Oscar 'Little Cute Boy' Pine (
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Catch-all for July and August | Closed
Who: Oscar Pine + Close CR
What: Oscar's Body Hopping Misadventures + Plot Wrap Up -- Closed Prompts to be added throughout month
When: Throughout July and August
Where: Throughout Trench
Content Warning: character death references, body hopping, more to be added as needed
What: Oscar's Body Hopping Misadventures + Plot Wrap Up -- Closed Prompts to be added throughout month
When: Throughout July and August
Where: Throughout Trench
Content Warning: character death references, body hopping, more to be added as needed
For Paul + Bone House Refugees + Cobra Eagle Fang Kai
For Qrow, Ruby, and the Clock House Refugees + Pandora House
Three's Company (Featuring Vyng!)
Given the circumstances, 'new' wasn't always the same as 'good.' The last thing he had recalled before this was being partnered with Paul by some whim of the Pthumerians. He knew Mariana was angry-- however, it had been well over a week since he had died at the hands of Chara during that bizarre battle at the beach, and he wanted nothing more than to just be home.
This? Wasn't home. He just didn't know what 'this' was.]
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[He hasn't experienced this sensation since getting stuck in Chicken's body back in the Spirit Realm. But here he is, the equivalent of backseat driving in another bird's body. All in all, though, Vyng's taking it remarkably well.]
Nice view. What're we going?
Early August
For Ozpin | Washing Ashore
It felt like an eternity had passed, but somewhere in his core Oscar became aware of the clock ticking once more. He could hear the sea-- he could feel the sea-- he could--
In an instant the boy popped up into a sitting position, still dressed in the same clothes he had worn a month before and his hair, sticky with brine, loose around his neck. The sun was too bright for comfort. He felt chilled from his extended stay the endless depths of the sea. But--
He was here. He was himself.
Heart racing, Oscar Pine pressed a hand against his chest in a reflex, as if checking for signs of remaining injury. Nothing. From there he shook his arms-- still two-- and stretched his legs-- still one, the other shorted at the knee, the prosthesis decidedly uncomfortable... But that was expected.
He was himself.
Despite everything, he cried out in joy.
He was himself.
He could go home.
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Oscar?
It takes him a moment longer to turn and find Oscar's mop of wet hair, bright white streak standing out against a background of dark surf and shore.
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Nothing would ever be 'normal' again, but 'right' was good enough. Without missing a beat, Oscar turned in the surf towards where he knew Ozpin was.
Ozpin!
He didn't trust his physical voice. Not yet, not after so long. Overjoyed, he struggled upright in the surf to rush towards his friend, his mentor, his other self--
And toppled over when a wave met him from behind, causing the water-worn prosthetic to buckle and take him under.
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It's a little lurch of concern and instinct; Ozpin stumbles, off-kilter with the secondhand sensation of going under. He is too freshly alive again to properly separate between them, and so everything bleeds together. It isn't distressing, exactly— this he knows like breathing, like the growing pains of any new life— but it means he isn't altogether elegant as he sloshes upright among the breaking waves. Ozpin doesn't pitch over, but he does blink owlishly (and unhelpfully) at the water where Oscar just went down.
Are you alright, Oscar?
The words are rote, light. Beneath them is an unspoken swell of relief, warm as sunshine: it has been so long since he saw the boy himself.
Even with the salt in his eyes, the sharp rocks under his bare feet, it feels like a rebirth and a victory.
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For Ruby (and Ange!) | Video (for now) | un: diggs
But uninjured.
And Alive. ]
Hey, Ruby? I need a pick up at the safehouse on the edge of Prufrock. I think. What's with the flooding in town right now?
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She had trusted Paul when he said he'd look after Oscar and she was glad he wasn't being imposed with that responsibility anymore.]
Oscar!
Glad to have you back-
I'm on my way there now. do you need anything? Do you have your leg?
...Oh you know. Just typical Trench stuff. Who can keep track anymore?
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[He offered a small, tired smile before heaving a sigh of relief. Out of everyone, Ruby was one of the ones he had missed the most.]
--If any of our things survived. Did someone really burn our house down? Because they're totally banned from all parties in the future.
And from visits.
Until... until we say it's okay.
[Which, odds were, wasn't going to be any time soon.
Oscar shifted uncomfortably in the muck he had fallen into when the floor collapsed. While he wasn't injured, there didn't seem to be an easy route of escape.]
--I've got my leg, but I think it's water damaged or something. The joints and balance isn't right. Also, if you've got rope or shovels or something, that'd be a big help.
The floor here kinda collapsed with that last flood.
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[There's an awkward pause before she laughs and adds in.]
Actually both- because we're still family, right? right?
[She asks as if that might have changed. She knows it hasn't.]
Yeah... Someone definitely did burn down our house. I have a few names regarding that- They're already on the banned list. I promise.
[She wasn't sure about a few other people but she'd have to look into that.]
Okay- I'll grab a repair kit with that too. Maybe we can get you up and running before we have to drag you out.
...Maybe I'll ask Ange to come along too. Just in case. We don't need to get ourselves more stuck down there.
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Late August
BROWNIES!!
Pandora House
Or-- do. Oscar Pine, stuck with a nocturnal sleep-wake cycle, was taking advantage of the relative quiet of the night to make a batch of brownies. Or, several batches. Promises of food had been a bargaining chip over the last month, and he didn't want anyone to accuse him of not keeping his promises.
Even if it meant he had to sneak around to try to avoid the crowds... which he knew probably wouldn't succeed.
If you're already awake and hear unusual sounds, feel free to investigate. If the smell of warming chocolate awakens you, also feel free to investigate.
