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songerein2022-10-09 03:37 pm
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Who: Stolas and You!
Which: Open Log
Where: Various locations depending on prompt.
What: Stolas is going to be venturing around town. A general October catch-all for Daddy Hoothoot.
Warnings: Nothing really to put here. Other than Stolas is a demon from Hell, but only warning is possible sea of Dad Jokes.
1-A ☆ Bookworm
It was a perfect crisp autumn afternoon and the vibrant colors of the changing leaves was a pleasant sight from within the small walls of the greenhouse. Those passing by The Archives on their way to do their daily tasks could see that there was a new face that graced the library. A rather large owl-like Goetic Demon was hard to miss. Sitting at one of the "medium" sized tables, it still looked like a child's desk in comparison to his tall and slender stature. As usual, the prince looked unbothered by how much of the world around him didn't conform to his body proportions. He was engrossed with the stack of books that were neatly placed around him as he scribbled into a blank leather bound tome of his own.
One by one, with a flick of his talons bluish purple magic entwined between his claws as a similar aura would surround the next book in the stack, levitating it to a cleared spot on the desk beside him. With a casual flick of his finger, the pages turned on their own accord until something caught the demon's eye and the flutter of pages would pause long enough for the owl the scrawl in his journal. Once the books provided no more useful information, Stolas would simply wave with a glow of his hand to send the book floating carefully back to its home on the shelves. On and on this process would repeat, with the graceful dance of drifting books and the glimmer of magic.
1-B ☆ Map the Stars
The night was still with the pleasant hum of Reverein's nocturnal wildlife in the air. Under the boughs of one of the elegant trees that lined the silent banks of the large lake deep within the forest sat Stolas. Knees buckled into his chest to prop a journal in his lap, his red eyes turned skyward. There wasn't an air of concern about what local fauna could be lurking in the dark. The Goetia was enjoying the peaceful scenery as moonlight glittered in the ripples. A part of him couldn't help but wish his daughter could see this. That he could share it with... Never mind. He pushed that thought away.
Bathed in the glow of the two moons, it was bright enough to illuminate the page before him. To those with a keen eye could see the contents of his notebook. It appeared to be a circular grid in which he was studiously drawing on. A map of some kind?
2-A ☆ Cursed Candies
The Goetic Prince sure did love his fair share of festivities~ Ones that weren't made at his dispense, that is. The locals around Reverein were getting the owl into the holiday spirit with all their little parties that seem to be sprouting all over. And besides, who doesn't love a costume change or two? Certainly this daddy diva did~ Dressed like a swash-buckling pirate complete with two eyepatches to cover his secondary eye over his forehead was Stolas, enter mingling with the small cluster of fae that flooded the street. Towering over the flock of colorfully dressed fae was probably a sight to see. But Stolas appeared to be enjoying himself regardless. Who wouldn't be with the gifts of free candy? Pocketing the sweets into a draw-string bag that one of the locals graciously provided, he occasionally would pop one into his mouth in between idle chit-chat.
Some had an... interesting after taste that left his tongue tingling. And the lingering urge to plunder some booty.
2-B ☆ Birds of a Feather
The sun was high and the corvids were cawing~ Seriously.. as of late, the number of crows the Goetic Prince had counted had nearly doubled over the past few days. Not that he minded this feathery invasion. Just... a curious observation. The demon chalked it up to being apart of the Halloween spirit. Only being here for a month, he had already grown used to its oddities.
Walking down one of the forested paths, Stolas carried a small basket filled with quills and parchment as he heads back towards the library again. However, along the way he stumbled upon a murder of crows. Normally he wouldn't spare a second glance but something caught his keen eyes. A glimmer. Clutched in the bill of the shale black bird was a marble? No. It was one of those strange baubles that appeared by his bedside. Why in Hell would it have one of those? A kind deliverer? Or a thief? Looking at the rest of the flock he realized they all had something glittering in their beaks. But before he could take a closer look, the biggest of the group gave Stolas a throaty kraa singling the clan to take to the sky. Curious, the owl followed.
The air around him cooled as he could hear the whisper of water over rocks. He could tell the river was close as the birds descended back into the trees. Was their nest nearby?
3-A ☆ Wild Card
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Which: Open Log
Where: Various locations depending on prompt.
What: Stolas is going to be venturing around town. A general October catch-all for Daddy Hoothoot.
Warnings: Nothing really to put here. Other than Stolas is a demon from Hell, but only warning is possible sea of Dad Jokes.
1-A ☆ Bookworm
It was a perfect crisp autumn afternoon and the vibrant colors of the changing leaves was a pleasant sight from within the small walls of the greenhouse. Those passing by The Archives on their way to do their daily tasks could see that there was a new face that graced the library. A rather large owl-like Goetic Demon was hard to miss. Sitting at one of the "medium" sized tables, it still looked like a child's desk in comparison to his tall and slender stature. As usual, the prince looked unbothered by how much of the world around him didn't conform to his body proportions. He was engrossed with the stack of books that were neatly placed around him as he scribbled into a blank leather bound tome of his own.
One by one, with a flick of his talons bluish purple magic entwined between his claws as a similar aura would surround the next book in the stack, levitating it to a cleared spot on the desk beside him. With a casual flick of his finger, the pages turned on their own accord until something caught the demon's eye and the flutter of pages would pause long enough for the owl the scrawl in his journal. Once the books provided no more useful information, Stolas would simply wave with a glow of his hand to send the book floating carefully back to its home on the shelves. On and on this process would repeat, with the graceful dance of drifting books and the glimmer of magic.
