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[limerenceloli]

[Saya does not return home upon leaving the post office. What is home.

A beat. Humans were walking in Saya's direction. There were so many of them. They looked different than Saya. To avoid confrontation, it slithers down the street, a thin trail of green goo left in its wake.

Later that night, if you're lucky, you might catch 'Saya' in some deserted

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[wise_king]

[Insert Merem and an old priest walking along. Merem reaches down to touch some of the goo with his only hand but the old man seems to be shaking fearfully.]

Come now, don't tell me you're afraid.

But...something's wrong.

To you, maybe. Of course, your danger sense is pretty worthwhile. Just don't go getting too scared or you could start having problems.

[limerenceloli]

[!!

Twitch twitch.

Saya senses something.]

[wise_king]

We really should turn around, Merem.

No, no. Finding a giant slug may be interesting.

[limerenceloli]

[...?

??

!

Slither slither.]

[decadenzas]

[guess who just accidentally stepped in some of that tentacle goo? yeah, this guy.

he's not so happy about it and voicing his displeasure in soft, miffed-sounding mutters. honestly, the nerve of some people getting their... whatever this was all over the street. definitely sanitary.]

[limerenceloli]

[... ???

Even soft mutters are a loud giveaway that another creature was present in the vicinity.

Saya quietly spits out a clean rat carcass and goes to investigate the sound of the noise. As it moves, wet slurping can be heard.]

[decadenzas]

[his sense of hearing is pretty keen too, not that something sounding that out of place would be difficult to catch. there's barely a moment of hesitation before he sets off to find the source, careful not to ruin his shoes with any more of the slime.

one benefit of being immortal; the 'flight' part of the fight or flight response is virtually decimated.]

[limerenceloli]

[No doubt they will eventually bump into each other.

When they do, Saya stops in its tracks. Stares at this newcomer.

A gurgle.

Your move.]

[resurrectinto]

[Margot is pulling a late shift at the hospital when that smell hits her. Next thing she knows, her shoe is in goo and she's looking down at the ground in disgust.]

Urgh, fuck, that's gross.

[limerenceloli]

[...

Bad mistake, Margot. Vocalizing your existence could be the worst thing you could do.

The late shift at the hospital means by now, Saya is bored - its past few encounters have left it apathetic towards humans for the time being. They, for the most part, were no longer interesting to learn about.

Learning was no longer its top priority at the moment. Eating was. Saya had run out of rats to feast on.

Black eyes set sight on Margot.]

...

[ssshhhh]

[resurrectinto]

[Margot's attention is fully focused on the goo. She's conjured a small flame in order to inspect it better, muttering to herself.]

The fuck is this..?

[limerenceloli]

[A flicker of hesitation. Having seen its 'dinner' produce fire in the palm of her hand, Saya is now curious as to what. None of the other humans she had ever encountered before was capable of such a feat.

It stays hidden for a moment longer before dropping from its hiding place on the ceiling. A damp, marshy plop as the cancerous mass of flesh hits the ground several feet away from Margot. The other humans Saya had encountered in this place seemed to lack the fear or revulsion that the humans from its earth had shown.

Following the trend, Saya expects this one to react to it no differently.]

[metal_idol_key]

[Lucky for Saya, Key isn't the kind to fear outward appearances.

Observe as the girl slips and falls on her but in slime.]

[rogue_crow]

[The smell hits Zevran first, and he nearly gags. However, he accommodates to it quickly; his childhood residence was in Antiva City's leather-working district, so he's actually used to adjusting to very strong and not entirely pleasant smells. Still...he's wondering where it's coming from, because he can only think of something very large that's rotting making a stench like that.

He notices the goo on the street a few moments later. After a few moments of understandable hesitation - and checking to make sure he has his blades on him; he's been carrying them regularly ever since the Wallachia attacks - he begins to follow the goo trail, albeit slowly, so he can back off if he senses it's leading somewhere really bad.]

[limerenceloli]

[For the most part, Zervan is silent, and far more subtle in his movements than the other specimens Saya has encountered so far. Because of this, it doesn't notice a presence... not until that presence makes itself known.]

[rogue_crow]

[Zevran follows the trail silently until...he actually sees her. He doesn't actually make any sound - he is, after all, a trained assassin - but he does step backwards hurriedly, meaning to retreat immediately, and his foot clips a trash can in his haste. It doesn't fall over, but Saya still can't help but take notice.]

[limerenceloli]

[And it does notice, and what a fatal mistake you've made, Zevran.

With its alarm sense triggered, Saya immediately locks onto the source of the sound and sees the blades. Warning bells fly, and like any threatened animal, it attacks. A TORRENT of tentacles pullulate in his direction, thick and writhing like bloated worms, and just the tiniest bit acidic.]