sheep_game | Baa-trayal

WHO: Sheep
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: 109 afternoon thru evening

[It happened so suddenly--no matter where you were, even if you didn't get caught up in, you suddenly saw the massive, ghostly body of Death standing over the pasture. Whether you were in your barn, the cafeteria, exploring the meadow or forest, it didn't matter. You suddenly found yourself sucked into seemingly another realm, experiencing memories and feelings and urges that certainly did not belong to you. A ritual is being performed, but it was not caused by Weed or Sheep or Blossom. Not, Death herself called this one, in an effort to call attention to. . .something, who knows.

As you eventually wake up from the ritual--possibly with injuries or horrific memories, you will find yourself at the fountain.

Blossom, Stormy, and Lady are also there, soundly asleep. And also tied up. Death is tired of their shit okay.]

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Note: I'm setting this as 109 since the last game was 107, so there's two full days to back thread stuff yall might need if need be!!]

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[man he cannot do shit to boost mana

does touch the tip of his nose lightly to her shoulder after, grateful]

Thank you.

[She blinks, a little surprised Charon actually wants to touch her.]

[Haltingly, a little unsure of what to do, she lightly rests her hand on Charon's cheek, smoothing his feathers out in a gesture she hopes is soothing.]

Do you have a way of getting their souls back in...?

[nudges quietly into her hand, a moment's simple, animal seeking of comfort]

...I can try to move them back. It worked with the Lady.

If not, I will ask Death what to do.

[She continues petting him, then, gently preening out the dried blood on his jaws with her slender fingers. She's also discretely checking him with her eyes for anything that's visibly wounded or out of place.]

If all else fails, the fountain is here, too. I'll help in whatever way I can.

[But also, like. She thinks of him as way more capable than she will ever be. Lilies are scrappy. They can take care of themselves if that's what they want to do. She fully expects the best way she can help is to leave him tf alone, probably.]

[the feather/scales on his shoulder and chest are like highly disarranged in clumps like someone shot him or something lmao. he IS healed up though; she cannot smell any active/fresh bleeding]

We can see what happens.

Are you all right?

[She lets her fingers start carefully preening their way down his neck, hypervigilant for any tiny muscle twitch that might indicate he doesn't want them there. Personally, if anyone touched her anywhere remotely near her face or throat after a bad time, she'd rip that person in half. Humans are different about touch though, right? They're always grabbing each other when they're stressed. Total primate behavior. And Charon's still a human in there, right?? At least partly? Does he also like being touched when stressed? Does that still apply when he's no longer a primate?? She has no idea. She's navigating this by literal and metaphorical feel, ready to get the fuck out of dodge if it looks like he's about to snap.

'Cause like. SHE'D snap in his position, no question.]

Yeah, I'm perfectly fine.

I almost feel like I must have been in a totally different ritual than you all. If it weren't for everyone showing up dead, I might have thought it had all been just a dream.

What happened?

[it's sort of weird mixed signals, since the instincts are there, but so are human ones, and human control that's long been drilled to maintain itself against such things as natural fear. he is not relaxed; he stays wired-tight. but his fangs stay unbared, and his claws stay in the dirt, and in general he is just...clearly ENORMOUSLY upset, but not quite at the point of being feral about it, the gentle lean into her hand deliberate, something he is choosing to do.

maybe if another surprise round of baatrayal started under them RIGHT NOW that'd push him over the edge, but mercifully that doesn't happen. instead the touch steadies him enough that he can grate out an answer, like he's listing off a damage report to a table of generals]

For the most part I think we were experiencing similar things. Pieces of...the past, I believe; The Lady's, Blossom's, Stormy's. Memories and echos of them as they were. We also kept running into strange effects as we moved around the environment, and getting into fights.

At some point we entered a Nightmare Factory, and a nightmare came at me. After that...I became possessed with the notion that everyone I saw ought to die for their own good, and that I ought to go to any measure to make that happen.

Unfortunately, at that point my powers returned, and theirs had not. Minuet chose not to fight me at all, and Lethe was not strong enough to stop me.

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