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deercountry2022-03-28 10:13 pm
stoicsilhouette) wrote in deercountry2022-03-28 10:13 pm
March Catch-All
Character Name: Megumi Fushiguro
Who: Todoroki, Allen, and Megumi
What: Jungle and Catacombs Prompts
When: Mid March/ Late March
Where:Jungle/ Catacomb
Content Warnings: Blood, Possible animal harm/death Possible Suicidal Tendencies, Psychological/ Existential Terror, Body Horror
Closed prompts below.
Who: Todoroki, Allen, and Megumi
What: Jungle and Catacombs Prompts
When: Mid March/ Late March
Where:Jungle/ Catacomb
Content Warnings: Blood, Possible animal harm/death Possible Suicidal Tendencies, Psychological/ Existential Terror, Body Horror
Closed prompts below.
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A winter storm rages in the dead of night. There is pockets of sprinkled fire throughout the woodlands. The thick smell of ash and smoke almost overpowers the faint scent of amber, crystal mint and citrus. The scent moves quickly and flashes up and disappears just as swiftly as it came.
The pleasant fragrance gives her a feeling of comfort and trust. She knows that fresh snow is here (even if he's a little dirty from the catacombs) and begins to whine and wag her tail.
She wiggles her butt and paces back and forth indecisively, before sitting in the exact spot Megumi fell. She wants to run up and lead Allen to this location but she can't bring herself to leave her master's side. Her loyalty and training seem to get the best of her. Kage is use to finding her quarry and immediately sitting and giving a short abrupt bark-- hey look what I found, over here -- in order to alert Megumi she has found something of interest. Doing what she knows, she repeats the gesture in the hopes of attracting Allen's attention.]
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—! Ah! [ The way Timcanpy twists towards him and bobs for a moment helps confirm it, but upon seeing the markings on Kage's forehead it also comes rushing back and he points an alarmed finger at her. ]
You're that guy's omen...! [ "That guy." Allen Walker, ladies and gentleman.
But he's hurried forward very quickly in rising concern. Omens aren't usually seen away from their persons like this, are they? And she seems distressed and like she wants his attention.
His steps slow when he looks up and sees, of all things, what looks like the faint light of the streets of Trench in the distance. The cobblestone road, wrought iron lamps -- is that it, the exit? Finally, after all this time down here? ]
The exit? But... [ Something is wrong. This whole situation is wrong and makes him press his lips together thinly, suddenly much more on guard and looking around for any sort of danger. ] Where's your mast—? Uah!
[ He's cut short as his foot slips and he would almost go tumbling down into the same pit if his reflexes were any worse, left hand clamping down onto the edge to catch himself. As there is indeed a pit that has suddenly opened up and appeared right under his feet where before there was none. Shit. ]
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No,he didn't die but he wasn't sure he was truly alive. He pats his hands up against the soft rubbery texture underneath him. Poof. A tiny cloud of dust pops up. what was that...
His eyes scan the darkness, landing on a small glowing blue crystal. Picking it up,he gets a better look and is able to make out what he believes to be a series of miniture mushrooms clutching on to the pit's wall. Scattered about and in all different shapes and sizes, they look like a scene straight out of Alice and Wonderland. He abruptly grabs his arm as a foreign tingling sensation creeps over his hand.
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Realizing Allen could meet the same fate as Megumi, Kage is compled to act. Rushing over to Allen she tries to grab on to his white sleeve causing some more pint size stones to fall.
!Thump!] Damn. He rubs his head causing small chunks of smoky blue shards to fall. Looking up, he tries to see the source of these annoying rocks bombarding his head. (Okay so he fell but this is just insult to injury.) It's too dark for him to see but he swears he hears Kage and she sounds distressed??!]
Kage, Kage! Stay! [His voice is loud and calm but this is masking the slight panic blooming inside of him.]
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Ah... thanks. [ She looks so familiar, that red marking on her face...
He's about to pull himself up with both hands, Timcanpy biting down on the fabric of his hood to "help" tug him up, when he hears Megumi call out below him. Stay?? ]
Hello? [ Did someone... fall?
