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I'm in the wrong place, the wrong time [OPEN]

Who: Kieran and YOU. (Guest-starring Ishimaru as the Cockblocking Dynamo maybe possibly.)
What: DEER ENCOUNTERS.
Where: All over the dang place.
When: October 20-24, let's say.

[Ah, autumn. When a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love.

Kieran was, admittedly, feeling a bit skeeved out by that strange way-too-intense spirit who had flatly told him that he was not allowed to rut this year, but in true a-little-too-flighty fashion, he had simply brushed it off. Surely everything would just work out fine in the end, right? They always did! Maybe that spirit would just forget all about it.

At any rate, there wasn't much point spending his days sitting around doing nothing. There were people to meet up with, places to explore, spars to fight, and all that exciting jazz. So for the next few days, it was probably going to be no surprise to find Kieran poking his nose in all over the place. Can't blame a guy for being curious, can you?]

((If Kieran has made plans to meet with you, this is the place for it to happen. If Kieran has not made plans to meet you, but you would like to meet him (and/or be subjected to atrocious attempts at flirtation), this is also the place for it to happen. If you would like to attempt to speak to Kieran only to be ABRUPTLY COCKBLOCKED BY ISHIMARU, this is also the place; please just note in the subject line that cockblocks are okay with you. Also specify a location/date, just for ease of keeping things organized, if you please.))

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Ah... I've already told Vinnie the story of First Healer. You could hear it from him, if he remembers it, so let's do the fawn stories.

[Brace yourself, Bulba. IT'S STORY TIME.]

It's well-known among our kind that we have not always been mana-types. Nor are we the only kind to change into mana-types, either! They say the first to figure this out was Leavanny, who begged the trees to bestow their protection onto her and her children. With the leaves they surrendered, she clothed herself in armor, and wrapped her fawns in thick, warm cloaks. The forest had never known anything like this before, and soon all of its children were speaking of Leavanny and her fine cloaks.

Burmy had heard all this talk, and her heart grew envious and resentful. "I have always wrapped myself in leaves!" she cried hotly.

"Maybe so," replied the trees, "but you shake off our gift when the time comes to evolve, and ignore our sheltering boughs for the freedom of the skies."

"Never again!" Burmy decided. "I don't care if I forsake the skies. If the earth grants me protection even finer than Leavanny's, then I shall be perfectly happy." And so it was that female Burmies gave up their wings, and instead evolve into Wormadams. Wormadam was very proud of her fine cloak, and boasted loudly to anyone who strayed near the tree she hung from. "Look! My coat is greater than anything Leavanny could craft! See these lovely flowers? See how much thicker it is than her sparse little garments! I am truly the most gifted in the forest."

When Leavanny heard Wormadam's claims, she was shocked. She had put her heart into weaving the finest cloaks she could for her children. How dare Wormadam look down on her hard work like that? Leavanny swore that she would teach Wormadam some humility by weaving a far greater cloak than even Wormadam's.

At first, she tried to weave it for herself, but she very quickly realized something: Wormadam's cloak was so thick that she could not even move. If Leavanny was going to continue her work, then she would have to have something to hang it from until she was ready to wear it. Of course, it was well-known in the forest that Sawsbuck had great and proud antlers, so it was she that Leavanny turned to.

"Sawsbuck," Leavanny begged, "lend me your antlers, that I may hang my gown from them until it is ready!" Sawsbuck agreed to help Leavanny out, and so Leavanny began to work right away. She began with flowers, pink blossoms with a finer perfume than Wormadam's flowers. These rare buds grew only in a few select places, so Leavanny spent the whole of spring searching them out and placing them just so upon Sawsbuck's antlers. Those alone, however, did not satisfy her. Her masterpiece had to be thicker than Wormadam's cloak! Leavanny busied herself with gathering the greenest leaves that she could find, expertly building them up until Sawsbuck's antlers were almost completely covered. But even that was not enough for Leavanny. As summer gave way to autumn and the leaves turned crimson, she still continued to work, until her gown swept down to Sawsbuck's shoulders like the fluffy wings of an Altaria.

At last, as autumn turned to winter, her work was complete. "There!" Leavanny cried. "My finest work. Surely Wormadam will have no more boastful words when she lays eyes on this. Here, Sawsbuck, lower your head and let me take it off you." Sawsbuck was very relieved; her head was getting very tired after standing there for so many seasons with this heavy cloak weighing her down! Only when she tried to pull it off, it would not budge! Leavanny had worked for so long that the cloak had taken root in Sawsbuck's antlers. To this day, Leavanny's masterpiece builds itself up over and over again on top of our very heads. And whenever Leavannies look for someone to create cloaks for, they look away from the Sawsbucks -- they still wear Leavanny's greatest creation!

