Guild: Bones Like Bare Roots
Channel: pawprint-corner
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Timezone: Europe/London
scarecrowby Oct 31, 2020 04:27 PM
The left side of the cave where bowls of paint sit. The wall here is dotted with paw prints of varying shapes and sizes, it is encouraged for guests to add their own.

Populated by the following NPCs:
Miss Velvet
Spades
Sunny (and sons)
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🦌 Taps 🐣 RANCH FOR COUNCIL Oct 31, 2020 04:40 PM
Kestrelpaw's done a pretty shoddy job painting herself, but the concept was awful cool, she's gotta say. She's painted her face like a barn owl- though she ain't entirely sure how well that reads - and tied some feathers around her ankles for good measure. A mask probably would've been cooler, huh? Well whatever! She's here for a good time.

Not being entirely sure what she's supposed to be doing at this party - did they do this LAST leaf-fall? - Kestrelpaw prances over to the wall of pawprints. Are they gonna keep these up? Is her paw gonna be up there for always? She dunno. But it's gonna be up there for now. She dips her paw into a bowl of bright paint and slams it onto the wall. It ends up getting smudged a little, but she doesn't mind.

She glances over her shoulder, looking to see if anyone was watching.
Casey Oct 31, 2020 05:23 PM
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Oatmeal seems to have put a great of effort into her questionable costume. She wears a strange hat made of colorful fall leaves that covers parts of her face, though likely not as much as it should. Over top of this is a mess of greyish brown strings with bottle caps and coins affixed to it. The effect is actually nothing like hair except in that it's on her head and it hangs down. Upon her back are somewhat teardrop shaped masses of leaves that sort of look like colorful beetle wings, though how she's attached these to her back is unclear as there is not harness.

If she was older and more concerned with her apearance she may have spent the night strutting around and accepting compliments, but she's still holding tight to her youth and is far too excited to be striking any poses. She's initially drawn in to the smell of foods but her eyes catch sight of the wall which is far more enticing at the moment.

Oatmeal darts over, grinning widely as she sees Kestrelpaw. "Hi! Oh your face paint is very scary, I like it!" she chirps as she draws up beside her. She looks at the wall then at the paints, her eyes bright. "I always forget about painting. I guess this isn't really painting though is it?"
miBOO!!! [πŸ₯€ | ⚑ | πŸ› | 🍬] Oct 31, 2020 06:49 PM
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Miss Velvet hasn't been to the court in a very long time. She still has the red sash tied around her tail, and across her eyes is a line of paint. It blends from black to red, and the red drips down across her cheek. She's smiling, wistfully, looking as if all the ghosts that still walk the world are draped across her shoulders.

She looks up, admiring the wall of paint, and looks down. She dips her paw into one of the bowls, a soft, deep blue, before placing her paw on the wall and dragging it down. Miss Velvet studies her work for a moment, before glancing at the other colours, debating on if she should create something across the wall or not...
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🦌 Taps 🐣 RANCH FOR COUNCIL Oct 31, 2020 07:55 PM
Woah hey, someone was watching! It's one of her friends!

"Meowdy, Oats! Your costume is mighty purrty! You musta worked real hard on it!" Kestrelpaw looks Oatmeal up and down, clearly impressed. The wings practically look real! And that hat's real fancy, too! "You here to show it off?" Kestrelpaw asks, tapping her front paws on the ground. The one she'd used to make her pawprint leaves little paintmarks on the floor.

"It wouldn't sposed to be scary, but thanks! I like it too. That's why I did it." She laughs. Everyone went all out tonight! And maybe hers didn't take as long, but she's sure it's the best. Maybe it ain't as elaborate, though.