Deep below in the pit -- it has to be almost two stories -- he strains for a moment in the dark, trying to let his eyes adjust to see what's down there. It looks... foggy. Like there's heavy dust of some kind in the air. But he also catches the reflection of bone. Skeleton, that looks molded and like something is growing on it. ]
Is someone down there?
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Someone is talking to Kage? and could she be in any danger?
What a question to ask in a place like the Trench.Yes, she is a large wolf and yes, she has extremely keen instincts but she is also his closest friend. Losing her is unimaginable and not an option. Nope. Absolutely not. Getting out of here has gone from a 6 to a 10 real fast.
There is just enough light illuminating from the blue gash to the side of his head, that he can see his hands. He interlocks his thumbs and flips his palms inward. A surge of blue energy pours from his body. Dark chocolate colored feathers wisp out of the umbra causing a small tornado to whip up wind
and some more sporesbefore quickly dying down as the Nue soars out of the darkness.A sharp hawk-like screech reverberates throughout the pit.
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Kage's ears perk up at the familiar sound, and a small whimper blurts out between clenched teeth as she tries to help pull Allen up. ]
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Wha— ah??? [ Giant hawks now??? From a pit?? That's cheating!
He pulls himself up cleanly, very easily suddenly and very light on his feet as he rolls up into a crouch. Kage's whimper reads as her being anxious of something approaching to Allen, that there's danger, and so his reaction is instinctive. Sweeping his right hand back like he means to protect her -- she tried to help him, after all, this wolf --
-- in a rush of air suffuse with delicate shards of light. Like feathers or snowflakes in defiance of gravity, as a radiance like condensed moonlight licks around his shoulders in the form of a cowl and whirls out with a crack of displaced air in the form of an impossibly large cloak stretched out behind him. Tattered in what looks like feathers, like the half-formed edges of wings. ]
If you're going to come out-- [ He stays knelt, focusing on that sudden upwell of wind and particles. Left hand delicately rest on the ground for stability with claws for fingers now as long as a man's forearm, bright as that cloak and like perfectly crystalized paleblood under the moon. ]
Just do it already!
[ sod this place he's tired of all the tricks in the dark let's go ]
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Gliding through the stalks, Megumi flies past and is hit with the stench of rotting corpse and musty damp shrubbery. A tingling sensation pulsates through his arm at the mere sight of fellow fungi causing a surge of firey heat to rush the appendage.- god damn it. deal with that later.
Flying for what feels like an eternity but in actuality is only seconds, the Nue cracks out of the pit like a lightning bolt sending an electric pulse outward.
Megumi gets a glimpse of a faint halo - bioluminescent creature?? Well doesn't matter because where there is light there are shadows- as gusts of wind scatter the dirt in all directions. ]
the rare times I can get the motion in them to line up it makes me so happy LOL
—but it isn't hard to see when it suddenly peels free from the spore cloud in a crack of thunder and lightning. Although while sure that's shocking enough, that isn't what actually has Allen gawking.
It takes a second because of that pulse of light being so blinding in the dark, but free from the cloud now and letting his own good night vision come to focus on what he now realizes is a rider on its back and the outline of that spiked hair... ]
Fu— [ No way—
(He remembers his omen from before now. With the red markings. Black wolf. Well crap.) ]
—Fushiguro?!
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!!It's that
not so old old man.Walker?!!
[ It also doesn't help that he's only told a handful of people his name. Okay dont look at me like that Allen. It was a matter of multiple choice.But seriously!]Where the hell did you come from?
[His voice gasps out like someone who has been holding their breath under water for too long. His eyes immediately snap to Kage who is peaking out from behind Allen. ]
[His face remains calm, but the urgency in his voice quickens.]
Is she alright, did something hurt her?!
[The Nue gently approaches the edge of the cliff and perches.]
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Where did I? Where did you! [ Had he fallen into the pit? Was he hurt? He seems alright at least, although it's hard to tell when he's on the back of that... bird? Is it even really a bird?