[Bulba noted to ask Vinnie about the other story later.

But he listened intently, alternating between paying attention to where they were going and watching Kieran tell the story. More often than not he was watching the deer, so his memory of which way they were going was going to be a bit patchy until they came back around again. Honestly, watching the deer was as interesting as listening to the story itself. It was just really obvious that he was really into it and it was kind of adorable.

Occasionally the Ivysaur would make quiet side comments akin to "wow Wormadam you're a butt," though not entirely in those words. Mostly he just stayed quiet and attentive until the end.]

It's a really interesting way to think about it... I wondered sometimes how some of us got the way we are.

[Folk stories were just a whole new thing to him, gosh. He smiled at Kieran.]

You wear it very well, hehe.

You think so?

[There's a little hint of a smile on his face at that. Kieran gives his head a little shake, but the effect is not quite the same when there is only a ribbon instead of giant rustly boughs of foliage.]

It's only one of many stories about how we became this way. There are a few silly stories that we tell to make the fawns laugh, though. I remember one that says we became mana-type because we ate so many leaves that trees sprouted in our bellies.

[He laughs again, slowing his pace down a bit. Ah, they're just about here.]

I'm not so sure about that particular story, but... the other stories we do have, we keep for a really important reason. Not just so we know how we got the way we are, but to honor the things that were given to us. Every time a story is retold, we give a little more life to that memory. This is the way we express our gratitude.

[Kieran stops for a moment, smile sliding back into the usual earnest stare as he looks over to Bulba.]

That's why your stories are important too, Bulba. That's why I want my herd to hear them.

[... That one was a very silly story. Bulba giggled at it, recalling the phrase "you are what you eat." So that extended all the way to wild pokemon too, huh?

But this was all a really nice way to go about presenting things. It was deeply personal, but very easily shared. He liked that a lot. So Bulba gave Kieran's hand a little squeeze and nodded.]

I'm not a good story teller, but I'll do my best.

[Oh, they had slowed down, hadn't they? Bulba glanced around them, catching his bearings again.]

Is it near here...?

[Kieran nodded, then released Bulba's hand.]

It's a little hard to spot, but it's just up here. Careful, the ground drops away pretty sharply.

[A quick, easy trot carries him to the place in question: a massive, ancient skeleton of a tree half-jutting out from a small overhang. Only the roots and a part of the trunk remained; likely, the top half had snapped off or been split by lightning ages ago. In the empty space this life had left, however, there were signs of new life: a few distinctive lopsided Lum sprouts were growing here, though they had no berries to offer up at this time of year.

The eroded space beneath its roots was large enough to form a shelter of sorts, which was where Kieran headed.]

I suppose it's not quite as impressive as the gates to the realm of the gods, but this is a spot we learn very early on! If we ever get hurt or separated from the herd, this is a safe place to hide until we get found. It's the first secret place a Deerling ever learns about in our herd.

[Bulba followed behind him, notably slower as he drank in the sights. It had been a little hard to spot at first, so for a moment the Ivysaur wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for. He figured it out soon enough though, just in time for him to gracefully almost slip down a step. Whoops. Good job. Bulba partially hoped Kieran hadn't noticed, and kept a slightly better track of where his feet were going now.

That was admittedly a bit hard to do when he was so captivated by the spot itself. It looked a bit haunting, somewhat, but it felt the complete opposite. Its cubbies beckoned invitingly, and Bulba followed Kieran over to them without question. He would have been completely all over this place as a Bulbasaur- which wasn't to say that he didn't feel a similar itch to explore it now, but it just screamed for tiny critter investigations.]

No I... I think it's a whole lot more impressive...

[He was a little quiet as he spoke, realizing (remembering?) just how opposite they were. The school's gates were something that just blended into everything else for Bulba, but here he was staring bright eyed at a tree that should have seemed like any old things. Huh.]

[Kieran sat down, knees pulled up to his chest; he may have been a Sawsbuck now, but enough of the Deerling days lingered that the instinct to curl up in this hidden little place still lingered. He stayed quiet, a faintly pleased little smile hovering on his face. Let Bulba explore the place at his own pace, of course, but the spot next to him remained open and inviting.

