#expvrgction

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The Watcher has taken a moment to look outside, at the starry expanse that matched their fur. Just, the understanding that they are somewhere new.

But that means new food.

And they are off towards the smell of food, turning invisible to sneak sneakily.

He knew it was unfair to judge her right away; she wasn't him... but the fact of the matter was that he could feel the same aura coming off of her that he radiated, even if it wasn't as hostile. Davoth was a tyrant, evil and fury given form; given his form...

...But this wasn't that. This was just a girl. A girl he knew better than to underestimate, but she hadn't proven herself an issue that needed to be dealt with just yet. Still, it didn't put him at ease.

"It seems the Jar of Dirt is an actual participant of the games rather than just a joke entry. I wonder what everyone is saying about it."

"What?!" Josep checks on the speakers. "Gah! The sound's fucked!"

"What?! Why?? I just got this laptop after throwing the other one away and having Guy burn it!"

"I just hear this scratching sound. Maybe we watch on our devices?"

"I am NOT watching this stream on a piddly phone screen! Especially without my glasses"

"You should be wearing them either way."

"Details, details."

-=MEANWHILE….=-

Guy somehow turns Thonias in a newt. "Relax, fella. It frankly doesn't make you look too different."

He proudly looks at his work. "This looks like a spell that you could pull off, Phi. Maybe if you practiced your Breath of Life more, you can teach yourself shapeshifting since you already know some levels of carnoma-

And then he has no more jar. "FUCK!! WHERE'D YOU GO?!?!"

He wasn't too far from the nearest settlement, but inhabitants there are alien to him. At least he could see some Waddle Dees going about their day, some enjoying life on the beach, but the others? None whom he had met before.

The armored man stood there silently, unsure if it would be wise to approach these beings-- He wasn't the most social man nowadays, couple that with the thought of there being those protective of their land.

But there were a lot of things he needed to know.

(big boi doomguy @ elfilin and dimentio!)

At first, the waddle dees seemed blissfully unaware of the foreign soldier's presence. However, over time, they started eyeing him curiously and whispering to each other. Some of the wild beasts also watched, hidden within the greenery. It was difficult to tell if any of them knew of him from Dream Land, but at least they didn't look apprehensive (yet).

The two unrecognizable beings in question appeared to be sitting in the grass, a large tub of water in front of them. The fuzzier one watched as the more colorful one tied a string to a small branch. Then, a magnet was attached to the other end of the line.

"Alright, now let's see if I can make this work..."

Scattered about was a collection of tiny fish-shaped metal toys. The jester picked one up, stared at it intently, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the toy began to violently wriggle in his hand, as though it were a real aquatic creature, and slipped into the tub with a splash! He then proceeded to do the same with the other toys until they were all swimming about in the tub, a makeshift miniature pond. It was a fairly simple animation spell, but effective for what it was needed for.

"There you go, Elfie! Now you can finally have your own fishing fun!"

"Whoaaa! This is so cool! Thank you~!"

The rodent fluttered about like an ecstatic butterfly before taking the pretend rod and practicing his casting. It was only then that his friend noticed the Doom Slayer standing in the distance. He froze, his smile fading as he tried to determine if they were in danger or not. That armor and weaponry looked...pretty threatening...

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"You're on a beach. I saw you fall into the water and I pulled you out before you sank." He was aware that while he could breath underwater, humans couldn't.

(Kahann @ Guybrush)

You wake up on a Beach...

He was confused. Frenzied. Basically panicking.

Immediately after being brought back to reality after his nightmare-induced rampage, the first thing Galacta did was take to the skies and fly away.

Far away.

It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. He felt wrong.

The puffball's mind raced as he streaked across the sky, ignoring the growing gray of clouds and ferocious winds that ripped past him.

Flying straight into a storm was not something he would have normally done. But his mind was a blur, struggling to remember what had taken place.

What had he done? Why did he feel this way?

The air around him crackled and fizzed. Before he could ask himself anything more, the air grew hot and still and quiet.

A light enveloped Galacta's vision as a bolt of lightning he wasn't prepared for is dropped on him. Stunned, he is sent plummeting to the foaming ocean below...

... ... ...

A mass of tangled white feathers conceal the vibrant pink being out cold on the sand that following morning.

It would have been easy to dismiss them as the body of an albatross or some similar creature, if only his iconic shield and lance were not stuck in the sand nearby.