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apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-24 12:52 pm
ratjesus) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-24 12:52 pm
Open log; there's a ton of the twist but we're fresh out of shout
Who: Kugrash and you
When: September, arrival before the event
Where: ADI headquarters, the city
Summary: Kugrash gets lay of the ADI land, explores using his human disguise around town, and terrorizes a jogger in order to use his powers.
Warnings: Swarms of gross rats, general gross olfactory descriptions
i. Around ADI headquarters;
Kugrash is very well aware of the fact that not very many people might be used to him. He's a two foot tall rat man and, sans the cleansing water from the Bethesda fountain, it's been a bit since he took a bath. The life of a dumpster druid living in subways tunnels differs wildly from someone who's used to a normal job and, unfortunately, that includes hygiene.
But he's here and he has to help save the world, or something like that. That's fine. The fact that whatever this is pulled him out of some serious shit is definitely on Kugrash's mind, but he compartmentalizes that: at the moment, there's pretty much jack shit he can do about Robert Moses or the American Dream. He's not even in New York, for one, and for two, this whole eldrich entity problem seems legit. So hey, there's no harm in checking things out and lending a hand to this ADI place, at least for now.
Kugrash decides to get a lay of the land in the headquarters, including exploring the air vents. He can fit pretty easily, although the skittering and noises he makes as he does so are most likely fairly disconcerting. He'll occasionally open a vent to pop his head out and get a proper look around, greeting people with a laid back hello. Occasionally he'll straight up fall through an opening he thought was closed, hitting a desk with a large crash, a loud thud, and a very loud proclamation of 'fuck me!' before he dusts himself off. There's a distinct lack of apology, either way. It's not like he's breaking anything.
Hunger takes him eventually and he makes his way to the canteen where a furry, disgusting little paw will happily reach for any donuts or snacks. Some he can reach without a sweat and when he can't he has no problem looking at the nearest person and waving them over.
"You mind gettin' that for me, pal?" There's no tray in his hand. Kugrash is shoving all of the food he's gathering either into his mouth or into a dirty green fanny pack he has around his waist.
ii. Exploring the city;
He supposes there's a bit of irony that his human form looks exactly like how he did before he became a rat. It's probably ADI's glamour mixing with the curse he has on him, though it stings plenty. Good news, Kug: you're human again, sort of! Bad news, it's going to remind you of all the times you were a giant piece of shit! The initial tears of happiness have passed, self-loathing has wound its way into his head, and after finally balancing his dissonant emotions Kugrash is ready to cruise the town.
Old habits die hard. He's always been a slightly twitchy-looking person, but it's taking a little while for him to move properly or feel natural about it. He slouches too much as he wanders down a street, only to stay a little too straight and stiff a moment after. It gives him an unnatural, uncanny valley sort of look despite desperately trying to fit in.
"This is awesome," he says to himself, voice gruff and low, akin to an old man who's smoked two packs of cigarettes a day. "This is really awesome." He's at a crosswalk, flapping his arms in a circular motion, wiggling his fingers.
Oh, shit, so okay, maybe the tears haven't stopped--there they are, eyes glassy with happiness as he sniffs loudly, the crosswalk's red hand preventing him from moving forward until the little stick man signals it's time to move again. Big fat ghibli tears incoming in 3, 2....
"This is the greatest thing in the fucking world, dude."
At one point after his cry he straight up forgets he's a human and goes back into old habits. passing a Mexican restaurant, he'll casually swipe a half-empty margarita from an empty patio table, ducking deftly into an alley to lick the salt rim and enjoy his free (and stolen) drink.
iii. Feeding that Fear; (cw rats, swarms)
Kugrash is no stranger to scaring people, though it's always been unintentional. This is a bit of a different vibe, though. This is something he's doing on purpose, and it doesn't sit well with him.
Ah, well. He's going to have to use his powers eventually for the greater good, right? It's not like he's going to kill or hurt anyone, he's just going to spook them a little. Give 'em a little jump, that's all. He doesn't view anything he does as terrifying but he's long since come to terms with his version of 'normal' and 'weird' not quite lining up with everyone else's over the years.
