『 Questionable Plants 』(Job w/ Mateus}

Guns and Songs and Arcane Magics

Singing filled the air as a redhead walked out of her house wearing a blue-grey plaid crop tube top and a pair of matching pants. Slouched onto her elbows was the similarly matching jacket. Her black heels clicked on the ground as she made her way over towards the job board in the Grand Hall of Legends. Desirée was currently busy doing something else, and her older sister banned her from bothering the guild mistress. She yanked the closest paper off of the board and skimmed it over, tilting her head some. She pulled out her blue iLac and sent a text to the group chat she had with her sister and youngest sibling before looking around the grand hall.

Should she ask if another wanted to join her in this adventure? It didn’t hurt to have an extra pair of hands anyways, especially since she had no intention of dirtying her own hands. She smirks as she looks at her perfectly manicured black nails, and then lets out a melodious whistle, using her Sound Dragon Slayer abilities to get the attention of anyone nearby. “Hello~ Would anyone care to join me and my siblings in picking weeds? Literally. Someone needs assistance getting rid of them, and it seems like a rather big job.” She giggles ever so sweetly as she puts a hand to her cheek.

While she’s doing that, a couple more red haired people were walking towards the grand hall as well. The bigger one had a high ponytail and wore a black bikini top with red flames on it with a pair of short shorts and mid calf white boots. The other had short hair to their chin and wore a white halter top that covered their chest with a black, high waisted pleated skirt and a pair of black platform boots. The shorter one was holding their hands out in front of them and wiggling their fingers and hands about, in which the taller one was snickering. “Yeah, lets see what plant job Blair found, Mysie. Maybe it’ll be useful.” She shrugs her shoulders as they made it to the Grand Hall of Legends where their sibling was at.

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|| Jamie - #a4a2a3 || Blair - #7cc6e4 || Mysie - #8ae47c ||
Tag: @Mateus
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Guns and Songs and Arcane Magics

As this little thing came up towards the group, Blair’s emerald green eyes lit up with excitement! She instantly got next to the girl and wrapped her arm around her neck. “Welcome aboard, Lyra~ You’ll help us wonderfully!” She giggles ever so sweetly. Jamie takes a deep breath and walks forward to remove Blair’s arm from the woman’s neck. “Sorry about her…” She grumbles a bit. She holds Blair’s hands by their wrists above their head and pulls her back some, obviously to some protests from the singer. Jamie grabs the paper out of Blair’s hands and begins to read it. She then takes a deep breath. “I’m Jamie, this loudmouth is Blair, and this is Mysie.” She introduces as she points to each of them. Blair sticks her tongue out at Jamie as she calls her a loudmouth, earning a giggle from Mysie.

“Huh… we should start heading to Beanstalk Village. An herbalist needs help with a plant that stings people like creatures sometimes do… We need to remove the plant and get a sample for the herbalist. Mysie?” With that, Mysie opens up a book and a magic circle is released under the group as they mouthed words quietly. They were beginning the spell. “If you insist on joining us, I suggest holding my hand.” The older redhead held her hand out as she let go of her younger sister's hand and used it to touch Mysie’s shoulder. Blair touched her sisters shoulder.

When everyone was ready, the spell was completely activated and suddenly the group was teleported to the outskirts of Beanstalk Village. Jamie put her hands on her hips as she lets go of Mysie and Lyra while Blair lets go of her big sister. Jamie looked around and puffed a cheek up. “I think Mysie might be the most helpful here? Her eyes went to Lyra. What is your magic? I use guns, Blair has… magic voice? Sound Dragon Slayer, whatever you wish to call it. And Mysie uses Arcane magics.”

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Tag: @Lyra Karant
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Lyra Karant

Flowers In Bloom

"It's nice to meet you all," Lyra offered with a smile, before being offered a hand - without any hesitation, the pink mage took Jamie's outstretched fingers and found herself caught up in the swirling miasma of magic that consumed them all. But just like that, here they were at the outer edges of Beanstalk Village. The fact that they could employ transportation magicks like that was an absolute godsend for their work. When you could find yourself travelling the outer edges of the world, then there was no way that anyone could possibly deny the usefulness of transportation abilities such as that. Lyra had no such proclivities towards those abilities, so the appreciation that she felt in its use could not be understated.

