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Post by Timur on Jul 9, 2016 22:44:37 GMT
Benedict Benedict was a dogon. Or at least he thought he was. He had gone to sleep in his best, but that's not where he woke up. When he woke up, he wasn't even a dogon either, he was a... Two leg? How in StarClan's name had that happened. "WHAT IN STARCLAN?" the now twelve year old boy shrieked. He hadn't gone to sleep with any clothes, so naturally he didn't wake up with any either. But weren't twolegs supossed to wear closes? He pulled the blanket up to cover him up to his chin, breathing heavily. Being a twoleg was so different. He felt weird. He was flightless, he only had two legs, but now had two arms, and his feet were highly different. Instead of claws he had long ties, but on the appendages that seemed to not be used for walking. He only had one patch of fur on his head, and it all felt two weird to be true. "Please say I'm dreaming." the tween whispered to himself. Now what? He was hungry, but he couldn't go out in a blanket... Could he? Dean Winchester After a long day of hunting, Dean had crashed in his hotel bed. Tomorrow they would pack up and leave, to go on the next job, whatever it may be. They had to find it first, but right now sleep was the most of his worries. Dean woke up early, much to his disdain, but groaned and got out of bed, still in his clothes from yesterday. He went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face, and heard a young boy screaming something. He was screaming words, not like wordless sounds of terror, so he thought nothing of it. "Could you be quite over there?" the Winchester called, unhappy at the noise.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 9, 2016 23:08:40 GMT
Some creatures hated salt. Others loved it. And Fawnpelt was one of the ones who loved it. Until now. She had gone to bed as a cat, after ingesting a bit of salt from a salt stash. And when she woke, she was a twoleg. A twoleg, of all things. So naturally, she thought it was the salt's doing. Which, of course it wasnt, but she didn't know that.
She blinked, unsure of what to do. "Cas? Castiel! Please tell me I'm no-" She was cut off by a shout, which informed her she wasn't. It sounded like Benny. She blinked, trying to remember what the twoleg house lay out was. Right! They kept clothes in what was called a dresser.
She looked over and, holding the blanket to cover herself, walked over to what looked like a dresser. Bingo! Some... pants, right? A t-shirt and... isn't that what the oldest twoleg kit called a hoodie? Remembering how the two legs put clothes on, she did the same.
Oh, SStarClan was it weird. But twoleg wore these. Awkwardly, she walked towards the door, unsure of how to walk. She fumbled, crashing into the door. "Ow..." She mumbled before opening it just like two legs had.
Huh, guess being captured by two legs had its pros?
First she had to contact Castiel. 'Castiel. Wait. Who is this Dean?' In contacting Castiel, she had accidentally accessed his memories. Somebody named Dean... judging from the memories, Dean was close to Cas. And that meant Dean was close to her.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 9, 2016 23:32:46 GMT
"Benedict... Stop yelling, it's too early." the tortoiseshell, or so she believed, deputy would groan, turning and letting out a yawn, pulling her blankets up more towards her. That was when it struck her. Blankets, what were those!? LarkBeat immediately say up straight, bit of the sheet flapping up in the air. A twoleg den, oh StarClan, no. She had heard stories where someone would fall asleep and wake up in a new body and stories of twolegs falling asleep and waking up as an animal, but never one of an animal waking up as a twoleg. Heart pounding, she would reluctantly turn her head until she was looking straight at her reflection in the mirror. And that was when she said it. "FRICK!" except not that word, the other word, and pulled up the sheets to cover herself chin below. Perhaps that wasn't so good for Dean to hear next door. She heard the pounding next door, but ignored it for now. She had to... had to find that stuff that twolegs wore. She had always assumed it to be fur, but now realization hit her. It was the same stuff that TadpolePaw wore--right!? Right..? Yeah, she could find some, and than find out what the hell she was doing here. Sitting on the edge of the bed, blanket wrapped around her, she would go to stand up, but immediately crashed to the floor, yelling "SHOOT!" at the top of her lungs, but once again, not shoot--the other word. Twolegs had two legs, she would have to learn, but as she went to go stand up again, she didn't even have a small amount of weight on her right leg before she fell to the floor again. It wasn't the two legs, it was her leg. Crippled, it was still crippled, and there was no way to balance her weight one one leg unlike the three as a feline. Nonononono, not her. Not Bene, and unbeknownst to her, Fawn too. Panic attack, she was about to have one, but she would control herself, slowly breathing out every breath of air that she took in. Oh lookie, at least she made the discovery of the day. A nice, wadded up robe on the floor next to her bed. Letting a sigh of relief, she would quickly put it on (with only a little bit of trouble), and focus on getting up again. Perhaps it wasn't good that there was a young boy screaming, and than an older female shouting a choice word, a loud thump, and yet another word of choice. "B-Benedict?" she would whimper, laying on her back, legs folded like an upside down V in the air, breaths getting quicker and quicker again. Oh, StarClan.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 9, 2016 23:42:58 GMT
Fawn's foot steps made loud thumps as she made her way to the sound of crashing and loud cuss words. Sounded like Lark, but not the words. She found the source and looked at the door. She tried to open it only to fail. Motherly and sisterly instincts kicked in and she began to slam against the door, using her shoulder. One jerk caused her jaw to jerk in the opposite direction it was supposed to. It was still crooked. "GAAH! FRICK!" A cuss word escape her throat at the pain. "LARK! If you can here me, try to open this door!" She called to her friend, unknowingly about other actual twolegs being roused. Her shoulder again hit the door.
