Arrival - OTA Hanging back to view things from a distance at first, and to keep his pet tree ent out of the others' way, Chell was keeping quiet... and then the barrier opened, and the disabling effect on magic faded enough for him to notice. He made a little sound, and this time, rather than letting the tree push him over while he was distracted, he grabbed onto it and took a deep breath, closing his eyes to see what he could see, or more accurately, what he could feel. It wasn't much, as he wasn't near enough anyone, but he could change that.
Part of it, if he were honest, was a sort of loneliness; part of it amounted to a form of sensory deprivation that he hadn't quite realized was bothering him as much as it was, until it was no longer the case.
But if his ability to feel others near him had come back.... He opened his eyes, and letting go of the tree, brought his hands up in front of himself to cup them closed. A second's focus later, he opened them....
...To reveal a bit more than half a dozen spherical little black fruits, something that didn't seem to be too far from huge grapes or giant blueberries, at a glance, or perhaps monstrous currants. They were something particular to the ents, giant berries that he and Mallia were both well familiar with, firm, seedless orbs full of sweet juice. He glanced around, and then headed for the closest person to him, holding them out.
"Here, friend," he said, "While I'm able...." Would they hold out their hands or something, as hinted, so that he could pass those off in a delicately thin wooden bowl that also hadn't existed a moment prior, giving them a little nod and a smile, and then step to the next person, to repeat that move. Score some fresh produce that would, sadly, disappear with its bowl once the barrier was closed again?
Foulques "Brother Foulques...." Chell was smiling more than usual as he put his cupped hands out, something shiny and black visible through the spaces between his fingers. "While this lasts... lend me your hands."
Morgana She was easy to spot, with her colors, and he made his way swiftly over to her, looking happy. "Sister Morgana! While this lasts...." He brought his hands up between them, cupping them as he opened them again to reveal the fresh little fruits. He looked as if he was about to say something, when he spotted her familiars, and shifted how he was holding the produce, sliding his hand around and under a wooden bowl with a notably thick rim for easier perching on than not, which definitely also hadn't just existed a minute ago, any more than the fruit it now held did. "For you." He pushed it toward her. This wasn't a moment to bargain; he wasn't looking for anything. He just wanted to give that to her, and continue on passing more out to others.
Xion He was about to pass by that part of the structure, on his way to hand more out, but... there was someone there, wasn't there? He paused, listening, for lack of a better term, and uncertain if it would be wise to pursue it, unable to quite feel just where they were, or if they would even be approachable, he simply slid his hand under what was now a bowl of the fruits, and set them down vaguely in the direction of where the presence seemed to be, then hurried on to make his next delivery....
Mingle (setup....) He'd finished handing out the berries to those he could, and hopefully they'd made good use of the time in which the barrier was open to eat them, because once it was closed, and magic was once again banished from the Isle's shores, his conjured produce's uneaten specimens dissipated into insubstantial darkness, and then nothing at all. He'd been talking to his ent, his hand on its trunk again as he concentrated, eyes half closed, trying to get it to understand something he wanted it to do... and then the connection was gone. He looked up toward where those from the boat had gathered, trying to keep the disappointment off his face at the renewed lack of magic, and surveyed the scene.
Mal and Ben spoke to those on the shore, and he couldn't help but eye Ben as they did. His clothing, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, even, was--
Chell let a breath out slowly, forcing himself to stay calm. Just because he couldn't sense him as a monster didn't mean he wasn't one... but it didn't mean he was, either. Plus, he wasn't close enough to be able to tell, even if he could, else he'd already know. A wasted opportunity, then? If the ent didn't understand the request for it to try growing food for them, perhaps... but he'd had to try.
