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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"No!" Kieran proudly informed him. "I have never seen these doors before in my life!"

But joy of joys, the path was opened! Kieran happily sprang inside and began investigating in earnest. His first stop was a sewing machine, which he sniffed -- a faint smell of aged plastic.

"What is this structure for?" He glanced over his shoulder, eyes settling on Kanji expectantly. Like it or not, Kanj, he's apparently decided you are now his tour guide.

No, Kanji really did not want to be a tour guide, especially for a moron who didn't know what a door was. Then, Kanji would have to explain foreign concepts like windows and ceilings. However, Kanji begrudgingly followed the kid into the room, mostly to make sure he wouldn't break anything.

"It's a sewing machine," he huffed, "You use it to make clothes and stuff." He tried to resist the urge to sit down at the machine and show off. No, he wasn't going to out-loser this guy here, at least not today.

I am not entirely sure that out-losering Kieran is even possible.

"Oh! That's really clever! How does it do that?" He began attempting to investigate, but all he was really accomplishing was lowering and raising the foot and messing with the dial a bunch.

Okay now this kid was probably going to break the sewing machine, prompting Kanji's "don't break things" reflexes to kick in.

"Whoa, whoa! Don't touch that!" he called, rushing over to protect the machine from being further damaged.

"It's a technique you gotta master..." And then before he knew it, he found himself explaining how to sew with a machine, demonstrating on a spare piece of cloth.

Kieran, meanwhile, was hanging onto every word with rapt attention. He wasn't sure that he quite understood an awful lot of it, but he did know this much: Kanji had willed this strange white rock-ish thingy into noise and action. This was unlike any magic he'd ever seen before!

"You must be a creator god," he breathed in utter awe.

Kanji actually, was very flattered that this guy would praise him like this. A creator god, huh? Yeah, Kanji could sure use more of that praise. And this guy wasn't making fun of him for being a girly man for sewing, or for being a sissy or whatever. No, he was praising him!

"Yeah? I guess you could say that, but it's just a machine here. All you gotta do is this..." And he demonstrated further, moving the cloth in a pattern on the machine.

It might have been simple stuff to Kanji, but as far as Kieran understood, this was the equivalent of turning water into wine. He'll just be gawking over your shoulder and sparkling rampantly.

"This is absolutely amazing! What else can you create?"

"Ahh... heh... I mean, I can make some dolls 'n stuff, if you're into that kind of thing. I mean, I'm not into dolls but I can make them."

Truthfully Kanji didn't play with dolls or anything, but they were the most fun to make. And he certainly didn't mind sitting at this sewing machine with a guy throwing him endless praise. This was a great change of pace.

Dolls...? This was not a word that Kieran had heard before. If they had some relation to this creator-magic, though, then he most definitely wanted to learn about what they were. He hovered over Kanji's shoulder, tugging at his jacket eagerly.

"May I see them? The dolls, I mean."

"Huh? I don't have any dolls with me right now," he said. "I mean, I could make you one and give it to you next week or something."

He suddenly became afraid again about making dolls for someone, but then again, he just said he would. He would have to deal with it. Maybe Yu would know what to do...

"You would really do that for me? You're most kind, creator god! I don't think I have much to offer in return. ...Would you like me to carry you on my back?"

Uhhh. Yes. That is totally a reasonable thing to offer, Kieran?? Piggyback rides????

"Whoa, don't call me no god or nothin... I mean, not that I mind the compliments, but you can just call me Kanji."

Then he heard his offer.

"NO. No carrying me! Just... no. Don't worry 'bout it, 'kay?"

Kanji, bro, you're missing out on impressing the ladies with an epic mount. Ladies love epic mounts.

"As you wish, Kanji. If you've given me your name, then it's only fair I give you mine, right? Kieran. I'm only a humble child of the forest, but I'd be honored to call you a friend!"

Well if Kanji knew that this guy was actually a deer, then maybe he'd be more inclined to ride him. But not as a human. Sorry, bro.

"All right, Kieran. Good to meet you, I guess."

Although Kanji was sure that he probably wouldn't be able to stand being around this guy for more than five minutes at a time.

herei come snep run over your pokmens

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