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⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 2
Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: October 7st - 14th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: The week begins as the time of the Animal Fair finally arrives! Meanwhile, the truth of this reality starts to be revealed, and forces both human and celestial alike attempt to take advantage of a rare opportunity.
Warnings: Individually marked!
When: October 7st - 14th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: The week begins as the time of the Animal Fair finally arrives! Meanwhile, the truth of this reality starts to be revealed, and forces both human and celestial alike attempt to take advantage of a rare opportunity.
Warnings: Individually marked!
BY ANY OTHER NAME↴ Tensions thicken as various supernaturally forces react to the events of the previous week. Something critical is afoot, and it's only a matter of time before things start coming to a head. It's time to find out more about what's happened to this world, and what will happen in its future. ► A NIGHT AT THE FAIR: From the night of the 7th to the morning of the 8th, the Animal Fair is officially in town. There is a top level down below with more information, though you can also RP content from this elsewhere if you wish. The host, who is very likely something called a Wyld Fae (if you discovered that ICly), will be present, but they will only be appearing to you of their own accord and attempting to track them down by force will be ineffective. Just kick back and relax! Fairs are supposed to be fun. ► THORNS IN YOUR SIDE: Culminating in a full fledged attack against the Sanctuary, it would seem that The Rose Queen is declaring war on the changeling population of Portland. Though the vicious attack of thorns against the safe house was eventually stopped, it wasn't without damage, and the black roses that caused it are still popping up around the city and threatening the places where homeless and lost changelings would be likely to congregate. It's obvious now that this is a serious threat - will it ever stop without an intervention? ► HELL ON EARTH: As Anath's march draws near, the first waves of her demons will be entering the city. Primarily acting as scouts and foot soldiers, these demons will be attempting to secure loyalty from the local demon populace, as well as taking out any angels they can manage to catch. It's a level of aggressiveness against heaven's forces that hasn't been seen for years, and it's a foreboding hint of things to come. These demons can be NPCed by anyone, and will mostly be thugs or manipulators who don't know much about Anath's plans but do know that you need to join their side. They are also rowdier than most of the demons in Portland, and are a threat to the innocent mortal populace as well, if they decide to try to get their kicks here. ► THE WIZARD POLICE: The Enlightenment Council seems to have demanded control of the local Circle chapter, and now backup has arrived. These mages are being sent out into the city as if they are a police force, and will be attempting to demand control of various common supernatural areas, as well as questioning community members that they run into. Whatever is going on, it seems to have resulted in the Council instituting what is essentially martial law... of course, not everyone sees any need to heed their demands. If you are a demon, warlock, or other rogue element, expect to be harassed or even attacked by them. These character can be NPCed, and if you need additional information you can ask the mods. |
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Pumpkin is out on a regularly scheduled stroll with Peridot when she picks up the familiar scent. It's one she's caught a faint whiff of on and off over the past few days, but this is the first time it's been strong enough to be worth acting upon. It's terribly exciting, exciting enough that (for the first time that Peridot can recall), she takes off suddenly, tearing up the sidewalk to search for the source, yapping her damn head off the whole way. Pumpkin can hear her owner's alarmed and infuriated shouting from way back down the street, but she doesn't pay it any mind. This way is too important! Peridot will understand when she sees what she's found!
Preceded by the sounds of something crashing through the underbrush, a tiny orange dog bursts into Steven's hiding place. Visual confirmation! Pumpkin starts to bark even more exuberantly and runs in frenzied circles around the changeling, bounding and bouncing and wagging her tail a mile a minute.
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The branches of the rose he was growing spread reflexively, their thorns lengthening as abruptly as Wolverine unsheathing his claws. It doesn't actually do much to stop the dog from running around, but its an accurate reflection of Steven's mental state - he's actively threatened by this tiny dog mostly because he has no idea what's going on.
"Sh-Shhh!" Steven hisses, still panicking a little and immediately concerned about what attention the dog will draw. "Stop it!"
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However, then he'll give and lean forward to very cautiously pat the dog's head, his hands still wrapped up in bandages from the iron burns he got earlier.
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Of course, then comes the approaching desperate, terrified yelling:
"Puuuuuuuumpkin! PUMPKIN!!!!"
Peridot's shouting at the top of her lungs, at least as much as she can get away with while she's also wheezing from sprinting and trying to catch up with her dog. She's terrified that she's lost sight of her, glancing to and fro for any sight of the little dog as she's gripped with that horrible pet-owners panic. Pumpkin has never run off like this on her, and she doesn't understand what the heck happened to cause such a sudden and drastic deviation in her behavior.
Of course, Pumpkin isn't running anymore, since she has found what she was looking for. She yaps again, trying to alert her owner of her location. SHE FOUND A FRIEND. OVER HERE.
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Random strangers, though? No way. It doesn't make a lick of sense, but anyone he doesn't know feels like they could be a danger. Steven swallows, panic rising in him as he tries to make a quick decision about what to do. Can he trust this dog's opinion of people?
Losing his nerve, he puts a finger to his mouth and whispers "Shhh..."
Please don't bring your owner over here, little dog. This scared bush child doesn't really want to be found.
