[open] Normal guy, forest guy, just like normal forest guy~

[poaceae]

WHO: Fern Mertens (The Grass Boy)
WHERE: Outdoors, etc
WHEN: Mar 10ish
OPEN TO: All, Diego Hargreeves
WARNINGS: Random violence possible

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Village Perimeter

OTA

Fern's been feeling more like himself since a week spent on a mysterious quest, fighting monsters and hunting down rare plants. The warm clothes may have helped some too... He's still not good at not being essentially invulnerable, as evidenced by a number of scratches the color of bruised grass on his arms and face. Today he's opted to change his grass shirt and shorts for real fabric pants and t-shirt as well as a blue hooded cloak he found in the store room that he thought looked cool. The hood stays down so as not to interfere with his own (maybe a?) bear hood.

He patrols the village perimeter, marching along like a toy soldier with his wooden sword and waving it at any animal he sees while yelling "yeah, that's right, you'd better run!"

For once, he actually seems kinda pretty happy.

Village Edge

Diego

But one can only patrol an unthreatened perimeter for so long before getting bored. And when he does, Fern turns to pretend-fighting an evergreen bush.

"You think you can just walk in here and attack this here village? You think you can take me?" he demands of the bush, pointing his sword at it. "I'm Fern Mertens, ya heard? Yeah, you're in for it now!"

He then proceeds to throw himself at the bush, attempting to cut it six different ways. It being a bush, and his sword being made of sharpened wood, he manages only to break a whole lot of twigs and cut some leaves off the thing.

"You're not so big now, are ya?"

Outer edges/outside the village, around the bunker, etc

OTA

He definitely loses focus after a while, forgetting altogether that he was trying to patrol the village and make sure everything is safe, hero-style. Instead he takes to wandering, tugging on the occasional branch, moving the occasional rock with his bare, two-toed foot, generally behaving as one does when looking for a hidden door one is certain is nearby. He keeps this up for hours, days, weeks. He may wear the same white shirt and blue pants every day, but he never does seem to bother with shoes or socks.

if you're gonna wanna fly, you gonna have to crash

[sonofthedawn]

WHO: Lucifer Morningstar
WHERE: Near the river
WHEN: March 10
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Geese on Man violence

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He's found the interesting little vending machine during one of his sojourns out and about.

It's a pretty little thing, but it is interesting that of all the powers within it, not a single one appears to be his. It's only further evidence to him that Dad doesn't want him to have proper fun, though at least he can have some sort of a good time. It's also a shame no one thought to stock the vending machine with at least one row of Twinkies. If you're going to have the technology, you might as well best use it.

He's whistling and chipper as he selects rapid regenerative healing and makes a note to come back for some of the other extremely helpful powers that are on display. Once he's pressed the button, he now needs to make the more important discovery and see if it's worked.

No time like the present.

He recalls seeing the geese-like animals near some of the bodies of water, which is perfect. It's not so large that if this healing hasn't kicked in, he'll be dead, but he also knows that geese at home are vicious enough that he'll have quick success if he does this right. It's not far before he finds some milling about the river, looking fretfully calm. If Lucifer has a talent (of which he has many, but this is paramount), it's being able to annoy something into a rage.

"Come on, then!" he demands, shouting loudly and splashing them with water, getting right into their little fiendish faces to agitate them. "I know you're Dad's least favourite creatures," he taunts. "Come and do something about it, will you?" He's ever closer, making loud noises against each of their squawks, and eventually, enough noise, flapping of his arms, and splashing does the trick.

The nearest one lunges for him with an intent to bite and bite it does, sinking its teeth into Lucifer's skin. He lets out a howl of surprise, tinged with delight, and steps back to see if that will do the trick, looking at the punctured skin with eager fascination.

To anyone looking in from the outside, maybe they would think that he's lost his mind, but Lucifer might just have a way to get part of his powers back and he's thrumming with the excitement of it, staring at his arm like it's treasure and not just a nasty goose bite.