Who: Childe (and the rest of you wildlings)
When: All of October
What: An open Catch-all for the Bastard
(bc I feel he's gonna need it this month)
Warnings: Mild self harm (as in, "exclusively just to trigger the dimension shift" kind of mild), brief mentions of gore, suicide mention
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[He spins around to face Jason once they're far enough out, that fake-pleasant smile of his plastered across his face as he aims the bow skyward. An arrow forms for him to nock into place, glowing brighter and brighter as he pulls the string as far back as it can go. The breathable air becomes dry and almost suffocating, more water leeched from the surroundings, a swirling maelstrom that only grows.
And grows.
Until he releases the arrow.]
2/2
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But honestly, a whale?
Jason gritted his teeth in a wild grin, calculating the distance and the diameter of the whale - which was something he never thought he'd have to do - before he was moving.
And he was fast.
He was able to cover enough ground to clear the distance and then some within the time it took for the whale to start it's descent.]
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Childe straightens his posture, lowering the bow to rest at his side. Does he look disappointed? A bit, yeah.]
I thought you said you could take the hit! [He is also soaked to the bone, though that's less of a hindrance to him than it would probably be to Jason. He doesn't mind, anyway.] Nice form, though!
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[He grins a little, running a hand through his hair to push his bangs out of his face. He didn’t expect to come here and get a whale dropped on him, but it sure did feel like Sea World.]
Neat trick! Definitely wasn’t expecting a whale.