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Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- a discovery of witches: kit marlowe,
- detroit: become human: chloe,
- detroit: become human: connor,
- final fantasy: sephiroth,
- locked tomb: harrowhark nonagesimus,
- marvel: jennifer walters,
- marvel: loki odinson,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- my hero academia: takami keigo,
- oc: elenore evans,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright
Something in the air...
✖ The Isle That Blooms
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
This is the first isle you can smell before you see it rising on the island. It starts with the faint hint of growing things that blossoms into a floral scent that teases you with the combination of familiarity and the unknown. The next breeze seems to carry you closer even as it coats everything in a delicate wash of golden pollen that only the Ferryman seems to be able to avoid.
Do you like your lips to taste the gritty sweetness? Or are you already starting to sniffle? Either way, the island starts as a smudge then turns into a riot of color as it reveals itself.
The Isle that Blooms lives up to its name as flowers vie in a silent war of roots and strangling vines to cover every viable surface with sprays of color and vibrant pulsing life. There are signs of human life in the form of a village built on stilts and full of little anachronisms like a glowing neon sign that hint that the island sees a large number of Travelers come through this place.
And who wouldn’t be drawn to the abundant flora, brightly painted houses, and lively locals?
Everyone seems to be glowing with health as the locals gather near the dock to welcome the latest set of tourists. They come with arms full of flower wreaths and friendly smiles, clearly in control of their faculties and interested in trade. Their clothing is as bright as the paintings on their buildings, as the flowers that surround them, and perfect for the warmth of the day.
Do you notice, though, the absence of any babies or prepubescent children? Or that while there are old people, no one shows signs of the infirmities that come with age? It might be easy to miss, especially as the Isle starts to affect you, too.
The ache in your back from that terrible fall, the craving for that next drink, the trauma that’s too close to the surface, all the petty hurts the build up in a lifetime start to fade as you, too, start to bloom.
Ⅱ. THE TEMPLE
Orchids in shades of yellow and pink so bright they glow have been trained to grow along the walkways and bridges of the elevated village to guide Travelers to this island’s Temple. The building stands alone at the edge of the Village, extending out in the ocean of flowers that fill most of the isle.
The temple is made of simple stout wood that has been carved and painted in patterns ornate and lovely in a way that speaks of hundreds of hours of creation and maintenance. The same orchids that guided you here gild building and act as camouflage the sleeping porches ring the outside. They are kept private and safe from insects by fine netting, and you will find the bedding soft and fine.
This Temple’s Guardians are a pair of lazing cats with strange spots and scaly wings that regard you with affectionate disinterest as you explore the facilities. There are toilets and sinks, but no baths or showers. The pantries are stocked with edible flowers and fresh fish and the space and tools to cook. If you are brave enough, the Guardians will probably give you practical advice on how to use those supplies. There are new clothes and sandals better suited to the heat, and even practical machetes.
Ⅲ. THE LOTUS BATHS
CW: fantasy setting drugs.
There’s only so long a person can stand to be covered in pollen, and when you ask the locals, they grin. Oh, you want a bath? There’s a path back to the ground and through the tall flowers to a natural spring. Make sure to head out early, they warn.
It’s always better to be in the village before nightfall, and you are clearly going to take a while.
As you walk the winding path to the baths, the everpresent flowers seem to thin out and even disappear as ground warms and rock rises from rich soil. You can smell the mineral richness of the bright blue pools that form waterfalls over a series of rising ledges. There is life, though, even here, in the form of delicate lily pads that float in rafts around vivid lotus flowers.
If you test the water, you’ll find it’s warm enough to melt the knots out of muscles and make it easy to understand why the few bathers seem to be so languid and relaxed. If you sink all the way in, well, not only will you manage to get clean, but you might find yourself mellowing out even more. So mellow you’ll hardly notice when the pleasant hallucinations start.
