[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
So, tell me: how would you like to do this? When I go hunting, I generally cheat by using magic to make it as easy as possible, but I suspect that defeats the purpose in this instance.
What's the shape of this adventure, in your heart of hearts?
[ oh now his back-and-forth is, just, like, excited pacing. pre-walkies anticipation. ]
I want to eat a puppet's face. That ugly thing it uses to wrest control of you! Pull it out of the wood like shucking an oyster from the shell! And I think I know where to find one. There's this mammoth pygmydillo that has to weigh at least a ton I keep seeing from the air, lately... it's not staying in their usual range. It moves strangely, and it goes to rest in a thicket, rather than a burrow!
I bet you a puppet's taken mastery of it. It'll fight like a bastard, not a boar.
Edited (im done now i promise) 2024-08-21 03:16 (UTC)
[She trots off after him, but almost immediately realizes what bullshit it is that he's so much bigger than she is in this form, too, and that his stupid long legs give him a faster gait that she has to work to keep up with.]
[By the next time he looks back at her, she's upshifted into her new black and gold be-wingéd body. Which is bigger, but STILL not as big as he is. The fuck.]
he meant to do that. it's not a slip in decorum if he can make it look 100% intentional. IT'S FINE. IT'S...
it's genuinely fine. he thought this would be fun and it turns out it is, even if they're still just loping over dewy grass, angling southwest. They should be reaching the river soon... ]
[We are just two happy little monsters roaming around in the dead of night with murder in our hearts. What's there to judge about taking a minute to enjoy life while you've got it?]
[She hops easily over the river. She's not exactly sure where they're going, but she's snuffling around for interesting pyg smells. Hmm hmm interesting! A bird preened itself here recently. She likes that. What is it about feathers that makes them so intoxicating?]
[ Angie's still in the 'figuring out what all this abruptly stronger sensory information MEANS' stage with scents, so he watches her snuffle, a bit mystified, before taking the opportunity to dip his muzzle in the running water. Some of that red around his mouth wasn't just his wolf form's natural pattern.
[ snurfs. tentatively, at first, then more interested. ]
Oh! So that's what THAT one is...
[ he drifts lower to the ground, still sniffing... takes a few steps in the right direction, but he also looks like he's already getting distracted. there's just.... so much information that's completely new to his perception.... ]
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How are you feeling tonight? Not all that frisky?
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I'm feeling pretty okay right now, actually.
I had a good sleep, and a long soak in the hot spring [hence why it took so long to find his note on the fridge]. I could go now.
[The sooner the better, honestly. She's feeling more shitty every day.]
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[ wolfcube's tail wags. ]
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Lemme get changed and I'll meet you out front.
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[ wolfcube, out. ]
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Where were you?
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The lakeside. I like looking at the moons on the water... almost hypnotic, if you gaze long enough.
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[She has also been doing a lot of that lately.]
So, tell me: how would you like to do this? When I go hunting, I generally cheat by using magic to make it as easy as possible, but I suspect that defeats the purpose in this instance.
What's the shape of this adventure, in your heart of hearts?
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I want to eat a puppet's face. That ugly thing it uses to wrest control of you! Pull it out of the wood like shucking an oyster from the shell!
And I think I know where to find one.
There's this mammoth pygmydillo that has to weigh at least a ton I keep seeing from the air, lately... it's not staying in their usual range. It moves strangely, and it goes to rest in a thicket, rather than a burrow!
I bet you a puppet's taken mastery of it. It'll fight like a bastard, not a boar.
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Lead the way.
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[By the next time he looks back at her, she's upshifted into her new black and gold be-wingéd body. Which is bigger, but STILL not as big as he is. The fuck.]
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he meant to do that. it's not a slip in decorum if he can make it look 100% intentional. IT'S FINE. IT'S...
it's genuinely fine. he thought this would be fun and it turns out it is, even if they're still just loping over dewy grass, angling southwest. They should be reaching the river soon... ]
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[She hops easily over the river. She's not exactly sure where they're going, but she's snuffling around for interesting pyg smells. Hmm hmm interesting! A bird preened itself here recently. She likes that. What is it about feathers that makes them so intoxicating?]
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...lifts his head up. shake-a shake-a! ]
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How did you take down the last thing you caught? Magic or nah?
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Magic.
...Some chasing.
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[sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffff]
Oh, I think I found something. I'm not sure if this is the one you were looking for, though.
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Which direction is it off towards? I'll be able to tell you based on that.
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Can you smell it?
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Oh! So that's what THAT one is...
[ he drifts lower to the ground, still sniffing...
takes a few steps in the right direction, but he also looks like he's already getting distracted. there's just.... so much information that's completely new to his perception.... ]
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[She just walks along beside him, smelling roughly the same things, pointing out interesting scents worth learning to recognize.]
This one over here is an ant trail. Sometimes you can find something interesting at the end.
And this flattened patch of grass is where a deer slept.
This is where a rabbit groomed itself. Can you smell its fur, and the clover on its breath as it licked?
[the world is full of LIVING THINGS!!!!!!!!!]
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