None anticipated, aside from the potential for Howl to be Howl.
[1] new in town (meri only, wildcard)
[ A few days after the assassination of Cyrus and subsequent strike on Yima's Manor, the Seat of the Tribune is wracked by a crisis of significantly lower stakes: a wizard in perpetual need of special treatment.
Howl, reharmonized to the Meridian and accompanied by several Meri volunteers (who probably did not realize what they were signing up for), is not happy with the accommodations that are waiting for him in the residential wing of Heliopolis. He insists on a different room not once, but four times, until he is finally told to quit it and pick from one of the rooms he's already been shown. Surprisingly, (or maybe unsurprisingly,) he quickly picks a room after he realizes that more antics won't get him anywhere... and those unfortunate to witness part or all of his behavior might feel relieved for it to be over.
But, no. It's only just started. Howl does not come out of his room in the Tribune for three days thereafter, but it's blatantly obvious that he's still in there. Noise of all kinds, from loud music to voices to random crashes and banging on the walls, plagues the building intermittently, at all hours of the day and night. On the second day, some kind of white smoke starts to leak out from under the door and into the hallway, which then turns into pink smoke, and then invisible humid mist. When it settles on the walls and floors of the common areas, it turns into a glittery, slippery sheen.
On the third day, the chaos extends into the outdoor walkway that runs along the outside of the dormitory building. From the second floor window of Howl's room hurtle strange liquids of unknown origin or composition, splattering the sidewalk below and making multicolored victims of innocent trees and bushes.
And then, on the evening of the third day... all of it stops, and Howl's room is dead silent. Perhaps worryingly so.
One week after his initial arrival, Howl can finally be spotted outside of his room. He is dolled up in a fabulously over-the-top outfit that can only be described as "whimsigoth Willy Wonka." (These are not the clothes he arrived in, and considering that he hasn't left his room in a week, who can say where they came from.) His hair, which had been a dulling shade of dirty blond before, is now a vibrant gold, and when walks he leaves an overpowering odor of hyacinth, lavender and jasmine in his wake. The shoes he's wearing have heels so tall, you might wonder if they're men's shoes at all — especially considering the way he awkwardly stomps around in them, as he's obviously not used to wearing heels this imposing.
And the most annoying thing about it all is, perhaps, that he's somehow pulling off his insane get-up. He looks ridiculous, but in a weird way, it matches his over-the-top behavior... and when he smiles, it's hard not to feel charmed. Like maybe you are being charmed, literally.
This wizard is a menace! This is a wildcard option, feel free to witness any part of his tantrum and subsequent stint as a horrible neighbor, or put your own spin on how the shenanigans affect your character. ]
[2] it's not stealing! (ota)
[ At some point following Howl's move to Springstar, you may realize that a possession of yours goes missing. It's nothing important — no weapons, no important documents, no keepsakes from home. But it's still the sort of item that's inconvenient to lose. Your favorite pen, a single sock, the needle from your sewing kit, the pocket mirror from your makeup bag, a coupon you've been meaning to use. Wherever it is that you put it last, it's inexplicably gone, and in its place is a small scrap of paper folded in half.
Written on this paper is the following note in scribbly, lazy handwriting:
To my dearest ally in arms and/or sworn cosmic enemy (whichever may apply),
IOU.
Yours truly, Wizard Howl
And yes, the note smells like his overpowering cologne.
It's pretty easy to figure out who sent this note with some asking around, as your item isn't the only one that's disappeared lately with the same strange note in its place. Perhaps it's time to angrily confront Howl over Communion, or better yet, pay the Wizard a visit to demand your stuff back. ]
[3] antiques and baubles (highstorm)
[ To put it mildly, the relationship between Highstorm and Springstar is not good at the moment. Howl might be a newer Shard-Bearer, but the onset of full-blown war is obvious to everyone, whether they arrived two months ago or a thousand months ago. While it's still possible to use the Cornerstones to travel back and forth between the cities, few people are risking such a trip at times like these... which is what makes it the perfect time to go.
A black velvet cowl is draped over his head and shoulders, and a oversized pair of 80's-style sunglasses hides his glassy-green eyes, but Howl otherwise makes no attempt to disguise who he is. Anyone who met Howl prior to his faction switch will recognize him immediately — and anyone with True Sight will notice right away that he's aligned with the Meridian. But despite the possible dangers, Howl doesn't seem to be worried. He came to the Antiques and Baubles Market for a reason: to shop. ]
Excuse me. Do you work here?
[ He approaches you with one hand cocked on his hip and a shopping basked hanging from his other arm. Despite being indoors, and despite the perpetual night of Highstorm, he's still wearing those sunglasses. ]
Ah, whatever. Maybe you can help me either way. I'm looking for some very particular things — [ he produces a shopping list from out of nowhere and thrusts it towards you ] — and I'm in something of a hurry. I'll make it worth your time, if you're interested.
WHAT: Recent events made Howl decide that Highstorm's ~aesthetique~ wasn't worth staying Zenith. With the assistance of some helpful Meris, he made the move to Springstar, and spends his days leading up to the Oracle establishing himself among the Meri. Basically, if you'd like some casual CR with Howl ahead of the Oracle, now's your chance! ✨ And as always, if you're interested in doing something specific, you can just tag into this log or hit me up on plurk/discord.
