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smash_logs2013-05-22 08:01 pm
cottonhearted) wrote in smash_logs2013-05-22 08:01 pm
This week: Snap vomits violence-related logs everywhere
Who: Alorah, Blake, and later Blue also
What: A mishap in the city mars Blue's perfect poglesitting record, FGO style
Where: da city
When: May 21, before Gold gets home
Warnings: Violence against cottonballs
Gold was coming back today! Blue had been very kind about looking out for Alorah while he'd been gone; she hadn't exactly been lonely or anything, but... well, she'd been watching the calendar quite closely for a while now. She didn't know exactly how far away Hyrule was, but Alorah was sure that Gold was bound to be tired after a long trip like that, and had resolved to make his welcome as warm as she could make it. A nice and tidy room, laundry cleaned and put away, a freshly-made bed just ready for a weary traveller to sink into with an especially cottony teddy bear, and... maybe just one more thing, too. Something to be the cherry on top of the welcome-home sundae. She'd been getting better and better at baking; maybe she could surprise him with something nice.
Nothing too ambitious, she decided, just in case if it didn't turn out right. Some kind of cake, maybe -- she could work on her piping skills that way. She was short a few ingredients -- icing sugar and butter, that's it -- but that was nothing a quick run to the nearest market couldn't fix. Warnings and news reports fluttered hauntingly in the back of her mind for just a moment, but she pushed them away. There was no strength in letting fear stop her from doing something for somebody she loved, was there? She could waft her way there as her usual tiny cottonweed self and be far too high up to be noticed. Her groceries proved too heavy for a Jumpluff to carry, but even as a human, she was nobody noteworthy; she was sure that if she hurried and kept her head down, nobody would notice such an unspectacular creature as her.
She'd been wrong. A cluster of teenagers had locked onto her, at first with uncomfortable pressing inquiries about the peculiar colour of her hair, then with growing hostility as the unnatural cherry-red of her eyes had been noticed. She'd tried to ignore them. They'd circled in front of her. One hand grabbed a handful of hair, and she panicked, groceries spilling on the ground as she reverted to her Jumpluff form. The boy in question had been left clutching nothing but a few loose spores as she tried to pick up altitude, wafting higher and higher... until a rock caught her in the back, knocking her back down low enough that one of them could grab onto her tail, tugging her back down to earth.
The revelation that she was actually some kind of dandelion was met with ominous delight, a few wry comments about doing a little weeding sending goosebumps up Alorah's spine. "Hey, make a wish," the one holding her laughed, grabbing onto one of her fluffy arm tufts and pulling the cotton free. Jumpluff spores were made for scattering -- it wasn't as debilitating as losing leaves would have been to a Hoppip, but the sharp pain of losing seeds that weren't ready to let themselves loose yet still had Alorah squeaking in horror. As best as she could, she kicked her tiny feet against the hand holding onto her tail, pulling herself out of his grip.
With one of her arms plucked bare, she didn't have the lift to stay in the air. She hit the pavement before the seeds that had been pulled loose did; they rained down almost lazily, a startling contrast to the frantic panic churning around wildly in the pit of her stomach. She tried again to wave her tufts, hoping against hope that she'd still be able to ride a breeze away from this, but her lopsided hopping just earned a round of jeering laughter from the boys that had circled around her. One caught her mid-hop with a kick, sending her rolling a couple feet down the sidewalk in a way that just had them laughing harder. It wasn't just a weed, one announced, but also the perfect kickball! For a moment, she seized on the thought of trying to fight back, but the only attack she knew -- U-Turn -- would be useless without the agility that the air gave to her. Any Sleep Powder left in her remaining tufts would be released too low to the ground for her tormentors to inhale it. Then what?
One of the boys, with the callous playfulness of a schoolkid tormenting a stray cat, answered that question clearly enough: "How about a game of soccer?"
What: A mishap in the city mars Blue's perfect poglesitting record, FGO style
Where: da city
When: May 21, before Gold gets home
Warnings: Violence against cottonballs
Gold was coming back today! Blue had been very kind about looking out for Alorah while he'd been gone; she hadn't exactly been lonely or anything, but... well, she'd been watching the calendar quite closely for a while now. She didn't know exactly how far away Hyrule was, but Alorah was sure that Gold was bound to be tired after a long trip like that, and had resolved to make his welcome as warm as she could make it. A nice and tidy room, laundry cleaned and put away, a freshly-made bed just ready for a weary traveller to sink into with an especially cottony teddy bear, and... maybe just one more thing, too. Something to be the cherry on top of the welcome-home sundae. She'd been getting better and better at baking; maybe she could surprise him with something nice.
