Kitty, Harps, Lucca, Lauryn

[Nathalia]

((The first blob continues its horrible tooth-grinding sound...until Fi's gingerly approaches it.
Slowly...but, surely, the noise slows and stops.


ID: B03 out of 10
Species: Blobling
Characteristic: Oil



Notes: This little Blobling is not elastic, but more of a thick, sticky substance. It is able to secrete a thick, bubbling foam that smells overpoweringly like motor oil whenever it feels that itself or its master is threatened.
It is extremely possessive and unkind and will only take to its master and people he directs it to be kind to, if Cal ever gets a significant other...things could get sticky.
It will only take to the creature it has bonded to, though if that creature dies, it might consider another.
Once a week, it is able to spit its foam with precision, causing temporary bubbling skin agony for up to one minute.
Bloblings are exceedingly rare, in fact, there are only 10 of them. They cannot breed, cannot be split into multiples, and will not ever be found again. They have a mildly frightening aura and will not be viewed as a normal pet or familiar, many will view them with disgust and trepidation or fear.

The creature snarls and grinds for another few seconds before shaking out of Cal's grasp and opening up to roar at its brother-blob!
Incredible teeth are revealed, along with a starling pair of eyes that float around on the surface of its head.
It snarls its sibling off again and then whips around, blobs of oil splattering everywhere.
Eyes popping its snarls slowly fade and, hesitantly, it slides up to Cal...and nudges his foot.

The blob Bristol is chasing does not come out from under the counter and is too far for his Animal-form shoulder is unable to reach.
Nova, however...seems to have found something...))

Dead Fish: Eeew, how long has this stall been abandoned?
Nasty, this is why people need to take better care to close up shoppe properly before running off to the pub.
The dead fish lying in a place of honor must have been the catch of the day...yesterday. Its slack jaw and filmed eyes leave little doubt as to where that smell is coming from, best not touch it.
Oh, eurgh!
As soon as Nova got close enough to it, it burst, showering them in nasty chunks of decaying fish flesh and bone. The victim will now find themselves the subject of a new ability...and a curse.
Though they will not feel any different after being sprayed with the fish, they will find themselves forced into the body of a fish every full moon for 12 hours (starting right after the spell, but only lasting this first time for one minute). They will change into a fish just as ugly and nasty as the one on display and will not be able to speak, though they still have their minds, and must be in water or risk death.
In exchange for this horror, however, they will be able to, once a week conjure the following.
They will be able to whisper the words "fresh fish" and cause a opponent ranked King or lower to change into a fish for a full 30 seconds. During this time, they can flop and gasp, but have no more magic available to them than the meanest Ace.
The fish cannot be injured, but will nearly suffocate. Upon returning to their original form, the victim will find themselves desperately thirsty and need a drink within 10 minutes...if they can't get one, PM the Admin as something awful may have happened.

((Sergei is able to step across the sizzling wreckage on his meat-boots. He can hear them sizzle a little, but makes his way, slowly but surely, towards a large, metal trap-door.
The large lock once on it has melted away...

Lariel spots something thick, black and massive slowly bubbling around a grate in the middle of the street...))



~Nathalia

[Kitty]

As soon as he touched the fish, it exploded. He cried out in shock and jumped back, his rump landing on the counter behind him. A disgusting shower of rotten fish guts and bones sprayed out of the cupboard he was looking in and covered him, and any others around him. He only had enough time to be mildly disgusted before he changed, shrinking quite a bit as he turned into ... a fish. A disgusting looking, helpless fish that could do nothing more but flop around uselessly on the counter for a full minute before it changed him back into himself again.

He sat on the counter for a moment, wide eyed and silent, as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. After a few moments passed he slipped off the counter and moved over to a sink and tested the knobs, seeing if the water in this place would work at least. They'd need it to clean up Fi.

T-there's clean rags in that... that drawer over there. Second one.... from the top.

This day was getting weirder, and messier, by the minute.

