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Devon

Post by Gaius » Mon Oct 20, 2014 1:30 am

Just for posterity, his old profile is here.

Name: Devon (surname escapes him)

Species: Fey-Touched Donkey (Former Human)

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance, Part One: For most of his life, Devon was a fairly average-looking human, roughly 5'10", with brown hair and gray eyes. His fashion choices never had much variety, generally sticking to t-shirts (mostly gray), blue jeans, and tennis shoes. He'd been overdue for a hair cut and tended to push his hair back, rebellious though it often was against even this. He kept himself looking decent, but never made much of an effort beyond that, nor saw much need (formal occasions aside).

Appearance, Part Deux: Traces of the above have carried over, but... it factors in less than Devon would like. He now looks like a donkey in blue jeans who's learned to walk upright. Walking on four legs would be more natural and comfortable to his new physiology -- going bipedal remains a minor balancing act, and it doesn't take much to tip him forward. But his psychology is another matter: much as he's warmed a bit to moving around on all-fours, walking on two legs remains his top choice.

His fur markings are about as close to "donkey classic" as one is likely to get: light gray fur over most of him (a common shade in his old choice of shirts, he's noted), smoothly bleeding to white in socks around each hoof, the end of his muzzle, small circles around his eyes, and coating the undersides of his stomach, chest, and neck. His mane and the tuft of fur at the end of his tail buck the monochromatic trend. They match the shade of his human hair, and share some of its texture: the tail tuft is roughly fifty-fifty between human and animal hair, while his mane starts nearer the human end of the spectrum near the top of his head, gradually becoming more of a donkey mane as it goes between his long ears and down the length of his neck. There are some more subtle distinctions from a typical donkey, including a somewhat shorter muzzle, more human eyes (still gray), and a more expressive face by human standards. Thanks to The Fairest's blessing, he always looks better groomed than he likely should, fur less scruffy and coarse than one might assume of a donkey. Devon's new form is actually quite good-looking. As donkey-people go.

The pants are about as far as clothing goes with Devon. A shirt wouldn't be comfy and the tennis shoes would be pointless on his hooves. Relevant: he recoils from the idea of having them shod. That said, he is willing to be quite stubborn about keeping those pants. Aside from a comforting reminder of his humanity and his modesty, they were a gift from one who became something of a foster mother to him. Of course, the value isn't strictly sentimental: the things are just plain practical. They breathe well, they repel dirt and water, they resist wear and tear, they have a hole for his tail, they fit perfectly with room for adjustment and freedom of movement, and they may well have other properties he's not even discovered. Most important of all, its every clasp and seal was designed with his new body in mind, easy to remove, don, and otherwise adjust. It's hard to imagine a pair of pants that could suit him better.

Visual Aids: Plentiful Gratitude:
(Thanks to Thechemist57for letting me put up the reference!)
(Thanks to Gaeva for including him in the banner a ways back, and for the Easter contest art!)
(Thanks to Tonic/Indu for the impromptu imagery!)
- (Related: Thanks as well for the sketchy rendition of aforementioned foster mom's attempts to set him up with a human-turned-pony-centaur)
Wow, I had not realized I'd had so many until I went scrounging for them. XD Many sincere and heartfelt thanks to all of you who volunteered such art! I'm blown away whenever it's happened. If I missed anyone's, I'm very sorry for the forgetfulness, so please give me a jostle!

Personality: A kind and caring person, Devon tries to think the best of everyone he meets. Still, he's been taken advantage of for this trusting nature in the past, which has taught him some degree of caution. Just not very much. He's a friendly guy with a fondness for comedy, and enjoys making others laugh as much as he enjoys laughing himself. He appreciates it for its own sake, as well as smoothing over the rough times. He finds it particularly helpful as a way to cheer up, which he needs sometimes; he's an introspective sort, and can take a turn for the moody. This sometimes manifests in a bitter and sarcastic streak, particularly when he's frustrated, and especially when frustrated with himself.

Yes, Devon doesn't have the highest opinion of himself; he sometimes wonders if he wound up an ass because of the sort of person he is. Needless to say, he doesn't think much of his new species and can be very sensitive about it. Disparaging attributions can sting especially hard when coming from those he trusts or cares about. That said, paradoxically, if such remarks are made by one close to him with care and sensitivity, he can find them a comfort, as though it isn't such a big deal after all. In fact, particularly when not feeling too much self-pity, he may even use them himself from time to time -- and not even in bitterness. Still, reminders of things he's lost may make him a bit somber. But no matter how much one may be tempted, likening him to Eeyore is ill-advised.

Devon isn't much on taking initiative, particularly for his own benefit. He does enjoy helping others, though. He can sometimes come off as a bit skittish and indecisive, as he likes to have time to think something through. Even if this sometimes leads him to never deciding on any action at all. Perhaps related to this, he has, let's say, a healthy respect for his own mortality, and pride will not keep him from running if he thinks it's best. That said, he's not a complete coward or a pushover: he's unlikely to abandon someone, and has even been known to do stupid things if someone seems to be in trouble. Indeed, he can be as stubborn as he looks when he has reason to care about something or someone.

Traits: Devon's form is a donkey's, for good and for ill. He has great strength for a creature his size, though hooves instead of hands set some limits on what he can do with it. He likewise has great endurance and balance, and a body well-suited to surviving rugged terrain, mountain and desert both. To the surprise of none, he can also throw a pretty mean kick. Some fey magic also seems to amplify his strengths beyond an ordinary donkey's when doing things for which donkeys are known. His strength and endurance become exceptional when, for instance, hauling heavy burdens -- though there's a lot of reluctance, there. He can even run at a good pace on four legs. Still, much as he's able to walk upright so long as he keeps his balance, he isn't at all swift when on two-legs; even when on all-fours, he has endurance, but not a body built for prolonged sprinting, so he can tire quick enough if he doesn't pace himself. Further, the Fairest's blessing can't fully compensate for how his shape is somewhat awkward, particularly for one so unused to it. His ears are incredibly keen, and he's been amazed at how well the goofy-looking things have helped him hear something coming or pinpoint something's origin. Though they certainly make loud noises quite painful. Last and most dubious of all, he can perfectly replicate a donkey's full array of sounds. Whether he wants to or not, it seems: his speech has many times turned into an animal's bray mid-word. It's like a bottomless fountain of embarrassment for him.

On a more personal level, Devon is fairly bright. Not exactly a genius, but clever enough, particularly if trying to outwit one who expects a donkey to be stupid. Likewise, his knowledge is mostly of a world no longer relevant to his new context. This includes what little understanding he had and people he knew from before he found himself in this new forest. He was and is a big fan of fantasy, which gives him some knowledge base and expectation for some of the strange things he runs into. Of course, not everything will conform to this, and he knows it, so this can both lead him astray and keep him less from committing less than perhaps he should. It may also mean he gets starstruck in the face of something or someone that is just so cool. He has several years of experience training in the martial arts, though even if he hadn't been a year or two out of shape, this wouldn't do him much better in his wildly different body. He's tried to adapt some of the principles, and it's certainly helped, but it's a long road ahead. He's not sure his new shape is ever going to be any sort of great fighter.

