WOOF TIME

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Altruistic Sheep and/or Shit Stirrers
WHERE: Pasture and Elsewhere
WHEN: TBD

[It's time for some NEGOTIATIONS.

-Inventory!
-Gen Mingle!
-Fountain!
-The Gates!
-The City!
-The Office!
-????


Ooc: NEGOTIATIONS/DONATIONS POST!! idk when this is happening we'll figure it out. Comment to a header and we'll FIGURE SHIT OUT AS WE GO though note--no one can comment to the City/Office until you get past the gates!

Please note there's no super rush i'll be taking my time since work is a lil busy but goal is to have all this wrapped up by the 25th!]

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GEN MINGLE

[wooliefrand]

[A PLACE TO TALK AMONG YOURSELVES HERE AT THE FOUNTAIN AND/OR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY WHEN YOU GET THERE]

[dragon group]

[endsjustified]

[Charon is, predictably, a dragon again. presumably whatever food was in Lily’s barn has already been shoved in Muffin’s bag

with that taken care of, he’s slinking around the fountain and shifting his wings to get the makeshift harness on him settled properly before any people get on his back. his staff and a couple of other objects are strapped to one side of it so please don’t step on those climbing on]

Re: [dragon group]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[admiring dragon]

[electricflock]

All good? Going to fly in that?

[sorting through his bag to doublecheck everything's packed and organized]

[endsjustified]

Mm. I'm not going to be any good at catching people if they fall off, so it was necessary.

Yourself?

[electricflock]

Smart idea.

Have everything in bag. Um, and can be bigger whenever I want now, so can carry someone too if you get tired.

[endsjustified]

It should be all right, unless the distance is interminably long. But I’ll tell you if I’m starting to flag.

[electricflock]

Is nice of you to give them ride.

[he doesn’t really get why anybody’s riding anyone. maybe they’re doing to for fun, that’s nice]

[endsjustified]

They want to be in and out of there fast, so…

[a little shrug]

It’s practical enough, I suppose.

Re: [dragon group]

[wants_the_phd]

[before becoming a blood blort]

Did you make... riding gear?

Re: [dragon group]

[endsjustified]

A bit haphazard, but it will serve for a short trip.

[it's a bit of a messy makeshift arrangement, but it at least provides a broad layer of leather and pygmidillo shell that keeps the razor-edged feathers along his spine pinned flat even if he gets startled. there's also enough strappage for people to tuck under and hold onto so they don't go falling off, especially if he has to fly.

it's not as hard to cobble as one for Azdaja's usual zmeu body, since he doesn't have much in the way of spikes that need to be worked around.]

Hopefully it's not too uncomfortable.

Re: [dragon group]

[wants_the_phd]

It doesn't look it. Not for us, anyway.

You look soft.







[///]

May I pet you?

Re: [dragon group]

[endsjustified]

Mm. Just not along the back of my neck; you will cut your hand.

[bends his head to her so she can do her thing, though]

Re: [dragon group]

[wants_the_phd]

[She reaches up to pet his neck. Her hands sink into his feathers.]


You are soft!

[SPARKLING LOUDLY]

Weird question, but if you shed any feathers, could I have some? I could trade you some scales or something. Or food? Apples? Pine apples? Do you like those?

Re: [dragon group]

[endsjustified]

[he’s sort of interestingly soft and not, since every feather has a little rounded scale core that’s firmer than a traditional feather shaft]

I would be fine with a trade of scales, if you have spares. I did shed some after the initial transformation, but they’re back in the barn.

Re: [dragon group]

[wants_the_phd]

[pet pet pet pet!! mmmmm pleasant tactile experience]

When we get back, then.

What size scales do you need? What will you use them for?

[locked to angie, briefly]

[wants_the_phd]

[When it gets closer to departure time, Az and Angie discretely slip away behind a tiny woolietown building, checking to make sure they weren't followed and that nobody is watching.]

Alright, let's do this.

[RUBBING HER HANDS TOGETHER]

Ready?

Re: [locked to angie, briefly]

[finalbows]

[ flicking his hair back over his shoulder so that blood doesn't get on it ]

No, now get it over with.

Re: [locked to angie, briefly]

[wants_the_phd]

[Without saying another word (but clearly thinking many internal evil cackles), she starts to liquify into a waterfall of blood. But before said blood can even hit the ground, it flies forward like it's being sucked into a vacuum, and the vacuum is every orifice in Angie's face. It slithers in through his eyes and nose and mouth and ears and it's wet and squidgey and, frankly, horrifying.]

[AREN'T YALL GLAD THIS IS HAPPENING WHERE YOU CAN'T SEE]

1/2

[finalbows]

[ he knew exactly what was coming but turns out being on the other end of this is the WORST, WOWEE!!! ]

2/2

[finalbows]

[ his vision's blotted out by red, then darkness, and then he blinks until he can see again and the first thing he thinks is, huh

this feels different than the other times someone's inhabited his body with him. unique.

he can't help but touch fingertips to his face, anyway, to check that there's nothing left. rivulets of blood crawling over his skin and now it's clean.

she's here. ]

Yick.

[wants_the_phd]

[When he touches his fingertips to his face, his fingers curl, unbidden, to press the points of his nails against his skin.]

Right~? It's the fucking worst, isn't it.

[Theoretically this is her second time being in Angie's body, but the first time while he's actually been in it. If there are any traumatic memories of being put in -- and then being torn from -- his body the last time, perhaps they're being suppressed right now. Who can say.]

[Anyway, his hair has probably turned jet black or something to indicate she's in here. For now, she's just taking stock of what this body feels like. What she can and cannot smell, or hear, or see. His tail is curling into an invisible @ shape]

[finalbows]

[ first obvious thing to note: his senses of smell and hearing are sharper than the iteration of his body she'd oh-so-briefly had a layover in. Wolfish. sight's about par for a human. woolietown sure is colorful when you pay attention to all the little tones!

Oh, that vague soul-sense and seconds-perfect internal clock came standard with her own function ball, though, so it's not exactly new, but still novel. That part of him seems healthy. No more ragged edges. Perhaps a sensation of a well-healed scar. Job well done.

Her point of view is, of course, now hilariously high. There's a tension leaving him as the moment of takeover gets less fresh. He's not relaxed, in the slightest, but... it's sort of like the moment after plunging into water you kmew would be ice cold. He's adjusting to the new circumstance.

(and cheating with his rose power to tamp down on the obvious fear this inspires, but he can only get away with that for so long before they're in the mist) ]

[wants_the_phd]

[But his fear is so delicious, though! (She could always jack it up with Rose powers of her own, but it's just not the same when it's artificial.)]

[This is already much better than the last time she was in his body (presumably). Not just because of the overall improvement to his senses, but because this time he gets to be the one stressed out about it instead of her. Also, she's not being actively subjected to violence. That counts for a lot.]

Well then. Shall we go ride a dragon into the wolf's jaws?

[finalbows]

And for you, it shall even be twice in one day.

[ some brisk steps forward as his tail straightens out behind him, and the sensation of some of his grossly huge reserves of mana lighting up into action--


and Az will from the inside experience the troll physics spell combo Angie uses to fly.

One (1) Float spell, easy, simple, covers the body with a membrane of mana that feels kind of squeaky in a soundless way, absolutely shit for fine control and makes one bob around like a kite

cast like an afterthought in combination with the swell of wind-flavored magic that is going in so many directions at once it's like he just upended a cup full of beads on a hardwood floor. ]