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[ He had thought the hallucinations to be the work of another goblin, the dark mist to encompass him each time a similar form to that he assumed. However, the name on his hand went beyond any prank. As those belonging to the night began to flood the network, it grew apparent others had experienced the same visions through dreams. Whatever was responsible, God or otherwise, was strong enough to influence monsters dreams and inflict pain on their bodies. Maybe even kill them.

Reaching to touch the open wound, he winces and clenches his hand. Blood trickles down his arm and onto the table, a grunt escaping him at the pain. Pulling himself to his feet, Stan begins to make for the diner door. The waitress calls to him but he hears nothing over the sound of his heart, pounding in his ears as fear consumes him. Were it true, the brand on their hands confirmation of death to come, he fears the fate of the two monsters who lay in bed and a brother whom he'd only just got back. The Mystery Wagon roars to life, its headlights piercing through the night as he slams the pedal against the floor and makes for the shack, in his dust another unpaid check.

Stan announces his arrival the moment he crashes into a sign outside the Pines residence. He leaves the vehicle against the fallen sign, nothing short of his usual parking, and heads inside to the kids bedroom. Heavy, hurried steps carry him up the stairs, the door nearly pulled off its hinges with the force behind it. Are they awake? Are they marked as well? How long until those bearing their name came looking for them? ]

Kids! I need to see your hands!

Edited 2016-02-28 20:36 (UTC)

[Things were peaceful in the Mystery Shack. The kids were sleeping in their beds, blissfully unaware of anything sinister happening around them. The dreams were worrying, but the children slept through them soundly as images flashed in their minds -- memories of a Ryslig long ago.

Dipper stirred in his bed, his little brow furrowed as he turned to his side to shield his eyes from the headlights filtering through their small window above their heads. The sound of a crash had the boy pulling his sheets up over his ears, but despite his attempt to continue sleeping.. Stan had other plans.

Their great uncle hurried up the stairs and burst through the children's room, panic in his voice and painted on his face. Dipper was awoken immediately by the sounds of their door swinging open and their uncle yelling, and he shot upright in bed and grabbed the nearest object as if he was expected Stan to be a burglar or something.]

Wh... G-Grunkle Stan?

[Slowly, he lowered that object back down, and his expression looked nothing short of sleepy and bewildered. His mind hasn't processed what Stan has said just yet, it needed a little more time to fully wake up so he could grasp the situation.]

Wh-what's wrong? What's happening?

[Mabel was long behind Dipper to wake up, the dreams having made it hard to sleep so she was a little more tired than usual, but no less of a light sleeper. It just too a little longer from the haziness to leave her mind long enough to realize something was wrong.

Rubbing at her eyes, she props herself up with a sleepy whine in complaint. And she just looks between the two boys with a squint as Dipper asks his question.]

Wait, what ab't our hands?

[No, she hasn't processed the request enough to actually show him anything.]

[The past few days have been hard on the Mystery Shack. It's slowly emptied and grown somber and quiet, and the remaining occupants aren't doing much better. When still being alive at this point necessitates having killed someone else... well. It's not exactly a recipe for feeling great.

Breakfast for dinner won't really change that, but it might at least mitigate it a little. Fiddleford may not remember Mabel the way she remembers him but he's never known a kid who didn't like flapjacks no matter what time of day it was.]

How many do you want t'start out with?

[He wishes he'd been able to be around just a little longer for Tate to be just a little older. Maybe he'd know better how to handle a sad kid then.]

Um...just one's okay...

[Breakfast for dinner can't make what happened go away but it can make her feel a little better. Even if it's just a little. That's what counts, right? That said though, she doesn't pick up her chin from the table as she answers, still just staring resolutely at the middle of it.

This was really the worst.]

Wait, no, two please.

[What were they supposed to do in a situation like this?]

[He wishes he knew, but he doesn't. What he does do is plate her up two pancakes from a stack that promises there will definitely be more if she decides she wants more (and if she doesn't, well, that just means leftovers). He sits down across from her at the table with his own plate and completely fails to actually make any move toward eating. Constant unwanted flashbacks to the time you murdered a man you might have been on the road to becoming good friends with don't really do much for your appetite, turns out.

This really is the worst.]

I'm guessin' you don't want to talk about it, but if you did...

[He's guessing she doesn't because he sure as hell doesn't, but it's an offer he feels like he ought to extend all the same. He's a grown man, even if he's jumpier than most. She's a kid. There's no angle where this isn't most definitely worse for her, and without either of her great uncles around, he feels obligated to at least try to look after her.]

[ The weapon in Dipper's hands does little to discourage the goblin. He only pauses to turn on the lights, banishing darkness with the flip of a switch, before he moves further into the room. ] Put 'em up where I can see them. Let's go.

[ Stan holds out his own, a name carved into his palm unknown to him. YUTO. ] You had a dream about a troll... Four of 'em up to tonight. [ The last was less encouraging compared to those before it, the monster meeting an end most foul. He needn't speak it; had they the same dream, they knew her fate just as well. ]

hey, mabel. you wanna come over to the castle for a bit?

[This assuredly has nothing to do with her grunkle who just disappeared. It's not like he's worried about her or anything. Losing another family member right on the heels of her twin brother.]

[Surely not. Why would it have anything to do with that? It takes a little bit to answer, mostly because she needed to decide if she wanted to bother with the network right now anyway, but maybe it's important...and then she sees it's from Fuyuhiko and well, that's worth it. Going over to the castle though?]

i could come ovre sure. um, when do you want me over?

