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sticksandbones2024-07-19 09:51 am
sticksandbonesmods) wrote in sticksandbones2024-07-19 09:51 am
And Callie was a goner
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.
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.
AAAAAAAAAA
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
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. )
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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—]
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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. ]
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Mad about Shrimp Ceviche, huh, Old Cow?
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[ He thought he couldn't get any further upset. Then Callan opens his mean mouth and he realizes yes. Yes he can. ]
You rude! Inconsiderate!
[ Listen, Peepaw doesn't swear, and he's struggling to come up with something that isn't Felicity-distasteful, so he just angrily bleat!s instead, brings his arms up and grabs the other's shoulders. Twists his body to the side as he ducks his shoulder down. Pivots his weight low and under to try and toss Callan.
There's a problem with horns, however. Slide your head just so and look at that, they're tangled. Pure Vanilla doesn't notice this until he goes to throw Callan with all the fury his Minotaur anger gives him.
And almost damn near snaps his own neck as the momentum jerks him off his own feet with their horns tangled the way they are. It's very not graceful, and instead of throwing Callan he just kind of body slams them both to the ground. Where he will lay there. Winded and dazed.
This is why he is not a physical fighter. ]
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He lays on the ground with Pure Vanilla, winded and laughing, because this is all extremely funny to him. Sorry buddy, enjoy that barking, watery laugh right in your ear.]
Are you done now? Did you get it out of your system? You want me to throw you next?
[...yeah he... he's not taking any of this seriously, is he.]
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Oh, do hush.
[ He continues to lay there - this is his lay of shame - shifts his head back and forth to try and unhook his horns, unless Callan wants to shapeshift again. ]
... I apologize for my outburst. It was uncouth of me...
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So it is out of your system!! The Little Sea Creature told me I could eat whoever I want, but I suppose I can make one exception because you're so funny. I won't eat the Little Shrimp from now on.
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Mizuki.
Child, you're going to give him a migraine. But maybe there's a way to offset that... ]
I thank you from the deepest parts of my heart for your consideration, but may I ask that if you must eat someone, you get their permission first?
[ Look at him asking so sweetly, as he eventually finally sits up, rubbing his neck cause ow. He's feeling it, Mr. Krabs. ]
I know some may agree, and that way you are not springing it upon someone who may have loved ones upset. Such as I.
this one i have to cw for body horror because callan is this way.
Is that how you people do it these days? You ask first? So weird! I'm used to just singing and people throwing themselves at my tentacles.
sir. cw body horror still cause
[ He double takes at what he's seeing, then very gently reaches out... to put his hand on Callans face in a very no i don't like that manner but also to try and... uh... turn it right side up again. Sir, please. ]
But this way you get fed, and no resentment is built. Your uh... face... my friend...
cw: it's still body horror
I fixed it!!!
[He did not. Also how are you talking right now you freak—]
Deal, Old Cow, I'll ask people before I munch, but only because you're so funny.
SIR cw body horror cause this is prolly i mean its callan so...
Thank you, Callan, that is all I ask. I know- Old Cow?
[ He stops trying to pick the goop of Callans face free from his hand. ]
I'm a Sheep!
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Is THAT it? I thought sheeps were much littler?