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fandomtownies2019-06-24 07:03 am
built_fjord_tough) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-24 07:03 am
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The Shore not far from Galactica Point, Monday Morning
Fjord really, really needed to stop waking up washed ashore on beaches after horrifying dreams. Last night's dream had been like the one before in reverse, had involved the coils with many eyes wrapping around him and pulling him away from the...
... From the what, he wasn't sure, but there in his dream he'd been crushed halfway to oblivion, the cold, booming voice in his head speaking single words again, that guttural growl snarling possessively right into his mind's eye.
WATCHING. RETURN. PROVOKE. CONSUME.
Again he'd woken up coughing seawater, and then he'd just sat there overlooking the waves, getting his bearings. Re-playing what he remembered of the last few days over and over in his head again. Holding out his hand and calling the falchion into it in a familiar splash of seawater. It was whole again, only the barest seam where the two halves had been split apart, and even that seemed to melt away as he watched it. He dismissed it again and then looked around, trying to puzzle out where he was. It was night - everything was in shades of gray - except then a cloud drifted a little more and he had to squint and look away, the sun too suddenly bright and hurting his eyes.
Okay. So not his usual grayscale night vision at work, just gray. He looked down at his hands, breathed out a sigh of relief. His claws had gone, receded back into his usual black, hooked nails. He had no tail, no spikes, no gills. A hand wandered up to his mouth and his eyes narrowed a little.
... Okay, his tusks were slightly longer than usual. Those hadn't completely gone back down to the size they'd been before, still peeking out a good inch from behind his bottom lip when he closed his mouth. But that wasn't cause for concern, so much. They would have gotten there eventually, had he left them long enough to grow. Still, they were... going to take some getting used to. He made a face, wrinkled his nose, and spat, trying to clear his mouth of the last traces of saltwateer still lingering there.
"Fuckin' hate this place," he muttered, and then settled back in among the stones and sand, staring out at the strangely gray morning sea.
[OOC: Open seashore, discombobulated wjarlock!]
... From the what, he wasn't sure, but there in his dream he'd been crushed halfway to oblivion, the cold, booming voice in his head speaking single words again, that guttural growl snarling possessively right into his mind's eye.
Again he'd woken up coughing seawater, and then he'd just sat there overlooking the waves, getting his bearings. Re-playing what he remembered of the last few days over and over in his head again. Holding out his hand and calling the falchion into it in a familiar splash of seawater. It was whole again, only the barest seam where the two halves had been split apart, and even that seemed to melt away as he watched it. He dismissed it again and then looked around, trying to puzzle out where he was. It was night - everything was in shades of gray - except then a cloud drifted a little more and he had to squint and look away, the sun too suddenly bright and hurting his eyes.
Okay. So not his usual grayscale night vision at work, just gray. He looked down at his hands, breathed out a sigh of relief. His claws had gone, receded back into his usual black, hooked nails. He had no tail, no spikes, no gills. A hand wandered up to his mouth and his eyes narrowed a little.
... Okay, his tusks were slightly longer than usual. Those hadn't completely gone back down to the size they'd been before, still peeking out a good inch from behind his bottom lip when he closed his mouth. But that wasn't cause for concern, so much. They would have gotten there eventually, had he left them long enough to grow. Still, they were... going to take some getting used to. He made a face, wrinkled his nose, and spat, trying to clear his mouth of the last traces of saltwateer still lingering there.
"Fuckin' hate this place," he muttered, and then settled back in among the stones and sand, staring out at the strangely gray morning sea.
[OOC: Open seashore, discombobulated wjarlock!]
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"Safety in numbers," Fjord agreed. "Besides, I think you'll like Jester. She's got a good head on her shoulders."
She was a holy terror wrapped in a cute blue Tiefling shape and tied off with a ribbon.
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"You know, usually when people say that it makes somebody sound boring," she said offhandedly. "But I trust your judgment more."
No, Beau. Why would you do that.
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"Jester's anything but boring," Fjord chuckled. "She lives up to that name of hers."
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"Cool," Beau replied, a tiny smirk tugging at one side of her mouth. "Kinda need that on a road trip, you know?"
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"That's half the reason she and I were travelling together, right there," Fjord replied easily.
Eh, it was true enough.
"She's got her quirks, but who the hell doesn't, right?"
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And dysfunction.
And disaster.
"Anyone who claims they don't is a fuckin' liar," Beau replied. "And boring."
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"Nothin' more boring than a bad liar," Fjord agreed. "I got my share of quirks, too."
... This was a point of pride, apparently.
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And held up a hand to fistbump him, because hell yeah, own that.
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And Fjord definitely wasn't about to leave Beau hanging, there. He grinned a little as he raised his fist to bump his knuckles against hers.
"And may we never be boring."
Really, being boring was a little too close to his deep-seated terror that he'd go back to being normal.
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"Intervention if one of us catches the other turning into a boring person?"
That . . . was never going to be a problem for either of you, though. Seriously, guys.
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"Deal," Fjord agreed, and held up his own fist. For, yes, another fistbump. "No boringness allowed."
Seriously, guys. You were going to have pirate misadventures and be hailed as heroes of the Dynasty. Boring probably wasn't going to be an issue.