HG Attacks!

[Sam]

*beep beep beep beep*

...
*BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP*
...

*CRASH*
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A vessel in the sky spiraled out of control, beeping loudly as it fell. Although said beeping was only heard by its passenger, a certain sickly-colored man with shark-like teeth. Out out out! Flaming down like a shooting star, the capsule crash-landed in a rather secluded area... in a sugar cane farm. Of course, the crashing wasn't exactly witnessed... but the loud boom and the sight of what was effectively a massive falling tin can be seen by many on the island.

*shhhhhhhhhhhhh*

The sound of steam pouring from the dented metal capsule sizzled. There was only silence otherwise, even the animals who inhabited the reeds of the farm stayed silent. A silence which was broken by the sound of metal pounding from indoors... a crooked wicked creature bashing the metal capsule attempting to escape.

*boom boom boom*

The ruckus continued... until... a piece of loose plate came flying off releasing even more steam from within. Slightly off-balance, Blair (the creature inside) pulled itself out of the pod. From head to toe, he wore a suit of white with the number 03 written on his arm. A round mask made mostly of darkened glass over his head. A look similar to a spaceman. Clumsily, Blair climbed the top of the pod... hunching over like a beast ready to pounce. His head moved left and right frantically, his senses overloaded by all the sights. He tried to take it all in! All of it! What was this place? Why was he so damn hungry? He felt but didn't think. For he was a beast acting on instinct.

"Who goes there?"

A man with a lantern in one hand a musket in the other called out. He was tall, roughly six feet in size with a bronze complexion and jet wavy hair. Next to him, a grey wolfish dog barked in Blair's direction... shining his lantern about he spotted the crash site... a crater with a metal pod in the center was all he spotted. The man... the creature.. that was once hunched over was no longer there. The farmer raised brow, that was a contraption he'd never seen before.

"What in tarnation..."

From above, hiding among the tall reeds that formed sugar-cane farm was Blair staring down at the man and his dog. His head tilted curiously, a creature that resembled him but held onto a source of light. Next to him was a furred quadruped which was obnoxiously loud. His instincts and sense of self-preservation were tingling, approaching this man would likely result in danger... but following him might lead to food. After all, creatures only thrived where food could be found.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #DFFF00 (Postcount: 1)
Farmer | White | #FFFFF

[Fox]

Ridley didn’t love the frantic beeping sounds coming from whatever he was inside of. And it definitely felt like he was falling. And spinning. He’d only woken up a moment ago thanks to the frantic beeping. Trying to recall what happened that led up to these events felt like trying to recall a dream. Like the sensation of having a word just on the tip of your tongue. He didn’t have too much time to think back because all of the horrible spinning and falling came to an immediate and jarring halt.

CRASH!

There was one thing that became immediately clear as whatever restraints had been holding him released.

Thunk!

He was upside down. His head hit the capsule as the door hissed and opened. Ridley fell feet over head flat onto the ground. With a soft sigh, he picked himself up and got to his feet. The first thing that he noticed was that he was wearing some sort of strange silver suit with a helmet. The characters ‘02’ were stamped on the front. He fiddled around with the helmet until he managed to take it off. A cool breeze caressed his face. Ridley looked up to see the night sky through the tall stalks of sugar cane for the first time in he didn’t know how long.

“My goodness…”

The sound of his own voice felt strange to him. The only thing he could really remember were the sounds of his own screams, Dr. Moreau and… oh, the assistant. He… helped somehow. Maybe. He got that sense. With the helmet tucked under one arm, Ridley rubbed his chin as he thought about what to do next. This suit would have to go. It made him look… really strange, and he didn’t want to scare anyone. He’d have to find some clothes.

After that… hm. From the number on his suit, Ridley knew that he wasn’t the only person to have been used for Dr. Moreau’s own morbid curiosity. Maybe he’d look for the others? Yes, that seemed like a good idea. He couldn’t have been the only one to escape. Get his bearings, maybe something to eat… Yes! Ridley nodded to himself and popped his helmet back on for the time being. Clothes first though!

Spotting lights through the gaps between the stalks, Ridley began heading that way. Light meant people, certainly. It wasn’t long before he came upon a house. Clothes and sheets were hung out to dry on a clothesline. While the temptation was incredible to just steal some, Ridley worked his way around to the front of the house and knocked on the door. A woman answered it, though she gasped in surprise. Ridley was quick to reassure her.

