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[imblue_dabi_me_daddy_die]

WHO: Anyone
WHERE: Everywhere, but near the Big Fence
WHEN: Just before sunset.

[Life has been SLICING in the pasture, good shit!! It's also been getting a lot warmer. Well, it is summer(?) spring(?) there is no calendar here don't worry about it.

But there is some SIGNFICANT heat coming from a portion of the fence and--oh. oh no. Is that Patches? Is he setting the fence on--yeah he's setting the fence on fire. Is anyone surprised??

As soon as the wood burns away, mist begins pouring into the pasture, forming into foggy, wolf-like beast. It snaps up the first sheep it sees, shaking it like a ragdoll and leaving it a messy pulp before looking for bigger prey.

But that isn't the only issue. More mist is still pouring through the broken fence, but. . .it's not forming wolves. It's just creepily, quickly, spreading across the pasture.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL. So anyone who had those friendship stars? They begin to jingle just as the fence breaks. Then they float into the air. . .and shoot off. They're not so fast that you can't follow them, however, and they're heading to outer meadow.

SO WHAT'S HAPPENING?

1) STARS. Wanna ignore this shit and follow your star? Do so here.

2) But for real someone should probably deal with the FENCE and WOLF before Patches lets more murderwolves in.

3) Ain't got time for either of that? Away from the nonsense! Cool! The mist is still creeping about. If you happen to inhale or walk through or otherwise come in contact with the mist, you'll experience on of two effects:
A) Prey - You are suddenly overcome with emotion and extremely clingy. You want someone to comfort you-you might cry on them. You might hug them, begging them to stay with you. You just want someone there with you.

B) Predator - What is this IRRITATION. You're fussy, you're in a sour mood, and you want to know where YOUR PEOPLE ARE. You find yourself being far more protective than normal and snapping at anyone who you deem a threat, or at anyone who doesn't want to be yours.



OR YOU JUST COMPLETELY MISS THIS, IT'S FINE. It's just one wolf! How hard can this be!]

Comments

POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[beathollow]

( hey guys whats up in the pas-



YALL GOOD?

aka, post-everything convergence, if you feelin it. )

[shortforever]

[Waves

The red marks on his hands are almost completely faded away but they're still visible for just a tiny bit longer.]

Where'd you guys go? You missed the fun.

[beathollow]

( she's assuming those are injuries- )

Ah- do you need a heal? But, um. Do you remember those star stickers? Earlier this week, they turned into golden charms of a sort. And when the chaos started, they flew off into the meadow past the fence. We went to investigate...

( notably, there's a small gem on her collar beside the bell now. it... looks like a green heart with a small bit missing. like an apple with a bite taken out of it. )

What happened up here? I- honestly I figured we'd have plenty to do the fighting, but...

[shortforever]

Huh? No, I don't need healing. The fence broke and a couple mist-wolves got in and caused trouble, but we took care of 'em. But then a giant snake ate Patches.

What'd you find when you went investigating?

[beathollow]

But- your hands...?

( she's clearly missing something! but. well. hm- )

We found a mural about how the pasture used to be. But only shepherds can read the text accompanying it... When we touched it, our collars changed though.

( everyone's did. wild. )

[catposting]

[ looks like Sonata has this handled, but he'll eavesdrop for the info ]

[shortforever]

[Hi blood fiend]

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[catposting]

[ he'll eavesdrop a bit for information, but Blood Fiend is casually avoiding eye contact with anyone. after a while, he'll attempt to slink unnoticed back to the lighthouse.

for anyone that happens to be watching (why would you?):

he looks unusually pale, even for him. Clover's good luck had kept him from passing out mid quest, but now that it's wearing off, he definitely uh. looks exactly how you'd expect someone who'd just fried their mind with emotion magic overuse to look. brow furrowed, breath slightly ragged, shaking a little...

also he's in angel cosplay again, halo and angel wings thanks Daisy.

anyway bye surely nobody will perceive him ]

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[beathollow]

( get perceived idiot

by which i mean, sonata's been keeping a cautious eye on him since they descended to the mural. she watches, almost expressionless, before turning and heading towards clover.


she is only gone for a few minutes, before she returns and, while no one's looking, presses a jar of iced lavender tea into his hand. )

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[catposting]

?!