He may not have been so sure that this measured up to the impressive iron gates that kept out the unworthy, but for Bulba to find beauty in a place that was important to him was... it was really nice. He really had hoped that Bulba wouldn't find it boring. So far, it'd always been other showing Kieran the new and unfamiliar parts of their world; now that Bulba was here in his home forest, Kieran was eager to share the modest happinesses of his own world, small though it may have been.]

Then you like it...? I thought it was good to start here. There are predators here and it can be easy to lose your path, but the very first thing I wanted to show you is that it's a protecting, comfortable place. Welcome to our forest, Bulba.

[Something almost close to shyness hovered at the edge of his expression then, coaxing out a hint of a laugh.]

Though maybe "welcome" isn't the right word! It's not like it's your first time among the trees, is it? Welcome back, then?

[He had taken his time, curiously poking his nose into things as much as he could without really getting in the way. It was all really interesting! It wasn't really so much that any of it was very new, either. Seeing things with newer eyes, maybe? It seemed a little silly to put it that way, being a grass type himself, but it was sort of how it felt.

Eventually Bulba went to take advantage of that prime sitting location, scooting up close next to Kieran to share in the secrecy of the area. He leaned up and gave him a quick, appreciative little nuzzle with a smile.]

It's my first time to a place you consider special, though. I think "welcome" works well for that.

I like it a lot.

[In Kieran's world, there was no need for touch to be fleeting. He couldn't have been happier that this modest little childhood hiding place had earned a seal of approval, and he saw no reason not to express that happiness. Bulba's swift little nuzzle was eagerly met, and even after he retreated, Kieran followed after him, still seeking that closeness and warmth. He brushed up beneath Bulba's ear with a pleased little laugh, instinctively trying to pick the other grass-type's scent up onto his own skin.]

The first of many more visits, I hope. I suppose it must sound silly, but... I think you were the reason I came back to the Realm of the Gods, Bulba.

[Maybe he should have been expecting that, but he really hadn't been. His ear flicked a few times, sensitive and ticklish, and Bulba let out a breathy little giggle under the deer's administrations. The Ivysaur turned his head to continue his own nuzzling, but he had to pause as he felt his face begin to grow somewhat warm and he blinked.]

... Huh? ...Me?

[If Kieran had clued in to Bulba's reddening face, he didn't give any sign of it. He pulled back long enough to give a single nod, that faint little smile creeping back onto his face.]

I dreamed that my forest lead me back to you. If that never happened, then I don't think I would have known where to migrate once the season turned to autumn. Sure enough, when I came back, it started to be awful and frightening again, just like when I first came... but you were there, and you were the one who made everything safe.

[A dream of forests leading back to him. Bulba drew in a soft breath of surprise as he recalled some of his hazier memories of that night.]

So that was you...

[Bulba lowered his head, gently resting it on Kieran's shoulder. It was kind of flustering. He was getting a lot of credit he was pretty sure he didn't really deserve. But if he managed to actually do something to help the Sawsbuck feel safe, then Bulba supposed it didn't really matter how much he desered he credit or what he had even done.]

...I'm glad i could do that much for you. And i'm glad you're back.

[He didn't really know what to make of that first little bit, admittedly; his dream was only his, right? Still, it was (for better or for worse) Kieran's nature to accept things for what they were, even if they maybe didn't quite make sense to him.

There were more important things on his mind, anyway. A warm head on his shoulder, for example, and the soft fragrance attached to it -- comfortingly alive and sweet in a season where green life was fading away.]

I'm glad I'm back, too.

[Kieran wasn't the type to let his nerves hold him back -- rather, it was a simple lack of knowledge. He was sure of what he wanted to do, but how to do it was... well, he really didn't understand how humans expressed that kind of thing. If it'd been one Sawsbuck to another, maybe, but people operated under very different rules, it seemed. Well, it might be a bit abrupt, but he'd always gone by the "if you don't know, ask" philosophy, so...]

Ah, Bulba? Is it... strange for spirits to lick one another?

Eh?

[Bulba blinked and inclined his head slightly. He couldn't say that licking was generally part of his usual conversations, so the question was one that he hadn't been expecting at all. Huh.]

Mmm... People generally don't. Humans, I mean. But there are some of us, ah, spirits... Well. I still lick Green sometimes even in this body out of habit. Human spirits are more inclined to do things like kissing and stuff.

[Oh, yes, this sounded like a helpful line of conversation! See, asking totally pays off.]

I see! Then... what's kissing?

[It probably involves hands; they seem to be part of everything humans do. He sort of felt like he should be doing something with his, anyway. His eyes wandered up to Bulba's hair curiously, right around where he'd been nuzzling not so long ago.]

