⇨ GREYSOL

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 155 - Day 169
Where: Greysol
What: The carnival resumes its tour, this time heading to Greysol, a city tied deeply into the fabric of the multiverse. Here, everyone has an animal companion from birth that is the second half of their soul - and thanks to the Ringmaster, so do you. (Remember, joysweeper is our guest event runner for this location, and location specific questions should go to them.)
Warnings: Individually marked!

THE CITY OF GREYSOL↴ The carnival arrives in a manicured park in the center of a big city that sprawls out along where the river reaches the ocean. It’s spring, early enough that nights are chilly, warm enough in the days that people and their souls savor the weather, and sometimes shelter together from the rain. Greysol was designed from the bottom up to accommodate the human-dæmon bond. Go out and see! ► THE SHAPE OF YOUR SOUL: The dæmon-forming spell kicks in at about four in the morning. Most characters will wake up with their souls in some small form, curled against them. Even if they were awake, they became dazed and unfocused while their souls were being drawn out of their bodies and have little memory of how it happened. Until that evening every character's dæmon is able to change shapes, and children and some teens will continue to do so. Most will settle on their permanent forms by evening. Characters without dæmons will just look on, and the few who are thousand-pound bears have to handle being really big. ► IT’S GOOD TO SETTLE: Elaine Tavis Aracari, sixteen-year-old daughter of two actors and a moving pictures sensation herself, just ‘settled’ - her dæmon Tavis stopped changing shape - as a stunning blue peacock. Settling is a major coming of age milestone and celebrated as such in different ways all over the world. She and her family are throwing a massive party in the central park and inviting the public to join in! Enjoy easy access to free catering, live music and showings of moving pictures, and displays of mostly trivial magic. There are also form readers from across the country setting up booths, happy to accept a small fee to inspect your dæmon’s settled or most favored forms and tell you what they mean. Is there anything to these analyses? Eh, maybe, but they’re flattering and fun. ► WITCHING HOURS: Characters who are clearly witches for this event will often be assumed to be in town for a lover, and people, witches and not, may want to know who that is. Humans usually regard them with wary respect and interest. Real witches living with their human families or on business quickly suspect that something’s up, but without clear and present danger take a relaxed wait-and-see attitude. Wait for long enough and any possible decision will come around again, they believe. There isn’t time to learn much witch magic, but witches, real and carnival-made, have an inherent power: the ability to fly using branches of “cloudpine”, an attractive soft-needled tree common in the park. Witches usually ride large branches as if they’re steeds but can use even short sprays, and you’ll probably see the few witches in the city coming to the park to do so. Why not try? ► BEAR PUN: Human-panserbjørn relations have historically been troubled, but have warmed in the past century. It’s the 65th anniversary of the breaking of the Siege of Bertin, a much-mythologized time when Spectres flooded Greysol and a company of panserbjørn arrived and directed efforts to get the survivors out of the city. A statue is being erected and many florid accounts of the story are being told. If you’re in a panserbjørn shape for the duration of the visit you will probably get thanked and celebrated by people trying to hide their nervousness of you. Expect someone to ask if your dæmon would be a human - it’s a common supposition. ► KERNER ISLAND: From the harbor you can see a wooded island. Although there are no rocks to speak of it sports a tall lighthouse, and nearly all boat traffic avoids it carefully. On a clear day someone with binoculars or a particularly sharp-eyed soul can see loads of trash, birds and various other animals that don’t seem local, and… children? Adults and settled teenagers will see tall vague shapes moving about too. When asked about it the most important thing adults will tell other adults is don’t go there. They’ll hold their dæmons close and tell you that on that island are things that eat souls. They may also admit with mixed pride and shame that it’s been a source of wealth and innovation for the city. There’s a facility there that can open windows into other worlds, and the children who can reach it can cross through and bring things back. Many of the children are recruited by research and development teams on the lookout for items they can use, but there are also kids out to have adventures or who’ve run away. More on this later.

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Sora | ota

[destiny_key]

[A. Wake up, now you're in half]

Sora liked to sleep. In fact, it would probably be accurate to say that, after his friends and also possibly food, sleeping was his favorite thing ever. He would probably sleep twenty hours a day if he were allowed, and if he wasn't out saving the world or helping with carnival stuff and whatnot.