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Post by Timur on Jul 9, 2016 23:57:24 GMT
Benedict The dogon, well human now, was highly confused. Why was there all this thrashing and crashing? Of course, Benedict hadn't gotten out of his bed and experienced just how hard it was to walk on two legs. And why were they swearing like that? Wasn't Larkbeat concerned about him picking up bad language? He whimpered, pulling the blankets closer to him for protection. He had no idea where he was, where everyone else was, or why humans had such horrible senses. He was confused, scared, and wanted to go back to StormClan. Why couldn't he go back? Dean Winchester More noises could be heard, none of which were good. They were in a hotel dammit, the people shouldn't be that loud. He let out a sigh and went over to a wall, where it seemed to be the loudest, and banged on it, saying "HEY! I said be quiet!" before going to where Sam was somehow still sleeping, or faking it, and shook him awake. "Rise and shine, Sammy." he said, before returning to the bathroom. Maybe those weren't the best sounds, but whatever it was wasn't in his job description so he didn't care much.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 0:03:52 GMT
Fawn flinched as a pounding on the wall could be heard. Why were humans so sensitive? 'Dang it, Cas, where ever the heck you are, it would be helpful if you showed up!' She tries to contact the Angel again. She again tried slamming against the door but to no avail. She sighed, trying to open the door, again failing. "Lark?" She would half shout, not really wanting to get yelled at again. She flinched, a head ache developing in her head from the way her jaw was. The wrong way. Her green eyes looked around, anxious as she didn't want to have a run in with any other twolegs. 'Cas! Come on!' She again shouted at the bonded side of her, not really wanting to use words. Wait. Hold on. 'Lark, see this thing? Twist it.' She tried to implant the image of the door handle in the deputy's mind.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 0:04:30 GMT
Wait, was that FawnPelt? The footsteps grew louder and it sounded like her. "F-FAWNPELT?" she would yell back, quickly dragging herself towards the wall that the other's voice was coming from. "T-THE DOOR!" she would gasp, looking at the wooden slab of tree on the wall. "Y- YOU'RE THE ONE THAT LIVED WITH THEM!" and by them, obviously meaning the twolegs. Her eyes landed on a metal knob sticking out of the door, and giving a knock on the door, she would yell back, "T-THERE'S A K-KNOB! I-I'LL TRY THAT!" and getting a grip with one arm on the side of a dresser, the young adult would rise up on a shaking leg and reach for the door knob and attempt to grab hold of it, but in suprise, it moved downwards, sending her falling to the ground again with a THUNK. Once again, after hissing a choice word, would see if that worked. And hopefully it would. Slumping back against the wall, she would give it a knock. "DID IT WORK? CAN YOU GET IT OPEN?" an even louder bang from the opposite wall jerked her head up, followed by shouting that she hadn't heard earlier. Picking up a fork off the ground don't even ask how it got there she would screech, "SHUT UP, TWOLEG!" at the top of her lungs and chuck the eating utensil at the wall, hopefully hitting where Dean was at.
// dang, Larky should have an accent x) Any ideas?
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 0:12:50 GMT
//She's flipping British now.