You’ll find yourself drawn into visions of your most private joys and of the pleasures you keep to yourself. Maybe it’s a matter of shame or maybe it’s because they’re too precious. There’s one small problem, though. If someone else gets in the same pool, not only will they start to share the same vision, but you’ll start to see theirs too.
Will the fantasies become a nightmare or will you manage to navigate them together? Will you ever be able to look at each other the same way again?
Ⅳ. NIGHTBLOOMING
CW: abduction, violence.
You are warned to stay in the elevated village at night. The flower fields are safe enough during the day, but things happen at night. It’s hard to imagine during the day when stingless bees that glitter in jewel colors bumble along and hummingbirds the size of chihuahuas feed from the abundant flowers while squeaking their strong opinions at each other.
But as the moon rises, and most of the flowers close, there’s rustling sounds that make it clear that there are big things moving through that growth. Things that make the hair rise up on the back of a person’s neck. It would take a big prize to make it worth finding out what makes those sounds. A big prize or a reason to face your fears.
There’s a scream in the night. You can ignore it, of course. Not everyone is meant to run towards the scream. It might not even change the color of your ScryWatch.
But if you go to the source of the sound you’ll find a mother weeping openly while other locals gather around to comfort her. It seems her teenager decided that the best way to woo their lover was with glowing flowers that only open under a full moon. The teen has been gone for hours, and the grim expressions on the people around you say his chances aren’t good.
You have a choice to make. Will you go into the dark to face the unknown dangers? Will you offer some other form of comfort? Or will you go back to hide in the safety of the Temple?
Ⅴ. SPECIAL EVENT: THE FLOWER ORACLE
In the center of the village, there is a giant flower bud that is bigger than a man is tall. The villagers tell you that you are lucky. You will be here when the Flower Oracle blooms. You will have a chance to speak directly to the Ancient One through the Oracle, and She even answers. All it takes is a little sacrifice.
Bonus: music to watch the flowers bloom to.
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
This is the first isle you can smell before you see it rising on the island. It starts with the faint hint of growing things that blossoms into a floral scent that teases you with the combination of familiarity and the unknown. The next breeze seems to carry you closer even as it coats everything in a delicate wash of golden pollen that only the Ferryman seems to be able to avoid.
Do you like your lips to taste the gritty sweetness? Or are you already starting to sniffle? Either way, the island starts as a smudge then turns into a riot of color as it reveals itself.
The Isle that Blooms lives up to its name as flowers vie in a silent war of roots and strangling vines to cover every viable surface with sprays of color and vibrant pulsing life. There are signs of human life in the form of a village built on stilts and full of little anachronisms like a glowing neon sign that hint that the island sees a large number of Travelers come through this place.
And who wouldn’t be drawn to the abundant flora, brightly painted houses, and lively locals?
Everyone seems to be glowing with health as the locals gather near the dock to welcome the latest set of tourists. They come with arms full of flower wreaths and friendly smiles, clearly in control of their faculties and interested in trade. Their clothing is as bright as the paintings on their buildings, as the flowers that surround them, and perfect for the warmth of the day.
Do you notice, though, the absence of any babies or prepubescent children? Or that while there are old people, no one shows signs of the infirmities that come with age? It might be easy to miss, especially as the Isle starts to affect you, too.
The ache in your back from that terrible fall, the craving for that next drink, the trauma that’s too close to the surface, all the petty hurts the build up in a lifetime start to fade as you, too, start to bloom.
Notes:
1. NO GUNS are allowed on this island. The Ferryman will keep them safe for you.
2. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and may affect the color of your Scrywatch.
3. Any type of flower could exist on the island, blooming somewhere, regardless of its real world requirements. Rare ones are difficult to find and magical ones need a check in with the mods.
4. There is nothing preadolescent of any animal species on the entire island, including insects.
5. The island’s ability leaves people as the healthiest, most energetic version of their current selves. Examples: A blind person in otherwise good mental and emotional health would notice minimal changes. A person with a disorder would find themselves having a string of good days. A 50 year old probably hasn’t felt this good since their thirties.
