Cheren and Jestar explore - RPLOG

Participants

• Cheren
• Jestar

Date

17/9/2016

Log

It had been a short while since Jestar last played with his little kitsune and he'd not found the blindfolded kit wandering the streets as he'd hoped. It took some time but even the addled mind of the masked satyr wasn't enough to make him forget the first meeting he had with the meditating fox. Crouched low to the ground and slowly moving forward, Jestar took in deep breaths, searching for Cheren's scent intently in the shrine the fox had mentioned calling home.

Cheren sat at the edge of the curative springs, meditating. As usual, he's blindfolded and has his wisps circling him. Not as usual, he seems to be a latex version of himself. If you didn't recognize him, you could almost mistake him for a statue.

Jestar caught sight of the familiarly latexed kitsune and closed in on him. Rather than pouncing however like the second time they had met, Jestar closed in and lower to sit beside Cheren. Watching the kitsune silently, Jestar took in the fox's posture as well as the dancing lights. As it turned out, being a lion as opposed to something domesticated seemed to help suppress that pouncing urge.

Cheren continues meditating for a few more moments before one of the wisps disappears and he moves a bit before talking. "Looks like that's it..." he doesn't take the blindfold off yet, but appears to be looking around for some reason.

Jestar nods his head before sweeping a foot in the water, his voice a bit more of a rumbling tone as he speaks. "Found you, I have." Jestar said before lightly tapping a clawed finger against the kitsune's forehead.

Cheren seems a little surprised as the other wisp disappears and he takes off his blindfold. "Oh, hey."

Jestar smiles beneath his mask before leaning toward the kitsune and sniffing him to make sure his scent is still strong on the latex-sune. "Alone, why is it you are?" Jestar questioned, looking over the area to make a point of not seeing anymore, and obviously the wisps didn't count. "Too cute to be alone, you are."

Cheren blushes a bit before looking around. "I usually meditate alone, helps me focus. If there's a lot of people it's harder to stay focused."

Jestar smirks a bit and shrugs his shoulders at that response. "Always meditating, you are. Yes." Jestar explains before he reaches to lightly stroke a hand along the kitsune's head and scratch behind the fox's ears. "Stay with you I will."

Cheren lets out a small chuckle when you accuse him of always meditating. "Well, I do it once a day, and then if I get bored I'll do it sometimes."

"Important to you, focus must be." Jestar said as he tilted his head and for a moment, stroked a finger along the edge of his ask in thought before that wide, sharp-toothed grin showed again. "Important to me as well, it is."

Cheren nods. "Well, it helps me to keep the nanites from changing my mind too much, plus its an important part of being a kitsune..."

Jestar nods his head a bit as he leans away for a moment and closes his eyes. "Without focus, no longer would I be me." Jestar states before leaning forward a bit and blowing a bit of fire as he sighs. "A blessing and a curse, these nanites are."

Cheren nods in agreement. "Yeah, if they didn't alter mindset, they would be great, there wouldn't be much problem with them... Not counting some of the ones in woodfield, at least..." he shudders at the thought.

Jestar gave a shudder of his own at the memory of the things he'd come across there.. "Nightstalkers, strangely cute they are." Jestar commented before frowning deeply as he added. "The trolls, not so much."

Cheren lets out a small laugh at what you mentioned. "I'm guessing you haven't run into the Hydick or..." he shudders. "The Walking Vagina. They both basically turn your entire body into a collection of sexual organs..."

Jestar's mask could only disguise so much, and the look of raw horror playing on his face before he covered his mask with a hand and looked to the cleansing pool. "To woodfield, never shall I return..."

Cheren shakes his head. "As far as I know both of those only appear in one area, which I believe is the basement of a church at the end of a graveyard. I mean, there's something slightly similar to the vagina here in Fairhaven, the Parasitic Plant. It has three vaginas in the normal spot, it's asshole becomes a cunt, and worse of all, the mouth also becomes a pussy."

Jestar listened, but with little joy at Cheren's 'comforting' words. Covering the kitsune's muzzle, Jestar shook his head slowly. "Soon enough, never will I leave New Dawn's safety." Jestar warned, some things being too strange and scary to consider looking upon with anything less than a portable flame thrower.

Cheren nods. "yeah, I got it... Of course, being a nanite adept includes me turning entirely into any mutation I run into to master it, so..." he shudders. "We should probably change the subject."

Jestar thinks on what that something else would or should be, not needing long to do it as the something to talk about came in the form of a small fluff ball of gold and white fur lunging from the brush to latch onto Jestar and scramble around to his chest. "Talk about Fel, we can." Jestar states with a bit of a laugh.

Cheren looks a little confused. "Fel? Who's that?"

Jestar smiled a bit and dragged the small feline from his chest before she could latch onto him and try getting a meal all over again. "Fel, this is." Jestar explains before turning the kitten to face Cheren.

Cheren looks at her. "Oh, she's cute. I don't have any pets or anything..."

Jestar blinks at that and raises a brow slightly as he watches the Cheren for a moment. "A pet you will need. Even one as infectious as Fel."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, I want a pet, but... Don't know anywhere to get one. '

Jestar tilts his head as he watches Cheren before raising a brow. "A Fel, we should find for you."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, maybe..." you can notice that he has seemingly replaced his old chainsword.

Jestar looks the kitsune over, taking note before lightly pressing a finger to the new weapon Cheren carried with him. "More shiny, this has become."

Cheren looks at it. "Oh, this is actually a new weapon I made, better than my old chainsword." he draws it.

Jestar rests his kitten down into his lap, tilting his head to one side, Jestar reached for his belt but simply held up the edge of his new shirt and pointed to his fresh pair of jeans. "Gave me these, the mallrats did."

Cheren looks at them. "Nice, I actually joined the Rats for their crafting recipes." he looks over the sword. "It's got some microthrusters. If I swing it to the beat of a song or sonething, I can swing it very fast."

Jestar blinks a bit at that and chuckles a little to himself. "Music driven swordplay." The jester sums it up, biting back the urge to chuckle at the very idea of a sword that responds to a beat.