Fawnpelt had again slammed against the door and at the same time, Lark had pulled against the handle. This caused the door to open. Fawnpelt smiled. "Yes!" At the screech and what sounded like one of those metal things, Fawnpelt giggled before opening the door. She looked to the wall. "Yeah, shut it or so help me I'll take that... thing and shove it in your throat!" Sure, she was cowardly unless someone else was there, but she didn't care. She was pretty sure Larkbeat got the attitude from hanging around Auroradweller and Fawnpelt as a 'paw. She then fell to her knees and wrapped Lark in a hug. "Alright, let's go find your brother." She would murmur. If Benny had been Tadpole, Fawn would have wanted to look for him too.
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 0:28:19 GMT
/Scottish accent Benedict More crashing, more yelling, and someone telling them to stop. Just great. He was alone in the room, hopefully, and it was confusing. There were so many more colors that a human could see that a dog couldn't, so Benedict still had to adjust to the nore colors, sharper vision, and less grays. It was scary, intimidating, and he didn't like it one bit. All he could do was wait, wait for someone to come so that he didn't have to sit here boiling in the blanket. Dean Winchester Angry voices immediately greeted him after waking Sam, much to his suprise. He wouldn't file a complaint, instead he would go over and deal with them himself. "Well that's not that smartest thing to say." Dean said to himself. For self protection, the male picked up a gun and checked to see that there was ammo in it, putting the clip back in and tucking it in its usual place so it wouldn't be seen. "Come on Sam, there's something that needs to be dealt with." the Winchester said, handing his brother a gun too, just to be safe, and then walking out of his room with Sam close behind. He went to the next door, which was surprisingly open, and poked his head into it. "Do you guys seriously not know how to use a doorknob?" Dean said, easing an eyebrow in question. /let's wait for Kendal to post to keep flooding to a minimum c;
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 0:34:21 GMT
//BRITISH OR SCOTTISH AHH wait for Kendall after this *wink, wink*
At the sound of the door opening, the girl would flinch back a bit, only to let out a sign of relief as FawnPelt walked through the door. She too was a twoleg. What.. What happened to them? Was everyone like this? Spiderstar and Auroradweller? Castiel and BlazeHeart? Even Graves and Poe? Little did she know this was actually Castiel's own fandom. She felt herself embraced in a hug from the warrior, and she would wrap her arms around the other in a hug back, small tears forming at the edges of her eyes blurring her vision. "B-benedict.." she would mummer, voice shaking worse than before, gasping in another sharp, shaky breath. How come her senses were so unclear? Normally she would be able to pick up anything around her just via scent, but now, everything just seemed the same. She couldn't even pick up her brother's own scent when he was close from his earlier scream. "Damnit." she would rasp, this time her voice softer than it had been previously, almost in a whisper. "No... I shouldn't be cussing, but damnit! We're going to be stuck like this. I know it." she would whisper, a tear rolling down her cheek, drawing back from the hug to lean back against the wall with an "Ugh." find Benedict... Her eyes looked from FawnPelt back to her leg, and bit her lower lip a bit to where it hurt, but didn't draw blood. She... She couldn't. "I-I mean it.." she would groan, this time her attention to a different door. "Shut the Frick (other word C;) up and mind your own Fricking business you ugly Bastard!"
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Post by ༺ Kendall ༻ on Jul 11, 2016 3:09:57 GMT
//So do fancy post codes not work on her orrrr Also I'm in the mindset of writing for a partially insane, or even insane character right now and I have none ahhhh. I should make one. My Castiel mindset is not on and this of the difficult. ;-;
He was willed back into his true vessel, Jimmy Novak...how odd...and with no recollection of the event happening at that. This had to have been done by a very powerful entity- or perhaps object. That was it! Balthazar had once used a divine key to transport Sam and Dean to an alternate reality. Perhaps that was what this was for his Stormclanners. To him, it was of course another day as Jimmy Novak, but they were like him when he was first bestowed upon Earth...but a little more limited-on normal things at least. Blankly, the angel observed the body which he now possessed, calculating cerulean optics scanning over the battered tan trenchcoat, navy blue tie, and astutely placed buttons of his dress shirt. It was certainly peculiar that he had been inserted into his vessels body without incident. He had not done so much as request custody of Jimmy's body once more, yet here he was, in a form foreign of his own.
Silently, the trenchcoat-clad warrior now scanned the area, momentarily taking in his surroundings. He seemed to be in a lower quality motel, much like the ones that Sam and Dean had frequented when he was his charge. The brothers weren't too picky seeing as they were often in the buildings for only a day or two at most. It was evident that the establishment did not receive much care as the ground in the parking lot was cracked and spotted with varying sizes of oil spots as well small puddles. The subtle scent of gasoline and cigarette smoke hung in air, clinging to the clothing of the wandering humans that past the joint, as if to record their entrance. To summarize, it was a shitty motel.