Kissing's... Hm. I guess it is sort of like a mixture between a lick and a nuzzle?

[Bulba thought about it for a moment. Then he lifted his head, leaning up towards Kieran to place a soft smooch on the deer's cheek. Physical demonstrations seemed easiest.]

That's a kiss on the cheek. It's like a more casual lick of affection.

Oh!

[Kieran gave a happy little gasp. That was kissing? What a cute gesture! Some of the things Kieran learned about were very confusing and counter-intuitive to him, but this seemed to be something that made an awful lot of sense.

More importantly, this armed him with exactly the info he needed to act on his intentions. He brought a hand up to cradle Bulba's hair, holding him steady as he mimicked the gesture, giving Bulba a cheek-smooch of his own.]

Like that?

[The touch on his hair was unexpected. He blinked twice, but held still as the deer administered his smooches. Bulba giggled a little.]

Just like that. Those ones are good between friends.

Between friends...

[Well, that was certainly a nice thing, and Bulba was certainly a friend, but that wasn't necessarily what Kieran had been meaning. He tilted his head a little, still close, fingers entwining themselves in Bulba's hair.]

Then what do lovers do?

[That was a strangely pleasant sensation. Bulba focused on the feel of Kieran's fingers for a moment, as if they were a distraction for how aware he was of his breath warm against his cheek.]

...Lovers... ah, they kiss in lots of different ways, but usually its with their mouths together.

[This ought, perhaps, to have been the part where Kieran started getting bashful and nervous. Instead of sparking apprehension, though, this bit of news just sparked excitement.]

That's exactly what I needed to know!

[Kieran was a deer with a few flaws: too flighty, too impulsive, too open with his emotions. This was no exception to that: the fingers caught in Bulba's hair tensed, gently urging him closer, and Kieran did just what he'd been told about: he pressed his lips to Bulba's eagerly.]

[He sort of saw this coming, but it didn't stop the soft gasp of surprise from leaving his lips as Kieran drew him closer.

In an instant, there was a series of thoughts that fired off in Bulba's mind. First, he probably shouldn't have been doing this. Second, he questioned why he thought that. He wasn't seeing anyone. He wasn't actually betraying anything when the only thing he had was a pining for something that couldn't and wouldn't ever happen. Third, Kieran smelled good. Fourth, it was a little clumsy and eager, but his mouth felt really... nice.

So even though he was suddenly blushing enough for the both of them, Bulba kissed him back, drawing it into slightly more than just a touch of pressed lips.]

[For all his boldness, the possibility that Bulba may not necessarily share any sort of autumnal feelings had definitely occurred to Kieran. He knew that he was a little strange by human standards, and this was all such unfamiliar territory that he really wasn't sure where he was supposed to go from here. But he did know these things: Bulba was patient, and Bulba was kissing him back. Things would be okay. He could figure it out.

He drew back slightly, just enough to allow space for a breathless little laugh and a whisper.]

Ah, I'm sort of figuring this out as I go... just let me know what feels good, okay?

[Having said that, he returned his lips to Bulba's. That had definitely been good -- he didn't want to stop that just yet. Still unsure what to do with his hands, he decided to just do what his nose normally would have done: exploring Bulba's hair, running over his ears, earnestly seeking out his scent.]

[He nodded with a small smile.]

It's fine... Me too.

[Which was true. He had not done anything much beyond simple kisses himself. Which was fine. He liked those a lot.

So he was a bit more readily welcome when Kieran closed back in. The Ivysaur was a little more sure of what he wanted to do with his own hands, slipping them up over Kieran's shoulders and feeling out what he could beneath his folds of fabric. It was exploratory until Kiearan's fingers found his ears- then it was a matter of having something to curl his fingers in.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, mumbling breathiy against Kieran's chin.]

T-there... Just a little lower...

[It surprised him a bit, that there would be human matters Bulba wasn't familiar with; so far, he'd had so many answers for Kieran's quesions that he'd just taken Bulba for an expert in the ways of humans. It was somehow a bit of a comfort, though, that they were on the same level. A lesson was a nice thing, without a doubt, but exploring together sounded a lot more adventurous.

With Bulba's direction, his hands grew more confident. So the ears were sensitive...? He lingered a moment, tracing along the outside edge, then did as asked, focusing his attention lower. Instinct took over, urging him to sneak in a brief, cheek-to-cheek nuzzle.]

How's that?

I'm in the wrong place, the wrong time [OPEN]

oh my god /vomits words uncontrollably

/rolls around in them in delight

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u nastee

>:D

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