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fairy questing [open]

WHO: ichimatsu matsuno and-- you there!
WHERE: the forest.
WHEN: the first half of september.
WHAT: fairy questing!! ichimatsu is a moron and is gonna eat one 'cause he's a cat. both prompts are open! come get some fairy quest fills. :>
WARNINGS: eventually will probably contain vomit due to said fairy-eating.

[Quest Information here!]

a; fairy fights

[So John had started it, and if asked Ichimatsu would probably say that was the only reason he was here. He was pretty certain you didn't get multiple rewards for doing the same quest more than once or with more than one person, but at this point he didn't even really care-- He just liked pouncing on fairies. See, at one point he'd gone and fused with a cat, back home, and as a result became the generalization of a cat in a wig and loungewear seemingly at random. This came with... pretty much everything that came with a cat, up to and including playing with things that weren't exactly toys.]

[Like fairies.]

[He was currently in the habit of climbing into trees, waiting for the fairies to get tired and back off, and leaping out of his trees to pounce them to the ground. There were two of them laying incapacitated on the ground, currently, because he'd knocked them down and out and then lost interest, only to climb back into his trees and repeat the process. Eventually, the fairies would wake up, and either flee or have the process repeated.]

[So come get some free quest fills on account of a weird cat guy.]

fairy hairballs;

[Eventually, just pouncing the fairies got a little boring. Generally, after they fell unconscious he'd lose interest because they'd stop moving, and one flitting to the aid of its comrade or just happening across the chaos would catch his interest instead. He'd done this four times, now, and with the fourth fairy on the ground under his paw-like hands, he got an idea.]

[It was a bit gruesome, and he knew it wasn't required to kill them, but... Well, he killed it. Except then he proceeded to eat it, as cats often did with bugs or rodents they killed.]

[This was all fine and well for the grand approximation of a minute and a half, which gave him enough time to get back up into one of his trees, albeit sluggishly. Eating the fairy wasn't sitting right with him, and not in a moral compass sort of way. A number of feet off the ground perched on a tree branch was a mighty bad place to suddenly be dizzy and overheated and feeling a lot like you were going to be sick.]

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_{[ Jake wasn't too find of defeating fairies himself. As gruesome as these little pests seemed to be, they reminded him of those fairybulls back home that wanted nothing to show love and affection towards anyone. Nevertheless, a quest is a quest and who is he to not try and attempt a quest?
he's just getting started with both of his trusty Berettas in hand (one that Satan Ryo had borrowed from the last quest with the sirens) and he was ready to shoot down as many as possible! He doesn't even know what tricks they may have up their sleeve since he was starting out.

Though, he comes across someone who he had never seen before. An actual cat man? Or something? By jove, he's seen it all. In any case, this cat in clothing doesn't seem to be doing well at all up in that tree so Jake can't help but tip toe over to him and look up. ]}

Psss.. um. Pussyman, are you fairing quite alright there?
_{[ pussyman tho.. ]}

[His ears are pinned flat to his head and his tail is wound tightly around one ankle, which hangs limp off the limb of the tree he's otherwise clung to, and he opens his eyes slowly in the direction of Jake's voice.]

["Pussyman", is it. He'd laugh if he didn't figure the action would make him greet the kid with the contents of his stomach.]

[So instead, he points toward the half-eaten fairy carcass some feet away. Whether that would result in Jake thinking he was just squeamish of the gore or actually understand that he ate the thing remained to be seen.]

_{[ Unfortunately for Ichimatsu, Jake is a little slow. He's not at all fussed about seeing a half eaten fairy-- a dead fairy. Actually, if it was in better condition he'd consider flexing his taxidermy interest and make this fairy into a work of art. ]}

Um, cat-buddy.. why don't you come down from there carefully and take it easy?
_{[ needless to say, Jake has no idea what happened just yet. ]}

Here, do you need assistance?
_{[ He'll just fly up there steadily and float but Ichimatsu's side. ]}

[Oh, right, half the teenagers here can fucking fly. He tries to not jolt too hard when he closes his eyes and reopens them to Jake being right fucking there, but he shifts enough for his stomach to protest, and curls forward against the branch with a hand over his mouth. He just makes a faint whine of a sound in lieu of words, hoping for both of them that Jake doesn't just decide to grab him.]

