snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

A. New Game Start!

[Peter's confused once they emerge. He's stuck on the ground, for a second he thinks he's actually stuck but it's not...he can't get up, he's not...shaped anything remotely humanoid. It's like he's made of...something big, something rocky, sludgy, muddy, save for the only recognizable part of him, the top of his face.

Every time he opens his mouth to speak, more and more mud just...pours out of it.

It's far bigger than it should be, spreading mud everywhere.

Yeah, this isn't a good day.]

I can't--I can't stop it?

[It's more of a gurgle than anything, but his words are understandable through all the...gushing mud. He hates this, he feels trapped by this...giant rock thing he is. He's gotta move. Gotta get outta here.

If he keeps screaming, this whole place is gonna end up one big muddy mess.

Maybe you can stop him from screaming?]

B. Continue, Y/N?

[He can crawl though, and he pulls himself along, emerging from the tunnels and into the snow. He doesn't bother going around anything, why should he? He doesn't need to. So much easier than going around, he was big enough, heavy enough to mow anything he wanted over. Bits of rubble get stuck on his body when he just...razes through the open snow, but that's okay. It's starting to make him look like a moving trash pile of rubble, to be honest.

He sees you in the distance.

Despite his size, he's not as slow as you'd think he is?

He's not going to stop.

He's coming right for you.]

Edited 2018-10-28 04:30 (UTC)

[This is not good. There is so much mud here?

Flynn doesn't mind at first because he quickly realizes it is such a good nourishment for his spores and if Peter keeps moving around like this he is going to spread it everywhere?

But at the same time Peter seems rather dismayed about all this if his screaming is any indication and, well. Flynn understands. His new shape is a little disturbing and probably takes some getting used to.

He leans down, squatting in front of the shapeless mass, finding the top of Peter's head. His 'hands' in the shape of vines and roots intermingling cover his gaping mouth for a moment though he isn't sure if he can actually hold it.]

Shhh. It's okay. You're okay.

[Flynn.

Flynn, that's not helping.

Flynn, that's the opposite of helping.

Peter's not sure if he's screaming because of what Flynn even looks like now, or because he's...somehow...covering his giant muddy mouth with--with what, vines and roots?

Nope. Not okay.]

AUuuUUUUUUGhhhhhhh WHAT THE HELL?!

[He tries to back up but he can't, his...everything sort of shifts to the side but he hasn't got the hang of moving properly yet.]

[If there was ever a moment to freeze-frame their friendship this would probably be it.

Flynn frowns, looking confused over the fact that this is not helping because why isn't this helping? He was here for him, he just told him it's going to be okay, what more does he want?

Also, that is such a rude response, Peter, come on.]

Really!? Look, I didn't ask for this either? I'm trying to help here, you could... like... I need some legwork from you?

[Pause.]

Leg... ish work? Phleg work?

[1000% their friendship as a snapshot.

Peter just stares, because like, seriously, did you not see how covering his mouth with your creepy vine-root hands was like anything but terrifying?

And did you just...

FLYNN.]

Dude! Come on, man! Seriously!? You're just gonna...

[At least he stopped screaming so...success, sort of?]

How can you be okay with this! How is any of this okay!?

[There really is a lot of mud going on here right now.]

[His hands are beautiful, shut your face. Oh wait, you can't.]

I'm... not?

[He sort of is.]

I'm not, I'm not saying I'm okay with this but, look, we're gonna, we'll figure this out, all right? Are you in pain? Because I'm not and, I'm sorry, but it feels amazing.

Besides, if you keep screaming like that we're all gonna drown in mud.

[Flynn, he will run you over.]

I'm not in any pain, but this isn't about pain!? I mean look at me!? I'm like that rock-thing from Star Trek that Spock got all ahhhh over!? I can't--I can't--

[He tries to reach out, something, anything, and a couple tendrils of sludge and rock slap out and hit the floor in front of them.

There's a pause.]

Okay, that's kind of cool.

[A grumble.]

Look, doesn't a plant-guy want lots of mud?

[He pauses, too, looking down at the tendril.

That is kind of cool. In a... slightly disturbing way.]

Yeah, but out in the open! Not down here?

Well, fine then! I can get you plenty of mud when we get outta here! You want mud? I got lots of it!

Every time I talk, there goes the mud! Look, there goes more! Once we get out in the open I won't quit talkin'! How'd you like that, huh?

