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firewalled) wrote in middaeg2019-12-12 05:05 pm
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[Open] It's not my style to be strong, strong enough to want to fight
Who: Rich Goranski and you!
When: Throughout December
Where: Around the city
What: Catch all for the month! Quest shenanigans, as well as some full moon things.
Warnings: None at the moment!
This is not how the plot of Bambi went (Bringing Back Tradition)
Come on little guy...
[Rich, as per usual, is keeping himself busy. With the whole tea shop's opening, he doesn't have a lot of time for extra jobs, but with the holidays coming up, it was hard to resist one certain quest in particular. Bundled up in his warming scarf, Rich has been traipsing around excitedly in the snow, carrots clutched in his talons. The deer are hard to get the attention of, but some of the younger ones are curious enough to come a little closer to him.
One of these he's luring over now. He stays knelt down and attempts to be still, holding out the carrot as he offers soft, gentle words of reassurance.]
Yeah, that's it, buddy. Come on. I'm not gonna hurt you.
[This would be a sweet scene... if it wasn't for the fact that Rich has in fact been trying to lure over a female doe, and there's an angry stag coming out of the bush and looking just about ready to tackle him. Perhaps a warning is in order.]
But this is at least basically the plot of Mrs. Doubtfire (Undercover)
[Of course, aside from the excitement over the holidays, Rich's feelings on the whole... situation with Dorchacht hasn't changed. Fantasy racism was a fun enough concept in comics and DnD, but now that he's living it, it's extremely annoying at best. Whatever he can do to help combat it, he's more than happy to take part in. It's just a matter of if anyone is going to realize it's him doing it.
Thanks to Papyrus' smart thinking, Rich has found a different scarf from his usual one. Wrapped snugly around his neck, it seems to employ some sort of disguise charm, making him appear as an old woman. There was a lot of rehearsal Papyrus insisted on to get the part down, but in time, an elderly lady can be seen hobbling along the streets. Occasionally, she'll ask a passerby for help crossing the street, or carrying a bag. She becomes a regular sight soon enough... and then the only problem is that she starts showing up in places little prudish grannies should not be showing up in.
She gets into bars and gambling clubs easily enough, but Rich gets impatient, and he knows when it's time to rock the boat. So he channels all of his acting lessons from Mr. Reyes, and starts approaching the house of a rich aristocrat. When the elderly woman is stopped by a man at the gate, she blinks and squints in clear confusion, her voice trembling with concern.]
Oh! Sorry, dearie, I really don't mean to impose... well, it's just, I could have sworn I saw my husband... Harold? Harold, are you in there? Dear, come talk to this nice man! Honestly, you'd need a leash to keep him in line!
[The woman continues to fuss and ramble on about her apparent husband, making the guard more and more bemused. Christine Canigula would certainly be proud, but perhaps someone else would be willing to help Rich keep up the act.]
How much is that dragon in the window, the one with the waggly tail? (Full Moon)
[Rich has been here long enough that at this point, full moons are almost starting to feel dull. It's the same old routine. Much like PMS, once a month, Rich has to deal with sudden mood swings, excruciating pain, and unhealthy cravings. The only real difference is that Rich has to turn into a literal house-sized dragon.
So near Rich's residence, tail weaving through snowbanks, is a large red dragon, curled up and dozing through the evening. There isn't much Rich's roommates can do to make him more comfortable, but it seems there was an attempt: a teddy bear is resting in between its large claws.
Still, on a cold winter's evening, it's hard not to feel lonely. Rich watches with obvious curiosity as each person walks past, rumbling out a low whine, scaley tail idly swishing back and forth as he watches with big, sad eyes. If he's ignored, he whines louder, and rolls... a large barrel out onto the road with his nose. It's as if he wants to play.
...Wait, is this a dragon or a werewolf?]
No one tell him dragons can lay eggs (Network)
[A few days after the full moon, Rich has noticed not all the changes that used to come and go with the full moon have disappeared completely. Most of it, like the two black horns that have sprouted on each side of his bright red streak, are mainly able to be ignored, but there is definitely one that Rich finds frustrating enough to take to the network about.]
When: Throughout December
Where: Around the city
What: Catch all for the month! Quest shenanigans, as well as some full moon things.
