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Jasper Quest Tracking

Week 1
-Sunny disposition (literally) scene 1
-Nameless feeling of loss (for the Miracle) scene 1
-Mortal Life theory proposing scene 1
-Emotion XP scene 1
-Miracle scene 2
-Mortal Life scene 2
-Emotion scene 2
-Sunny scene 2
-Shared Reaction scene 1
-Calling scene 1
-Shared Reaction scene 2
-Trust scene 2
Dulcinea Quest Tracking

Week 1



Week 2
-Science, faith, sorcery! scene 1
-In over your head 2nd point, scene 1
-Science chibi quest scene 1
-Hidden library scene 1
-3 XP responsibilty for Outside Stirs
Summary of character XP, Issue, and Token Tracking

Action XP Pool
9

Dulcinea
3 science quest xp
3 emotion xp
5 outside stirs
1 hidden library

Issues: 2 In Over Your Head (blue), 1 Calling (Purple)

Jasper
2 sun quest xp
2 mortal life
2 miracle
2 emotion

Issues: 1 Calling (purple), 1 Trust (Black)

Mila
2 under siege quest xp
2 art shop and garden
2 emotion

Issues: 1 Sickness (green), 1 Calling (purple)

Rinley
3 storytelling quest xp
1 adventure get
1 up to date
2 emotion

Issues: 2 Something to Deal with (silver)
Welcome to Chuubo's Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine The Glassmaker's Dragon! This is a setting exploring the lives of a few rather miraculous young people. It's a pastoral setting in which we'll be telling a story in vignettes checking in with them once or twice a week. There may be some crazy things that happen, but mostly it's a game about slice of life in a weird but calm world and the stories that these characters make for themselves.

It's set in Fortitude, primarily, which is a big fishing village with shops, craftspeople, and magical shrine families, perched on Big Lake, just at the edge of the Outside (of reality? who knows?).

Everyone will be posting their characters separately, but I'm also going to be using a few OOC posts to track some of the Chuubo's Mechanics over time to help everyone out.
Let me start by telling you a story. No, not the one about the glass-crafting. A different story, sort of. Two stories, actually, both about love.

Long ago, there was a craftswoman and she fell in love with a savant. You wouldn't think they'd have much in common, one so much in the act of making things to change the physical world, the other constantly buried in a book and thinking of high-minded ideas with her head soaring in the clouds. But they did fall in love. Maybe they're still in love. Some things happened though and one of them retreated to hide while the other one broke herself all up into pieces and forgot all about what she used to be. I think there's more to their story still to tell, but right now it's shattered and scattered about. I think that one of those pieces is here with us in Town, myself. Maybe several of them.

At the same time, and also much more recently, the Sun fell in love with the Bleak. The Headmistress of the Bleak Academy, most specifically. She hailed, some say, from a far and sunless land. The Sun, whose name was Jade, knew that falling in love with someone from a sunless land was a terrifically bad idea and that probably it wouldn't be good for either of them. She did it anyway though because sometimes love is like that, and sometimes the sun is like that, and sometimes people are like that. It turned out though that one day the Headmistress rode up on a flying chariot of darkest night and she fired an arrow into the Sun's heart and the Sun died. This was very troublesome for a short while because not having a sun makes it hard to do a lot of things, like take walks in the sunshine, grow flowers, or do roof repairs. The Sun had a daughter though, and some things happened, we're not really sure what, but some things, and now there's a new Sun. Her name is Jasper. Mostly this is working out pretty well, but there's a lot of questions about how this story ends and some people might feel pretty bad about Jade getting shot by her lover.

*****
Those are far away things though. Maybe the kind of things that someone might mull just after lunch on a warm day weekend in late spring. The kind of day where it's too warm with the sun overhead for the birds to sing and too still for the clouds to be in any rush to go anywhere. Where everything is quiet save a bit of rustling grass and a distant cricket and you might be forgiven for thinking that time has decided to take its own siesta for a little while and let this go on forever. It's that sort of day.

So, some questions to our fine residents of Fortitude.
Jasper: What are you up to on such a fine afternoon? Who are you with?
Rinley: Why can't you just lie down and take a nap right now?
Dulcinea: How are you keeping cool in this weather?
Miramie: Are you relaxing or do you have an errand to run?
Kazelia blushes and tries very hard not to giggle when Kyouko's tail wraps around her. It is an extremely bushy tail, possibly the bushiest tail, though she'd not want to start a Konkon civil war over the topic. She blushes even harder at the idea of a proposal. Oh gosh, could she?! Would she?! Was she ready?! Was it even fair to consider such a relationship? And to be all trussed up in front of Ourania to boot. She wasn't going to be the only one wearing the ropes in this relationship! But then, would it be uncouth to include magically tying up her own bride during the Konkon wedding ceremony? So many questions! She was almost ready to answer when she saw the figure atop the mountain, and her voice sank to a deep "oh no" instead as she slammed the wheel as far to port as she could manage.

"Everyone this is your first-mate" she called from the wheel, using the ship's magic and her own to broadcast across the entire interior and deck. "Brace for impact!"

