Regret 008; [Action - Afternoon]

[returninghope]

[Good afternoon Luceti, it’s a beautiful day isn’t? There’s nothing that could ruin this lovely day in the square. Absolutely nothing, am I right?

Not even the giant, mountain of six-foot tall, icky, mud-colored slump of sludge trying to worm it’s way to the center. Or that absolutely foul smell that seems to be emanating from it. The creature, whoever or whatever it is, is lurching towards the fountain, leaving a trail of the oily, thick substance behind it. It doesn’t seem to be able to talk, and when it tries, there’s the faint sound of sputtering, coughing, and perhaps a bit of gagging going on deep in it’s center.

Unfortunately, there’s not enough water in the fountain to wash all of that scum away. Care to lend a hand, citizens?]

[ooc: Zan’nen’s come back from his kidnapping cosplaying as a Grimer! Just kidding. (Although that’s a simple way to put it.) He’s come back covered in nasty, sticky sludge. It’s not poisonous, although the smell is terrible. It’s layered on so thick, he’s about twice his normal thickness, and quite a few inches taller. It also tastes terrible... Eww. ]

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[falenandawn]

[Frey had been spending the day out with his tiny charge when he spotted the sight in the center of town.

And what a sight it was. He isn't even sure what the thing is but he knows it's disgusting and smells horrible.] What in the world.....?

[tinyjasmine]

[Said tiny charge is clinging to Frey's hand, like she has been ever since Mithos came by their house all sad. She needed that emotional comfort and closeness! And taking walks was nice, but the plaza had been starting to smell really funny after a while, and it was starting to hurt her nose...!

Then Frey calls her attention to that... thing in the center of the plaza, which of course makes her shriek and cling to Frey's legs tightly enough that he could lose his balance. What in the Sorrows was that thing?!] Mister Frey!

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[The shrill shriek makes the thing turn his head towards the noise, for a moment, it ambles towards the noises, sputtering and gagging, then shakes it's big head, (sending splatters of muck everywhere) and resumes the trek towards the fountain.

It was gross in here, dammit.]

[falenandawn]

Ah-! Don't worry, Just stay close to me. [stepping in front of Kaori and gripping his weapon, eyeing the blob warily. Is it some sort of monster?]

[tinyjasmine]

[Who cares if it's some sort of monster it smells!!]

Plays Jaw's theme. |D

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Okay, now that is definitely a familiar voice. The blob turns what we assume to be it's head again, and sharply lurches for the pair.

He's damn sure that's you, Frey. Help him~!]

eeeep!

[falenandawn]

[POKING THE THING WITH HIS WEAPON not attacking just yet, aren't you lucky Zan'nen?]

|D

[tinyjasmine]

[Well while you're poking it Frey, Kaori has decided that she is going to be her usual curious self and RUN STRAIGHT INTO IT.]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[The weapon comes into contact with something solid inside, and the thing jumps. That hurts, whatever it is, and the giant pile of sludge begins to shudder and shake as the boy inside coughs. Then he's pushed back by something tiny and full of force. Frey, what are you doing to him?

He doesn't know what the hell is going on here, but it doesn't feel good. Blob-man is on the retreat, heading straight back towards the fountain. Kaori may or may not be accidentally stuck going with him.]

[pridefulfists.livejournal.com]

Do you need help?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[The blob that is actually Zan'nen would've liked to reply sarcastically, the amount of ooze in his face made it impossible. Swallowing his pride, he tries to nod and move towards the voice.

However he really can't hear that well and walks in the opposite direction. Whoops.]

[pridefulfists.livejournal.com]

W-wait a moment!

This way.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen can't tell if he knows this person or not, but they sound helpful enough. Meh. He doesn't have time to be picky, he'll follow this guy's lead and head in a different direction. Hopefully towards him this time.]

[pridefulfists.livejournal.com]

What's your name?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[There's a kind of hacking sound, as if the person beneath forgot for a moment that there wasn't any sort of free space for him to speak into. He got a mouth full of that sludge. Ick.]

[pridefulfists.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen took the jacket gratefully, and tried to clear his face first. He can't tell you how relieving it is just to be able to breathe again.]

Don't apologize. There's no need.

[Ugh, this towel was kind of scratchy.... Oh.] Guess I owe you a jacket.

[bloodypocket]

[... Well, this is not the first thing he wanted to see once he managed to make his way into the village.

So he is simply staring. Staring all the way.]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Stare all you like, other purply-silver-haired bishi... thing. This one can't see you to make any sort of comment right now. Watch him trip over that bush over there. Yep. Welcome to Luceti.]

[bloodypocket]

[Thanks to your damn trip, some of your filth got on his bare feet. That is Not Appreciated.]

... Pathetic.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Alright. That is one thing Zan'nen does hear.

He lurches to his feet angrily, and swings a muck-covered arm towards the voice. Your comment is very much Not Appreciated. He didn't deal with this filth for weeks on end to hear how pathetic he was when he came back.

If he even was back, that is.]

[bloodypocket]

[Eyes is able to avoid the worst of the muck flinging about, but it still hits too close for comfort.]

What do you think you're doing?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't think he's doing anything. He's trying to hit you. Unfortunately, in this condition that is extremely difficult.

... You know what random cruel voice? Forget it. You're distracting him from getting clean. MOVING AWAY.]

[bloodypocket]

[OI foul-smelling bishi monster thing, you're still heading toward him.]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[WELL THEN HE'LL HEAD TOWARDS HIM UNTIL HE RUNS INTO HIM. Jeeze. It's not very smart to leave the avoidance to the person with no open senses available to him, is it?]