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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 12:49 pm
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Today Chester had awoken with a mission in mind: find weird parts for his inventions. That was the extent of it. Simple enough in theory.
Even so, he sighed as he lifted his cup of orange juice to his lips and took a sip. The last time he'd had an impulse to go somewhere other than class he had run into a giant hell monster at the farmers market. It was difficult to trust his own judgment after that. Still, he couldn't stay holed up in here forever, especially not after a particularly insistent feeling of purpose bloomed in his chest, a warm, sunny pulse that told him contentment was that way. He finished his juice, showered, got dressed, and entered other Ashdown tethered to that feeling, strolling away from the part of town he knew best.
When the feeling subsided, Chester was standing outside of what he could only call a dump. It was no landfill or anything, but there were broken things to his left and heaps of half-finished food to his right and no one was standing around claiming they owned any of it. It was odd, but he couldn't complain. Broken things were precisely what he was looking for.
He pulled the strap of his bag slightly higher on his shoulder and stepped between the first of the jagged piles.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 3:24 pm
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Every pile of stuff had a lord. Every expanse of land had a king, or something like that. For the trash heap, it wasn't Oliver Beaumont, but he was here anyway. He had found the Otherworld to be a place of respite lately; his roommate wasn't here, he could avoid awkward confrontations, and it was so quiet. He could avoid everyone. Nothing bothered him here and he liked it that way.
He liked, as it turned out, being a raccoon a lot more than he thought. The way his simple mundane animal brain worked was a much needed break from the constant drive of his human one, and though he was forever... present in his mental capacity, it felt nice to have the ability to lean back and let auto-pilot kick in. Suffice to say, there was a fluffy little trash panda rummaging around the piles of garbage, not in search of food or anything, but shinies. His head poked out of a smaller pile with a necklace clamped between his jaw. His tail wiggled.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He quickly hopped behind the nearest pile of rubbish that he could find, his eyes wide as saucers as he watched Chester from his safe place. Who the ******** was this guy? And why was he in a trash heap? Then again, why was Ollie in a trash heap? Touche mind, touche.
Slowly, he followed him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 8:50 pm
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For as sneaky as Ollie was trying to be, Chester jumping still managed to make him jump, muscles tensing, tendons seizing. And then he relaxed, calmed, like nothing really happened, "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, I was just hanging out." His cheek puffed out, "You walked right past me. Didn't even notice."
However, Oliver had been a raccoon when Chester had walked right by. Still.
"I guess I'd ask what the heck you're doing in a trash heap, but," He sighed, "I guess I'm also wandering around here like an idiot, so never mind." His hands found his pockets. He seemed pretty non-threatening, all things considering. Just a normal human guy who could turn into a normal human guy raccoon thing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:44 am
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"Shadow power?" He tilted his head to one side, and then to the other, like he was trying to hear or parse something that wasn't quite there. "No, nothing like that, I'm very clever but not that inclined to magic." Which was a very bland statement all things considered, considering he was a ******** raccoon shapeshifter. Regardless, he shrugged.
"I'm a music major." He said indirectly, "I was double majoring in business too, but that got messy with all the magic bullshit that's been happening lately." It bothered him, that much was evident in the tone of his voice. He resigned himself, expression shifting to one of oh well, s**t happens. "Y'know, the reset or whatever. Or do you even know about that?" He'd spoken to some that had, and then some that hadn't. Thankfully all the ones that hadn't still believed him rather than wrote him off like a raving lunatic.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 6:07 am
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Oliver's lips pursed, "Oh, I've met Gloom..." And be sighed for it, but didn't elaborate. "I'm definitely not an Otherbeing, either. I'm not ure if I should take that for flattery or not."
After a moment, he finally led on, "Have you heard about Moonwalkers? The people who can shift into animals?" He held his hands up over his ears, each one cupped. When he flourished his hands away, two fluffy grey ones were left in their place.
"So no, not an otherbeing, just a ******** magic furry." A fact he wasn't happy about but apparently getting acclimated to.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 6:38 pm
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Ollie shrugged impartially, "I wasn't at Blackfrairs when all that... stuff... happened. I just kinda turned into one way later." He thought back for a second, "Right after the sigil thing, actually. I came back like this."
"It isn't that like, it's bad." He went to clarify, "I mean—it's still bad—but I could've been a mountain lion or something, or a wolf, or a fox, or—" He sighed.
"Anything but a raccoon." He sniffed, "Do you know what kind of a stigma raccoons get? People are going to think I rifle through the garbage!" Pause, "I do rifle through the garbage! It's terrible."
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