*****

Kazelia was already off the ship by the time Oberon's bolt struck it. As soon as she'd set the wheel, she had leaped into the air and onto Shiva's back. It had been too long and she was not leaving her pegasus behind again. She'd pulled Kyouko up with her, but alas Shiva couldn't hold onto everyone. Even as the ship was struck by the black bolt, Shiva flew ahead and Kazelia set her girlfriend down on the stone branches, perched against the wall out of sight from the clifftop in case Oberon came to inspect his handiwork. Kazelia looked back out to see if there was anything she could do. Adila had shot out of the ship like a bolt, it looked like with Hornet. She scanned for Alina and Rita, Shiva might be fast enough to catch them if they were falling.
Kazelia had a bad feeling when she saw the snowfall. She didn't think Oberon would have been able to penetrate Argossa that quickly. Certainly not in the face of Ourania resisting him, without the Caduceus or most of his children. Which meant he'd pulled out some kind of trick or cheat. And, if Ourania had let it happen, that almost certainly meant that she was doing it to stall for time, knowing that this crew would come save her. It was a heavy burden. While she felt confident that they could face her Father and win, she wasn't sure how much work the repairs were going to be, or how much harm he could cause before they got there. So, she was urging them forward.

As first mate, navigation fell to her, which did make sense considering she had the best overview of Argossa out of everyone present. She had toured it longer and flown above it in spiritual form. She was confident that the wards weren't up, she'd have felt some kind of magical warning if there were. Even so, she wasn't looking for a landing point so much as an ingress. Whatever could get them into the upper levels of Argossa as fast as possible.

She had to admit though, she had been expecting some kind of very large but not too giant serpent to at least accompany them on the way in if not try to block their passage. This suggested that Ourania was expecting them or that the tree's defenses were distracted. Maybe both.

Regardless, Kazelia gave the wheel a spin and set course for the branches of Argossa head on.
Kazelia gasps when Alina and Rhyza walk in, and she too blushes deeply. That is...quite...an outfit. She squeezes Kyouko's hand to let her know that, um, she's not sure exactly, that's she's having a good time and cares about her and she shouldn't get jealous of Kazelia's reaction to Alina but also it would be fine if Kyouko tried on that dress at some point, you know, maybe, if she wanted to. It's a very complex and nuanced hand squeeze!

Then, everything is going great and Rita is the center of everyone's attention. What a good thing that she was victorious in the little battle with Kyouko. This could have really escalated quickly if Alina and the very tall Jedadi mercenary had walked in on Kyouko in the middle of a villainous monologue about the three person KonKon wedding she'd be throwing with Rita tied up in a tiny tuxedo and Kazelia with a long lace veil trailing down nearly to the floor with little flowers sewn all along the seams.

Yes, everything is fine.
This is so exciting! A fox ninja princess and a fierce cat princess fighting over Kazelia! She very nearly swooned from the thought! She knew enough from her time in Hyperborea thus far (and Kyouko's lecture on kidnapping earlier) that she probably shouldn't interfere. She was the kidnapee, she was supposed to just relax. But she couldn't help herself just a little. Rita had been so good to her and the poor girl had done so much to clean things up Feloria with barely any reward. She deserved a little victory. Plus, despite the Labazaar, Kazelia apparently hadn't gotten enough of being tied up to together with Kyouko. She smirks at the thought.

Now the key was to get the timing just right, so nobody could really be sure she was putting her magical finger on the scale here. She had to follow the fight. Kyouko leapt out of the smoke bomb, long robes obscuring the tools she's holding in her hands. She flings a row of kunai at Rita that push her backwards from the chair. They land in a line, shik shik shik, just to the side of Kazelia's chair. Rita's already airborne away from them, landing on the dresser and using her momentum to throw herself off it at a diagonal before Kyouko can draw a bead on her. Rita flings a puff of incense ash into the air, mixing with the smoke and further obscuring vision Kyouko's way, causing her to throw a long-sleeved arm up in the air to shelter her sensitive little fox nose. Rita pounces, claws out, a thin rope pulled from who knows where in her off hand.

And...there! Right there! Kyouko's arm is up, a little bit of magic pulls at the carpet, bunches it up more than it was, just enough. Enough that when Kyouko goes for her footing to respond it's not completely stable, it shifts a bit. Something anyone could ascribe to a bit of missed footwork while half-blinded. Just enough to let Rita close the distance without a response, to be too fast and knock whatever tool Kyouko was drawing out of her hand before it leaves her sleeve. That's all that's needed for the outcome of this coin toss.
Kazelia's dreams are distant dreams. Dreams from the outside, of the world seen through the haze that's there when you don't have a body. Ourania blazes like a beacon, though one that flickers with Oberon's cold once in a while. That weakness will remain for some time, until time and care from the princesses restore the roots of Argossa and undo the damage that the Riders caused. The new bazaar and labazaar can be seen from the outside in a weird sort of spherical overlay that isn't in the shape of a sphere at all. There is a gap where Devilhome once was beneath it all, unfilled but not empty. Oberon stomps near Argossa and there is a darkness there, Diana just barely visible as a tiny pinprick of light beneath him.

Some shapes come in more clearly. It's almost like her Mother trying to take her first hesitant steps. Trying to feel things out from within Hyperborea instead of outside it. Rita is less hazy, the brush distinct in her hands because the joy in her heart is true and strong. Alina, somewhere, is less hazy because Mother has seen her truth and because she's living her truth right this moment. Adila, despite her sudden lack of consistent corporeality, is somehow more clear than she's ever been and her light shines brightly.

It's a dream like floating, buoyed on water that isn't there, swimming through a hazy world lazily with no need to ever really come up for air, but a new wonder to see around every corner. Some will need more cataloging in the future. Mother does love to catalogue and Kazelia's spirit is content to drift along with her as she tries to arrange her thoughts to connect a thousand little points of light to the singing voices she's heard in Kazelia's heart.
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