September Event: Creature Feature

[loveskulls]

And now, for something a little different.

The town crier, now a centaur, had a bit of fascinating news for all those who would gather round to hear him. And you will gather round, because he seems to be one of the only ones who knows what’s going on. Some moments after you drank water this day, you may have noticed a sudden shift in body parts. Perhaps you have horse legs, or wings, or a horse tail, or extra eyes, maybe too few eyes, or perhaps hooves— A lot of creatures are part horse, aren’t they?

The town crier does his duty and tells you the tale. As it happens, a wizard of local dubious renown was seen fleeing the town early this morning. Long time locals knew this to be a sign of terribleness to come. At the scene of the crime was a discarded bucket with a sludgey residue inside. This was initially nothing that caused alarm. There were many buckets of sludge around town. Yet when the investigations began, the Mistress quickly deduced that the sludge was a horrific transmogrification potion.

She has called all suspicious persons to her castle for questioning. Ordinarily, she would allow this to slide. If the people of her town want to make one another miserable, then they are at liberty to do so. But, this was personal.

Your much beloved Mistress was looking rather more furry than usual. From head-to-toe she was covered in long, silky, fur— much befitting for the most beautiful yeti in all the land.

Will you answer her call? Are you stuck in some predicament that does not allow you to attend? Or have you lost your legs entirely?

[[OOC: The ooc for this event is over here]]

Comments

[ignisvulpes]

Wow, you poor son of a bitch. And here I thought I was having a rough time, losing my pants and all.

[Yeah, no, there's no sympathy there. Just mockery.]

[hauntpadour]

I'm sure you don't mind going around without pants, Kaphlar.

[ignisvulpes]

... What the fuck does that even mean? Are you trying to call me a pervert or something?

[hauntpadour]

I'm saying you don't seem like the type to be very discerning.

[Take that as you will, Kaph. Egon keeps his arms crossed, though it's not particularly noticeable since his arms blend into the rest of his slimy body. He's also tempted to say you seem like the type of person who'd toxify the water and then accidentally drink it yourself.]

[ignisvulpes]

Hey, pal, don't talk shit without knowing who you're talking about. [He jabs his finger into Egon's chest. Then he immediately regrets his decision and flicks his hand free of goo.]

[hauntpadour]

I've gotten enough information about you

[Egon will poke right back, leaving a little dot of slime on the smaller man's shirt.]

[ignisvulpes]

Hey, hands off! [He tries to slap Egon's hand away, and that turns out to be even more regrettable than just poking him.] Christ, what the hell are you even made of?

[hauntpadour]

I don't know, and I want to find the person responsible for this.

Some kind of massive, non-solid snail I think.

[You're slapping away parts of his body, Kaph. He needs those. Egon will retreat partially into his shell, the tentacles that make up his hair wiggling faintly.]

[ignisvulpes]

Gross. I didn't expect something like that out of this place...

[hauntpadour]

I didn't *either*

[Egon continues to scowl, pointing at Kaff.]

At least your form isn't messy

[ignisvulpes]

[Kaph's tail lashes from side to side, but the look on his face seems a bit too theatrical to be sincerely offended.]

Someone's never had to deal with shedding.

[hauntpadour]

I could deal with shedding, it's leaving a slime trail I'm irritated by.

[ignisvulpes]

Get a towel or something. Or just lock yourself up until the problem goes away!

[hauntpadour]

I am going to solve this problem proactively.

[And he will do it the Spengler way. Which means he's going to logic it until he can start throwing punches.]