[ Is there something... in the tree? Fushimi stops once he hears movement, slightly cautious -- there's a dagger in one hand (where did that come from) and he holds onto it until his vision manages to catch up with his ears and process a... cat... man... in a tree. Looking a little sick. And also kind of ... familiar?

Away the dagger goes, up a sleeve or something (how) and safely out of sight before Fushimi steps over -- safely out of range, should Ichimatsu fall down out of the branches or abruptly projectile vomit. ]

Why are you furry.

[Luckily for Fushimi, there's no projectile vomit ~~yet~~. He takes a moment to unpin his ears from where they're laying flat against his head and open his eyes, turning his head to give Fushimi a withering frown. He does not want to answer that question, he doesn't even know how to answer that question.]

[He oozes his way backward toward the trunk of the tree, pausing every so often to be still like he's dizzy, and eventually makes his way back to the ground, hunched up on all fours.]

Jus' happens sometimes. [He is absolutely behaving like a sick cat, curled and small and kind-of hiding.]

Edited (way to fuck up html, self) 2018-09-18 19:57 (UTC)

... do you also sometimes just act like you're sick?

[ Fushimi is eyeing him a little critically. He isn't worried, exactly, because he doesn't have a whole lot of emotional investment in Ichimatsu -- they've spoken in passing, but they're not close, and Fushimi saves his actual feelings for like, three whole people -- but seeing someone sick in this place is always worrying in a general way. What if it's contagious, what if it winds up making their group weaker. ]

You look like shit.

[He would possibly appreciate the not-concern for being practical were he not constantly wandering between dangerously about-to-vomit and just highly uncomfortable, he imagines, but with it being unspoken he doesn't have the chance. His eyes stay closed a moment and his ears pinned to his head, and he shakes his head slowly.]

[It's... not quite slowly enough for his nausea, unfortunately, and he makes a pathetic little sound and about half brings his hand toward his mouth before he ducks behind the tree he'd crouched by to retch, leaning against it away from the puddle of sick as best he can.]

...not acting, on that part. I always look like shit.

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[ Fushimi isn't actually grossed out by any weird bodily fluids aside from wrinkling his nose a little in distaste. It isn't like he's a big fan of it or anything, but he's not squeamish by far, especially if it isn't himself being sick. ]

You planning to stay out here until you feel better? [ It's a little abrasive, a little condescending -- Ichimatsu is obviously in no condition to be moving all that much, but it's not exactly safe to spend a whole lot of time outside of the town, Fushimi knows. ]

[The laugh makes his stomach hurt, muscles strained from being sick, but he does it anyway, flopping to sit at another angle against the tree and spit sideways to try and rid his mouth of the taste of vomit.]

Didn't entirely plan to get sick in the first place.

Plan better. [ It's said without any real edge to it -- it isn't meant to be chiding, because Fushimi isn't Ichimatsu's mother and doesn't care to be. It's just a statement of fact: in a place like this, there's no guarantee that a fuckup like this wouldn't be absolutely catastrophic, even if it isn't now. ]

... do you need help back? [ Not that Fushimi actually wants to help, but like -- better him than someone more squeamish about vomit, probably. ]

[He would like to be frustrated by this... not-chiding, but he's a little too busy being plagued by his aforementioned lack of planning and ducking behind the tree again to expel more fairy from his guts. He stays partway standing this time, just leaning on the tree to give Fushimi a withering frown.]

Given the likelihood of me puking on you at some point, I feel like you should reconsider this offer.

[ Fushimi shrugs a shoulder up, unconcerned and uncaring, because there are such worse things in the world than catboy vomit, honestly.

Feelings are way worse, for example, and people throw those on Fushimi all the damn time. ]

It can't be helped, can it? [ His tone is exasperated, but not mean. ] I don't care about that.

[Feelings are absolutely way worse, he's with you on that. He closes his eyes over in a squint, pushing off the tree carefully to wobble in Fushimi's general direction. He doesn't actively accept the offer to help, especially since he doesn't really know to what degree he even needs help right now. He's shaky and sick in a way he hasn't been in a long time, and it's scary because-- well, shamefully, he's used to his mother or his brothers taking care of him like they always do when they're sick. So he... doesn't really have any frame of reference for taking care of himself. At all.]

[He thinks... maybe he's supposed to stay hydrated? Except the thought of drinking, or putting anything anywhere near his mouth makes his stomach turn again, so he just winces as he makes his uncoordinated handful of steps toward Coffee Incarnate.]

