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revivalproject2023-03-26 10:30 pm
catchable) wrote in revivalproject2023-03-26 10:30 pm
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WHO: A Blackbeard and a black cat
WHERE: Near the Towers
WHAT: Aaah! Monsters!
WHEN: End of March
WARNINGS: Ed has no problem kicking a cat, so watch out for that if you're sensitive.
As a professional scaredy cat, it was not immediately obvious to Salem how moody those wavering obelisks made him. They made him nervous, that was natural. Of course he didn't like looking at them! In fact, he liked looking at them so little that once one appeared near the doors of the tall building that housed the Deep End, Salem made the executive decision not to leave anymore. He had everything he needed, after all. And it was still cold out there, and the little boots that Lark had made him were already crusty with mud that he didn't know how to clean. No, Salem would not be going outside anymore, like a well behaved house cat.
A house cat that could not use a toilet.
There was a certain amount of coordination required for this small, four-legged body to manage the task that he had never bothered to master, and at this point was too fat and pampered to manage even if he tried. And he did, a couple of times, ending up humiliatingly soaked in toilet water and sulking in the staircase where that chicken would not come find him and know his shame. The chicken already knew too much. He was going to have to venture back outside, in as brief of ventures as he could manage.
That was when Salem realized that he didn't even have to be looking at the obelisks to make his stomach clench. He was a master of ignoring the obvious, after all, and should have been able to trot outside with his eyes closed and not even know if the sun was out, and even then he felt his hair standing on end and his ears turning back on their own. That thing really was doing something to him. He shouldn't have ever touched it. What it deserved, then, was to have someone do something to it, and Salem was out here to do some important business.
After days of avoiding the structure, he went slinking up to the one so close to his home turf and sacred sushi place, belly almost on the ground and talking himself through the anxiety with as much pep as he could muster, "You can do this, big guy, be a man, be a witch, you've faced worse things! You've faced plagues! Witch trials! Disco Demolition Night!" Sniffing at its base revealed that no one else wanted to get this close to it, either--if any other animal had been nearby, it was long enough ago that the scent was stale, and the grass was growing tall where it was otherwise pressed down and disturbed.
The only other animal as incredibly brave as Salem as to risk coming near this beacon of horrors was that gigantic goose with antlers.
They stared at each other, both apparently coming to terms with the existence of the other. Then the giant goose opened its very un-goose-like mouth to show the row of teeth that geese did not have, and Salem remembered that he was not brave. Unfortunately, he was still stuck in his pep talk loop, and his solution to being threatened with un-goose-like teeth was to shout, "Be a man!"
WHERE: Near the Towers
WHAT: Aaah! Monsters!
WHEN: End of March
WARNINGS: Ed has no problem kicking a cat, so watch out for that if you're sensitive.
As a professional scaredy cat, it was not immediately obvious to Salem how moody those wavering obelisks made him. They made him nervous, that was natural. Of course he didn't like looking at them! In fact, he liked looking at them so little that once one appeared near the doors of the tall building that housed the Deep End, Salem made the executive decision not to leave anymore. He had everything he needed, after all. And it was still cold out there, and the little boots that Lark had made him were already crusty with mud that he didn't know how to clean. No, Salem would not be going outside anymore, like a well behaved house cat.
A house cat that could not use a toilet.
There was a certain amount of coordination required for this small, four-legged body to manage the task that he had never bothered to master, and at this point was too fat and pampered to manage even if he tried. And he did, a couple of times, ending up humiliatingly soaked in toilet water and sulking in the staircase where that chicken would not come find him and know his shame. The chicken already knew too much. He was going to have to venture back outside, in as brief of ventures as he could manage.
That was when Salem realized that he didn't even have to be looking at the obelisks to make his stomach clench. He was a master of ignoring the obvious, after all, and should have been able to trot outside with his eyes closed and not even know if the sun was out, and even then he felt his hair standing on end and his ears turning back on their own. That thing really was doing something to him. He shouldn't have ever touched it. What it deserved, then, was to have someone do something to it, and Salem was out here to do some important business.
After days of avoiding the structure, he went slinking up to the one so close to his home turf and sacred sushi place, belly almost on the ground and talking himself through the anxiety with as much pep as he could muster, "You can do this, big guy, be a man, be a witch, you've faced worse things! You've faced plagues! Witch trials! Disco Demolition Night!" Sniffing at its base revealed that no one else wanted to get this close to it, either--if any other animal had been nearby, it was long enough ago that the scent was stale, and the grass was growing tall where it was otherwise pressed down and disturbed.
The only other animal as incredibly brave as Salem as to risk coming near this beacon of horrors was that gigantic goose with antlers.
They stared at each other, both apparently coming to terms with the existence of the other. Then the giant goose opened its very un-goose-like mouth to show the row of teeth that geese did not have, and Salem remembered that he was not brave. Unfortunately, he was still stuck in his pep talk loop, and his solution to being threatened with un-goose-like teeth was to shout, "Be a man!"
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"The fuck is a VCR?" Half the words this creature said didn't make sense. Though that fit in with just about everyone else in this place. His brow arched at that final sentiment. "Place could do with someone taking the reigns," he agreed.
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"No one else is up for the job, clearly. I've been sitting at that bar for weeks and not a single conspiracy or tiny little coup as even been discussed. We can't just keep living like this!"
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"Mm..." Ed gave a low grumble of agreement. Things here were a bit stagnant for his tastes. He wanted excitement. He wanted passion. He wanted...a boat. But his skills in building one weren't what he had first hoped, it was taking longer than expected. So in the meantime...
"I could go for a little coup..."