But their speech left him far less than certain of what to make of them. The human actually seemed... possibly, perhaps, just maybe actually potentially... kind. ...Or else cunning. He could simply be that. But if he were genuine... all right, so he would be far from the first human the dryad had gotten along with, but he'd certainly be the first of those who put forth such an impression of what Chell could only associate otherwise with far too much self-importance and greed to benefit anyone. And as for the dragon... now he was even less certain what to make of her. She hadn't been particularly warm when they'd met in one of those dream-locations, the dark castle surrounded by ents, where the brother-who-wasn't-there had tried to entice them to join him indoors.... Not that all dragons were, of course, but--
He didn't get much more time to stew on it; while he'd been lost in thought, eyeing the pair over there at the now-disappeared bridge's base, someone had set aside the cargo she'd carried across and slipped around the gathering to confront him. It was a certain dark-clad fairy lady, who seemed... rather distressed, actually. They spoke quietly; if anyone wanted to try eavesdropping, Chell seemed to be recounting something he was having a difficult time in either remembering clearly, or admitting to -- something about someone being killed, it seemed, and then him being asleep for a long time, with her trying to prompt him to remember more details. At some point, he simply shook his head and looked back up, to discreetly point out one of the other Auradon residents, and she glanced back, nodding. She hugged him, and after a few more words, she stepped away in far darker a mood than anyone would've seen her in prior to this. Whatever that had confirmed for her, she was not pleased... and he actually looked fairly alarmed about this, catching her wrist to get her attention again. Cue another discussion, one in which he seemingly tried to talk her down from something or other.
Mingle - OTA for Chell and/or Mallia Their entire encounter didn't last long, and then they ended their discussion. Mallia stood there, off to the side of the gathering, arms folded, eyes closed as she took a deep breath, calming herself down again between little glances at Mal and Ben, and longer looks to survey those present. Her mood was killed, clearly, but she was trying to resurrect it, discreetly wiping away hints of tears before she tried to put a hint of a smile back on and looked around for who else she ought to speak with. (Feel free to say she wandered off toward your char, if you'd like!)
Chell, for his part, seemed hesitant to approach the two royals, not stepping far from the fairy yet, but if anyone wanted to try speaking with him, he'd probably welcome the excuse to procrastinate on that a bit longer while he figured out what to say and how to go about saying it.... In fact, some characters, he just might approach first, if it seems opportune to do so.
I am incapable of not TLDRing, apparently. :D
Hanging back to view things from a distance at first, and to keep his
pet treeent out of the others' way, Chell was keeping quiet... and then the barrier opened, and the disabling effect on magic faded enough for him to notice. He made a little sound, and this time, rather than letting the tree push him over while he was distracted, he grabbed onto it and took a deep breath, closing his eyes to see what he could see, or more accurately, what he could feel. It wasn't much, as he wasn't near enough anyone, but he could change that.Part of it, if he were honest, was a sort of loneliness; part of it amounted to a form of sensory deprivation that he hadn't quite realized was bothering him as much as it was, until it was no longer the case.
But if his ability to feel others near him had come back.... He opened his eyes, and letting go of the tree, brought his hands up in front of himself to cup them closed. A second's focus later, he opened them....
...To reveal a bit more than half a dozen spherical little black fruits, something that didn't seem to be too far from huge grapes or giant blueberries, at a glance, or perhaps monstrous currants. They were something particular to the ents, giant berries that he and Mallia were both well familiar with, firm, seedless orbs full of sweet juice. He glanced around, and then headed for the closest person to him, holding them out.
"Here, friend," he said, "While I'm able...." Would they hold out their hands or something, as hinted, so that he could pass those off in a delicately thin wooden bowl that also hadn't existed a moment prior, giving them a little nod and a smile, and then step to the next person, to repeat that move. Score some fresh produce that would, sadly, disappear with its bowl once the barrier was closed again?
Foulques
"Brother Foulques...." Chell was smiling more than usual as he put his cupped hands out, something shiny and black visible through the spaces between his fingers. "While this lasts... lend me your hands."
Morgana
She was easy to spot, with her colors, and he made his way swiftly over to her, looking happy. "Sister Morgana! While this lasts...." He brought his hands up between them, cupping them as he opened them again to reveal the fresh little fruits. He looked as if he was about to say something, when he spotted her familiars, and shifted how he was holding the produce, sliding his hand around and under a wooden bowl with a notably thick rim for easier perching on than not, which definitely also hadn't just existed a minute ago, any more than the fruit it now held did. "For you." He pushed it toward her. This wasn't a moment to bargain; he wasn't looking for anything. He just wanted to give that to her, and continue on passing more out to others.
