#nabeandfriends

[xxlordalexanderxx]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

There's a crow, looking up at Alexander with its feathers all puffed up.

It's time to scold!

"Bad pur-ple! No scare! No sits!"

He looks around, mildly puzzled as to the whereabouts of the sound til his fiery gaze falls on the small corvid before him. He smiles impishly, and crouches down to get a better look.

"Now who is this little mouthful~? I could use another pound of flesh for my upcoming feast." He's jesting of course, he's grown fond of crows in recent. Besides, too many feathers to deal with anyway. But the crow doesn't know that.

[kazeofthemagun]

@nabeandfriends asked the summoner:

Kaze breaks into Malik's house, on his birthday, yelling about bread??

Nabe has determined it's time for consequences. The breadbug is the first target, followed by Kaze himself.

Is anti-tank weaponry overkill for a single breadbug? Probably, but changing weapons takes time.

Annoy Malik Day || Continued from [ X ]

@kingdom-of-mxginica

The appearance of the crow fae was noted as the Wind abruptly stopped his "search", turning to face potential danger. And a potential danger it was, indeed.

How did she get.. all those armaments in here at a moment's notice..? So, his hunch had been correct. There must have been some teleporting at play.

(The breadbug was, thankfully, smart enough to escape in the momentary confusion - though it sure did not go unnoticed.)

"Crow." The gunslinger addressed the woman, ocean orbs narrowed. As it was, he was mere seconds away from being blasted, but he was willing to take the risk. "It may be your bread that is teleported next. Are you truly picking the correct fight?"

[sins-of-the-sea]

[Original thread, @nabeandfriends ]

"These Seven and I share the same Master--the very Master whose Eye has been gouged out. No matter which part of the world and regardless of where it is moved, I can point to the direction of the Eye as it would be in real time. Or any object as long as it is asked of me, precisely and concretely.

"This includes seven Keys of St. Emilio, hidden around the World to keep the locker in which the Eye has been kept. Even if the Sins of the Sea find the Eye, they would not have access to it as long as it's safely locked. They'll need the Keys first. And if I am in their possession, I can tell them where they are."

[never-took-a-lesson]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

We all know what this is. She's going after the snow monsters again. Truly nothing was learned all month.

Forte Steals Christmas - Whack A Minion

Rules Here

Rolling for Three Snow Monsters

5 Points- Snow Monster - roll 5 to win

The Snow Monsters Win

[nostomannia]

Unprompted || @nabeandfriends

A crow perched on a branch above the brown-and-green haired woman. The corvid seemed to crane her neck to try and look at what she was doing, before finally... Speaking?

"What doing? Art?"

"...Mh?" Well, she heard someone talking, although she couldn't pinpoint the voice. Solita looked up from her sketchpad, glancing around with confusion. Wasn't Deity- didn't sound like them. Was she finally and truly losing her mind now?

The Drifter tilted her head up, looking at the bird that was settled above her. Well, the voice did come from above but... "That wasn't you talkin', right?" She asked as if a crow of all things could answer. There'd been stranger things that'd happened, and this was the only answer that seemed plausible.

[chiromutt]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

The crow stares. And stares. And tilts her head.

She is forming an Opinion™, please wait...

"Blue!" Nabe declares suddenly, feathers puffing up. "Friend? Blue friend??"

Wait is this entirely about Chinchiro's hair color?

"Birb friend!" She offers the chatty crow her hands to climb on.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

Oh good gods, there's a crow in the library!

Repeat, there is a crow in the library!

... Nabe would like help putting her birthday hat back on. oAo

"...ah, A Happy Birthday to you then, is it, Nabe? Hold on a moment-"

It would no be long before Hriob would give her not one, but two birthday hats- and a small bowl of berries for her to munch on to boot-

[hymnofshadows-archive]

"Half of Nabe's '100% real science' facts are obviously made up on the spot. I'd take everything she says with a healthy dose of skepticism."

[nabeandfriends-archive]

In light of the anons going around starting problems, I'm preemptively going to remind everyone that yes, this is a sideblog, but I don't send asks related to this blog anonymously.

All asks I send will come from @hymnofshadows, and will be prefaced with (@nabeandfriends - <character>).

Any asks I get starting problems will be blocked/reported.

