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Oscar 'Little Cute Boy' Pine ([personal profile] justoscar) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-08-02 02:05 pm

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
spiritwalks: (You'll be happy all the time)

[personal profile] spiritwalks 2022-08-08 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Woah! Hey. Hi.

[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?
clocktowers: (!=- I can't trust)

[personal profile] clocktowers 2022-08-22 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Oscar may feel it first as a stirring in his mind. Ozpin is groggy, disoriented— and as he pulls himself up to his knees in the surf, it becomes clear why. They are out here together, among the pounding and stormy waves. Mariana has granted them a brief reprieve in the swell, a chance to catch their breath and struggle ashore. It's all Ozpin can do to blink saltwater out of his eyes and run a shaking hand across his face to wipe wet hair away.

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.
clocktowers: (=+ feel your breath)

[personal profile] clocktowers 2022-08-23 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, dear.

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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onekindsoul: (I promise)

[personal profile] onekindsoul 2022-08-17 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is a mix of surprise and relief on Ruby's face when she sees the username and more importantly the proper face attached in it.

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?
onekindsoul: (pic#15218826)

[personal profile] onekindsoul 2022-08-29 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
I can get you one of those things-

[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.
individualized: (28)

[personal profile] individualized 2022-08-15 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Typically Echo woke up at 5:30, but after the various things that had happened the last few weeks, sleep wasn't coming as regularly now as she was used to. And an odor coming from the direction of the kitchen definitely catches her attention.

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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[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-08-15 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not often that Ochako really goes out to the Dojos in Trench, despite her affinity for martial arts, and her current title as Champion of the Unarmed Division in the previous months' tournament. She's more the type to train on her own, or spar with friends one-on-one, mostly because she also needs to keep up with her quirk training as well, and...ah. That can get a little dangerous. But on those off-days where she's following around Izuku, or needs to make use of supplies and equipment she doesn't have herself, Ochako is here.

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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martyrofduty: (g1deon!face oh?)

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-08-10 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Pyrrha smiled at Oscar, happy to see him whatever the professed stupidity might be. As a parent, it's always nice to be included from the onset, roughly. Even if it's just a heads up.

"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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necrolord: <user name="thebutt"> (ninety meters of brick)

[personal profile] necrolord 2022-08-22 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Fucking hell.

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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[personal profile] frogfear 2022-08-23 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[It's evening when Willow turns up at Pandora House to find Oscar, whole and back to his own body again. It was a relief to hear the spell worked, the first of her own magic she's been able to access in Trench without being corrupted. She wasn't sure it would, given it was originally created to call the soul of a vampire from the ether to return to its own body, but the general idea was the same. The sheer luck involved in finding the necessary components had only encouraged her that she was on the right track.

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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