[Harpsdesire]

Unaware of the fact that Fi’s paws were glass-filled, Cal responded angrily to his brother’s hiss. ”If not steal my Squishy, this not happen!” He hissed, returning the growl with one of his own.

Although he honestly felt bad when he saw that his brother was actually crying, Cal was far to upset to give Fi the satisfaction of an apology. He did manage to get himself a little more under control when Fi’s gooey came over and started making rather cute noises. ”Gooey?” He hoped the little thing wasn’t coming over to get revenge for making Fi cry. It was cute, he liked it, and he didn’t want to have to end it.

It was at about this point that Cat decided that escalating the argument to a physical level would be helpful. She screeched at Cal, which elicited a flinch, then a hiss. He was dumbfounded, furious and rather wounded that she would side against him so blatantly, and was about to tell her so in no uncertain terms when a paw caught the back of his head with considerable force. Not only were they ganging up on him, but they wanted to make it physical, now? He saw red, all thought of the blob under his paw forgotten.

Cal opened his beak and let out a blood-curdling sound of sheer fury, whirled and struck out at the attacker with extended claws. That fact that it was Cat who had hit, darling Cat who he loved maybe even more than his brothers, and certainly more than himself, only occurred to him when it was almost too late. He managed to stop himself with claws inches from her face. He stared daggers at her and said, in voice so calm it was almost frightening, ”Cat-sister, we don’t hit.”

”Not to be doing that again.” There may or may not have been an “or I will slaughter you with my bare hands” implied after that sentence. ”Not knew he hurt.” He explained, but any hint of his usual genial, matter-of-fact tone was hidden under icy fury. Cat had taken up with the traitor who stole his blob, had hit him, had yelled at him about something that was not her concern. He knew he couldn’t stay mad at her, so that meant he had to capitalize on the time when he was as much as possible.

With an unhappy sound which could have been a whimper in a less-angry moment, Cal realized that Cat’s surprise attack had made him forget the blob. If Fi had cost him another one—he wasn’t really sure how that sentence should end. The growling had stopped, and something shockingly strong struggled against his paw, soon pushing free.

Hardly daring to hope, he looked down at the little thing. He blinked. The toothy blob growled. He blinked again. Why was it so toothy, growly and scary, not cute like the one Fi had? Cal wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled or horrified. This wasn’t what he wanted! It didn’t look like it would dance with him or cuddle like Fi’s at all!

It chased its oily brother away, then nudged Cal, who was staring it openly. ”Not to be mean to Fi’s gooey-blob!” He admonished, and the blobling responded with a bubbling grumble as if it had understood. A little afraid to touch it, Cal pushed against the creature hesitantly with his paw. Teeth vanished, blue-green eyes bobbled and it oozed slowly up to perch on Cal’s head, looking more like a vaguely rectangular black jello-mold once the excessive teeth were out of sight. ”S-squishy?” The blobling sloshed around on his head and grumbled again. ”Ok, maybe other name.” Cal agreed, a bit grudgingly.

He had done it, and, shockingly, Fi had actually helped! His pet had, anyway. Tail lowered, Cal slunk over in the general direction of his brother, although he stayed well out of paw-swat range. ”Eldy fix? He looked from the first-aid kit to Fiasco quite dejectedly. It was a good thing the blob-creature was sticky, as his head was drooping almost to his claws.

He was surprised to find that the good feelings of getting a blob of his own were far outweighed by the bad feelings of having both siblings mad at him. He didn't feel as loved as he thought he would, not at all. It probably didn’t help that his little familiar was not so much doting on him adorably but morosely deigning to use his head for transportation.

[Callypso]

Fi burst into tears the moment the bright orange not-cat and the Eldy-cat began to fuss over him.

It was true that his paws hurt and were bleeding everywhere but his injury had been forgotten in the heat of his screaming match with his brother. To top it off, Cat had entered the fray, whacking their brother across his head and screeching at him to stop. Everyone was yelling and shushing everyone else, so much so that the only natural response for the overwhelmed cannibal was to have a meltdown. He hadn’t realized that he was so gravely injured, or that his power-struggle with Cal was worthy of picking sides. It was just too much.