[elementalnight-archived]

Archiving this blog

((Hey all. As much as the story and ideas I wanted to explore here interested me, I simply have more muse for other characters.))

((Y'all can find me at my other RP blogs: @shatteredwastes, @hymnofshadows, and @nabeandfriends, but I don't believe I'll be logging back into this one again.))

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

As much as Guy wants to avoid having to submit the whole Crew to the Master for punishment for thoughtlessly killing Phoebus, his attempts at raiding souls solo ended up with him shot in the head, thereby partially blinding and paralyzing him. Captain Frascona and Abena find Guy just in time for the decision to either raid or be punished. But they still have to approach the Master, as the Crew is in a state unsuitable for much of anything, let alone a raid.

Guy winces at the sight of Giovanni, who seems to be bruised up but otherwise still on his feet. Though he gasps as he sees Ruixiong and Rashid with what is left of his good eye. "Aah! What happened to them?!"

"Lots of things. Ruixiong ran off to do his own thing and got himself injured… then injured some more. And Rashid…

"The less we talk about what happened to Rashid, the better." Frascona waves over to Giovanni. "Do you have the conch?"

"Yes, Captain…" Giovanni says as he holds up the conch used to call for the Master--the same one Guy watched him use some nights ago. Though now, it is not made of gold.

"Good. Help me settle Guy with Rashid and Ruixiong. I'll do the talking with the Master. He'll surely be greatly displeased with what I allowed to happen to my Crew."

"But… you didn't allow this to happen."

"I did not, no. But I am still your Captain, and I am responsible for you all. I am taking full accountability over what happened to you all here."

Guy wanted to cry on the spot as he is placed next to Ruixiong, unconscious from blood loss, and Rashid, fully dead. "I'm sorry, Captain! I'm truly sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I really am, I'm so very sorry!"

"Guy. Stop. You did enough. Demonia, set sail as far from land as you can. Until there is nothing to see in the horizon."

The floorboards and hull of the ship groan as the sails unfurl and the anchors are aweighed. And once the galleon is far enough…

Frascona blows onto the conch, a different sound from what Giovanni made as the conch's material shell fogs in the Captain's hand. This time, the sea merely opens as the Devil's Locker is revealed once more, with pillars of the sea surrounding the ship like walls as opposed to dragging it down.

Guy looks upon the waves with confusion as the ship remains on the surface. He turns to Giovanni, awaiting an explanation.

To which Giovanni obliges. "Because he is our Captain, Josep is supposedly the only one who should be using that conch to beckon the Master upon us. The Master knows it's Josep because he's using his Gift to call upon him. When I use my gift, the Master knows it's me... and I would be making my secret monthly reports.

"I didn't have to use a conch to call the Master. When I ran off, he found me on his own..."

"The Master has different ways of tracking souls. I observed these ways wax and wane too. I'm not sure how. If by the moon, as the tides do, or not....

"Or he could tell your soul was dying. And wanted to be there when it does."

"All of this happened because I ran off like a child from stupid, stupid words winter of last year..."

Giovanni reaches for Guy's hand. He squeezes it tight.

"Everything should be over soon. Because this is Josep calling upon the Master, his approach should be different."

"Tell me the Master won't lash out at him like he has at you. It's not fair. Even if he's our Captain."

"....I can't promise that, Guy. I'm really sorry."

[never-took-a-lesson]

@nabeandfriends Liked for a Starter with Organ!Forte

Forte had not met this crow before.  Or… bird shapeshifter?  Well, nothing at this point could surprise the old maestro– he was an enchanted pipe organ at this point, wasn’t he?  

In any case, although he had a grumpy, crusty demeanor, Forte did value allies in all their forms.  He would allow Nabe to enter and exit the chateau as she saw fit.  …He just hoped he didn’t end up with a nest somewhere in his pipes.

“What do we think of these old trinkets, eh?  They aren’t mine.  They were here when I.. hem, acquired the chateau.”

Forte had used his magic to snake around the house and pick out a few objects he wouldn’t mind bribing the corvid with; one coin purse that looked to be made of gold mesh, an old long sword that hadn’t been cleaned in a long time and one ordinary shoe buckle.  He could certainly fetch more things if he was inclined; the chateau was well stocked with superfluous items.

[nostomannia]

Birthday twins! || @nabeandfriends

The crow tilts her head, studying Sol quietly.

