And Callie was a goner

[sticksandbonesmods]

Who: Callan & You
What: The Lake Guardian escapes gay baby jail I mean prison I mean the lake—
When: Forward-dated 7/31
Where: The Grove
Warnings: usual Callan warnings apply, so this log will probably mention eating people & violence, as well as Callan's usual shapeshifting to have too many limbs/eyes/etc.


The fog wall imperceptibly rolls back after everyone arrives back on dry land, back to the safety of Aldric's Grove, where the scary wet creatures cannot get anybody anymore.

Well. All except one scary wet creature, who realises with a start that the fog wall is passing over his head, stopping in its roll-back at the opposite edge of the lake. Which means he's free. He can leave the lake.

Finally.

Thus does this half-corrupted Thing haul himself out of the lake on long, spindly human limbs and scuttle through the woods, making a three-day journey in the record time of about four hours, plowing over trees in his wake. And when he arrives at the Grove, he still doesn't stop moving; a blur of black is all anyone will see, a strange shape in the daylight, as Callan skitters forward and then pitches himself into the well.

...

Anyway, good luck with that, y'all.

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CRYPTID HARASSMENT ZONE

[sticksandbonesmods]

This is where you can tag Callan directly.

If you want to set up your own TLs/mingle on this post, please make a separate comment so I'm not drowning in the notif sea. TY :)

[mooninthewater]

Bold of you to assume Mizuki isn't going to just throw himself directly into the well to submerge in the water, too? Moder is gonna have to fish the both of them out eventually, but, uhh, Mizuki is here! He's waving at the guardian enthusiastically!!!! Hi! You're here! You're not in the lake!!! That's so exciting!!!

If Callan will let him, Mizuki's absolutely going to give him a hug.

[sticksandbonesmods]

[Callan loops Mizuki in his noodles and hugs him with them :) very tight :) while he's clinging onto the edge of the well :)]

[mooninthewater]

Yaaay!!!! Hugs!!!! Mizuki does a very quick, basic sign of "Are you OK?" to him, hoping that he can at least parse some of that, somehow. He will use his own noodles to hold on so he can use his hands to try and communicate.

[sticksandbonesmods]

[I'm going to say since Callan is legally a deity that he has universal understanding of languages so yeah, he gets it.]

I'm doing great, Little Sea Creature! A new man!

[Callan homie you are literally still Corrupted.]

[oleaeuropaea]

[Well, after all the hub-bub and greetings have died down, Vash is going to get an idea. A bad idea.

So he approaches the fish man, holding a... Is it offensive to bring a bunch of fish? Because he is! Food is a great bribe for Vash so clearly that's the case for everyone.

Anyway...]

Uh... Hey, buddy. Got a minute?

[sticksandbonesmods]

[Two sets of eyes look at Vash over the well. They perceive him. They perceive the fish.

His jaw unhinges and a gecko-like tongue shoots out and grabs the fish.

He swallows them whole. :) ]

I have all the time in the world now!!

[oleaeuropaea]

Riiiight.

[Listen he may not have all of his memories back but he does have the really stupid ones. Like remembering removing the corruption from the tree and wanting to try it on a person.

Callan is person shaped enough, right?]

I just need your hand real quick. It shouldn't take more than a few seconds, I think? Maybe?

[Should he be doing this in his current state? Probably not. Here he goes anyway.]

[sticksandbonesmods]

[He is... as person shaped as he's going to get, because he won't stop slightly shapeshifting. Now he has two eyes again. He unfortunately has the personality of a feral court jester, so:]

Which hand do you want? [He holds up his left hand.] This hand? [He holds up a second left hand.] Or this one? [And then a third left hand.] Pick a hand, scruffy guy!

AAAAAAAAAA

[purevanillacookie]

[ You know that high and mighty cow, asshole? The moment Callan steps himself out of the well?? The moment he makes himself a easily reachable target?

Blind Monster Rage finally settles over Pure Vanilla and he races to close the distance. And he doesn't even bother transforming, just this aggressive stick of a Sheepaw who quickly closes the distance with shocking speed and

well

headbutts Callan with every ounce of his monster might. He doesn't pick a particular spot. No. He just simply. Straight up. Rams his head into whatever spot he can.

Callan should be thankful he ISN'T a cow, as his horns aren't shaped for goring. ]

not here

[lilyberation]

(



should. should she say something? step in? pure vanilla never chooses violence.


but then. if pure vanilla has chosen violence. perhaps it is valid, actually.

she will watch from the porch with tea. )

[sticksandbonesmods]

[Well, Callan goes fucking flying several feet back, thanks minotaur strength! He is a spindly, scrawny fucker, so it's not hard to launch him.