He's picked up quite a few strange tricks and benefits from his fey side. Most of this is a strange assortment to be covered later. Most obvious, however, is a small blessing of grace: not to put too fine a point on it, the touch of The Fairest made him purdy. Like, objectively good-looking. It is in her magic's nature to create aesthetic beauty in an entirely incidental fashion, and Devon's form is no exception. He generally comes across as more "cute" than "handsome," though beauty is of course in the eye of the beholder. This superficial enhancement extends beyond the visual: it smooths over his voice, his movements, even his smell, lending Devon a little extra grace and appeal he wouldn't otherwise have. It will help in a pinch, but he can't coast on it. At the end of the day, an ass is still an ass.

The fey are known for their grace and beauty, but also for some unusual frailties. Devon is no exception. For one, Devon is unable to speak of The Fairest or her prison, when not speaking directly to her, and all such attempts will find him braying. His reaction to iron is even more extreme. He can feel when a bit of it is near, as an uncomfortable, almost itchy feeling. Physical contact is excruciatingly painful and cancels all faerie magic upon him, even returning him to his human form for the duration. Once contact breaks, however, the curse comes back with a vengeance, often reducing him to an ordinary donkey in all but mind. The longer the iron made contact, the longer it takes before he returns to normal.

Faerie magic of The Fairest's sort is the stuff of stories, and in more ways than one. Through resonance with stories, fables, and symbolism, such fey creatures gain unusual muscles to flex. Devon inherited some of this from the force that reshaped him, and it grants him some interesting capabilities. Still, while gaining some magic is welcome -- and has a certain wish fulfillment to it, he can't deny -- he's not exactly thrilled with most. Most spring from the seed of his asinine nature, after all. As eating a head of cabbage transformed him opened his heart to this magic, several abilities share a strong association with the fairy tale, Donkey Cabbages. Still, there are plenty of more general capabilities. What's more, his headlong rushes into things may have begun opening doors to him with a more... heroic aspect.

Wind Warp: Most directly from that story is this neat trick, emulating the wishing cloak. Devon may travel to a location he can see or which he has within a few seconds' memory. With a few seconds to focus, no stress, and a clear view, he can arrive just where he wishes. Losing each of those will worsen his aim. A swirling breeze (mostly a special effect) kicks up at both the points of his departure and his arrival, before he vanishes from one to reappear at the other. Once acquainted with this tell, an attentive opponent can catch wise to Devon's movements. Its utility is obvious, though the sudden shift of perspective can disorient the traveler. It only gets worse as he tries to go farther or travel multiple times in short order. He can generally manage about 30 feet before he'll need a few seconds to recover. Longer if making several "hops." He can also transport a few other creatures and things on such jaunts (including any loads he may be carrying), leaving behind any he doesn't wish to carry. Each addition increases the resulting dizziness, and passengers arrive just as out of it as Devon.

On one particularly tense and dramatic occasion, Devon managed a much more powerful version of this magic. The gusts reached windstorm levels and he conveyed himself and his two young companions to a place he could neither see nor had reason to suspect existed. The particulars of this incident are still a mystery to him. The air had been filled with a strange energy at the time, and that no doubt played a role. Whether something similar will arise again remains to be seen.

Pillow's Gold: When he awakens everyday, Devon will find a small piece of gold beneath his pillow. The wording matters, however: no pillow, no gold. For this reason, he knows nothing of this blessing. Which is just as well: there's only so much money one can carry in jeans pockets. Saddlebags would hold more, but, well... Yeah...

Stubborn (as a Mule) : Donkeys and mules have strong instincts for self-preservation, earning them a legendary (if unfair) reputation for stubbornness. Devon can channel this symbolism, if he really digs in his heels. Good luck budging him if he does: with at least one hoof on something sturdy his mind set, he is supernaturally hard to move. He can even keep from falling down a mountain, if he can plant his hooves and focus himself. The Fairest has said even planting a hoof may be a crutch: in principle, he could stop himself in mid-air by sheer stubborn willpower alone. He's short on confidence and in no rush to test that. Nor can coercion do much to make him, even the magical sort: while not strictly immune to mind control, he's naturally resistant, and it's all the stronger when his focus is deliberate.

Heroic Armaments: Drawing on his hero complex, Devon can conjure some tools to suit a hero. These take the form of a sword (can't use), a shield (can't use), and a saddle (doesn't want to use). Well. Suit a hero's steed, at least. The saddle can also include a form of leather armor, not unlike barding, which can be useful to him (the saddle is frustratingly non-negotiable). All together, it completes a look a narrator once ascribed to him: a donkeyknight in saddled armor. Another saddle-linked option includes saddlebags. Perhaps to make the saddle by itself seem attractive. Any contents spill out when dismissed. In any case, Devon can outfit himself or someone nearby with any or all of these, though only one instance of any at a time (e.g. one sword for a friend, one suit of saddled armor for himself, but not a set of armor each). Each is of high quality, perfectly weighted, sized, and shaped for its recipient and comes with any straps, sheath, or the like to secure it comfortably. The items can be called and dismissed at will, and mend themselves while dismissed (being outright broken demands three days, though anything less takes no more than one). Devon is familiar with how to use this ability.

Voice of Bremen: Donkeys are not known for pleasant voices, so Devon should count himself lucky he wrangled a knack for song out of his curse. Granted, the braying still cuts into his singing, but at all other times the quality of his performance is exceptional, from pitch to tone to tempo to recall. Any equine, canine, feline, avian, or creature with such traits near him picks up the same sort of vocal aptitude. What's more, those benefiting from this magic (including Devon) can harmonize together perfectly on a song, with timing and pitch as though they had practiced together all their lives. There is no compulsion to join in, but all affected pick up an intuitive understanding: they have only to act in line. Of course, "the same sort of vocal aptitude" carries an appropriate form of Devon's speech impediment: an impromptu concert may degenerate into a barnyard chorus of brays, barks, yowls, and squawks. That's likely still music to someone's ears, at least? And it doesn't seem to carry over to those creatures when not singing.* Likewise, if individual singers or a group actually practice a song together, the incidence seems to fall off a bit.

* Though it certainly can: if you, the player, think it would be fun/interesting/amusing/whatever for your affected character to slip in inadvertent animal sounds when talking near Devon, you are welcome to use this as an excuse.

