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master of disguise
Who| Feferi & Dave, Venus
What| Feferi engages in "creative" camouflage techniques, finds friends, and slays geese with them
Where| the forest and then the pond
When| week 2
Warnings/Notes| violence against geese?
[ closed - for Dave ]
After a few days in the Arena, Feferi realizes that her technique of trying to hunt others down isn't going so well. Maybe they hear her coming, or maybe it's just bad luck, but it seems like she always winds up somewhere after someone else has moved on. Her tracking skills could use quite a bit of work, so she decides to come up with a new strategy. It takes some effort to put it all together, but she winds up with... something special. It's getting on into the evening by the time she's done, and she's failed to run into anyone yet, but she's come so far that she can't just give up on it.
Settling herself between a couple well-placed bushes, she's pulled a mass of branches and leaves up to cover the rest of her. With a sharpened, pointed stick, in her little pile of forest refuse, she has built herself a rather conspicuous fortress. From the outside, while it might not seem too off from a distance, once anyone gets close, it's pretty obvious that it's been put together by someone. But that's what the stick is for. She listens closely for anyone to approach, ready to jab the stick out at them.
If they wanted her to be better at this, they would have given her a little more warning, or maybe put them on a tropical island with a beach nearby instead.
[ goose hunting - for Dave and Venus ]
It's a good thing that Feferi is a light sleeper and an early riser, otherwise sleeping outdoors like this would take a tougher toll on her than it already has. As it stands, waking up cold is unpleasant, but this morning she has a little extra warmth that she steals from Dave. It doesn't take her long to get up and on her feet and get her things stowed away. She's wary of staying resting in any one place for too long. She'll remember her way back to the little alcove of rocks, but also be mindful that someone else might find it and get the same idea.
First order of the day is to find something to eat. She's had moderate luck slaying animals and either eating them raw or building a little fire to cook them over, and armed with her trusty stick-- rock-sharpened at one end and heavy at the other-- she's almost as perky as ever. You'd never think she was here to murder people, but that comes after breakfast.
"Come on, time to get going! Those honkbeasts are not going to hunt themselves!" There's no need to announce it-- she tells Dave she's going to go hunt some geese as soon as he's awake-- but it's worth repeating to try and get him to follow along once she's ready to go.
What| Feferi engages in "creative" camouflage techniques, finds friends, and slays geese with them
Where| the forest and then the pond
When| week 2
Warnings/Notes| violence against geese?
[ closed - for Dave ]
After a few days in the Arena, Feferi realizes that her technique of trying to hunt others down isn't going so well. Maybe they hear her coming, or maybe it's just bad luck, but it seems like she always winds up somewhere after someone else has moved on. Her tracking skills could use quite a bit of work, so she decides to come up with a new strategy. It takes some effort to put it all together, but she winds up with... something special. It's getting on into the evening by the time she's done, and she's failed to run into anyone yet, but she's come so far that she can't just give up on it.
Settling herself between a couple well-placed bushes, she's pulled a mass of branches and leaves up to cover the rest of her. With a sharpened, pointed stick, in her little pile of forest refuse, she has built herself a rather conspicuous fortress. From the outside, while it might not seem too off from a distance, once anyone gets close, it's pretty obvious that it's been put together by someone. But that's what the stick is for. She listens closely for anyone to approach, ready to jab the stick out at them.
If they wanted her to be better at this, they would have given her a little more warning, or maybe put them on a tropical island with a beach nearby instead.
[ goose hunting - for Dave and Venus ]
It's a good thing that Feferi is a light sleeper and an early riser, otherwise sleeping outdoors like this would take a tougher toll on her than it already has. As it stands, waking up cold is unpleasant, but this morning she has a little extra warmth that she steals from Dave. It doesn't take her long to get up and on her feet and get her things stowed away. She's wary of staying resting in any one place for too long. She'll remember her way back to the little alcove of rocks, but also be mindful that someone else might find it and get the same idea.
First order of the day is to find something to eat. She's had moderate luck slaying animals and either eating them raw or building a little fire to cook them over, and armed with her trusty stick-- rock-sharpened at one end and heavy at the other-- she's almost as perky as ever. You'd never think she was here to murder people, but that comes after breakfast.
"Come on, time to get going! Those honkbeasts are not going to hunt themselves!" There's no need to announce it-- she tells Dave she's going to go hunt some geese as soon as he's awake-- but it's worth repeating to try and get him to follow along once she's ready to go.
