hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dust to Dust

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dust to Dust event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 14th-17th
Warnings: A big ol' mess.

It starts off small: the wind picks up, particles of sand and dirt and dust begin to fill the air. You might not even notice at first, not until you have to wipe the dust off your windows to see outside. After all, it's been a long time since Hadriel has experienced weather, and it's never experienced a weather event not caused by the gods before.

But the gods aren't in charge of the weather now, and even if they could prevent this dust storm, they have way too many other things to do. So it's up to you to deal with it, and as the wind rises and the dust storm moves into the city, there'll be plenty to deal with.

Once the storm is at its peak, it'll be almost impossible to see outside - and it won't be safe to go wandering, either. Entirely besides falling and hurting yourself, if you aren't wrapped up well enough the particles in the air will abrade your skin. Love that sandpaper feel! Oh, and breathing? Yeah, better make sure your nose and mouth are covered, or else they'll be full of sand, too. Hope you've got some goggles stashed away to protect your eyes. Luckily, it won't last too long - 'cause you'll have plenty of cleaning to do once the storm is over.

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[This sucks.

This isn't the first time Taako's dealt in Absolute Sand Hell- living an entire year on a tropical island beach is gonna do that to you- but fuck, this is terrible. He's got the Umbra Staff open in front of him, channeling a wind spell around the sides, but it's mostly just redirecting it around him and it's damn terrible to walk through it, even if he was smart enough to put pants on.

Ugh, why didn't he ever learn bard teleportation shit. That should be next on dock.

He hears a voice, though, and tilts his head the direction of it, raising an eyebrow.]

I could say the same to you, buddy! I'm just trying to get the fuck out of here!

[Behind the big-ass umbrella it's difficult to see who is who, but it's not until the fashionably svelte figure shifts - thus affording Nate a glimpse of a familiar pointy hat - that he realizes who it is. The words that follow only affirm it.

Tugging his shemagh up further and squinting against the swirling grit, Nate makes his way against a massive gale and tries to get within arm's reach.]

Taako! [Jesus, what a mess.] It's me!

[Taako's like, desperately glad that his hat is affixed on by magic at this point, because otherwise it'd be long gone. He's wrapped up in tighter-fitting clothing, and the spell is directing it around him like he's parting the sea, but that doesn't mean he's going fast by any means.]

Wait, fuckin-- Nate?

[Ugh, how does he get him in here. Taako thinks for a second, directing the wind outward, but still probably hitting Nate with a gust full of sand before he's keeping the calmer middle zone around them both.]

What the hell are you doing here?

[Nate is inelegantly smacked in the face with a heavy dose of high-speed sand, lucky that he shut his eyes just in time to brace for the impact. He sways a little, uncomfortable but not terrible as far as statuses go, and uselessly dusts his hair as the gust of wind is directed elsewhere.]

I was trying to help people who got stuck out here.

[Hero complex, you know how it is.]

Lemme guess: you're stuck out here.

[Taako snorts, craning an eyebrow at him.]

I'd say you're more stuck than me, babe. I've at least got this goin'. You're just gettin' smacked around out here.

[But hey, what an excuse to get all close behind the Umbra Staff, hmm? He's still grinning that same wide, toothy grin he tends to have.]

Woulda just teleported if I, uh, had that kind of magic, but that's bard biz and also runs the risk of merging you with just a bunch of fuckin' sand. C'mon, we're almost back to horny house.

[Yes, he absolutely just said that one with a straight face.]

I've had worse.

[But Nate is already moving under the cover of the (frankly enormous) umbrella without Taako's prompting, absolutely positive that the elf will use the proximity as an excuse for getting familiar with his biceps again. If he can be sure of one thing in this world, it is that Taako's motives are by and large predictable.

He ducks his head, surprised by the sheer tensile strength of what should be a normal bad weather accessory.]

...sorry, did you say horny house?

[Oh, he is going to. Taako doesn't even waste time as Nate gets closer to slip a hand around his arm and press their shoulders together, still able to hold the umbrella with two hands. But y'know, up close and personal, ooh la la.]

Uh, yeah. Me, Merle and Mags? Tres horny boys? Tres horny house. Like, uh, there's more people that live there now so I guess it's like... I'unno, cinco horny house? I don't keep track.

[Horny House Is Eternal.]

Anyway, yeah, keep your head down, put some pressure into your walk, and I can at least keep all this mess out of your mouth.

[Another wink. ;3c]

[Yep, yeah, he could have called that this was going to happen. As with many Taako-related things Nate just accepts it for what it is, because it isn't going to change.He shuffles in for obvious sand-related reasons, but Taako can read into it however the Hell he wants to (and probably will).]

God, you just don't quit, do you.

[Nate wheezes a laugh, elbowing Taako's side.]

[Taako chuckles, making sure Nate can feel it in his chest as he nuzzles it close to his arm.]

Uh, I think what you mean to add there is 'and that's what I love about you', got it. C'mon. This spell's not a hard channel but it is, uh, a channel, you know? And chaboy got like fifteen more minutes on this one.

[He tugs him a bit to keep tromping through the sand.]

You got a compass or something? We should be going southish.

Event Log: Dust to Dust

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