[open] as he climbs he dares to deliver the master stroke

[mollymocked]

Who: Mollymauk Tealeaf and whoever wants to join his shenanigans
When: Throughout March
Where: Various places
What: Influence threads!
Warnings: Self-harm if any threads get combative. I will warn accordingly.




a. baby light my fire

[So he's the wizard and the cleric now.

Molly doesn't enjoy doing things for free, even if he's one of the most generous persons around. There's a difference between throwing gold and silver at someone and then skipping off, and being asked (and a little bit expected to help with things for free, but he did agree to take up this bloody Jewel, and he supposes he should make good on an unspecified promise.

The heating spells are easy enough, as are the witchlights, which Molly has been inclined to play with to entertain the frightened and cold children. What he didn't expect was that due to a tiefling's natural body temperature, he is also a space heater in himself.

So there you are, minding your own business, checking on all these homes without power to see if anyone needs anything, and you find (1) tiefling in the dim light of the main room of a home with a pile of children using him as a pillow and the most unhappy look on his face. He mouths "help" very plaintively.]


b. shock it to me

[Molly has obtained more jobs in Draega than he has made up lies about his backstory and that's saying something. Admittedly, he took this one out of curiosity (Jon is that you??) and the hope for a possible fight, because between all of these odd jobs and stopping fires, he needs to do something with his restless hunter energy.

He's not a very smart person on a good day so giving someone who only seems to grasp Craft by accident a complicated task is a bad idea, but he is one hundred percent sure he has it down. Or at least assumes the person he's been partnered with does.]

Was it just me or did it seem like that Councilman could have explained this better? [He rubs his fingers together and then, very pointedly, presses his finger to the back of his partner's neck.

bzzt goes the tiny shock, because he just had to.]


c. dark knights

[Now this is about... half Molly's speed. Still a little more than he really wanted to be involved with, but the Council doing nothing rubs him raw and he's willing to help to be contrary at this point. If Fayura wasn't in a complicated position, she'd probably be fine with it.

Molly's set himself up on a corner, keeping an eye on people as they pass, his cards laid out in front of him as he tries to catch the eye of any passers-by, inviting them to have their fortunes told. Of course, it's all a distraction. The second he notices anything suspicious, he'll be on the prowl again, but for now hey evening Tarot readings.]

Comments

[championbittersweet]

[Jonathan watches the transfer of strange power curiously, partially wondering how this 'magic' can be scientifically explained, the rest of his mind considering Mollymauk's question.]

No. [He sighs a bit, resigned to the truth of the matter.] When I am hungry - truly hungry and not the constant sense of it that I have - little can stop me if I lose control or give in.

[Movement of a creature nearby catches his attention and Jonathan focuses on the animal briefly to ensure it's meant to be here, and finds himself momentarily distracted by the regular thump of a pulse before his eyes. He drags his eyes away enough to focus on Molly again, although his gaze lingers on the other man's throat.]

I would need something more... detrimental.

[mollymocked]

[Molly catches that as he turns, double takes, and then snaps his fingers in Jonathan's face to draw attention away from his throat. That's all he does- no scolding, no verbal condescension. Just a sharp reminder to focus before he goes to the next section of the fence.] Detrimental like the radiance? I remember you didn't like the... glowing shite on my sword when we first met.

[championbittersweet]

[He winces a bit at the snap of fingers and drops his gaze apologetically. Although he's oddly grateful that Mollymauk doesn't make that big a deal from his distraction. Just a reminder to keep focused and nothing more.]

Is that what you call it? Radiance? [It had certainly been that, that much Jonathan was sure.] It burned like the sun. Flames, sunlight... they hurt a great deal and cannot be recovered from easily.

[mollymocked]

That's good to know. I'll be sure to keep it just to the ice if we get into another scuffle. Literal friendly fire is just rude. [He nods towards the next section of fence.] Well? What d'you think? Wanna give it a go? Your Jewel's darker than mine. You might have beginner's luck.

[championbittersweet]

I appreciate it, although hopefully we won't end up in the kind of situation where it's necessary.

[At the offer, Jonathan frowns, still not entirely certain about the 'magic' aspect of his jewel. It's one thing to see others using it, but another to do so himself.

But he cannot just ignore it either so, after a moment's thought, he holds out his hand to Mollymauk and tries to focus on the feeling of power in his hand.]

...just thinking of electricity seems so...

[Then there's a flicker of a spark and Jonathan jerks in surprise.]

Well.

[mollymocked]

[Molly giggles at the sudden spark.] I was just thinking of storms. Lightning striking trees and things.

[Which leads to thinking of Yasha and oh gods does his heart hurt to think of her, but he's kept his focus on the fact that Fayura's promise means that she'll be safe and the people who took her will suffer. There's barely a flicker of pain that crosses his face before he's back to indulgent smugness.] I don't think a lightning-struck fence is as lucky as a lightning-struck tree, but it's something. Lucky for the farmers I guess.