"Oh! Yeah, the wall! Look, I already put my pawprint up right there!" She taps the mark she'd left, smudging a little bit of paint off it. "It sure is painting! You're using paint, ain't ya? Are you gonna do it?"
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Weremine -βœ„- - Ξ© [⚰|πŸ’«|πŸŒ…|🌹] Oct 31, 2020 07:58 PM
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If anything brought into question how much of a cat Halcyon actually was, it was how... distinctly _uncatlike_ he looked in his current garb. Face mostly obscured by a deer skull, pelt covered in foliage and flowers, he perhaps looked more like some lost spirit you would find traversing the forest than a simple cat partaking in holiday festivities.

What was still very distinctly feline of him was his pawprint, which he placed upon the wall in black after some careful deliberation on the colour he wanted to use. Halcyon stepped back to admire the wall, just enough to spot.. a cat he didn’t know. Not that he knew many of the cats in the Court, but he’s not sure he’s seen one wearing a red sash like that before... His head tilted, a petal or two falling loose from their spots tucked within his antlers, before he approached the mystery cat with an unfortunately quite hidden smile.

”..Excuse me, Miss, a- uh- are you planning to paint something?” Coming closer, he knew that sort of look she had on her face. The expression of a creative in debate.
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Casey Oct 31, 2020 09:02 PM
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Oatmeal laughed bashfully, ducking her head. "Not to show off! But thanks, I did work really hard on this. But my Uncle Snarl made this!" she said proudly, touching her paw to one of the mop strings. She feels a little embarrassed for telling her the face paint looked scary when it wasn't supposed to be but tries to brush it off.

"I guess you're right," she said, looking over the paint selections. Oatmeal smiles at the mark Kestrelpaw made, glancing at her. "Yeah, I think I'll do it too! It's neat! I just don't know what color....maybe orange?"

She hums as she looks over the colors, thinking. "Oh! Hey I met a warrior a while back!" she said suddenly, turning to look at her with bright eyes. "She helped me get out of some thorns!"
Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 04, 2020 01:06 AM
Will is... hesitant. To head this way. He doesn't think it'll be good for Sunny to see him, and Spades is probably angry with him. His eyes are glassy as he tries to decide, kind of just wandering in the general area after he departs from the Truth and his friend. Maybe he'll just go stick his head in the dirt.

He blinks, and his paws are moving him toward where Sunny and Spades are speaking in hushed tones. Is he allowed to be here? He doesn't look at either of them, choosing instead to look at his paws. He can hear Sunny's sons running around. Maybe he'll just entertain them? Is that what he's supposed to do?

Instead of doing... anything, he just fights to keep his mouth shut and mind blank as he sits next to his patron, staring listlessly ahead of him and at the pawprint wall instead. He doesn't move to add his own print. He's not sure it would be welcome.

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scarecrowby Nov 04, 2020 01:26 AM
Spades is looking at Sunny with open shock and grief when Will moves over.

"Oh, Sunny... that's... that's not him. Not anymore. I thought-- I thought so too, but..." Spades trails off as Will draws close, though not because of him it seems. It looks to be because of the uncomfortable topic at hand, whatever it may be. She lets out a little sigh, giving Sunny a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

Sunny is quiet, searching her face.

The two break apart then, the tension broken.

Sunny turns to see Will, face lighting up. "Oh! Hello there, Will. You look very dashing tonight, don't you? Have you added a print yet?"

Spades gives Will a kind smile before she moves to help one of Sunny's boys with the paint, busying herself so that they may have their conversation on their own.
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 04, 2020 01:32 AM
Will catches the tail end of Spades' words, but they don't seem to connect in his brain. He does open his mouth to ask, but snaps it shut as he thinks about his actions (for possibly the first time that night). If they were talking low, quietly, then they probably don't want others to hear. But who's not what anymore? He doesn't understand, and it probably shows on his face.

He stays as still and as quiet as he can until Sunny speaks to him. His brows curl upward and his lip twitches, as if he's stopping words from pouring out. It's difficult. "I like your mask. It's very nice. It suits you. Like a lion but better than Cenzo. Cenzo's unsettling. I don't like his voice. It makes my chest hurt." He murmurs, voice as quiet as he can make it after the first sentence. He can't stop the words... but he can control the volume. That's enough, right?

