[ You're probably minding your own business, expecting today to be like any other day, and you exit your house, and ... there's a tree in the street. A tree you're definitely sure wasn't here yesterday. And not a small one, either. It's the sort of sturdy tree that would take at least a few decades to grow from a sapling, and it's just ... here. Healthy and green and very much in your way.
If you let your eyes follow up the tree's trunk, into the lush foliage where a few birds are flitting around, there's a spot of red fluttering around. A cloak? Or -- oh, it's a person. That's definitely a person standing on a branch that's a good fifteen, twenty feet off the ground.
That's dangerous, isn't it? Maybe you'd like to say something?
Or maybe you'd like to know who the hell put this tree here, and what better person to ask than the guy who's apparently enjoying the view from atop it? ]
ii. braving the trail
[ Sure, why not. He likes the woods, he can hear birds chirping, and he's trying to get a better idea of what this place is like. So Vangeance decides to brave the trail -- though he's also way too familiar with magic to take that written warning lightly.
He can be found making his way along the trail at a brisk but unhurried pace ... but notably, tree roots and vines seem to sprout and bloom around his feet. They line either sided of the path before him, leaving enough room for him to walk, but wither away after he passes, leaving behind only a few wispy leaves on the ground. A few birds land to study these vines curiously, always flitting away before long, but it must make for a rather surreal sight. Especially since Vangeance has an open book floating beside him as he walks, its pages glowing faintly. ]
a.
[ When he spots someone up ahead, he calls out pre-emptively, before his footsteps can startle them into turning around, ]
Don't look back. [ His tone of voice is calm and mildly amicable. ] Please don't be alarmed, I'm just another person on the trail. I'm going to approach you.
[ And he does, trotting forward a few steps until he's level with this new acquaintance. ]
I apologize if I startled you.
b.
[ The moment he hears footsteps behind him, he halts. The vines around his feet seem to bristle ever so slightly, circling protectively around where he stands. Vangeance doesn't look back, keeping his eyes trained ahead as he calls out, ]
Good afternoon.
[ It's a calm greeting, and a moderately friendly one. But his voice trails off afterward as he gives a slight tilt of the head. An invitation to see what this person behind him might say.
Maybe introduce yourself? Or don't, that's also fair. ]
c.
[ Or maybe he chances upon someone who's unfortunately made the mistake of looking back and is now being held captive by Mr. Big Mask. How fortunate, for someone already being terrorized by one weird masked man to be happened upon by a second and possibly-equally-weird masked man! :^) ]
iii. it arrives.
[ So the goose has stolen someone from you, because of course it has. But as it flees -- plundered goods firmly clutched in its beak -- it doesn't run the meandering path that would be expected of a wild animal. And instead, it seems to make a beeline for ... a person?
Vangeance is standing by the street as he gazes over the landscape, trying to commit it to memory, and lets out a mildly startled 'oh' when the goose knocks into his legs. It's cleverly chosen to hide itself in the voluminous drape of his cloak. ]
Have you come back ... ?
[ He glances down at the lump of goose honking in his cloak, then looks up at the poor victim who's come chasing after the goose. To be honest, the goose probably just came to Vangeance because he fed it a snack earlier, but ... to a stranger it sure looks like he ordered the goose to steal stuff for him, doesn't it? ]
iv. wildcard
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william vangeance | black clover
[ You're probably minding your own business, expecting today to be like any other day, and you exit your house, and ... there's a tree in the street. A tree you're definitely sure wasn't here yesterday. And not a small one, either. It's the sort of sturdy tree that would take at least a few decades to grow from a sapling, and it's just ... here. Healthy and green and very much in your way.
If you let your eyes follow up the tree's trunk, into the lush foliage where a few birds are flitting around, there's a spot of red fluttering around. A cloak? Or -- oh, it's a person. That's definitely a person standing on a branch that's a good fifteen, twenty feet off the ground.
That's dangerous, isn't it? Maybe you'd like to say something?
Or maybe you'd like to know who the hell put this tree here, and what better person to ask than the guy who's apparently enjoying the view from atop it? ]
ii. braving the trail
[ Sure, why not. He likes the woods, he can hear birds chirping, and he's trying to get a better idea of what this place is like. So Vangeance decides to brave the trail -- though he's also way too familiar with magic to take that written warning lightly.
He can be found making his way along the trail at a brisk but unhurried pace ... but notably, tree roots and vines seem to sprout and bloom around his feet. They line either sided of the path before him, leaving enough room for him to walk, but wither away after he passes, leaving behind only a few wispy leaves on the ground. A few birds land to study these vines curiously, always flitting away before long, but it must make for a rather surreal sight. Especially since Vangeance has an open book floating beside him as he walks, its pages glowing faintly. ]
iii. it arrives.
[ So the goose has stolen someone from you, because of course it has. But as it flees -- plundered goods firmly clutched in its beak -- it doesn't run the meandering path that would be expected of a wild animal. And instead, it seems to make a beeline for ... a person?
Vangeance is standing by the street as he gazes over the landscape, trying to commit it to memory, and lets out a mildly startled 'oh' when the goose knocks into his legs. It's cleverly chosen to hide itself in the voluminous drape of his cloak. ]
Have you come back ... ?
[ He glances down at the lump of goose honking in his cloak, then looks up at the poor victim who's come chasing after the goose. To be honest, the goose probably just came to Vangeance because he fed it a snack earlier, but ... to a stranger it sure looks like he ordered the goose to steal stuff for him, doesn't it? ]
iv. wildcard
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