So being forced to wake up at the crack of dawn is not Sora's idea of a good time, despite the furry creature batting at his nose. Assuming it's merely Sparky the Shinx, Sora tries to shove him away and roll over. Maybe if he's lucky, he can grab a few more hours of sleep...

"Hey! Don't ignore me! Wake up, you lazy bum!"

Now that got Sora to open his eyes. For one thing, Sparky didn't talk. And for another, Sparky was currently across the room, sitting in the sink and grooming his paws, rather than shouting in his ear. He flips back over, only to be faced with a cat with blue eyes that matched his own, who looked like he wanted to eat Sora's face for ignoring him.

"So are you alive or what?"

"Wah!" Sora responds, promptly falling out of the bed. It's a good job he's on the bottom bunk, really.

Once he is properly awake, though, he'll wander outside with not one, but two animals following him around as he tries to figure out what's going on. Sparky and Rohan seem to get along like two peas in a pod, at least, though Rohan continuously flits about from shape to shape...

[B. And now your other half has a mind of its own]

It quickly becomes apparent to Sora that he's one of the few carnival members whose animal companion (daemon?) refuses to settle into one shape. In fact, he's the eldest of the 'kids' that this seems to be happening to. Heck, some of the kids younger than him have even had their daemons settle! Does the universe not think he's mature enough or something?

...Well, they'd probably be right, actually. Besides, it's kind of interesting having Rohan constantly shifting. It keeps him on his toes or something.

Still, settling seems like it's a big deal here, and Sora feels a little bit out of place attending a settling party when Rohan hasn't settled. He'll be making a beeline to any familiar faces and trying to strike up a conversation.

[C. Wildcard]

Sora'll be wandering around the city, not really doing much of anything for the first few days. After a bit of goading, he'll start looking into Kerner Island, and might even be willing to go check it out...

B

[sunflowerfields]

Hinawa is sort of getting the hang of this daemon business. She's an adult, so Mortimer has stopped changing shape. The carnival's youngsters, however, have daemons that keep shifting. Of course, it doesn't occur to her that some of them might be a little insecure about their unsettled companions, especially at the party.

"Hello~!" She greets Sora cheerfully, Mortimer's huge frame towering over them. "Has your little friend turned into anything interesting today?"

childermass, ota

[atouts]

THE SHAPE OF YOUR SOUL (is unacceptable)

Finding, at first, a second dog in his trailer had been a shock. Of course, that dog became a badger, then a wolf, then a little black cat, an owl, and finally—

A crow, of the hooded variety, with patches of grey among the black. His daemon settles as a crow and that only leads to trouble. While everyone else enters Greysol with a new companion at their side, Childermass does not. He leaves his trailer in a cold rage that simply won't abate and the crow follows, cowering away from him as far as she can without causing them both harm. Even Baker avoids the man, the yelling match he had early that first day with his own soul enough to send the Arcanine to go find refuse under another trailer for the time being. This is how it'll go for half their stay.

Childermass wanders the streets, getting the lay of the land and what it has to offer on his own (kind of). The crow follows from above, very obviously his daemon, but never setting down near him when she can help it and certainly never landing on him.

"Stay out here," is what can be heard every time he pauses to look into a store and she does just that. The crow perches just outside the big store window, looking in, silent and huddled down in her own feathers. Even with other workers about, he won't change what he does.

To the general populace of Greysol, he either gets quite a few nasty or surprised looks or, otherwise, some whispers about him possibly being a witch, though he hasn't been glamoured as one at all.

MINE NOW!!!

Of course, the crow isn't all sadness and sighs. When Childermass is busy with something else or somewhere else, she'll use the twenty feet she has to flutter about and poke at anything that catches her interest. That something might even belong to you, so surprise, here's a crow landing on whatever you have.

If it's food, she'll snag a bit and flutter off out of reach. Similarly, if it's something shiny, she'll do the same. Hell, she may even be amusing herself diving for coins in a nearby fountain, then hopping back up onto the rim again to shake water off of feathers. If Childermass isn't paying attention, he can't exactly tell her off for having a spot of fun.

