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mansions2014-09-30 06:03 pm
dearkaiserin) wrote in mansions2014-09-30 06:03 pm
here's a flight rising event because i'm trash
[hey congrats you're a dragon now
the mansion is considerably scaled up to accommodate some of its suddenly larger inhabitants. although there's also the possibility you're a fae and half the size you were before, so that might cause some trouble
also, you might walk into a room and find that it's 500 feet in the air, or underwater, or pitch dark and full of glowing mushrooms, or full of FESTERING DECAYING FLESH or something, nbd]
the mansion is considerably scaled up to accommodate some of its suddenly larger inhabitants. although there's also the possibility you're a fae and half the size you were before, so that might cause some trouble
also, you might walk into a room and find that it's 500 feet in the air, or underwater, or pitch dark and full of glowing mushrooms, or full of FESTERING DECAYING FLESH or something, nbd]
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I was asked to do this!
[very convincing when you have blood and black goo all over your maw and claws, thistle
Nerf justs rolls to his feet and backs away from the darkuness dragon - he was probably half getting her out of there as trying to save her victim.]
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h hh h hhh h
[And then more ichor starts to pour out of its mouth, through its eyes, and something's wriggling in it on the floor--
The structure of it seems to collapse, somehow, and it nearly melts into itself on the ground.
There is still some discernable form, but it looks more humanoid than draconic, too small under the skin.]
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What on earth?!
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A victim of something far less human than even I was.
[Faethistle flits over to the ooze pile, examining it from a distance for any signs of life or consciousness and wrinkling her snout at the mess. i may lick gold orbs that were stuck in a dude's eyesocket for years but i have my limits]
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Then there's the outline of a handprint. Then another, pushing out at the blackened skin and scales.
Whoever is inside is, evidently, trying to get out.]
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Is someone in there...?
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The one who climbs out, shakily, seems...a bit used up. As he frees himself from the skin something seems to pull away from him, and there are small puncture wounds at certain points on his body -- the back of his neck, the insides of his elbows and knees. His eyes are shut tightly. he's also naked but
He doesn't get much further than out of the puddle of black gunk before he collapses.]
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Thistle hisses and tries to get between Nerf and the stranger, but he ducks around her and goes over to Fubuki's side.]
Are... are you alright? What happened?
[okay dumb question but]
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He pulls himself up just enough to attach himself to Nerf's leg. he's had a bad day ok
He seems to be making an attempt to speak, but it's incomprehensible at the moment, the words too cracked and raspy to make out.]
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Nerf's maternal instincts kick in and he folds himself down into a loaf next to Fubuki, even if it means getting some black gunk on his fuzz and feathers.
Thistle's SOMEWHAT IRATE and ends up perching on Nerf's head to glower down at the kid.]
It... it's okay, I think that thing's gone.
[glances back at the goopile uncertainly]
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He nuzzles into the fuzz. nice dragon loaf.]
thank you.
[It comes out more a cracked whisper than anything else, but it's there.
He would probably be in more distress, but...escaping from dragon-flesh-darkness-prison and having a soft warm dragon waiting for you is a good transition. He'll freak out later.]