I- I- n-no steal squishy, Cal!, he choked through his sobs. It a ACCIDENT! MEANIE CAL! MEANIE CAL!!! Once he had finished accusing his brother of so heinous a crime, he dissolved again into shaky sobs. He went to rub his eyes with a claw and saw the blood through tear-filled eyes – stopped for a moment – then threw his head back and squalled with renewed vigor.

Fi’s gooey, on the other hand, was not so inclined toward tantrums. It cheeped nervously at his inky brother, which responded with a resounding roar, revealing a huge set of chompers to match its nasty sound. The gooey reared back and frothed, releasing a smoky, oil-scented foam, then issued several high-pitched cheeping sounds that were the very essence of an offended blob-monster.

After it finished hurling insults at its grouchy brother, the gooey whipped its head back with a sniff and lurched back towards Fiasco, where it schlepped up his arm and issued gurgling cooing noises in sympathy with its owner.

The blubbering Jossigy/Highlander had missed this interaction, being far too wrapped up in his own ailments, though his sobbing lessened into a hiccoughing, soft sob as his gooey rubbed his face with its own. It cheeped when Cal showed his sorry face – Fi stopped sobbing immediately in surprise that there was a gooey on his head – then abruptly scooted his fuzzy behind so his back was to his brother. He didn’t want to talk to him right now. He wanted to be left alone. And he wanted the glass out of his paws.

C-C-Cal a meanie-face, he managed to declare between hiccoughs. Not nice! Not nice! Gently, he faced his gooey and butted it affectionately with his head and whispered, Good job, Gooey. Got the squishy, then looked up hopefully at the not-cat and Eldy-cat, offering his paws to them as he purposefully ignored his meanie-face of a brother.

[Lauryn de Vampyre]

((Ok, seriously....I am in love with the Cannibals. After this is over I NEED RP with all of you. Xenon, I think if Bristol and Cat get to RP more together he might develop a crush on her. XD))

It was a few minutes before Bristol had to admit that the thing wasn't going to come out from under the counter for a drink of water. The snow-ice had all but melted in his claws anyway, and as he shook the water off of them he looked around the shoppe for any more ideas. There were large, medium and small slabs of meat everywhere.

Getting an idea, Bristol grabbed two hunks of meat that would fit under the counter but were so thick that nothing could get past them. Setting those on the floor, he also grabbed a large plastic bag from the butcher's station and two meat hooks with long handles. Setting them all down on the floor he got down on his scaled belly and inched himself closer.

Taking a peek under the counter to make sure the blob creature was still there, Bristol quickly shoved the two meat slabs on either side of the blob all the way to the back of the wall, effectively trapping it in that area. He then just as quickly opened the bag and set the two ends of meat just inside the bag so that if the gooey were to go anywhere its only choice would be into the bag.

Finally, holding the bag steady with his teeth, Bristol grabbed the two long meat hooks and slid them under the counter. He was ever so careful and slow with the blades and inch by inch slid them until they reached the wall behind the counter. Still moving very, very slow Bristol started bringing the two blades together, pushing the meat chunks together and gently forcing the blob to either bounce forward into the bag on its own or let the hooks push the meat and itself into the bag.

Bristol's eyes widened when the blob and both meat chunks made it into the plastic bag and he quickly twisted the plastic closed, poking very small holes with his teeth near the bottom of the knot so the blob could breath. Hopefully the little thing hadn't dissolved like some of the others.

The Lizard-Cat looked hopefully into his makeshift trap...

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This day was just getting more and more unbelievable. All she had wanted to do was have a nice afternoon coffee with someone who might mean something to her! Lariel blushed when she realized what she'd thought. Did she really care about Nova... already?

Taking a deep breath and shaking her head to clear those kinds of thoughts for now, the Bobcat's mouth dropped open in utter shock when she saw Sergei come out of the butcher shop with slabs of steak and put them on his feet.