Just... maybe, I can probably walk.

[ Fushimi, actually, is extremely used to caring for sick people... if by people he means himself. Which comes from being raised in an extremely neglectful household and also being exceptionally stubborn, but the point is that he knows how to deal with vomit and nausea and all the trappings.

He also knows how to gently, and only slightly begrudgingly, put an arm around Ichimatsu to steady him. It's a little awkward because of the height difference, but it... works. ]

Where do you live?

[Shiho is, at heart, an opportunist. Which is why when she sees a furry Ichimatsu pounce on a fairy? She’s walking over, giving first the fairy and then him a long, slow look.

First though she needs to address the most important thing:]

Did you eat something weird? [Or is he trying cosplay? Experimenting with being a furry? She’s confused.]

[His ears perk and swivel before he turns toward her, and his tail swishes in a friendly, somewhat social pattern as he sits on his haunches almost proudly over his felled fairy.]

[It's no experiment, Shiho, this asshole just is a furry. ...He just doesn't do this terribly often. He seems to struggle a moment with talking, opening his mouth and actually just meowing at first, folding his ears flat against his head and trying again.]

...no, [And after a moment,] This just happens sometimes.

[Did he just meow at her?! She has to remind herself that he's a furry and she absolutely should not find it funny and definitely should not want to pet his ears. Her voice sounds a little strained as she tries to resist.]

Ah, does it? You just randomly sprout ears and go hunting. Okay. [It's not convincing at all but she does take a step over to take a closer look at the fairy.]

[You are fully encouraged to pet the cat, Shiho, but he might purr and that could get awkward. His tail curls and settles, and he frowns down at the fairy.]

...usually minus the hunting part.

[She once cooed over, petted and took selfies with a guy who had used his powers to borrow the body of a baby seal for a mission, okay. An adult with cat ears is not actually the weirdest thing. Also that tail is definitely not helping at all.]

You seemed to have enjoyed it though.

[And he was good at it, even. Another step and she's within petting range.]

[The tail flicks and his ears follow her step into petting range, but he's still frowning at the fairy.]

...I'm pretty sure it was flying, so I have to be honest in telling you I have no idea how I got it on the ground. [He leapt. He is not normally a leaper.]

Probably by jumping. [She's still staring at those ears.]

Unless you have some kind of psychokinetic thing you're not telling us about. [A-And she can't. She just can't.]

......Can I touch your ears? [Just a little!]

[He looks thoughtful, the ears perking and then pinning against his head, and he shakes his head.]

Not that I know of.

[The ears perk again, and he looks vaguely scandalized, but mostly because he's never had anybody ask to pet him. He cautiously inclines his head.]

...sure, I guess?

Thanks. [And with a breath she reaches out and pets his ears, careful to make sure that she doesn't read too deeply into his thoughts with her psychometry.

And after a minute she's still petting his ears, sorry.]

[So it's a little weird to be asked to be pet and then thanked when you allow it, Ichimatsu decides, but absolutely not unpleasant to actually have your ears pet. His eyes close almost immediately, looking exactly as pleased as one might assume a cat might be when granting someone permission to pet its ears. His thoughts, at least, are somehow simultaneously Too Many Things At Once and Absolutely Nothing At All-- there's a lot of stress he doesn't ever wholly exude, a lot of homesickness he'd never own up to, and a comical amount of thoughts about cats, his own included. But generally it's all a jumbled mess she'd likely have a hard time sorting through to find anything worthwhile, anyhow.]

[Of course, he doesn't mind that she's still petting the ears after a full minute, either, though he does open his eyes just enough to squint at her.]

[It’s only good manners to thank someone when they let you pet their ears, Shiho thinks. His thoughts are a mess, a loud mess that she doesn’t bother to sort through because that’s not why she was petting him in the first place. All the better that it was a mess really since that meant she couldn’t read him without exerting some effort.

She has the decency to look at tiny, tiny bit embarrassed, but not very sorry at all as she takes her hand away.]

Ah, sorry. It’s just... they’re so soft?! [This reminds her of the time they made a Minamoto-bot with cat ears then dressed him up in a maid outfit and called him Minamoto Hermione. Ah, fun times.]