Shaking off the disorientation that she felt rising through her body at crossing space and time, Lyra looked to her companions who were now asking questions of her abilities. Which, really, were entirely valid questions."Me? I'm a fire and wind slayer," Lyra said by way of explanation, contemplating her words carefully. She had no reason to hdie any of this, and frankly there was no point hiding one's abilities from allies. Those allies could do considerably more with that knowledge and, as Lyra knew full well, she could help the people around her very effectively. "I'm, uh. Not a very strong fighter, but I can support allies very well."

Which was true. Remember that one time that we sort of got lost in the timeline and everything got a little messy and now here we are? Yep, welcome to that particular period of time. We are now experiencing some turbulence; buckle up for the ride of your life because we're just going to make some slight tweaks to the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff and sort it all out before you even notice. Congratulations! Problem solved! You won't even notice as the timeline slaps itself back together into some sort of semblance of working order.

Right. Enough distracting shenanigans. Time to take stock of the situation.

Lyra's emerald eyes cast around to where they had ended up, trying to build for herself a mental picture of everything that was around them. Namesake being given, the beanstalk that sprouted from the centre of the village could be seen visibly through what appeared to be the boughs of mangrove trees. The top of said monstrosity spiralled so high that it pierced the heavens, and the buildings built into the trees and forest floor around them echoed the sentiment that the tree was incredibly important to the lifeblood of the village. What was otherwise around them-- vines, wetlands, the works-- indicated that this place was an interesting mix of humid swamp and livable township. Those who had chosen to live here were certainly ekeing out existence in a most interesting place. As far out as they were, the village was visible but they would be thus far undisturbed by its residents.

Most curiously, however, were a quartet of purple plants that were sprouting up from the dirt near their feet; these flowers, though short and stubby, bore three wide purple leaves each, whose outer edges appeared serrated, for lack of a better word. Small spines ran along their edges, and the flowers gave off a curious whiff of a combination of lavender and thyme even at this distance; the scent was alluring, if not at the least very interesting. Lyra took a few steps towards them and knelt down, knee brushing the dirt as she investigated the flowering blossom. Brushing a finger over the flat of the leaf for barely a moment, Lyra felt her finger prickle sharply; in that moment she pulled her hand away and scowled at the plant. It had, in that instant, drawn blood. This thing was prickly, even where it did not appear that it should be so.

A moment later and the blessing of fire cauterized the wound, the wind's healing salve following it moments later. Efficiency was the key here, and Lyra knew that her magic would at least come in handy if they decided to touch the plant again.

"Well, I suppose we found it," Lyra said. "Likely best if we do not touch it."

Unbeknownst to the group, high up in the boughs of a faraway mangrove tree, a man watched on with interest as the four girls took their first look at the plants. He would not move, not comment, barely even breathe - but he watched all of this with bated breath. What they did next would be the absolutely most interesting thing to him in the world in that moment.

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Guns and Songs and Arcane Magics

As Lyra informed the oldest of the Faulkners of the magic they did, and included that they were a supporter, Jamie nodded while thinking a bit. How exactly do they get a supporter to help in this case…? Besides heal, she supposed. Mysie seemed to follow a bit as Lyra went to investigate the strange plants that were about the place. Mysie reached their hand over after Lyra got cut by one and looked at their hand a moment, as if analyzing it as they turned it to see how it looked. After a moment, Lyra’s hand was dropped and Mysie brought out their book again. If one looked, there was a leash on the book, allowing it to stay on their hip when not in use. Honestly quite handy.

Mysie stood up and held out their hand after getting to a specific page. A glass bottle was created as well as four pairs of gloves, and four sets of gardening tools. The gloves and tools floated towards everyone, half being tossed at them, but also letting them be grabbed too. Mysie held onto the bottle and pointed towards the plant that was just before them with their free hand after putting the book back on their hip before pointing at the bottle next.

