MEME #1: RANDOM MAGICAL EFFECTS

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THE RANDOM MAGICAL EFFECTS MEME

"Your teeth turn brick red and then you turn into a bear for a week."HOW:

1. Start a thread with your character.
2. Other characters reply and generate a random effect. If you need a scenario, RNG it.
     2b. OPTIONAL: generate your own random effect, just because.
3. Tag other characters, generate more stuff, etc.
4. Shenanigans.
5. Yes you still have loveless ears and aren't in your home world have fun with that.

SCENARIOS:

1. ADVENTURE: You have just reached the end of some ancient, mystical ruins in search of the magical artifact hidden deep within. Weird shit happens as soon as you try to take it (collapsing ruins/boulders/Indiana Jones theme optional).
2. CURSE: You have angered a wizard/witch/powerful faerie/omnipotent entity/incredibly stereotypical gypsy/all of the above, somehow, because you're probably a horrible person. The next day you discover you've been cursed.
3. SPELLCRAFT: You have acquired a magical spellbook and decide to test it on yourself or someone else. The results are probably not as desired.
4. OUCH: You were bitten by a werewolf/cat/bear/dog/falcon/tiger/whatever the hell else is in there. There may or may not be some additional side effects.
5. RITUALS: You attempt to consort with demons/other entities of questionable morality and fail spectacularly-- either the ritual backfires, or they just don't like you.
6. THE BEES: It is not actually magic but a science experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong.
7. LOST: You are lost. Loster than the people on Lost. You are lost for words for how lost you are. So lost.
8. DRUG-INDUCED: I'm freakin' out man...
9. LET'S DO THIS: Roll two more numbers. Both of those things just happened at the same time, somehow. If you roll a 9 again, roll two more numbers and keep stacking them (ex. you roll a 2 and 9, then you roll again to get 5 and 6, which means you combine 2, 5, and 6).
10. Writer's choice.

Taken and modified from bakerstreet memes: bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/8867.html

Comments

[bedeviled]

[Dude, you're having that much trouble keeping your doorstep clean? You've got bigger problems than Zephyr -- he's just going to leave you to that then. No, but seriously, brace yourself Zexion. He's only going to get blood and dirt everywhere like a bad dog.

A good bit of that blood isn't even his.]

I'm fine. [No, he's not.] I just need to borrow your first aid kid.

[Which is why he's swaying in door way. He fixes that by leaning against the door frame and spreading around some more blood for Zexion to clean up.]

[pretexts]

[ This is going to take so much bleach, Zephyr. So much bleach.

He frowns, wondering whether it would be beyond the realms of politeness to try and grab a towel to spread on the floor before he lets him in. With a great deal of consternation, he decides that it would be. ]

Of course you are. But I would rather clean blood indoors, where people will be less likely to ask questions, than on my doorstep, where the entire world can see. [ steps out of the way ] Come in to the kitchen, if you are at all capable of moving. I'll grab the kit.

[bedeviled]

[Against all expectations, he wouldn't have found it rude if he'd have to wait for a towel. He would have laughed, like he does anyway.

Zephyr's not injured enough he can't find some morbid humor in the situation. He chuckles, quiet and dark.] Funny guy.

[His shoulder and arm took the most of the mauling, but there's still an awkward limp. Whatever. Zephyr doesn't complain about those things, he just makes his way to the kitchen.]

You make it sound like you've got this problem often.

[pretexts]

I try.

[ He heads to the counter, crouching to open the drawer under the sink where he keeps his kit, peroxide, and other essentials (because one of the many, many drawbacks of this world is that you can't find elixirs hidden inside jars). He also grabs a towel and moistens it, before heading back to the person currently bleeding all over his inconveniently wooden room. ]

Yes, I do make it sound like that, don't I. [ hands him the towel ] Wipe off the excess blood, please. I still need to grab the bandages.

[bedeviled]

Ha, you've got me in stitches. Bet your neighbors are nervous. [Zephyr's being a real sport about bleeding, despite the inconvenience of it. He's touching minimal amount of objects and is just swaying there. It helps there isn't too much to touch or, more helpfully, lean on.