[It's probably good he doesn't know she can read thoughts by touching people, or he'd likely have never agreed to let her touch him. He's a little contact-shy to begin with, having someone Read Your Mind when you're Ichimatsu is about the worst thing. Thankfully he is blissfully unaware, and doesn't seem to mind at all that she sort of forgot to stop petting him. He does the person equivalent of a cat slow-blink, folding the ears back and then forward again, shrugging his shoulders.]

I've never actually pet my own ears, so I'll take your word for it. [Please don't put him in a maid outfit.]

Wait, really?

[If she’d known he wouldn’t want her to read his mind she probably wouldn’t have touched him either. Most people tended to dislike it when she read their mind, after all. It’s just that the ears had been too much of a temptation this one singular time!

They’re still moving and she smiles at him.]

Don’t cats do the- [And here she demonstrates, one hand in a light fist and held to the side of her head. She thinks of going “Nyah” but there are limits to how far she’s willing to embarrass herself.] -thing?

[He's just an anxious moron who thinks too much about absolutely nothing, but is also a complete tsundere so he's a lot softer in his head than he reads outwardly most days. He likes it that way, because nobody sees in his head. ...He'd probably have let her touch the ears anyway, just for a second. It made her so happy, after all.]

[He blinks at her pantomime.]

...What, like the grooming thing? I don't usually have them long enough to need that. [Also have you seen the state of his hair.]

[She could definitely understand the whole being too tsundere thing. Too bad most psychometers are a lower level than she is and reading another esper was always difficult.

Shiho blinks back, hand still at the side of her head as she tilts her head at him.]

What, not even a little? Just for fun? [Who grooms themselves for fun?!

Other than Shiho 'spending half an hour a day on my hair' Sannomiya.]

[He's so fucking tsundere. Awash is lucky they've not met any of his siblings, honestly. He thinks about the question a little longer, and cautiously brings one hand up, balled in a paw-like fist, to his ear, and rubs at it idly.]

[It takes about two and a half seconds of this for him to find a particularly pleasant spot to itch and go to town, closing his eyes and leaning sideways to scratch it.]

[This... might have something to do with why he doesn't pet himself.]

[How she wishes she had her cell phone with her right now. This would have made perfect blackmail material. That and it's just actually kind of cute???]

.....So? How is it?

[Shiho you are evil disguised as adorable. Ichimatsu respects that. He blinks his way out of his blissed out trance, staring blankly at her for a long moment, and then puts his hand decidedly on the ground and looks embarrassed, the ears pinning back to his head.]

...highly embarrassing, and I'm gonna make every effort to never do it again.

[Shiho's smile widens as she resists the urge to pat his head again if just so she can see exactly how embarrassed he is. Reading minds = bad. Apparently.]

Awww, really? But it was so cute! [This is the same feeling she had when they put mini-Minamoto into a maid outfit.]

[Extremely, and even moreso now that she's gone and called him cute. He's not cute, Shiho, he's garbage, haven't they had this conversation. He makes a strange garbled sound in the back of his throat and pins his ears flatter to his head, his skin going red all the way to where it disappears into the collar of his shirt.]

Mmmnnnngh.

[If only someone could tell him that you don't show weakness to a ZKC girl. Or maybe he can guess from how amused she looks with all this.

Hopefully she won't take advantage of this? (But of course she is, especially when she least expects it.)]

Awww!!

[He can guess, but it doesn't change the fact that he's grumpily trying to hide from her.]

Don't "aww" me.

[She takes that as a challenge.]

Awwwwww~

[Except she breaks down laughing after two seconds of this.]

[They do say laughter is infectious, and unfortunately for Ichimatsu he is hardly immune to this notion. So his scowling keeps up a grand total of ten seconds longer than Shiho's "aww"ing did, and then he's rolling his eyes and grinning, allowing a quiet chuckle.]

Yeah, yeah, okay. Kids these days.

Hey, I'm not a kid! I'm a young lady.

[Which is an important distinction, she thinks.]

[He closes his eyes and leans to the side, the gesture conceding to her statement without words, and he puts his hands up just slightly, placating.]

Okay, okay, fair. Young ladies these days, then. [Still a kid. He's also just old.]

[Shiho gives a quick, decisive nod at that.]

Much better.

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fairy questing [open]

fairy hairball.. i guess

you've brought this upon yourself

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i typed "fairyballs" and then started giggling about it

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gentle cw for vomit

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coffee incarnate is his new gamertag

Fairy fights!

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