First level

[walksonrooftops]

[Since there's already a good few animals parading the city now, have one more.

Asato is now a...well. It's not anything that can be named outright, like a cougar or a bear or a crocodile. But it's big, covered in tough hide like thick leather, walking around on strong legs with coarse black fur. His stature is hunched, like his top is too heavy

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[makaracles]

[A shaggy black goat ambles up, apparently completely unafraid of the drooling monster. He appears to be chewing something, and he blinks sleepily at Asato, his tail flicking behind him.]

[makaracles]

Shit, yeah, that's what everybody says. [bleats, bobbing his head once]

[walksonrooftops]

You don't remember what happened?

[His eyes narrow in suspicion, but he also leans down to take a closer look at him.]

[makaracles]

Not much, bro. My pans all fulla holes. [The goat looks back up at him guilelessly, though this isn't exactly difficult, since goats are hardly capable of a wide range of expressions.]

[walksonrooftops]

[He snorts again, a low growl rumbling long and steady in his throat. This is the Gamzee he remembers from their first meeting, so...]

What is going on?

[makaracles]

Man, I don't even know. We all got our beast shit scrambled up, huh? Like upside down and inside out and shit.

[walksonrooftops]

[He paces around him, looking the goat up and down.]

Now you're really a bleatbeast.

[It's probably the worst idea to even try and talk to Gamzee, but apparently he may mind a broken friendship more than broken ribs.]

[makaracles]

Yeah. [flicks his ears, and smiles, in so much as a goat can smile] Motherfuckin' crazy, all this beast shit going on up in here.

[walksonrooftops]

[After a second he sits, keeping a small distance and a wary eye out.]

Do you think it'll be forever?

[makaracles]

Nah, ain't nothing here what lasts forever.

[walksonrooftops]

[He snorts in thought, tail thumping along the pavement.]

How do you know?

[makaracles]

'Cause this ain't all being a forever place. It don't sing right.

[walksonrooftops]

Sing...I suppose not. It's a strange place, isn't it...

[makaracles]

Motherfuckin' broken. [agrees]

[walksonrooftops]

[Eventually he comes closer to inspect the goat, sniffing over him before letting out a warm snort. How very strange, all of this...]

[makaracles]

[Gamzee just looks up at him, his ears flicking, his strange eyes placid and relaxed. Apparently being a goat has taken a little bit of the edge off his crazy - not that it was ever all that obvious before except when he was in full blown freak out mode.]