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The Great Woofaloomp Round-up Log

OOC Notes: What are these technicolor Furby things? One might say they are Soraya's comfort animals/anxiety-reduction companions. It doesn't do to have cosmic entities who are swole with Bios and very powerful but also very mentally distracted and anxious, possibly in part due to said Bios. The Woofaloomps are living Bios baubles who siphon off their mistress's/keeper's extra energy and promote general tranquility.

Catching them can have various effects:
🫧 induce feelings of tranquility
✨ magic buff/enhancement
🌀 PC makes up w/ev: they can be as variable as the Hexberries

At present: They are literally just straight up running all over the apartment complex grounds. They are fast and can "glitch" between spaces, which can make them more challenging to catch. And they can also imitate sounds/voices to throw people off track. And they will mess with Otherworlders for Shenanigans, to be assured.

Extra: Note that for additional shenanigans, one can combine this with the berry muffin quest.

The wish element is an optional aspect of this log. PCs do not have to make a wish to participate, but those who received gifts are expected to be GO-GETTERS, so be ready to pack... the Bentley and the wheelbarrow, get them ready to roll and drive these babies home --

[ *Being round chonks is the only trait they share, visually. Some have wings, some have large eyes, and some look like little bugs or bear-like creatures. If people want to come up with attributes for them or different sub-genres, mod gives you the blessing to go wild. And that includes helping me fill out other little word things re: any of the flora/fauna that should interest any of you. ]

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As it says!

Despite his scepticism for her ability to grant a wish, Emet-Selch has nothing but time on his hands for the moment. He can be found bent over at various places trying to find the strange, fluffy creatures. If you're lucky(?) you might see him chasing one down as it hop, skips, and glitches out of his reach.

"Come back here, you damned things!" he curses as another slips through his grasp at the last possible moment.

Maybe a subtler approach is called for. A baited trap perhaps?

Gilgamesh is having something of the same thought, especially because he has also found these ridiculous beasts to be rather slippery -- though it might be expected, from how that woman was speaking, but he had been assuming a hero such as himself would find no especial challenge here. Arrogant, but then, of course, that was Gilgamesh. Even, to some extent, his wiser iteration.

"It would seem we need some means of incapacitating these beasts."

Saying it out loud, it even seemed rather obvious: creatures who could glitch from place to place couldn't exactly be carried off.

"Short of electrifying this entire room, I don't see how that will work."

...He could do it, that said. He doesn't need a great amount of magic to lay a shock trap over the walls of a single room.

"Did that woman say what these things eat?" he asks as he makes another swipe at a creature.

Honestly, Gilgamesh is probably not even the best person to dissuade such an idea. Electrifying a bunch of furballs was bound to at least offer a modicum of entertainment. Though, such methods might not exactly make that woman very predisposed to deliver on their rewards, given her apparent adoration of these... creatures.

"Hmph... not to my recollection," he acknowledges. "Yet I have found these aXess Link devices quite useful in researching such information."

He pulls his out, preparing to search for the term... "Woofaloomp." Though Emet might get there first or think of another method.

Emet-Selch gives up trying to sneak up on them after another near miss. Exhaling loudly, he raises a hand and narrows his eyes. Crackling energy gathers at his fingertips, before a bright, violet jolt leaps towards the woofaloomp.

...It strikes true. The creature convulses before flopping over, stunned. But before Emet-Selch can feel any satisfaction, he hears a shrill shriek in his head and instinctively claps his hands over his ears.

Maybe attacking them isn't a good idea.

(ooc: I can remove/change the consequence if you like just lmk.)

... well, he sure did electrocute that ~~Furby~~ furball. One really has to hope Magisteria does not have some PETA-esque organization floating around nearby.

Not that Gilgamesh minds; rather, he would likely be entertained by all this, but for the fact that Soraya's demeanor suggested she might not cozy to their preferred methods. Although the argument could of course be made that, if she couldn't handle their style, she probably should've sought help from other quarters. As matters stood, this was what they were working with.

Really losing some Animal Guy cred here, Emet.

Anyway, before Gilgamesh can remark or suggest capturing the creature while it's down, the Woofaloomp hops back up and, pointing with its short, stubby arm at Emet-Selch, says in Emet's own voice, "Tis most inappropriate and scurrilous of you to use magic for such purposes, sir! ... Though such energy may yet be invigorating!"

The electricity sparkles on its fur as its body puffs up even more than before, if that was possible, such that the creature is just a glowing, massively-fluffy round ball. Suddenly it goes flying up into the air, sparks crackling beneath it and eyes ablaze. Did it just... soak up that electricity? It looks to be in a bit of a trance, as though given a euphoric drug.

Maybe not losing Animal Guy cred after all, even if he was really trying. This was very bad, as now they may have just accidentally introduced it to some heretofore unseen thrill.

