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undergrounds2015-08-21 09:15 pm
emotioneater) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-21 09:15 pm
Kissing Frogs Doesn't Always Guarantee A Prince
Cooper should have known things wouldn't quiet down for long. He'd been back at his own apartment for only a few days when he awoke one evening to find a group of honest-to-God fairies in his room. They were small, multicolored, and absolutely lovely. They were also glaring at him like he was the devil himself. Their spokeswoman was quick to pipe up and inform him that, during his binge eating during the past month, they had lost several of their brethren and sistern. This was not to go unpunished. Before Cooper could say so much as a word in protest, he felt himself enveloped in a cloud of dust and felt himself suddenly shrinking in size.
When the dust settled, his clothes now on the ground around him, everything looked a lot bigger. He had a mirror in his bathroom and awkwardly walked into the room, perching on his new hind legs to get a good look at....just what was he? Whatever it was, this was not going to be good. He was well and truly cursed.
Wandering Around London (OTA)
Getting out of his apartment had been a hassle. After spending a full day in his new form, he'd given up hope that it was just going to magically wear off. He'd had to break a window and pray that he didn't end up with glass in his paws. He gingerly made his way down the fire escape.and then down to the street. He had an idea of getting into Circle Midnight territory and finding one of his witchy friends. They would know how to set things right. The fact he had to get from Southwark to Enfield on four legs was something he didn't want to think about. Shuffling down the street, people openly stared. Most had never even heard of a binturong before, let alone seen one with their own eyes. He heard several people talk about the 'weird-looking dog'. He hoped they didn't call animal control on him.
When a familiar scent hit his nose, Cooper looked up. Here was someone he knew. Maybe they could help him! He ran up to them with a clumsy gait, all big, pleading eyes and made a sound rather like a high-pitched siren and a wailing cat mixed together. Translation? "Help me!"
Fairy Tale Ending (Open to curse-breakers only)
After surviving London's mean streets, it was a relief to be among friends once more. Cooper was lying down with his whiskery little head on his paws, staring up at all the faces around him. There was a lot of discussion going on as to the best methods to lift a curse. Cooper didn't know the first thing about magic, so most of it went over his head. The occasional yes-or-no question, the only kind he was able to answer in his current form, was directed his way. He answered with brief shakes of his head. Sighing mournfully, he closed his eyes to the din of conversation going on around him. This was promising to be a very long night.
When the dust settled, his clothes now on the ground around him, everything looked a lot bigger. He had a mirror in his bathroom and awkwardly walked into the room, perching on his new hind legs to get a good look at....just what was he? Whatever it was, this was not going to be good. He was well and truly cursed.
Wandering Around London (OTA)
Getting out of his apartment had been a hassle. After spending a full day in his new form, he'd given up hope that it was just going to magically wear off. He'd had to break a window and pray that he didn't end up with glass in his paws. He gingerly made his way down the fire escape.and then down to the street. He had an idea of getting into Circle Midnight territory and finding one of his witchy friends. They would know how to set things right. The fact he had to get from Southwark to Enfield on four legs was something he didn't want to think about. Shuffling down the street, people openly stared. Most had never even heard of a binturong before, let alone seen one with their own eyes. He heard several people talk about the 'weird-looking dog'. He hoped they didn't call animal control on him.
When a familiar scent hit his nose, Cooper looked up. Here was someone he knew. Maybe they could help him! He ran up to them with a clumsy gait, all big, pleading eyes and made a sound rather like a high-pitched siren and a wailing cat mixed together. Translation? "Help me!"
Fairy Tale Ending (Open to curse-breakers only)
After surviving London's mean streets, it was a relief to be among friends once more. Cooper was lying down with his whiskery little head on his paws, staring up at all the faces around him. There was a lot of discussion going on as to the best methods to lift a curse. Cooper didn't know the first thing about magic, so most of it went over his head. The occasional yes-or-no question, the only kind he was able to answer in his current form, was directed his way. He answered with brief shakes of his head. Sighing mournfully, he closed his eyes to the din of conversation going on around him. This was promising to be a very long night.
if you think Nancy isn't helping...