Ⅱ. THE TEMPLE
Orchids in shades of yellow and pink so bright they glow have been trained to grow along the walkways and bridges of the elevated village to guide Travelers to this island’s Temple. The building stands alone at the edge of the Village, extending out in the ocean of flowers that fill most of the isle.
The temple is made of simple stout wood that has been carved and painted in patterns ornate and lovely in a way that speaks of hundreds of hours of creation and maintenance. The same orchids that guided you here gild building and act as camouflage the sleeping porches ring the outside. They are kept private and safe from insects by fine netting, and you will find the bedding soft and fine.
This Temple’s Guardians are a pair of lazing cats with strange spots and scaly wings that regard you with affectionate disinterest as you explore the facilities. There are toilets and sinks, but no baths or showers. The pantries are stocked with edible flowers and fresh fish and the space and tools to cook. If you are brave enough, the Guardians will probably give you practical advice on how to use those supplies. There are new clothes and sandals better suited to the heat, and even practical machetes.
Notes:
1. The Main Temple is still open to those who are brand new to PM.
2. There are paints and carving tools if you want to add to the temple decorations. (Maybe mention it during the Oracle Event if you do.)
3. All fabric items are ridiculously bright and vaguely tie dyed.
4. The marker orchids have a distinctly strong smell of vanilla with a hint of lime.
Ⅲ. THE LOTUS BATHS
CW: fantasy setting drugs.
There’s only so long a person can stand to be covered in pollen, and when you ask the locals, they grin. Oh, you want a bath? There’s a path back to the ground and through the tall flowers to a natural spring. Make sure to head out early, they warn.
It’s always better to be in the village before nightfall, and you are clearly going to take a while.
As you walk the winding path to the baths, the everpresent flowers seem to thin out and even disappear as ground warms and rock rises from rich soil. You can smell the mineral richness of the bright blue pools that form waterfalls over a series of rising ledges. There is life, though, even here, in the form of delicate lily pads that float in rafts around vivid lotus flowers. If you test the water, you’ll find it’s warm enough to melt the knots out of muscles and make it easy to understand why the few bathers seem to be so languid and relaxed. If you sink all the way in, well, not only will you manage to get clean, but you might find yourself mellowing out even more. So mellow you’ll hardly notice when the pleasant hallucinations start.
You’ll find yourself drawn into visions of your most private joys and of the pleasures you keep to yourself. Maybe it’s a matter of shame or maybe it’s because they’re too precious. There’s one small problem, though. If someone else gets in the same pool, not only will they start to share the same vision, but you’ll start to see theirs too.
Will the fantasies become a nightmare or will you manage to navigate them together? Will you ever be able to look at each other the same way again?
Notes:
1. The hallucinations will end when you leave the water, but only once you and your bathing partner are both out.
2. The flowers are magical and will affect everyone, even robots or super powered people.
Ⅳ. NIGHTBLOOMING
CW: abduction, violence.
You are warned to stay in the elevated village at night. The flower fields are safe enough during the day, but things happen at night. It’s hard to imagine during the day when stingless bees that glitter in jewel colors bumble along and hummingbirds the size of chihuahuas feed from the abundant flowers while squeaking their strong opinions at each other.But as the moon rises, and most of the flowers close, there’s rustling sounds that make it clear that there are big things moving through that growth. Things that make the hair rise up on the back of a person’s neck. It would take a big prize to make it worth finding out what makes those sounds. A big prize or a reason to face your fears.
There’s a scream in the night. You can ignore it, of course. Not everyone is meant to run towards the scream. It might not even change the color of your ScryWatch.
But if you go to the source of the sound you’ll find a mother weeping openly while other locals gather around to comfort her. It seems her teenager decided that the best way to woo their lover was with glowing flowers that only open under a full moon. The teen has been gone for hours, and the grim expressions on the people around you say his chances aren’t good.
You have a choice to make. Will you go into the dark to face the unknown dangers? Will you offer some other form of comfort? Or will you go back to hide in the safety of the Temple?
