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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.
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In any case, he quickly looks to Callan, just to make sure he's alright. He sits forward, checking on the man's arm. Briefly, he does consider continuing but...
He remembers Wolfwood, how much he'd struggled when Vash came back different. He thinks about all they've been through over the last few months and... ultimately decides to pull back. If it were just up to him, if he would be the only one impacted, that would be one thing. But his partners need him, don't they.]
How - how do you feel.
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[It is very clear by Callan's tone that he... does not understand. Why would Vash do this? Aren't there easier ways than endangering yourself further?]
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[He's already waving his hands despite how he feels. His vision is distorting again, not fractal like before, but something different. Visions from new angles that he can't quite decipher. Oh boy!]
I just... wanted to try. If I could help people like this, it was worth a shot but - [He shakes his head. Whatever just happened, it wasn't good. And it easily could have been a lot worse, is the feeling he gets.]
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[W-well, maybe... maybe let's not do that, but Callan is climbing out of the well like he might try.]
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I don't know about eating him though. Seems, uh... Like he might taste bad! Yeah!
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Oh, huh, what a good point. He turns around and sits on the edge of the well.]
Huh! Good point! Guess I just gotta go for the murder, huh?
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O-or not even that! I don't know what, but... uh -
[He lowers his hands]
Let's focus on the smaller things first. Like uh. Clothes! How about that?
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Did you wash it out, or is it still there?
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Tryna turn it into a pearl, actually!
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How's THAT working out for you?
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