[Event] Pumpkiller

[npcsofmana]

Who: A very big and magical Jack-O-Lantern and you
What: A giant pumpkin is trying to take over Domina... or something like that.
Where: West Domina, past the residential area
When: Day 33
Other: Likely some violence. Check the post for more info and ask any questions here.




At least, that's what the usual mail pelican is frantically squawking about on the front steps of home with her feathers going everywhere as she flaps her wings.

And.... there are some very disconcerting dark clouds gathering around Domina that haven't yet started intruding on the sky around Home. Perhaps this merits some checking out.

To those that venture forth, they'll notice that Domina is eerily quiet as they step into it from the road. Both Domina's tavern and inn seem empty, which is a strange thing in itself. Anyone who's visited the town regularly will have noticed that those two places, for good reason, are often the most lively places in town.

Just where has everyone gone....?

Comments

[kokuyoyo]

Yeah… But stay here for a while, Ken. You were getting slow.

[It’s blunt and simple, not really an insult because it’s true. Chikusa shifts on the branch he’s settled on.]

...Come up here so you don’t get dragged into it again.

[junkyarddog]

Was not, byon. [He huffs a little, but it's clearly just him objecting as a point of pride. He makes no effort to run off and prove Chikusa wrong, so on some deeper level he probably acknowledges Chikusa as correct.

At the invitation, he leaps up to scrabble onto the branch, settling against Chikusa to observe the fight from the outside for awhile.]

...how do we kill it, Kakipi? [He asks this idly after a minute or two, in the voice of someone who doesn't necessarily have any pressing need to destroy a giant pumpkin, but who would definitely like to pull it off just to say that they did.]

[kokuyoyo]

[As Ken presses against him, Chikusa shifts slightly to account for his body.]

….Smash it, probably. We’ll get there first.

[Or, rather, Ken will, because Chikusa isn’t getting involved in this clusterfuck.]

[junkyarddog]

Think it'll smash open if I keep doing what I was doing long enough? [Ken gives Chikusa a questioning look.] Or were you thinking of something else?

[kokuyoyo]

Probably. [Chikusa shifts his weight so that he’s leaning completely against the tree and doesn’t have to hold himself up.] Unless something changes, it’s the easiest way…

[junkyarddog]

When should I go back out, byon? [Ken's not wriggling yet, not full of impatient energy; he must still be recuperating. And yet mentally, he's still raring to go, even though physically he seems content to keep leaning against Chikusa's side.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Of course Ken wants to go out to fight it again. Still, Chikusa looks over him carefully.]

...Tell me how you’re feeling in a few more minutes. If you’re energetic again… It should be fine.

[junkyarddog]

"Okay, byon." And Ken relaxes against Chikusa's side again.

Within five minutes, he's dozing fitfully, even in the less-than-comfortable position. He probably won't sleep long; in fact, this is probably him recharging his batteries.