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Unfortunately, Peridot already heard some of that initial yapping, so she's coming over anyway, the urgent tone in her shouting suddenly growing more hopeful: "Pumpkin! Where are you, girl!?" Please bark again, please bark again--
Pumpkin will not bark again. But she's also not going to go out to Peridot either, which means it's up to Steven to either reveal himself like the little dog wants, or, try slip away, and risk having Pumpkin follow him.
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Snapping under the pressure, he comes up with an idea that probably isn't very smart, but it's the only thing he can come up with under such short notice.
Trying to imitate the sound of Pumpkin's yap, he barks for the benefit of the dog's owner... and then immediately tries to slip out and around the other side of the bushes, to ideally get behind Peridot as she goes to the sound of the dog.
...Only to trip and fall onto the sidewalk in his haste.
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"I knew that yap didn't sound quite right!" she says, accusatory. "That was you, wasn't it?! Who are you, and why were you trying to imitate my--"
And then of course, the dog emerges from the bushes behind Steven, racing over to stand between the two of them and yapping excitedly.
"--Pumpkin!" Peridot shouts, overjoyed. She moves to swoop in and nab her, but the dog has already turned around to take advantage of Steven's prone position and is plastering his face with numerous doggy kisses. Then she looks back up at her owner, places a paw on the changeling, and barks a few more times.
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Realizing that Peridot is still there, though, he scrambled up and onto his butt, curling his knees and lifting his hands as if shielding his face - and, practically speaking, keeping Pumpkin from jumping all over him. His hands are still bandaged in white, with a tiny amount of blood peaking through now that he's fallen on the pavement with them.
Maybe since the dog is here now, this person will just leave him alone.
"I didn't do anything," he babbles out, pulling down his toque to cover his head more adequately. Nothing weird here, nope! Nevermind the little thorns growing out of his skin around his hairline.
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"YEAH? Well... good!" she says too loudly, and then trails off awkwardly. She feels a little bit bad that this kid is so spooked by her but, she's also not about to apologize or admit she was wrong? She'll just show him mercy by dropping the matter there. Peridot then moves in to make a second attempt at scooping her dog up, and once successful, straightens up with Pumpkin hooked under one arm while she frowns thoughtfully at Steven.
"Are you okay? It looks like you're bleeding a little bit..."
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"It's... It's okay," he says, after a moment. "I just hurt my hands a couple days ago..."
He's momentarily thankful that she can't see the bruising on his arms and legs, with the big coat. Though, a kid looking as sketched out as Steven is and being obtuse about personal injuries probably isn't the most reassuring thing to hear.
"I like your dog!" he bubbles out a moment later, as if that will help distract from his more general strangeness.
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Actually... She squints at the kid, in that way where you can almost see the gears turning in her head, but something still isn't quite clicking.
"Hey... Do I know you from somewhere?" It'd sure explain why her dog is acting so familiar, if she did.
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"Um..." He has to think about that for a moment. What's the right answer to give?' "Maybe? But... if it was more than a few years ago I probably don't remember."
Realistically you'd assume it'd be because he was like six years old then, but the real reason is much more complicated.
Hey can he touch your dog again.
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Peridot cocks her head; those gears are still grinding, struggling to turn-- And then her eyes fall on those thorns at Steven's hairline, really registering them for the first time and the gears click, and AT LAST she understands, everything comes rushing together TO FORM... the entirely wrong conclusion.
She gasps too loudly, eyes widening. "Oh my god," she says in a hushed tone, glancing up and down the street to make sure no one else is standing nearby. Then she moves a little closer and crouches, expression intense. "Are you also, a werebeast?"
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That idea makes him sad. How much of his life has he lost? He remembered his dad, at least, but even people like Matt had...
Wait, what?
"Werebeast?" he asks back, though he does know what that is at this point. It got explained while he was at the Sanctuary. He has no idea where she just got that impression, but it also sort of does him the favour of letting him know she's a werebeast, even if he isn't. "N-No? I'm just..."
He tugs down on his hood hoping it will hide whatever she sees about him that makes her think that, and looks away. Only for another thorn to visibly pop up on his cheek bone, reacting to his stress.
He flushes even more deeply, startling and trying to cover his face in his hands.
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“Hey! Hey. It’s all cool, 'dude'. You don’t have to hide anything from me,” she says, though her tone is probably more patronizing than reassuring. “I’m an old hand at this stuff. Let me guess: You still haven’t quite figured out how to master your transformations yet, huh.”
She's very convinced of this theory of hers. Meanwhile, Pumpkin simply cocks her head at Steven, whining quietly with concern.
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Meanwhile, Steven is peeking out between his fingers, looking pretty darn confused. He's not sure whats she's talking about at first, because he's obviously not a werebeast, but then it starts to occur to him whats he's implying.
"Well, no, but..." He trails off, tugging on his coat as he wraps his arms around himself. "...I'm not like you."
He wants to tell her that he's a changeling, but he can't manage to make himself say it. What if she gets mad?
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“Sure you’re not,” Peridot says smoothly. “Every werebeast is different, after all... except for the ways in which we’re not different. Like with transformations! Everyone has trouble with them at first, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”