"Stories? So we'll be bringing back a cape as red as blood, hair as yellow as corn, a cow as white as milk and a slipper as pure as gold?" She smirked to herself. Growing up, she'd heard plenty of musical recordings. For whatever reason, Fagin seemed to enjoy them. The Into The Woods reference came easily.
"What stories are there that've got transmogrification?" She was reaching into her small bag and pulling out a laptop that really shouldn't have fit in there by any means. "Hold up, this may be easier." Google. Gift from the gods. "Frog King, Princess and the Frog, Beauty and the Beast, those are classic ones, and the rest... I'm not too familiar with, off the top of my head. Here, take a look." She shoved the laptop over towards her companions.
She did not want to be the one to notice that it took a kiss to bring the transformed one. Not just any kiss. Their True Love's Kiss. Chances were, Cooper's had died long ago, as awful as that was.
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However, maybe it just had to be a plain, ordinary kiss. After all, the fairies wouldn't have been expecting there to be many people willing to kiss the whiskery face of a weird-looking bearcat. He looked around the room with an expression on his muzzle that could only be described as a sharp-toothed grin. Any takers, ladies?
no posting order! IT'S ANARCHY!
"May as well give it a shot. I've kissed worse."
The last person Nancy had kissed, actually, was Stiles. He'd been leaving for the States, and throwing caution into the wind, she'd leaned forward and kissed him. Just as a good-bye present, and a reason for him to get his dad better so he could hurry up and come back to London. She was gonna miss him. But, regardless, the focus now was on Cooper, and his furry little snout.
She didn't usually kiss people. At least, not those she was on the clock with. But this was her own personal time, and her own personal friend. She was allowed to give him a kiss. It was just that it got complicated when you were actually working. And Cooper was a friend. She just couldn't kiss him after he drank her blood. No big deal, right?
She needed to stop justifying and just do it.
"C'mere," she said, but got up out of her chair. "If this doesn't work, I'm adding it to your bill." A joke that the curse had brought out, much to her chagrin. Kneeling in front of Cooper, she waited for the signal, before awkwardly leaning forward and kissing his bearcatty lips.
At least she knew where they'd been. Mostly.
MASS HYSTERIA
She pauses mid-chew and just....watches the scene unfold for a moment before announcing.
"...I don't think I want to know."
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Using fairy tales. But, hey, they'd become famous for a reason, right? Maybe there was some truth to them.
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Looking between all three girls, he shuffled over to where Abigail was. Pawing at her leg carefully, he gave a puppy-dog eyed look. Humor him, for he might as well go for broke with this whole kissing business.
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"Nancy's charging you. Me?" She pulls out her mobile phone, flashing a smile. "I get to take a picture of you first."
She is so having digital proof of this.
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Kenzi is perfectly content to park her butt onto the table and watch while she snacks. Kenzi vacuums another few bites down before she thinks to ask:
"So. Who is the little furball anyways?"
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Kenzi, please keep making everything into a joke, Nancy pleaded silently, giving her best friend a meaningful look before turning to said furball.
"This little furball happens to be our mutual friend Cooper. And he's cursed." She wouldn't say why, why she thought it was, at least.
You couldn't just munch on fae without shit going down.
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Which is why Abigail picks up the weird, weird little creature now that she has a photograph and gives him a peck on the... snout? It's worth a try, after all.
If it doesn't work, well... Back to the books, then.
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Sighing again, he looks over at Kenzi, raising up his bushy grey eyebrows in question. Want to go 0 for 3, little witch?
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"Oh no. No, I'm not kissing your nasty little rodent mouth, Cooper!"
Kenzi makes several interesting faces as she declines and slurps at her cereal. Charming girl.
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He sticks out his tongue at her and makes a "Hmmmph!" sound before flouncing off towards Nancy. He likes her better right now. She and Abigail actually took one for the team.
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At Cooper's approach, she wasted no time in picking him up and setting him on her lap before once more turning her nails to his little bearcat head. Damn straight you better like her better. She's the only one here you get to snack on.
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She declares with all the certainty of a young woman who had seen plenty of heartbreak in her life, and slurps up more cereal in the messiest way possibly.
"Do you wanna make out, just to make sure Cooper?"
She's being disgusting on purpose, please don't try to kiss her.