smash_logs | 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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~~Ow. Oooow. OOOUCH CHARLIE! OOOooouuuch!~~

"Bloody hell!" Jon yelped as he felt the draining of energy from the wounds. It was a profoundly unsettling feeling and he struggled to be free of it as quickly as possible, backpedalling furiously. He'd been expecting an influx of energy in the OPPOSITE direction - some kind of powered up intrusion that would blow him backward or burn... not this... sickly, strangely cold feeling of just the reverse.

He shook his head, jowls flapping a little as he tried to rid himself of the jibblies. "...I can't say I'm a fan of that one."

GOOD.

Kieran T. Deerface is nobody's late-evening snack. Satisfied that he'd made his point (badum-tssht), Kieran reared up, pivoting on his hind legs and springing away once again.

Good. They were back to the fun stuff. And now Jon knew to avoid those antlers like the dickens should they happen to be glowing.

"Oi! Fresh-Meat! You're new about the place, eh?"

Jon doubted the deer would stop running, but wasn't against the idea of trying to strike up a conversation of some sort. The fact was, he couldn't kill this deer. He would not generally chat with something he intended to eat.

"I'm not meat! Leave me alone, hound!"

The energy that he'd siphoned away from Jon had brought the edge back to Kieran's step; he definitely didn't have any intention of stopping for a little bit of lighthearted small talk.

"Of course you are. Deer meat is called Venison."

See? You're getting an education.

"That technique you just used on me - what's it called?"

"Come any closer and you'll get another demonstration of it!" Kieran tossed his head, the faintest flicker of gold dancing around his antlers. Not the best at small talk whilist fleeing for his life from his worst fear? Yeah, maybe a little.

"What other techniques do you have? Show me those."

Yeah. That's right. Show Me Your Moves.

Well, you asked for it. Again, Kieran wheeled around and braced himself. This time, a halo of light traced itself around his feet -- pale green for only the briefest of instants, then bleaching itself to a frigid, lifeless shade of blue-gray. Tendrils of light coiled up his legs like vines reaching for sunlight. The patchy snow around his feet, once little more than slush, now danced around him in a vigorous flurry.

Traces of the light woven around his legs seemed to have sunk into Kieran himself; the same wintery glow now flickered in his eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing the same strange glow, now apparently condensing itself into a freeezing mass. Sawsbucks, ordinarily, were entirely incapable of using ice-type moves. This, however, was less Kieran's own strength, and more him channelling the land itself to defend one of its keepers. The snow beneath his hooves had transformed Nature Power into Ice Beam -- which meant that he was launching a whole lot of cold in Jon's direction.

Jon had watched the display almost trancelike - He hated to admit this of a prey animal? But Kieran's arsenal was pretty impressive.

The Icebeam was as unexpected as the draining attack had been and while Jon had been preparing for a projectile, he wasn't at ALL thinking of ice. The beam wooshed past him like the chillest winter wind he'd ever experienced in England's snowy north. The fur which had the misfortune to be too close to it was now swished back, frozen in place, and jon gave the smallest of shivers. He was very, very glad he had not decided to take that in the chest just to see what it could do.

"You've a good deal of fight in you." he commented. "Why are you running away from me so fast if you've these sorts of abilities?"

Kieran had already resumed sprinting for ~~deer~~ dear life as soon as he'd finished that move; you would have to be some kind of crazy to be a juicy, delicious deer and not run away from a wolf.

"I'm a child of the forest. I don't kill. It's hounds like you who are the bringers of death!"

"Who said a single thing about killing? I couldn't kill you even if I wanted to being you're probably a new student."

Kieran's energy boost oh-so-graciously provided by Jon was making him just a little harder to keep up with. But the Werewolf was managing.

"Keep in mind, I've not actually ATTACKED you at all. Just chased."

"I am a deer and you are a wolf. I would say there is nothing wrong with my fear of you." Yes, he was keeping up for now, but surely that couldn't last forever... right? Maybe another Horn Leech would do the trick...

"Frankly I would be deeply, irrevocably offended if you WEREN'T scared of me." Jon replied. "But the unfortunate fact remains you're actually fairly safe on school grounds. I might be a Wolf, but I may as well be almost anything BUT for all the harm I'm technically allowed to do you."

"Forgive me if this fails to instantly dissipate my fear."

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