27TH ♫ | Come to think of it, today's the last day of summer vacation

[mytarget]

MONSTER TRANSFORMATION MEME/CMO/WHATEVER

 

 

this is literally just an excuse to play bootleg ryslig shit YOU ALL KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE

• toplevel with your character and give deets of what kind of monster they are
• tag around and do monster shit
• DOESN'T HAVE TO BE HORROR OR EATING PEOPLE BUT IT TOTALLY CAN BE but if you just wanna play monsterpeople in a more chill thread that's cool too
• JUST HAVE A GOOD TIME AND BE GOOD TO EACH OTHER MY DUDES
• BELATED FINAL POINT: doesn't have to stick to ryslig beastiary even if we are just doing bootleg ryslig here HONESTLY JUST DO WHATEVER YOUR HEART TELLS YOU

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[lostcompany]

[No Abe is the coolest!!

Hallelujah's struck for a moment by how odd the scene here is, between him being a fox and there being, like, a little room set out in the middle of the fucking woods, and also the woods existing in general? Grass smells so fucking excellent Chuuya you do not even know.]

Huh. [He says, like he's listening, because he is, but he's also trying to figure out what all he needs to do to make this a convincing "first drink". He does this while trotting his little fox self over and sitting like he has no intention of going furry mode for this.

...Sniffs the cup.

Squints at Chuuya like okay am I supposed to on-the-count-of-three this or just take my time or what's the plan here.]

[goatsongs]

[Furry mode would probably make things easier, but you do you, Hallelujah.]

So have some whenever you're ready. You're gonna drink while you're like that?

[Chuuya takes a sip of his own sake. He's learned to pick up cups with talons getting in the way, at least.]

[lostcompany]

...Yeah? [He's not sure if that's an implied criticism, but his tongue is halfway to the cup.

(Furry mode is kind of weird and makes him feel kind of weird.)]

[goatsongs]

Huh. Has to work better than trying to drink as a bird, anyway. [Which he has, in fact, attempted.] Go for it.

[lostcompany]

[Phew.

...Lap lap lap.

It tastes exactly like he expects it to, of course. He screws his face up a little for show, and hopes that being a fox makes it harder to tell that it's forced.]

Huh. Wow. [He...can't quite remember how he'd reacted the first time, but he thinks Abe had said something right away, so he hadn't had to come up with any comments.] It...it sure doesn't taste like anything but itself, huh.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya is not at all practiced at reading foxes' facial expressions, so Hallelujah gets a pass this time!]

Nope. You get used to the taste after a while. Be glad I didn't get you cheap beer.

[Don't start your drinking on like, Guinness. Ick.]

[lostcompany]

[Dude all the food around here is good. Even the honest to god raw mice he finds in his mouth when the fog lifts sometimes?? There can't be that much of an issue with whatever it is you're thinking of.]

Uh, thanks. [But Chuuya does make it sound like it took extra effort on his part, so who is Hallelujah to be dismissive? His tone is a little somber; he hovers over the cup for a moment, like he's judging whether he should extend that thank-you somehow, but leaves it at that and goes to lap up the rest of the cup.]

[goatsongs]

[...mice and beer are entirely different things, and Chuuya likes to think he still has some standards. Even though he doesn't.

He takes another drink. Normally he'd have downed the cup by now, but he's trying not to get too drunk. Look at him being the responsible adult here. He's so good at this.]

So how've you been holding up, 'Lujah? Anybody giving you any grief?

[lostcompany]

[OH BOY this part. This is his favorite part, which is to say it is the most weird and uncomfortable part, because admitting to trouble involves a certain amount of drawing attention to yourself and drawing attention to yourself is The Worst.]

Uh? Nah, not lately. [..."Not lately", what the hell, is that really the best he could come up with.] I mean, I've been cruising around like this a lot. Kinda makes it easier to blend in. [And it makes it feel less gross to raid garbage for edibles. THESE ARE THINGS HE IS DELIBERATELY NOT SAYING, BECAUSE HE'S PRETTY CONFIDENT THEY'RE WEIRD BY NON-TOKYO STANDARDS. Or like...standards, in general. But look when the tradeoff is scrounging mostly-uneaten hamburgers in order to not be looked at like an incarnation of evil and potentially yelled at or worse there is an obvious choice here because real meat is real meat and that's pretty swell.

He gets to the bottom of the cup, and also the end of an excuse to not keep talking.]

I haven't really talked to any, uh, humans in a while? Just people like us. Some of them...I don't know, they're kind of nutty. I guess from being here too long.

[goatsongs]

Going weird in the head's the kinda thing you'd expect from sticking anybody in a weird place and not letting 'em leave. The foxes and birds and shit part is just extra annoying.

[It's natural, is what he's saying. Some of his fellow authors would have a field day here.]

Probably better that you don't go talking to those weirdos. Not that I don't think you can take care of yourself, but not everyone likes picking fights as much as I do, yeah?

[Chuuya's argumentative at best and has absolutely no qualms about getting rough with humans if they 'start it.' He's never killed anybody because, I mean, come on. He's a dick but not a bad person.]

[lostcompany]

[Is this weird? Maybe he's weird in the head too, coming from Tokyo.] ...Right. [His tail shakes with exactly one wag, and he noses the cup forward, either a signal he's done or to let Chuuya refill it. It could be taken either way and he won't protest whatever assumption is made.

...Speaking of Chuuya's propensity for picking fights, and also Hallelujah's propensity for worrying fiercely when things don't happen as expected.]

So, where've you been, anyways? There's no way it takes four days to find some sake. [...Does it?? This is, like, the land of instant gratification. Are there things you can't just buy, even here?]

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya takes it as a sign to refill the cup. He answers while pouring, sounding utterly casual:]

Jail. Not for anything big, so don't worry about it, yeah?

[...He'll probably worry.]

[lostcompany]

[Worry, like this?]

-What?!

[His fur all stands on end. The first thing he does after...yelping is to look wide-eyed down at the cup, up at Chuuya, down again, like he's juggling a couple of different thoughts up front, then lean down sharply and just kind of do the fox equivalent of downing the whole thing in one go.

Because he's not going to like any possible explanation and there's nothing he can do about that so he needs this.

Also, yeah, this isn't even remotely his first drink and hiding that just shot way down the list of things he's paying attention to.]

[goatsongs]

Calm down, 'lujah, I said it wasn't a big deal.

[Sheesh. It's impressive he downed that whole thing, though.]

Broke somebody's window, spent a couple days in jail, nothin' exciting. The fine's probably the worst part.

[He was also roughhoused a bit for refusing to come quietly but he can handle the bruises.]

[lostcompany]

[His tail wraps tightly around his feet, ears pricked back. Yeah, it's not much to talk about by Chuuya's account, but he can't bring himself to trust this place's concept of laws. Being imprisoned, naturally, puts you at the mercy of your jailers. And being a monster...]

What were you breaking windows for? [Maybe he's overstepping a boundary, but, jesus shit Chuuya.

If it was related to this whole grand plan to booze up Hallelujah, he's going to feel like a jackass.]

[goatsongs]

Had to test out the sake to see if it had anything weird in it, y'know? And I had too much.

[So sort of, but it's not all that out of character for Chuuya anyway. ]

I'm fine, honestly.

[Don't mind the occasional wince.]