He catches Spades' smile, but doesn't return it as he instead tries to figure out how to answer Sunny's qustion. "No." He says, hesitating before more words pour from his mouth. "I don't, I'm, um, it's for the guests. I'm here. But I don't think I'm here. Does that make sense? Probably not. My paws are here. But they shouldn't be on the wall. My den has a wall with paws on it. I picked a new den. Are you having a good time?"

His eyes have glazed over, and he's running on autopilot.

"I heard you're dangerous. But you're not dangerous. You're kind. I like you. I'm sorry. Are you dangerous? Are you going to destroy me? You can if you want. Thank you. Sorry."

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scarecrowby Nov 04, 2020 11:48 PM
Sunny is delighted at the compliment, soaking it up contentedly. "Thank you. I used to take the shape of a lion a long time ago. Swapped to the old cat look a while back. Needed a change," he says.

He makes no comment about Cenzo, though his head tips slightly in the direction of the lion.

Will's response does confuse him though as he continues.

There's an awkward silence.

"Um... what?" Sunny chuckles, unsure of what to make about the pawprint thing. "I guess you don't have to? I was only asking."

The dangerous thing makes him even more baffled.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about. Did someone tell you that?"
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 05, 2020 12:07 AM
The news that Sunny once took the form of a lion brings Will up short. His mismatched gaze drifts to Cenzo again, raising from his paws. Interesting... Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he remembers that Sunny had once implied that he and Cenzo were close. Was that why he used to be a lion? How did he change his shape? Was it something everyone could do? Or just gods?

These thoughts were too complex for him to find the words for right now, and instead Will tried to focus instead as Sunny replied to his word vomit.

It's. It's not a good reaction. At least, he doesn't think it is. Will struggles to remember what he'd even said. His brow furrows and he tries to force awareness to his mind, but it only makes him fade deeper into the void. Did someone tell him that? Tell him what?

Oh. Dangerous.

The Huntress asked him not to tell anyone, he thinks. That probably goes double for not telling Sunny.

"No. You're just strong. So it makes sense. I'm not strong. I don't know why you picked me. I guess that's what I meant. Sorry." At least he clamps the muttering off at a much shorter point, this time.

"Are you having a good time?" He repeats the question, gaze drifting back down to his paws. "I'm different. I'm sorry."

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scarecrowby Nov 05, 2020 12:09 AM
There's a dreadful amount of silence to follow as Sunny processes and figures out how exactly to respond-- where to start even.

"... I wouldn't 'destroy' you," Sunny says carefully. There's a wounded tone somewhere in there, but it's masked as quickly as it appears and is easy to miss.

"I'm having a fine time, Will. You're alright. Don't... don't worry," he says... but again, he lets the conversation lapse.
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 05, 2020 12:12 AM
He doesn't want to admit it, but Sunny saying that he wouldn't destroy him does make the tension bleed out of Will's shoulders. "Thank you. That's nice of you." He says after a moment, those listless eyes drifting out and staring somewhere past Sunny's shoulder. "I think a lot of cats want to destroy me. It's okay. I don't blame them. I messed up a lot. I have Daniel. Do you like snakes?" Did he have a point to coming over here, in the first place?

He's told not to worry, and for a moment he wonders why he was worried. Because... because he was worried, right? He's not now, he doesn't think. There's no ice clinging to his paws. He checks, just to make sure, lifting his injured forepaw off the ground. Nope. No frost clinging to it, that's a relief.

There's a pause. Will thinks it might be awkward. But he's not sure how to read the room anymore. Eventually, his previous instincts to leave this topic alone are forgotten. "What were you and Spades talking about?"

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scarecrowby Nov 05, 2020 12:14 AM
"...You can always come back from your mistakes," Sunny says, though the effort is expected fully to fall on clearly distracted ears. "Snakes are... fine. I've never had an issue with them?"