Cabbage: This is something of a cruel joke. Devon transformed into his present state from eating a bit of cursed cabbage, and can now call heads of cabbage to him, as a sort of emergency food supply. He can call two in a day. However, they come in 'good' and 'bad' varieties, and sampling is the only way to tell them apart. The 'good' is as filling as a square meal for someone of Devon's size and delicious enough that it can be hard to stop eating. The 'bad' is that, too, in addition to transforming the one who eats it (further) into a donkey. The degree of change and duration can vary wildly: someone may change completely (including an inability to speak, use any magic, etc.) for a day after nibbling a leaf and another may simply get pointed ears for an hour after eating it all,* though it seldom lasts longer than one day. Fortunately, someone changed by the 'bad' cabbage can change back completely or in part* by eating of the 'good' cabbage. Devon can't become human this way: his cursed form is his normal form, at least where the magic veggies are concerned. He also doesn't know he can do this yet, though wishing to feed himself or another may activate it reflexively.

* Naturally, this is entirely in the hands of the character's player.

Family: Devon's family is in his home world. However, much like his last name, he hasn't been able to remember much about them since he left. He vaguely recalls his father, mother, and little brother, but nothing distinct. It's the same with his friends, too. He misses them all when he thinks of home, but... It does him no good, so he tries his best to avoid it.

The Fae maiden who cursed Devon almost acts like a big sister or mentor sometimes, but she usually treats him like a pet. It's not much, and it's embarrassing, and he resents her in general. But it could be worse, he supposes.

There were some Devon had grown close to in the old world, regarding as friends. None closer than Thoee and Deen. They showed him great kindness soon after his change, when he really needed it. He felt comfortable trusting them with his little secret, and had a number of good times with them. He's sure they knew they meant a lot to him, but he never said they felt like family. He was convinced this would burden them, hardly a fair repayment. It tears him up inside, now, in this new world where they may see him as a stranger. If they exist at all.

Known History: Yet to come!

How did your character find these lands?: Devon could do with an answer to that question, himself. His first visit to Deep Forest came after one moment in his college dorm, and the next in the wastes beyond the tree line. After some time there, as things took a turn for the particularly insane, he now finds himself back in the wastes beyond a slightly different tree line. And everything old feels varying shades of new again.

Anything Else We Need to Know?: Sweet Georgia Brown, did this really take a month and a half? o_o Oye. Uh, anyway! Giving this a shot.

First RP in these lands:
Devon groaned. He was on his back with his eyes closed, shut tight against something bright. He wished that something would go away. 'Sleeeeep...' Not that he found wherever he was to be very comfortable, now that he thought about it. While it had a certain pleasant heat, it was hard and uneven. 'This is the worst bed I've ever... Is there even a pillow...?' It began to stir in him that these were not sensible expectations. Still, they struck him on some level as though they should be sensible. He decided to blame the throbbing in his head. And the soreness in his... everywhere. He decided to blame that for taking so long to realize his "something bright" was, well, the sun.

Regardless, headache and aching body or no, Devon felt he should survey his surroundings. If only to find a better place to lie down. So, with another groan, he pulled himself up to a sit. He felt strange, even beyond the general soreness. 'Blah...' His hands felt oddly stiff, too, but that was a minor concern. Even if they'd fallen asleep, they'd still serve well enough to block out the sunlight. He proved it, setting one right above his eyes. 'Okay... What have we got here...?' He squinted out. And saw that what he had was a sunny, dusty, rocky plain. Also a hoof.

One of these got more attention than the other. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Devon's scream rang throughout the wastelands in which he found himself, and likely beyond. Donkeys had some lung capacity, after all. Also catching his eye was the white fur where he had expected to see a naked human wrist. Heart racing, he followed it as it turned to gray down his arm/foreleg. In short order, he noticed quite a few other things: the twin of his first hooved forelimb, his longer and fuzzier face, his much longer ears pressed flat against his strange new skull, the legs under his blue jeans as inhuman as his arms with single-toed hooves of their own, and that jostling said legs the wrong way tugged on the tail he hadn't known about. Exploring himself and finding his body in such a state left him a bit of a panicked wreck. Though... it also left the strangest sense of deja vu.

"I! What! How could? Why!?" Stammering helped a great deal: when one suddenly wakes up in some sort of animal body, hearing that one can still talk is of great relief. Even if that discovery also carries a note of deja vu. Much like waking up in the wastelands, actually... 'I... Have I...? ... I have been here before.' Memory rushed back to him. Sort of. It was an odd feeling, almost like a dream he'd just been having or a story he'd just read. But he was convinced of this accuracy. Even if he was unsure he was remembering it all perfectly clearly. 'Lying out here... The Fairest... That stupid cabbage... And... And I've been this way a little while... haven't I...? ... And... And I was a lion for bit, I guess?' He paused to look at his hooves again. No wonder part of him had almost expected to see paws. 'And then the... the giant mountainous frogs and reality melting and...

'Wait, that's it!' The donkey's ears perked up high. The unfamiliar-yet-familiar sensation distracted Devon a moment before he tore himself back to his thoughts. 'Uhh, that's it. All that reality melting that was going on...' True, having gone from the River, to the Forest, to the Mountain, to the Swamp, and now to the Wastes, he'd had a busy day of bouncing around. It had also been responsible for his short stint of lionhood. It would seem easy to pin the tail on it for his being a donkey again, as well as the muddled memories. Still, even as he thought this, he had some doubts. 'Something about a dream... I think...' He had the strangest sense that old issue was resolved. Or at least beyond a means of impacting him. All of this now... It felt different. Somehow. He couldn't put his finger on the reason. Thinking of that expression, he spared his hooves a wistful glance.

"Argh," Devon sighed, shaking his head. "This is getting me nowhere..." It was a strange and stressful situation. His body might have been comfortable in that desert environment, but he knew his mind wasn't. He needed to get somewhere a bit more inviting. Things might make more sense after a rest, too: the distractions of his shape and his situation had kept him from noticing his headache and sore muscles, but they'd merely faded into the background. They'd be back with a vengeance. So, awkwardly and with some twinges, the donkey boy groaned and pulled himself to his feet. His two feet, mind: tired as he was, part of him knew four-legging it would have been best, but he found himself very reluctant to walk like an animal. He heard a few pops from his back and then a few more from his neck as he stretched it. "Ahh..." He began to look around for greenery. 'Okay. You're in the Wastes. You can't miss The Forest from here, so just... Ah! Good. I'll just... go...'

Indeed, Devon couldn't miss it. Within seconds he spied The Forest a ways off from him. Well. A forest, anyway. '... Uhh... What.' It looked different than he'd expected, even if the 'how' escaped him. There was a mighty sand dune in front of him, but a few things were evident. Sure, the titanic trees he remembered were still present, but they didn't start where the sands ended. They seemed much further off, with a noticeably more... normal forest in their path. With another unfamiliar forest of pine trees far off to his left. The donkey stared a good long while, feeling his ears droop. He tried to lighten the mood by joking with himself. "... Well. Guess I'm not in Kansas anymore. ... Again..." 'Tried' was the operative word. His ears dipped lower.