He tries to target someone who looks generally well off, following them for a few moments, and winds up picking a jogger in full athleisure attire who (thankfully) isn't actually running at the moment. Aware he sticks out like a sore thumb given his suit, Kugrash follows behind anyway, easy to spot and clearly planning something. The moment they're somewhere vaguely isolated he strikes.
"Come on, my babies," he whispers, cornering the poor jogger and raising his arms. His eyes narrow in concentration behind the thick frame of his glasses as smirk on Kugrash's lips. The chittering and scurrying squeaks start softly and, after a few seconds, begin to grow.
To arms, to arms! the rats cry. The clarion trumpets call! We live to serve the glory of the Rat King!
Though they are small, the high, squeaky voices shouting in unison are surprisingly loud: 40 or so rats begin to descend on the poor jogger, and while Kugrash has ordered them not to harm, they begin to crawl over him, grimy paws gripping every surface, muffling the man's screams. Kugrash doesn't pull back. It's not pretty or subtle, but it's what he does.
iv. Wildcard;
[ Feel free to DM me if you want a closed starter! Otherwise, Kugrash will be wandering around the city and ADI headquarters trying to get a handle on literally everything. Will match prose or action brackets! ]
When: September, arrival before the event
Where: ADI headquarters, the city
Summary: Kugrash gets lay of the ADI land, explores using his human disguise around town, and terrorizes a jogger in order to use his powers.
Warnings: Swarms of gross rats, general gross olfactory descriptions
i. Around ADI headquarters;
Kugrash is very well aware of the fact that not very many people might be used to him. He's a two foot tall rat man and, sans the cleansing water from the Bethesda fountain, it's been a bit since he took a bath. The life of a dumpster druid living in subways tunnels differs wildly from someone who's used to a normal job and, unfortunately, that includes hygiene.
But he's here and he has to help save the world, or something like that. That's fine. The fact that whatever this is pulled him out of some serious shit is definitely on Kugrash's mind, but he compartmentalizes that: at the moment, there's pretty much jack shit he can do about Robert Moses or the American Dream. He's not even in New York, for one, and for two, this whole eldrich entity problem seems legit. So hey, there's no harm in checking things out and lending a hand to this ADI place, at least for now.
Kugrash decides to get a lay of the land in the headquarters, including exploring the air vents. He can fit pretty easily, although the skittering and noises he makes as he does so are most likely fairly disconcerting. He'll occasionally open a vent to pop his head out and get a proper look around, greeting people with a laid back hello. Occasionally he'll straight up fall through an opening he thought was closed, hitting a desk with a large crash, a loud thud, and a very loud proclamation of 'fuck me!' before he dusts himself off. There's a distinct lack of apology, either way. It's not like he's breaking anything.
Hunger takes him eventually and he makes his way to the canteen where a furry, disgusting little paw will happily reach for any donuts or snacks. Some he can reach without a sweat and when he can't he has no problem looking at the nearest person and waving them over.
"You mind gettin' that for me, pal?" There's no tray in his hand. Kugrash is shoving all of the food he's gathering either into his mouth or into a dirty green fanny pack he has around his waist.
ii. Exploring the city;
He supposes there's a bit of irony that his human form looks exactly like how he did before he became a rat. It's probably ADI's glamour mixing with the curse he has on him, though it stings plenty. Good news, Kug: you're human again, sort of! Bad news, it's going to remind you of all the times you were a giant piece of shit! The initial tears of happiness have passed, self-loathing has wound its way into his head, and after finally balancing his dissonant emotions Kugrash is ready to cruise the town.
Old habits die hard. He's always been a slightly twitchy-looking person, but it's taking a little while for him to move properly or feel natural about it. He slouches too much as he wanders down a street, only to stay a little too straight and stiff a moment after. It gives him an unnatural, uncanny valley sort of look despite desperately trying to fit in.
"This is awesome," he says to himself, voice gruff and low, akin to an old man who's smoked two packs of cigarettes a day. "This is really awesome." He's at a crosswalk, flapping his arms in a circular motion, wiggling his fingers.
Oh, shit, so okay, maybe the tears haven't stopped--there they are, eyes glassy with happiness as he sniffs loudly, the crosswalk's red hand preventing him from moving forward until the little stick man signals it's time to move again. Big fat ghibli tears incoming in 3, 2....