"We must not underestimate the inherent ridiculousness of the lifeforms in this world." The cryptofish had taught them that. "Perhaps a sedative would be more apropros... though it seems..." He has been... well, trying to research. Although this particular show was proving very distracting. "... they consume those hexberries. Ah, an idea occurs: a sedative within their food, set as a trap. It may yet be the most practical means."

Impractical means seemed to have a way of backfiring, given the inherent thrill-obsessed nature of Magisterian wildlife.

He slowly lowers his hands while grimacing. Putting it to sleep would certainly be the smarter option but he does still need his sleep spell to make contact with the creature. And he's less adept at such subtle magicks (or so he would claim if asked).

"Mayhap you shouldn't air your plan to trap it where it can hear you?" he grouses. "But I agree 'tis worth a try."

Always gotta grouse about something, don'tcha, man? And Gilgamesh thought he was a grouchy old man.

A touch quieter, nearer a whisper (ya happy now?):

"I do not suppose you have any medicine geared towards that purpose, or the berries, on your person...?"

Because if not, they would need to procure them. Gilgamesh is thinking more like a tranquilizer rather than a spell, but were Emet to mention it, as a Caster, Gilgamesh might have something along those lines, too, or at least be able to help Emet with the magic if he needs it, but lbr Gilgamesh is not even accustomed to this particular magic-based class he is currently occupying. He is, after all, usually an Archer, and thus with no magic primacy or focus.

He sighs quietly. Reluctantly, he produces some berries from his pocket.

"I do have some. I can lay a spell on the berries that will take effect once they're eaten."

He had immediately stopped eating them once their...colourful side effects had taken hold. It's a little awkward to put them back now so if they can be put to use...

"A wise idea, indeed."

Gilgamesh is actually somewhat surprised the other man still has them. He too became acquainted with the... effects of the berry madness, though he managed to escape the worst of it. He remembers how Lucy looked when shedding glitter everywhere, though.

"I can lend Bios, should you need any for a spell. Or magic. Though I am learning the technology of this world, I had a magic affinity within my own."

So he's as mixed of a class as one can be in this city, when one considers his native powers and those he's acquiring. But again, he is not at all an expert Caster. A mess of a class, really.

As they are speaking, one of the Woofaloomps, having scented the berries, perks up and begins to approach, all but bouncing and bounding over. It would seem they are very food-motivated and that the berries are a strong draw, colorful and sweet-smelling, and the creatures perhaps have strong senses. At last, these two have indeed found a smart path towards solving this problem! ~~Surely two such geniuses could not let themselves be outdone by Furbies...~~

Emet-Selch notices the creature hopping their way over and subtly lays his enchanment on the berries in his hand. One never knows how smart a creature is and this seems the most promising - and least lethal -strategy.

"No need. A spell like this is hardly taxing," he scoffs.

Crouching, he now offers the hexberries to the approaching Woofalump. That's it, come a little closer...

On paper, this seemed a rather simple objective: catch these ridiculous creatures and return them to their mistress.

However, like Emet-Selch, Gilgamesh has come to realize that, in practice, it's a bit more challenging than this. The voice imitations were certainly quite jarring, though he was coming to be more aware of what was a Woofaloomp imitating human speech (mainly because they, like parrots, had obvious limitations thereof) enough not to get too off-track by their attempts to confuse him, but the speed -- that was another matter. Even a hero such as himself could not merely chase down creatures with the ability to engage in whatever this short-form teleportation of theirs was.

"It seems we need a suitable counter for this ability if we are to succeed in this endeavor."

And they were certainly going to succeed in this endeavor: the future of Gilgamesh's projects hangs in the balance, and if all that is standing between him and his ambitions are these furballs, then they are going to have to go down. It is Written.

Anyone who approaches will find him in a contemplative state, the Bursterfly fluttering above. Perhaps its technology, coupled with other technology, could play a role... or, well, there were certainly various options to explore, and any who approaches Gilgamesh can propose ideas, but of course he will also be pleased to discuss his own.

There's a new face here, with no magic to speak of (yet) and still fumbling about getting used to different surroundings. He looks like who has walked straight out of a fantasy novel.

William is initially enamoured by the glittering technology around him. Seeing the Bursterfly above someone who looks just as out of place as him (and with a troubled expression as well), he decides to approach and introduce himself.

"Hello. My name is William. Do you need help with something?"

The newcomer is a complete stranger. Gilgamesh appraises him. William... was this a fellow Otherworlder? In this world, it was not always apparent who was a native and who was another of them, not unless one's tattoo was visible, and it rarely was. But Gilgamesh is thinking this stranger is another Otherworlder, mainly because he appears to have no idea what is going on here.

In which case, well, he has truly missed Quite a Lot. But perhaps they can get caught up here and now.

"I suppose you did not see the broadcast..."

