Counting Stars

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Sheeps
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Night Post Game 77 / Morning Day 78

[DID YOU GUYS HAVE A FUN GAME? ARE YOU FUCKED UP? WELL GET IT TOGETHER

or not, maybe you just need to sleep. have some sweet dreams. This can be a dream mingle or a reality mingle, I'm not the boss of yall]

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closed

[adorabrawler]

[ It's nighttime and... Spinel has passed tf out on the couch in Clover's sunroom. Looks like somebody got too comfy while reading. Well, that just happens sometimes. ]

Re: closed

[wooliefrand]

[man wish i had a sun room to pass out in.

But hey, sweet dreams! She's currently in a field of clovers, just relaxing watching the clouds go by. Her pipe is next to her and it looks like she just beat down a pile of demons because of course she did. She deserves to bask in her victory!!

. . .though, it's starting to get cloudy. Nothing too ominous at first, but she starts hearing something in the distance.]

I know this place. . .

[adorabrawler]

[ Into dreamland we go...

At the moment, nothing feels off about this scenario—sometimes a dream feels normal while it's happening, no matter how strange it may be. So, the demons are down, and that's good.

—But a voice? She looks over, but then, decides to sneak over closer to the voice. ]

[wooliefrand]

[The voice is coming from the fence! Which dream sheep are hopping over. Get it, counting sheep?? But anyway. . .

Weirdly, on the other side, there seems to be a door. The voice is coming from it. But it seems hesitant.]

If it this is it, will I find them. . .?

[survivaltricks]

[HAPPY LATE NIGHT PASTURE!!! some mysterious shadow is just casually sauntering out of the woods, hopping over the pasture fence and meandering back into town. he holds a Shepherd's crook propped against his shoulder and walks with a slight skip to his step. he appears to be in a great mood!!]





[he also appears to be a bit beaten up, with bruises and dried blood spotting his knuckles and cheeks]

Huh. . . so nothing burned down while I was gone.

[adorabrawler]

[ This should be weird, but dream logic, yo. A door is here and sure, that's happening.

Spinel hops the fence, as she is wont to doing, and just like. Knocks on the door. ]

—Hello?

[doggonemad]

[ he's smoking in Clover's pasture, leaning against their fence, but does a double take at the . . . newbie (???). ]

— since when did Thistle have a shepherd?!

[pictureimperfect]

[RUNNING TACKLE!!!]

[leonheartedly]

[wow, this is some great timing]

—about time you got back.

[wooliefrand]

[--!!

a slight gasp, like they're surprised, but they say nothing else.

What does she do]

[survivaltricks]

[with a COMPLETELY straight face]

I emerged from the bud of an acorn tree just five seconds ago. I'm a child of the woods.

[. . . gives him a salute in greeting]

[adorabrawler]

[ Like any reasonable person would do, she opens the door. ]

[survivaltricks]

[!!!!]

[SPREADS ARMS WIDE and catches him in the tackle, spinning him around]

Aha. . .! I've got a Yata!

[survivaltricks]

[he has NO IDEA]

[perking up when he sees Tyr, picking up the pace to approach him]

Sorry I'm fashionably late. I had to make sure Loki was properly supervised.

[doggonemad]

Oh yeah, makes perfect sense.

[ is he buying it or not, we just don't know.

he is giving him a onceover with his eye, trying to determine if this is yet another Thistle he needs to start jumping randomly. ]

[pictureimperfect]

No, I've got you!!!

[CLINGING]

[survivaltricks]

[I AM LOSING IT. I mean he looks like he just walked out of a fight so. . .]

Oh. I'm glad you agree.

Anyway, I'm Lupin.

[a grin, and he rocks forward on the balls of his feet]

How long have you been here?

[rugpull]

[leonheartedly]

[LOOKING HIM OVER when gets close is he very beat up or just a lil scrap beat up]

Can't let him get into too much trouble on his own, right? Is he still helping out?

[survivaltricks]

[CLINGS IN RETURN and ruffles his hair. is he still a plant btw]

Oh, yeah. That's more accurate.

[with teasing amusement]

Help, I've been caught by a Yata. . .!

[doggonemad]

Hannya.

[ takes a drag of his cigarette, then nods to himself, like his assessment's been made. what is the result? don't worry about it. ]

'Bout . . . two weeks now? Somethin' like that.

1/2

[wooliefrand]

[just as she turns the nob, for a split second, something appears before her. It's sheep-like, but angelic, with wide glowing eyes as bright as both moons in the sky. It speaks only one line as the door opens.]

Wake, child, you are in danger--

[survivaltricks]

[LI'L SCRAP BEAT UP. he looks like he won tbqh]

Yeah. He is. And he's got Melody with him, too.






So she'll keep him in line.

[hm sure hopes she does not kill him while Lupin is gone]

[secondbornsun]

Huh.

Speak'a the devil.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . METAPHORICAL TAIL WAG]

[opens arms!!!]