He'll take that towel, though.] Sure thing. [And he starts doing just that.

Actually, wait.

The action gets an audible groan, but Zephyr manages to pull his shirt off, dumping the bloody thing on the floor. Then he starts back wiping off blood.]

[pretexts]

I am sure I don't know why they would be. I am the one whose house, for some arcane reason likely dealing with a lifetime's worth of bad karma, seems to attract the grotesquely injured. They've nothing to worry about.

[ And then he's turning around to grab those bandages, TRYING REALLY HARD not to grimace when the shirt drops to the floor. He refuses to wash it! He will scrub the floor and tend to injuries but he draws the line at washing ruined shirts that are not even his.

Still, it makes access to those injuries easier. He places the bandages on the table, then uncaps the bottle of peroxide and pours a hearty dose on a cloth. ]

Do you want me to disinfect them, or would you rather do it yourself?

[bedeviled]

Mind getting the ones I can't reach?

[Using his good arm, he half motions to the wounds on the back of his shoulder. He isn't exactly thrilled about needing the attention though, if the way one of his ears flicked back was a hint. By all rights, he should have went to the infirmary.

It's not showing up anywhere here, but he appreciates the care. Doesn't make him any easier of a houseguest.]

You know, I'm sure there's some saying about that being good luck. You're not the one grotesquely injured, are you?

[pretexts]

Only because I do not spend my time wandering around the woods and antagonizing murderous beasts. Take a deep breath.

[ Which is all the warning Zexion gives him before he slathers peroxide all over the wounds Zephyr can't reach. He frowns down at them, trying to the size to gauge how much of the blood is his. A fair amount, perhaps, but certainly not all of it.

Some of them are going to need stitches, though. He's not entirely sure he'll be able to manage that. ]

What, exactly, were you doing to cause this?

[bedeviled]

Ow. [He complained, belatedly, tail twitching and fingers tightly gripping the towel. For someone with a previous occupation that came with frequent injuries, he wasn't too comfortable with this part.

He turns his head to talk over his shoulder.]

And I wasn't antagonizing anything. I was just scoping the woods and I found some... crazed bear. They should put that in the school brochure.

[Zephyr was just lucky he had that bad habit of carrying his guns still.]

[pretexts]

[ That elicits a somewhat deeper frown. His ears go a little flat despite himself, and this time when he wipes the cloth over the cuts, it's with a tad more care. ]

"Crazed" is not a very auspicious word to be using when one is discussing animals.

[ He finishes his careful disinfection, then unrolls the bandages and begins wrapping them tightly under his arm and over the tears on his shoulder. ]

Could you see a reason for it? An injury, a wounded offspring? Something other than a potential case of rabies?

[bedeviled]

[The reaction doesn't escape notice and it keeps Zephyr's eyes off all the careful work. He keeps one eyebrow quietly raised. Yeah, he's suddenly aware his view of wild-life may be off.

Living within a machine tower did that.]

I didn't see much of anything -- it got me from behind. You think I'd hear something that size.

[All the while, he's still moving his arm whichever way to give room for bandaging.]

What are you thinking?

[pretexts]

[ Yes, one would probably hear a manic bear. Even distracted, Zexion didn't think it was possible to somehow be able to tune out the approach of something that large. Unless a person was deaf, but given the fact that they'd...you know, been having a conversation, half of which had been in a position that made lip-reading unlikely, Zexion doubted that. ]

I'm thinking that, though Japan is ostensibly hydrophobia-free, you are due for a series of rabies vaccines.

[ He affixes the bandages together with a pin. ]

I am also thinking that I had better start doing research into whether werebears are, in fact, something that exists.

[bedeviled]

[There goes his tail, flicking back and forth again. This time, it's accompanied by his ears flattening down. Basel isn't so far along that he's not familiar with the terms rabies and vaccines. The sulky quiet makes it a question if he'll follow the advice.

He distracts himself with the bandaged arm, already testing how much he can move it with only the occasional wince. Despite all the bleeding, he must not have hit anything too vital. Nice. Zephyr looks back up at werebear though. His interest perked along with some confusion.]

What kind of bears did you say?