Fantasy [Open/Accepting] Return of the Druids [Welcome to a Miyazaki-inspired witchy wonderland!]

[AI10100]

Wren Hawthorne
Interacting with: lunarflowers Ambiloquous . D O V E sunnieside
Location: Witch's Cottage​

Gwydion had a very good aim as the treat landed in Mavies's mouth in her panicked state. The girl seemed to choke on it and Wren's eyes were wide in alarm, kneeling down beside her and kept her hold on the girl. What was Wren attempting? Should she perform some sort of spell to help her? Before her mind could think of a way to help her, Mavies had fully recovered and sprung up to her feet. A little stunned and unbelieving, Wren knelt there for a few seconds before slowly coming to a stand.

Wren turned back slowly to Gwydion as he began to speak, hopping up on the table. The speech roused something in her spell-addled mind. He was right! There was little need in fear and panic; and what better way to cure that than to simply fight it! She nodded her head with vigor, a rare sight for the usually calm and relatively unemotional person.

"Hah? What is that cat doing here? And what is Gwydion doing!?" Ein's questions would remain unanswered as Wren's brain deemed fit to not hear any of her familiar's hissing.

"Lord Villenueve?" Wren muttered to herself as Gwydion swooped up the black cat and proclaimed that he would lead all of them to victory. The girl soon followed, chanting along. Off into the distance, quickly nearing them, was someone talking about metaphysical reality and being shifted of some sort that was beyond her studies as a Green Witch. Nevertheless, the prospect of danger only served to fuel fuel spell pumping in her veins. "Sounds like whatever is out there is going to be fun to fight." She remarked with a determined look on her face. Something was terribly wrong, something at the back of her mind tickled, as the area grew warmer.

"Fire!" Ein said, looking at the flames now spreading from the pot of plants to the curtains. Wren looked like she was about to do something but her attention quickly whipped towards another person who entered.

Her lip quirked upward, the smallest smile on her face as she saw Elsie enter the room and scoop up a triangle for herself and followed through with the others. Wren couldn't help the deep-bellied chuckle she let out as Elsie quite literally threw Tom Tom towards Gwydion and René— out of the window. Wren headed towards her friend and patted her shoulder. "To victory!" The loud voice seemed to strain Wren's voice but she didn't mind.

Instead, she turned around and grabbed the plate of triangular goods and headed towards the window. The cool, fresh air that calmed her earlier now served to heighten her adrenaline. Wren placed a hand on the windowsill and effortlessly hopped over the window in such a precise and practiced movement that you'd think she had done this multiple times before (which she had, a lot of times, the window was fun to use every now and then). However miraculous it was, the food on the plate she was holding on her other hand didn't spill a single triangle.

"Wren!? Stop!?" Ein hissed once again, straight into the witch's ear. "Go back and help poor Baymorda!"

Wren reached her free hand over to the snout of her familiar, closing her fingers around it. "We're here to conquer our fears. And you should too!" Not like Wren gave him the opportunity to say something for or against it as she kept her hand firmly on the snake's snout.

 

[sunnieside]

"beauty is in the eye of the beholder”

code by valen t.

Vyncent Alistair

Tags: bambino plontae ​

The depressed, weary, starving writer rose from his piles of written failures of adventure. Vyn was so busy trying to write his beloved plotless novel, that he ended up passing out with ink smudged on his face… not that he noticed. The ink smudge was smeared across his forehead which would probably seem comical to some if not all. Not that the oblivious author could tell. He rubbed his eyes not knowing that he had more ink on his hands, thus poor Vyn looked like a fancy raccoon in his vibrant colored robes and feathered hat.

With a big yawn and a long stretch, the blind writer grabbed his circle glasses and decided maybe he should pay his dear friends a visit at Cafe Veronica. Attie-boy had always made delicious pastries that were to die for. Vyn was surprised the man hadn’t left Castmere to share the entire world his delectable talents. It truly was a shame that Atticus was still here, but at least that meant Vyn could see him a lot easier. Then there was Vyn’s dear friend Cassius the Magnificent. The one person who shared the rare vision of what art truly was. Goodness, Vyn definitely needed to go see these two men. Especially after spending endless hours writing with the horrid writer’s block that all literature geniuses would get from time to time.

Vyn dusted himself off and with a skip in his step, he was off to go see his wonderful friends. Once Vyn got to the cafe, he opened the doors to a wistful song being plucked on a lyre. There were also smells of warm pastries wafting out the door and into his nose. He took a deep breath in and exclaimed to no one in particular, “I am here my glorious friends! I am so happy to have you all bless me with your presence.”

He scanned the area to find a familiar face and spotted Domi. Vyn beamed and waved wildly at them, “Domi! How are you, friend? Do the cards show fortune in my writing career soon?”

