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[featherbeaned]

Who: Idols! Monsters! Monstrous idols ...?
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
When: 298. early morning

[What are you up to?]

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[worthathousand]

[ Better late to the game than never, no?

...Or perhaps the reality is that she has simply been having too much fun with this to bother with her bingo card:

If you're somewhere in the park, you're liable to be descended on from above by a 10-foot long ribbon of red scales (we are imagining the art is red; work with me), which then transforms into your local flower mom. There are scales blooming across her cheeks and collarbones, horns sprouting from her hair, her sclera have darkened to black, and a long tufted tail sways behind her. ]

Got you.

[softlyfalling]

[ enflattened

she's just. here on the ground now. ]

Amaraaaaaaaanth.

[worthathousand]

[ wait ]

Shrike? Gods, it's you, isn't it.

[ Still casually sitting on top of her, she tucks a clawed finger beneath Shrike's chin, turning her jaw this way and that. ]

You're... [ pulling her hand back and giving it a sniff ] ...mortal, for this game?

[softlyfalling]

[ Amaranth blease she's trying to not be a whole-ass pushover but still it's reflex to just obediently let Amaranth turn her head— ]

...I guess that's the idea, yes.

Maybe a bit like—what might have been.

[worthathousand]

[ voice gentling ] Mm, that's a bit too sorrowful-sounding, I think.

Here—
[ She moves off of Shrike's body, stepping neatly to the side before offering her a hand up. ]

[widenessofthesea]

[ also it's legal for me to tag you with both. you can't stop me

she twigs to the fact that Something Is Happening just before Amaranth descends and is therefore in the slightly awkward position of just barely managing to not deck the leader of an allied unit when Amaranth transforms back into a person. ]

...oh.

[worthathousand]

[ i can't stop you. ]

"Oh?"
...I'm sorry, Hope— [ attempting to collect herself ]

This is much more interesting than the last time this game took place; I got a bit...

[ actually she had better stop also circling around this woman like some kind of prowling predator, whoops ]

...Ah. Swept up in things.

[widenessofthesea]

[ for a hot second, she looked like a practiced combatant—but back into relatively prim, put-together form.

she also just looks... a smidgen less pale than usual? hard to notice. ]

Ah, is that so. Honestly, I haven't been paying terribly much attention to it, apart from helping others with a task or two.

[worthathousand]

Well.. last time I was a vampire. There were some enjoyable experiences, but it was... hard, too, to visit death, even with none of its drawbacks.

It's not how I would have wanted my sons to see me.

[ a pause, then she clears her throat ]
—So, you know. Flight and voluntary transformation are a pleasant change of pace.

[bondsofsuffering]

[He is but a mere werecatte, ears perking and tail going up in alarm as a hECKIN DRAGON COMES DOWN.]

Ah-!

[worthathousand]

[ Sorry, Izanagi!
...Doubly so, since she can't quite help but laugh as his tail puffs out. ]

Did I frighten you, Izanagi? It's just me, really.

[ she'll offer him a hand up, too, if he's been knocked down. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He didn't fall at least, though he did duck down as though ready to spring for an escape. He relaxes after a moment, however.]

You got dragon for yours? Lucky!

[worthathousand]

Ha, well, this is Ruby's doing somehow; I'm sure of it. Normally I'd think of dragons as more spirit than beast, but I'm not about to complain.

...Can I offer you a ride? I think my transformed shape is just large enough for that sort of thing.

[deicider]

[Is this Halloween or Christmas??

Cardinal is a vampire today, so they are partially protected by a lace parasol.]

Amaranth!

[worthathousand]

[ The potential significance of the parasol doesn't occur to her in the moment—so she's already sweeping them up in her arms, clawed fingers dragging just a bit against the fabric of their shirt. ]

It took me much too long to find you, didn't it? I'll have to make up for lost time.

[deicider]

[Cardinal's got the parasol; their hand snatches the handle—A sword hilt—and swings it up.]

We do have a lot to do.

[worthathousand]

Indeed.

[ She settles a hand at their waist to tug them in close. ]

...You're cool to the touch. Are our roles reversed this time?

[beautifulend]

[ They splatter all over the ground.

Look at what you've wrought, Amaranth! ]

[worthathousand]

[ aaaaAAAAA???? she was not prepared for this!!! ]

Dagger? Fuck shit Mela's swinging tits—

[beautifulend]

[ It's okay!

They reform on top of her and instantly take her into a hug. ]

Haha! I got you!

[worthathousand]

[ this is a very confusing kind of relief. ]

Ah—
So you did. [ slimed. ]

[ a pause ] ...Are you some sort of... elemental? right now?

[vitainmorte]

[ you descend on a... dog.

But like, clearly a weredog and upon being flattened it's pretty obviously Cypress.

Though her initial reaction is to harshly grab amaranth in her paws and pull her lips back over her teeth in a snarl, she relaxes immediately upon seeing who it is.

Ah. ]

1/2

[worthathousand]

[ No, too late, we are both high on aggressionsauce, and she finds herself snarling too in response, teeth bared and claws digging into Cypress's shoulders, shoving this dog back into the dirt— ]

[worthathousand]

[ —when finally her mind catches up with this foreign set of instincts and she pulls away. ]

Gods, Cypress, I am so sorry—I shouldn't have been that surprised...

[vitainmorte]

[ oh okay i see. her ears pin back again, looking distinctly offended, with an anxious sort of growl rumbling in her chest.

But she sits up B( ]