She proposes a trade.

Nabe offers for you - special today - a shiny birthday thing (1 earring, handcrafted from silver wire wrapped around a nice amber).

What does Sol offer in return?

Solita raised a brow at the bird. Offering a present to her, huh? She may as well return the favor. "Hmm, lemmie see." She had plenty of trinkets, there was no doubt to be something perfect for the crow!

It took a moment of searching, but Solita quickly picked up a blue feather-shaped pendant, covered in intricate designs that she hung by a a ribbon that she could then place around Nabe's neck.

"If I had more time, I'd've made a portrait for you. 'R even a little felted friend."

But, hopefully this was a satisfying trade for her!

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

“Hello!”  That crow has shown up again, perched on a tree branch.  Her soul stood out among the wildlife - marking her as something other.  Though today something else set her apart from the wildlife: a purple, patterned vest, perfectly sized to fit her.

Hriob wasn’t too fussed by her sudden appearance.  He still didn’t know much about the crow - who called herself Nabe, it seemed - but he had figured out that she somehow knew Lyth.  And that, apparently, his connection to his adoptive mother was enough to convince Nabe they were now friends.

“Hello, Nabe,” Hriob said, lifting his head to look at her.  “Staying out of trouble?”

“Yeah!”  She seemed proud of herself.  “And?  What doing?”

“I’m working on making a few final preparations for Samhain.”  He held an arm out, offering a place to perch.  “Though I still haven’t made a decision about a costume.”

“Costume?”  Nabe flew down to land on his arm as offered, sidling over to perch on his shoulder.  “Like.  Spook-o-ween?”

Hriob chuckled.  “It’s similar.”

“Oh!”  She wiggled excitedly!  “Nabe has!  Idea!”  Almost as soon as she was on his shoulder, she jumped off, landing on the ground and turning… human?

Hriob hadn’t seen her do that before, but it wasn’t that surprising, when he thought about it.

“Nabe was going to go visit a friend - the magic moth man - and borrow one of his masks for Spook-o-ween!  Maybe you can come with and borrow one too!”

“The magic moth man?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!  He lives in a forest near Nabe’s home!  He makes all kinds of masks, and he and Nabe talk about art sometimes!”  She clapped her hands, eyes bright with excitement.  “And!  Nabe can take you to meet him, so you can be friends too!”  A short pause, before she added, “But you gotta do what Nabe says, ‘cause she’s heard that some fairies don’t like people?  So Nabe’s gotta protect you if you come meet him!”

“Your friend is a fairy?”  The thought intrigued him.  Hriob didn’t have much experience with interacting with other fae, he almost felt obligated to go along with it, just for the sake of learning more about his ‘cousins’.

He didn’t feel like bringing up that he was capable of handling himself.  If the forest Nabe spoke of was anything like his home - it was likely that having a guide around might be helpful.

“Yup!  He’s a, uh… Treedancer!  All pretty and pink and yellow!”  Nabe bounced up and down on her heels.  “So, are you gonna come?”

“Why not?  I couldn’t turn down a chance to meet another fae.”

Nabe did not have the ability to teleport of her own power.  Rather, from what Hriob could tell, she used a pendant she wore to communicate with someone who could - leading them to appear outside a small medical clinic that bore her name.

… Hriob was learning more and more about Nabe by the minute.

“This is Nabe’s home!”  She pointed at the clinic.  “Nabe and Elise live upstairs, but Nabe’s friend lives this way!”  Nabe grabbed his hand, tugging him along the road.

It was a fairly long trip out of town toward the forest - but Hriob managed to pass the time asking questions to learn a bit more about Nabe.  She called her pendant a ‘special rock’ that was connected to Elise - the woman who had raised her.  The clinic did, in fact, belong to Nabe - and she claimed to have medical degrees from ‘three different universes’.  Hriob also learned that Nabe was a crow before she developed the ability to assume human form.

Really, Nabe seemed to be a fascinating person in her own right, while also being someone surrounded by people who were just as extraordinary.

Eventually, they came to the edge of the forest, and Nabe took the lead - carefully navigating along between unusually tall and vibrant maple trees.  Though Nabe admitted that she usually just flew over the woods to her destination, she seemed to have a good idea of what it was like on the ground anyway.