"This is the greatest thing in the fucking world, dude."
At one point after his cry he straight up forgets he's a human and goes back into old habits. passing a Mexican restaurant, he'll casually swipe a half-empty margarita from an empty patio table, ducking deftly into an alley to lick the salt rim and enjoy his free (and stolen) drink.
iii. Feeding that Fear; (cw rats, swarms)
Kugrash is no stranger to scaring people, though it's always been unintentional. This is a bit of a different vibe, though. This is something he's doing on purpose, and it doesn't sit well with him.
Ah, well. He's going to have to use his powers eventually for the greater good, right? It's not like he's going to kill or hurt anyone, he's just going to spook them a little. Give 'em a little jump, that's all. He doesn't view anything he does as terrifying but he's long since come to terms with his version of 'normal' and 'weird' not quite lining up with everyone else's over the years.
He tries to target someone who looks generally well off, following them for a few moments, and winds up picking a jogger in full athleisure attire who (thankfully) isn't actually running at the moment. Aware he sticks out like a sore thumb given his suit, Kugrash follows behind anyway, easy to spot and clearly planning something. The moment they're somewhere vaguely isolated he strikes.
"Come on, my babies," he whispers, cornering the poor jogger and raising his arms. His eyes narrow in concentration behind the thick frame of his glasses as smirk on Kugrash's lips. The chittering and scurrying squeaks start softly and, after a few seconds, begin to grow.
To arms, to arms! the rats cry. The clarion trumpets call! We live to serve the glory of the Rat King!
Though they are small, the high, squeaky voices shouting in unison are surprisingly loud: 40 or so rats begin to descend on the poor jogger, and while Kugrash has ordered them not to harm, they begin to crawl over him, grimy paws gripping every surface, muffling the man's screams. Kugrash doesn't pull back. It's not pretty or subtle, but it's what he does.
iv. Wildcard;
[ Feel free to DM me if you want a closed starter! Otherwise, Kugrash will be wandering around the city and ADI headquarters trying to get a handle on literally everything. Will match prose or action brackets! ]
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Not that he has time to contemplate.
"Hell yeah I am, what the hell else am I supposed to do, huh?" Kugrash's words have far less venom in them--he's mostly frustrated, and he's having a hard time figuring out where to point it. There's always an element of it that's inward, but this situation he's in sure as hell isn't his fault.
For once.
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"Okay, yeah, it sucks, like-- trust me, I get it sucks even if I'm not a rat summoning... something. Whatever. But you can't just like, do that. It only makes it worse. Those... things, whatever the fuck, everyone gets touchy when I say demons but I bet they're fucking infernals, just-- they don't give a shit about you, so don't give them shit back." Sure, she's assuming a lot on this one, but from what she's been reading these entities or whatever are serious damn business.
She sighs, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and attempting to be more diplomatic than she is naturally. "To be totally honest, I was coming to beat your ass because I thought you were stealing that guy's money, not like... this? I see what you're going for but it sucks, man."
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He glances down at where the guy was and where his rat swarm had descended, and, after a small moment of consideration, frowns.
"Yeah, it sucks," he admits, and all the volume is gone completely from his voice. He feels like an admonished kid for some reason, twisting his shoulders into an exaggerated shrug. "Problem is I don't got any other way to help. At least you look like you can crush your enemies just by flexing." It sucks, admitting that for a second time. It stings.
This is gross.
"Listen, if we're going to have this shitty conversation, we should probably steal some margaritas from the Mexican place nearby, they got a patio you can just slide right in."
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"Yeah, drinks are pretty damn needed if we're getting existential. Lead on." Does she have money from this place? Not... really. But he's already talking about stealing, so who knows and who cares, they'll figure it out.
Whether they start walking or not, Beau will come up beside him, weapon away and looking as un-threatening as anyone can be when they've got a maxed out dex and can run straight up walls. "So, uh. Guess you just got here?"
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"Stuck in fucking Massachusetts, can you believe it? I had shit to do and I'm in the land of dunkin fucking donuts. It sucks."
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Actually, that's probably a good thing to ask. "You recognize Exandria at all? Or... I'unno, Wildemount, Zadash, anything?"