Sighing and head spinning, Devon trudged off toward the dune in front of him. He idly wiped some sand out of the fur on his back with his hooves. 'Just... find somewhere to rest for now. I can make sense of this. I can. I hope... Heh. Hey, I always meet people out here. Maybe I'll run into someone with a clue...?'
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Flying high above the grassy hills for some serious flying acrobatics to keep her flight muscles in great shape Gaeva was completely oblivious of everything going on beneath her. She'd spotted a couple of dots far below that most likely belonged to some herbivore, but hadn't gone to anymore trouble to learn what was going on as she didn't particularly care. Today was going to be a Sky Day she had decided, meaning that she was going to spend the whole of it up in the air. Much as she enjoyed flying, she was capable of getting lazy and not getting in enough exercise to stay in shape. She'd used to win races of the wing many times in her herd, it wouldn't do to slack of now that she was getting a little older!

Around noon she decided to change locations, as her wandering mind had concluded that as she was going to stay up in the air anyway, it would be perfectly safe to go towards the mist and maybe do some scouting. She was in a good mood after all, and maybe she'd come across a poor lost soul in there. It happened.

Satisfied with this decision the mare did a couple of barrel rolls before adjusting her course to fly towards her intended destination, but only managed a few wing beats before a sudden harsh shout made her stock in her figurative tracks. Surprised at the intrusion of the normal peaceful silence Gaeva finally directed her attention downwards towards the ground. Sharp as her eyes were, there was too much ground to cover to find the source of the scream. For a moment she was undecided as to what to do next. Go on as intended, or try and find the one who had shouted and make sure he or she was not under attack? The first would be preferable, but would make her wonder all day long about what ifs. Besides, somebody might actually be in trouble. With a sigh she angled her wings to take her down for a better look.

It had been hard to pinpoint the location of the shout, but she had at the very least been able to cross off certain directions. It had come from outside of the forests, of that at least she was sure. Flying direction above the grasslands gave her a perfect view of the grassy grounds, and while she spotted a handful of individuals down there, none seemed to match the sound she had heard, or behave in any way like they needed assistance. It occurred to her it must have come from downwinds to carry the sound to her so high above. With this clue in place Gaeva added some speed to her flight and flew towards the dryer areas beyond the grasslands, though staying close to the forest as she had no wish to stray too far. It appeared to be the right move to make as she soon spotted a figure on the ground, a grey one in clothing.

Adding a little more speed she spiraled down quickly, while mentally confirming that the sound she had heard could indeed be easily matched to a creature such as the one below. He looked like a donkey. Sort of. A donkey on his hind legs wearing pants? By the time she hit the ground hard, kicking up dust while doing so, Gaeva was wearing a disapproving frown on her face as she stared at him. What a disgraceful figure he made!

Managing not to huff disdainfully while turning to fully face him Gaeva pulled in her wings to fold them to her sides. She considered making a sarcastic comment about his attire, but held back at the last moment. No reason to be rude. Instead she just asked the question that had made her come down from the sky in the first place, "I heard a shout, are you in trouble?" He didn't look like it. In fact, Gaeva's mood soured even more as she realized she might had interrupted her Sky Day for absolutely nothing for an absolute stranger. Her eyes narrowed accusingly.
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Re: Devon

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((OOC: Ahoy, Gaeva! Thanks for hopping in. :p Been a long while since we've RPed, and I'm looking forward to it))

Devon had paused a moment on reaching the top of the dune. 'Hunh. And a new field, too...' Still, much as he hoped for more of the familiar to offset all the strange and new, this wasn't an unpleasant sight. 'I'll take a lush green plain over more of Death Valley Jr., that's for sure.' Indeed, he even spied a few figures out there, which perked the donkey up a bit. He clomped his way down the dune and toward the grasslands, careful not to slip or slide. There was still a bit of wasteland to go, but he felt it wouldn't take long to find a friendly face.

Which he did. Other than the "friendly" part. Devon paused just beyond the dune as his long ears jumped and twitched. 'Hey, chill out! What's the deal?' The things hadn't stopped feeling so alien. 'Argh... Okay! Enough! You've done this before. Just... relax. Let them go. Focus.' With a breath for his nerves, the former human let his ears tell him what they had to tell. He turned just in time to see the large lavender unicorn come in for a landing.

Devon squinted against the dust her landing kicked up. His ears stood perked and alert, flicking briefly at the not-so-soft impact of her hooves. The donkey-boy stared. Aside simple surprise, there was a certain sense of wonder that a mythical creature had just alighted before him and spoken to him. And a certain sense that this shouldn't be a shocker as he'd, well, seen that and stranger. Still, the former won out, and gawk at her he did. Though a growing sense of puzzlement tilted his head slightly to one side. 'Something feels... familiar... Do I know--?' The former human shook his head, ears flapping about. 'Ugh, get it together! This isn't hard. She came offering to help. She deserves an answer, not mindless gaping! And hurry up. Looks like she's having a bad day.'

So Devon opened his mouth. And longtime readers will not be surprised to learn his voice came out as the coarse bray of a donkey. 'Oh, you have got to be kidding!' The former human blushed right through his face fuzz. He coughed a good deal, gently smacking his chest with a hoof, as though to dislodge something. "I can talk!" Relief at that successful assertion carried off the understandable panic. Setting the stage for simple embarrassment. "Er. And sorry! For the staring! A-And that... that noise... That just... Eheh, you know." He absently reached back and began rubbing the side of his mane. "Never a good first impression and... Uh..." The lavender stranger got an education in just how low a donkey's ears could droop as this carried on. And how red one's face could get.

Devon finally got a hold of himself long enough to clonk a hoof into the bridge of his muzzle -- a facehoof, if you will -- and take a deep breath. "Right. Trouble." He smiled up to her in a friendly manner, equine gaps showing. "Thank you. It's really nice of you. It's... I'm not in danger, but I could use a hand-- hoof! Use a hoof. Horn?" More violent head-shaking. "Anyway! I..." The smile faded a bit. The donkey managed to hold off on a meltdown, but opening up about his stress brought it back to weigh on him a bit. Particularly as he didn't find dumping the whole story to be prudent right away. "I'm... just afraid I'm lost, right now. I woke up a few minutes ago back there--" he gestured behind him with a hoof, "-- and everything else before that is a bit... fuzzy."

The former human sighed. "So... Any help on where this is would be great. Or... Or maybe if anything weird's happened lately?" His voice carried a faint hope. And then the donkey's stomach decided to voice its own concerns. Audibly. Devon's blush and bashful smile returned, ears dipping. "Aaaaand I guess I'm starving. A little. EhehEE-HAWW..." Cough. "So, uh. Anything tasty around here...?" Evidently, he did not register the enormous field of grass not far ahead. He was going to feel quite special when he did.
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Re: Devon

Post by Gaeva Winged Unicorn » Mon Dec 08, 2014 7:23 pm

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So sorry I missed this for so long!

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The staring did nothing, Gaeva just stared right back, though maybe glare would be the better word to describe it as her eyes narrowed just a tiny bit more as the silence stretched. Was the donkey stupid? Maybe shocked into guilt? Or was he just trying to come up with something to waste even more of her time? In the back of her mind she noted she actually got some weird satisfaction from staring down at his face, a strange superiority kick she wasn't familiar with.