"What in the name of the Suits are you-" but she didn't get a chance to finish the question because the small boy was walking across the still smoldering blocks of rubble of the building. What in the name of Diamonds was that kid doing, and why? It was just a burnt down building, he shouldn't be doing that!!

Looking down at Zhenya she realized his friend walking across the ruble could easily trip, fall down, and badly burn himself. Lariel turned around, looking for any way to safely get the boy from the remains without badly hurting herself as well. She could use her flying ability, but once she tried picking up Sergei they would both tumble back down.

In the process of glancing around, Lariel frowned and felt her brows knit in curiosity when she spied something black and bubbling coming from the grate in the middle of the street. Looking back and seeing Sergei was actually managing just fine, she turned back to the grate and made her way over to it.

Looking down at the black substance she felt some of the color drain from her face. It looked so much like what she imagined the Ink Monster that had eaten Nova.... if it were all melted and,... frothy. But then again, Nova's fire had blown it up. So it couldn't be the same thing, could it?

Gripping her Silver Knife hard in her paws, Lariel readied her water-based abilities just in case the bubbling blackness decided to come to life in the form of something that wished to ingest her too.

Keeping a safe enough distance, the Bobcat spread her lionfish fins out in an attempt to look a bit menacing and forced the yellow/orange bulbs to glow. She squatted down, closer to the thing and was glad there was no one around to see what she was about to do.

"Um.... h-hello?" Oh, Suits she was talking to a mass of black fluid! But then again, weren't the children in the shoppe chasing after those small blobby things? "My name is Lariel. Are you... alive?"

[Lucca]

Eldy blinked back at Cat. "Uh, sure," she muttered. "We can bring some of the meat." Although how anyone could have an appetite for the stuff after how nasty it smelled in there was beyond her. The thought was quickly pushed out of her mind as Eldy was looking for the first aid kit. When Nova didn't immediately rush in to grab anything out of the white box, Eldy frowned and turned to see...

A fish? Flopping pathetically on the counter? "Nova? Where did you go?" she wondered, tilting her head and frowning. "And what the hell is a live fish doing in here--" The instant after the words were out of her mouth, the fish glowed and suddenly the bright Canine was there in its place. Eldy's mouth fell open in shock. She regretted this almost immediately as a brand new disgusting odor added itself to the smell of rancid meat. "I'm going to eat nothing but bread and cheese for a month," she muttered, and, hearing the approach of freaky little child feet, turned to paw out a pair of tweezers from the med kit.

"Hold on, I need to get the glass out first," she told Nova, and approached Fi and his weird blob thing. "This is gonna hurt like hell," she said around the tweezers now in her mouth, and then went to carefully pick the pieces of glass out of his paws, gently putting her own paw on his shoulder to keep him steady. It was delicate work and her jaw twinged whenever the tweesers bumped her broken fang, but she finally managed to get all the pieces out, and set the tool carefully down, stepping back.

"Now," she said. "Let me get some bandages and then we can..." Catching sight of something large and black out of the corner of her eye, Eldy's eyes widened and she turned, tail puffing up...to see a weirdly-shaped blob with little eyes on top of Cal's shoulder. At least...she assumed it must be Cal. The kids all looked kind of the same. She forced herself to calm down and smile at the boy. "Well! Now you have one too and we can get out of here," she said with forced cheer, and went to fetch some bandages.

[carcinoGeneticist]

In any other situation, her brother's reaction might have taken her by surprise. But the world was insane, and by that same logic, Cat could only assume her brothers wouldn't be acting rightly, either. As Cal swung a taloned forepaw at her, she only blinked. If he hit her, she would react.

If he hit her.

Instead, he spoke to her in a voice that made her tummy twist awfully like it did when she ate sick-meats. Except she didn't feel sick, or pathetic, or sorry for herself. Instead, all Cat felt was mad. She loved Cal. She loved how he was so quiet next to the loudness of the others, loved how excited he got when they found silly books instead of food-meats. She loved when he protected her. But she also loved Fi, and when Cal was being so mean to her other brother, it upset the girl deeply. So she stared at him, stared into his mind where he had decided to use that icy-cold voice all laced with mean ideas, almost seeming to dare him to try to hurt her.