This is weird. Super weird.

The question catches Sunny off guard. He shifts uncomfortably. "She was correcting me on something. Um... A friend isn't... who I thought he was. Anymore. It's a long, long story."
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 05, 2020 12:18 AM
Discomfort pricks at Will's paws at the hesitation in Sunny's voice. Well. He thinks it's hesitation. His gaze has drifted to the wall again, picking out the different sized pawprints dotting it. He wonders who's been here to add theirs. He can't really tell the difference between a lot of them - most cats have the same prints in varying size, with a few exceptions. He hasn't changed his mind, though. His isn't welcome on that wall.

His question is answered, and Will returns his vacant stare to his patron. As he... tries to avoid the question? No. No that's a full answer. Will stares at him expectantly, as if he thinks that's just a lead-in to more explanation. When the silence stretches, he eventually realizes that that isn't the case.

"Oh. Okay." He says then, head drifting back down to his paws. This is weird. Why did he come near Sunny? He knew that he shouldn't. He knew that he'd make the god uncomfortable. "The court is going to the Bright Realms soon." It's as close to a complete question as he's gotten all night. "I don't want to go with them. But I want to go. I'm going to find a partner. And then I'm going to find the library. And the doctor. But I don't want the court. They don't like me. Helsing will kill me."

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scarecrowby Nov 05, 2020 12:20 AM
Sunny's mood shifts as Will goes on behind the mask, the fur disturbed along his spine.

"You shouldn't go there. You're not stable enough," Sunny says, firmly. "It'll chew you up without a second thought. You won't find your way to the library. You won't even get close. If you're feeling unsafe in the court tell someone. Or leave. I care about you first, Will, and you need to take care of yourself."

His voice is serious. The kind of tone he'd use when a child is in danger, perhaps.
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 05, 2020 12:25 AM
The tone shift shocks Will to a sudden silence, his head snapping back up quickly to look into Sunny's bright eyes where they shine under his mask. The words not stable enough ring in his mind, and his brow furrows. His lips curl downward, unable or unwilling to think about the truth lingering in Sunny's words.

"Spades says, um, Spades says we're all allowed to go." He tries to make his voice firm, but the hesitation and pauses linger between his words. The ginger tom cringes at his own voice, clenching his jaw. (teeth stuff cw) He can hear and feel the grinding of his teeth. It's unsettling. He doesn't like it. He loosens the clench.

"I will. Um. I need to. Find my way. It's important. The court doesn't need me now. But. When I find the doctor. They'll need me. They won't be able to kill me." His tone has gone that same cold one from earlier, from when he was addressing the mimic. It lacks the clarity though. I care. Um. I care about you too. If you show. Hnng. If you show me how to get there. You don't have to come with me. But. But I have to go. Or else. Helsing will kill me. Or. Or if not Helsing. Someone else. They don't like me, Sunny. I have to make them. See that I'm important. Or they'll. Um. They'll hurt Daniel. He's important. He's my friend."

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scarecrowby Nov 05, 2020 12:27 AM
"Just because you're allowed doesn't mean you should. And I think you shouldn't. I can't show you the way. I would be assisting in your downfall and I will play no such part in that," Sunny says tensely, voice thick with raw feeling.

"I'll find a way to help you. I'll speak to Spades about Helsing. If he's threatening his fellow court members then maybe he needs to be removed."

Sunny straightens up, draws in a sharp breath... composes himself.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 05, 2020 12:35 AM
Frustration wells up in his chest, but not enough to chase away that damned fog. He doesn't need it right now! He doesn't want it! Distantly, he knows it's a way to cope, knows that it affects the rest of his mental capabilities. He wants that gone so he can hold a proper conversation. But his mind isn't willing to listen to him. It's. His face screws up. He can't find the words. He can't find the words and Sunny isn't listening to him!

