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Snowblind Moderators ([personal profile] snowblindmods) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2018-10-27 03:28 pm

[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough
zunesareawesome: (Dancing - Ooh)

[personal profile] zunesareawesome 2018-11-01 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Cool! She can join the party!"

He's not really sure what the right direction is, but you point him to it, he will go in that direction. And probably run over everything in the way.

"Yeah!" He is so pumped for this, dude. "If we get a whole team together, we can do even more damage!" He is all about doing some damage. "Can you imagine what the Admin would say?"

A beat.

"Think she might try to stop us?"
Edited 2018-11-01 04:24 (UTC)
termineur: (Interrupting)

[personal profile] termineur 2018-11-03 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Sylar tilts his head to the side, thoughtful. "Depends entirely on how much she sees us as anomalies. We'll have to make sure we're chatty before we get close, separate us out from them as much as we can." He smiles now, looking confident. "Shouldn't be too hard. And hey, maybe all the wanton destruction would cheer her up."

He leans down again, assessing Peter's new form a little more analytically. "Are you gonna need help getting out of here?" He doesn't want his new quicksand trap getting stuck down here.
zunesareawesome: (Flying1)

[personal profile] zunesareawesome 2018-11-06 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Talk a lot, right!"

A beat.

"Every time I talk, mud comes pouring outta my mouth. You think that might be a problem?"

He has no problem being chatty, just being chatty in his case might be terrifying.

"I think I can pull myself out. I can like..." he tries to extend more of himself out, forming a couple of tendrils. "I might be able to drag myself out. I'm just so heavy, might take awhile..."