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Spyro (Reignited) ([personal profile] holdyourhorns) wrote in [community profile] diatu2021-08-22 07:49 pm

There totally isn't a dragon here [OPEN]

Who: Spyro, Sparx, and you!
Where: The Backwater or around the Diatu campus
When: August
What: Quest! Or general catch-all stuff
Warnings: Probably not

A - All that Glistens

Man, it was definitely a lot easier to fit in with the public as a human than a dragon. Not that Spyro was making any effort to mask his identity from those who already knew him by name. And while there were still plenty of places and stores in Anastara the form wouldn’t get him into, there wasn’t the worry of his kind’s reputation to constantly upkeep.

The Night Shift was great, just as incredibly accommodating for his tastes as he remembered despite the good ol’ rough and tumble atmosphere. But eventually, his wandering about in the city’s Third Ring brought him to The Backwater.

It's a natural place for anyone including Valhudor students to flock to test their performing chops apparently. The shapeshifted dragon would certainly keep that in mind as he poked his nose into a chat with one of the disgruntled staff waiting to start their shift.

”... More milk and eggs than we know what to do with! Any day now someone’s going to hand in an entire cow to cover their tab!”

“Or maybe a few sheep?” Spyro couldn’t help a grin at either the idea of a decent shank of mutton or sheep tossing, but regardless his dragonfly partner was just as quick to bump him on the noggin. “Hey!”

”Oh I hope they find that-” A very explicit insult. “-who caused this mess!” A different stranger cut in. ”All of my tips were in butter and goat cheese last night!”

Spyro put up a cl- hand to his chin in thought. The problem didn’t sound too hard to solve. Rogue wizards? Nothing his original dragon form couldn’t handle! “Huh… well maybe I’ll do it!”

The two coworkers peered down at him in disbelief, but then scoffed. One of them muttered a bit of insincere good luck to him at the task before they both left to reluctantly walk into the tavern for work, but that wasn’t going to budge Spyro’s confidence. The dragon-turned-human merely turned away from the entrance and shifted his gaze toward the insect hovering next to him.

“Well Sparx, I guess the first thing we gotta do is figure out how to find our wizard!”


B - Changing Room

But regardless of his noble quest being up on the task board, there’s still classes to take, notes to study, and magic to practice. In the mornings is a human walking out from Suite 132, while in the evenings it’s everyone’s favorite purple dragon.

Interesting.


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perfectenn: (A world with no more night)

[personal profile] perfectenn 2021-09-14 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
What a fowl diversion! But possibly useful for the future. He'll remember that.

It’s unfortunate they don't keep a sign-in list, but Tenn can understand the reasoning behind it. If performers are putting themselves at risk of vegetables to the face, he can sympathize with the reluctance. As it sounds like there are many of those on a regular basis, he’ll need to find someone who comes here fairly often and has a good memory for voices.

"In that case, could you point me to someone who comes here for open nights regularly?"

(But if Barkeep NPC has run out of dialogue, assume Tenn takes a seat in a central location and listens for any snatches of relevant conversation to get a feel for who might be open to talking. And he'd keep a look out for anyone he might know from Melody's, since that’s where he does most of his related socializing.)

[personal profile] magicademymods 2021-09-27 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
A few helpful souls immediately crowd Tenn, and soon enough engage in a conversation he can easily steer towards the open night performers and the worst of the worst. They're eager to tell more than a few tales, all of which Tenn can remember and only one of which may prove relevant in the long run once he meets up with his partner: a wizard named Gary Hartson, who fancies himself a singer and comports himself as an oaf at best. A lot of people vow to get them all, the patrons relate, but he had that particularly wild look of a man who just might consider it.