1-B ☆ Map the Stars
The night was still with the pleasant hum of Reverein's nocturnal wildlife in the air. Under the boughs of one of the elegant trees that lined the silent banks of the large lake deep within the forest sat Stolas. Knees buckled into his chest to prop a journal in his lap, his red eyes turned skyward. There wasn't an air of concern about what local fauna could be lurking in the dark. The Goetia was enjoying the peaceful scenery as moonlight glittered in the ripples. A part of him couldn't help but wish his daughter could see this. That he could share it with... Never mind. He pushed that thought away.
Bathed in the glow of the two moons, it was bright enough to illuminate the page before him. To those with a keen eye could see the contents of his notebook. It appeared to be a circular grid in which he was studiously drawing on. A map of some kind?
2-A ☆ Cursed Candies
The Goetic Prince sure did love his fair share of festivities~ Ones that weren't made at his dispense, that is. The locals around Reverein were getting the owl into the holiday spirit with all their little parties that seem to be sprouting all over. And besides, who doesn't love a costume change or two? Certainly this daddy diva did~ Dressed like a swash-buckling pirate complete with two eyepatches to cover his secondary eye over his forehead was Stolas, enter mingling with the small cluster of fae that flooded the street. Towering over the flock of colorfully dressed fae was probably a sight to see. But Stolas appeared to be enjoying himself regardless. Who wouldn't be with the gifts of free candy? Pocketing the sweets into a draw-string bag that one of the locals graciously provided, he occasionally would pop one into his mouth in between idle chit-chat.
Some had an... interesting after taste that left his tongue tingling. And the lingering urge to plunder some booty.
2-B ☆ Birds of a Feather
The sun was high and the corvids were cawing~ Seriously.. as of late, the number of crows the Goetic Prince had counted had nearly doubled over the past few days. Not that he minded this feathery invasion. Just... a curious observation. The demon chalked it up to being apart of the Halloween spirit. Only being here for a month, he had already grown used to its oddities.
Walking down one of the forested paths, Stolas carried a small basket filled with quills and parchment as he heads back towards the library again. However, along the way he stumbled upon a murder of crows. Normally he wouldn't spare a second glance but something caught his keen eyes. A glimmer. Clutched in the bill of the shale black bird was a marble? No. It was one of those strange baubles that appeared by his bedside. Why in Hell would it have one of those? A kind deliverer? Or a thief? Looking at the rest of the flock he realized they all had something glittering in their beaks. But before he could take a closer look, the biggest of the group gave Stolas a throaty kraa singling the clan to take to the sky. Curious, the owl followed.
The air around him cooled as he could hear the whisper of water over rocks. He could tell the river was close as the birds descended back into the trees. Was their nest nearby?
3-A ☆ Wild Card
Anything else you want to do with Stolas? Feel free to reach out to me at
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She began to pick up her fallen books, one by one.
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"A simple parlor trick." The blue aura faded from his hand and he placed it back on the table. "What are you doing here? Coming to study as well?"
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She bumped her heels together, nodding. "Yup! I can't let my grades or my mind slip while I'm here, so I study every night! I've got to make sure I get an hour of homework done before bedtime."
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"Who would be giving you homework in this place? Your parents?"
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Sure, she didn't have actual evidence of this being possible, but better safe than sorry!
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"How diligent of you." Stolas offered her a smile. "You do bring up a good point of when we 'wake up'. Best to take no chances."
Blue magic swirled around his claws again as a chair next to him was pulled out.
"Care to join me?"
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"Sure! I'm a great study buddy!" She happily came to his table, gently putting her books down and climbing into the seat. "First I start off with advanced math and algebra. I break those numbers up and don't show them any mercy!"
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Pushing those thoughts away, he refocused on the human child. "You do this every night? I'm sure your parents must be so proud. How long have you been here?"
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Six months without mom, dad, or any of her best friends.
She swallowed thickly, trying not to let that overwhelm her. "But, u-um, time really flies in dreams!"
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"I-I'm sorry, Miss Mei. I didn't mean to bring up a sensitive subject." His hands lowered into his lap. "You know... I left behind a daughter. It's only been a month but I feel like a piece of me is missing. You're.... a remarkable young lady. So strong for someone so young."
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"Does that make her a princess?" What comes to mind is fluffy dresses, tiaras, pretty jewels... pretty much everything his daughter was not all about.
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Stolas' smiles fades slightly, eyes cast down to stare at the pages of his new grimoire. Octavia has always been in his thoughts since arriving but speaking about it made all the feelings he was bottling up boil to the surface. "She isn't much older than you are now, I'm guessing. She just turned 17 this year."
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"Is she as awesome at magic as you are? I bet she is!"
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"Why yes, she has quite the knack for magic just like me. I have been teaching her so that one day I can pass the mantle to her."
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"That's just like me and my mom! She taught me everything about taking care of my family's temple, so I can do it when I'm older! ... If I don't become a member of Canadian parliament."
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"Sounds like you're close with your family. You must miss them terribly with you being here by yourself." The owl paused before turning his body to face her. "I know you don't know me very well but it brakes my heart seeing a child on their own. If there is anyway I could assist you while you're here, please don't hesitate to call upon me. I could also use the company."
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She slapped a hand to her chest. "Oh, you don't have to worry about me being on my own - I'm totally on top of it! I'm taking fighting lessons, and dreamotion lessons too!" She did a little fist-pump, trying to show off her 'bad moves'. "And living on my own is preparing for the hardships of adulthood! Why, I'm just a tiny adult already!"