[That sounds pretty great honestly. She's not even going to ask why, just going to take it for what it is.]

whenever's fine. or i can come over there instead if you want.

no i htink i'll com over there. that's okay. i can just fly over real quick.

[The shack is a little depressing right now, y'know?]

though um...your manticore friend isnt thre is she? or your demon one?

Edited 2016-07-28 01:07 (UTC)

ok.

saionji might be around here somewhere, fuck if i know. it's a big castle and the two of us don't really get along.
tanaka's here though, yeah.
why?

Edited 2016-07-28 01:16 (UTC)

do you think we could go somewhere else then maybe?
or maybe you should come over here instead...
i don't kno why but its' just really uncomfortable being around manticors and demons???
faeires and gargoyles and kelpies too, but you don't ahve any friends like that living threre right?
i mean i like them!! er...sorta. tanaka's realy nice anywa y and saionji's...really pretty! i like all your friends a lot!
but i just don't want to be around them...even thinkign about it makes my skin crawl. sorry...

it's alright, you don't have to apologize for that.
you don't have to force yourself to compliment saionji either. really, i'm not offended. the two of us aren't really friends.
but alright, how about we g into town then? you wanna meet me in the shopping district?
we can walk around there for a bit.

[Thank you for being so understanding, Fuyuhiko. But why aren't you friends if you live together???]

sure, that sounds good!!
i think that would be fun.
i'll see you in a litel bit then?

yeah. i'll head out in a few.
see you soon.

[It doesn't really take him long to get ready. Thanks to the fog and the moon phase, the only thing he can wear right now are pants and he already had those on anyway. So it hardly even takes him a minute to start his trek towards Bavan, in his travel form. Of course, Mabel still lives closer and she can fly so no matter how fast he runs, she'll probably still beat him.]

[But eventually, a familiar little shiba inu will turn up in the shopping district, sniffing around to follow the all too familiar scent of his favorite harpy.]

[Likewise, it takes Mabel basically no time at all to head out. She...never wears clothes anymore. What's the point when you're covered in feathers and your wings make it impossible to wear sweaters? There is no point. So she's definitely there before the shiba, and starts chirping happily when she spots him from her street lamp perch. It takes only a moment to flutter down, finding the back of a bench to stand on now instead.]

Hiko!

[Over here! The pink harpy with the too big wings and golden feather crown.]

Ah, there you are.

[Fuyuhiko dashes over, jumping up onto the seat of the bench in one fluid motion and sitting down. Still as a dog, for some reason. He'll probably change back in a minute or two.]

Didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?

Not too long, no!

[Hiko why are you still a dog? Not that she minds because cute dog?? Her crest raises up from her head once he joins her on the bench, feathers fluffing up just a little. She's already feeling a little happier, just hanging out with her favorite werewolf. This was a good idea!]

I wasn't too hard to find was I?

[Ugh just for now, okay? Because he knows there's going to be a reaction to his new form and he'd rather get all the pleasantries out of the way before jumping into "hey so I'm a giant dogman now. that's a thing."]

Heh, you're joking, right? 'course not. Even if you wanted to, you can't hide from my nose.

[At least she's probably going to think that's super cool? Like let's be real, big strong dogman. That's awesome to a twelve year old girl. If not a little on the steamy romantic side. Oh if only you were her age, Fuyuhiko!]

Man I'm so jealous of your nose. I like having great eye sight, since I could spot you even as a cute little dog wayyy down on the ground, but it'd be so cool if I could sniff people out like a blood hound or something!

[She lifts one of her feet and ducks down a little, brushing at her beak with her talons.]

Instead I just have this beak which doesn't really do much except make me look like a bird. I'm all for being a cute bird but it's not as cool.

[And placing her foot back on the bench.]

Edited 2016-07-31 19:10 (UTC)

[MABEL, WHY.]

Heh, it's pretty cool, I guess. One of the better things about being a werewolf. Surely you can use that nose of yours to...I dunno, crack nuts open or something, right?

[That's what birds do, right? Is he teasing her? Maybe a little bit.]

[Ummmmm because werewolves are manly and handsome and who wouldn't want a werewolf boyfriend?? And she just makes a face at that, sticking her tongue out at him.]

Maybe if I had the bottom part too, but I only have the top part! It's definitely just useless!

[Jeez! How is she supposed to crack nuts open with only the top half of a beak?]

All it's really good for is making me even more adorable than I already am. Which I thought was impossible, but I guess it earns its keep that way!

[Ummm, you never know until you try? Have you even tried cracking nuts open with your nose, Mabel?]

[Fuyuhiko gives a short laugh, getting to his feet on the bench.]

Can't argue that. [You are a very cute little girl, and he means that in the brotherly way, not the romantic way. Because he's still way too old for you. And too. Uh. Himself. Mabel deserves an honest man, not a thug like himself.] Alright, anywhere in particular you wanna go then? Or are we just gonna wander around for a bit?

Edited 2016-07-31 19:40 (UTC)

[Why would she ever try cracking nuts open with her nose?? Like why would anyone do that?

Also what if she wants a thug husband, huh? She's well on her way down that path already with her uncle's influence I mean come on. That laugh though, it's really cute? What the heck what kind of illegal laugh is that? It's really infectious too, leaving her giggling some herself.]

I think we should just wander for a bit! There isn't really anywhere in particular I wanna go...

Edited 2016-07-31 19:45 (UTC)

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