Notes:
1. The danger in the flowers consists of six foot tall nocturnal orchid mantises who have the teen pinned in a tree. They are currently singing a human language lullaby to the kid to get them to go to sleep and fall out of the tree.
2. The mantises have a hive mind and will retreat if one of their number is killed, but can also be talked to and negotiated with. They will be willing to trade a regular supply of fish for no longer hunting people.
Ⅴ. SPECIAL EVENT: THE FLOWER ORACLE
In the center of the village, there is a giant flower bud that is bigger than a man is tall. The villagers tell you that you are lucky. You will be here when the Flower Oracle blooms. You will have a chance to speak directly to the Ancient One through the Oracle, and She even answers. All it takes is a little sacrifice.
Notes:
1. During the week of July 12-18, there will be a special event post where characters can choose to interact with the Flower Oracle for a chance to be rewarded, get an answer, get silence, or get punished by the Ancient.
2. Any starter posted during this window will be honored, specifics to come.
3. This event is optional!
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Deadpool will be okay with being a furry. He likes to fuck frying pans. Because that's what pansexual means.
"HEY WAIT FOR ME!!!!"
Deadpool charges after her on tiny legs, failing to really keep up, but seeing how effective she is in stomping shit.
"You know, somehow I always thought Werewolves clawed shit more than stomped shit. You defy expectations, as all true Mary Sues should."
He dashes through the tall grass (well, tall to HIM) and tries to find bug people. When he does, he leaps up and uses his mandible arms to take off a head. It's a perfect Zach Snyder slowmo take of him arcing through the air and a head going off in a spray of green blood. This probably does not do wonders for their Scrywatch colors.
"AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I TAKE OFF THE HEADS OF MY LOVERS!!!"
(Wait when did we fuck a mantis?)
"Wouldn't YOU like to know? This shit isn't fit to narrate okay. It'd be too weird."
(That'd make us a FEMALE mantis, you idiot)
"Oh shit am I pregnant?"
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Saxsice looks down at her gooey paws for a moment, then flexes her claws, just to show them off. Actually, wolf claws tend to be very blunt from walking over rough terrain, since they can't retract them like cats can. This info brought to you by the prerequisite middle-school-era wolf obsession phase. For Saxsice's part, her constant changing back and forth means her claws are a decent length and sharpness, but sometimes just blunt force is better.
Still, the mantises (mantids? Mantii?) keep on coming, and she eventually has to resort to biting off heads again, powering through the nasty taste. Sorry if any of them is your babydaddy, DP, pour one out.
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"HEY GUYS!!! We're trying to get our MURDER on here!! Can you, like, get a Facebook thread or something?"
Ahem. Sorry.
"You should be."
Deadpool returns to his decapitation murder spree, right there alongside Saxscice. Or kind of. His legs are quite small. It's hard to keep up. However, his skills are not small. If it weren't so deadly, it would actually be pretty hilarious to see this big head tiny body flying and flipping through the air with mandible arms hacking here, dismembering there, beheading a lot. Boing! Boing! Weeeee!!! He gets quite a lot of air time.
If any of them ARE his babydaddy, they are surely dead now. But that's okay. If any are his baby, they are dead too. It's much simpler, if way less legal, that way. Although do these things have any legal rights? Does this island consider them people? Should we have deep conversations here?
"Hey, we're doing a lotta murdery stuff, but do we know where this kid is? Or will it just be easier to find them once it's just a bunch of bodies everywhere and one person standing over them, traumatized as shit and never the same again?"
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Then the question prompts her to lift her long nose, sniffing the air for a moment, trying to pick out the human smell among all the bugs. Finally she picks it up, ears pricking up and forward, in the correct direction. Then she's bounding off, tail up, ready to kill more bugs. Keep up, tiny!
