sheep_game | RITUAL 32 - never have i ever

WHO: you
WHERE: around the pasture
WHEN: morning 86

[so how are we doing, everybody? feeling a little more together? feeling a little furry, floaty, or both? well–don’t mind this newer Weed who’s just climbed up on a big rock, clapping his mildly bloody hands together to get your attention.

is that a new demon hovering around him? well–this might as well happen.]

‘Scuse me! I’m Father Argent, if we haven’t previously met. I know this is a little presumptuous and all, but it seems like most people could use a pick-me-up right now? So my friend over here and I have, well, arranged something. I hope you’ll indulge us today!

[and a little ripple of movement goes through the surrounding area, transforming it – the colours of this part of the pasture go pastel, and everything gets bubbly. rocks are now round and bouncy, the grass loses its edges and looks more like a carpet of fat succulents, fences look and feel kinda like pool noodles. you can bounce around without damaging anything, if you build up enough momentum, but even without doing that it’s just…nice to hang out on, soft and springy. there’s also some random clear spheres hanging here and there in the air, filled with small round crunchy snacks and drinks like popcorn, or pork rind and grain puffs, or gummies, or cold water, or weak beer. not enough to fill up on or really get drunk, but something to munch and keep you refreshed.

y’all are stuck here for a bit! and even if you’re not in immediate range or holed up indoors, you might feel the pull to come see what’s up – or simply be teleported into the ritual zone, in a bright popping flurry of bubbles.]

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How cheap.

[ says the guy who has been trying and failing to get cheap hits. he pops a bubble.

It's simple. Just a memory of a blue-haired guy with cat ears, speaking in such a way it indicates he's reciting something he'd read.

"A house receiving the rare blessing of the beast, Rose has always had a stubborn streak, but simply wish to spread their convictions to others." ]

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That just means I fit right in.

Now, now. Some of us aren't cheap, we're just limited-time bargains.

If that's what you want to tell yourself.

Konabos.

Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.

You're a terrible child. You're killing your poor Shepherd.

[ anyway pops a bubble. a memory of him hanging out with Lily in a white collar and lily aesthetic clothes appears ]

Who's a kid? I'm nearly of age.

Peony are my precious kiddos. Obviously.

Half of us are older than you.

[He's pretty sure anyway.]

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Very cheap.

[He does pop a bubble though. It flashes to a scene of himself and the rest of Bluebell (the original bluebell) surrounding the snake, and consuming a mysterious berry- before they all drop to the floor.]

[Hey what the fuck]

...What happened to you guys there?

. . . We died.

How???

The snake deceived Bluebell months ago and took advantage of our flock's kindness and willingness to protect others. It resulted in our deaths and the pasture facing a crisis.