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diatu2019-03-11 09:32 pm
nomoremistergneissguy) wrote in diatu2019-03-11 09:32 pm
[Adventure] Geese! (OTA)
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.
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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The knight wasn't waiting around for it, but his eyes watched Cliff get away before turning to get away.
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longest adventure ever, orz
He owed those guys, and he'd try to make good for the pair of them...somehow.