Hriob could sense the magic in the forest.  But he could also sense they were being watched.  Though the fairy inhabitants didn’t show themselves, he could sense that they were (understandably) wary.

But, before long, they came to a small clearing.  Near which was a small cottage nestled among the roots of a tree.  Small was the emphasis here - the structure clearly wasn’t built with human proportions in mind, let alone someone as tall as Hriob.

“Mian!”  Nabe went up to the door and leaned down to knock on it.  “Nabe’s here!”

There was a short pause before the door opened - revealing this ‘Mian’.  He stood about half Nabe’s height, looking, for the most part, like a giant moth, standing up on its hindmost legs.  He wore a belt at his waist with a few masks hanging from it.  “Hello there, little crow,” his voice was warm, kind.  “What brings you here?”

Nabe took a few steps back, then sat cross-legged on the ground.  “Well!  Nabe was going to come visit to ask if she could borrow a mask for Spook-o-ween, but she met a friend who was also looking for Spook-o-ween costumes!”  She pointed at Hriob, beaming.  “So Nabe thought!  She should introduce you.”

Hriob gave a small nod, taking the cue from Nabe to sit down as well so the moth-fairy wouldn’t have to crane his neck so much to look at him.  “I have some fae heritage myself, so I will admit I was curious when Nabe mentioned you.  I hope it’s not much of an intrusion.”

“A-ah, well,” Mian was caught off guard, “Usually I approach someone else to offer a mask in exchange for their face.  Nabe’s been the only one to request my work directly.”  A short nod in her direction.  “And I am comfortable letting her borrow one, because I know she’s aware of how much work I put into my projects.”

“I’m sure we can work out some kind of deal,” Hriob said.  “Though I would like to see some examples of your work, if that’s alright?”

“O-oh, right!  Of course!” He pulled one of the masks from his belt, wings fluttering as he moved closer to Hriob.

The mask was porcelain - painted to the point that it looked almost identical to skin, resulting in an almost uncannily realistic appearance.  The mask was made to resemble an elf.

“I designed this one myself!  It took ages to gather the correct materials for it - realism is a bit… difficult at times, to get it right, you know?”  He put the mask up to his face - an illusion giving him the appearance of a much taller elven man.  “The clothing design, the minor details.  Even if it’s much harder to come up with it from scratch, the end result is my favorite guise.”  Mian reached up, taking the mask off once again, then flipping it over to show the back - carved in an intricate series of runes.  “It takes decades to master the craft, but I do consider this to be my masterpiece.”

Hriob’s mind was already buzzing with questions.  Wanting to know every detail of the process, to see if it were something he could recreate.  Wanting to get a closer look at the runes in the mask.  Wanting to know more about how the illusion worked, and how the material choice related to that.  “... Do you mind if I take a closer look?” he asked after a moment, reaching out his hand.  “It’s a stunning piece.”

Mian hesitated before handing it over.  “Do be careful.  Porcelain is difficult to work with.  I’d hate to have to replace it if it breaks.”

“You have my word.”

Hriob took the mask gingerly, turning it over in his hands.  It was exquisite craftsmanship - painstakingly detailed and using real hair, beads, and feathers for the hairstyle.  And the runes - though he didn’t recognize the symbols used in this world, he could still sense their meaning.

“Almost like some kind of code,” he muttered to himself.  That was it, really.  Every symbol, every line, every connection - effectively programming the illusory form as a part of the mask.  Sections dedicated beyond just the appearance - but also to tracking the motion of the wearer so that they could be seamlessly imitated in the illusory form.  And all of it could be powered with a nearly negligible amount of energy expended to do so.

The applications of this could surely go much further than simple disguises.  “Mian - can you tell me how you learned to make these?”

The fairy’s antennae twitched.  “Ah, yes!  It’s an ancient tradition passed down by our tribe.  I spent decades studying as an apprentice before I graduated.  The mask makers have always allowed us the ability to safely pass beyond our borders into the lands of humans.”  A small nod, as though he were proud of himself.  “I’ve worked hard to push my craft even further.  Collecting materials that haven’t been used before and learning how their properties affect the piece.”

“How important is material?”