Applause erupted from the cafe and Vyn whipped his head to see his dear Cassius walking gracefully off the stage after he took a quick bow. Of course! How could Vyn not realize that the beautiful lyre playing was done by the blessed-by-the-gods, Cass? What an awful friend to not even identify his friend’s one-of-a-kind playing! Vyn wailed and wrapped his arms around the musician, “Cass! My dear friend, your playing was beautiful! I am saddened I have caught the end tails of your song.”

The distraught author looked up and noticed that he had accidentally interrupted his two friends' conversations! Goodness gracious, Vyn had been an awful friend to the both of them so far! Have they even met? “Atticus, the apple of my eye. You are working as hard as ever, I am always impressed by your work ethic. Have you and Cass met? I am sure you both would be great friends if you haven’t.”

Yes, being surrounded by friends was definitely a great break that Vyn needed.

 

[. D O V E]

Mavies Goldheart could feel the adrenaline spiking with every step she took. The normally meek girl donned a face full of determination as she marched in a line behind the man and the revered cat. In fact, she was so into it that she failed to notice that they had grown in numbers. She was slightly surprised to see the girl with the talking snake and another girl she had never seen before join in on the parade. It seemed like they were all keen on conquering their fears as well. How joyous! The more the merrier!

Red tainted Mavies' cheeks once she realized that their lord had addressed her. The sparkles in her eyes intensified at the prospect of her being his vassal. Nobody has ever offered her that position before (probably 'cause it wasn't a position normally offered)! Mavies gladly jumped on the opportunity.

She sped up until she was walking ahead of the man carrying her master, turning around to regard him with puppy-dog eyes. Just past him, she could see what seemed to be flour exploding inside the burning cottage. Nonetheless, she paid it no mind as her newfound duty was calling. Albeit burning somebody's hands were too extreme, the hooded girl knew just what to do.

Ask politely.

"Good sir! Can you please release the lord?" She clutched her hands together. "Pretty pleaaaaseeeee?" Normally, interacting with somebody like this would cause her to hyperventilate and probably faint, but right now she was adamant about conquering her fears. This was clearly the effect of the supreme feline!

However, as she anticipated his response, she caught sight of an orange projectile heading straight for the so-called Lord Villanueve. "NOOOOOOO!" She dramatically exclaimed, pushing past the chef and jumping in an attempt to catch the flying Tom Tom and save the lord from assassination.

AI10100 Ambiloquous lunarflowers sunnieside

 

[animegirl20]

lunarflowers redraider plontae

Spoiler: outfit she is currently wearing

"Kidnapped? Oh, no, no, no. Miss White, was it? There are no kidnapped girls here, I assure you. This is the opposite of a kidnapping, you see! It's my promise to you that none of these young women wanted to go to that dreaded school of servitude and normality in the first place."

Alice nodded she couldn't disagree with that. Though Alice couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Baymorda as she continued to seemingly explain herself.

"So, I simply whisked them away on a boat, and across the ocean we went to this island full of oddities and danger, which is completely isolated and concealed by a potent magical ward, mind you, so that no one can enter or leave without a enchanted passport that only highly-authorized travelers, with government clearance such as myself, may ever possess. This is not only the greatest, most secretive charity operation of the era, Miss White, but also a dream come true for hundreds of intelligent ladies such as yourself—"

Alice couldn't help but think that it somewhat did sound like kidnapping in a way but she decided maybe it was best not think it much.

"and this sophisticated young woman, too! Look how scholarly and magical she is!"

Alice watched as Elsie walked by and raised an eyebrow. "Right...well! I am glad to be here I can't wait to start learning some magic!" Alice said excitedly and she really was. "So where are the ro-" Alice was suddenly cut off when someone shouted,

"LEAD US TO VICTORY, LEAGUE OF CATS."

Alice held in a laugh. League of cats? How odd...and curious.....are they playing a game maybe? Alice thought to herself. One of the girls that Alice had just taken note of was about to head into the room where the shouting came from but Baymorda stopped her and dashed into the room first to make sure everything was alright. Curious to see what was happening Alice followed with her bags still in hand. Alice peeked into the room and her eyes widen. There were people trying to squeeze out through the window, food scattered everywhere and there was a fire! Made Alice think back to when she started a small fire when trying to cook for the first time.

"Girls, DO NOT put ANYTHING in your mouths!"

She hadn't planned on it. Alice started panic a bit when she noticed Baymorda with a bag of flour. "Wait I wouldn't do that!" Alice dropped her bags and came into the room to try to stop her from the throwing the flour on the flames but it was to late. The flour burst everywhere and caused a explosion. Alice covered her face from the bright flash of light. After a moment Alice removed her hands from her face and glanced around the room. She felt sorry for whatever poor soul would have to clean this up. She watched as Baymorda put out the rest of the fire but Alice didn't bother to try to stop her. The worst of it had already been done. Alice glanced around the room again as she thought about when her and her mother made the exact same mistake. Alice tried hold in a laugh. It was little funny but she didn't want to be rude. Well that happened now what? What about those girls she saw pushing themselves out the window. Were they ok?