But he turned away and focused again on the gooey.

Cat was mad at Cal, and Cat hated the gooey. Both of the gooeys. Her brothers had bickered so violently over them, and now Fi was hurt and Cal was being a meany-face. She swallowed back the urge to smack her brother again, regardless of his warning. Instead, she spoke.

"Cal?" she said her brother's name evenly, without a hint of emotion. "We don't hit with words, either." Fur along her back and spine rising, she turned away from both of her brothers and trotted outside, still positively fuming.

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Step by careful step, Sergei crossed the smoking wreckage. The air around him had begun to fill with the smell of cooking meat - he had to consider, for a moment, that the smell combined nicely with the one that had been floating around the entirety of the Capital. For some reason, that thought made his stomach flip-flop unpleasantly. Maybe he wouldn't consider it.

When he reached the door leading down to the basement, he felt a moment's relief. No lock, which meant he wasn't going to have to waste time tampering with that. It did, however, serve to bring his next task up much more quickly. How was he going to get it open?! He looked around him quickly, desperate to see if there was anything to help in the task - to his right, he found a mostly-intact piece of wood, only somewhat singed. He lifted it, looking at the end, then set about trying to use it as a lever to open the door. Once, he had to reach out and give the thing a shove to force it open fully.

The smell of burning hair filled the air and he choked on a pained cry. Oh, balls, that HURT! At least he hadn't used the hand that now housed an eyeball... He bit his lip to try and hold back tears, staring down into the darkness. "Hello? I'm coming down there, don't be startled...!" he cried out into the basement, then slowly started to make his way down the steps.

[Bee]

Zhenya was quite determined to stick with Sergei, even if it meant following him to the meat, but he was rewarded for his determination when he was able to follow the other boy's lead and strap meat onto his feet. The simple act of doing something so practical for the circumstances and yet so very strange and, from certain viewpoints, silly, helped untwist a little something in his brain he hadn't even known was knotted. He was actually enjoying himself rather a lot when he followed Sergei down into the basement of that gently smoldering place, chasing after the thing that was down there, whatever it was.

He could hardly smell anything down here. His own newfound terrible snot issues and the residual aroma of burning pretty much shut down his nose, and he sucked air awkwardly through his mouth, tailing Sergei down the steps.

"Try not to move to much," he called down helpfully to whateveritwas. "You probably have smoke inhalation and it can be very damaging."

[Harpsdesire]

At Fi’s initial accusations, Cal remained silent. He deserved it, he supposed, and his lack of retaliation was tacit admission of such. He merely glowered, and his globby pet seemed to do the same, although it was actually rather hard to tell, as the creatures eyes seemed to hold a constant expression of protective threat, and bobbled oddly in only the approximate location that one would expect eyes.

Perhaps the blob-creature sensed her feelings towards it, or perhaps it was Cat’s challenging gaze that really elicited a response from the creature. It slid wetly from his head to land with an unappealing squelch between the children, and all the previously visible teeth reappeared. In fact, Cal thought, it looked like even more teeth appeared, if that was possible. It gave a low warning growl to the girl as its master met her challenging gaze evenly. He wasn’t going to strike out at her, no matter how much she seemed to be asking for it, but he wouldn’t back down from the threat, either. If Cat decided to hit him again, he was pretty sure his gooey was going to do something drastic. As it was, the thing was snarling in quite a threatening fashion. He should probably tell it that Cat was not for biting… well, maybe later he would. Only if she loved him again, though. Even though he was mad that his blob wasn’t cute and cuddly, it did feel kind of good to have someone with big teeth on his side. Maybe this meant the blob loved him? Probably not, he thought dejectedly. It was probably just grumpy. Cat and Fi thought he was too mean to love anymore. Even the ink creature probably knew he was a bad egg.