“For the sample?” Jamie questions, making Mysie nod as they uncorked the bottle and held it towards a plant, wanting someone to grab it for them and put it in. Besides the gloves, everyone had garden trowels, garden forks, pruners, and a pair of tongs. Everything should be useful… even temporarily.

Blair was honestly confused as she held onto the stuff. She held onto them before she walked forward wanting to see how much of this ‘work’ they’d have to do. As she did so, she managed to skim her leg on a purple plant. She let up a small shriek as she yanked her leg away and aimed that shriek at the plant, completely obliterating it from existence with the small crater she just created with her sound slayer magic.

A growl was made by Jamie as she quickly grabbed the collar of her younger sister's jacket and yanked her back to safety before summoning a medical kit pack. They yanked out a syringe and jabbed it into the leg of the singer before the effects of the plant could do anything. “Didn’t we just say not to touch?!” Mysie was standing there, looking unamused at their older sister that injured herself already.

“Can I just shriek the plants away?!”

“No! There are other animals and plants and probably beings as well! We have to be careful you nimrod!” Jamie shoved her fist into the top of Blair’s head, twisting it slightly as if to try and screw the right screw in or something. “Think sometimes!”

Blair was trying to look pitiful up at her sister after her head was hurt from her. “I was trying to be helpful…” She whines.

Jamie pinched the bridge of her nose before she looks to Lyra. “Can I get you to help watch this one? And heal her better if I did a bad job? Healing’s not my forte, though I know how.” She sighs rather deeply.

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|| Jamie - #a4a2a3 || Blair - #7cc6e4 || Mysie - #8ae47c ||
Tag: @Lyra Karant
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Lyra Karant

Flowers In Bloom

It was such an interesting thing for Lyra to be able to see what other people did with their time and their magic. She knew that everyone had such widely different abilities and sources of power, but the three sisters seemed to be entirely different in the way they operated. Mysie's conjuration from the pages of her grimoire told the story of an arcane witch that knew the strength of her ability - and that ability was well-welcomed at this point. Lyra reached out for the gardening tools offered to her, giving Mysie a smile as she did by way of thanks. She certainly seemed like she knew what she was doing.

As Lyra moved towards one of the plants to collect the sample as she was wordlessly bade to do, there was a break in the sky as Blair unleashed her power. The sudden yell that pierced the skies with its brazen power was something that needed to be heard to be believed-- and, suddenly, the raw, unbridled power of a sound dragon slayer was on full display. In some ways, Lyra had been pre-warned about this... but it still caught her entirely off-guard. Lyra's hands came to her ears to protect herself from that shriek, because by the goddess, that had been terrifyingly loud. Her hands came down and she exhaled, centering herself once more. Lyra knew never to cross Blair, in that moment, but she understood the reaction. These plants were really something.

However, watching Jamie suddenly at work being able to summon her own medical devices put a smile on Lyra's face. With their powers fully on display and so varied, they were a powerful team to be reckoned with. It was little wonder that they were guild aces; it made perfect sense to the rose quartz mage why that was the case.

"I can do that, Jamie. Not a problem," Lyra offered helpfully, before she took a few steps over towards Blair. "Sorry, Blair. I promise this won't hurt a bit. Let me take a look at this cut."

This was an interesting opportunity to get a quick look at the effects of the purple plant on human skin. Its sharp edges meant that it tore flesh rather well, which in incredibly extreme cases meant that the plant's wounds would require surgery to heal properly. However, with that being said, this was nowhere near that bad. As it stood, Lyra simply had to kneel down and examine everything that the wound had done to Blair before anything got worse. To Jamie's credit, she'd done a wonderful job of it - however, there was just a slight tinge of purple to the edge of the wound. Some form of toxin, perhaps? Whatever it was, this plant was deadly. Jamie had absolutely stalled the movement of the toxin in its tracks, which meant that the hard part was already done.