 

[lunarflowers]

Gwydion Stoneflick

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As he clambered out the window, there was a whole slew of voices behind Gwydion, and also a fluffy, orange feline that was suddenly hurled in his direction at a rapid speed. "Gah! Bloody spell!" (haha, get it?) This was the doing of none other than Elsie Wynwright. Over the time that she had been staying at the cottage, the chef was getting no better at predicting her wild antics. In fact, out of all the trouble-makers in Druid Isle, he suspected that she was the one that cared the least about her actions.

In any case, he quickly swept his arms away from the flying ball of fur, scarcely avoiding this cat-missile with his own body. However, with this motion, the black cat suspended by his hands was smacked into by the throat-clearing Tom Tom. It disappointed him for a moment, to watch both cats tumble in the air so gracelessly. Even so, he had been holding onto that peeved, scratchy animal longer than he ordinarily would. Despite his best judgment, he had been allowing the backs of his hands and the cuffs of his arms to be thoroughly marked with little red lines up until this very moment. It was a relief to have René's claws off of him. He massaged the stinging scratch-marks as his legs carried him onwards.

For better or for worse, he was joined by a whole caravan of fear-conquering witches and their supposedly wiser, animal-familiars. This was clearly not how he imagined dinner. At least it was him leading them, and not his sister, whose softness and zeal for life was easy to take advantage of. Under the influence of magic, Gwydion still considered himself a level-headed person. Or, at least, that's what he kept telling himself as his shoes plodded down a rickety, cobblestone path. Without missing a beat, the hooting and hollering of the other witches seemed to follow him all this way. Feeling like he needed to pander to his chaotic, adrenaline-seeking army, he began to speak in a philosophical manner. "Yes, many fears will be had tonight! After all, what is fear, but the sad misdirection of our own minds?" This type of outspokenness and leadership was much unlike him, and he had only the enchanted triangles to thank for that.

After several minutes of this mindless chanting and tomfoolery, they had all reached a fork in the road, causing the homemaker to pause. He pointed at the two signposts, and looked over his shoulder triumphally at Wren, Elsie, and Mavies. "Well then, are we braving the cob-webbed, moonless forest, or the deep, dark depths of the formidable ocean?"

Ambiloquous AI10100 . D O V E sunnieside ​

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[redraider]

Saen sighed with annoyance as the cottage threatened to burn down, but the fire was fortunately contained. Unfortunately, that still left the problem of the MIA witches. "Alright, let me get this straight. Between what happened in my own head and what you just said, somebody screwed with the chow and put a fear spell on it. Now that we know, we aren't going to lose any more of the witches to the fear spell. But those who were already lost, they're out in the middle of nowhere, facing their fears... which are now all too real. Did I miss anything?"

 

[Ambiloquous]

René Villeneuve

As if it was fated that René Villeneuve, master schemer extraordinaire, would forever only have incompetent minions to order around, Currant-hood proceeded to not wrench his captor’s fingers away from his blue-blooded body, not ignite the man’s repulsive hands touching his sublime fur, but instead, beg his to-be-cursed captor to let him go. With a “pretty please”. It wasn’t enough to demean herself and her lord by connection with begging, no. René Villeneuve, world-weary feline aristocrat, chose to pretend that he didn’t exist at that moment.

But as if the world wanted to prove him wrong seconds later — which it couldn’t, he was never wrong — Currant-hood screamed an ear-piercing battle cry and placed herself between the orange country bumpkin of a cat projectile that was catapulted in his direction. A bit touched by her dedication, René decided that even if she was too incompetent to be a vassal, she made a fine meat shield, and he would keep her anyway.

Then, horror of all horrors, the world continued to try to prove him wrong. But this time, it was not to benefit him. Instead of ramming into Currant-hood like the event should have concluded, somehow, his jailer magically teleported his grasping arms away, and René — noblest of all beings — caught the dirty cat with his face. His well-groomed, imposing, awe-inspiring face. Tumbling to the ground like a bad acrobatic act, and waiting for the boos that were sure to come, René Villeneuve pretended to be dead.

It was a low-born action from ancient, once thought unnecessary, instincts, but today, the black cat realized it played an important part in redeeming his reputation. Waiting motionlessly until the spanakopita-consuming figures had left, he crawled off the ground, spat at that damned orange cat that was the cause of all his troubles and slunk off to better places.

Perhaps that… Veronica’s Cafe would have clients with manners. It was a hopeful speculation that he wasn’t sure would hold when he arrived.

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