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((OOC: Seen pretty much through his eyes, and visible to all. The failpony STILL hasn't figured out filters. :|

City pass payment 2/2!))


It was another gorgeous, sunny day outside in Somarium, in a quiet little spot, a small field of thick, slightly overgrown grass, surrounded by trees and a little stream. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and everything seemed perfectly idyllic.

Harley glanced over the thick cloth sheet that he and Abel sat on. The evidence of their lunch was put away in the basket again, and Abel was picking over Noireau's leash, untangling it from the knot it had somehow ended up in. As for Noireau herself, the fuzzy puppy was happily playing in the grass a couple of feet away, chasing after a grasshopper.

"How in the world did she manage this?" Abel wondered aloud, frowning at the leash.

Harley leaned over to see it better -- it was well and truly tangled, although she hadn't been given a whole lot of leash to run around on, on their way to the spot.

"She's really talented?"

Abel peeked up at him, raising an eyebrow. He didn't say anything, just eyed Harley for a brief moment, amused, before returning to work on the knot, sighing.

Noireau continued to chase after the insect, and when Harley looked back over to where she'd been, expecting to find her still there, he found her a good distance away, instead. Before Abel could even notice to comment, Harley was getting up to follow her.

"Hey, Noireau! Come back here!"

The puppy ignored him. She hurried away faster, even, attention caught now by something in the trees. A dark shape of some kind, perhaps a human, was lurking in the shadows. What it was, he couldn't make out, despite the bright daylight.... until Noireau was nearly across the little field.

An ominous, deep red glow was beginning to spread across the side of the figure, in almost spiderwebby lines.

"Noireau! No!" He saw her closing in on the other, and redoubled his efforts to reach her before she reached them. It seemed that everything was obscured for a moment by a white glow -- and to most viewers, it would seem that either the Dreamberry was malfunctioning, or Harley's perception of everything was simply unsteady, as alarmed as he was, and it was a dream, anyway -- but as it disappeared to show the trees again, a similar glow was fading from the other figure, which had grown in size. The dark shape raised an arm, and what must have been a giant, clawed hand, ready to strike at the puppy as she neared, oblivious.

For all of maybe half a second more, grass flew by at speeds nearly completely unattainable by human effort, and he leaned forward, ready to tackle the intruder, to keep it away from her.

A quick motion as he reached the shape, and in a blink, he found himself flipped, suddenly on his back with the trees and clouds above, and a huge, round red shape looming him, its giant, sharp teeth -- oh god those teeth! -- descending swiftly.

He screamed.


The Dreamberry's screen jerked as it was moved, then showed, on its side at an angle, the morning sky with its colorful sunrise over a landscape of Espoir rooftops and streets. The sound that hadn't quite died out yet wasn't any human scream, though... more like a high-pitched squeal from an animal. More interestingly, the Dreamberry's view trembled with the sound of something heavy tumbling down the thatched roof it lay on, until it stopped with a thud on the soft grass-covered ground of the back yard, just below. The movements were too much for the device to manage to keep its odd perch for long, though, and it slides down after, the straw of the roof turning it around, and tilting the view back up, then sideways more, nearly upside down as it makes its way... probably enough to give anyone the impression of tumbling down themselves. There's a second or two in which it gives a very clear view, however, of where it's headed.

The thatched roof nearly extended down to the grass here, and a couple feet past it, was what surely took the spill, now lying there dazedly, very much not sleeping any longer, despite making no move to get back up yet. In the brief moment it's in view, it looks for all the world like a horse... an incredibly skinny one, white with black tigerstripes and wide yellow eyes, and no front legs to be seen.

And then the little device tips and flips again, skittering backwards and upside down, tumbling over itself as it bounces off the bottom of the thatching... and then bounces off the creature's stomach, earning a startled little sound. It closes when it lands in the grass, and cuts off there.
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Date: 2009-07-31 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*not getting up yet, not looking up.... he's gonna lie there, shut his eyes tightly, and try to calm down.*

*have a little whimper instead of a proper reply.*
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Yeah, I needa make more icons for this. >_>

Date: 2009-07-31 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*ears flatten down a little, and he whimpers again. Trying to figure out what just happened and what's going on is only bringing that nightmare ending to mind, and that's doing nothing to relax him. :| He'll try curling up a little.*
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Date: 2009-07-31 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*quiet -- he's not pulling away, more like leaning into it after a moment. Try to take a full breath.... it was just a bad dream, right? Right. Just a dream.*

...

*now if only he could get that last image out of his head. :S*
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Date: 2009-07-31 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*Another deliberate breath, trying to calm down still, and something of a little nod... and blinks when he gets licked at, leg twitching back just a little without him trying. Puppy licks tickle! He'll peek down to see her--*

...

*...nope, he spotted the white and black-striped hide. Gonna stay still now, eyes tightly closed again, and try to convince himself that he didn't just see that.*
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Date: 2009-07-31 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*still refusing to open his eyes, because goodness knows he'll see his form again if he does... but he'll lift his head and give Noireau a little nuzzle back. He's not about to protest her small weight on him; he can take it and then some, easily. More easily than when in his human form, that's for sure....*
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Date: 2009-07-31 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Hmm-mmh. *keeping his eyes tight shut. Abel isn't scared. He is. :|*

*eartwitch at getting nipped at -- but he's not going to complain about the puppy. She's too cute. ♥*
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Date: 2009-08-01 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*thankfully, he's not as heavy as, say, Agni. Another sound, not expecting this... but not about to fight it off. He leans into it, eyes still tightly shut, and moves his head to bury the side of it against Abel. He's being careful; Abel's not going to get speared on that long, sharp-tipped horn from his forehead... or cut with that smaller knifelike one on his nose that's now more obvious at that angle, either.*

