She's A Restless Spirit On An Endless Flight

[steadypulse]

Who: Soldier: 76 & T'Challa
Which: Closed Log
Where: Within and around Town
What: Dreamboard Quest #1003 Witches by Moonlight; 76 and T'Challa run in to each other and end up taking up the quest of dealing with a few divebombing witch pranksters on the loose.
Warnings: Violence against paint dumping witches

Oh, he'd seen the post about it before he'd even gone in to the town that night. Wasn't it just another good distraction? Keep himself from growing restless, keeping along the rooftops for the most part, sticking to the shadows and aware of anything flying overhead. He'd seen darting shadows and heard the laughter from high, pressing against the roof to try and keep himself unseen.

Sights of fresh paint glittered from the street, still wet and it looked like something had been the target from the smears of paint walking away—

"Heads up and move!"

Even before the cackle could be heard, he'd spotted paint falling towards someone passing below.

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[galactichero]

With a nod, he heads out to locate the well, still trying to think of how to transport enough water. If the well had a bucket, it wouldn't be enough, and he couldn't even be sure there was enough water in the well in the first place.

[steadypulse]

There was a well, but no bucket with it- but by luck there seemed to be a water bump just a few feet away with a bucket. Worked well enough, even if a little rusted.

76 tried to keep himself from pacing as he was still rolling over thoughts; just what this could and couldn't meant for everyone in this world. Having to test could either meant Story Eater was seeing if its powers worked the same, or it had been weak until now to test them.

There was scratching at the door, finally moving to sit on his heels in front of the door, facing it as hands rested against thighs, "What are you even planning here." A world of dreams, made enough sense it was connected to a world of stories in some way at least. How others could find pieces of them 'awake' here as well.

[galactichero]

He was glad for the water pump, but as he was afraid of, the bucket didn't seem large enough to take care of all the witches. Still, he couldn't dwell on that now, as he worked the pump to fill the bucket.

Returning was a bit slow, as he made sure not to spill any of the water. As he approached 76, though, he couldn't help commenting, "This might not go as smoothly as we'd hoped."

[steadypulse]

His head lifted a bit, eyes scanning over the bucket and then T'Challa himself, pushing himself up to stand- "Slosh it over the floor and their feet. Might be the best bet, and at worse it might keep them stuck in place long enough for me to get this going."

Shoulders were already rolling, working himself a little loose, getting rid f built up tension as he moved to take a hold of the door knob—

"Won't be pretty, but let me know when you're ready for me to get this door open."

[galactichero]

He nodded, taking a moment to put his helmet back on just in case things didn't go right.

Then, once he prepared the bucket to throw the water, he said, "Let's go."

[steadypulse]

A nod, and at the ready, well-

76 yanked the door open, and for better or worse the witches fell on top of one another as if all of them had been putting their full weight against the door in their escape attempts. "Before they can get up!" Perhaps easier to even make best use of the amount of water T'Challa was able to collect.