Then he brayed, and it all came crumbling down with a crash. What was wrong with her?! This poor soul wasn't trying to make her life harder by existing, and she'd chosen to come down here to check he was ok. Her eyes widened as her stare because one of surprise, quickly followed by confusion. He couldn't even talk like a sentient creature. Pushing all her accusing thoughts and haughty feelings aside as quick as she could she tried to reassess the situation, trying not to become offended by those pants once more. Nor of him standing upright when he had four perfectly good hooves to use.

Oh, he could talk after all? Had she had eyebrows this would have been the time to lift one as the donkey continued. he was a strange one alright. And why was he rubbing his mane like that? Was he itchy? Fleas entered her mind and Gaeva resisted the urge to take a few steps back. No, stop. Stop judging him. He already made a sorry sight, no need to make him feel worse.

Her head moved to look in the direction he had pointed. Just woke up there but has no idea where he is? That did not sound good. Moving her head a little lower she silently took a couple of sniffs. She knew the two leggers liked those foul smelling drinks that affected their minds, it sometimes left their memories with holes after waking as well. This donkey seemed quite intent on imitating them, so maybe...? But no, she smelled nothing of the kind on his breath. So much for that theory. Then his stomach rumbled and her sympathy for him increased.

"Nothing weird has happened here lately. Or if it did, it wasn't weird enough to reach me anyway," she started off with. It seemed like the easiest question to get out of the way first.

"As for food...eh..." she twitched an ear and looked over her shoulder towards the increasingly greener ground in the not too far distance. Greener hills could be seen beyond before the forest cut the rest of them off from their view. "Well, there's plenty." She could help it, she glanced at his pants, his front hooves dangling off the ground. Would he object to simple grass? She quickly stomped off a rising anger at his possible objection. No, no, if he prefers to pretend to be a two legger and eat whatever they ate, then she wouldn't judge. Actually, yes she would, hard, but in silence.

"And you're...here." How in the world was she supposed to describe the place if he didn't know how he got here? "Near the big mist that never goes away." Best she could offer without knowing more. She needed more. "What is the last thing you remember?"
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Re: Devon

Post by Gaius » Mon Dec 22, 2014 7:53 am

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As Devon spoke, he idly noted the wide array of expressions flickering across the purple unicorn's face. Simple cause and effect, of course: his speech -- including the lack and, er, failure thereof -- had been all over the place. It was small wonder that her reactions followed suit. Of course, he was too scatter-brained to properly read these cues. Not least owing to the still unfamiliar equine facial expressions, despite his change in species. This also led him to miss her glances at his pants. Still, he understood that she had progressed from "annoyed" to "confused," so that was progress. 'Okay, calm down, man. Just... try to rein it in a little. ...' Before Devon had time to get irked at his brain for that pun, she found her first answer.

"Ahh... I see," he said, ears dipping a touch. 'Well, so much for that.' He knew neither what he'd expected to hear nor what to say. He supposed he'd hoped that whatever had brought him here had left a large, easily-to-track impact took a hit. As she said, if may simply have not reached her, but the donkey wasn't feeling especially optimistic.

Still, talk of food perked him up. "Ah, wonderful," Devon said sharing a grateful smile. His eyes followed the direction she pointed. "What sort of food? Apples, or..." He noticed her gesture was less toward the forest and more toward the plains that preceded it. The donkey stared as he slid the puzzle pieces into place. "... Oh! That... sure is a giant field of grass, there. That works. Excuse me a moment." The former human gave himself another of those facehoofs, forelimb producing a solid clonk against his skull. His tail thrashed in annoyance at himself. "I, uh... Thanks for humoring me, there." Devon flashed her a sheepish grin, muzzle gaining a bit of pink. "Just, well... a bit out of sorts today. Eheh. I prAWWmise I'm not actually as dumb as I look." He closed out that bit of self-deprecation with a chuckle. And maybe a hint of pleading...?

"Right! Here," Devon said, eager for another topic. And something new to confuse him. "Big mist that never...?" he repeated, tilting his head to one side. "That... does sound unusual," Devon said, mildly, but plainly at a struggle with himself. He wanted to stick to the track he was on, of course, but his curiosity was nearly as hungry as he was. And that was a very tasty carrot she'd pointed out, just off the path.

Before the former human could get his thoughts together, the unicorn had another question for him. He nodded. "Good thinking. Okay, let's see..." Devon tilted his head down in thought, bringing the underside of a forehoof under his chin. He took a breath and tried to clear his thoughts. To be interrupted by his stomach again. With a braying sigh, his eyes locked on the field. He nearly licked his chops. "... Sorry, but, er... Would you mind if we took this over there?" The donkey gestured toward the greenery with a hoof and flashed the winged unicorn a helpless smile. "I don't know how much sense I'll make on a full stomach, much less an empty one."
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Re: Devon

Post by Lanadyr » Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:24 pm

Quartz was airborne, taking a long, scenic route back to The Filter. She had just finished her latest excavations at the mysterious site in the Grassy Hills (which might have been considered her mysterious site, as no one else in the forest seemed to take any interest in it), and, newly covered in a thin layer of dirt that she knew her long route home would at least partially blow away, she was happily cradling a small sack full of various non-functional mechanical treasures in her four arms.

As Quartz flew, her meandering route took her near the border of the forest, and it was here that she saw two figures in the wastes beyond, far enough away that she couldn’t tell who they were until she trained her mechanized glove and its targeting array in their direction. After she did this, she recognized Gaeva, but she did not recognize the anthropomorphic, pants-wearing donkey. Given what she knew about the forest, though, it was probable that the latter was a new arrival of some kind. Partly as a consequence of the fleukondthim's natural and overriding curiosity, and partly out of a desire to get this new donkey-person within the boundaries of the forest quickly without subjecting Gaeva to the possible indignity of offering said donkey-person a ride on her back, Quartz gracefully altered her course to make her way into the Wastelands. As she flew, she manually sifted her outer layers of sand to freshen her appearance in an accelerated fashion, and though this almost returned her appearance to normal, her normally white dress remained decidedly off-white thanks to the dirt that remained.

In a fortuitous bit of timing, the sand-woman quietly and gently landed close to Gaeva and the stranger just as said stranger made mention of his desire to enter the forest to eat something. Quartz responded by shifting the sack within her arms to be held within a single hand at her side, folding her butterfly wings back to minimize their profile, and bowing respectfully, first to Gaeva, and then to the stranger.