Well, there is not time to try to pull up a recording of it, now. Gilgamesh settles for holding up the Link, showing a picture of a Woofaloomp, with the text caption thereof, and lifting his hand, jerking his thumb backwards... in the direction of where one had last scampered off to.

"... these creatures... are currently running rampant about these apartment complex grounds. Presuming you are also an Otherworlder, their mistress has entrusted their return to us."

Something something precious babies might be in danger just running around in the "wild" like this or some nonsense.

"Yet they are not the easiest to lay hold upon."

He leans in to appraise the image on the screen before glancing in the direction Gilgamesh indicates. They look cute enough, he thinks.

"Ah... Are they timid or agile? Has anyone tried luring them in?" he asks. "I can help if you like."

Capturing little creatures would be easier if he could use his Words, but alas. They'll have to do this the old fashioned way.

"I would not describe them as timid." Mischievous and eager, more like. "Insofar as I can discern their personalities, they seem to be more... eager pranksters. But agile? Yes, quite. I believe this is all a game to them."

And they, the Woofaloomps, were having quite a bit of fun with it. Well, Gilgamesh supposed this was what one might call "good exercise," perhaps. Though it was not exactly his preferred mode of adventuring.

"So far, the best proposal or idea I have encountered has been to lure with their chosen diet, but perhaps you may have other ideas?"

It was definitely a chance for William, as a newcomer, to flex his creativity.

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"Agile pranksters..." he muses aloud. William casts his gaze towards one of the Woofaloomps, peeking out briefly to spy on the pair. It vanishes quickly once it notices him looking.

"Well, if they like playing tricks on people, we just need to appeal to that sense of humour!" William smiles brightly. "Wasn't there some kind of food that's been causing havoc lately?"

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Crowley is sorely tempted to change back into a snake and catch the bloody things in his mouth--calm down, it's not like he'd swallow--but he's a bit chary of the idea of licking the sparkly little magic poofs. Especially since, when he does manage to basically trip over one and grab it before it gets away, it makes him so dizzy with a bizarre sense of peace that he sits down very suddenly in the dirt and nearly loses hold of it.

He holds it up in the air and shakes it. "Stop that. I don't need weird magical emotional manipulation. Save that for whatsherface."

Rhea'li isn't that far away from Crowley when he suddenly sits down, he himself also already in the dirt. While he's not opposed to rolling around in dirt when he needs to, it's certainly not usual for him to be flopped on his side as he is right now, acting much like a cat that has found a comfortable spot under a ray of sunlight.

As for why his behaviour is strange... well, there's a woofaloomp trying to catch the tip of his tail, which he always twitches it just out of the furry creature's reach every time it jumps for it. And... well, it turns out that when he usually has an immunity to mental influences, that just makes him rather susceptible to them when that immunity is suddenly gone without his knowledge.

"Magical emotional manipulation?" His speech is slightly slurred and his gaze a little unfocused, as though he's a little drunk. "Surely you cannot mean these fuzzy furballs...?"

Crowley tips his head back to eyeball Rhea'li. "Yeeeeeah. Looks like you've got it too. Sense'a... peace'n rubbish. Or you forget we're s'pposed to catch 'em?" He barely enunciates at the best of times, so all his words are running into each other and dropping bits.

His brow furrows, as though it is a great effort to pull his thoughts together.

"Of course I've not forgotten." And he stills his tail, allowing the woofaloomp to catch it. The fuzzy creature chitters happily and promptly puts Rhea'li's tail into its mouth. Rhea'li grins lopsidedly at Crowley, saying with pride, "See?"

Who's catching who, now?

"Little bugger caught you. See, I caught one!" He brandishes the one he's holding at Rhea'li. "Didn't even drop it. It wants me to, bloody thing, don't you? Absolutely rubbish, bloody... tranquility." He glares down at the lump of fluff. "Didn't ask for that, just trying to bring you home, you stupid bugger, nobody asked you t'--ooze emotions at me."

He tilts his head and a pebble lifts off the ground and bounces off of Rhea'li's forehead. "Grab it while the gettin's good, innit?"

The pebble hits him square between the eyes, which he reacts with a scrunch of the face and a delayed, "Ow!"

But fine he'll catch the fuzzy ball. And by catch, really it was more of Rhea'li sitting up and scooping the creature into his arms.

It doesn't let go of his tail, though.

"Wha's wrong with tranquility and emotions?"

"'s all well and good to experience-- nat'rully, or intenten-intentionally, or whatever, yeah, but I don't need things in my brain that I didn't invite there." He shakes the woofalump a bit. "Bloody thing, no one asked you for this. At least when I'm drunk I've done it on purpose and I can undo it whenever I please." Control issues? Him? Perish the thought.

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feel free to make something up here re: their diet or we can brainstorm, either way, lol.

considering their nature maybe hexberries? LMAO

we can go with that, and no, it's fine, lol

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Gilgamesh | Fate 👑| open

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