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bravenewworld2014-10-20 07:16 am
actsmagnificent) wrote in bravenewworld2014-10-20 07:16 am
009 // dream event - what does the fox say?
Haruka's Dream
[ Look at Haruka. Now back to you. Now back to Haruka, now back to you. What's that she's wearing? That's right, it's a bright blue racing jumpsuit. Its durable expanses fill your vision as you stare across her broad shoulderblades.
Look down at yourself. You're wearing one too. The color depends on how much of a jerk your unconscious mind has decided to be, but that's hardly the most important thing right now, because a Bulbasaur off to one side has just fired off a Bullet Seed with a loud "pop" and now you find yourself lurching forward.
It's another day at the races. And you're on a Rhyhorn. ]
Vulpix's Dream
[ Throne rooms are hard to come by in these more enlightened times, but there's no mistaking this setting for anything else: the red carpet lined with flickering torches, culminating in a broad set of steps and a chair with an extremely luxurious cushion upon it, leaves little to the imagination. At the top of the steps, Haruka's Machoke and Spritzee flank the carpet, bowing deeply; on either side of the chair, a Mr. Mime fans the chair's occupant while Super Beauty the baby Rhyhorn stands still for once, a platter full of Berries resting atop her broad head. Oddest of all, Ferrari the Nidoran crouches in servility at the foot of the chair. Oh, his Queen! His marvelous Queen!
Atop the chair, the world's most beautiful Vulpix gives a dainty yawn. Mr. Mime selects a Berry for her and places it in her mouth. Life is so dull when you're the top at everything. ]
[[ooc: There's a trick to Vulpix's dream! Anyone who sets foot on the steps and beyond will find themselves madly in love with Vulpix and burning to swear fealty to her. Feel free to use her dream as a mingle post so unaffected people can deal with trying to get their brainwashed friends off the stairs. You can "fix" the dream by convincing Vulpix this setup is a bad idea, but....good luck. ]]
[ Look at Haruka. Now back to you. Now back to Haruka, now back to you. What's that she's wearing? That's right, it's a bright blue racing jumpsuit. Its durable expanses fill your vision as you stare across her broad shoulderblades.
Look down at yourself. You're wearing one too. The color depends on how much of a jerk your unconscious mind has decided to be, but that's hardly the most important thing right now, because a Bulbasaur off to one side has just fired off a Bullet Seed with a loud "pop" and now you find yourself lurching forward.
It's another day at the races. And you're on a Rhyhorn. ]
Vulpix's Dream
[ Throne rooms are hard to come by in these more enlightened times, but there's no mistaking this setting for anything else: the red carpet lined with flickering torches, culminating in a broad set of steps and a chair with an extremely luxurious cushion upon it, leaves little to the imagination. At the top of the steps, Haruka's Machoke and Spritzee flank the carpet, bowing deeply; on either side of the chair, a Mr. Mime fans the chair's occupant while Super Beauty the baby Rhyhorn stands still for once, a platter full of Berries resting atop her broad head. Oddest of all, Ferrari the Nidoran crouches in servility at the foot of the chair. Oh, his Queen! His marvelous Queen!
Atop the chair, the world's most beautiful Vulpix gives a dainty yawn. Mr. Mime selects a Berry for her and places it in her mouth. Life is so dull when you're the top at everything. ]
[[ooc: There's a trick to Vulpix's dream! Anyone who sets foot on the steps and beyond will find themselves madly in love with Vulpix and burning to swear fealty to her. Feel free to use her dream as a mingle post so unaffected people can deal with trying to get their brainwashed friends off the stairs. You can "fix" the dream by convincing Vulpix this setup is a bad idea, but....good luck. ]]
stradivarius is going to be so confused
A swallow, and then she's pushing herself up and begins meticulously grooming the nearest Vulpix ear.
Grooming is usually mutual, right?]
has she evolved yet? is he now pining for an ~older woman~
...but you've startled exclamations out of her one time too many today, Guard, so Vulpix clamps her elegant little mouth shut. You're....hm. The usual methods of discipline don't work, so now she's examining whether this is really such an outrage after all. Yes, you're having the nerve to get familiar with her, but in a pleasingly devoted fashion. And those careful strokes of your tongue indicate a methodical turn to your ministrations....which will ensure a quality bath....
She keeps her head held high, however. This makes it look like being licked was her idea. A little to the left now, please. Her tongue darts out to lap at Martelé's fur wherever it can reach. ] Pix.
not yet, but that image *is* pretty funny...
Then again, grooming eggbaby involves thought processes in the vein of hoping her Trainer doesn't find out just what eggbaby got into. And maybe Gold, though that would be in a "you are embarrassing me" sort of way.
Ignoring Ferrari is super easy, apparently.]
i owe a week or so of levels but it'll still be a while before he evolves so!
She closes her eyes. Foxes are not cats, so no purr escapes her lips, but...There is a sort of satisfied humming going on anyway. Her tails curl tightly around them both. A pampered life is a good life, indeed. ]
ahaha. don't get mistaken for her little brother, Ferrari!
Aaand up. A paw against your back, and she's working on the top of your head. It's always the head area that's hardest to groom by yourself.]
his beloved has blossomed like a flower in the spring sunshine, and he languishes in the winter...
The "baby" is moving around now, Martelé, trying to get back on top of you. There's common sense and then there's a need to be top fox - but she's also enjoying the grooming so her movements are mostly ineffectual. Why, Guard? Why with the paws on top of her? ]
Stradivarius blinks politely, but still takes her duty to babysit the others seriously
Vee! [quit squirming! Those curls are tricky.
You've got two options, really. Deal with the paw or lower your head enough so Martelé can get at the fur there.]
at last, a pokémon that can be trusted to give eggbaby solo rides sans harness
And you like all of the above, don't you~? ] Vulpix.
as long as she's not busy babysitting ferrari and martele
That question gets her to freeze, however.] Eeevee! [sh-she didn't say that!! Don't put words in her mouth!]
imagining a long line of babysitters..stradivarius watching martele watching gold watching minuet...
...The Queen, being flawless, will refrain from smirking too much at her own cleverness. But it warms her heart all the same. ]
pokeception, or in which minuet has a lot of playthings to run ragged
Martelé pauses, blinking at you. Huh?]
did you want to evolve the eevees this weekend? (i typed eevolve originally)
Just look at you charmingly. So very charmingly. Has anyone ever been so flawless? She thinks not. ]
yessss. let's do it.
/opens up google to hunt for jolteon gifs
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What was she so annoyed about?]
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And that's a yawn. Hm. Vulpix isn't too bad, really. Very fluffy.]
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Vulpix curls herself into a tighter ball, keeping Martelé nice and snug. This is already a very sweet dream, but maybe if she sleeps, the result will be even sweeter. ]