After this, the sand-woman used her mechanized glove's speakers to address the unicorn. "Hello, Gaeva. I seem to have arrived just in time. I'm willing to fly our new friend into the forest so that neither of you will have to walk the entire distance." She then turned to the stranger. "If, of course, you are willing to be carried by me and don't mind a little dirt from my dress. My name is Quartz. May I ask yours?"
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Re: Devon

Post by Gaius » Sat Jan 17, 2015 11:57 pm

((Lanadyr, thank you for volunteering one of your characters for the thread. ^_^ Keeping things moving is very welcome.
Gaeva, thank you for the RP so far. ^_^ If you're able to return soon, you'd be more than welcome to bring your character back into the mix.))

As Devon spoke, his eyes and ears caught something in the sky. He finally made it out just as it came in for a landing. And tried rubbing at his eyes a moment. '... I've gotta be hungrier and loopier than I thought...' How else was he to explain the giant sandy butterfly? Sorry, giant sandy butterfly with mechanical gloves and scary-looking crossbow. The donkey took a step back. He found his hind legs reflexively adopting a defensive stance -- or as near to one as they could. 'Well, that's something.' He relaxed as the creature('s gloves) spoke. The stranger seemed no stranger to Gaeva, which helped, and spoke with gentle tones, which helped all the more. If he was to chat with a vaguely terrifying figment of his imagination, at least it was polite and seemed beneficent.

"... Ahh," Devon said, staring more than he'd like. He tried to slow his heart rate and get a grip. 'What is wrong with me today? This isn't even one of the strangest-looking people I've ev-- Okay, she may be in the top 5, but that is not a big deal! Be better than this!' He gave his head a shake and put on a smile. "Um, thank you. That's a very kind offer. I, uh, may have to turn you down, though. N-Not because of the dirt," the donkey held up a fore-hoof at this last bit, as though to halt an expected response. "I mean, uh... Even if it bothered me, I just got up from a nap out here. I'll probably be shaking sand out of my... my fur for days." Running a hoof along part of his back, he sent up a small puff of sand in illustration. He hoped it also helped cover up how unfamiliar the words 'my fur' must have sounded. "It's more that, well... I just got up from a nap out here." The former human tilted his neck with an audible crack and rotated his shoulders a moment. "It's got me feeling sore AWWll over." He coughed at the noise and gave a quick, "Sorry."

"So, uh... I'm fine just... y'know, hoofing it for now." Devon might also have had some misgivings about being carried by someone he'd just met at so great a distance above the ground. If so, he kept them to himself. "I mean, I'm really hungry, and the forest looks like a bit of a trek," he added, legitimately seeming to waffle for a moment, "but that field doesn't look far." He waved a politely dismissive hoof. "No reason to let me be a burden," said the beast of burden. "I wouldn't say 'no,' to more company, though. W-Which is not to keep you from whatever you were doing." He turned to the unicorn he realized he'd been sort of ignoring. "Uh, that goes for you, too." He smiled; the giant butterfly's initial words had suggested that she might be a very busy equine. "Thanks again for helping me find my bearings a little, and--"

Devon grimaced as his stomach reiterated its demands, as though in a hostage situation. "Urgh, sorry," he added, ears dipping low, "really need to eat something. I'll, uh, just... I'll be fine on my own, so don't worry about coming along, either of you, much as you're welcome." The donkey gave a polite nod to each of the much larger ladies and started at a walk toward the field. "Thank you agai-- Oh!" Up jumped those ears of his, as he paused a moment. "Right, never gave my name. I'm Devon. Pleasure meeting you, Gaeva," he said with a wave, "and... uh..." Devon trailed off, forgetting if the sand-coated individual had given her name. He'd have every intent of waiting for it, giving a polite response, and making tracks for a meal that was long overdo with none, either, or both coming along.
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Re: Devon

Post by Lanadyr » Wed Jan 21, 2015 3:47 am

"My name is Quartz." This statement was something of an oversimplification, as "Quartz" was only the name the fleukondthim used when conversing with creatures who primarily communicated verbally. The name she was given by her royal parents, her "real" name, was actually a series of complicated (though beautiful, at least to Quartz) overlapping gestures made with all four of her shapeshifting hands in concert. But the sand-woman had no intention of overcomplicating the matter in the mind of the obviously out-of-sorts stranger who didn't notice her name the first time that she had said it anyway. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Devon. And I would be honored to escort you to the forest and perhaps help you settle in, if you intend on staying." The sand-woman then took a maybe-last look at Gaeva and nodded in deference, genuinely hoping that the unicorn would join them, but understanding if there were other matters that needed her attentions.

Upon returning her own attentions to Devon, Quartz began to walk alongside him, her large stride easily keeping his pace, her sack of scavenged mechanical parts situated in one of the hands opposite the donkey-man. As they made their way to the forest, the sand-woman held one of her wings directly above the creature, tilting it at an angle that kept him completely in the shade. Although she didn't know if Devon was as overheated and dehydrated as he was hungry, she saw no reason to tax him further than was necessitated by his insistence that he make his way to the forest on foot.

Although it was entirely possible that Devon was the kind of person that had a strongly-developed sense of personal space, Quartz took a chance and reached down to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, if only for a moment, as he seemed rather in need of some friendly physical contact. Her glove's speakers came to life after this. "Devon, if you don't mind my asking, where are you from? This forest attracts all kinds of individuals with all kinds of interesting backgrounds, and I very much enjoy learning about them. I myself left my home world about a decade ago on a long journey that took me through countless dimensions. My former traveling companion and I could tell you quite a few stories over coffee at our shop near the Mists, if you were ever so inclined to pay us a visit." The fleukondthim then discretely noted Devon's pants, and their interesting hoof-friendly hardware, and decided to include an additional detail. "I also use the shop to make and repair mechanical devices, great and small, if it ever comes up."
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Re: Devon

Post by Gaius » Sun Feb 15, 2015 10:05 am

((Many apologies for the delay! ^_^o Man, I need to work on getting these shorter... Still, good to be back to it))

"Out-of-sorts" was putting it mildly; the first mention of Quartz's name had indeed gone in one of Devon's large ears and out the other. Having given his own, though, he was more primed to catch it on take 2. He paused for a moment after his first step or two, at the Fleukondthim's mention of his staying. The donkey felt a small knot in his stomach at the reminder; he'd come far from the place he knew and might never see again. Still, with a breath, he pushed through and kept his hooves moving. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Quartz. That... would be very gracious of you. I'm not sure how lAWWng I'll--" Cough. "Long I'll be here, but I could use some help getting sorted."

