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sticksandbones2024-02-29 05:32 pm
soundsurfing) wrote in sticksandbones2024-02-29 05:32 pm
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bark bark bark!!
Who: Beat + you
What: Beat says hi! Also WTF!
When: Leap Yeap
Where: The Network and the Grove
Warnings: lots of swearing, will change if more comes up
AIGHT YO who the fuck messed with the Fog this time it's fuckin BLACK I thought we was all agreed bout not messin wid it! weird as fuck even more so than when it was brown an no you cant blame me this time!! i aint do nothin!
[This is how this young adult writes I'm so sorry.]
but aight whatev so where is we this time like cool we get tokomuni talk wid each other still but this aint dyster
lest i dont think
it dont smell like it
i mean it kinda do like it got that whole death thing goin for it but it also dont smell like uh stale
oh right aint no usernames wid this its beat yo shadow gal said to write in it to say hi who all here holla at me or come find me im at a well?
also man someone bring me a bandaid i got fuckin bit by something in the forest i dunno wtf is going this fuckin event but i might zombie i dunno
[ After scribbling all over the network Beat will just continue to sit where he sat, which is on the well. That's right, he plopped his ass right on the edge of the well. Do you want water? Too bad, tell him to move. He will then unceremoniously stuff his journal into his pocket the best he can by rolling it up, and sniffing the air. That sure is a fucking large ass werewolf just sitting there, trying to figure out where everyone is by sniffing the air. So even if you don't see his bullshit in the journal, you might run into him if you're trying to get water.
Come say hi, he's a good boy. Even if you don't, the moment he zones in on your scent, he might be locking eyes with you. Even if he can't see you, if he can smell you he's going to stare.
It's fine, that tail wag says he's friendly. ]
What: Beat says hi! Also WTF!
When: Leap Yeap
Where: The Network and the Grove
Warnings: lots of swearing, will change if more comes up
AIGHT YO who the fuck messed with the Fog this time it's fuckin BLACK I thought we was all agreed bout not messin wid it! weird as fuck even more so than when it was brown an no you cant blame me this time!! i aint do nothin!
[This is how this young adult writes I'm so sorry.]
but aight whatev so where is we this time like cool we get to
lest i dont think
it dont smell like it
i mean it kinda do like it got that whole death thing goin for it but it also dont smell like uh stale
oh right aint no usernames wid this its beat yo shadow gal said to write in it to say hi who all here holla at me or come find me im at a well?
also man someone bring me a bandaid i got fuckin bit by something in the forest i dunno wtf is going this fuckin event but i might zombie i dunno
[ After scribbling all over the network Beat will just continue to sit where he sat, which is on the well. That's right, he plopped his ass right on the edge of the well. Do you want water? Too bad, tell him to move. He will then unceremoniously stuff his journal into his pocket the best he can by rolling it up, and sniffing the air. That sure is a fucking large ass werewolf just sitting there, trying to figure out where everyone is by sniffing the air. So even if you don't see his bullshit in the journal, you might run into him if you're trying to get water.
Come say hi, he's a good boy. Even if you don't, the moment he zones in on your scent, he might be locking eyes with you. Even if he can't see you, if he can smell you he's going to stare.
It's fine, that tail wag says he's friendly. ]
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[ It sounds like something the black hole static in his brain would say. Not Nanami, the other one. The one he knows he forgot. Tucking his arms under his head, Beat relaxes by the fireplace to continue drying. ]
... Ye, peeps pretty damn adamant [ he... he says it as adam ant ] 'bout not going into the forest. So... huntin' prolly gonna be off the table fer me which ain't good, but that jus' means s'much fish as I can get. ... Uh. I don' actually know a recipe for boolyababies...
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If he needs to eat certain things and doesn't have a strong enough food supply... mm. This could be dangerous, potentially. Whatever that other world did to him, it messed with him beyond comprehension. Beyond what even he is capable of, normally. He'll have to keep a close eye on things.]
Well, then, we'll just have to find enough fish. The last thing we want you to do is starve.
["Adam ant"... really.]
It's easy enough. Just start by finding tomatoes and seafood scraps. I'll help, if you like.
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Shouldn't be too hard, yo. Ima great hunter.
[ Except he's gonna find out about the whole river guardian shit and be like hm, you gotta return the bones. Sad.
Plus he's uh. Big dog. Fish are fast. He scratches his chin and closes his eyes, relaxing contently. Having Josh with him like this is just... home. He can pretend. ]
Tomatoes an' fish scraps, yo. Got it. Gimme a bit, then we can totally scrounge some shit up. I smell veggies in... I guess the kitchens direction? Prolly stuff there. Tomato and fish. [ .... ] Ain't that a gaysnatcho. [GAZPACHO.]
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[And it isn't even said in a sarcastic manner. The sentiment is completely serious. Beat is a very large, very... effective-looking dog. He's already seen some instincts at play. He can only imagine that Beat had no problem feeding himself in that other world.
Hmm. Does it count as cannibalism if you're no longer human?
"Gaysnatcho" briefly startles him from his thoughts, brow furrowing as Josh blinks and looks back at his companion. Gaysnatcho? --oh.]
Gazpacho. [It's a gentle correction, though there's a curl of his lips as he says it. Gaysnatcho...] It's close, but no. The difference is, bouillabaisse is French, contains seafood, and is served warm. Gazpacho is Spanish, is made solidly of vegetables and herbs, and is served cold.
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[ The tail wags a little, it's unsure if the werewolf is joking or serious there. He huhs a little. He knows he knows this but, it's not important enough to really remember. Dry enough he guesses, he sits up and begins to pull on his clothes. They're still a little damp but it's enough. His tail wags harder now that he's pondering food, his muzzle parting into a panting grin. ]
Uh... might need help wid like, removin' the bones from the fish cause...
[ He holds his giant paw hands out. There's no dexterity here. ]