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nightlogs2024-07-24 01:10 pm
wannabeastman) wrote in nightlogs2024-07-24 01:10 pm
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Have you been eating properly? (ota)
Who: A new arrival and you!
What: It's been a weird few weeks, and it's just getting weirder
Where: The Pole
When: Post-Daemon plot, bendy-time as needed for everything else!
Warnings/Notes: to be updated as Laios makes the kind of first impressions it takes weeks to recover from.
Laios goes from a strange beach to an equally strange snow-covered mountain. Fortunately he's back in his armor again; it's not much against the cold, but it's better than being barefoot wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. The snow is densely packed under his boots but it's waist deep to either side, which means that it's probably even deeper if a tallman wearing plate went forging through it.
But he doesn't have to forge through it because the snow is packed around the grandest mansion that Laios has ever seen. It looms over him, the windows glowing warm and steady as ribbons of shifting colors ripple through the sky overhead. It almost looks like it's growing out of the mountain itself, except it's clearly made of wood instead of stone or ice.
Already shivering, Laios kneels down to inspect the packed snow. It looks like it's been trampled by many feet, bare feet, too large to belong to a tallman, bigger than any feet he's ever seen before. Some kind of giant maybe? They must be resistant to cold if they're barefoot in this weather.
"Blargha blagh blagh!"
Laios jerks his attention up from the ground and sees that a door to the grand mansion has opened and someone, backlit against the light is waving at him. He can't see much, but they appear to be wearing an enormous fur coat -- sensible. Laios pushes himself up and waves back, and the person at the door forges their way toward him. It's only as they get closer that Laios realizes that they're at least as tall as he is, if not taller, and that they are absolutely not human.
Laios lurches back a step, one hand still raised as the other reflexively goes to his hip where it fumbles with nothing but air. Whatever stole him in his sleep and dressed him in his armor before dropping him here didn't see fit to bring Kensuke along. Laios raises that hand as well and raises his voice.
"Hey there! Hi! I am not a--"
He ducks as the unfamiliar demi-human or beast-man flings the thing in its arms at him. Luckily, it turns out that the thing in question is a blanket. Laios is too cold and befuddled to do anything but allow himself to be wrapped up in the blanket and then pushed toward the mansion.
"...Okay? Okay! I guess we're going inside, thank you!"
Moments later, the door is shut behind him and Laios is being eyeballed by not only the magnificently-moustached creature who brought him in, but by many of its fellows besides. One of them has a bat. Laios isn't sure they need it.
"Um," he says, staring back at them in the hopes that they share a language other than not dying in the snow. "Hello?"
What: It's been a weird few weeks, and it's just getting weirder
Where: The Pole
When: Post-Daemon plot, bendy-time as needed for everything else!
Warnings/Notes: to be updated as Laios makes the kind of first impressions it takes weeks to recover from.
Laios goes from a strange beach to an equally strange snow-covered mountain. Fortunately he's back in his armor again; it's not much against the cold, but it's better than being barefoot wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. The snow is densely packed under his boots but it's waist deep to either side, which means that it's probably even deeper if a tallman wearing plate went forging through it.
But he doesn't have to forge through it because the snow is packed around the grandest mansion that Laios has ever seen. It looms over him, the windows glowing warm and steady as ribbons of shifting colors ripple through the sky overhead. It almost looks like it's growing out of the mountain itself, except it's clearly made of wood instead of stone or ice.
Already shivering, Laios kneels down to inspect the packed snow. It looks like it's been trampled by many feet, bare feet, too large to belong to a tallman, bigger than any feet he's ever seen before. Some kind of giant maybe? They must be resistant to cold if they're barefoot in this weather.
"Blargha blagh blagh!"
Laios jerks his attention up from the ground and sees that a door to the grand mansion has opened and someone, backlit against the light is waving at him. He can't see much, but they appear to be wearing an enormous fur coat -- sensible. Laios pushes himself up and waves back, and the person at the door forges their way toward him. It's only as they get closer that Laios realizes that they're at least as tall as he is, if not taller, and that they are absolutely not human.
Laios lurches back a step, one hand still raised as the other reflexively goes to his hip where it fumbles with nothing but air. Whatever stole him in his sleep and dressed him in his armor before dropping him here didn't see fit to bring Kensuke along. Laios raises that hand as well and raises his voice.
"Hey there! Hi! I am not a--"
He ducks as the unfamiliar demi-human or beast-man flings the thing in its arms at him. Luckily, it turns out that the thing in question is a blanket. Laios is too cold and befuddled to do anything but allow himself to be wrapped up in the blanket and then pushed toward the mansion.
"...Okay? Okay! I guess we're going inside, thank you!"
Moments later, the door is shut behind him and Laios is being eyeballed by not only the magnificently-moustached creature who brought him in, but by many of its fellows besides. One of them has a bat. Laios isn't sure they need it.
"Um," he says, staring back at them in the hopes that they share a language other than not dying in the snow. "Hello?"
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The person who responds isn't a Yeti, but a tall red man with a stone arm who'd come to investigate the commotion.
"I got things from here Phil."
The Yeti he directs the comment to lets out more garbled growls.
"If he starts something, I'll end it. You're not here to start attacking people, right kid?"
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(It doesn't.)
"Nope," he says after a silence that lasts just slightly too long for everyone else's comfort. He's not making eye-contact either; his answer is aimed slightly higher up on Hellboy's forehead.
"What happened to your horns?"
Clearly they've been cut off, Laios can tell that much. He's seen people do it with goats and sheep and cows, but never with a demi-human. This guy's horns look like they'd been way thicker than any ogre he's ever heard of, though!
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Which was actually true, even if it wasn't the entire or even main reason he kept them filed down.
"Ya gonna keep staring or are you gonna introduce yourself?"
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"Oh! I'm Laios Touden. Does this have anything to do with the Winged Lion? Because we were going to get him out of the Mad Sorcerer's spellbook as soon as we woke up; but we really needed to eat something and sleep after that fight before we got started on spell-breaking."
There's a lot less winged lion iconography than Laios has gotten used to in the dungeon. Plus there was all of that 'outside' outside. This situation is extremely disconcerting.