Prompt 1:
 he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town.
The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched --
But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious.
(It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.)
But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things:
- Fight the first person you see
- Kiss the first person you see
Unfortunate.
Prompt 2:
he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color.
Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming!
Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless!
Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics.
Prompt 3:
he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post:
Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color
Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice.
Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions.
At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified.
Prompt 4:
 ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in.
The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them.
And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings.
Congratulations!
Extra:
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Sure.]
Just because it isn't permanent doesn't mean you should run right into it! [Connor's put up with a lot of Hank yelling at him lately and if that weren't their modus operandi, he might've felt worse about it (because to be honest, it was a little much, even from him.) However he's fairly certain Connor's recklessness warrants it sometimes.
This is one of those times.
At least Hank's trying to modulate his yelling to more of a whispered volume, though the scowl on his face speaks volumes]
Your idea better be leaning towards neither of us approaching the damn thing, calmly or not!
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he couldn't begin to understand how stressful their time here has been for hank and while he's worried for him, well, he can't help but harbour the secret opinion that this is for his own good. connor can withstand any amount of his friend's berating if it has a positive impact on his health down the line, because losing him to a lifestyle they can change would be his life's greatest misery.
so he's been optimistic, trying to balance out hank's inner turmoil.
sometimes, though, he experiences slips in composure. making the wrong decisions is something that's been happening more frequently after his turn to deviancy, a lot going on in his head that wasn't there before. with his eyes downcast, he takes time to rationalize the whole situation out in his head. this will be something they look back on and laugh about, a memory that ages well over time. surely. it has been a grand old time, he reassures himself, it just doesn't seem like one at the moment;.they're doing well for themselves and this cockatrice is nothing compared to what they've been through already.
connor shifts lower behind the nettle bushes with a reach out to fuss at some trying to harass the lieutenant's elbow.)
I made a mistake. (stresses it with surrendering hands to make it very clear, wanting to appeal to him:) I won't make it again. We won't go near it, okay?
Leaving the fish out for the cockatrice to find on its own would be a simple and safe solution... instead of trying to force anything. I don't know if the mission parameters require us to hand-feed it, but I'm willing to risk the reward to avoid a mishap that could put us in danger.
We'll just push it out into the clearing, trek back to the tent, pack everything, and go back to town.
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The thought turns his stomach, making him glance away, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Connor's more than capable. Hank knows that. But hell if he doesn't still feel hesitant.
He huffs out a sigh after a moment, dropping his hand.]
Maybe we can...I dunno. [he waves the same hand slightly, acquiescing a bit despite himself] Find a way to lure it closer so it notices the fish or something while we back off. [he shrugs a shoulder, a bit helplessly. It's not a great plan, and he knows it, but it's....something like a compromise? Somewhere in between???? He's trying, ok.] Just so it can make up its own mind, I guess, and we know that the mission's complete.
[he glances sidelong at the fish they've brought: one blue, from Connor, and one red, from Hank, matching the colors they've been somehow assigned.]
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but hasn't it always been that way? haven't they always looked out for one another? what's different? what could hank be so concerned about, that it'd jeopardize one of their missions?
connor's delayed response is preceded by a little shake of his head, eyes tracking back to the lieutenant.)
If that's what you feel is best, Lieutenant, but I'm better suited to leaving the fish out into the clearing where the cockatrice will notice it.
...
(HOLDS UP THE SUPER DEAD FISH, flapping it a little. i'm sorry, hank.)
I'll signal you and you can lure it over by making a noise loud enough to draw its attention but subtle enough to avoid inciting it to attack. Then, we'll quietly retreat to the campsite while it eats. What do you think?
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That...sounds solid. [he'll nod once, then, a quick jerk. Acknowledgement. It's a better plan than before, anyway.] Let's try that.
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(WAY TO APPLY PRESSURE, CONNOR. gets hank's fish from him, squishes them together, and fucking tucks them into his breast pocket like they're fucking fountain pensGKNRWEKGK..........
he seems geared up to make his move, knuckles whitening as he presses his fingers into the grass and rises into a lax version of the pose a runner might use at his starting line. there's no build-up to his bolt, having already calculated where he's going to wind up on the other side, fast and quiet. but he won't risk lingering in the clearing until hank makes that distraction.
settles into position behind a wide-trunked tree, pressing a shoulder to it with a raise of a hand to signal his partner.)