When Cat finally spoke, Cal recoiled as if she had struck him. Hit with words?!? Fi was the one calling names and declaring him a meanie to everyone in the room, and he hadn’t even answered back. She had hit him first, and he hadn’t said anything mean or unreasonable to her. This was rank betrayal. Still icy, he called towards her retreating back, ”Cat not hit. Cat stab.”

If he had been less caught up in the emotion of the moment, he would likely have been thrilled by how lucid and clever Cat’s words were. He was always pleased when her mind wasn't lost. He would encourage her to stay in real life with him longer, to learn where the solid parts of the city were so she wouldn't get lost when the Other Place times came again. He might even have tried to coerce his new pet into doing a happy dance for her, even though it hardly seemed like a dancing type. (Currently it had Cat fixed by a malevolent blue-green gaze from eyes both on one side of it's head.) As it was, he just watched her go, then dissolved into pitiful, sloppy tears.

Now his brother and sister hated him. Since they were both against him, the two would be able to sway Hereliescaptainunderwood, and then he would hate Cal too. Cal would get kicked out of the box-home and have to go back to the wood with the Bad Things in it all by himself. No one would love him any more, or share food-meats with him, or listen to him talk about the amazing things that were inside books. He would have to leave his books behind, and he would end up dying alone and cold in the wood, where nights were chill and full of scary noises. He would be just one, instead of part of four, and that would kill him before the Mean Ones got him in the wood.

This was all Fi’s fault for taking the squishy HE had found! No, when he was honest with himself, he knew it was his own fault. It was because he was very bad. Maybe even capital Very Bad. Eating the special meat made him that way. His brothers, and even dearest Cat were Capital-Very-Bad too, but since they didn’t know it, they were less Very Bad than he was. He knew this was so, although he wasn’t sure why.

He had never told them that they were all bad, since it weighed on him daily, and he wished to spare them the aching heaviness about the chest and shoulders that sometimes made it hard to sleep. He was almost mad enough to tell them the truth now, but even in his anger he couldn’t quite bring himself to commit such an act of cruelty. It might be too much for his siblings to bear. It was almost too much for him.

Even when Fi renewed his insults, Cal didn’t tell him the bad, bad, truth. He was a little bit proud of his restraint, although he knew it didn’t make him any less bad. He swallowed back his sobs as the inky blob snarled viciously at his brother, gashing its long, sharp teeth. ”Who calls names,” he muttered coolly through his tears, ”also is.” There was no real venom behind the words. Cal was just too tired and too preoccupied by thoughts of dying alone in the Tulgey Wood to be quite so angry anymore. He whimpered and ignored his bloblings grumbled complaints as tears dripped on its oily surface and slid off. Cal stared mournfully in the general direction of his angry brother’s rump.

[Nathalia]

((Eldy is able to bandage up Fi's paw and everyone seems to be getting themselves back together.
At Cal's extreme upset, his Blobling slowly seems to stop its grumble, and begins to lovingly nudge at its master, raising its thick trunk into the air...and trying its absolute hardest, to dance.
It has a definite love for its Master, and seeing him this upset actually urges it to show its affections more openly.
Meanwhile, Bristol ought to be surprised to see that the blob had become a completely liquid strain of ooze and was seeping quickly through the holes he had poked in the bottom.
Within a few seconds, it has seeped completely through and flowed, quick as a flash, to the door and away with the others.

Sergei's hand stings painfully from that burn!
Ouch!
Regardless, as he begins his descent into the steaming hell-hole, something in the darkness cries out...
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuurttttttttssssssssssssssshhhhhhhh! AAAAUUUGGGGH! SHHHHHHHHH not, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeassssssssssshhhhh!"
The light streaming in from the door now clearly shows the writhing black mass, not moving from its location as part of its black, tarry substance seems to have been melded to the floor by the flames.
Thick, crackly bits near the top shift across the surface constantly, as though cooked on.

Outside, Lariel's question is met by more of the mass sliding around the grate, before it shoots up to tower over her!
Screaming and frothing, it hisses a load of froth down on her, before dropping like a stone, to attempt to cover her.))



~Nathalia