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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!
III. Nightblooming
(More like so horrible and traumatic for her.)
"That's what I said!!!"
(Yeah yeah, but here's the thing. Not just one but TWO people got there first, and Carter did that exact thing already. We aren't terribly original, apparently.)
"God dammit." Not being original was pretty the worst insult to a guy like Deadpool, who liked to think he was original even if he wasn't at a fundamental level. "Okay I'm adding that guy to my murdery hit list. What happens to my Scrywatch color if I kill an actual player character?"
(Uh...I don't think we can?)
"Oh. Right. Godmoding. Gotcha." His eyes narrow and he looks up at Carter's reply. "Well...I'm still coming for you, kid."
Then he looks at Saxcise after what must have appeared, to her, to be him having a conversation with nobody at all. "Freak out about wha-OH SHIT THAT'S SO COOL CAN I PET YOU I'M GOING TO PET YOU."
He rushes over and ruffles her fur, scritching behind her ears and even doing the ole reachunder to scratch at her belly. It probably wasn't what she'd expected when she'd told the bobble headed mercenary with the regular sized head and the baby body to not freak out. It was probably somehow worse.
"Wait I think I felt a nipple or three. Maybe four. Um. Does this count as groping your boobs if you're in wolf form? I'm not sure what the protocol is here. On the one hand, there is an unspoken LAW that you must scratch all good pupper bellies, but on the other...you're an actual woman sometimes and there's a very spoken LAW that you don't just grab the titties of a woman you don't know."
(We're so about to be mauled by a werewolf. So long, new body. You didn't even have a chance to grow into a real boy.)
Then something occurs to him. "Wait...werewolf...fluffy white wolf...OH HEY, YOU'RE SEXY FROM THE CHATS!!! Well, I guess this counts as ONE kind of A/S/L..."
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Also apparently there's no talking allowed when you're a wolf, so she just huffs out a sound that might be an approximation of a laugh, tongue lolling out at the belly-rubs. It's cool, you get a pass this time, bobble-head. She'll even snuffle at the top of said bobble-head with her big cold nose. No licking, though. She's a lady, you gotta buy her dinner first.
Granted, dinner right now could just be a raw steak and/or a particularly ripe-smelling dumpster, but whatever.
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"Hey can I ride you? I'm totally gonna ride you. Otherwise, I won't be able to keep up. Did you know that baby legs aren't very coordinated? By the way, I'm not normally this small, so no tiny dick jokes when you're back to your hottie bartender form."
(She's absolutely gonna make tiny dick jokes.)
And then, despite his complaints about coordination, he still deftly manages to clamber onto her back. Well, "deft" may be putting it kindly - he's not quite as acrobatic at the moment - but he's better at it than one might expect.
"HI HO SILVER, AWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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And she'll even leap up onto her hind legs like a majestic steed before heading off in a run towards where her keen wolfy senses are telling her the wayward teenager is located. Tragically he is not getting lucky (pour one out), unless you count being imminently eaten by bugs a good thing.
Hopefully you have some kinda tiny guns or something, Deadpool, cause otherwise you aren't much help at that size.
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As if he's able to read her narration (and maybe he is), he actually responds, "Okay, so I don't have tiny guns. They made me leave my tommy gun that the gangsters provided me with before I blew them up on the boat. BUT. I might have a plan once we figure out what's doing the bad stuff here." A pause, as if he's letting her respond. "Yeah yeah I know. I play around with knowing what's going on in the narration, but I have to play nice when it comes to not knowing too much about the plot. That wouldn't be fun anyway. I have NO IDEA what we're facing. But I DO know that if you can bite one of their weapons away from them, I can use it! Or if they have no weapons, splinter off a bone for me or something. On the last island, I bashed off my own arm to have a bone weapon. The sharp edge of a broken bone can do a lot to fuck people up, you know. Especially if it's long enough."
Was he tormenting her for being unable to talk by giving her a bajillion openings? Maaaybe. We've established that he's terrible.
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Also not having a gun is outweighed by the vastly cooler and more metal option of stabbing the baddies with the jagged edges of a broken bone. Meditative wolfy snuffles suggest that Saxsice is wiling to find a good-sized hunk of bone for Deadpool to stab with. But first they have to find said baddies.
