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returninghope) wrote2011-09-22 07:25 pm
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Regret 008; [Action - Afternoon]
[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. ]
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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He bends down and tries to rinse off his fingers in the water so he'll have something clean to wipe his face with. Unfortunately, the water is nearly as murky as he is now.] Hnn.
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So it was a different name he goes by? she seemed to have met him when.. he was smaller? turning to Kaori, he decides to venture a guess as to why.] Perhaps it is the Malnosso's doing, don't worry.
[He directs the next statement to Zan'nen.]
We should try to find a better place for you to wash off. the lake, perhaps?
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Are we going to go swimming, too?
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The lake? ...I guess that would be better. [Although right now, what he was craving the most was a steamy hot bath, with soap. Lots of soap. Although the clean up would be inconvenient even in the best case scenerio.]
And maybe you can go swimming if I don't muck up the lake too much, Kaori. All right with you Frey?
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[By which he means it is September guys it's going to be cold. Suck it up like a man Zan'nen.]
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Then again, she shouldn't be in water for too long anyway. But she's not going to mention that to either of the two just yet, she didn't get very many opportunities to go into water.]
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And he wasn't sure, but he could guess these clothes buried beneath the filth were ruined. Not that he was going to change in front of them, but... It'd be nice to have close by when they were done.]
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[Oh no, Kaori. Zan'nen's dealt with little sister's before, and he can sense that excitement a mile away.] We're not going to turn this into a shopping spree. A change of clothes and that's it. We can go shopping for real later.
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Frey. Go get her a snack or something. Cookies, or whatever. I'll... try to wash up.
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While they were gone, he tried to scrape at least most of the surface muck from his person, so that he didn't dirty every room he stepped in with a pile of the stuff. It was hopelessly caked in his hair, and walled to his clothing, but at least his face and hands had become somewhat recognizable, and most of the excess was now floating in the fountain. Ick.]
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Looks like we might need to get you to the lake afterall, then.
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Rikuto, why are you so dirty?