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"Let it get away! I hope it gets hit by lightning! I hope Sandy Marko eats it or something!" Venus shakes a petulant fist in the general direction of the goose, as much for comedy as out of anger at this point, as if she were part of a laugh-tracked routine rather than in real life.
Finally she turns back to Dave and Feferi, pressing her gloved fingers over the cut on her face. It's deep, oozing blood that seems more purplish than anything else. She may as well she rubbing away mud for as much pain as she seems to be in. It's a flesh wound, and she dismisses it easily.
"Hey Dave. Who's your friend?"
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"Note to self, do not pick up the geese." He muses out loud, raising a brow at her before opting to avert his eyes from the blood. He's not squeamish around it, but he still doesn't like to see it.
"Sup." He retorts with a nod, glancing at Feferi when Venus addresses her. "This is Feferi. She likes fish puns." He answers, reaching out to nudge the back of his hand against her wrist in a vague attempt to be reassuring. "This is Venus. She likes cider."
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She doesn't make any secret of it, she's really just trying to make fun of him. She's gotten on his case about the fish thing before.
"I like more than just fish though, I like eating too. That's what I was going to do with that goose! Now we'll have to find another one." She looks around, her dark eyes darting this way and that, before her attention snaps back to the conversation. "You are welcome to join us, if you want! The more the merrier!"
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She looks between the two of them with a friendly sort of detachment, still feeling as if, somehow, she owes Dave for taking his friend's eye out, for not considering him part of her crusade to protect the children here, for not properly apologizing when she was called out for using that as a skein for protecting just Kankri and Ellie.
Might as well help them get dinner. It'll keep her mind off things, and Feferi seems nice and also oh, oh so young.
"Revenge on geese? I'm down."
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"Don't talk about cheeseburgers now. I can't fool my stomach into thinking goose and saltines meets the epitome of unadulterated cheese and grease that encompasses my very existence." He gives his stomach a sorrowful rub, babbling both out of nerves, discomfort and because he doesn't know how to stop himself when he gets started.
"This is a dark twist on the Mighty Ducks if I ever saw one." He glances around, trying to listen for ominous honking. "Where do we start, anyway?"
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"Well, on Alternia, honkbeasts love water. If the Earth kind are the same, then we can keep going and we're bound to find a couple. Then we find the weakest looking on... and attack!"
It's just that simple. At least, in her imagination, it is. She gestures off down the banks of the pond. "Let's get a move on. We're not going to find them standing around here."
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"We'll make gooseburgers. I got some cheese in a can, we can add that and a little wishful thinking."
And with that, she starts to wade into the water, thinking as the adult in the group that she should be the one to approach the animals first. Just in case the geese get frisky again.
Feathered motherfuckers.
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"Do we know goose calls? Should we know goose calls? Heh, goose calls." To his credit, he's trying to whisper, but he's going to babble anyway. "God damn it, Percy. I told you to stop honking this number."
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Still, she follows along, and doesn't head for the water herself. She could easily dive in and come up under one, but that won't do her any good if she scares them out of the water beforehand.
"I think I saw it land over there, through those bushes. There might be more over there!" If only Nepeta were here-- well, she wouldn't exactly wish this on Nepeta, but of all her friends, she's the most talented hunter. She'd have no problem in the wilderness, and Feferi guesses she's hunted a few honkbeasts herself. Just think like Nepeta, Feferi tells herself. It shouldn't be so hard, they did share a mind once upon a time.
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"Hell yeah. Goose massacre. I can get behind this." Sure enough, there's a flash of feathers in the reeds.
Venus crouches forward, her butt only just staying out of the water, her shoulders tight and pumping invisibly like a lioness' creeping through tall grass. If she were to move forward, it would be an artful lunge, not a lurch. She turns her head almost without moving her body at all and holds a finger to her lips at Dave.
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He falls, surprisingly, silent for a while as he steels himself for it. He fights back an unpleasant noise and instead makes a face, a face that Venus turns around in time to see. He nods in understanding, turning from side to side as he tries to locate Feferi behind him. He then copies the gesture, raising a finger to his lips at her even if he's the one who keeps talking to himself.
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Stalking around, she hunkers down low, not quite in the water, but like she's ready to pounce at a moment's notice. All in all, she looks sort of ridiculous. She doesn't have the required predatory grace to make this look cool, but she stalks their prey functionally. At least she has that much going for her.