When his patron says that he's going to speak to Spades about it, the frustration is replaced with panic. His eyes go wide behind his paper, and he stumbles in his haste to place his paw on Sunny's much larger one. "No. No you. Don't. Please. Helsing. He needs to stay. Um. Stay in the court. Please." His brow furrows. He doesn't like Helsing. He's scared of Helsing. But Helsing can protect cats. He can protect Storm and Lightning and Tripod in ways that Will would never be able to. "I don't blame him. Please don't get him. Um. Don't get him gone. It's important he stays. Like it's important I go."

He's not sure if he's explaining himself correctly.

The frustration is back when Sunny claims that he's not going to let him get hurt. Part of him wants to insist that he's an adult, and he can take care of himself. The other part wants to thrash around like a spoiled child and claim that he doesn't need protection.

Neither of those things happen. His composure breaks. He doesn't look at Sunny, looking instead over his shoulder at the rest of the court, participating in conversation with others.

His tone is quiet, and hollow, when he speaks again. "It's too late for that." He paws at his bowtie, thinking, thinking, stalling, cracking, breaking.
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He puts his paw back down. "I. Uh. It's. Words are not easy. They used to be easy. I used to be good at talking. Something happened. I'm different. The downfal is already. Um. Already happening. Going to the Bright Realms. Or not going. That's. Not going to change it. I'm broken. I'm breaking. I have to go. I have to have a purpose. Right now. Right now I'm nothing. I'm a. A liability." His tone is still quiet. It's strange.

"If I'm going to die either way. I. Might as well. Die getting the Doctor out of the Library."

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scarecrowby Nov 05, 2020 12:42 AM
Sunny grows... stormy.

Really, he's not sure what happened. He had such high hopes for Will. And he turned out like this? There was no one who would be able to convince Will it was alright to make mistakes, or that others won't hate him forever, or any of that.

Sunny thinks sourly that he'll have to figure it out for himself. He's known the stubborn type before.

"I told you he's not there. You know... you won't find him. He doesn't exist anymore. That's what Spades was telling me. He doesn't exist anymore, Will. So you can give up. And focus on yourself. And stop chasing after dreams and goals you think will make you happy but will only make you tired and sad. No one can fix this but you. No one can fix you but you, William. Not your dad, not me, not Helsing, not this idea of the doctor..."

"Only you."
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 05, 2020 12:58 AM
Will stares at Sunny as he speaks. His eyes are glazed still, sure, but the words are actually entering his head. He... No. No that. He's lying. He's. But. His tone is fully convinced. He's not lying. But. He has to be. Will brings a paw up to his head, as if checking to see if his ears are still there. He squeezes his eyes shut. The frustration in his chest builds.

But, surprisingly enough, he doesn't yell. When he blinks open his eyes again, his face is impressively impassive. Hard, maybe. But... but there's no will to shout in his throat. That's a first. That's. Has. Has he passed the point of anger? Is he on some new, special level of anger that makes yelling worthless?

"Then why didn't Spades tell us that? When. When I brought it up. At the meeting? Wouldn't it have. Made sense? To tell us there? She. Said that they might be different. But she didn't say they weren't there. Why did she lie to us?" Because she must have. If Sunny is telling the truth.

Will's tail flicks. The page on his face is irritating him. Spades said to keep it on. But she's a liar. Is everyone a liar? Is everyone except Sunny a liar?

But if Sunny's not a liar. Then. Then how does Will fix himself? No. No because the Truth doesn't lie. And the Truth said he's going to help Will. So. So is Sunny lying? This is all incredibly confusing. A hundred emotions flash over Will's face as his mind tries to keep up.

In his ears, Will hears the sound of shattering glass. Something breaks.

