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calling_logs2016-06-04 10:13 am
goblinjr) wrote in calling_logs2016-06-04 10:13 am
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WHO: Harry Osborn (as the Goblin) & you!
WHAT: Harry is possessed by an animal spirit and starts aggressively antagonizing people. Feel free to have him trying to stalk your character or slap him away from civilians!
WHEN: 6/04
WHERE: City of Adventure
NOTES/WARNINGS: Probably just violence, but will add warnings if needed. Feel free to switch to action spam if you prefer that to prose.
What began as a largely innocent expedition through the City of Adventure didn't end up staying that way.
Harry donned his Goblin gear purely for ease of travel. It was much easier to fly above or between trees on his glider, using his sword to cut through obstacles as needed. He hadn't even particularly intended to bother anyone unless they got in his way. Since time stopped back home when visiting the SFC, Harry saw it as the perfect way to hone his skills. Begrudgingly, he had to acknowledge that Peter had years of practice being Spider-Man. Harry? Pretty new to this whole Goblin thing.
It all went without incident until he neared the denser, wilder areas of the city. Something collided with Harry's chest - he was sure of it! - but there'd been nothing approaching him. He pulled the glider to a stop, regaining his balance as he inspected his chest, expecting to see something there. But there was nothing. Naturally.
He did feel a bit... strange, though. It started as a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, eventually exacerbating his already aggressive and chaotic thoughts into something purely predatory.
Hunt. He had to hunt.
Before long, Harry - still masked by his gear - stalked through Adventure with animalistic deftness. He'd abandoned his glider completely, which - for anyone with sharp eyes or ears - could be seen or heard lazily roving above the trees, tracking its master on autopilot. He kept mostly to the ground, aggressively pursuing just about anything that crossed his path. That included humans, especially as he veered closer and closer to the camp where many adventurers set up their makeshift homes.
A particularly dangerous predicament when the guy had superhuman strength. At least he didn't seem interested in using any of that weaponry he was armed to the teeth with.
WHAT: Harry is possessed by an animal spirit and starts aggressively antagonizing people. Feel free to have him trying to stalk your character or slap him away from civilians!
WHEN: 6/04
WHERE: City of Adventure
NOTES/WARNINGS: Probably just violence, but will add warnings if needed. Feel free to switch to action spam if you prefer that to prose.
What began as a largely innocent expedition through the City of Adventure didn't end up staying that way.
Harry donned his Goblin gear purely for ease of travel. It was much easier to fly above or between trees on his glider, using his sword to cut through obstacles as needed. He hadn't even particularly intended to bother anyone unless they got in his way. Since time stopped back home when visiting the SFC, Harry saw it as the perfect way to hone his skills. Begrudgingly, he had to acknowledge that Peter had years of practice being Spider-Man. Harry? Pretty new to this whole Goblin thing.
It all went without incident until he neared the denser, wilder areas of the city. Something collided with Harry's chest - he was sure of it! - but there'd been nothing approaching him. He pulled the glider to a stop, regaining his balance as he inspected his chest, expecting to see something there. But there was nothing. Naturally.
He did feel a bit... strange, though. It started as a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, eventually exacerbating his already aggressive and chaotic thoughts into something purely predatory.
Hunt. He had to hunt.
Before long, Harry - still masked by his gear - stalked through Adventure with animalistic deftness. He'd abandoned his glider completely, which - for anyone with sharp eyes or ears - could be seen or heard lazily roving above the trees, tracking its master on autopilot. He kept mostly to the ground, aggressively pursuing just about anything that crossed his path. That included humans, especially as he veered closer and closer to the camp where many adventurers set up their makeshift homes.
A particularly dangerous predicament when the guy had superhuman strength. At least he didn't seem interested in using any of that weaponry he was armed to the teeth with.
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"I think so... I mean, I feel like me." It wouldn't come back, right? Harry had a hard enough time feeling at home in his own head. Which brought to his attention that his dad hadn't said anything throughout that entire ordeal, not even to try and reel him back in. ...Weird. "Thanks for, uh... not killing me." Because it's terrifyingly clear to Harry that he probably could have if he wanted.
'I need more training. The way I am now-- it's not good enough.'
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"Please don't thank me for that," because ugrghhg. He really doesn't ever want anyone to thank him for that. That's the last thing he wants people thinking about him. The sheriff's sketch of a 'demon' flashes in his mind and he does his best to shake it off.
"You sound better, though. Like... person-like."
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"Oh great... Was I actually doing all that growling and hissing? I thought that was just in my head." Groaaan. "Leave it to me to still act like a doofus when I'm not even myself."
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