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herei come snep run over your pokmens

Who: Kieran, Captain Falcon, the medbay squad, and YOU
What: Some idiot deer gets hit by a car and proceeds to moron it up all over the joint.
Where: Directly outside the school, then in the infirmary, then EVERYWHERE
When: Thursday, March 8
Warnings: Deer Xing

What was this place?

Kieran had never before left the comforting embrace of the forest. To see the trees entirely absent, replaced by these strange, perfectly rectangular... caves? It was... disquieting. The paths were full of those peculiar two-legged creatures, casting him odd stares and jostling against him as they hurried to wherever their destination was. It was so different from the forest in every single way... a part of Kieran couldn't help but wonder if someone he had wandered right out of the mortal realm entirely. It was starting to make him nervous; he felt oddly exposed without the cover of the trees all around him.

He... he needed to get out of here. Wherever this was, he wasn't ready for it. He pushed his way out of the crowded sidewalk, bounded out into the road. His hooves scrabbled for purchase on the oddly smooth surface, but if there was one thing Kieran could do, it was run.

[OOC: I am setting aside a thread for WHUMP, CARFACE and also one for the infirmary. For the rest of the log, Kieran will be exploring this wondrous magical place called the school. Feel free to post your character anywhere -- cafeteria, dorms, in the shower -- and Kieran will just... butt on in to say hello.]

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An Ivysaur! Then you are a child of the forest too! How funny, you look nothing like one.

[Said the dude who currently looked nothing like a Sawsbuck. He kinda smiles a bit, because this news is INCREDIBLY EXCITING.]

My name is Kieran, Ivysaur.

[You have tricked Bulba into a smile.]

Ah... nice to meet you? I'm Bulba.

[Now it is Bulba's turn to stare at the guy for a while. Because what is he even.]

You're a grass type too? [BUT WHICH ONE. ARE YOU FOREIGN.]

[Mission: complete]

Partially! Once upon a time we were only heart type, but now my kind are both mana and heart! I am a Sawsbuck, Bulba. Don't my antlers make it obvious?

[He just got those things not too long ago he is REALLY SUPER PROUD OF THEM OKAY. Never mind that they are currently stubs.]

[He was not entirely sure what Kieran was going on about until he said Sawsbuck and the odd terms clicked into place. Oh.]

Ohh...! I don't think I've ever met a Sawsbuck before now!

[Bulba perked up a little more, suddenly more curious and bright eyed. Even though he thought the antlers would be more... uh........]

Are they... usually that size?

Wow, that is pretty rude!

[Let's see if we have the hang of the shapeshifter magic. Let's... just... POOF. Yes, there we go. Where once was weird kid, there now is weird deer, proudly displaying his totally-not-tiny antlers.]

See? They aren't small. This is the size they are meant to be. They might look stark now, but I can feel them starting to stir. It won't be long until I have my first blossoms!

[Whoa check those out, those are pretty sweet, actually.]

Sorry! I didn't mean to be... But they look nice!

[As far as antlers could look. Bulba was pretty sure he wasn't going to have the same appreciation for them since he had exactly zero of his own. But now he felt somewhat out of place, so the Ivysaur stretched out a bit and.... now he took up a significantly smaller patch of the grass, and a big sparkly flower bud was perched on his back.]

Mmm, spring is right around the corner... [Or rather, it was already practically knocking on their door. Flowers were already starting to shoot up around them, the trees were stirring... Bulba nodded.] I bet they'll look even better with your flowers!

[Just wait a couple weeks until the anemoneplosion, Bulba. They'll be easier to appreciate then. If he were anything but an ignorant doofus, he would probably be marvelling at your palette, but alas: there are no saur pods in FDC's forest, and thus he only knows about Ivysaurs in theory. Clearly they are all meant to be yellow.]

Winter may be my patron season, bur I'm already impatient for it to end. It must be wonderful to be an Ivysaur; you're budding all year long, isn't that right?

[Eh, not getting a second glance due to the color of his flower was pretty refreshing actually. He shook his leaves out to fan them out a bit, letting them get a nice breath of air.]

Yeah, that's right! It's pretty nice most of the time, but it'd be a little better if we could be a bit more equipped for winter... though Kanto doesn't normally get too super cold, so I guess we don't have as much reason to. Still, it looks like you'd be pretty comfortable in the snow!

Yes, I suppose I am very lucky to grow a coat like this! It does start to feel a little heavy once spring's beginning gets close, though.

[And there is a laugh!]

You're fine just the way you are, though. In fact, I happen to find you very interesting!

[Bulba blinked and cocked his head.]

Very interesting?

[Minus the whole yellow thing, he thought he was rather run of the mill.]

It's fascinating to me that you can bud all year long, but you never bloom. Fascinating... but maybe a little bit sad, too?

There is more to it than that, though! You poison-type brethren are such an interesting contradiction! It is very easy for my types to be in harmory; both the lifestream and the heart are very much about generativity, life, and adaptation. You are both mana and poison, though. You are an element that nurtures life and an element that corrodes life away all at the same time!

