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CW don't cannibalism open inside

WHO: Thistle and friends who like bad choices
WHERE: Thistle barn
WHEN: Day 60, after the game

[Thank goodness that ritual is over with and you can all come home to rest and relax. Right.

Ignore the crashing sounds from inside and whole bunch of purple sheep raining out from the window. They land in a pile on top of each other and are fine. Only one has a bloody handprint smeared across it's wool.]

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[oh, that's. That's really not good.

He purposely makes some noise as he steps into the kitchen, bad idea sneaking up on him]

Hey, Yata -

[his head whips around lightning quick, staring at Tyr with wild, manic eyes. The fish is dropped, forgotten immediately as Yata stands, his scarf growing into claws that zip straight for him]

[fuck. He quickly dodges to the side, putting the table between them. But the gun is getting put away because - hoo, he's going to need both hands]

—hey, it's me, calm down!

[The scarf misses, but it's still coming at him, and Yata is advancing trying to jump over the table]

I called.

I called I called I called I called I called where were you I called.

[he can't even get out an answer, he has to try to dodge again - but there's not a lot of places to dodge to in the kitchen and he's only human fast. What are your claws doing with this grandpa they have?]

[his claws are dragging him forward into biting range so Yata can try to take a nice chunk out of him]

[Yata will get a nice bite of leather and forearm as Tyr brings an arm up to try and at least hold him back from biting anywhere else. The other hand is grabbing at one of Yata's arms to try and hold him back, too]

—shit—I'm sorry, I'm here now -

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[That is not the delicious flesh he wants!!! Yata's arms can be grabbed, one of them shifted into a three fingered black crow claw at some point with talons still trying to scratch into him.

But more threatening than Yata's arms is his scarf, which is squeezing tighter around Tyr and the large skeletal bones pierce into his chest]

You're here - I'm so hungry, give it to me, give it.

[bones piercing and talons are bad - he gasps out another curse and abruptly lets go of Yata's arm, his hand moving to his hip]

Y-You can't eat me. Taste bad, remember?

[there's a click and Tyr drops something down beside them, jerking his head to look away just as the flashbang explodes with bright, blinding light]

[That is unpleasant! Shrieking, bringing his hands up to cover his face. Yata's claws are semi-sentient so can keep moving on their own, but without his direct influence they move in a much more frenzied way.

The good news is they are no longer trying to squeeze the life out of Tyr. The bad news is they are now whipping about slashing at anything and everything, quicktime event mash X to wriggle free and dodge the chunk of the ceiling they just smashed down]

[oh fuck quicktime event, MASHES THAT X BUTTON

As he wiggles free he gets a leg up in between and kicks Yata - not to get away so much but to get him out of the way of the piece of ceiling, so that when it falls its between them, it's hopefully not on Yata either!

He gets some claws in his leg for his efforts, but he keeps pushing himself back, towards the kitchen entrance again]

[The ceiling falls on neither of them, because Odin nyooms right on up and holds it up with his gravity manipulation. He's using his one good arm to do this btw, his other arm has been punched a few times to stop the bleeding but is still pretty useless rn since Yata took a big chunk out of it.]

Tyr! Stop him!

[In that case Yata will get sent sprawling across the kitchen for nothing. He's still disorientated, pushing himself up onto his knees and shaking his head trying to clear his vision. With both of them back towards the door they are momentarily clear of the scarf claws wild lashing.]

Come back - come back, help me!

[this kitchen is gonna be a bitch to clean later. But hey, at least Odin is here to help!]

Go get more of his ice cream!

[the only way to stop him is to give him what he wants, right? Tyr forces his jacket off and scrambles across the kitchen, avoiding the claws to get right up close.

As he gets out the last of his plea, Tyr just shoves his forearm right into his mouth]

[Well okay. Odin sets the chunk of ceiling down carefully before running along the remains of the ceiling to get to the freezer. Time to yoink out every bit of ice cream he can find and throw it towards Tyr and Yata.]

[Completely ignoring ice cream to CHOMP TYR'S ARM, DELICIOUS!!!]

[YOU HAVE CHOMPED ON A GRANDPA, HE IS IN FACT DELICIOUS what a liar.

He grits his teeth hard not to yell since that really fucking hurts, but]

Is t-that enough?

Don't let him eat you, he already took a chunk out of me!

[He is still on the ceiling btw, and is indeed missing a chunk from the arm that's hanging down limp.]

[No he wants a second bite, swallowing the meat down and going for more. It's not quite enough, he's still so hungry, he wants it he wants it he wants it.

But it's a want now.

It's not the frenzied desperation, he's not quite snapped out of it yet but the insatiable craving is being sated. If Tyr isn't fighting him then Yata seems to be calming down, his scarf reels itself back in and settles into it's normal dormant form, cradling Tyr's arm in his creepy crow claw like it's something precious.]

You told me to stop him!

[and this is the only thing he can do that isn't resorting to frantic phone calls or violence.

Tyr isn't fighting back so much as he's prepared to keep Yata from eating more of him, but when the scarf turns back that's - good? That's good, right? He stares down at the claw holding him and slowly, touches it with his free hand]

Quietly:]

Yata - ?

[Yeah, he's contrary like that. He wants Yata to stop, but he also doesn't want Tyr to get hurt. He winces when he sees Yata take that chunk out of him and eat it.

But now Yata isn't as frantic, and Odin holds back on shouting anything else until he sees what's happening. Is Yata coming back to normal?]

-!!

[Stills as the last bit of flesh slides down his throat, staring with sudden horrifying clarity at Tyr's arm]

G...Grandpa...?

[he doesn't pull away, but his shoulders do slump a little in relief. His other hand pats his - is it still a talon, w/e]

All right now?

[Oh good, that sounds like Yata.]

You back?

[It's still a talon. Looking between Tyr and Odin and the missing chunks in their arms, and oh no here come the tears]

You - y-your arms, you gotta - doctor! You gotta go--!

[he gives the talon a little tug, gently but pointedly]

I'll go once I'm sure you're all right.

[and then he tips his head back to look up at Odin to try and see his arm]

Are you all right? If you want to go ahead to the clinic -

Yeah, I already punched myself a bit, so it's okay. But are you okay?

[oh my god fine grandpa turns his hand back into a normal hand and then YELLS, BLUBBERY]

I don't wanna eat you anymore so both of you go to the clinic right now!!!

[what!! His kids are the priority, wow.

But he does finally let go so that he can push to his feet, trying his damndest not to wince too obviously]

Okay, okay, we're going.

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