And if caught at it, well, she'll just look up with pale blue eyes and chime, "Yeah? What are you looking at?", in a cheerful (and very Yorkshire-sounding) manner that stands starkly opposite of how her other half would ever sound.

stealy thief bird

[kingsroads]

He's finally gotten the hand of that damn water bubble spell! Granted, it took longer than expected and Strange has discovered that he now has a case of the sniffles due to standing outside in multiple rainstorms, but he worked out the spell in the end and that's what matters. Of course, now he needs a source of water large enough to cover a seal in the first place. So Strange and Siobhan (his huge daemon gray seal) are making their way to the fountain to get that water spell done.

Of course, a thieving crow stealing coins from a fountain. is enough to grab both of their already limited attentions. And both magician and daemon are quick to put together just whose daemon this crow with a northern accent is.

"Oh!" Siobhan remarks, with a little laugh, as she flops towards the fountain, easily pushing herself up so she's more level with the crow. "How wonderful, you're his!" And then, much like Strange himself, the daemon just keeps on talking, continuing before the poor crow can get a word in. "I am Siobhan, and the silly looking human is Jonathan. It's so lovely to finally meet you!" And then she tries to attempt to give the crow a gentle nudge with her head.

"But if you're here, then where precisely is Childermass?" Strange remarks, with a frown, as he casts his eyes towards any shadowy place in the vicinity of the fountain.

shape of your soul

[anti_nonsense]

Rita's passing by with her own daemon, Krios, slinking beside her in the form of a caracal. She's about to walk past the store in question when her companion stops her, speaking in the voice of a young boy.

"Rita, wait. Isn't that...?" He sits, staring pointedly up at the crow by the window. If these were normal animals, it would probably look a bit like a predator-cat focusing on its prey.

Rita follows his gaze... and, recognizing the daemon, sighs. "Are you two still not getting along?" While Rita was pretty quick to come to a mutual understanding with her daemon (it helps that he innately knew what sort of explanation would appease Rita), her then-roommate's relationship with his own soul seemed to go downhill fast. It's been a few days, and Rita thought he might be over it by now, but apparently not.

mine now!!!

[whattaprick]

Though they're supposed to be here looking for the recently appointed acquisitioner, Lambert and his daemon appear to be having a spirited disagreement rather than enjoying the party. She's perched on his wrist like a hunting hawk, the glamour that hides her real nature from the local residents still visible from time to time and lending her the odd appearance of being a polecat with feathers from one moment to the next. The nightrider himself is sitting on a bench, a collection of trinkets-- brooches, necklaces -- spread out on a cloth beside him.

"Come on, you can gloat over your hoard later! Let's go find him!"

"Why are you so worked up for?" Lambert scowls, using a claw to hook into one of the necklaces in question, examining it in the light. "If he wants to come and find us, he will. No point looking..." Desperate is the word that comes to mind, but that's embarrassing to actually say out loud.

His daemon, however, isn't fooled, giving him a stare and a toss of her head. "You're such an idiot. You know you want to -- oh!"

The scolding tone is cut off by an exclamation of surprise as a crow swoops down to snatch a one of the trinkets away. There's a tremor of recognition, but it's all put aside as she launches herself airborne after the bird, aiming for a midair tackle.

Tyki Mikk | Open

[prazerbutterfly]

[The Shape of Your Soul]

[Later on in the evening when his dæmon finally settles she'll grow to a large black panther with sleek fur and a powerful stride. As massive as she is compared to her normal brethren she almost matches his own Victorian look with a dandy sort of appeal and a gentleman's class. His Ladyship strides along right beside him as if she were his partner in crime. Commanding respect with her head held high Morticia is just as polite as he is with her mannerisms reflecting that of a very powerful Victorian Baroness. Tyki is simply delighted at the company even if he may feel a little more exposed at having his own soul out in the open. Not to mention thanks to his first common change his own eyes are now his usual Noah gold. Despite how hard he tries he can't seem to glamour it back to a solid black. After making himself presentable otherwise he'll head for the entrance towards Greysol but the large panther is keen to keep cutting him off.]

