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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!]

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What was I supposed to do, shut the door in your face?

You're stonewalling hard enough that didn't seem off the table.

Control freak.

You're really going to take every possible avenue to avoid telling me straightforwardly what's going on with you, aren't you?

[ yawns, stretches, layers the calmness enhancement back on as his head starts to throb ]

I could just curl up and take my proposed sleep, if that's what you want. I really am that tired.

You don't exactly look that energized either.

I don't get in that many physical fights.

Sleep if you want. I can keep anyone else from bothering you.

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Have it your way.

[ turns around, lays down. Enhance is still up.

... is Charon really gonna just stay here ]

[he has no idea what Yas is doing to himself and thinks this is a relatively peaceful interaction so

yeah he's just staying? how will he ensure no one bothers Blood Fiend if he leaves,]

[ Blood Fiend tries to wait it out. the enhancement he's holding on himself is just a nudge, a thread, nothing like the massive wall he'd had to replenish over and over against the birds. but this close to his limit, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours, the pounding in his head is getting worse and worse and simple nudge toward serenity is no longer enough, is it?

Charon's not going anywhere. when the spell inevitably withers and dies, he'll see. he'll never let this go. he'll blackmail him into giving an answer because he's a relentless, insolent child that continues to stick his nose in other people's dangerous business. fool. unless...?

with his back toward Charon, eyes squeezed shut, he reaches for the one thing even Charon can't escape — flock magnetism. his need to return to Lily. ]

[ it's too much. if Charon's paying attention, he'll feel a mental rope — clumsily woven, almost frayed — tug on his emotions for all of a second before dissolving into nothing.

Blood Fiend cries out. it's muffled, choked, a pathetic imitation of the piercing screams in his head and heart as the backlash comes to claim a fee long-overdue. his grip on Enhance snaps. his tail swats the air, desperately seeking a target, seeking something that will alleviate the painmistakemistakemistakethiswasamistake — but finds only the empty jar to his side. the jar wobbles, then falls, the smash echoing through the air as glass shards fly at Charon's knees. ]

[ Blood Fiend's tail jolts, the echo of the smash seeming to reverberate through his body — then falls limp. for the second time today, he's out cold. his nose is bleeding. his palms are bleeding. passive regeneration should take care of that, at least. ]

[in extremely clipped, precise tones, genuinely very surprised and not...a nonzero amount of angry, because even if he didn't feel some measure of outrage at Blood Fiend for pulling whatever this is, he absolutely did register that hateful yank on his emotions]

What on earth.

[BRUSHES BROKEN GLASS OFF HIS PANTS.

REALIZES HE CAN'T CALL A GHOST TO GET RID OF THE REST OF THE GLASS OR HELP CARRY BLOOD FIEND SOMEWHERE LESS DANGEROUS THAN THE WINDOW.

CONSIDERS JUST LEAVING HIM THERE.

SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO BLOOD FIEND]

[fastidiously sweeps up the glass first and like, puts it in a corner. he'll clean it up fully later after he deals with the rest of this but the lighthouse control room doesn't have a handy garbage can or anything

turns to YOU BLOODY IDIOT FIEND still slumped in the window]

[THIS FUCKER WEIGHS A HUNDRED NINETY POUNDS AND CHARON ONLY JUST STARTED ANY SERIOUSLY PHYSICAL TRAINING?! HE'S IN THE ARMY AND STRONG FOR A NERD BUT COME ON]

[what he wouldn't give for mindreading powers so he could pick through Blood Fiend's brain right this second and figure out what he was even DOING or THINKING here]

[he does know how to do a fireman's lift and carry but he's still cursing softly the whole time he wrestles Blood Fiend downstairs. he has to take it in stages. he was NOT built to carry jacked catmen, he was built to learn the most efficient way of getting people to kill people and then ordering them to do that]

[THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING STAIRS IN THIS LIGHTHOUSE AND HE HAS ABSOLUTELY STRAINED SOMETHING BY THE TIME HE GETS THEM TO THE COMFORTABLE BASE ROOM

ROSE WHY DID YOU MAKE IT SO TALL HE'S DECLARING A VENDETTA. A BESEIGEMENT. AN ANNIHILATION]

[DUMPS BLOOD FIEND ON THE COUCH. REALIZES HIS HEALING DON'T DO SHIT EITHER

RESIGNS HIMSELF TO PINCHING BLOOD FIEND'S NOSE UNTIL THE BLEEDING STOPS AND KEEPING HIS AIRWAY OPEN SO HE DOESN'T CHOKE ON IT

DON'T ASK WHY HE KNOWS TO DO THIS]

[wait a second. if Roses swallow their own blood from a nosebleed do they heal themselves? or do they need something else? he's never gotten the exact details on Rose healing.

makes a cube call real quick]

[presumably the nosebleed gets stemmed somewhere during this call.

good thing cubes are hands free so he can just--

]

Edited 2023-07-14 06:40 (UTC)

[just kidding. he's going to peel a glove off and use the bone knife on himself.

it's not the first time he's reopened one of the long scars along his lifelines, and it won't be the last.

tilts Blood Fiend's head a little further back where it's resting on the couch, letting the fresh blood trickle into his mouth carefully and keeping the cut open with a practised hand.]

[wipes the knife off where Blood Fiend's already bled onto his own clothes after, because he's still mad and feels petty. puts the glove back on.]

[SLAPS BLOOD FIEND AWAKE WITH HIS GOOD HAND]

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