Tentatively, Castiel entered the establishment, deciding that since he had appeared near the building, the others had a small chance of possessing the same fate. Trenchcoat trailing behind him, the angel leisurely wandered the halls, not too worried about the situation. Suspiciously, the seraphim eyed the well worn cracks in the walls, cobalt visionaries keeping watch for any type of abnormal entity that might make itself known. He knew his way around human places quite well by now, and had grown accustomed to the quirks of material world. At the human sounds of Fawnpelt, Benedict, and Larkbeat's voices, the seraphim briskly speed-walked towards the sound of their cries, and sasses, coming across an ajar door. Oh dear...nothing good was bound to come out of this. Solemnly, Castiel paused merely a few inches away from Dean's slightly larger form, still behind him, eyeing Sam as well.
"Hello Dean."
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 3:15:13 GMT
Fawn immediately stood when Dean entered the room. "Bite me." She growled lowly, clenching her fists. She hated humans, absolutely hated humans. And right now, this person was at the top.
Her green gaze darted behind the two brothers to a new shape, and when his voice carried out, she couldn't help but smile. She stepped closer. Seeing the trench coat, she knew exactly who it was.
"Castiel! Finally!" She gleefully half shouted, brushing past Dean to wrap her bonded side in a hug. She then pulled back, looking to Dean and Sam. "That's, Dean?" Her voice carried disgust as she looked at the stout male.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 3:21:41 GMT
Benedict Benedict was still in his blanket, waiting for his older sister's arrival. He wasn't that fond of her when she was ratting him out about skittles, but he had to admit he had no idea how to human world worked and would be heavily dependent on her and Fawnpelt. He just had to be patient. Dean Winchester Dean had been focused on the two women in the room in front of him, about to reply, unaware of the angel's presence. They were feisty, he had to give them that. "Sorry, I don't bite sweetheart, I punch." now the redhead. "Oh I'm the ugly bastard? You should watch your mouth, I heard a child around here." he shot back, just as a familiar voice sounded close to him. His eyes shut in slight annoyance, and he turned around, opening his eyes again with an unamused expression. "Personal space Cas, personal space." Dean said. But then the blonde raced out and hugged the angel, and he would attempt to pull Fawnpelt away from Castiel, saying "Woah woah woah tone it down you don't even know him."Sam Winchester Sam wasn't going to say anything, as he had not yet appeared in the doorway, but then he spotted the familiar angel coming. Assuming that the presence of Cas might not be welcomed by the others, and wrongly so, he mouthed 'what are you doing here?' He was surprised when one of them raced out and... hugged? Castiel. Wait did she know him? "Do you two know each other?" Sam asked Blazeheart Blaze had not yet been transported, still asleep in her den in StormClan. /ninja'd ++ pro boards uses a different coding then FF but I can whip up something for you if you'd like
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 3:28:34 GMT
/STOP NINJAAAAAA.
Fawn's glare shifted to Dean and Sam before she stepped away from Cas, annoyance wafting off of her. 'Cause, excuse my language, but Dean is a real D***.' She communicated to the angel. She was ready to throw some punches, despite not knowing how to fight. Did she care? No. Because then Castiel would get hurt and step in, right? Hopefully. She clenched her fists, knuckles turning white as she glanced from Dean to Castiel, unsure of who would speak next. Her neck an arm hair was raised. Man, this was the first time in a long time that she had been gary enough to want to kill something.
She refined from that though. She doubted Castiel would enjoy his... friend? Being hurt.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 11, 2016 3:29:55 GMT
She was about to open her mouth when FawnPelt stood up and pushed past the strangers to seemingly find another one. Castiel..? The voice was the same, and the trenchcoat. Could it be? Perhaps this was one of the first times she was truly glad to see the angel, but he knew the one in the doorway? The girl scrambled around a bit and grabbed ahold of the strange box next to her that would be known as a dresser, using the end to pull herself up onto her shaking feet. "C-Castiel! W-where is Benedict?" she would gasp. He.. He wasn't behind the angel. Completely ignoring the two strangers for now, her gaze would be full of true worry and fixed on that of Castiel. He was a twoleg too. Not really, but close enough.
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