"You're mad because I'm different." He says, and it's not a question. His tone is cool. His eye is narrowed. The paper is itchy. He wants to rip it off. Why shouldn't he rip it off? What was the rule? Why was that rule even there? So that creatures with weird faces didn't feel bad? Will has a weird face. Would they feel bad? His lip curls. The paper feels like it's suffocating him.
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With a snarl of frustration, he tears the page away from his face, the sound of ripping paper replacing the roar of blood in his ears. His fur spikes up, mirroring Sunny's from earlier. He feels warm. Hot. His paws aren't frozen, they're on fire. He hates this.

"If only I can fix me, then you have to let me go!" He growls, standing suddenly with his tail lashing back and forth with enough force to shift his entire body. His injured hind leg smarts at the movement. "What if this. Is the way? To make me better! How do you know it's not?!"

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scarecrowby Nov 05, 2020 01:09 AM
"I don't think she even knows what you're talking about, Will. No one ever called him that properly in the first place. Believe me, it's fucking hard enough for me to swallow as it is," Sunny says, voice hushed though upset in it's own right.

As Will tears the mask off and breaks swiftly every rule at once, Sunny... stays silent. He doesn't rise to the arguing nor does he feel like putting on a display of strength.

He doesn't need to, he thinks.

Spades turns around so fast she stumbles. Expression intense-- horror, disappointment.

"Out! Out of here, quickly!" she hisses, more fear than anger.
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Booz!!! πŸ‘» { β˜€ | 🐧| πŸ“Έ | 🦎 | πŸ’ } Nov 05, 2020 01:23 AM
He's breathing hard out his nose. No one! No one has any faith in him! About anything! Didn't he prove himself with that stupid sickness? When he saved Redeye from dying from his Mimic fight? But! Everyone talks around him! No one gives him a straight answer! He tears another set of claws down his paper as Sunny falls silent.

But Spades does not.

He whirls around with grace he shouldn't be able to have. His fur is sticking up everywhere. His one good eye is wild. "Why! Why out! You never explained it! It's suffocating! No one explains anything! We're all wandering. Wandering blind! Blind and useless and stupid because we don't get to know anything!" His voice... it's raised slightly. But still not a yell. Still eerie. His throat is scratchy. Sensations are dulled.

Spades is disappointed in him. If he were able, Will thinks he would probably be disappointed in himself. Sunny's going to disown him. Is that fine? Probably. If there's no Doctor, then he has no goal. If he has no goal, then what's the point? He bares his teeth.

Feral is what humans called cats without owners, brought to the vet to get spayed and released back into the wild. When Will first came to the court, he didn't think anyone was very feral. Everyone seemed to want to work together toward a common goal.

But Will has no goal. Is he a feral animal? Maybe. Does he want to be? His brow curls downward. He doesn't think so.

But he wants answers. He doesn't want to be talked around anymore.

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scarecrowby Nov 05, 2020 01:49 AM
[cw: black outs, body horror, possession?, scary stuff, let me know if i need to block things out.]
Spades blinks at the sudden outburst, deeply shocked at first before that gives way to... somewhat understanding.

"The veil's thin tonight, Will," she says carefully. "Without being masked in this space among all these... creatures and myself, you're vulnerable to wandering spirits."

"I can provide what explanations you need," she says gently. "Just... ask. I'm here to explain. I don't want to make you feel useless or stupid and I'm sorry I did."

And then Will... blinks out.

He's sitting in a sterile white room. In fact... it's a vet's office. It's quiet in here. He's been in these rooms many times and all the details are there, the benches to sit on. The closed door with the window on it, sticky notes and marker written in writing he only reads bits of. Outside of the window is... the rest of his home-- familiar to him of course. Though... it's completely empty. Outside of all of the windows outlooking the world, the glass door... is just a void. A white void.

He's alone in there. He has time to think at least.

Will, in front of everyone, goes sort of slumped for a second.

And then sits right back up.

When he opens his eyes again, they are pure black and reflect no light-- not even the flickering orange of the fire.

His fur... looks wet. As if he's just climbed up out of a pond. He reeks of such stale water.

This creature moves smoothly to the fire, dripping water, and begins to pace around it in silent circles.
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