But he presses his lips together in a slightly conflicted expression, more sobered. ]
She's fine. [ And he steps aside a little, so Megumi can see her a bit more clearly away from his cloak. ] She helped keep me from falling in.
What happened? Are you hurt?
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but he knows better then that. A flash of a white canine comes into his mind causing him to bury his face even further. ]You're safe[ he sighs out of relief ], What a good girl Kage
[ He rustles her long sharp ears. Reaching into his pocket - tightness?- he pulls out a small piece of jerky. Kage immediately snaps to a sitting position wagging her tail like an old fashion clock. He tosses the morsel into the air- causing a searing pain to boil in his arm- what the fuck is that?!
He tries to peal back his
usually much loosersleeve, only to find it wont budge. ]I'm fine-[ his voice calm with a tinge of irritation.
He answers out of habit as he continues tugging and then violently ripping at his garment. ]
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...she is his omen, right? He wonders for a moment, since why would you be concerned as they are essentially an immortal part of them, and they don't need to eat as a regular dog might.
...But then, Allen is the same with Timcanpy, so he supposes it doesn't really matter. And his expression softens for a moment regardless. ]
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No, you aren't! [ It's something with his... arm?
He kneels quickly beside Megumi, trying to look to see what's wrong. He doesn't try to touch or stop the other, he knows better, but he does extend a hand slightly in offer. (The right one, it's the only one he can.) ]
Here, let me see.
Lil Help here
A small sense of panic begins to swell, he extends his arm towards Allen. ]
Can you cut this?- [ his eyes gaze towards Allen's claw. ]
define "help"...
There's a notable hesitation when he realizes Megami means for him to use his claw to do so, but... what other option is there? He's never had to do something quite that delicate before, certainly not right next to skin, but... he doesn't have anything else, and the urgency is palpable.
He meets his gaze a little uneasily, but nods with a solemn sort of determination. ]
Please hold still. [ He reaches out with his right hand to gently grasp on the other side of his arm, not where he had been violently pulling at it and presuming it would be safer to touch there.
Setting the broad of one claw against the flat of his wrist, he runs it along just over the skin and under the cuff of his jacket. A quick, neat motion, but he's so very delicate. so very, very conscious not to nick him and just cut through the fabric.
Though if there was any corruption there, or any corruption in Megumi himself... there would be such a gentle, calming sort of feeling that's so intense it almost feels searing -- pleasantly searing -- where the broad of his claw might touch skin. Purifying it. ]
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What's the prob...
[ Megumi's eye lock briefly with Allen's.-is he nervous? Megumi breathes out and shifts to a calm demeanor.]
You won't hurt me. I've seen how you control your hand in battle.
[His green eyes motion to Allen's cursed hand and then down to his arm.
His tone shifts somewhat towards a jest.]
If I thought I couldn't trust you, I wouldn't offer you my arm just to get it cleaved off, you know?
[ He's attempting to lighten the mood and be encouraging but its really not easy for him to communicate positivity well.
As Allen grabs his arm, he may have have noticed that Megumi's temperature is icy cold to the touch.
As the blade gets closer, Megumi's arm naturally tightens but only for a moment before relaxing. The claw's delicate cut releases the built up tension in his wrist. A refreshing sensation like a waterfall gently pouring over your head rejuvenates Megumi's body. What's happening?]
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This jolts Megumi from his moment of bliss into utter disgust.
Just underneath the surface of his flesh, lie shiny dark purple boils of various sizes.The tips of these lesions are exposed after being ripped off by the sleeve. Blisters litter the length of his arm. But something is definitely off with one in particular. -Is it growing??
One boil begins to split open causing the pores of his skin to stretch way past natural elasticity. Touching the bulbous deformity gently with the tip of his finger-rubber?! is a big mistake.
Busting through the surface of his skin, a large molded meat colored tinctorius mushroom emitting a putrid necrotic stench blooms.
The tick like fungi stands about 3 inches tall and 4 inches wide. Its armadillo-like appearance begins to alter as each individual scale skitter off the mushroom and down his arm, burrowing back into his skin.
