sheep_game | She wants to face it. You want to fight it. But I don't think I want either of those things.

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She wants to face it. You want to fight it. But I don't think I want either of those things.

WHO: Bluebells and assorted interlopers
WHERE: Bluebell barn
WHEN: Day 34 early morning forward

[ Last night, six dweebs left to go find their Dear Deer Husband. The next morning they are coming back: very tired, and little bloody, and MOST OF THEM sprouting tiny green shoots and wildflowers from everywhere on their bodies.

Like you do. ]

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[ THUMBS UP!!!! ]

[ Finishes jotting down his own notes and

places a group call to Perci, Styx, and Lethe:

Bluebell was in a weird secret mist ritual, and Minuet's only talking to the shepherds about it. I don't know what the outcome of the ritual was, but I know they saw a couple of memories from a.."Jim Deer" holy beast...and something else that may or may not have been the wolf king?

He's not taking any follow-up calls about it. ]

That bitch is not getting away that easily.

Why do you think I called all of you?

Noted. Will return after ambushing the target.

[ The cube flashes a thumbs up at him ]

[SHOOT PERCI MESSAGE]

Might be holed up in his dumb damsel tower.

I can fly you up.

Lift would be nice, thanks.

( minuet you better be ready for boyfriends x2 )

[ HE'S BUSY WITH IMPORTANT SHEPHERD BUSINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just kidding, a head pops out of a blanket burrito incredulously. What the fuck are y'all doin ]

Edited 2023-09-25 01:16 (UTC)

[well, Perci's carrying him up so there's that fun sight of Wolfwood in the arms of ~~an angel~~ Perci.

and then he's pointing at Minuet]

Ya look like shit.

( genuinely concerned, worried; he pushes the door open. )

Thank god you're here and whole...

[ He sits up, the blanket falling around his shoulders in the process. It's enough to see the teeny tiny plants sprouting all over him(??). His hands are also hella burned, but he seems find beyond that. ]

Here we see the two different kinds of people . . .