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It's improvisation time. That's the best time, really. It leads to some fun results. For example, DID YOU KNOW that a mantis can continue to mate with a female after being decapitated by her? Deadpool does! So when he sees a Mantis start to peel off after Saxcise, he scrambles over, does a little bobbleheaded leap, and flips onto it's back. It starts to resist, but he quickly clips off its head. Since the last command to the body was running after Saxcice, that's what it does.
Now, how long this will last is kinda up in the air. Finishing of some hot and steamy headless mantis sex is somewhat different from sprinting forward, but you know. Whatevs. There are other mantises giving chase, both to her and to him, so when it becomes relevant he just hops over to another mantis and repeats the procedure as the previous corpse drops, out of gas.
How's THAT for keeping up?!
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But she'll give him one of those doggy smiles, tongue hanging out, tail wagging a couple times. She either approves or she wants to eat him. One of the two.
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"Aren't sharks the wolves of the sea?"
Fair point. Perhaps it's like a different accent. Maybe Saxsice has a drawling 'Murican accent, and the sharks are like fancy French accents, but not real ones, more like the ones the actors imitate in the movies so people know that the characters are speaking in French even though they're speaking English.
"Hey, I think I smell Axe body spray...the teen has to be that way..." He points from the back of his headless mantis, then as it wobbles he goes "whooooa!!!" and jumps to the back of another one.
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She lifts her nose, sneezes once (Axe body spray, ugh, good thing her totally secret child is young enough to not be into that) and leaps forward eagerly. They're almost there! They're going to be victorious and triumphant and --
-- ahhh, great. They round another corner and that is definitely a hugeass bunch of mantids. Like, twice her height. Also they're singing, that is so goddamn creepy.
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"AW YEAH POP CULTURE REFERENCE HIGH FIVE!"
(Yes but 90s pop culture though.)
"I did say high five"
Yeah just let us have this one.
Deadpool rounds the corner to the singing and is momentarily distracted by the Mantids of the Corn. Then he shrugs.
"A sing-along? AWESOME!!!"
And then he breaks into singing "Closer" by NIN. It is completely inappropriate and confuses the Mantids more than a little. The teen gets into it though.
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It's been a while since she had a decent soundtrack to a fight, and the big bugs are extremely bewildered by the sudden musical interlude, which is a great distraction. Good enough for her to fling herself forward, wolfy jaws spread and take off one of their heads. Maybe the trauma of seeing that is enough to make the teen forget the lyrics he's hearing. Don't wanna return the lost lamb singing about fucking like an animal.
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Deadpool just fucking belts that one. Because naturally. However, when he sings about wanting to fuck you like an animal, he winks at Saxcice. Is that weird? It's probably weird. But you know what? Deadpool is unabashedly pansexual. He once fucked a space hippo. No, more, he married that space hippo. Briefly. If you want pics or it didn't happen, there is for sure internet evidence. So flirting with a werewolf in her wolfy form? That definitely is not beyond him at all.
"Whoa...cool..." The teen stares at the carnage, jaw agape. In pure unphased, desensitized teen fashion, he seems way more into it than he should be. But hey, distracted from parental advisory lyrics is distracted from parental advisory lyrics, right?
While he's singing, Deadpool reaches for one of his magical pouches to pull out some RAID, then remembers he has neither pouches nor RAID because freaky island rules.
So, instead, he just continues to sing (off key...heeeey Cowboy Bebop reference). Could he help? Sure. Does she have it handled? Of course. Is it WAAAY more fun to watch? Oh hell yeah.
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Saxsice definitely takes some damage from the long, serrated, creepy bug arms, but she doesn't seem perturbed at all, continuing to tear off bug heads and rend limbs apart. It isn't too long before she's left covered in blood and guts and there are mantis bits twitching on the ground all around her. She pauses to catch her breath, then shakes herself off, like a dog who'd just been bathed, spraying gunk everywhere.
Wagging her tail, Saxsice gives Deadpool a triumphant look. Best doggo?
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When it comes to a close, Deadpool glances over at a very pleased Saxsice wagging her tail and grins. Then he strolls over and ruffles her gooey fur.