WHERE: Mostly Springstar, with occasional ventures into Highstorm.
WHEN: The weeks between the assassinations and the Advocate Oracle
WARNINGS: None anticipated, aside from the potential for Howl to be Howl.
[1] new in town (meri only, wildcard)
[ A few days after the assassination of Cyrus and subsequent strike on Yima's Manor, the Seat of the Tribune is wracked by a crisis of significantly lower stakes: a wizard in perpetual need of special treatment.
Howl, reharmonized to the Meridian and accompanied by several Meri volunteers (who probably did not realize what they were signing up for), is not happy with the accommodations that are waiting for him in the residential wing of Heliopolis. He insists on a different room not once, but four times, until he is finally told to quit it and pick from one of the rooms he's already been shown. Surprisingly, (or maybe unsurprisingly,) he quickly picks a room after he realizes that more antics won't get him anywhere... and those unfortunate to witness part or all of his behavior might feel relieved for it to be over.
But, no. It's only just started. Howl does not come out of his room in the Tribune for three days thereafter, but it's blatantly obvious that he's still in there. Noise of all kinds, from loud music to voices to random crashes and banging on the walls, plagues the building intermittently, at all hours of the day and night. On the second day, some kind of white smoke starts to leak out from under the door and into the hallway, which then turns into pink smoke, and then invisible humid mist. When it settles on the walls and floors of the common areas, it turns into a glittery, slippery sheen.
On the third day, the chaos extends into the outdoor walkway that runs along the outside of the dormitory building. From the second floor window of Howl's room hurtle strange liquids of unknown origin or composition, splattering the sidewalk below and making multicolored victims of innocent trees and bushes.
And then, on the evening of the third day... all of it stops, and Howl's room is dead silent. Perhaps worryingly so.
One week after his initial arrival, Howl can finally be spotted outside of his room. He is dolled up in a fabulously over-the-top outfit that can only be described as "whimsigoth Willy Wonka." (These are not the clothes he arrived in, and considering that he hasn't left his room in a week, who can say where they came from.) His hair, which had been a dulling shade of dirty blond before, is now a vibrant gold, and when walks he leaves an overpowering odor of hyacinth, lavender and jasmine in his wake. The shoes he's wearing have heels so tall, you might wonder if they're men's shoes at all — especially considering the way he awkwardly stomps around in them, as he's obviously not used to wearing heels this imposing.
And the most annoying thing about it all is, perhaps, that he's somehow pulling off his insane get-up. He looks ridiculous, but in a weird way, it matches his over-the-top behavior... and when he smiles, it's hard not to feel charmed. Like maybe you are being charmed, literally.
This wizard is a menace! This is a wildcard option, feel free to witness any part of his tantrum and subsequent stint as a horrible neighbor, or put your own spin on how the shenanigans affect your character. ]
[2] it's not stealing! (ota)
[ At some point following Howl's move to Springstar, you may realize that a possession of yours goes missing. It's nothing important — no weapons, no important documents, no keepsakes from home. But it's still the sort of item that's inconvenient to lose. Your favorite pen, a single sock, the needle from your sewing kit, the pocket mirror from your makeup bag, a coupon you've been meaning to use. Wherever it is that you put it last, it's inexplicably gone, and in its place is a small scrap of paper folded in half.
Written on this paper is the following note in scribbly, lazy handwriting:
To my dearest ally in arms and/or sworn cosmic enemy (whichever may apply),
IOU.
Yours truly, Wizard Howl
And yes, the note smells like his overpowering cologne.
It's pretty easy to figure out who sent this note with some asking around, as your item isn't the only one that's disappeared lately with the same strange note in its place. Perhaps it's time to angrily confront Howl over Communion, or better yet, pay the Wizard a visit to demand your stuff back. ]
[3] antiques and baubles (highstorm)
[ To put it mildly, the relationship between Highstorm and Springstar is not good at the moment. Howl might be a newer Shard-Bearer, but the onset of full-blown war is obvious to everyone, whether they arrived two months ago or a thousand months ago. While it's still possible to use the Cornerstones to travel back and forth between the cities, few people are risking such a trip at times like these... which is what makes it the perfect time to go.
A black velvet cowl is draped over his head and shoulders, and a oversized pair of 80's-style sunglasses hides his glassy-green eyes, but Howl otherwise makes no attempt to disguise who he is. Anyone who met Howl prior to his faction switch will recognize him immediately — and anyone with True Sight will notice right away that he's aligned with the Meridian. But despite the possible dangers, Howl doesn't seem to be worried. He came to the Antiques and Baubles Market for a reason: to shop. ]
Excuse me. Do you work here?
[ He approaches you with one hand cocked on his hip and a shopping basked hanging from his other arm. Despite being indoors, and despite the perpetual night of Highstorm, he's still wearing those sunglasses. ]
Ah, whatever. Maybe you can help me either way. I'm looking for some very particular things — [ he produces a shopping list from out of nowhere and thrusts it towards you ] — and I'm in something of a hurry. I'll make it worth your time, if you're interested.