[ he blinks, automatically accepting the jar out of surprise more than anything. ]

Sonata? Why —

[ even his voice sounds weaker than usual. minus the adrenaline and good luck buff, he sounds like he's talking through a massive migraine. ]

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[beathollow]

You look like you're sick. But it's too warm for hot tea. ... It should help you rest. So...

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[endsjustified]

[Charon was probably still semi-congregated with other Lilies in the aftermath, but obviously a big group coming back in would get his attention, and one of them looking obviously worse off is notable, when it's pretty obvious the rest haven't been in combat...

so of course he's catching up to him a little way out from the rejoined groups, frowning.]

What happened to you?

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[catposting]

[ instantly reaches for Enhan— no i'm kidding he's not that dumb

deadpan, voice notably lacking his usual energy ]

I held hands with Minuet.

[ how is Charon lookin ]

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[endsjustified]

[kind of the opposite of Blood Fiend but not in like, the pepped and chipper way? instead he looks like he just got some hard and unexpected exercise: hair disheveled, sweat at his temples, a tinge of colour in his face. the normally clean lines of his neutral coat and clothing are in disarray; he moves like he's rather tired, but not like he's injured.]

Dreadful. I can see the toll it took on you was great indeed.

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[featherduster]

[ Well now that Business™ is concluded, we can return to leisure activities: heckling Blood Fiend. ]

You look like shit, by the way.

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[catposting]

[ can people stop perceiving him ]

Thanks?

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[featherduster]

I mean, you did even before all that happened, so it probably wasn't just all the friendship that's the problem.

Re: POST STAR SHENANIGANS...?

[finalbows]

_{[ ...bends down to a little patch of pasture this is still slightly on fire. scrutinizes it. ]}

...huh. Slight notes of... ^{dragonfire....?} _{That's not how Patches' normally feels like...}

[fishfearme]

[Loitering near the scene of the crime-! No, actually, he just feels kind of bad that his attempt to help literally blew up into a firestorm and is puttering around stamping out his lingering embers, so he's around to overhear the mutter:]

Ah, my apologies. This was my fault, not Patches.

[Just ignore him quickly ambling over to snuff out those flames....]

[finalbows]

_{[ eyes go to the bell, first. lily, new, calm monotone demeanor slowly failing to obscure a blazing divine inner light that makes angel devil's weak sinner soul tremble as it draws closer and closer as New Lily wastes no time coming to stomp out the flame in front of him-- haha, hold on. ]}

...

_{[ give him a second. ]}

2/2

[finalbows]

<sub>[ in the hushed voice of someone who's just seen the divine ]

A dragon in human form...</sub>

[fishfearme]

[There's just a very long pause where Byleth simply stared at him like this: because what the hell is a 'dragon'...

(the staring, hilariously, didn't blip as anything weird. Everyone stared. He was staring right now! This was normal social interaction (no it wasn't, Byleth Chronos))]

...excuse me. You're in danger of being burned.

[He decided it wasn't important, and stepped closer to stamp on a bit of stubborn fire. Puffs of hot ash wafted up from his movements, and this close it was clear he was almost coated with a thin layer of ash... from all the fire... it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest, though.]

[fishfearme]

[SADLY STAMPING OUT THE LINGERING EMBERS FROM HIS MIST WOLF + FIRE SPELL = INFERNO MISCALCULATION... he messed up and is very aware he messed up.]

Oh... [He noticed her!] Please mind your step. There're areas of hot ash that may burn your feet if your soles are too thin.

[beathollow]

( aaaa picking up the end of her tail even though she doesn't actually have to but like what if she's careless. she still knocks things over with it sometimes- )

Goodness. It looks like Patches was thoroughly handled...

[fishfearme]

Handled is... one way to put it.

[He not only was shot, but he was shot three times and then disintegrated. Patches had been well and truly handled.]

But he cannot claim responsibility for all this destruction. Some of the fault was mine... hence why I'm attempting to mitigate the damage.

[By stamping out the still burning embers. It's something!!!]