“Absolutely crucial.  There are rare occasions where substitutions can be made, but for the most part, your base material heavily influences what the mask can become.  Not only that, but it affects the lifespan of the magic, as well.  Softer materials are easier to work with, but the runes will wear out faster - harder material can hold the enchantments longer, but are much less forgiving if an error is made.  And being able to fit all the runes necessary for the mask can often be difficult as well."

“I see.”  Though Hriob would have loved to keep the mask and study it further, he handed it back to Mian.  “I think I would like to commission one from you.  What would you ask in return?”

“Your face would be a nice addition to my collection.”

“Can I tempt you with knowledge instead?” Hriob asked - he was, after all, hesitant to agree to such terms.  “I know several different runic scripts myself, perhaps learning them could help with fitting your enchantments on the masks?”

Mian hummed thoughtfully.  “I would still love to have a mask of you, but I have to admit that’s a tempting offer.  If you are correct about the potential of other scripts, that could drastically change the process…”  The moth returned his mask back to its place on his belt.  “Very well.  I accept your offer - on the condition that you help to acquire any materials I may need to fulfill your request.”

“That seems reasonable.”  Hriob nodded in agreement.

“Great.  Let me just grab a few things from inside and we can get to work.”  He turned toward the door.  “Oh and Nabe?  Have you decided which mask you planned to borrow?”

“Nabe was thinking about it!  She likes the beast, but she knows that one is important to you, so she was trying to think of a different one.”

“I still have the old one laying around.  You can borrow that one.”  It didn’t have any magic left in it, but he knew that Nabe wouldn’t mind.

“So, can you tell me what you had in mind for the costume you wanted?”  Mian asked as he brought his sketchbook outside.  He gave Nabe a stylized mask similar to the other one on his belt before walking over to Hriob.  He sat down and turned to a blank page, poised to make his own sketches and notes.

“That I haven’t figured out yet,” Hriob admitted.  “As important as this is, I’ve had a lot to worry about as of late, and haven’t really had the time to figure out exactly what my plan for this year is.”  He shook his head.  “But costume choice is incredibly important.  I’ve gotten carried away when channeling the spirits of the season in the past, and I wind up in character - willingly or not.  So I am hoping to have a costume that isn’t likely to cause too many problems for people around me when I inevitably lose control.”

“A being with a calm persona?”  Mian tapped his chin thoughtfully.  “Perhaps some myth or legend?”

“Nabe read a book with a wizard in it!  He was a leader of a country, but it turned out he was just a stage magician and not actually magic,” Nabe chimed in.  “At the end he decides to go back to his old home in a giant balloon!”

Mian stared at his friend for a moment.  “Is that your idea?”

“Nabe thinks wizards are calm.”

Hriob tilted his head, deep in thought.  “That sounds… familiar, somehow.”  Was it something he’d read?  He couldn’t quite place it.

“I suppose that makes me the only one who doesn’t get it,” Mian observed.

“Nabe doesn’t think it exists in this world.”  A shrug.  “At least, Nabe hasn’t found any copies on Omnion.”

“Not very helpful, but alright.”  Mian wrote something in the corner of the page - something that more than likely translated to ‘wizard’.  “Do we have any other ideas, or are you going to go with that one?”

Silence, but neither Hriob nor Nabe seemed to be able to come up with any better solution.  Eventually, Hriob just gave a shrug.  “I suppose it’ll have to do.  I’m running out of options at this point.”

“Alright.  Can either of you describe this wizard?”

Between Hriob and Nabe, a design was eventually worked out.  A green vest and pants.  A white coat.  Shirt and tie.  How tall this wizard should be was a point of contention - but they eventually settled on letting the illusion stand at the same height as Hriob.  Though he did insist on preserving his wraps as a design element so that people would still be able to tell it was him - illusion or not.

Mian made a few further sketches, conceptualizing the mask itself in contrast to the illusion, then scribbled down a list of materials on another page - tearing it out and giving it to Hriob.  “Once I have everything I need, I’ll get to work right away.”

[hymnofshadows-archive]

"I'm taking this with me and no one can stop me!" Shylow proclaims, placing Nabe in a wagon decorated like that of a royal. Grapes and little egg slices are in a bowl for the crow to feed upon.

The demon starts to walk away.

Maria watches quietly, raising an eyebrow.

"... Alright, you two have fun."

Listen, it's going to keep Nabe from eating all her food, so she'll allow it.