Closing her eyes for a moment and placing her hand over the worst of the cut, Lyra tapped into the power of her inner flames. Unlike most fire slayers, this was the power of the life-giving sun, of warmth and breath and new life; Lyra chose to use the potentially destructive element for its life sustaining properties instead of wanton destruction, as other people had so wonderfully demonstrated to her in her time as a mage. The warmth would be able to spread across the wound, accelerating the natural healing process a hundredfold, where the skin of Blair's leg could begin to knit itself back together, as if time unwound itself and the body simply undid the damage that had been done to it in reverse.

As soon as that finished, emerald eyes cast up to the red-haired woman, offering a smile. "Honestly, Jamie, you did a wonderful job. I don't know if you caught a glance at the edge of the wound, but it did something funny to Blair's skin. It looked like a very low-level purple toxin, but you stopped it dead in its tracks. Thank you. I wouldn't have stopped it anywhere nearly as quickly as you."

Given that she was already on the floor, it didn't take much for Lyra to scoot forward and start picking carefully away at one of the other purple plants to get Mysie's sample. The trowel bit into the dirt as Lyra dug around the roots, being incredibly careful with her gloves on even so as to not be pricked. It wouldn't do for her to have to heal herself after that particular tirade. Once the sample was in the glass vial, carefully placed by means of tongs, Lyra offered the plant a thought as she held it in her hand, studying the broad-leafed flora with keen eyes.

"Honestly, these plants are really suspicious. What place would a toxic, sharp-edged, bright purple plant have in the ecosystem? Even the more deadly plants are... normal-coloured," the rose quartz offered. "These can't be natural, surely?"

Guns and Songs and Arcane Magics

When Lyra accepted watching over Blair, the middle redheaded sister pouted as she glared towards Jamie. “I’m not a child you know!” She whines before she lets Lyra take a gander at her wound. As her leg was touched, Blair bit her bottom lip and watched as her cut warmed up on her, she was preparing it to hurt her. “It’s not gonna scar, is it?” She softly whined. When the pink haired girl was done, the singer looked at the spot and gasped at how it didn’t even seem to be there anymore.

Jamie looked over at Lyra and smiled at her a bit, but seemed a bit nervous about it. “It was nothing… I always have to be on my toes with these two and make sure that they don't get too injured from them being dumbasses.” Mysie huffed and glared towards their sister. Jamie just looked back to the youngest sibling. color=#a4a2a3]“Mysie. I love you, but you know I’m right.”[/color]

The short redhead continued to pout as they looked away, still waiting on someone to gather a sample of the plant. As they saw Lyra getting a sample, Mysie squatted down next to the pink haired woman and held the vial to her. Mysie had held up the purple flora with a bored expression on their face, but their eyes seemed to be studying it rather well. Lyra speaking up had Mysie pause in their own thinking before they put it down in an inner pocket on their jacket. They held up their hands after removing the gloves and began signing. Jamie was watching.

“Could be a means of survival, but out here in this simple forest is definitely not a place for these plants. They seem to need a more humid environment that would attract predators to their purple exterior to be tricked into poisoning them.” Jamie taps her chin as she finishes translating what her sibling was saying. Mysie looked around and took a deep breath. Their hands raised again as they continued to sign. “These seem deliberately placed, maybe even altered in their makeup to survive in a normal forest. Regardless, we need to get to removing the rest of the plants here for the safety of the village. Lyra, can you burn the plants that we remove if we put them in a place for a fire? And come on Jamie, get your ass to work, yours too Blair.” Jamie pinched the bridge of her nose before she shoved her hands into the gloves. “You better work too, you twit.”

Mysie was giggling to their older sister as they shrugged, holding up their gloves and put them on before starting to work on gathering some rocks. They took them a short distance away from the plants and trees to not have anything potentially catch on fire. Even if Lyra couldn’t do it, Mysie knew how to create enough fire, but they didn’t want to use it yet in case it was too much. Mysie even gathered a few nearby sticks that weren’t near the purple leaved plants.

