The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

[preuxchevalier]

There are people back home that your character hates. Or maybe they love them, but they're terrible people/influences. Here's your chance to talk or play out that special someone turning up in the Meadous. Are they so far out of their element that they're now defanged tigers? Do they lead right in with their wicked ways? What is your character's CR even going to think when they meet this person?
 

Post with your own character or the person they most/least want to see again who's a bad thing for them. Feel free to play out encounters in the snow between this character and your regular character's CR, or talk it out with if you're not sure you've got the voice down.
 

Fun for all ages! And by fun, we mean misery!

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[skullmotif]

That's almost a lift of the eyebrows on Jacob's part. Almost. It's pretty dark out and it's probably not very noticeable anyway. "Ah. You're familiar with my daughter." He felt about for his walking stick, then rose to his feet. "And yes, I am her sire, as well."

He pauses for a moment, staring off somewhat vacantly into the distance. Certainly enough time to go searching for that family resemblance.... which there isn't much of, save for a similar unnerving feeling and similar unpleasant scent. "...there are penguins here, aren't there? Let's go and find out what a penguin's blood tastes like, Karkat."

hi have one dot of nightmare

[itsbraveanditburns]

Yeah, he does kind of smell like Natalie used to, only way worse. Karkat is about to sniff under his armpits to see if he smells too, only Jacob's mention of blood, even from penguins, reminds him that he's still not full yet.

"Fuck yes," he says, almost agreeably, and runs off in the direction of said penguins.

They... are fucking hard to catch, actually. Shit. Shit. Why the fuck won't they just--

--stay--

--STILL?

Karkat dashes at another penguin head on, hissing in displeasure and baring fang at the stupid fucking bird. It cowers underneath him, shaking, too scared to even move. Good. Good. Little asshole should be afraid. He grabs onto it while it's cowering and sinks its teeth into its stupid shoulder.

His face in these moments leading up to the bite bestial, hungry, and completely fucking terrifying.

The blood doesn't taste nearly as good as Jacob's, but it's still blood, it's filling him up and that's good, that's fuckin great. He sucks and sucks until the bird is drained dry. It's just a fucking bird, after all. Who cares about it?

This kid's got potential

[skullmotif]

It was only after making the stroll to the pond and spending some time in pursuit of penguins that Jacob's goddamned common sense started fully filtering back into his brain. It had left him in a zen-like state that was helpful in thwacking penguins with his walking stick to stun them... but after draining one dry (and finding it not all that bad, really), he really looked at Karkat. Looked at him scampering about, no real way to catch his prey. Looked at him, really younger than someone ought to have been embraced. Looked at him...

Holy fuck, did he just... he just used Nightmare on that penguin.

Jacob tosses his own exsanguinated bird aside, and slowly moves to Karkat's side. "Impressive. You're taking to this alarmingly well. Have you been a vampire before?" It's only mostly joking. Apparently the little deity could strip vampirism away. Better check.

oh goody

[itsbraveanditburns]

Karkat shakes his head. "Fuck no." But the corners of his mouth turn up; he's definitely pleased with the praise. "I scared the fuck out of that bird. That's... that's pretty fucking cool. Is that a vampire thing or a bird thing?"

His eyes do look the tiniest bit more sunken in than before.