"Best doggo indeed!! You've earned a treat. Greenie for your breath after all those greenies?" He whips out a Greenie. Where did he get it? Who knows.
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And she'll happily snarf up the Greenie, not bothering too much with where or how he got it. Or where he was carrying it. She probably doesn't want to know, huh? Still chewing it, she stretches, paws way out in front of her, groaning loudly. She's not as young as she once was.
"I'm not as young as I once was." See? Oh, also at some point she's transformed back, more or less, though the gooey fur still clings to her in extremely convenient places, like a fur bikini. A fur-kini, if you will. She straightens up, hands on her hips, and frowns up at the wayward teen. "Hey, dipshit, your mom's lookin' for you, geddown from there."
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"Holy crap, you ARE a Mary Sue!!!"
At her voice, he'd turned around to check her out. It was very Jane of the Jungle chic. "I mean. Unless the convenient fur placement thing is a legit werewolf power of yours. Which...even then... But!! I'm not judging. It's pretty hot. I mean, that kid thinks so too, don't you kid?"
The teen is openly staring at her, his jaw dropped. At being called out, his mouth clicks shut and he shakes his head, no, of course not, he is a loyal boyfriend, there is no boner there at all.
"It's alright, guy, admiring extremely hot MILFs is a tradition as old as time. You can admire and still be loyal to your girlfriend until you both go off to different colleges and meet new people. It's cool. Well, if you don't get your head eaten by a horny lady mantid first, that is."
Deadpool did not know she was literally a MILF - he was just running his mouth. But he sure did have a way of hitting way too close to home without completely realizing it, that was for sure.
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"I dunno, it just always sticks to me. I go through a lint roller a week, back at home." She sets her hands on her hips, waving up at the teen and dislodging a few more tufts of hair. "C'mon, ya little horndog, before you fall down and get a concussion." Aside, to Deadpool: "If he falls down, I'm not catchin' him. Little perv."
Then, a beat too late -- "Why'm I a MILF?"
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He watches as the teen starts to shimmy down the tree. When she calls him a little perv, Deadpool snorts. Then he shrugs. "Eh, actually I think we're pretty much free to leave if we want. I don't think we left any of the Zoraks alive. Besides, you can't blame the guy. It's hard not to be a perv around you in a fur bikini."
His eyes cut to her at her question. "Because you're super hot, obviously. You live up to your nickname."
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Then she nods, glancing up towards the sky. "Yeah, let's skedaddle. As freein' as nudity is, it's chilly around here at night with no fuzz." This last comment gets an eyeroll. "That's not what milf means, dude. That's a very specific sexy subgenre. Are you sayin' I've got a mom bod?"
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Deadpool glances up..and up...at her. "Heh. You said skedaddle. Unironically. I love it. Can I ride you again? These legs are tiny. If you hold me close, I can be like a Deadpool sweater and keep your torso warm!"
When she asks about the mom bod, he rubs his chin as he checks her out. Now, we here in the narrative department are not experts when it comes to the changes in a woman's body that occur post pregnancy, and neither is our pal Deadpool. The most obvious giveaways would be most likely handled by her wolfy regeneration, and any hip bone shifting would be far too minute for the casual eye to get. Especially if that eye is Deadpool's.
But even if he did notice anything, despite what people might think he has a great respect for certain secrets that mean a lot to a person. More than that, he has a great fondness of children and will go out of his way to protect them. Like, this shit is canon. Dude befriended and kept a kid Apocalypse safe from his fellow X-Force bros once. Also, he has his own kids.
So he doesn't notice anything. But if he did, he'd let her keep her secret. 100%. Unfortunately, that only means anything in the narrative world, alas. But the fact that he would not go fourth walling in this instance, even if it wasn't against the rules, still stands!
"I'm sayin' you've got a super hot bod that would make a very good mom bod if you wanted it to." It's a just a hair too serious of a note to maintain, so he quickly moves on to, "Because I mean, check out those baby bearing hips!!! You could really squirt 'em out for DAYS!!!"
