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rysligparasites) wrote2019-02-11 11:00 pm
rysligparasites) wrote2019-02-11 11:00 pm
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WELCOME TO THE HIVE
It's a long journey to Kulen and you’re paralyzed for all of it. The parasites aren't very delicate about carrying you there and you may get prodded with the odd pincer, but they diligently protect you from any external threats so you arrive relatively unharmed.
They carry you into a series of tunnels and into the belly of the hive where they lay you down on the ground. You lie there, unable to move or speak as more of the parasites converge on you, chittering excitedly and smelling you with their antennae. As the paralysis starts to wear off, they roughly and enthusiastically help you up and guide you through the tunnels, excitedly showing you around.
Eventually, you'll meet a parasite with human features who will give you a stilted, but genuine welcome. Apparently you are a special guest who has been brought here to help celebrate their beloved queen's first ever ascension day! While you're here, they want to learn as much about YOU and your traditions as they can so they can make this the greatest party ever.
The parasites implore you to eat their human cooking which is mostly composed of various things (both edible and not) that they've deep fried. They worked very hard and they will be very offended if you don't finish it. They also invite you to contribute to their cave paintings which are entirely composed of parasites doing parasite things.
During your stay, you'll likely run into other monsters who've been replaced by doppelgangers. Maybe some of them have been here for a while. Maybe others have just turned up.
Your quarters are dark and maybe a little cramped given that you're sharing them with a whole bunch of insectoid creatures and maybe one or two monsters. Other than that, they're relatively comfortable.
Settle in and make yourself at home. You'll be here for a while.
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The kelpie hits his knees with his tail tendril firmly caught on one of Egon's lower, green wings. He plants his hands on the ground and pants for a moment before lifting his head and attempting to apologize.
What Maurice means to say is, "I'm so sorry, my many-winged friend, but I seem to be having a severe episode of blind panic thanks to our arthropod friends who so kindly whisked us away to their home."
What Maurice actually says is, "Hhhhh--!!!!"
His voice is just gone.
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"Here, calm down. Can you let me go?"
He doesn't like having his feathers yanked out, thanks.
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Or worse yet, end up sticking himself to the floor which wouldn't really help anybody.
Maurice closes his eyes and reins in his panicked wheezing. Breathing in and out, counting to five because he isn't sure he can make it to ten. Slowly, with a sort of gross slurping sound, the leaves of his tail tendril peel away from Egon's feathers and fall with a plop to the dirt floor.
The moment of silence (save the distant squeaking of their captors) does him some good. When he opens his eyes, he tries to apologize.
"H--!" Maurice makes a helpless, apologetic gesture. And then he finally actually looks at Egon. He's never seen a monster like him before and he's so startled that he just kind of stares.
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"I don't believe we're in any danger, if you mean to warn me. We would have been much easier to eat while frozen."
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And admit, that, yeah he had been in a pretty vulnerable state a few minutes ago. They could have been peeling his face off instead of just curiously smelling him with their horrible pokey antennae. The kelpie anxiously fumbles with a lock of his mane as he tries to figure out how to apologize to this strange glowing being before getting out of his hair--metaphorically this time.
"Hhhh," said Maurice. He lifted both hands and tried to make a placating gesture. It turned into a weird little half-bow.
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"Are you alright? Can I help your voice?"