sheep_game | WOOF TIME

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WOOF TIME

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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[a twitch of an eyebrow]

I could simply take our forces and invade your pasture fully. You all seem safe enough there, I'm sure our survivors would be as well.

[headtilt]

The protections would crumble immediately if you tried to take it for yourselves by force. I wouldn’t risk it, if I were you.

Why do you insist on fighting us, when cooperation could bring you so much more?

Why?

[he spreads his arms. LOOK AT HIS OFFICE BRO]

You've all been nothing but thorns in our side. Yes, I admit to striking first, but only after finding you cretins crawling around our territory, and watching those miserable sheep refuse to help until now. And not just us--there were several other smaller pastures in dire need. We helped them, not their precious prince.

In fact, if you're so sincere, why isn't he here now?

He was physically unable to come. And while we are not denigrating your efforts, as you said: you struck first, and at those who had been recently dragged into the situation against our wills, no less.

[in fact—]

If I give you an honest and more thorough answer as to why Prince Stormia is not at this meeting, would you take it as a sign of good faith? The words are not mine, so you cannot accuse me of twisting my perception of the situation to our pasture’s benefit.

. . .

[eyebrow raise]

While you could simply lie. . .sure. Let's hear it.

I swear on the house of my True Name that none of what I do now is meant to threaten or harm you. So I would appreciate you not attack me.

[takes a very deep breath in and then lets it out, dwindling back into a human with the exhale. reaches—slowly!—into one of his coat pockets, to retrieve the handheld voice recorder he carries

if CEO doesn’t like, shoot him for doing that, he’ll walk forward and place it on the desk, sliding it over]

Spare me. If I were going to attack you, you'd be dead already.

[u don't know if he has a gun!! (he absolutely has a blick in his drawer)]

[but does just. look at the recorder. looks at charon. still mostly hung up on how the fuck did this sheep turn into a dragon he definitely has not always been a dragon,,

but picks up the recorder and hits play.]

[there’s some dead air, then the sound of a deep anxious breath]

“O-okay.

Um. As most of you might know already, I'm, I'm not a sheep. I'm a wolf! But not even that, I'm half demon. My father, the Wolf King, re-married after his first wife passed--that was Ceo's mother--and didn't know he was marrying a demon. Ummm, some stuff, happened. Like, really bad stuff, and he had to destroy her and it put him in a really bad place. Ever since then, both sheep and wolfkind have been way more wary of demons, and stopped relying on them for bargains, and have been trying to use dream magic as more of a more uuuuuh predictable way of getting stuff done. Some people, like me and other priests, still know how to summon them for rituals tho.

A-anyway! I did. . .lie. . .cuz I wanted to live in the pasture for a while and well, you all know what happened. Father went crazy with grief, and I could have come clean, but so many people got hurt, I thought it wouldn't be fair for me to just go oops!! Sorry!!! And get off with everything. Cuz, I'm technically a princess!! They weren't gonna punish me or anything y'know???

S-so my plan was, before coming clean, was to restore EVERYTHING back to the way it was! Retrieve the souls of the dead, helps those afflicted by the King's curse, reverse all the damage, and then. . .whatever happens to me. . .can happen.

That's still the plan, but.

My mother, the Mother of Demons was revived, and I can feel her coming!! Last time she tried to take the souls of all of wolf-kind, and this time I think she'll try to take yours. So!! I want to stop her!!

And, and.

I don't know how, but if you all would help me, I'd be appreciative forever.

. . .

Also I ate Stormy's soul to keep him safe, he was just able to walk around like normal as long as I was nearby and he didn't really know about it til recently. Aside from his deal with the Earth Spirit, it's probably why his memory is so bad.

Also also sorry for possibly killing Miss Lady you are very lovely but also mean but you did not deserve all that.

D. . .did I miss anything.”

[his ears perk STRAIGHT UP, muzzle wrinkling as he holds back a snarl]

This. . .is the voice of that sheep, the one responsible for this mess. Of course she's still alive.

What on earth is she talking about? Just feeding you all lies? And how--does she know that. . .?

[raised eyebrows]

At this juncture I’m wondering if she’s magically bound you not to be able to tell who she is, entirely separately from sealing off your real name.

She’s your sister. She isn’t dead. What reason would I have to craft this to somehow fool you? If I wanted to lie to get you on our good side, don’t you think I’d have come up with something less outrageous and likely to rile your temper?

Why didn’t you ever look in her book before you gave it to Clover?

You know about that. . .? [Clover!!!!!]

They exchanged the book for the body they stole. The body I have. That's my sister.

I couldn't open the book because there was a magical seal over it. Every time I opened it, it appeared as gibberish to me.

. . .

[wait shit why would that--]

Oh my god.

She can change bodies freely. She left hers and entered that of the Lily priestess engaged to Prince Stormia, and made…

[weary gesture at the voice recorder]

A mess.

I sincerely hope you are better at handling your romances than your sister is.

[please hold as everything starts to click into place and he's like

]

People have died,

So many.

[DEEP....BREATH]

I don't. . .can't understand it.

What if I had killed her?? What if Father had caught her?

This is absurd.

Please tell me you are better at talking sense into her than we are. I do not actually know how to convince her to not truly off herself along with every other demon or demon-adjacent in this realm as the ideal solution.

This is a heartfelt entreaty. We are all so tired.

Given she has apparently been moonlighting as a fugitive sheep for the last few centuries, I somehow doubt she wants to talk to me.

Why, I don't know.

[and, a little frown, hurt. He taps at his chin.]

I didn't realize she developed a sense of self hatred. Troubling.

I believe she put it as…’her mental health cannot take any yelling from you right now.’

HER mental health? She thinks she has problems?? Our father is a natural disaster! My people are starving!

[points at naythan sleeping in a little basket like an office dog]

My partner is a zombie pony! What does she even MEAN?

[HUFFS]

When. . .you return. Can you tell her to come home?

Edited 2024-09-26 23:37 (UTC)

…

She did see the world go to hell and know herself as the cause, these past centuries. I know it has been harder on you in many ways, but—

If you try to be kind to each other, it may help. I’ve never seen someone so determined to bite off more than they can chew, with the best of intentions and the worst of outcomes.

That said. I can ask her, but I don’t know if she would listen. Is there something of yours I can give her, to help convince her? Or another message in your voice that I may carry back?

Edited 2024-09-26 23:45 (UTC)

. . .

[he takes the device, and hits record.]

I'm sending the body back.

Please come home.

[he places it back on the desk]

[inclines his head in a small bow, taking it]

Thank you.

Perhaps if we succeed in our efforts to bring your father back to his senses, things can finally start looking up for all of you. And all of us, too.

[tiredly looks at him like sir my sister is a manufactured war criminal apparently puppetting the flesh of others.]

Mm.

[it’s hard to stay 100% mad at the guy who kidnapped your boyfriend when you realize he’s been trying to direct the equivalent of a war siege refugee zone for like 500 years not knowing why it was happening

he’s only like 20% mad now]

My sympathies, sir.

My companions seem to have covered the points about the actual material deals we wanted to make with you, so I’ll wait until you’ve concluded with them. I’m willing to guarantee what they propose, if you need that from us as a group.

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