RITUAL 32 - never have i ever

[manwhofelltoearth]

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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Comments

[throughbamboo]

Heh, could be talkin' out my ass. Maybe it just ain't happened for me yet.

[failsaver]

I'm onto you, old man.

[throughbamboo]

Ya think ya are.

Y'got a name yet, kid?

[failsaver]

Nope. You?

[throughbamboo]

Nue. Clover ain't given ya a name yet?

[failsaver]

'Nu-e'. . .

[ that name does not fit your looks, sir. ]

Mm-mm. We didn't get to talk much. [ looks sheepish. ] I spent most of the day memorizing the clinic records.

[throughbamboo]

[his bro gave it to him :(]

All that shit in the book, eh?

[thoughtfully] Tell me 'bout yourself. Maybe I can come up with somethin'.

[failsaver]

[ yes all of it. is that weird? ]

[ anyway, his eyes widen. ]

You'd... do that for me?

[throughbamboo]

[he tilts his head]

Sure. Can't have ya runnin' around without a name.

[failsaver]

[ starts tearing up silently ]

[throughbamboo]

[wait what]

. . . oi . . .

[failsaver]

[ WELL NOW HE'S JUST EMBARRASSED and also... still tearing up... ]

I... I'm sorry, I don't know why I...

[throughbamboo]

—nah, don't be sorry. Ain't nothin' wrong with it, just - surprised.

[failsaver]

[ wipes his eyes on his sleeve. grins sheepishly. ]

Well... adults try to kill me on sight, for one. For being haze-touched.

...

[ remembering that Nue has no idea what that means -- ]

Having... "powers", I guess.

[throughbamboo]

[oh, well. That explains some things]

Just for havin' powers?

[failsaver]

And for stealing.

But mostly the powers.

[throughbamboo]

Stealin' what?

[failsaver]

Y'know, the usual. Food. Clothes.

Gleamstone.

[throughbamboo]

Ah, clothes'n food ain't a big deal. Gotta do what ya gotta do; did the same thing when I was your age.

. . . dunno what a gleamstone is, though.

[failsaver]

Huh. What'd you call Decay wards, then?

[throughbamboo]

I guess - decay wards?

Dunno what those are either. Don't really got powers'n magic where I'm from.

[failsaver]

...? The Decay ain't magic. It's the Decay.

[ it is magic ]

[throughbamboo]

Ah. Well, still stands. Ain't got no Decay either.

[failsaver]

That's crazy.

[ somehow this is more shocking than anything else he's learned in the pasture. ]

... I guess this place doesn't have it either. But I thought— I thought that was 'cause it's god-adjacent and all.

[throughbamboo]

[he's picking up on that]

Think this place is off playin' by it's own rules. Dunno if it's god-adjacent, really.