Warnings: None at the moment!
This is not how the plot of Bambi went (Bringing Back Tradition)
Come on little guy...
[Rich, as per usual, is keeping himself busy. With the whole tea shop's opening, he doesn't have a lot of time for extra jobs, but with the holidays coming up, it was hard to resist one certain quest in particular. Bundled up in his warming scarf, Rich has been traipsing around excitedly in the snow, carrots clutched in his talons. The deer are hard to get the attention of, but some of the younger ones are curious enough to come a little closer to him.
One of these he's luring over now. He stays knelt down and attempts to be still, holding out the carrot as he offers soft, gentle words of reassurance.]
Yeah, that's it, buddy. Come on. I'm not gonna hurt you.
[This would be a sweet scene... if it wasn't for the fact that Rich has in fact been trying to lure over a female doe, and there's an angry stag coming out of the bush and looking just about ready to tackle him. Perhaps a warning is in order.]
But this is at least basically the plot of Mrs. Doubtfire (Undercover)
[Of course, aside from the excitement over the holidays, Rich's feelings on the whole... situation with Dorchacht hasn't changed. Fantasy racism was a fun enough concept in comics and DnD, but now that he's living it, it's extremely annoying at best. Whatever he can do to help combat it, he's more than happy to take part in. It's just a matter of if anyone is going to realize it's him doing it.
Thanks to Papyrus' smart thinking, Rich has found a different scarf from his usual one. Wrapped snugly around his neck, it seems to employ some sort of disguise charm, making him appear as an old woman. There was a lot of rehearsal Papyrus insisted on to get the part down, but in time, an elderly lady can be seen hobbling along the streets. Occasionally, she'll ask a passerby for help crossing the street, or carrying a bag. She becomes a regular sight soon enough... and then the only problem is that she starts showing up in places little prudish grannies should not be showing up in.
She gets into bars and gambling clubs easily enough, but Rich gets impatient, and he knows when it's time to rock the boat. So he channels all of his acting lessons from Mr. Reyes, and starts approaching the house of a rich aristocrat. When the elderly woman is stopped by a man at the gate, she blinks and squints in clear confusion, her voice trembling with concern.]
Oh! Sorry, dearie, I really don't mean to impose... well, it's just, I could have sworn I saw my husband... Harold? Harold, are you in there? Dear, come talk to this nice man! Honestly, you'd need a leash to keep him in line!
[The woman continues to fuss and ramble on about her apparent husband, making the guard more and more bemused. Christine Canigula would certainly be proud, but perhaps someone else would be willing to help Rich keep up the act.]
How much is that dragon in the window, the one with the waggly tail? (Full Moon)
[Rich has been here long enough that at this point, full moons are almost starting to feel dull. It's the same old routine. Much like PMS, once a month, Rich has to deal with sudden mood swings, excruciating pain, and unhealthy cravings. The only real difference is that Rich has to turn into a literal house-sized dragon.
So near Rich's residence, tail weaving through snowbanks, is a large red dragon, curled up and dozing through the evening. There isn't much Rich's roommates can do to make him more comfortable, but it seems there was an attempt: a teddy bear is resting in between its large claws.
Still, on a cold winter's evening, it's hard not to feel lonely. Rich watches with obvious curiosity as each person walks past, rumbling out a low whine, scaley tail idly swishing back and forth as he watches with big, sad eyes. If he's ignored, he whines louder, and rolls... a large barrel out onto the road with his nose. It's as if he wants to play.
...Wait, is this a dragon or a werewolf?]
No one tell him dragons can lay eggs (Network)
[A few days after the full moon, Rich has noticed not all the changes that used to come and go with the full moon have disappeared completely. Most of it, like the two black horns that have sprouted on each side of his bright red streak, are mainly able to be ignored, but there is definitely one that Rich finds frustrating enough to take to the network about.]
so like
do any dragons here have spines like i do
wondering if you guys know of tailors that could fix up shirts
id been just cutting holes before for my wings but at this point im gonna have to go around completely shirtless
and like
how the hell do you sleep on your back
any dragons have any other weird changes like this that i should watch out for
its getting annoying to think its over and then suddenly the universe decides to give me another little fuck you