...couldn't an apothecary simply concoct something to combat it? I know many kinds of plants that cause irritation, but few have no remedy.
[That's generally how it works. Even if the plant is brand new to the area...well, whatever science does. She's no medicine woman, she's a soldier. She doesn't ask how it works, she just follows potion recipes to alcehemize them.]
Probably, but I'm no herbalist. And you certainly don't look like one. It's not like I can just fly out of here and shake down every nerd for medical knowledge.
[ She's itching now. But don't worry, if it persists for more than four hours she'll make sure to see a doctor. Besides: ]
But as long as I'm fighting, I can distract myself from it, so let's find something worth burning.
Unfortunately it becomes harder and harder to actually follow these vines, as more and more layer over each other until they're totally and utterly impossible to track. It's just a bundle of writhing vines with no clear start or end.
She idly cuts one in half that's approaching her, but she's mostly just disappointed.]
...I'd hoped we'd get a bit further before this happened. [A sigh.] We'll have to be careful about which ones we destroy and--
[ It's like a labyrinth. One that slowly changes and grows as they walk deeper in.
A great revolutionary labyrinth slowku as it were. ]
Don't worry, I wouldn't set fire to a place like this, not while there's perfectly combustible material in every direction. I don't want to burn to death again.
[ It was easier when she stood on one side of the battlefield and all the greenery was on the other. She could just let loose with her magic flamethrower. But now, lost as they are, it's a different story altogether. ]
You wouldn't happen to have a holy sword of some kind that can punch a hole right through these vines to the other side or something like that, would you?
The world's shiniest holy sword for the world's second most insufferable woman. From where I come from, it's impossible not to recognise Excalibur.
[ Every Servant, everyone who seeks the Holy Grail, recognises Excalibur on sight. It almost seems absurd to try and explain what it is more than she already has, so Jeanne leaves it at that. ]
But if your spear can shoot a beam, it's probably all the same.
[ Now is probably not a good time to bring up Rhongomyniad.
But if her spear does work like Rhongomyniad, then it really is best to take a step back. Wouldn't want to get caught up in that blast. ]
[SOME OF US can't fire a beam, but at least we aren't sabers. No, what Gwen has is a spear so absurdly sharp it defies all logic and reason; she remains in stance for a moment, eyes closed, concentration growing, then suddenly unleashes a single sharp slash of her spear in front of her.]
Hah!
[...
.....
.......
After a delay, the vines are suddenly torn apart in a violent torrent of shredded greenery. But before they've even hit the ground, Gwendolyn leaps out of the way and yells over to Jeanne.]
Quickly, burn them!
[Before the sap gets everywhere...they'll be in trouble otherwise.]
[ Did this bitch just somehow manage to shred the vines with only one thrust? Of all the physics defying shenanigans... Maybe it's a spear that shoots more spears?
But she doesn't have much time to attempt to figure the logic behind her attack, cool though it is, as she launches a torrent of flame from her palm at the fallen vines. ]
I told you setting a fire in here is dangerous, didn't I?!
[ She has to control her output here, carefully making sure it doesn't spread to the rest of the plants in case she ends up setting those on fire while they're still surrounded by them.
Of all the ways for Jeanne d'Arc to die, burning to death again is rather low on her list of preferred ways, so just this time she'd rather risk exposing herself to a bit of nasty goop. ]
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Date: 2019-03-31 10:42 pm (UTC)...couldn't an apothecary simply concoct something to combat it? I know many kinds of plants that cause irritation, but few have no remedy.
[That's generally how it works. Even if the plant is brand new to the area...well, whatever science does. She's no medicine woman, she's a soldier. She doesn't ask how it works, she just follows potion recipes to alcehemize them.]
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Date: 2019-04-01 04:23 pm (UTC)[ She's itching now. But don't worry, if it persists for more than four hours she'll make sure to see a doctor. Besides: ]
But as long as I'm fighting, I can distract myself from it, so let's find something worth burning.
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Date: 2019-04-03 11:23 pm (UTC)Unfortunately it becomes harder and harder to actually follow these vines, as more and more layer over each other until they're totally and utterly impossible to track. It's just a bundle of writhing vines with no clear start or end.
She idly cuts one in half that's approaching her, but she's mostly just disappointed.]
...I'd hoped we'd get a bit further before this happened. [A sigh.] We'll have to be careful about which ones we destroy and--
[Don't just burn everything.]
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Date: 2019-04-04 02:38 pm (UTC)A great revolutionary labyrinth slowku as it were.]Don't worry, I wouldn't set fire to a place like this, not while there's perfectly combustible material in every direction. I don't want to burn to death again.
[ It was easier when she stood on one side of the battlefield and all the greenery was on the other. She could just let loose with her magic flamethrower. But now, lost as they are, it's a different story altogether. ]
You wouldn't happen to have a holy sword of some kind that can punch a hole right through these vines to the other side or something like that, would you?
[ Just checking, bird artoria lancer. ]
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Date: 2019-04-05 10:13 pm (UTC)I take it that woman you mentioned possessed something like that.
[Please.........end this comparison.
But don't, actually.
In any case, she's readying gungnir instead because fuck excalibur she's here to prove spear superiority. Speariority, you might say.]
We won't need anything like that, regardless. My spear is more than enough.
Please stand back...[wait.]...miss...?
[What's this witch's name again?]
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Date: 2019-04-06 05:48 pm (UTC)[ Every Servant, everyone who seeks the Holy Grail, recognises Excalibur on sight. It almost seems absurd to try and explain what it is more than she already has, so Jeanne leaves it at that. ]
But if your spear can shoot a beam, it's probably all the same.
[ Now is probably not a good time to bring up Rhongomyniad.
But if her spear does work like Rhongomyniad, then it really is best to take a step back. Wouldn't want to get caught up in that blast. ]
If you must know, my name is Jeanne d'Arc Alter.
IM SORRY I WAS SURE...I REPLIED TO THIS
Date: 2019-04-11 08:13 pm (UTC)[SOME OF US can't fire a beam, but at least we aren't sabers. No, what Gwen has is a spear so absurdly sharp it defies all logic and reason; she remains in stance for a moment, eyes closed, concentration growing, then suddenly unleashes a single sharp slash of her spear in front of her.]
Hah!
[...
.....
.......
After a delay, the vines are suddenly torn apart in a violent torrent of shredded greenery. But before they've even hit the ground, Gwendolyn leaps out of the way and yells over to Jeanne.]
Quickly, burn them!
[Before the sap gets everywhere...they'll be in trouble otherwise.]
smh kiva
Date: 2019-04-13 02:39 am (UTC)But she doesn't have much time to attempt to figure the logic behind her attack, cool though it is, as she launches a torrent of flame from her palm at the fallen vines. ]
I told you setting a fire in here is dangerous, didn't I?!
[ She has to control her output here, carefully making sure it doesn't spread to the rest of the plants in case she ends up setting those on fire while they're still surrounded by them.
Of all the ways for Jeanne d'Arc to die, burning to death again is rather low on her list of preferred ways, so just this time she'd rather risk exposing herself to a bit of nasty goop. ]
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Date: 2019-04-13 10:41 pm (UTC)Mot that she's going to say anything.]
Gungnir will contain it, should you act overzealously. There's no reason to worry.
[She continues through the haze of flames, cutting the odd vine or two just to make a path forward.]
I couldn't risk you burning the trail, that's all.