[PRP] Use Your Noodle (Preacher & Gloom)

[The Semblance of Unity]

Preacher was, as she was wont to do upon finding herself in bullshit land, bounding about in some tall grass. She had to admit she kind of liked being a mink. She was fast and agile and could bite things and sneak pretty damn well. Of course, she wasn't about to chase any other animals any time soon - not after Jaime. Everything was potentially a were, lurking, waiting.

That was a bullshit thought and she knew it, but couldn't shake it. Instead, she scooted around on the ground, picking up small pebbles as she went and tossing them further into the grass.

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It turned out that, on this fine day, Preacher was the one being stalked in the tall grass.

Except it was kind of obvious because the noises were obvious.

Though it was hard to pinpoint where whatever it was that was watching her was at. The grass did not move but every now and then a shadow seemed to curl around the stalks and make them sway.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

The fur along her spine prickled. There was something.... maybe. It certainly sounded like something was with her in this tall grass, but who the ******** knew in bullshit land, anyway? Still, when she next saw a bit of shadow, too indistinct to see what it was, she stood on her hind legs and pinged a pebbled at it. Then another.

Eat that, weird shadowshit.

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[azuredreams]

Said weird shadowshit pinged the pebble right back.

Deal with it.

Though mostly it just rolled to her feet as opposed to hitting her.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

Her little minkly eyes narrowed briefly as the pebble hit and Preacher dropped to all fours. She sprang forward, making a rush for where the pebble came from, nose twitching. Something was here and she just had to see what. The grass stalk parted around her as she hustled.

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[azuredreams]

Not there was anything.

Might have been a chitter.

Mostly there was nothing there as she hustled through the grass.

This was also, of course, because said shadowy s**t was now in her shadow.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

Preacher grumbled loudly under her breath and spun around in a circle. She knew something was there, maybe. But ******** if she knew what. It this was some bullshit were playing a trick on her a**, she'd roast them. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Preacher bared her little teeth.

"HEY, I ********' KNOW YA THERE!" And then immediately feel silent. The... the last time she'd done that, it had come out in a form of weird chirps and what she'd assumed was typicaly mink sounds. But this... Preacher blinked. <********. MAGIC WAFFLES." Huh. "DUMPSTER DICKWEED." This was new.

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[azuredreams]

"... um ..." The voice that spoke was soft and sweet. "... that's ... um ... Gloom doesn't think he's supposed to hear that stuff."

Also the voice was coming from her shadow, so there was that.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

Behind her. She whirled. "Where're you?" Then is settled in... whoever was talking was upset because of her language.

"Wait, what - ******** class="quote">

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[azuredreams]

"Are y'like m-rated or something?" A dark, shadowy head peered up from her shadow. Just the tip of his nose and luminous white eyes visible.

"Gloom was wondering about y'being a moonwalker but y'can talk like Gloom ..." His nose twitched. "Y'smell like a moonwalker." Also he did not smell like anything, at least not anything she'd be able to detect at the moment.

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[The Semblance of Unity]

Preacher nearly jumped out of her skin. She did, however, jump back. That was damn sneaky. "Holy ********, what're you?" Whatever it was, it talked and it was... small and animal-y, like her.

"Are you a moonwalker?" she said warily. "N' yeah, I am...."

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"Gloom is shadows but also just Gloom. The Friendly One, the Playful One ..." Gloom had titles, ones conferred upon him by the Court. "Not a moonwalker."

The shadows darkened and stretched, the shadow marten pulling himself out of them until he was there. He was, quite obviously, a noodle. If a noodle was made of constantly moving shadows and white glowing eyes. "Y'are one, though, 'cause y'smell like it."

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[The Semblance of Unity]

Okay, so this little dude-thing was a shadow-thing, but didn't seem too bad. "You're a gloomnoodle," she said, deciding that, for now, he wasn't harmful. "N' yeah, I am one. if yer not, can I touch ya?" Her ears twitched.

"N' how'd ya sit in m'shadow?"

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[azuredreams]

"Gloom likes noodles," he told her, "they're the best." ... and he obviously did not mean the edible kind because Preacher was also a noodle and, if asked, would be told she was the best as well. "Y'can touch Gloom."

His ears pricked forward and the more still he sat, the more he seemed to solidify until the shadows were barely wisping up off of him. Gloom's tail swished, brushing through the tall grass instead of jostling it. "'cause Gloom is shadows, so Gloom just ... hid in it."

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[The Semblance of Unity]

"Not all noodles're cool. But ya seem a'ight." Some noodles were weres and that was just shitty, even if Lily was cool. Preacher inched forward slowly and touched her paw to Gloom's shoulder. Her muscles were tensed and she waited for it to hit her and it... didn't. She patted at him again.

And again. There was no flood of 'family', no 'good feels'. She visibly relaxed. "******** yeah," Preacher said, breathing out a sigh of relief. "I think I like ya. N' dude, is tha shadows thing a thing I kin learn or nah. 'Cause it's goddamn cool." Her tail swished behind her a bit, but happily.

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