What's more difficult is to get him to back off. As he scrambles back to his feet to recover, he takes a good, long look at Pure Vanilla. Looks at the horns, the hooves, the stance...

Slowly he starts to transform his features to exactly match that of Pure Vanilla's, except he retains that blue patterning to his skin and black hair and that primary set of horns, despite growing a second pair.

Cow. :)

Anyway watch out he's running forward to headbutt you back—]

[purevanillacookie]

[ Of course, Pure Vanilla in his right mind would be absolutely horrified over what he just did, but that Pure Vanilla has taken a step out for this moment. He's grocery shopping. Mad Sheepaw is in control and he digs at the ground with a hoof, watching with his eyes wide - he can see you asshole "Deities" all glow it's kind of pretty but he'll never say as much to this jerk - and then lowers his head to meet that headbutt horn to horn.

It's rather loud, the crack of horns meeting. Sounds sort of like tree branch snapping. The impact slides Pure Vanilla back several feet, but thank god he's a Minotaur cause while that does give him some neck pain, he withstands it. Oogh that'll hurt later. But right now, Pure Vanilla digs his hooves in, grits his teeth, and pushes to try and force Callan back.

Rude! Jerk! Meanie! EATER OF BABIES. ]

[sticksandbonesmods]

[They are truly locked in a stalemate right now. Pure Vanilla pushes, Callan slides a little bit before pushing back and regaining ground... he's not used to doing this with his neck, it feels a little funny. At any time, he could probably pick this man up and yeet him with a noodle, but he's not doing that. He's only half-sure why they're headbutting at all. Hm.]

Mad about Shrimp Ceviche, huh, Old Cow?

[start_again]

[....ok so they definitely jusy saw something big and black and fast zoom across the grove and dive into the well. That's something to be concerned about, right? Siffrin is definitely concerned.

They inch carefully towards the well, listening for the sounds of whatever it was that jumped down there in case it's lurking just inside waiting to ambush anyone that comes by. When they finally reach the well, they very cautiously lean over to peek inside.]

[sticksandbonesmods]

[Siffrin doesn't see anything. It's dark down there, like the light just stops at a certain point. It's very odd.

...

From the middle of the amorphous mass of black, three lights suddenly appear. Two of those blink at Siffrin just before a Cheshire grin spreads across the blob.]

Boo!!!

[start_again]

[Siffrin startles, possibly making an embarrassing sound as he jumps back but he'll never admit to it. When he returns to peek back over the edge of the well, it's with a narrowed eye and his dagger in hand out of sight at his side.]

Very funny.

[They do not sound all that amused.]

[sticksandbonesmods]

I know!! I'm hilarious!!

[And then Callan cackles and shapeshifts more into the form of a man... you know, still with his blue skin and all but he looks more like a person.

A person with tentacles, which are clinging to the insides of the well. Listen, it's fine.]

You smell new. Different! Like sadness and confusion.

crashes in kind of late i will not miss cryptid time

[ghostharasser]

[What in the great googly fucking moogly was that]



[Dipper spends a solid forty seconds with his face pressed against the window of his Inn room before he decides he is ABSOLUTELY going to go out and see what that thing was. He is armed, he is holding the azure pine in spear-mode in one hand while he approaches the well.]

[He's holding a salt shaker in the other.]

crashes in even later hey hi

[sticksandbonesmods]

[Callan props his snoot up on the well and takes a deep whiff of that Dipper air. Smells like teen angst.

Ooh, and salt!]

Are you gonna salt me like a slug?

[ghostharasser]

Maybe. Are you an entity of unknowable horrors that needs banishing?

[He’s sentient though. How are his vibes? Are they atrocious? Malevolent? Silly?]

[sticksandbonesmods]

[His vibes are "unwashed fursuit in the rain" mixed with "circus clown" or maybe "court jester".]

I'm an entity of unknowable horrors, but I don't need banishing. I'm a reformed entity of unknowable horrors.

[myceelium]

[ Oh? Hubbub outside? Jade quickly vacates the inn, magic pen in hand upon hearing the rumbling. He just barely catches as a blur of black skitters right into the well.

How exciting.

He doesn't step close enough to peer down into the well or anything; he understands how potential ambush predators work, given that he is one. But he does call out from a reasonable distance. ]

Hello?

[sticksandbonesmods]

HELLO!!!!

[that's it. that's the tag.]

[myceelium]

Oh, hello!

[ This would also be the tag, but Jade is polite. ]

I'm assuming you're the Lake Guardian, yes? It's a pleasure to meet you.