Who: OPEN LOG!
What: THAR BE MONARCHS IN THE SKY
When: After class until sunset or so; Thursday October 15th
Where: All over campus; mostly on that plain, grassy make-out hill the school sits on.
Notes: This log is completely totally 100% open; if you need an excuse for character interaction or if you're trying to get someone active again or want
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Traveling by broom was more convenient outside. Once he managed to gather the courage to fly the old broom again, he took off, choosing to floating just a few feet from the ground. It wasn't long when he came upon the hill where the monarchs gathered.
Kamek was no insect lover. One or two of the creatures he could handle, but there were like a bazillion of these things gathered in this area. It vaguely reminded him of Louie Where some people might find these winged insects beautiful and endearing, little Kamek found the hordes unsettling and full of uncertainty. Like sticking your finger in a tank of potential pirahna fish. So he hid behind a tree, observing the activity. It seemed some people from the school were already mingling with the swarm of insects.
Idiots, Kamek thought. They might get bitten!
Distracted by the scenery, Kamek's foot slipped on the tree root and barely missed stepping on a patch of butterflies he hadn't noticed before.
He jumped back, took out the scepter and pointed it threateningly at the monarchs. He would have scorched them with a ball of flame if not for the fear of retaliation. It was a stand-off between insect and wizard, and Kamek was greatly outnumbered. However, when it became apparent they were just going to be stupid butterflies and just sit there, Kamek began to let his guard down. But he still didn't trust them.
If faced with a potential threat, Older Kamek wouldn't hesitate to fire magical blasts and watch the destruction unfold. Kamek couldn't bring himself to do that now, perhaps out of curiosity. He crouched down a couple feet from the patch of monarchs and watched them intently, daring them to do something other than sit there and flap their wings. It felt like a staring contest, one that Kamek was certain he would win.
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Ew.
Until then, Raiden aimlessly followed one butterfly after another, idly wondering if they were like speshul snowflakes and if no two butterflies had the same exact pattern. He always appreciated any excuse to get his mind off of more brood-worthy subjects. At least, until he almost tripped over a small, crouching kid.
"Hey!" The blonde stumbled and caught himself before either party was hurt, but he had a disapproving frown. He didn't recognize this kid. "Who are you...?"
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So deeply engrossed in the glare-off with the monarchs, Kamek was startled out of his wits when this strange woman man ran into him. He jumped with an undignified squeal and, battle instincts kicking in, swiftly pointed the scepter at the guy as threateningly as a five year brat with glasses could. It looked like a mere child's toy considering who was holding it.
"What do you want??" Kamek squeaked, Raiden's question completely flying over his head. He didn't remember seeing this guy before. For all he knew, he could be working with the butterflies.
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"Easy there, I'm not a bad-guy." And was most certainly not working for the Patriots butterflies. "I was just out to see the butterflies." With his hands still up to show no harm Raiden cranked his neck to get a better look at Kamek. "Who are you?"
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"I'm Kamek, duh!" he responded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Lord Bowser's second-in-command and a genius in magic. I teach magic at this school (in spirit)!"
Paranoid by nature, he sidled along the tree to put some distance between himself and Raiden.
"So who are you?? Are you working for these bugs?? don't make me call Louie" Hey, Kamek can never be too careful.
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Kamek, huh? This little kid seriously taught magic? Under that spikey turtle guy? Raiden needed to remind himself later to pay more attention to the faculty. Until then, it wasn't terribly hard to figure out Kamek was hiding from him so Raiden decided to crouch down, resting on the balls of his heels. Maybe he'd look a little less intimidating this way.
"My name's Raiden. I'm the school janitor." He explained in a soft voice, then pointed at the scepter, "What's that you've got there?"
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"This? It's my scepter! I can do all sorts of things with it, like set stuff on fire and make minions grow! I'm pretty good with it." Even as a five-year old, Kamek wasn't going to miss an opportunity to brag about his amazing SKILLZ (and leave out the part where he nannies Bowser's uncontrollable children). So distracted with Raiden, Kamek didn't realize how close he was to the butterflies sitting behind him.
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Raiden opened his mouth and was about to ask where the heck he got such a thing and where he could maybe get one. Just to. See. You know. but it was at that time the butterflies behind Kamek decided he was too close for comfort and exploded in a flurry of fluttering wings, taking to the air in a magnificent but harmless show.
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Completely caught off guard, Kamek handled the situation as gracelessly as any five-year would: scream. Loudly. Then run like hell itself was approaching.
Flinging the scepter into the air, Kamek ran for the closest and most secure refuge he could find: behind Raiden's back. He hid, hoping that if the butterflies went for his human shield, it would allow him enough time to get on the broom and escape. Raiden might not survive, but alas, it was a sacrifice that had to be made. A shrine will be built in Raiden's honor.
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"You okay?" The blonde looked behind him, sure that Kamek was but felt the need to ask anyway. "Hey... where's your scepter?"
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