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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[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?]

[bloodypocket]

[Releasing a slow breath, he speaks again. It would do no good to allow this creature to continue wandering the plaza and contaminating the place.]

Follow my voice and I will lead you to the fountain.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen really doesn't have the means to argue. He follows Eyes like a giant oozy slug, leaving a trail of thick grey slime behind. Lovely, isn't it stranger?]

[bloodypocket]

[While Eyes doesn't much enjoy this task, he'd already committed to it.]

Move to your right and take several more steps forward.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen listens to his instructions blindly, hating it all the while. He hated this feeling of blidly relying on a stranger. And a rude one at that.]

[bloodypocket]

... The fountain is right in front of you. Go ahead and throw yourself in if you'd like. [While he stays and watches like the rude person he is. :|]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Don't think he won't.

In fact, that's exactly what he does. He throws himself in. Just to spite this guy.

If he drowns, he's totally haunting you. 8|]

[bloodypocket]

[Go ahead and haunt him all you like, the ghost of a foul-smelling man is hardly frightening.

If and when Zan'nen finishes mucking up the fountain, he can turn around and see Eyes dressed in the traditionally white New Feather pants, but wearing a coat with his journal tucked neatly under his left arm. And he may look disturbingly like you.]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[.... Disturbing would be putting it lightly. Jeeze, did his gene pool spread across multiple dimensions or what?]

Thanks. [Or whatever. You could've stander to be nicer about this.]

[bloodypocket]

[Eyes answers his thanks with only a nod, still watching him closely.]

Is the fountain enough for you to clean up, or do you need more drastic measures?