“Please don’t be frightened, ma’am, and pardon my intrusion at such a late hour,” Ridley said, holding up his hands. His polite manners seemed to calm the lady down. She still seemed rather wary, but that was enough for Ridley to press on. “I do hate to trouble you, but I seem to find myself, for lack of a better word, shipwrecked.”

The woman’s expression immediately softened. She grabbed Ridley’s hand and tugged him inside. He didn’t resist too much.

“Oh you poor thing! Come in, come in! But what’s with the get-up?”

“Ah…” While the shipwrecking had been close enough to the truth that Ridley felt comfortable saying as much, he did not know how to explain the suit. The woman was prodding him along toward the kitchen. “I don’t know myself, honestly,” he answered, “Could I use your bathroom?”

“Oh, of course!”

She led him over to a door, which Ridley opened and closed behind him. A mirror sat on the wall above the sink. Ridley walked in front of it and took his helmet off. He gasped softly. Staring back at him was something that he might call a monster. The sclera of his eyes had turned black, the pupils turned into purple slits. His hair had become snow white and his skin had turned an interesting shade of purple. He touched his face with his hand. Well, he certainly couldn’t look like this. Putting the helmet back on, Ridley leaned out of the door.

“Ah, do you perhaps have a change of clothes I could borrow? And bandages. Lots of them.”

The woman’s face contorted with worry.

“Are you hurt, hon?”

“No, I… had an accident, and I’m… rather self conscious about it,” Ridley lied. In truth, he just didn’t want to frighten her. She nodded with understanding and bustled away in a hurry.

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Ridley | #800080 (Purple) | Post Count: 1
Farmer's Wife | #fad7f6 (Pale Pink)

[Sam]

"I'll have to report this to the Marines..."

The farmer said in a hushed voice, moving his lantern around he turned to return home. With a few swipes of his gun against the air, he called out to his dog.

"Oi, Fido! Let's go home."

The dog was sniffing the reed on which Blair was sitting on. Turning around the dog bolted after its master. On top of the reeds, the savage man stared down at the grey-furred creature curiously and how it responded to the beckons of the man. Curious, how such a relationship functioned... Blair couldn't understand it but he did recognize something was going on here. Quietly he peered down at the man who was making his way back home.

Sliding down the Reed, Blair trailed the man quitely when another loud bang was heard. The sound was enough to make Blair leap back and hide in the shadows... giving himself and the man more distance. The man on the other hand looked up at the sky, one brow raised.

"Another one?"

Quickly he rushed through the thicket at a rapid speed with his dog trailing behind him to spot another scene similar to the last. Again, empty... with nothing there. This one on the other hand was closer to home... and had a trail of footprints headed that way.

"Marge..."

Without thinking it twice, the Farmer followed the footprints home. Meanwhile, Blair crawled close behind and spotted the other capsule... he hissed at the contraption silently. Not exactly being fond of being strapped into it against his will. But there was no need to stick around all this hissing steam and hunk of metal. Especially when the farmer was already mobilizing home. On all fours, Blair followed the farmer to his quaint little farmhouse. The farmer huffed the light off the lantern and opened the doors to his home. The dog entering the home, sniffing about.

"Marge? Marge are you okay?"

~~

Meanwhile outside, Blair watched the man and his dog enter the warmly lit home. His eyes glistened as he looked over the place... walking slowly around the house he smelled something. A stench... food? Without trying much harder he found the trash. Clumsily opening up one of the cans, the wild man attempted to shove his head into the can... but instead, his helmet impacted the metal leaving him slightly dazed.

"Gyaah."

He gave a guttural screech, a complaint if you will. Touching his neck he attempted to pry the helmet off, gritting his teeth with enough force he was able to force it off sending the helmet away through the air... crashing into a nearby bush. Sniffing the air, the pungent smell of spoiled foods filled the air... it wasn't appealing. No, but he was starving. His mouth now drooling he shoved his face headfirst into the trashcan.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #DFFF00 (Postcount: 2)
Farmer | White | #FFFFF

[Fox]

Oh no. Ridley felt a nervous sweat break out over his face when he heard what was presumably the husband’s voice. He kept quiet in the bathroom and prayed for the kind woman’s swift return. Footsteps drew closer, accompanied by the pitter patter of… claws? A dog? Ridley just tried to stay quiet. Please don’t open the door. Please don’t knock on the door. He held his breath in anticipation until the wife called down.

“Homer?”

Footsteps came from above and presumably marched down the stairs.

“Why wouldn’t I be, honey? Oh! We have a guest tonight!”

Rapid footsteps approached the door and knocked lightly.