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Then she'll glance over and down at him for a moment, expression unreadable. It's sort of odd that the whole "hey I turn into a literal animal" thing isn't as big of a secret as "also I'm a hashtag single mom", but that's the Nuance of Character, damn it. Finally she smiles, setting her hands on her hips. "Sure do. Strong child-bearin' hips from the old country, right here. Lotsa potential for werebabies."
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"I did toss you a greenie! But I don't have much room in here for more of a dinner than that. Do they even take regular money on this island? Do I have regular money? I haven't had a job in a while, and I doubt that kid's parents are gonna be paying us." He sighs. "I guess I'm on foot then. Behold my tiny pants as I jog to keep up with you. But bonus, from this perspective I get to indulge in the giant woman fetish, which is another very specific kink."
There is something of an understanding in that unreadable expression. He knew when he'd hit on something that was too close to home. Did she knew she'd said anything with her unreadable face? Probably. At the very least, they'd had an unreadable handshake on not talking about what was behind that closed door.
"If you have a kiddo, do you pass along the weregene?"
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"Man cannot live on greenies alone, my dude." But she slows down, so he doesn't have to hurry that much. Impending NSFW status be damned. "Is that your motivation behind bein' itty-bitty? Death by whatsit, snu-snu?"
The question has her looking serious, considering as if it's never occurred to her. It definitely has, but she's being subtle. "Depends on who daddy is. If it's another werewolf, chances are higher, if it's not, it's somethin' like...a one in ten chance." Then she grimaces. "Of course, most werewolves where I'm from are related, so there's a lotta cousin-fuckin'."
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He pauses, looking at the scrytwatch he's holding up. It's orange.
"Well I'll be damned. I guess somebody likes me ogling werewolf nipples. I must've did good today."
At her question, he pauses, but only for the briefest of moments. "Yes. Absolutely. 100%. How did you guess???? Nobody else has!! I blew myself up on the island hoping to kill myself in the best way imaginable. I mean, just one of your boobs is as big as my torso right now!! I could just crawl up between them and...oh wait, is this verging on creepy? Oops."
Cousin fucking werewolves. Now there was a thought. Was she a West Virginian werewolf? Deep South? No...her accent wasn't quite that, but it sure was rural. Reminded him of...hm.
"Hey, say 'bag' real quick. Or maybe 'egg'." If she pronounced those with hard "A" sounds, he might be able to place her. "And don't feel too bad about the cousin-fuckin'. I mean, you're a werewolf. It's taboo for people, but canines do it all the time. So it's only maybe HALF taboo for your people. And of course you came out super hot so....I can't complain."
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She snorts, though she pauses to hold a low-hanging branch aside for him. She's got manners. "If checkin' out my tits is what it takes to get a better watch-score, I should be green by now, but no dice. I think." She holds out her arm, showing off the yellow screen. "What color's that? I'm colorblind. Dog thing."
Stepping over another log, Saxsice arches both eyebrows, but obligingly: "Bag." Yep, hard A, right there. "And I never fucked my cousins. My momma wanted it, wanted to keep the bloodlines pure, but I ran away, cause fuck that noise."
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Deadpool dodges out of the way of the branch with her help, and offers her a startled nod of thanks. Manners? He certainly wasn't used to those. Or at least, he wasn't used to people applying them to him because he often didn't deserve them. Saxsice was being nice to him, even as he was saying the weirdest pervy things.
"Nono, MY watch changed for checking out your tits. But it's good to know others appreciate them. They deserve appreciation."
When she holds out her watch to him, he pauses and checks it out. "Huh, even in your human form? Dang. Okay, you lose some Mary Sue points. You actually have a flaw. Anyways hm...purple. Damn. How'd you get purple?"
As she obliges him, he gasps. "Aha! You're Canadian or rural Pacific Northwest! I'd know that hard A anywhere! But a mom that claims incest is best? Ouch. I thought that was more a British werewolf thing. Since when did the PNW get werewolf princesses?"
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