HYPER POTIONS › PUMPKIN CARVING

"I admire your effort, Lady Shepherd, but I believe I might have an easier way." the citizen's voice was quiet and pleasant as he approached Chicagocrimes, and for illustration he brought the pebbles speckling the grass around them into the air with a brief telekinetic flick of his mind, raising them into a circle of small gray projectiles and conducting them in a little dance about the cheetah's ears. Wenceslas chuckled softly and let them fall, one after another, a safe distance from his leader, until speaking up again. "If you tell me what you want, I'd be happy to carve it for you. But if you wish to carry on yourself, by all means - I'd love to bear witness to your craftsmanship." the reddish-gold dog seated himself and waited patiently for some sort of response, brown eyes shifting from her face down to the pumpkin and the dagger she was using to carve it.

bring me pine logs hither — biography

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Pumpkin carving, scratch that, telekinetic pumpkin carving, that was a simple way to get to know everyone. Shepard had mostly kept to herself since joining, taking care of logistics and tailoring her hunting techniques to the specific prey that lived in this territory. It was time to start reaching out. The feline spotted Wenceslas first, ears pressed forward in curiosity. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asked, as she grabbed a pumpkin and sat next to Chica. She decided to try it the canine's way, if she could. But first came gutting the pumpkin while they chatted.

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^{The male stayed back with Compy sister upon head. He was afraid he would crush the strange items, as he was growing to big. He was cautious of his size. Dwarfing his clan and refusing to hurt them. As such, he watched curiously.}

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Des wandered over to join the group, watching as a large red canine levitated the knives on his own to 'help' Chica out with her own carving. A few others are here, including Praufyx, and Des makes his way over to stand near his growing half-brother. He finds a pumpkin of his own and sets it down in front of him. Hmm. What to carve? Ruger was already chewing on the stem, happily munching away. Des had no clue what to carve but took up a knife anyways and began to cut a triangle out. Just a simple face should be fine, right? His eyes flickered across the others every once in awhile, seeing what they were carving into theirs. "Does anyone happen to know why carving pumpkins is a thing this time of year?" He asked, glancing up.

Actually, Wenceslas had levitated zero knives, just briefly demonstrated with pebbles - he didn't even have any knives. Weapons weren't his thing - and neither were powers, really, at least not offensively. He fought using just his body, and would only rely on powers if they were a last resort. Something in him rebelled against the idea of relying on supernatural things to win his battles - but he was a morally inflexible person, so that made sense. He mostly used his powers for communication and for miscellaneous things, like - well, like this! All this aside, he appreciated their interest - even if Destrian seemed only interested in the pumpkins themselves. "Telekinesis has been with me since I was a young man." the citizen answered Shepard first, a smile upon his whitened face. "So I've had a lot of time to practice. As for pumpkin carving, well - it's a tradition." he shrugged slightly. "So I've done it many times, but the first time it just made sense to use my telekinesis, and...I haven't looked back." dark brown eyes moved up and down the alchemist, clearly contemplating an answer, before saying: "It's a human thing, young sir, I do believe. Earth humans had this tradition, and us Earth-dwellers picked it up, in the same way we've picked up so much from them. But of course, they're gone now - or, well, we left. Or, not left, but were shifted. So I suppose there's no reason for us to do it here, save our own enjoyment."

bring me pine logs hither — biography

☾ WHERE THE HELL DO I HAVE TO GO TO FIND THE END OF THIS STORY? —

Pumpkin carving. It was not something that had ever really appealed to the young male although his father had been quite the halloween enthusiast so son must follow suit in some way. In his opinion, the whole process was far too messy, time consuming, and it forced him to focus and use energy. As much as he enjoyed having fun, he knew when something was not fun enough to captivate him, even if the outcome was rather funny as he had been witness to many creative and well constructed pumpkin carvings in his time thus far. In spite of his lack of personal care for the matter, the canine still approaches with tail swaying to and fro slightly in an amicable manner. "Y'know Chica, there's less brutal ways to go about getting revenge on that horrid pumpkin that must have wronged you somehow." the australian shepherd chimes in with a bright laugh, one of genuine amusement although it's unclear whether he's amused by the matter at hand or his own spoken comment. As far as he is concerned, it is a mixture of both aspects although he does not intend on clarifying anything. Then comes Destrian's query and, even if Wen had already provided him with a sufficient answer, Ariz can not help but open his big mouth in order to provide input of his own on the matter discussed.

"As far as I'm aware, pumpkin carving was originally done to ward off evil spirits or some shit like that." he remarks casually as the male considers getting himself a pumpkin in order to fit in and carve his own, poorly designed, scary face into orange flesh. Carving and gutting, both rather violent words that draw up near instant negative connotations within his mind, are rather difficult to do. At least, that was what he had found when attempting to do such a thing previously in his life. Ari had never really been the type to get entirely invested in whatever was going on around him and therefore would not have felt the need to put in any extreme effort when going about slicing the top off in order to pull the pumpkin's contents, its internal organs if he were to stick to the spooky theme of the season, out. It's the main thing that stops him from taking any action, the male instead sitting himself down among the group with curious eyes shifting between the currently present familiar faces.