Plunging his fingers into his flesh like soft dirt he tears out the high-jacker. The stem is covered in thick blue blood. At the bottom reddish tendrils fade to purple and begin to squirm as they mix with his blue blood. Tiny bits of flesh hang as the tentacle-roots reach out attempting to take hold. Promptly throwing that shit down the pit. Megumi looks back at Allen. His face is devoid of all color.]
This is disgusting...Help me cut these things out before they spread.
I read that as "I need to tl;dr because Allen's face" and y'know that's valid
There is such a startled shift in Allen's expression at that, pale grey eyes flicking to the other boy as if he hadn't been expecting that at all -- and he hadn't. And it works, mouth set in a calm sort of determination then as he easily clips through the fabric. But what lies beneath....
Even having a strong constitution and having seen a lot of the horrors of now two worlds, for a moment he's actually worried he might vomit and lurches slightly. That's a new level. ]
W-what?! 'Cut'?? [ He can't do something like that!! That's too much!! ]
What even are those?! [ They're moving! Like worms! Horrible, parasitic mushroom worms!! ]
Let's try this again 🥲 If it's crazy still ill try again tomorrow
Looking away from the mess that is his arm and meeting the grey eyes in front of him. There is a confidence masking a building anxiety in his voice.]
I'll tell you what they're not: normal or staying!
[A familiar illuminating rock flickers,catching Megumi's eye. The blood stone. Picking it up with out any hesitation, he drives the sharp end into the foreign invader. Icy blood spills out bringing with it a winter cool calming senstation.
Looking through the broken skin, one will find a bulb, identical to an onion?
That kinda stinks, haha I hate it so much.The structure sits in the dermis layer of the skin.Another blister splits in two oozing more blue liquid and revealing the brown crown of a spotty shroom just peaking through the epidermis.
When breaking through the skin it feels similar to thousands of pin- like legs with tips of fire squirming in all different directions. Taking anchor on bone and intertwining with veins. Nerves are grated by tiny insect tarsi, moving independently of each other. Skittering about uncontrollably causing an absolutely maddening itch.
His voice harshens and his tone drops from heightened to dead serious. It is enough to cause Kage to give a worried whimper.
Punctuating each word very precisely and very clearly]
I have to [picking up a new sharper shard and continuing to rip at his arm] cut it out before the infestation spreads.
[His lips tighten as his eyes constrict becoming more distant with each tear.]
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Except no it really isn't. Though whether the horror of seeing the mushrooms continue to swell and burst, take root is worse, or watching Megumi take up a shard of his own blood and begin to cut into himself... ]
Stop it! [ It's raw and panicked, an edge to his tone, as he reaches out to grab the other boy's wrist with an iron right-handed grip. Locks eyes with him, and there's a desperate sort of pleading in his own. ]
Please -- stop it. I'll do it. [ The look in the other boy's eyes, cutting into his own flesh... he can't bear it.
It hurts, and Allen's own face is contorted as if he's the one in pain. ]
Just... please stop. [ It's softer. Sooty, with a heavy sort of laced regret.
But he also wastes no time or gives Megumi any time to try and argue, swallowing and steeling himself as he grips the infested arm again and, swearing every prayer he knows and isn't sure he believes in... raises his left hand and begins to lance and slice through the skin next to the mushroom boils with a single carefully controlled bladed claw. So he can get better access to them, and pry them out with his gloved other hand.
Please don't bleed out. If a coldblood even can bleed out -- please don't ]
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One, two, three-- warmer moist breath steadily exhales. Over and over in a repeating loop.
Cold... that's a bit of a new fee... "Stop it!" ...ling. Three, four
The excruciating plucking causes the tiny hairs on the back of his neck to stand.
Focus on breathing... two thre... "Just...please stop"
Reality starts to fade into view at that very slow but also extremely quick span of time between fully conscious and completely
disassociatedchecked out.Blurry vision starts to come to focus. Just beyond Allen, there is a crooked sign with an unfamiliar language carved into beaten wood. Was that always there?