If a proper Lord of the court didn't sleep so long he wouldn't have to rush to keep up. You haven't even eaten today and that just won't do. Your exploration will have to wait as a visit to the Cookhouse is in order. [Morticia pipes in with an air of rough tease to her voice.]

Come now. I'm sure I can always find something else to eat while we visit the surrounding area. The comfort of sleep can do well for a body. Besides, you did let me sleep in.

[It's Good to Settle]

[Not a single soul sees him appear on the stage in the middle of Miss Aracari's party. Well, no one that was invested in the festivities anyways. As to how he got there or where he entered from is unknown unless anyone visibly saw him lift from under the stage onto it or they are aware of his power given how quick and sudden he's able to do it. With Morticia at his side he easily gains the attention of the crowd and his warm smile welcomes hundreds to watch his display of tricks. A gloved white hand moves to lift his top hat from his head and he'll let it roll off his fingers into his hand with a tap of it on the brim with his other hand.]

Come out now. [He'll beckon as hundreds of purplish black butterflies with poker faces on their wings tips emerge in a large swarm into the air from the well placed top hat to scatter about and flit to and fro above the crowd. Any child, woman or man that might lift a hand will find they'll settle on finger tips lightly to please and delight with a gentle touch. Somewhere one Allen Walker must be horrified. It's then that he reaches down to pick up the knife he procured from one of the tables along with one table cloth. Fastening the middle to the edge of the knife he'll toss it high into the air and let it drop back down towards his own body. It's sharp and sure to impale easily should it touch him but he merely gives a bow towards the audience and just as the knife lunges down into his skull and the table cloth covers him it'll flatten onto the stage with himself now gone. He'll appear near the host of the party with that same bow and raise up for the cheer for the crowd after eyes follow Morticia padding in that direction.

Ah, this is certainly going to go to his head as he mingles into the crowd to gossip and spread word of the carnival. He certainly wants the attention now as Morticia prowls behind him with his top hat accepting any tips or gratuitous accommodations.]

[Wildcard]

[After his spectacle on stage and enjoying the party he'll make his way around the city to venture and explore the surroundings. Whether he's charming the local ladies, eyeing nice looking desks for Strange to 'borrow' later, stalking places with candy for certain children or conning a few books out of a nearby library he'll constantly be on the move. Tyki can be found just about anywhere from shops to dinning areas to the river or anywhere he might indulge in the earthly pleasures of the city regardless if it is food, good company or artistic sights.]

Wildcard!

[soft_focus]

[Reira is a fairly busy little bean these days. It's not even the performance week, but she's been taking things Seriously, getting into arguments, and also, trying pasta and ice cream.

Important things. As it is, her daemon-constantly shifting, never holding any shape more than a full minute-follows along for these 'important things', the girl wandering almost entirely unnoticed unless her daemon decides to try a few excessively large monstrous sorts.

There are some...interestingly 'fictional' ones in there, and there is no doubt that it'll catch Tyki's eye at one point..]

Shape of your soul

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya himself also happens to be headed that way, his own great owl daemon trailing a few feet behind, flying from perch to perch. He glances over as he overhears the conversation and a small smirk tugs at his lips.]

Is that your keeper, now?

Alphys | OTA

[textsfromhotland]

A: is for Arrival

Signing the contract was not as glamorous as Alphys expected it to be. One minute she's face to face with the kinda hot mysterious ringmaster, and the next she's back outside, the daylight making her squint. Oh, okay, cool, so that's her first ever glimpse of the sun. A little anticlimactic.

She finds her trailer easily enough, and wonders what kind of person her roommate is until she opens the door and finds that it's clearly empty. Some people would be disappointed, but Alphys just lets out a sigh of relief- she has a place all her own! At least for a while.

Alphys turns around to head back outside and comes face to face with a strange critter that definitely wasn't there five seconds ago and looks just as surprised to see her.

Alphys screams. The critter screams. Alphys bolts for the door. The critter also bolts for the door. They both come crashing out of the trailer, still screaming.

Say hello to the new employee...?

B: Tourists, am I right

"We should head back."

"B-but we just got here!"

"We're going to be late for our shift!"

"It's not for another f-five hours!"

