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[enblightened]

Who: Bigby the Abomination, OPEN
What: Catch-all for January! Includes a prompt for the Snake Den and Shedding Ceremony. Prompts will be broken up into comments for ease of finding and tracking.
When: January
Where: Snake Den and other various locations

Content Warnings: References to severe depression, self-loathing, forced transformation/body horror, torture, and religious zealotry. Snakeden is considerably lighter in tone if that's what you're looking for. Crimson curse prompt includes cannibalism, gore, and body horror.

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B 8)

[fusrodaaaah]

Hm?

[Oh hello Bigby. How nice to see you here. Strangely, the party atmosphere has helped tremendously with someone's nerves. Enough to where the local Argonian, dressed in his own suit, is lounging on a pile of pillows. Probably the most relaxed Melius Senyan has looked, ever, in his life.]

[He actually looks happy to see his friend, changed or not.]

Okay. But... I don't - know how.

[Ah, there's that old neurotic lizard.]

[enblightened]

Worry not about what you do not know. It is for our enjoyment, is it not?

[There is a part of him that holds the memories. That he should be aware of Melius, of who he is, and how he calls him friend. Yet, as Bigby is now, he is consumed by the curse and who he has shed into.

Someone so unlike him. Who enjoys himself, in all of the worst aspects.]

Let me guide you, Melius.

[fusrodaaaah]

That must be true.

[He doesn't know. But if his buddy here is so confident, it's hard not to feel it too. He stretches, all four limbs, splayed out. And then uncurls himself. Weirdly enough it looks a bit like a snake with legs. Okay, you know what we're getting at here.]

Um. Okay. I have boots on. So... it's okay if I step on your feet.

[enblightened]

Quite all right. I may not even notice in our revelry, my friend.

Come, join me. Play with me. There shall be much joy.

[fusrodaaaah]

Oh um, you'd notice. Because um. Argonians. We um. We have claws. On the feet.

[Clawed toes. He's trying to say he has clawed toes. But hey, if Bigby is so sure about all this? He can be, too.]

Sure. I um - sure.

[enblightened]

I am much more durable than a normal human, Melius. Please, fear not.

[He pulls Mel with him, at first gentle as he takes him for a slow spin.]

There will be such rapture.

[fusrodaaaah]

[SOUNDS FAKE BUT OKAY.]

[He makes a face, the doubtful kind, which means scrunching his muzzle up like a muppet. But doesn't resist.]

Rapture? Um. That's... good. That's probably good.

[So far so good. No feet being stepped on yet.]

[enblightened]

You think so, too. Good, good.

[As he pulls Melius into a slow dance, he leans in.]

Do you like meat?

[NO LEADING UP TO IT. Just asking, bro. Asking for a pal.]

[fusrodaaaah]

[... the fuck]

[Except, you know, in Melius speak. Still, he looks absolutely baffled by the question. And then glances around.]

Um.

Yes?

[We're just lucky he didn't stumble on the lady eating corpses in Skyrim.]

[enblightened]

Then, would you like to join me for dinner?

[totally normal invitation]

[fusrodaaaah]

... Okay.

Do I um. Need to make soup?

[Or bring mushrooms, or what.]

[enblightened]

Oh, no need. I have preparations outside.

[Yeah, he's going to just guide them toward the door. No need to make a scene in the Den.]

[fusrodaaaah]

Okay...

[This is probably fine, right? He's probably fine to follow.]

[enblightened]

Good boy.

[He knows precisely what he's doing. Preying upon Mel's better, naive nature to sway him, to know that his own face is a familiar friendly one, or had been once.

So he guides Melius away to the outside, arm firmly around the other's shoulders.]

I'm positively famished.

[fusrodaaaah]

[This is where normal people would have alarm signs blaring. Or at least a nagging sense of NOPE - but this is a friend, this isn't a predator stalking the Reach.]

[Ha ha ha.]

So uh. Why - why didn't you. Eat at the party?

[He doesn't pull away, regardless. This dumb reptile.]

[enblightened]

Oh, it didn't have the kind of meal I desired.

[Whirling around, Bigby grips Melius by the wrist, hiking his arm up.]

Thank you for coming to dinner.

[His teeth are still needle-like, but his veins are more visible now, sickly green with his vileblood and however blighted he's been for decades already. Horns grow out from his skull, fingers ending in dagger sharp claws.

And swiftly he leans in to take a terrible bite.]

[fusrodaaaah]

[It's probably some cruel joke of fate that the Last Dragonborn is the kind prone to loud acts of fright. Maybe it's more ironic than anything else, that, when faced with some sudden, horrific thing, Melius' instinct has always been to scream.]

[He'd learned a long time ago to differentiate between scream and Shout, and that's about the only thing that keeps the nearby building from being bulldozed by a Fus Ro Dah.]

[This time, he just shrieks. He squirms. It's not nearly enough to get a wry, Argonian arm out of that horrible grasp. Though, fire does lick the edges of his jaws while he shrieks and writhes, it's not aimed at the man currently attached to his bicep.]

[... do Argonians taste like frog legs?]