Ahh... Well, we all bloom when the time is right. It's just not that time yet, obviously.

[Thinking about it, Bulba thought he could understand some of the issues Kieran would have with this. A while ago he might have found it odd to question the nature of who he was, but it was only fairly recently that Bulba had started to reaccept that poisonous half as a part of himself.]

It's contradictory, but I think it works as a balance more than anything. It's hard to appreciate life to its fullest without knowing the bitter side of things, and at the same time it would be hard to be wary of poison if you weren't alive.

That makes sense! Change and balance really aren't too far away from each other. I think we can understand each other after all.

[He tips his head back, scratching his back with an antler thoughtfully.]

I hadn't really considered that you need a little bit of death to appreciate life. What an eye-opening thought.

[Bulba grinned.]

I think we can probably get along too!

It's sort of like the concept that you can't appreciate something you had until it's gone. It is a bit bittersweet sometimes, but that just seems to be what makes life as nice as it can be.

I had always imagined it would be hard for you to be in harmony with yourself with opposing types like that, but I guess I wasn't seeing the whole picture of it, was I?

[He noses at the ground a bit, indulges himself in a little nibble of the grass.]

That's really the wonder of this place, isn't it? There's so much to be learned here! It's a little bit frightening here, but it's worth the fear.

[The Ivysaur allowed himself to settle back down in the grass himself after turning a bit to get the most of the sun's rays.]

Mm... You can definitely learn a lot. it's pretty nice for the most part, but.... It can be scary sometimes, you're right. Sometimes things happen that shouldn't, because its a really weird school.

I'm sure that must be so, but that's not exactly what I mean. The forest is all I know, Bulba. I know the deep trails that perhaps even these gods have never found, I know the scent of hidden sap and the shape of a predator's pawprints. I know my herd's secrets, and I know the lore that shapes us. Really, I'm not a stupid creature at all.

But now... I'm in a place where I know absolutely nothing. I'm like a newborn fawn without a mother to hide behind. Do you understand what I mean?

... Just a little bit. Probably not very well.

[But in front of someone so in tune with his own kind, it would be embarrassing to admit that it was a bit how he felt when he had first encountered other wild saurs. All in all, it wasn't really the same kind of situation at all. He might have felt lost, but he still had someone to look to. Being without that... If he tried to imagine it, he thought he could maybe get an understanding of what that fear might be like.]

There's always been at least something that I understood, or someone who knew when I didn't. I guess I never had the chance to be all on my own.

... But I mean, you don't have to be either. I'd be happy to help out.

There's nothing wrong with never having that chance. I set out because I'm a Sawsbuck, and that's just part of growing up for us... but alone isn't a very fun thing to be, is it?

[And there's that generous offer. Aw, shucks, Bulba. You're officially friends now. Here is your proof: suddenly, deerface all rubbin' up on you. You are now going to smell like deer for days.]

Thank you, Bulba. I have a feeling it'll be much easier to survive here if I know I have friends!

[No, being alone was not a very fun thing to be. If there was anything that Bulba was scared of more than the dark, it was the idea of being completely alone.

But oh hey there was a very distracting deerface all up in Bulba's everything. Bulba had not anticipated this move, and gave a small yelp of ticklish laughter. Nnnoo not the rubbings. The Ivysaur reached out with a paw to lightly bat at Kieran's nose. Shoo.]

I hope so! If you need anything, just let me know.

Relax! I'm just giving you my scent.

[He laughed, but he got that deerface all outta Bulba's personal bubble.]

It's certainly not very winter-hearted of me to expect someone else to do the work for me, but I'm grateful to have you. You speak like you know all about this place.

Now I'm all deerish.

[He sounded far more amused than anything else. But there was a brief, curious pause.]

Winter-hearted...? [Now it was over.]

There's nothing wrong with asking questions! I'd think it would be more supplemental than cheating yourself of anything. There's still a lot of things I could ask about too... I guess it seems like I know a whole lot in comparison, but I'm still finding out more and more myself!

Yes, winter-hearted. This was the season I evolved, so it's the season that's left it's mark in me.

[Kieran got back up onto his feet. Sunbathing, admittedly, is much less filling when you are entirely lacking leaves.]

Maybe we are a little alike, then! I don't suppose Ivysaurs have the same adulthood rites, but it must be close enough.

Oh... huh. So what season you evolve in effects what kind of person you'll turn out to be...?

[That seemed like an interesting concept. Bulba mused on it a little as he watched Kieran get up.]

Mmm... probably? I don't think I'd be able to tell you very much about those, since I actually... um.

Well I don't know as much about them as I probably should.

Very much so! The season that you are attuned to is something that steers your entire life. Not just your personality, but your role in the herd, your strength, who you should choose as a mate when the rut comes. I imagine it must be different for those who don't care quite so much about the turning of nature's wheel, though.

[He would shrug if that were a thing a quadruped could actually do. Anyway, you probably don't want your primo basking space looking all sparse, so he's gonna drift a little ways away to paw some slush out of the way and do some grazing there.]

You must be younger than you look! I suppose you won't be ready to learn your kind's rites for a few years, then?

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