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lostcarnival2017-08-22 09:17 pm
tacosgay) wrote in lostcarnival2017-08-22 09:17 pm
Entry tags:
magic lessons
Who: Taako and Marinette
When: Day 145
Where: The lake
What: Taako gives Marinette some beginning magic tips! Maybe some other stuff happens too.
Warnings: Taako's pottymouth, and, very potentially, spoilers for The Adventure Zone if you're not caught up to the end.
The last time Taako spent some time by the lake, it was dark; he hadn't really been able to take the time to properly appreciate how nice it is. (He was also talking to Foster, which has a way of distracting one from literally anything else happening nearby.) It's actually surprisingly nice for something apparently native to the carnival, though he quietly can't help but believe it's just been lifted from some other world the carnival's passed through.
Who steals a fucking lake? A fae would, that's who.
At any rate, he sits down on the warm stones beside the lake, kicking one idly to watch it roll down to the water. His Umbra Staff is set flat on the rocks beside him, his hair tied up into a thick, messy bun on top of his head to keep it off of him in the warm summer air. Marinette said she'd meet him here, and he doesn't have a whole lot else to do today.
He should get a fishing pole.
When: Day 145
Where: The lake
What: Taako gives Marinette some beginning magic tips! Maybe some other stuff happens too.
Warnings: Taako's pottymouth, and, very potentially, spoilers for The Adventure Zone if you're not caught up to the end.
The last time Taako spent some time by the lake, it was dark; he hadn't really been able to take the time to properly appreciate how nice it is. (He was also talking to Foster, which has a way of distracting one from literally anything else happening nearby.) It's actually surprisingly nice for something apparently native to the carnival, though he quietly can't help but believe it's just been lifted from some other world the carnival's passed through.
Who steals a fucking lake? A fae would, that's who.
At any rate, he sits down on the warm stones beside the lake, kicking one idly to watch it roll down to the water. His Umbra Staff is set flat on the rocks beside him, his hair tied up into a thick, messy bun on top of his head to keep it off of him in the warm summer air. Marinette said she'd meet him here, and he doesn't have a whole lot else to do today.
He should get a fishing pole.