Alphys can hardly believe it- she's finally found someone more anxious than she is. Well, from what she can gather, Iota is still her? Only separate? She's pretty sure that SOULs don't work that way, but that's what everyone keeps telling her. Iota seems to agree with them, and Alphys figures that even her own SOUL would be against her. In fact, there seems to be very little that the two of them can agree on. For anything Alphys suggests doing, Iota always had a reason why it would be horribly dangerous and would probably kill them and they should just stay in the trailer forever. And as much as hiding in her trailer sounds like a great idea, Alphys doesn't want to botch her first day at work.

...Except it's off-week, and there's not much to do, so she heads out to the city to do some sight-seeing before she reports in.

"Look at all these birds of prey! What if one of them decides to snatch you up and feed you to their young?" Iota chatters away, thinking of the 500th reason everything was going to kill them today. Alphys sighs- maybe she should just head back...

C: WILDCARD

[idk come at me bro]

TOURISTS and maybe later i can tag w. my hot witch imeanwhat

[soft_focus]

Iota is about to be corrected by probably one of the most embarrassing sources anyone can stand to be corrected by. Reira-fairly short, being on the small side of seven-stands not far to the side in her original garb. Striped shirt, shorts, and sneakers, accompanied by...

Something. It isn't very clear what her daemon IS-it shifts shape about every sixty seconds, and the only consistent thing present seems to be that it's taking the form of younger animals...fictional or otherwise.

As it is, with Reira bearing a very potent form of empathy, she speaks up. "...I don't think any of them want to eat you. ....most of them aren't having hungry feelings...

"...they probably aren't big enough either," she adds, though she's a little hesitant.

A is for Arrival bc shit these two would be perf- fyi she has no glasses tho

[insidescoop]

"HyyYYEEEHHHHH!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

Meet Carly and Iskai, you two. Upon being met with the sight of two 'things' blasting out of the trailer they were passing, one more or less exploded with light, and the other just started wobbling around like the oversized scaled noodle she is. Carly is a figure literally forged from solar-light, a dancing aurora with only a few portions trapped in white marble-like skin. It leaves the clothes to appear almost as shadows, blots against the figure, her wings spread back and her tail fluffed out so much that it could seem she's trying to bury whoever is behind her (fortunately, no one).

Really, most of it is just instinctive feather spreading where she no longer has 'feathers' by definition. Bits of light stick up and 'fluff' out, and it's basically a screaming choir here.

At least until the wardrobe manager regains herself. "HhHHhaAAHHH- W-what what wh... Hey!! What's going on here..!!" she sputters, doing her best to calm back down.

(It does not work)

arrival

[anti_nonsense]

Rita, sitting on a crate outside the trailer just next door to Alphys, is writing fervently in a notebook when she's interrupted by the sound of screams. Her daemon, currently in the form of a caracal, shoots up to his feet, ears flattening in alarm as he watches the two run out.

Rita looks up from her writing to the screaming pair, to the trailer, and then back to them, her expression flattening when she doesn't see any cause for the commotion. "Where's the fire?" she asks, her tone mildly sarcastic.

AAAAAAAAAAAA

[spaghettimonster]

It's been hours since all this started. Papyrus has, as ever, been awake since the middle of the night when it happened. So he's heard the occasional burst of screaming through the morning hours, as people wake up, find themselves in two pieces, and react at varying volumes. More screaming is probably more of the same!

But if it is, who the heck is sleeping this late??

"Hello!? Are you unharmed?" He calls out, weaving between trailers in search of the screams.

tourists, amirite

[osteothropy]

"Sounds like a bad time," Sans says, more or less mysteriously appearing, as he does. "Let's just prey that you can make it through the day unscathed, huh?"

Sans normally wouldn't have bothered leaving the carnival today, but he wanted to take a look for more reading material on the magical history of this world. His own daemon is currently hanging out in his left eye socket, glinting with light - his animal side has manifested as a shiny scarab beetle named Helvetica.

He's been checking up on Alphys fairly frequently, ever since she signed on. Just professional courtesy, obviously.

Ginko | OTA

[dontpokethat]

A - Shape of Your Soul

Ginko has to admit, he wasn’t quite expecting to wake up with a snake coiled on his chest - especially not a talking one. But… he supposes stranger things have happened here, and Miu doesn’t seem too bothered by their new trailermate.

