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Location: The Kaiserin
Who I'm with: Zenlight (@HanaJuni )
What I'm doing: Gathering plants
James nodded at the instructions and began to walk through the garden, picking up plants mostly based on intuition. Some of them were medicinal in use, some were highly poisonous. James had the feeling that, much like magic, this was the sort of thing that would work best if you trusted your heart, or your gut, or whatever non-logical source of inspiration you chose to use. Perhaps it was due to James's natural talent for charm and illusion magics, but most of the plants he picked were ones that possessed hallucinogenic, soporific, or other mind-altering properties. He gathered these plants in pots, which he levitated into the air with his magic. Eventually, after repotting and levitating one last plant, a feeling came over him, a certain intuition telling him that this was enough.
He brought the plants with him to the red area, then began to plant them in an open plot. He could've used his magic, it would've been simpler, and much quicker. But just like how he'd chosen the plants, James had a feeling that told him that this was the right way to do this. It took about an hour, but James managed to plant all the plants in the plot, with a large hole dug in the center for him to lie in. He laid in the hole, feeling the soft, warm dirt beneath him. Then, using his hands, he began to pile the dirt on top of him until he was completely buried. Using a little magic to supply himself with air, James lay underneath the dirt, and waited.
Location: The Kaiserin
Who I'm with: Zenlight (@HanaJuni )
What I'm doing: Gathering plants
James nodded at the instructions and began to walk through the garden, picking up plants mostly based on intuition. Some of them were medicinal in use, some were highly poisonous. James had the feeling that, much like magic, this was the sort of thing that would work best if you trusted your heart, or your gut, or whatever non-logical source of inspiration you chose to use. Perhaps it was due to James's natural talent for charm and illusion magics, but most of the plants he picked were ones that possessed hallucinogenic, soporific, or other mind-altering properties. He gathered these plants in pots, which he levitated into the air with his magic. Eventually, after repotting and levitating one last plant, a feeling came over him, a certain intuition telling him that this was enough.
He brought the plants with him to the red area, then began to plant them in an open plot. He could've used his magic, it would've been simpler, and much quicker. But just like how he'd chosen the plants, James had a feeling that told him that this was the right way to do this. It took about an hour, but James managed to plant all the plants in the plot, with a large hole dug in the center for him to lie in. He laid in the hole, feeling the soft, warm dirt beneath him. Then, using his hands, he began to pile the dirt on top of him until he was completely buried. Using a little magic to supply himself with air, James lay underneath the dirt, and waited.
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