[Adventure] Geese! (OTA)

[nomoremistergneissguy]

They were only geese, right? How difficult could it be?

Although he'd been warned the flock had learned to use wands, foci, and Forged items, Cliff was pretty sure that this was hyperbole dreamed up by magic-addled minds. The cocky teenager might regret this later, certainly.

He'd been given a map of campus with the pond the flock had claimed as their own marked in red. Nor was it difficult to figure out which pond it was, even in the physical world--the pond itself had big "KEEP OUT" signs posted around it--with one goose avidly pecking at it, because clearly the sign had offended it somehow.

At least this part, he'd just meant to be a recon mission. Mostly. He had a half a loaf of bread and a bag of grapes, and he was going to try to put one over on the honking nuisances by feeding them. Yeah, that should make him an okay guy in their book, right?

Cliff wasn't actually betting on that, but he could hope to appeal to gluttony.

He wasn't incredibly subtle, either, as he hid behind a tree, trying to keep out of the sight of the flock's watchers. At least if the rumors about their theft of wands and other such sundries were true, he didn't have anything to lose to the reprobates.

He might have to try and get a hold of their treasure trove, if he could, though. But that was a thought for later. For now, he settled in to watch the flock, relatively quiescent, to try and see how they moved. He'd probably have to take a break from class later, too, to see how they accosted students during the day. Best to be prepared, he thought. As if he could be prepared for spellcasting geese.

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[unswervingcompanion]

The knight looked from Orisa to Cliff and nodded. It was nerve-wracking to sit and do nothing, but tactics were a thing for a reason. So Hendrik tensed, sword drawn and held low in front of him.

He was just the backup, but he could pack quite a damn wallop if the situation called for it.

[stillnewatthis]

Orisa began drawing a figure in the mud, simply a pattern of subtraction. As one of the geese began gorging itself, the temperature around it slowly decreased... till Orisa could make one big jump, and the water around the goose froze as she completed her spell.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Hopefully that cracked the ice enough so that he could get a hold of the frozen goose and do what he'd intended to do all along.

Cliff ran like hell!

"Cover me and get the heck out of here yourselves if you can!" He figured if he was scarpering away, and they all split up? There'd be a lot more opportunity for them all to get away from the geese, both before they realized what had happened, and before they could either free their comrade or trap the three of them by the use of magic.

As for him? Cliff ran for the Research Offices. Surely even at this time of night, someone would be there, burning the proverbial midnight oil...

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik didn't run, except to make sure that Cliff's ass was covered the entire way. He'd had to dodge more than a few spells from the geese and had turned to face one of them at one point, but then for some reason, it had gotten distracted and took off in another direction.

The knight wasn't waiting around for it, but his eyes watched Cliff get away before turning to get away.

[stillnewatthis]

Orisa, whose primary purpose is to keep others safe, had to wait and make sure Hendrik was out of danger in turn! Stubborn group, aren't they... but as soon as he turned, she began backing up, her four legs making that much safer for her than a human.

longest adventure ever, orz

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Well, hopefully Hendrik and Orisa took his advice, because Cliff wasn't going to take the chance of this goose waking up. No, he banked up short once he got to the building the Research Offices were contained in, and banged on the door.

He owed those guys, and he'd try to make good for the pair of them...somehow.