It won’t be long before he has to get up, anyway, and he can’t think of a better way to figure out what the deal is this time than getting up and going about his day, and the snake shows no objection to that plan. So Ginko can be found in the menagerie as usual, from early in the morning - now usually with a small animal sitting on his shoulders or perched on an antler.

She’s a snake, most of the time, and Ginko isn’t sure what to think of the fact that she keeps changing - for a while there’s a bright green beetle clinging to the collar of his shirt, then she’s a frog, hopping between the branches of nearby trees, always close by. For a brief time, he looks around and finds a little white doe picking along the path just behind him.

For the most part, it’s more fascinating than anything… with the exception of her short time as a white carp, which sets a slight, uneasy weight in Ginko’s stomach that he can’t quite explain. She doesn’t stay in that form for long.

As it starts to become clear that this whole animal situation is, in fact, something that’s happening to nearly everyone here, Ginko starts making a point of getting the attention of people passing through, looking out for any animals with them. What can he say, he’s curious. “Hey! You end up with one, too?”

B - It’s Good to Settle

Ginko feels like there’s been a lot of talk of… coming-of-age celebrations lately. But this one, unique to this world as it is, is particularly interesting.

Of course, the actual reason for the party isn’t something that’s really being gone into in detail here, normal as it is for the location. So, functionally, it’s just another party. But at least that means there’s food.

Ginko is standing aside, watching one of the moving pictures from a distance, with Midori - the admittedly uncreative name he eventually ended up calling the little snake by - curled up on his shoulders. She tilts her head, looking thoughtfully at Ginko. ”How many worlds do you think have developed movies? They seem to be pretty common, but you’d never seen one before the carnival, right?”

C - Wildcard

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A

[sunflowerfields]

Hinawa is rounding a corner when she runs into Ginko. She doesn't have time to answer his question before a large elephant comes around the same corner, and waves his trunk in a greeting.

"Well, I suppose I did."

Miko Nakadai | OTA

[pullingamiko]

A - It’s Good To Settle

Parties are, basically as a rule, pretty great in Miko’s opinion… except for the boring super-formal ones. So it’s pretty great to see that this isn’t one of those.

Of course, Miko could think of some ways it could be improved. She’s standing off to the side with a small parrot perched on her shoulder, occasionally leaning down to snatch bites of snacks from her fingers. Screamo, looking like a grey lop-eared rabbit - much as she had in Portland - is cradled in one arm, also snuffling at any vegetables within smelling range. Honestly, she’s the main reason Miko is bothering to pick up veggies in the first place.

“Man, is this really the music the soul-birthday girl went with? Or does this place just not have anything better?”

Hatebeak only pauses long enough to swallow a chunk of strawberry before speaking up. ”Gotta be the first one. Don’t think people could live here if this is all they’ve got.”

B - Kerner Island

Miko sits at the edge of the harbor, squinting out at the distant island. Asking around has revealed some pretty interesting stuff, but… apparently, with Hatebeak having ‘settled’, nobody will take her out there. And she can’t find any obvious way to sneak out, either, unless she wants to try stealing a boat.

“Maaan, this sucks!” She flops back on the ground, and Hatebeak hops off her shoulder to stand next to her instead. “There’s gotta be some way to get out there. Imagine what we’re missing out on.”

Her daemon looks a little less sure, and ruffles up his feathers for a moment. ”I mean, I’d rather not get eaten… but it does sound exciting! Too bad about the monsters.”

C - Wildcard

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A!

[kingsroads]

"What's wrong with the music?" Strange can't help but ask, with a frown. Granted, he hasn't been paying as much attention to the music as he should. It's pretty obvious what Strange came to the party for, as shown by his plate loaded with as much food as possible. He'll pay attention to the music eventually but right now, there's food to worry about.

Idly, he picks up a finger sandwich from his plate, holds it over the head of his daemon (Siobhan the seal) and drops the finger sandwich right into her mouth. She scarfs it down as well.

A ???

[mylastchance]

"Oooh, you're hair is a different color." It's the only warning Miko get's before yet another parrot finds it's perch on her shoulder. The unoccupied one, thankfully.