*So, inexperienced failpony is very inexperienced still... and trying to remember how to change back. Maybe that'll be easier once he calms down.*
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Date: 2009-08-01 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*Quiet for a good moment, trying not to twitch from the puppy-tickling... takes a deep breath... and pauses, making some itty sound. Whatever mental trigger it was that he needed, he seems to've found it again. A white glow spreads over him, darkening his striped hide to a black....*

*...and when it fades again, he's human once more, orange glowing lines retreating into the mark on the back of his hand.*

*He doesn't sit up just yet. He's going to untuck one arm from where he's holding them up against his chest, and hug more onto Abel instead.*

*totally shaken still, quiet* ....'s it over?
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Date: 2009-08-01 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
I... guess so?

*feeling the gray Junkyard uniform he's still got on from when he went to sleep up on the roof.... and then finally daring to open his eyes and peek down at where the puppy is, he pulls his feet up more to him, and reaches down to pull her up for a hug right after. After the nightmare ending to that dream, he's really glad to find her alive and well after all.*
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Date: 2009-08-01 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*not answering right away, trying to figure that out... going to hug on Noireau and stay where he is, comfy there for now on Abel's lap. He could use the hugs still, so it works for him.*

I don't know. I just....

I don't want that to happen again.

*love on the puppy. Love on her!*
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Date: 2009-08-01 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*still quiet* Maybe there's some way to prevent it... like how those rations keep me from being hungry?
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Date: 2009-08-01 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
But....!

*tries to sit up just a little, to hold the puppy better*
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Date: 2009-08-01 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
But I don't-- I don't want it to happen at all!

M-maybe I can try asking Washu....
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Date: 2009-08-01 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*doesn't quite get the significance of the eye color change -- though he does pause to wonder about that. But it's still Abel, and... well, to be honest, he might not have really noticed, if Abel hadn't done anything to draw attention to his eyes anyway.*

But I don't want to have anything to do with-- with--

*monsters and those teeth and things ripping each other apart and devouring--*

*....oh god, why was it that something he was trying so hard to put out of mind insisted that it was somehow a good idea?*

*swallows, hugging Noireau tighter* ....with monsters. I don't want to be like them.... 'M not a monster....
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Date: 2009-08-01 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*little nod, buries his face on the puppy, letting her lick on it without protesting*

...still don't want this....
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Date: 2009-08-01 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....huh? *peeks back up... oh yeah, his comm thing. Must've fallen out of his pocket while he was asleep.*

....

*wait, wasn't he supposed to get a card or something?*

*looks back up at the roof, wondering if it was up there too. Yeah, he's totally thinking straight right now.*
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Date: 2009-08-01 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Go somewhere new, right? And find a beach? *setting the pup down so he can play with her properly... she wants to play, tugging at his scarf again*
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Date: 2009-08-01 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*nods*

....we can do some scouting....

*looking back up at the roof again.... still doesn't see any card or anything. :|*
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Date: 2009-08-02 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Do we have to go back to the shop and get that pass?

*clueless, and totally distracted with cute puppiness too now*
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Date: 2009-08-02 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*little pause, looks back up*

....in the phone?

*the comm. Yeah, he could get that. It's called a phone, right. But...*

So it doesn't get lost, I'm guessing?
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Date: 2009-08-02 08:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*takes a hand away from playing with the puppy to take it back, and peeks into the back where the slot is*

...Huh.

I guess.... *what was it the ghost had said, again?* ....I guess this one and the other were... interesting enough for the Vendor here? *he's not sure if this last one being interesting enough is a good thing, in this case.*
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Date: 2009-08-02 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*nods... takes a deep breath, trying to be all calm and get the panic from a few minutes ago well out of his system... and having the furball stepping on his knees while they play tug-of-war with his scarf is definitely helping to that end.*

When do you want to go?
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Date: 2009-08-02 08:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Okay... tomorrow.

*tugtug-- she's shaking the end of that fabric around like she intends to kill it. Haha. Silly puppy.*

So we should bring our weapons, and medical supplies just in case we need them... and pack whatever it is we're going to eat, too? *planning a scouting mission he can do. He's used to that from the Junkyard, and familiarity's a comfort right now.*
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Date: 2009-08-05 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] retributing.livejournal.com
[A horse? It kind of looks like a horse...not one he's ever seen the likeness of before. But he's certainly no Invincible.Just the thought rips at his chest.

Invincible or no Invincible, this creature seems to have hurt itself. He's seen weirder things here...maybe it can talk. Or understand him, at least.]


Hey.
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*the Dreamberry hasn't been picked up again yet -- the view is still grass, for the moment... and some long hairs, probably from the creature's mane, some white, some black.*

*He's still kinda dazed from having only just been asleep and then rolling down to the ground. Have a confused whimper as he tries to focus again.*
From: [identity profile] retributing.livejournal.com
[The Prince sighs softly, trying to peer at the creature's surroundings. Maybe he can find it...help it. For now, his only option is to calm it from a distance]

Easy...I'm not going to hurt you.

[Man this is awkward]

IT HAPPENS. ♥

Date: 2009-08-17 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*there was a better view of the location just before the Dreamberry followed the horse-thing down the roof, actually. Maybe he can figure out where it is by looking at that? Cottage 22, actually....*

*another lil whineish sound, moving a little bit, trying to breathe properly after somewhat getting the breath knocked out of him when he landed funny in the yard*

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