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Horus · Sep 11, 2015

The park was empty.

That was alright, though. He only liked the park when it was quiet, without the screaming children and their parents desperately trying to justify or ignore their offspring.

Tybalt often went in the late evening, and he always wandered towards the swings. It might have been sad to some, but he found it rather soothing. He could say he was homesick, having been gone from heaven for a couple hundred years now. Did anybody miss him? Did anybody even remember him?

He sat down, pushing himself back and forth on the swing for a minute or so. The hinged creaked and groaned in the cool evening air, the sun starting to set in front of him over the tree tops. Then, he started to swing.

Slow and purposeful, he began to lean back and forth, letting gravity pull and push him. He went a little higher every time. Just a little, inch by inch. The muscles in his back twitched, started to stretch...

Wings lurked just beneath his skin, hidden away until he felt like he wanted to try again.

His wings looked terrible, far from their former glory. They were scraggly and missing feathers, one missing entirely. Still, he swing and flapped his wings and knew he wouldn't be able to fly with the way they were.

Bowen · Sep 15, 2015

Lima-Sierra had been released on the unsuspected population, but finding food in an unconfined environment was proving difficult. The slime had wandered too and fro, but no one stood still long enough to be a food source - if they even radiated emotions, which a lot of them didn't. Not really. Sure, they weren't emotionless automatons, but they didn't feel anything particularly strongly.

And now Lima-Sierra was hungry. So, so hungry. The slime that made up Lima-Sierra's body was duller than usual, and sliming around even felt tiring. Soon the night would settle in and there would be no real chance of finding food. Lima-Sierra meandered into a park, alone and feeling it oh so deep.

And then there was a glimmer of hope. There was a scent of misery in the air, and the large silvery slime crept up to the base of a swingset. There was a person. An unhappy person. Lima-Sierra didn't particularly care what emotions were available. Lima-Sierra, well..

"Lima-Sierra hungry!" The cry was more plea, small and wishful and clinging to the desperate hope that this emotional stranger wouldn't flee. The edges of auras could only slow starvation for so long. Lima-Sierra needed to feed properly, have skin contact and true emotion to draw on.

@"Horus"

Horus · Sep 15, 2015

@"Bowen"

Being unable to fly was probably the worst part about the whole thing. His wings, once a source of pride, were now torn and beaten up beyond recognition. As typical seraphim had it, he had a pair above his head like a visor or crown, a 'main' pair used for bursts of flight and a lower pair that acted much like leg guards. Now one of his main wings were gone and the others were stripped and broken.

So was the life of a sinner, he supposed.

Tybalt didn't notice the blob of silvery ooze creeping up to the legs of the swing. He was too distracted, swinging higher and higher, his wings flapping about uselessly in a mockery of once elegant flight. It was playing pretend, but he'd do it until he could climb his way back up to heaven.

Then the voice came, and he practically fell out of the swing in surprise. He nearly stepped in the silvery goo trying to slow down to a stop, but he kept his feet up so he wouldn't touch the ground as the stuff rippled underneath him.

What the hell was that?

Bowen · Sep 16, 2015

The.... the emotional person wasn't running away yet? If it were possible for the slime to swoon, Lima-Sierra might have. Instead, there was just some tired wiggling. Too tired to slime up the swing leg, even, just sort of wait until the swinger's feet were in reach.

But they stayed up. Lima-Sierra reached for them, but couldn't put much energy into it. What if Lima-Sierra didn't get to feed on them? They had so little energy left as it was....

"Lima-Sierra hungry," the slime repeated, if anything even more pitiful.

Horus · Sep 17, 2015

@"Bowen"

"What the..." The silvery goo looked almost like a more translucent mercury. Of course it likely wasn't a chemical, considering it was speaking to him in that pitiful whine of a voice. He couldn't even tell if it was male or female; the voice itself was entirely neutral, as was the blob.

It looked like it reached up to him for a second, then slumped back down. "Uh..." Okay, so... What was he supposed to do? Did the thing want to eat him? Was it going to dissolve him on contact? Why was it telling him that it was hungry, anyways?

"What... do you eat?" Better yet, what the hell were they?

Bowen · Sep 20, 2015

He wasn't running away! He was talking to Lima-Sierra! The slime sagged a bit in relief, then gathered all remaining reserves to bulk up a bit and look kind of normal, instead of so liquidy.

"Lima-Sierra want emotions." Under normal conditions, the weak statement would have instead been an exclamation, a declaration, a shout to the heavens - but now it was a tired admission of what Lima-Sierra needed. Lima-Sierra wasn't dangerous, just so very, very hungry....

Horus · Sep 21, 2015

@"Bowen"

So the little jelly was, indeed, speaking to him. It wanted to eat... emotions. It was hungry, and it ate emotions. Realistically speaking, that was perfectly in line with almost anything else on this island. It was such a silly place, but there were plenty of creatures that were likely even more odd.

Then there was himself, the fallen angel who somehow wandered to this place.

His broken wings folded tight against his back as he stared down at the thing, almost as if he were in a defensive huddle. "Emotions... Right..."

So what did it want to do? Have him... feed it?

Tybalt reached a foot down, giving the silvery glob a gentle poke.

Bowen · Sep 22, 2015

Lima-Sierra still didn't quite believe until Tybalt did the poky thing with his foot. The slime immediately slimed up his foot, up his leg, already devouring every scrap of emotions available. Normally Lima-Sierra was quite gentle when feeding, but desperate hunger is hard on restraint, and Lima-Sierra didn't like being hungry.

Continuing up Tybalt's body, rippling and inflating with renewed health, Lima-Sierra tried to eat even more, to eat faster, to heal faster. Clothing was a barrier. It slowed the ability to feed. The slime spread out, coating Tybalt's body like a slimy suit, pressing against every bit of skin there was to find.

Horus · Sep 23, 2015

@"Bowen"

Whatever he'd been expecting, it certainly wasn't that.

"Hey!" He kicked as soon as the thing started to crawl up his leg, but there wasn't any use. He wasn't going to dislodge the thing; it seemed intent on crawling up his pant leg, across his skin and under his shirt. "What the-- don't do that!"

Too late, though. It was slimeing its way across his skin, making it tingle. Peeling it off only made his fingers sink in, sticking and coming away in a goopy mess.

Lesson learned: don't touch slimes.

Bowen · Sep 26, 2015

If the food source wanted to protest now, well, it was too late. Lima-Sierra simply devoured emotions faster, spread out more to touch more skin and improve the flow, and just plain felt better.

How the host felt right now might be very clear, if fading as the slime worked to drain every bit of emotion possible, but Lima-Sierra didn't really care right now.

And then, suddenly, the slime was satisfied and gathered together on Tybalt's shoulders, pulling out from under his clothing and building up into a proper, nearly-human-sized jiggly blob of silvery goop.

"Lima-Sierra no hungry," the slime declared.

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