So! She's going to stick her nose to the ground and start following the trail. Like a bloodhound! Except wolves are like a zillion times better at tracking, because they have to in order to live. Not her, though. She can just order pizza with her human self and then messily eat it as a wolf. Best of both worlds. The trail leads them through some underbrush, so try not to get knocked off her back, Deadpool.
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Deadpool, eminently satisfied with this lycanteamup, holds onto the fluffy white fur and leans forward, trying to avoid the underbrush as best he can. He still gets whipped in the face a lot, and curses and swears, but that's okay. He totally deserves it. This is mostly her show right now, and probably when they find the kid too. He's just jumping in to get that fun groupwork grade where someone else does most of the work.
"Hey, when you change into a half wolf, half human form, how many boobs do you have? I've always wondered that. Because wolves have a bunch, and humans have two. So what does the big scary werewolf form have?"
(She can't answer. You know that right?)
"Yeah...I guess it can be a rhetorical question for now. For now."
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Saxsice makes another perturbed sort of noise, rolling her big, luminous wolfy eyes. When she's human-shaped again, he's gonna get a whole diatribe about wolf tits (and lack thereof), just you wait. It'll have a slideshow and diagrams and everything.
Except right now there's a bigass bug in their path, out of nowhere (not really, she was just distracted), and wolfy reacts by snapping it's head off. Call it a predatory instinct. She immediately spits it out, shaking her head from side to side, making elaborate "ew, ew, ew, gross" faces.
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Anyways, this idea for another string of roleplay is accepted and eagerly anticipated. Make a whole Powerpoint presentation! Just don't use it badly, because the writer here is a public speaking teacher and rails against the misuse of Powerpoint constantly.
"OH HEY!!! Nice one!!! You didn't waste any time at ALL!!!"
Deadpool hops off her back while she's retching terrible bug juices out of her mouth. He takes the bug mouth and struggles mightily to rip it in half at the jaw joint. It wouldn't be hard if he were normal sized, but he's tiny and weaker. But some leverage and cleverness eventually snaps it in two. He takes a few moments (assuming there will be much retching on her part, this stuff smells NASTY) to dig out all of the head guts. Then he slips his arm into each half and jabs at the air with two sharp mandibles.
"AHA!!! Now we're cooking with fire!!! I can stabinate the FUCK out of some stuff with this setup!"
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At the moment, though, Saxsice is busy gagging and making elaborately grossed-out doggy faces at the bug stink. She shakes her head, finally, fluffing up all over like a grouchy pincushion and wishing there was something to get the taste out of her mouth. Being a badass is hard sometimes, damn it. But she'll prick up her ears at Mantispool, tilting her head to one side, then the other. You know, the way dogs do.
Then she makes a huffy sound that might be a laugh. A wolfy laugh. Yeah, go on with your bad self, bug boy, stab some mofo's.
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"You know, if I had my pouches handy, I could give you a delicious wintergreen mint. But alas. I showed up on this island in only my glorious pubes. Either way...I guess I will be doing most of the fighting here. If your primary weapon is your mouth, damaging these giant bugs is gonna suuuuuuuccccckkkkk for you."
He boxes the air with his mantis mandible arms. "But me, I can get in there and fuck some shit up while I imagine what kinds of things you'd say about boobs if you could talk. This necessarily means I'll be picturing you naked. Just so you know. I can't imagine you talking about boobs without picturing your boobs. I'm sorry. It's just a thing."
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More boobs talk. Somehow the wolf manages to roll her eyes, making a show of stepping over Deadpool, to emphasize how tiny he is. Go ahead and stab away with visions of wolf titties floating in your head, she's going to pick up the trail again. And rest assured, when she can talk again, it's going to be with a serious explanation of how this definitely makes him a furry, no take-backs.
Another mantis chooses to make it's presence known, raising it's creepy little mantis hands high. Saxsice chooses to stomp on this one with her big wolf paws, trampling it into goo. Still gross-smelling, but at least she can't taste it?
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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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