Xion
He was about to pass by that part of the structure, on his way to hand more out, but... there was someone there, wasn't there? He paused, listening, for lack of a better term, and uncertain if it would be wise to pursue it, unable to quite feel just where they were, or if they would even be approachable, he simply slid his hand under what was now a bowl of the fruits, and set them down vaguely in the direction of where the presence seemed to be, then hurried on to make his next delivery....
Mingle (setup....)
He'd finished handing out the berries to those he could, and hopefully they'd made good use of the time in which the barrier was open to eat them, because once it was closed, and magic was once again banished from the Isle's shores, his conjured produce's uneaten specimens dissipated into insubstantial darkness, and then nothing at all. He'd been talking to his ent, his hand on its trunk again as he concentrated, eyes half closed, trying to get it to understand something he wanted it to do... and then the connection was gone. He looked up toward where those from the boat had gathered, trying to keep the disappointment off his face at the renewed lack of magic, and surveyed the scene.
Mal and Ben spoke to those on the shore, and he couldn't help but eye Ben as they did. His clothing, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, even, was--
Chell let a breath out slowly, forcing himself to stay calm. Just because he couldn't sense him as a monster didn't mean he wasn't one... but it didn't mean he was, either. Plus, he wasn't close enough to be able to tell, even if he could, else he'd already know. A wasted opportunity, then? If the ent didn't understand the request for it to try growing food for them, perhaps... but he'd had to try.
But their speech left him far less than certain of what to make of them. The human actually seemed... possibly, perhaps, just maybe actually potentially... kind. ...Or else cunning. He could simply be that. But if he were genuine... all right, so he would be far from the first human the dryad had gotten along with, but he'd certainly be the first of those who put forth such an impression of what Chell could only associate otherwise with far too much self-importance and greed to benefit anyone. And as for the dragon... now he was even less certain what to make of her. She hadn't been particularly warm when they'd met in one of those dream-locations, the dark castle surrounded by ents, where the brother-who-wasn't-there had tried to entice them to join him indoors.... Not that all dragons were, of course, but--
He didn't get much more time to stew on it; while he'd been lost in thought, eyeing the pair over there at the now-disappeared bridge's base, someone had set aside the cargo she'd carried across and slipped around the gathering to confront him. It was a certain dark-clad fairy lady, who seemed... rather distressed, actually. They spoke quietly; if anyone wanted to try eavesdropping, Chell seemed to be recounting something he was having a difficult time in either remembering clearly, or admitting to -- something about someone being killed, it seemed, and then him being asleep for a long time, with her trying to prompt him to remember more details. At some point, he simply shook his head and looked back up, to discreetly point out one of the other Auradon residents, and she glanced back, nodding. She hugged him, and after a few more words, she stepped away in far darker a mood than anyone would've seen her in prior to this. Whatever that had confirmed for her, she was not pleased... and he actually looked fairly alarmed about this, catching her wrist to get her attention again. Cue another discussion, one in which he seemingly tried to talk her down from something or other.
Mingle - OTA for Chell and/or Mallia
Their entire encounter didn't last long, and then they ended their discussion. Mallia stood there, off to the side of the gathering, arms folded, eyes closed as she took a deep breath, calming herself down again between little glances at Mal and Ben, and longer looks to survey those present. Her mood was killed, clearly, but she was trying to resurrect it, discreetly wiping away hints of tears before she tried to put a hint of a smile back on and looked around for who else she ought to speak with. (Feel free to say she wandered off toward your char, if you'd like!)
Chell, for his part, seemed hesitant to approach the two royals, not stepping far from the fairy yet, but if anyone wanted to try speaking with him, he'd probably welcome the excuse to procrastinate on that a bit longer while he figured out what to say and how to go about saying it.... In fact, some characters, he just might approach first, if it seems opportune to do so.