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Tag: @Lyra Karant
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Lyra Karant

Flowers In Bloom

”No, Blair, it shouldn’t scar at all,” Lyra commented in return to the simple question asked of her. However, once the wound was gone, Lyra was entirely satisfied with her work. The healing magic had done precisely what she had anticipated it would do, and now that she deemed it sufficient, she flashed Blair a smile and stood up. It was good enough for her.

It was then a good opportunity to see how the three sisters interacted with each other. Lyra took a moment to just listen and be present in the moment, where she could understand exactly how they saw each other; Jamie, the eldest, was certainly the mother hen, Mysie, the youngest, the obvious troublemaker of the group who knew the limits of their intelligence and pushed those boundaries routinely; and Blair, a little prissy, but outgoing and bubbly. Together they formed the three corners of a perfect equilateral triangle. Whatever weaknesses one had, the other two could very easily cover. It was kind of adorable and refreshing to see, honestly. Lyra didn’t have any siblings of her own so she absolutely could not relate to this kind of thing and, really, it was such a different experience that she didn’t know how to come to understand it in the first place. It was just… nice. That was a good way of saying it. Nice, because it seemed sweet and kind and wholesome and caring, even if there were some friendly barbs thrown into it.

Moments later, Mysie proved why they were incredibly talented and intelligent with their deep lore knowledge of many things, for which Lyra was suddenly grateful to have; this kind of knowledge meant that the four of them would be able to function and investigate the flora that was before them. Fortunately, Jamie was on hand to translate sign language; Lyra didn’t know any at all and, really, the fact that Mysie was a mute was an interesting change of pace. She didn’t know anyone else who communicated in such a way and, as a way of thanking Mysie for their hard work, the rose quartz mage decided that she needed to file that knowledge in the back of her head for later on.

At this point, Lyra moved away from the group in order to make some fire at the location where the team had begun placing the plants that had been extracted from the ground. From there, Lyra knelt down and looked down at her fingers; between them, she was already weaving strands of fire back and forth between her digits, getting used to manipulating small amounts of flame for the sake of her allies. In this case, as the flame danced about her hand, it danced its way onto the growing stack of plants and began to singe and burn the organic material. One strand became two, two became four, four became eight, and as they began to weave their octagonal path through the growing pile of purple plants, they began to burn. The stench was acrid, a tangy, sickly sweet thing, which made her eyes water as the perfumed smoke reached her eyes; it was definitely not a normal plant by any stretch of the imagination. While Lyra knelt beside the pile to ensure they burned properly, she cast a glance over her shoulder to see if there were any more about the area. If her eyes did not deceive her, there were a few small clumps of them, where they seemed like they were growing in small clusters.

A deep breath crossed the rose mage’s lips before she stood up again, satisfied that the plants were burning but the flames would also sustain themselves without spreading too much when more fuel was added to the fire. It would not do for them to go unattended, as fire safety was a very real thing as far as she was concerned. Lyra finally looked to Blair, Jamie and Mysie, curious.

”Someone had to have put these here for sure. Can anyone tell anything here out of the ordinary?” she asked.

In the meantime, those eyes that had been following them earlier decided that it was time for them to make a move. These meddling girls were now coming ever closer to finding the truth of the plants, though one of them had been stupid enough to get themselves hurt on it. What a shame the plant had failed to do its job and incapacitate the unfortunate little victim before its true purpose could be revealed. That being said, it was now time to make an exit, before they were discovered.

The man, surrounded by a black cloak to blend in with the shadows, turned tail and began to make his way up one of the trees so that he could use the canopy’s thick branches to escape. With his own arboreal magic, he could certainly support himself as he made his escape, and it was highly unlikely that they’d notice his egress from the area before it was too late. At the very least, the information on the plants that he had gathered would be useful later on if things came to a head and the plan had to be accelerated earlier than anticipated.

But he didn’t count on making as much noise in the treetops as he did.