calling_logs | I forget that I can remember when I was young climbing up fences

WHO: Kurloz Makara, Sam, Meulin, and anyone else if they wish.
WHAT: Daemons!
WHEN: Now/wibbly-wobbly time.
WHERE: Daemon island.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Cursing, standard murder-y creepy horror-carnival things.

He doesn't invite his friends this time. He's learned his lesson there. No, these ill-advised explorations he partakes in alone. He's not too concerned for safety. He can and has always been able to take care of himself. Besides, he's met an angel already. Sam. And if even the most fearsome of demons does no harm, then how bad could it be? He might, rather, learn more of his friend and gain allies with similar abilities. Beings who could, perhaps, halt a reckoning.

He follows the map exactly and yet it seems he has still ended up lost. He had hoped for friendly beings but this doesn't look anything like a demon's hive-stay at all. It looks more like some place Horuss would lose his mother fuckin mind over, what with the... the... what was it called. Something about steam. Nevertheless, he is getting the sneaking suspicion that this is not and island of demons at all. It's steam. And itching. And a whole motherfuckin lot of beasts in one place, reminding him of lusii in a market, each trailing after its charge.

Shame says he ought to turn right around. Pride says he ought to put his chin up and waltz on through, totally alone. Logic reminds that it doesn't matter.

And the little bleatbeast without a scaled tail as should be, says, "Hello, my friend."

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His resolve is weak. Of course he had to invite them after that. This was something his friends had to see. They have to experience this too, as he has.

He wanders round and round the village, chasing after the little goat who bounces and skips and stumbles with glee. She transforms before his eyes, a purrbeast to dart out of way, a bee to hover above, a seal to dive into the pool of water in which a cluster of apples float. A shopkeeper shouts and Amalthea barks and is off again, this time as a bird of vibrant color, Kurloz with her. The most difficult thing is wrangling her down, but he cannot help but laugh all the while.

Should wait in travel be some time, he has no qualms curling up near the docks, listening to the water whilst Amalthea nests in his lap, a goat again. For any passing thought that they might not show after his last fiasco, Amalthea curls in closer. He reminds her she could become again that slippery barking creature and swim where he does not, but she chooses to stay. Like they're very old friends.

Yes, he thinks his friends shall enjoy this place very much.

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Meulin does take some time to make her way out here, more careful than her matesprit but just as eager. Exploring this grand world is half the fun and even out here on the water where she's nervous and looking for the shore, it's still exciting. Scary but exciting. Thankfully, she has been assured that there are no demons to be found.

Stepping off the boat, she stops still to take in the place. It's strange in a different way from all the place she'd been before. It's strange in a way she thinks reminds her of something but she's far too busy staring to remember what. They don't seem to care that she's so odd looking among all their humans and their new clothing and their strange devices. And their beasts. Trailing after others like the little beasts she's seen on leashes in Romance but there's so very many and with such a great variety. There are also no leashes.

It takes her some time to find Kurloz, because she walks away from the docks in a crowd and then wanders back and finally--finally finds him all curled up with a beast in his lap. She leans in to kiss his forehead and holds out her hand for inspection and possible sniffing.

If he's found a bizarre tiny lusus pet, she should make friends.

"Are you all set on adopting a beast too? Is that the supurrise? Little beasts fur the finding?"

Her shoulders itch. Maybe she's allergic to the sea. That would be unfortunate.

He had maybe accidentally drifted off. It was that nice place between the clarity of awareness and the fog of dreams, where he could almost sleep without daymares, simply hovering within the dark. He is awakened from his not-slumber by the kiss of a fair maiden. How romantic.

"Meulin!" He greets, a little embarrassed to have been caught off-guard, but nevertheless happy to see her. "You came to me!"

Amalthea too lifts her head, transforming in an instant to a cat. She does not sniff Meulin's hand, but instead says, "Hello, friend. We were waiting."

Kurloz grasps the beast right under the arms, hauling her up with him and holding her out to say, "I have uncovered a place truly miraculous! The beasts appear of nothing! But- oh, where has yours taken to, my wicked kittybitch?" He looks around her left and right.

Okay there is maybe a little a little jumping when that goat suddenly becomes a purrbeast. There is even more shock when it speaks. There is a lot of jumping then. Look, weird aliens and angels and magic people are one thing, it is a whole other to have a tiny lusus thing that speaks and changes.

She blinks wildly, reaches her hand out and then snatches it back suddenly. Well. Then. Wait hers?

"What do you mean?" The itch is awful and all her attempts at covert scratching don't yield any relief. She frowns and looks around, as if looking will make something appear.

She feels a little silly when it does.

Regulus blinks wide gold eyes up at her and purrs, bumping against her ankles. It feels strange, like someone she's known forever and yet somehow just met.

He laughs at her surprise and can't stop his helpless laughter long enough to even begin to explain. He doesn't know what will happen if the beast is touched, truth be told, but he doesn't get to find out.

He sees that itching and through hindsight now knows what it means, bringing him to grin wide, and then wider as a beast does indeed appear. It somehow, he knows it's hers.

Amalthea leaps from his arms and lands perfectly upon the ground. She shifts mid trot back to her fluff goat form, not nearly as big as her beast but determined all the same to bump heads against him.

He steps closer to her, taking a hand. With awe in his whisper, he says, "Is it not among the most miraculous you've ever witnessed?" And he's pleased to see the beasts are apparently taken to each other as well. "They're all over this place."

And unlike lusii, he has one.

He doesn't explain and when she might have asked, things progress and she forgets. She forgets much beside watching her beast meet his. Regulus bumps heads with what seems like a determination to knock the poor goat over and Meulin giggles, turning her head to listen without moving her gaze.

"How though? He's like..." She pauses, unable to describe. Not a lusus, not a friend, something her own. Something intensely her own and yet himself. All himself but her too. She breathes out suddenly.

He opens his mouth but he shakes his head wordlessly. A piece of them, separate but part. Same but individual enmotherfuckingtire. He's known nothing like this. The most he can speak on such things is; "Miracles."

He laughs too as the goat is shoved. Of course she returns in kind, bleating.

"Suppose we could administer righteous inquiry to they. What more knowledge to scry of a being than by means of the being itself?" Or maybe one of the people around, people who all have one. They would surely know. He confesses, "I know not."

"Mewracles."

Dragging her eyes away from the fierce cat that seems so much like her lusus and yet not at all, she props her chin on his shoulder and laughs all soft. It's a wonderful thing to be brought to, to see the creature that even now shifts to something sleek and smaller, a furbeast all long and patterned in long white and black stripes that climbs the goat and chitters right in her ear. It's a wonderful thing and it's not at all surprising that Kurloz didn't bother asking questions before he called her.

"We should ask the people, purrobably. They've had these creatures longer, I should assume. Purrobably. Unless we've arrived on the eve of a creature beast getting."

Her chin rests upon his shoulder and he leans, nuzzling without shame, warmth within his pusher. He doesn't even notice he echoes the beasts at their feet. He's so glad she likes it as much as he thought she would. He probably should have asked about it but, well, he got so far ahead of himself.

He laughs at her suggestion. It's not impossible here, but he doubts it, just as he's sure she does.

He kisses her head before easing out, pulling her along by the hand and grinning at her. He glances away only to call out into the crowd. "Hear ye, all! My beautiful and beloved matesprit is struck of inquiry! With whom may we learn more of the fantastical beasts alongside? Who shall be the one to please this most pleasant being, Meulin Leijon?"

I forget that I can remember when I was young climbing up fences

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