Oscar was making extra, anyway. The people that lived in the fancy, sparkling house on the other side of town were extended family at this point, and Oscar wanted to thank them for helping his own found family during a crisis.]
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Due to her history as a protector, she feels obligated to make her way there just to make sure nothing is amiss. The smell of something cooking in what could logically be an empty kitchen was definitely not a good thing. Upon entering, however, she sees that is not the case.]
Oh. Excuse me. I thought something might be burning.
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Ahaha... sorry.
[He grinned.]
My sleep's been kinda backwards since I arrived in Trench. D-did I wake you?
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Cobra Kai (Eagle Fang?) Dojo + Bone House Refugees + Friends
[There was no warning, no knock, nothing. Oscar Pine just let himself inside.
Having spent the better part of July in and out of Paul's head, he had learned a few things about the layout of the refitted warehouse he had tried to egg earlier in the season. That being-- he knew how to get in.
He decided to put this knowledge to good use.
Promises had been made over the course of July in order to buy some peace and quiet while he sorted through his own affairs and found his way back to his body (with a little help). After a few weeks of finding his feet once again, he was making good on that promise... and, with kind words and a hushed voice, he led the large, black stallion he had met during his first month in the Dream around the back and through a rear entry.
...Yes, there's a Horse in the Dojo. One with an imperious demeanor-- but also one that kept snuffling at Oscar's now mismatched fringe while the skinny teen started unpacking the bag he had tucked against the saddle. Chuckling at the horse, he pulled out a sugar cookie to distract his long time companion and set to work.
Tray after tray of brownies were pulled out and lined up on one of the tables in the corner, along with a massive jar of maraschino cherries that had a little note attached that read: For Sensei Johnny in large, neat letters.
Ignore the stray bits of glitter on the trays and the excess of sprinkles. He had help.
But, mostly...
He was glad to be just himself again.]
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And after all of what went down in July...she sure as hell has been exerting herself, knocking her fists and feet hard into a sandbag and working up quite a sweat. It's quite cathartic, as well as doing a few dozen repetitions with some weights... Several hundred pounds are nothing to the girl who can manipulate gravity. She's toweling off her face and neck when she spots...a horse trotting through the dojo. Um...]
Eh...
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Bone House
...There is an owl circling around the building.
It is a small owl, barely the size of a grapefruit, and it's mottled brown and white plumage almost hid it amongst the trees in the orange glow of the sunset. The avian creature circled around once... twice... thrice more before vanishing amid the branches of a tree--
-- Where, a few moments later, a wiry teen dropped awkwardly to the ground. All awkward elbows and knees, and obviously favoring one leg while he moved, Oscar Pine righted himself in the yard of the very house he had avoided since the fallout of a certain party in the spring. The skeletal entities outside seemed to look at him, but no action was taken at that moment.
Oscar figured it would be safe as long as he didn't do anything foolish.
Hefting the bag that had dropped with him over a shoulder, Oscar knocked on the door. If anyone other than his confidant within those walls answered he'd ask: "Hi... can I see Pyrrha?"
To Pyrrha, he'd ask: "This is really dumb, but can you help me with something?"
He wouldn't elaborate on the matter-- but, those who had been observing him over the last season might have a few guesses. The bleached patch of white in his hair was new, and he wasn't all sunshine and smiles like he had been on previous trips.
For John
"Hi. Hello. Uh... Kia ora, right?"
He didn't want to do this.
He also didn't have a choice.
Oscar knew when he was beholden to the rules of someone else's game. Even if he didn't know the rules entirely, mimicry was usually a good, safe option. Although he was nervous enough that he was certain everyone in the vicinity could hear his heart pounding, Oscar dug into his bag regardless for the point of this visit.
Keeping his hands from trembling took an act of will-- but he offered out a neat little platter of brownies. They were plain, fudgey and moist. He didn't know what kinds of toppings the Necrolord Prime, the Kindly Prince, the Teacher would care for...
But, a pissed off John was the last thing he wanted to deal with. Especially now, when his home was a charred ruin and the whole of Trench was beset by flooding.
Taking a breath to still his mind, he carried on with his task.
"I'm sorry. I need you to help me fix something. Are brownies okay as payment?"
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"Sure thing, kiddo," she agreed easily enough, a bit of a glint in her eye.
More seriously, because it was notable that he came over unannounced to the house she shared with John and Augustine, among others. Oscar didn't need to do that to meet face to face or to ask for help. "What's going on?"
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If Oscar wanted the Necrolord Prime off-kilter, he's got it: John blinks at him. John marvels at the trainwreck of this moment, the earnest spectacle of it. There is a wreck of a soul mélange on his doorstep, holding brownies as a peace offering and taking a game stab at pronunciation. He knows Pyrrha is somewhere behind him, listening in.
"If you think I can be bought with pastries," he begins, low and solemn, "you are absolutely correct."
He's the man who became God and the God who has been shot in the face altogether too many times in the past month. He waves Oscar into his study; it's tidy enough now, but compared to the last time, the room is sparse and scarred— almost like a monster spent time cooped up in here.
"Come on in, grab a seat. I expect this to be suitably dire."
Across the house, a skeleton begins preparing tea.
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I see you, Floral.
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She's not familiar with the house nor its regular residents, but it doesn't seem too hard to find with the directions given, and once she arrives, she knocks lightly on the door.]
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Things wouldn't stay secret for long, not that Oscar intended on secrets. He was just up at weird hours, and so was Willow.
Flashing her a bright grin, Oscar rushed forward for a hug.]
Willow! I'm so glad you're here.
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