Nothing too ambitious, she decided, just in case if it didn't turn out right. Some kind of cake, maybe -- she could work on her piping skills that way. She was short a few ingredients -- icing sugar and butter, that's it -- but that was nothing a quick run to the nearest market couldn't fix. Warnings and news reports fluttered hauntingly in the back of her mind for just a moment, but she pushed them away. There was no strength in letting fear stop her from doing something for somebody she loved, was there? She could waft her way there as her usual tiny cottonweed self and be far too high up to be noticed. Her groceries proved too heavy for a Jumpluff to carry, but even as a human, she was nobody noteworthy; she was sure that if she hurried and kept her head down, nobody would notice such an unspectacular creature as her.
She'd been wrong. A cluster of teenagers had locked onto her, at first with uncomfortable pressing inquiries about the peculiar colour of her hair, then with growing hostility as the unnatural cherry-red of her eyes had been noticed. She'd tried to ignore them. They'd circled in front of her. One hand grabbed a handful of hair, and she panicked, groceries spilling on the ground as she reverted to her Jumpluff form. The boy in question had been left clutching nothing but a few loose spores as she tried to pick up altitude, wafting higher and higher... until a rock caught her in the back, knocking her back down low enough that one of them could grab onto her tail, tugging her back down to earth.
The revelation that she was actually some kind of dandelion was met with ominous delight, a few wry comments about doing a little weeding sending goosebumps up Alorah's spine. "Hey, make a wish," the one holding her laughed, grabbing onto one of her fluffy arm tufts and pulling the cotton free. Jumpluff spores were made for scattering -- it wasn't as debilitating as losing leaves would have been to a Hoppip, but the sharp pain of losing seeds that weren't ready to let themselves loose yet still had Alorah squeaking in horror. As best as she could, she kicked her tiny feet against the hand holding onto her tail, pulling herself out of his grip.
With one of her arms plucked bare, she didn't have the lift to stay in the air. She hit the pavement before the seeds that had been pulled loose did; they rained down almost lazily, a startling contrast to the frantic panic churning around wildly in the pit of her stomach. She tried again to wave her tufts, hoping against hope that she'd still be able to ride a breeze away from this, but her lopsided hopping just earned a round of jeering laughter from the boys that had circled around her. One caught her mid-hop with a kick, sending her rolling a couple feet down the sidewalk in a way that just had them laughing harder. It wasn't just a weed, one announced, but also the perfect kickball! For a moment, she seized on the thought of trying to fight back, but the only attack she knew -- U-Turn -- would be useless without the agility that the air gave to her. Any Sleep Powder left in her remaining tufts would be released too low to the ground for her tormentors to inhale it. Then what?
One of the boys, with the callous playfulness of a schoolkid tormenting a stray cat, answered that question clearly enough: "How about a game of soccer?"
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Jock was reliably obsessed with protecting their Mistress during this time of turmoil - and it was a valiant and good thing. But protecting her reputation was almost as important, in the Mightyena's mind. A leader needed more than strength in direct confrontation to have power in a place such as this. Blake intended to preserve it.
And so it had been fortunate that the days passed them all in relative peace. There had been some rather drastic measures instilled in the city, but so far it had harmed none of them, which was all that mattered. The Mightyena kept to his true form most of the time, opting to keep to the shadows whenever possible. Being that much of the animosity was aimed towards nonhumans who posed as people and tried to walk among them as equals, a creature that both looked and acted like a dog usually slipped by without notice.
(The distrust was understandable, in Blake's opinion. After all, these human forms they wore were lies. An attempt to cloak themselves as something they were not. Of course Humankind would feel rage to liars.)
But he had been remiss in keeping watch over everyone. He'd woken up from a short nap that morning to find the Jumpluff's scent trail leading away from her dorm and off campus. It was... odd. Not her usual routine. And for this to happen on the way she was to rejoin her other Clan... the Dark Type had a bad feeling, and he was the only one awake to act on it.
He followed his nose all the way out into the city - but he was already too late. In that small timespan, the Jumpluff had already been assailed upon.
Mistress Blue commanded us to look after them. Mistress Blue will suffer if Gold's Clan falls.
Blake howled - an air-rending sound that seemed to echo off the walls and raise his attack - diverting their attention away from their cottony victim.