"Is it magic?" the small bird asks, before stretching her neck out to look at the colored strands more closely. Lauren is only a few paces behind and shows up looking a bit out of breath by the time he finds his daemon. He see's her about to nip at Miko's bangs and panics.

"Don't eat her hair!"

The Psiioniic // OTA

[dorkypantsuit]

I. Day 158 - Late to the Party

It's not often you come to with a giant flying whale hanging around overhead. This is why, when the Psionic realizes he's standing underneath a giant whale he screams and jumps out of the way.

The whale's only response is to regard him calmly and say 'hello.'

"What the fuck?" he shouts, not caring who else is around as he looks up at his new daemon. "No, seriously, what the fuck?"

II. Day 159 - No Party for Me

"Come on, it'll be fun!" His daemon calls out to him as they make their way towards the lake. The Psionic looks less than thrilled, but his daemon doesn't care one bit. She's going to play in the water whether he likes it or not. He groans, dragging his feet, only keeping up because it actually physically hurts him to be too far from her. Also he just doesn't want to be away from her because he's sort of enjoying her company.

When they arrive Psi comes right to the water's edge and no further, but his daemon splashes into the lake with a tremendous belly flop. Psi is immediately drenched, along with anyone else standing near the shoreline.

"Oh my god could you not?"

No Party

[hippocarnival]

Yuya isn't too far away, planning to take his otter daemon to the water as well for some aqua play time... and it's probably a good thing the massive whale beats them from getting in there first.

But it still leaves them completely drenched. Not that his daemon minds.

"Whoa, she's huge!" she chirps. Yuya just brushes his hair out of his eyes.

Late to the Party

[osteothropy]

Sans is just sort of standing around, as he does, regarding Psi with an expression of amusement and curiosity. They probably haven't had the chance to talk much since they got back from Portland... so this is kind of weird. Not that Sans is prone to showing it.

"Playing catch-up, huh?" he asks, his expression easy. He still has his seven angelic eyes, left over from the shift. "It's called a daemon. Everybody's got 'em, here."

(around town, for yuya)

[anti_nonsense]

So, what are you gonna start with?

Hmm... maybe the particle metaphysics? The other topics might be more interesting, but studying that might give me an important foundation for understanding it all.

[This conversation happens as Rita and her daemon, Krios, walk along the street in an open square just by a shopping district. Rita carries a heavy-looking shopping bag, while Krios treks along beside her in the form of a fallow deer.]

Particles, huh... Do you think they might be like aer?

Only one way to find out. [Rita flashes him a grin. Unlike her usual apathetic demeanor, she actually seems to be in pretty high spirits as she chats with her daemon.]

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya's going the opposite way down the street, which makes it really easy to see Rita as bounces along the cobblestone, trying to hop to rocks of the same color while Koemi scrambles from head to shoulders to keep her balance.]

Rita, hi! [He waves, flailing a bit to maintain his balance from one foot to the other.] What's up?

[Something something physics he won't pretend to have understood the whispers of as he got closer.]

(Closed to Susan)

[mylastchance]

They know what the daemon's are by now. Manifestations of their souls (somehow) that were animals (for some reason) and could talk (inexplicably). Still, despite knowing and seeing the creatures themselves, it was a lot to wrap your head around, and Lauren especially was having trouble with it as he watched his female soul parrot (and why was she a girl?) pick at Fluff's tail. The parrot seemed to enjoy torturing the familiar for some reason. To be honest, Lauren didn't really mind that much. At least it was entertaining to watch, which honestly probably had a lot to do with why she was doing it in the first place.

The blue and green feathered parrot laughed as Fluff swiped at her and missed. Again. the cat was growling now and the bird didn't seem to care, deciding to perch on Lauren's leg until the cat was distracted again.

"You're not very quick for a cat, are you?" Said the bird.

[wild_magic]

Fluff may not be enjoying herself, but Susan also thinks it's funny, although he's mostly entertaining himself by watching Zap play with his own daemon, currently tumbling and pouncing around as a cat.

He does look over at the bird when she says that though, smiling a little.

"That's because she's not really a cat."