[Just a little bit salty here.]

Fine! I'd like that very much! Maybe I can grow something on it! That would be great, so you should!?

[Just a little bit salty in return. He was trying to help you. It's not his fault you're a shapeless mud blob, come on??]

Do you need help getting out of here then because you're obviously not gonna quit talking anyway!

Great! I'd love to help you! And I will! I hope you can grow lots of things on it!

[Please accept this very aggressive assistance.]

I don't need any help getting out of here! [A beat.]

Okay! Maybe a little help! But I don't know how you're gonna do it, I weigh a literal ton.

[He tries to crawl forward, extending large bits of himself forward to pull the rest of his massive bulk along. He starts to get kind of a momentum going, at least. This is the weirdest, most awkward way of moving he's ever done and it's really a wonder he's managed not to start screaming again.]

Maybe I can pull myself outta here when we get to a trapdoor.

Thank you! That's really nice of you!

[He watches him for a moment slogging back and forth.]

Maybe I can grow you a ramp...

Don't worry about it! I'm glad to help!

[There's a pause.]

You can do that? That's pretty sweet, man.

[Another beat.]

But I think I can pull myself up. [He says, so very confidently.]

I think so, let me give it a try...

[And he does, holding out his hands an watching vines spur and grow and entangle. Flynn smiles, excitement taking hold of him again. So much green. So much life!]

This is amazing. Can you walk on that?

[Can you walk?]

Okay, dude? That is freakin' awesome. You have the coolest powers, man!

[He's just gonna jump on the excitement train with you there, pal.]

Uh...

[Not really?]

I can crawl? Maybe?

[He tries to pull himself up onto the vines, but some of him sort of...glorps off the edges and is dragged along. Look, he has no idea how to be a blob, okay.]

I think I got the hang of it?

Right?! I love this!

[Part of him realizes that it's probably bad, being an anomaly, but somehow he really can't focus on that? The horror doesn't quite reach him.]

There you go, that's better.

[Flynn moves with him, trying to help him up the makeshift ramp. From time to time he gives him a push with several bigger leaves conjoined together.]

I bet you can make all kinds of cool things?

[Look, if they gotta be anomalies, might as well have really cool superpowers to go along with it.]

Thanks, bro, this is a huge help! Just a little further.

[The leaf-push is working too, he sort of caterpillar-marches up the ramp, trying not to slide off but at least the vines are a good texture to grip onto. Except now he's gotta get the trapdoor open. He reaches out with a tendril and manages to get a good grip on it, and pop it open.

And yet it still doesn't feel cold, even as he emerges out into the building, glorping over the top of the trapdoor and onto the floor.]

You know what, I bet I can? And I will! Didn't Res 1 have a park? Maybe I can change the climate even, over time?

[Once Peter is out Flynn reaches out with his vines to grab the edges of the trapdoor and pull himself up.]

Oh, this is so convenient, if you knew how many times I could have used that on my missions...

You could single-handedly save Norfinbury! And I could like, crush a few buildings and make more space for your plants!

[He's so excited for you, man. And he's pretty sure he can crush and mow things over. He feels heavy enough to, at least. He's already marching--well, very slowly sludging towards the door.]

Can you make sculptures? Can you make a vine Pac-Man? Because that would be awesome? Please bro, just for me?

You'd do that for me? Oh hey, that's so nice of you? I appreciate it!

[Flynn follows along, trying not to step in any mud Peter is leaving behind, out of politeness and, well, just in case that might hurt him.]

I don't know. I can give it a shot? Might be easier outside, though, it's a little cramped in here.

Yeah, bro! Total teamwork here. And there's gonna be all this mud for your plants? It'll be great!

[There's so much mud he's leaving behind, so he's pretty sure there'll be plenty for the inevitable farmland he's going to be creating here.]

All right, I'll put on the speed!

[He doesn't have much speed.

It's very difficult to tell that he's going much faster, even though he thinks he is.]

Yeah! Here we go!

[He finally reaches the door, except...]

...could you open that for us, bro?

I can't wait! I am so sick of the snow, you have no idea...

[Flynn follows suit, leaving some spores and outgrowths from time to time.]

Oh! Right. Hang on.

[His vines spiral and entangle into a thicker one, reaching out and pulling the door open.]

After you.

[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

cw super body horror, potential smothering/crushing, mouth/mud horror

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