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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.
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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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[Absolutely not a single bit of regret here.]
I won't eat you, though. You're too meatless and scrawny, like a reed.
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So you might eat anyone with more meat on them?
[Siffrin is suddenly glad Isabeau isn't here. That guy is 100% beef.]
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[Do evil things actually care whether or not someone says something is "bad"?]
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[This is a trap, Siffrin, do not fall for this. Callan has a laundry list of things humans have done over the millennia he's been alive to counterargument you with, don't fall for the trickster guardian's willes.]
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Not eat people? Like, ever.
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Even I couldn't eat a whole person fast enough to make than an efficient strategy. Human jaws don't unhinge, y'know.
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[A vague gesture down at the creature in the well.]
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[Except for right now, where he's in the well.]
I can shapeshift into something like you and have a tiny mouth if I want to!
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...Could you be something even smaller? Like a mouse? I bet you can't go that small.
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[He has certain limitations — he could be a bird but he can't fly, he can't exactly shapeshift to a saltwater friendly fish, he can't shapeshift and steal something else's powers... but he sure can be tiny. Siffrin will get to watch this amorphous creature turn into the tiniest version of... an octopus merman? It's kind of hard to tell, because he's about the size of a dollar coin and sitting on the edge of the well triumphantly.
A much tinier voice says:]
Ta-dah!!
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[Siffrin immediately tries to catch the tiny creature and trap it between his hands.]
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Then a tentacle tries to part his fingers so that he can look out upon the world from his dark enclosure. Wiggle wiggle wiggle! Nice and slimy, like a worm.]
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Siffrin makes a face at the slimy feeling, even through his gloves, but he turns and sets off towards...the general store? Maybe? This plan is admittedly a bit haphazard, but he's doing what he can. Time for an adventure, Callie! It's a fight the whole way there trying to keep the slippery little thing from squeezing between his fingers.]
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A tiny voice chirps,]
Where are we going!
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Just looking for something cozy, that's all...
[Still keeping a firm grip on the wriggly little thing, he scans the shelves. Maybe there's, like...a fishtank or something...? He doesn't intend to hurt the little guy just in case it is ultimately harmless, just...y'know. Perhaps find something to keep it in to better keep an eye on it.]
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Meanwhile, Callan starts singing a song, except he's too small for it to really be heard, so it sounds like a distant mosquito sound with a beat to it. Hooray.]
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Siffrin carefully sets the tiny Callan inside the fishtank before quickly closing the lid again.]
See? Homey, right?
[He even picks the fishtank up, carrying it back outside where the view is possibly more interesting.]
You could even call it a...mobile home?
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A mobile home! That means I can go anywhere I want!
[...he can already do this.]
I'm going to move this home everywhere! Thanks, little hat guy!
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Oh well. Too late, they're committed now.]
You sure can.
[In theory. If he carries the tank. Which maybe he will, if Callan promises not to eat anyone in exchange. For now, Siffrin just carries the tank across the grove to the inn.]
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Second house! Hooray!]
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