A large blade delicately slices into his flesh spilling small amounts of blood that dry before hitting the ground making a crystalline patter sound. But no pain?? Down by the crook of the elbow there is a significant gash where a sharp object has been cutting over and over again since his arm has been anchored down. The feeling of coldness continies to creep in.]
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He's suffering too, maybe... it was wrong to ask for your help.
All of the things you want to say, but your vocal cords tighten up and your mouth dries. Why is it always so hard to breathe in moments like these?
Knowinging your kindness and taking advantage of that. Fucked up because...of being afraid... not of death, not of these trials and definitely not of this rotten world.
He swallows in an effort to clear the lump that has been forming in the back of his throat to try and get something to come out but...
Loneliness is consuming and completely overwhelming, you know? It's being a prisoner to your own mind.
It's selfish and ...]
–I'm sorry
[The only two words he's able to get out. Guilt ridden, heavy, and stated simply in a small voice. An icy chill contiues inching closer.]
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Using his own claws to cut through another person's flesh -- it's utterly nauseating and makes his stomach heave almost as much, if not more, than the nature of the parasitic mushrooms themselves. That keep growing despite how quickly he tries to work. That he has to cut deep, almost to bone in some areas, and grasp the wiggling things with his other hand and flinging them back into the pit. One, two...
It takes literally all of his all just to continue, to the point where he almost doesn't catch what Megumi says. But he does, and it takes him aback for a moment.
That sort of expression... ]
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I... I believe in the future where we both get out of here. Together! [ Can you save them all when you probably can't even save the one in front of you? You can't even save yourself.
It's a creeping doubt in the back of his mind, black and insidious, leaving his mouth dry even as he tries to ignore it. He pulls out another root. ]
People need... things to look forward to. [ His breath is labored just from concentrating and his own pervasive horror. ] Even when it's dark and scary. Even when things are really messed up. So I'm going to think about that. Everything I want to do and everyone I want to see again when we're out of here. [ The iron grip he has on his forearm with his right hand -- he adjusts it a little. Higher up, hoping it might act like a tourniquet of sorts and, well...
Just to help hold his arm together while he works. ]
And so should you! Because we're both getting out of here! You're stronger than me, aren't you? [ Before, with that giant corrupted monster of a snake... you were the calm and collected one, weren't you? The one who knew what to do? The one who always seems to know what to do? Who just started cutting apart his own arm? ] You've made it this far, haven't you?
Even so, it's okay to rely on the me that wants to see you live! Even if I can't save anyone else -- I'm going to save you! [ Don't apologize, just live. Whatever these are doing to you, don't let them.
With a surge of frustrated, terror-fueled adrenaline, he grasps the final mushroom and casts it back into the pit with a savage finality. ]
So don't talk to me with such a quiet voice like you're already giving up!
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Listen, I'm sorry for getting you involved and putting you through this. But you've done more than enough, and
[he tugs at Allen's vise-grip gently and when he doesn't budge he yanks at his arm]
... I don't plan on dying! I could never leave you with the weight of that burden!
[It comes out quick, loud and sharp. His eyes harbor an intense look. There is anger towards himself for putting someone he considers a friend in this precarious situation and sadness for hurting the person who has done nothing but help him.]
You don't need... !!! [For fucks sake
As the mushroom hits the dark shadows of the pit, the very landscape begins to shift. Loud scraping sounds made by rocks rasping against each other screech in the darkness. The hole's two story high walls grind inward causing the ground to quake and rumble. The dilapidated sign falls to the ground and shakes alongside bouncing pebbles. The tremor is enough to violently jostle the two towards the opening.
Fearing for the worst Megumi begins to imbue and disperse his deep blue cursed energy throughout his body. Fortifying and bracing for whatever is going to happen next. Out of precaution he delegates extra energy to his head and injured arm when something unusual happens.
A bright white light sparks sending reversed cursed energy(positive energy) to the wounded area and a warm cleansing sensation rushes over the limb.
Just as this is happening the seemingly bottomless pit closes just inches away from the two, leaving nothing behind but a small red mushroom spotted with tiny white dots.]
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