Once moving, Devon slipped into his thoughts; something about what he'd just heard raised a flag. 'Wait, Gaeva...? ... Have I heard that name before...? I'm sure I have, somewhere. I mean, not like it matters; could be the unicorn equivalent of "Valerie" for all I know. And... Why'd it get cool all of a sudden?' He glanced up to find an answer in Quartz's wing spread overhead. He was about to protest the need, but... Well, it really did feel nice not having the sun beat down so hard. He hadn't noticed how hot a day it was. This wouldn't normally have been an issue; had he pen, paper, and fingers, he could write a long, long list of complaints about his body,* but his comfort in hot, arid environments wouldn't be on it. Still, tired, hungry, thirsty, and sore as he was, every little bit took its toll. The donkey gave an appreciative smile up at her and then turned back to the lack of road ahead. 'It... would be nice not to be coddled. I mean, I'm not helpless. Just... Well, no harm, it's considerate. That's all. Just one person to another. Heh, it's not like she's reaching down to try to pet me or someth--'

This train of thought was derailed as she reached down to try to pet him or something. Devon's eyes widened as he started a bit, giving a brief, jerky spasm at her touch. "Er, sorry," he mumbled after, eyes cast on the ground as he picked up his pace, nearly stumbling in doing so. "Just... jumpy today." It had actually been pleasant, simply unexpected. Also unexpectedly intense; the sensation of a touch on his fur felt as though he'd never known the like before. Like with so many other humdrum things he'd found since waking. 'Gotta get to the bottom of that, too.' He tried defusing the awkwardness with a sheepish grin and some honesty in the form of sarcasm. "Heh, almost feels like it's my first day in my own skin."

As the strange pair continued on their way toward the green grass, Quartz made for nice -- and interesting -- conversation. His mind was a bit too addled to connect certain dots, but a few things struck a chord with him. In particular, Devon's ears perked up at the mention of stories about other dimensions. Despite his weariness, stress, and general confusion, the topic stirred a certain childlike interest in the former human. From her vantage point far above and alongside him, Quartz might have noticed his tail swishing a bit, never mind the expression on his face. "Wow, that sounds cool! I, uh... don't have much in the way of mechanical things, as you can imagine," he shrugged broadly, raising his forehooves as he went, and not evidently believing his pants fell under that header, "but that strikes me as a really interesting line of work. I'd be very inclined to pay a visit, thank you, at least for a story or two. Er, i-if it wouldn't be any trouble." Devon paused, head tilting slightly. "Wait... 'Also use,' you said. So it's not just mechanical work you and your companion do there...?"

"Ah! Right, sAWWrrHEE--" A short bit of coughing. "Wow, that one was bad. Sorry. You'd asked a question." The donkey's enthusiasm visibly gave way to his stressful feelings, ears dipping as he took a breath. "It's kind of trickier than it should be. It was a big forest called, um..." Devon always felt dumb saying this. "Well, everyone there just called it Deep Forest. Creative, I know." He gave a small smile, the sort reserved for old jokes that had never gotten a laugh, but had picked up a comforting familiarity. "There were all sorts of interesting people who'd come to live there -- kind of like this one, it sounds like. And... I guess I'd... kinda started to make a... a home of it, myself... Anyway!" he said, clearing his throat and trying to inject some cheer. "I can't actually tell you where it is, I'm afraid. I never really... found that out, to be honest."

Devon hesitated, unsure how much he wanted to go into things. Quartz seemed kind and trustworthy enough, even in just these few minutes, but his head was swimming too much to think things through. 'Just... get some food in you first. That'll help order your thoughts.' Happily, he at this point noticed that the clip-clop of his hooves on the ground had softened: they had reached the grassy stretch. The donkey took a deep breath and smiled a bit at the scent, in spite of that bizarre sense of the unfamiliar it carried. Devon glanced up apologetically at the Fleukondthim. "Uh, hope you don't mind if I lapse on the conversation for a bit." He swallowed a bit of saliva that had threatened to drip down his muzzle. "W-Would you be up for telling me where you come from? I mean, before you started criss-crossing the multiverse or... or whatever it's called. And... you mentioned a companion...?"

Regardless, the fae-touched one began considering his next challenge. He'd done at least a little grazing almost everyday since his transformation. Despite knowing this full well, when Devon looked at the grass, a certain part of him screamed in horror that he planned to eat some of it. Granted, that part of him had shared its misgivings all the time, but it had gradually slipped into a sort of resignation before. Now, it was like the former human's first time all over again, when he'd stared the grass down for most of an hour before working himself up to a bite. 'Ugh, really? This, too?' And this time he had an audience. An audience for whom he was trying to play things cool for the moment. Given the expression of distaste crossing his face, in spite of his hunger, she might have already concluded he was a pathetically picky eater. 'Goodie... Better get to it...'

First things first. Devon took a breath, and let himself fall forward onto all-fours. He tried not to look too tense for Quartz. But this proved tricky, what with the immediate stroke of panic that he was now standing on four legs like an animal and it felt waaaaay too creepily natural. 'Relax. Relax! This is fine! Also: not new! Sheesh, I'm glad Deen's not here to see this.' He thought of the Nism's lessons on the finer points of four-legging it. There were some comforting memories there with the guy, and the donkey felt his muscles go less rigid as he called them to mind.

With that settled (ish), he turned back to the grass. Devon at this point didn't even give trepidation time to take root: urged on by another rumble from his stomach, he simply dipped his head down to snatch up some grass. And, aside from the discomfort of having overshot it and bumped his chompers against the soil, that was that. He forced himself to chew the blades of grass he'd picked up, heart rate gradually falling off as the voice in his head that went, "AAAAAH WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!?" gradually gave way to the one that went, "This... isn't actually that bad...? Kinda tasty..." The donkey concluded his first bite with a relieved, "Ahh, there we go~" before proceeding ravenously with his second.

* Naturally, it would lead with, "I have no fingers."
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Re: Devon

Post by Lanadyr » Sun Feb 15, 2015 11:36 pm

Quartz did not eat, and she long ago realized that many sentient beings didn't particularly like being stared at, metaphorically or otherwise, as they did so. Therefore, as Devon first situated himself upon the ground, Quartz found a tree far enough away to allow him a bit of space and privacy, yet close enough to still allow her glove's speakers to remain audible to her one-person audience.

The sand-woman leaned with her winged back against the tree and pointed the front of her head into the sky as she remembered her past. "I would be very happy to tell you about where I came from, Devon. My home planet was a world that once served as the home of a species of incredibly advanced technology users who referred to themselves as technomancers. They abandoned their world once their technologies, and they themselves, reached a critical level of development, but the residual energies still suffusing the planet quickly gave rise to two new sentient species, of which one was my species, the fleukondthi. Knowing the dangers the technomancers' abandoned mechanical wonders posed to the rest of the polyverse, the two species devoted themselves to the defense of their ancient world against all invaders. Perhaps understandably, the culture that subsequently developed between the two species perceived technology as a dangerous force to be avoided and suppressed. However, I was not convinced of the validity of these concerns and explored the nuances of all of the technomantic artifacts that I could find, becoming something of an outcast amongst my own kind even as I became ever more knowledgable about our heritage."

Quartz glanced down at the bag of broken mechanical parts that she held, reaffirming to herself that she had essentially traded her royal birthright for the opportunity to explore the mysteries contained within such devices and almost-devices, and that she would make the same choice again in an instant if given the opportunity. She then looked back into the sky and continued. "Triage is, in her own way, an outcast as well, a supernaturally evil creature devoted to advancing the cause of good. When she arrived on my world, I found a kindred spirit, and the two of us abandoned our previous lives to explore the polyverse and right what wrongs we could find. After roughly a decade, only a few months ago, we found ourselves here, in a forest as nameless as the one from which you originate, and we decided to cease our travels and call this place our new home. After a short bit of time, the two of us constructed a small shop that both offers coffee to those that can consume it and repairs the mechanical devices of those that require as much." The fleukondthim thought to herself for a moment, then continued. "I sometimes wonder if calling it a 'shop' is entirely appropriate, as we do not exchange currency or anything else for our services, but the word accurately implies a great deal else about how our endeavor functions."

The sand-woman then looked down at Devon. "In case you are concerned about boredom setting in during your stay here, you should know that there are many other features of this forest besides trees, such as mysterious mountains, beautiful beaches, and supernatural mists. When you are finished, I could take you to see any of them by air, or I could simply tell you about them, if you would like to make your own way."
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Re: Devon

Post by Gaius » Mon Feb 23, 2015 8:21 am

Devon appreciated the relative privacy; even on his best day, he always felt a little embarrassed to be seen grazing like this. Quartz's distance took off some of that edge. Still embarrassing, true, but relieving those hunger pangs took priority, so he forged ahead with his biological lawnmower routine. Even as he went carving out a swath of grass, the donkey's ears stood perked and alert, twitching as he listened to the Fleukondthim's tale.

And quite a tale it was. As someone who tended a bit toward the passive, Devon had a certain admiration for those who struck out on their own like that. Likewise those who had done a good deal of travel and adventuring. That said, the idea of opening a coffee shop here tickled him enough that he almost chocked on a mouthful of grass. 'Ha! So, that's the other thing they do.' After a strained swallow and a few coughing chuckles -- a bray finding its way in there, somewhere -- Devon took it as a sign to come up for air. "Wow. I... Heh, a coffee shop is about the last thing I'd have expected to find out here." There was no keeping the amusement out of his voice, but he dearly hoped he didn't come off as disrespectful. "Definitely a great thing to have local. I'm not sure I can drink any, now, but--" His ears lurched back flat as though an invisible hand had yanked them, while his muzzle wore a briefly panicked expression to match. The donkey coughed a few times, and slipped a strained smile into place. "Er, sorry, but now that... I'm here, I could try some?" Devon hoped that was a decent save. He wasn't really in the mood to get into the whole "used to be human" thing. At least not right at the moment.

In any case, Quartz then began on some of the sights to be seen, hereabouts. The beaches and mists surprised him. Well, perhaps the mists shouldn't have; they'd been mentioned before, but still seemed odd to him. "Ahh. That's... quite a bit of variety, there. Wouldn't have guessed." He directed a smile toward his companion. "And you do a good job selling it! You could put that on a brochure." Still, minor joke aside, with all those differences, maybe this really wasn't the forest he'd known. Still, Devon lifted his head to look up at the mountains and gave it a hard look. There were always some cloud structures in the way, but the look was definitely familiar.

With a frown, the former human found he couldn't just write it off. Nor another question that had been burning at him. First, rising back up to two legs with a grunt, he answered the inquiry she'd made. "A... A bird's eye view actually sounds... pretty nice." The donkey-like fellow actually meant it; the closest he'd gotten to such a view was while hanging desperately onto a mountain-sized frog, mid-leap. Well, and aboard a desperately fleeing shuttle shortly before it exploded. Both, he decided, did not count. It would be interesting to see the terrain.

"Oh, but first. I have a question. Maybe you haven't heard of anything like it, but since you've been all over the multiv-- er, pAWWlHEE--" Cough. "Polyverse, I wanted to check." Devon took a breath. "Okay. So, when I said where I come from was tricky, well... I don't know how much you overheard of when I was talking to Gaeva. Not long ago, I was in that other Forest I mentioned, the one I came from. But something happened, and, well... The next thing I knew, I was waking up not far from where Gaeva found me, just lying down in the wastes out there," he gestured back behind him with a hoof. "Which, well... To be honest, that's... also the way I woke up in the wastes outside the Forest I... started to think of as home. And I..." He trailed off, and took a gulp of air. The donkey-man gave the sand-coated woman a hopeful expression, much as he clearly braced himself for a letdown. He rubbed at the back of his mane, tail twitching nervously behind him. "I was just wondering if you had any... experience with that sort of thing? Or if there was anything like it you've heard about? Anything at all?"
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Re: Devon

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ooc: Character accepted!
There are so very many dramatic ways that vast, incomprehensible galactic phenomena can kill you, that every single day that you go unmurdered by space is a miracle.

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Re: Devon

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[OOC: Congratulations, Gaius! I'm having fun, and I've got another post that I want to put up here, but it ends ambiguously enough that, if you don't want to keep the thread going, you don't have to.]

The speakers on Quartz' glove emitted an instant of static, as if a response were forthcoming, but they suddenly silenced themselves in a moment of reconsideration. The sand-woman tilted her head a bit in quiet contemplation, then reactivated the speakers. "Now that you mention it, Devon…there are certain…facets of your story that have echoes in this forest. And I do not just speak of creatures that seem to have come from another similar forest, although those do indeed exist, and you can ask them about their own stories when you meet them to find commonalities with them." Quartz straightened and shook her head a bit as puzzle pieces that she didn't even know were puzzle pieces reoriented themselves in her mind. "It's almost as if some of us here are, or at least were, connected to a…different version of this place. But this connection is different for everyone. For example, I seem to be…" The fleukondthim searched for the proper words, but came up empty. She had the proper hand motions, of course, but Devon might not have understood them. "I'm…somehow…familiar with another creature that arrived in this forest at around the same time as I did, a magical construct made of glass marbles named Orb, although we had never met previously. And as for my friend Triage…well, I will leave it for her to share her own…perspective…on these matters with you."

****

At that exact same instant, on the other side of the forest, Triage bolted awake from her nap behind the counter of The Filter, having just experienced that dream again.

Triage was, physically, a plant-based creature with inorganic materials grafted into her. She was also, metaphysically, an evil creature trying to do good.

In the dream, she was two different creatures.

Although the plant-woman was no stranger to multiple perspectives thanks to her ability to split herself along multiple timelines, this was more than simply a case of fractured perspective. The two creatures were utterly different and fundamentally alien to both one another and the split-thorn herself, and being both of them at once was disorienting to a disturbing degree. The disparate thoughts of the two creatures were so jumbled together during the experience that Triage could never remember anything specific about the dream, but she could always remember enough to be set on edge upon waking.

The dream had invaded her sleep many times since she had arrived in the forest. And, as she had done many times before, Triage rose to her feet and paced around The Filter to clear her head while some much-needed coffee brewed.

****

"Regardless, we can discuss these matters at length while airborne, or perhaps at The Filter afterwards. For now, let us be off on your grand tour."

In moments, Devon was well-secured in Quartz' three free arms, and the two of them were away into the sky.
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