“Hey there, hon, I got you some clothes.”

The door opened a hair and in came hands holding a fresh set of clothes and a pile of neatly folded bandages. Ridley took them carefully, and Marge closed the door.

“I hope those fit. They’re Homer’s old clothes.”

“Thank you kindly, ma’am,” Ridley replied from the other side of the door, “I’m sure they’ll work. And, ah, pardon the intrusion, sir.”

Ridley hastily made to change out of the silvery alien looking suit. He made sure not to look in the mirror. What he could see already was trouble enough. His skin hadn’t always been this sickly purple color, had it? He couldn’t remember. It still bothered him. He wrapped himself head to toe in bandages, leaving only one of his eyes exposed so he could see. Then, he put on the white linen shirt. It had long puffy sleeves and a collar. The trousers were tan and pretty unremarkable. Marge hadn’t given him shoes, so he went without. The last thing he bandaged up were his hands. On the palm of one of them, a big 02 had been branded into it.

When he looked into the mirror again, Ridley was satisfied with looking almost normal. It was still an alien look for Ridley. Unfamiliar and disconcerting. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed softly. He bundled up his suit and helmet all together and opened the door to greet the nice couple. He smiled, the sort of smile that met the eyes, and looked at Homer apologetically.

“Oh hon…” Marge uttered softly as she stared at his entirely bandaged body. Ridley could almost see her thinking that he was a poor thing and chiding herself for staring. She shook her head and squished her cheeks. “You’re so thin! Lucky you, I was just finishing up dinner. It’s your favorite, Homer~! You mind setting out the plates and showing our guest to the dining room?”

Marge didn’t wait for an answer, but instead bustled off to what was presumably the kitchen.

Ridley glanced at Homer and chuckled.

“You’ve got quite the woman for a wife. Lucky man.”

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Ridley | #800080 (Purple) | Post Count: 2
Marge | #fad7f6 (Pale Pink)

[Sam]

"Homer?"

The sweet voice of his wife was just what he wanted to hear. Walking indoors he gently placed the musket against the wall near the entrance and snuffed the lantern.

"W-well... I saw footprints and... a guest?"

He tilted his head walking closer, could it have been someone who had been trapped in one of those godforsaken contraptions? Seriously, where had they come from? From beyond the stars like meteors? Nonsense... there was nothing but inky blackness up there. Right? Homer followed his wife upstairs along with Fido.

"Marge, are you sure about this? We should at least call the Marines... these massive hunks of iron fell from the sky."

Homer said in a hushed voice to his wife, he eyed the door hearing Ridley's voice coming from the other side. Marge was always so trusting, it's why he loved her. She had a good heart, but the world was full of danger... even in Cinna Island one of the safest locations in all of the South Blue. That's when Ridley came out, an odd tall man covered in bandages... Homer narrowed his eyes suspiciously, eyeing Ridley with his intense dark eyes. Odd. That is all he could think about.

"Yes dearest, I'll go fix up the table..."

The farmer let out a sigh as he watched his wife leave. Just before he could head off to the dining room, Ridley commented. Homer lifted a brow. Maybe he should follow his wife's example, he smiled at the strange man.

"Yeah, I guess I do... haha. Say, want a beer?"

~~~

Meanwhile outside, Blair was eating of the trash can stuffing his face with leftover foods. Gross moldy cheese, stale bread, rancid meats. It all tasted awful, but it didn't matter to him, he was so hungry he needed it. It felt like he hadn't eaten in days!

"Breeeeee!"

Came the chuckle of a raccoon who was slinking off with a piece of half-bitten steak. Blair turned around having felt the scent of meat, something he was especially craving... drool began to pour out from between his lips. A hiss came from between his lips as he looked down at the small mammalian creature trying to run off with the meat. The raccoon stood on both its legs dropping the meet down, it too hissed and bared its teeth.

"Gyaaak!!"

Blair screeched, as he lunged at the creature ready for a fight. As he did so he knocked a few of the trash cans... making a ruckus.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #DFFF00 (Postcount: 3)
Ridley | Purple | #800080
Marge | Pale Pink | #FAD7F6
Homer | White | #FFFFF

[Fox]

Ridley felt a wave of relief wash over him when the husband offered him a beer. He’d felt an awkward sort of tension between them, but it seemed like the husband was willing to give him a chance. Ridley nodded, chuckling softly. He extended a hand out to Homer in a friendly gesture.

“Ah, pleased to meet you by the by! Ridley. O’Bannon Ridley. I’m a doctor by trade,” he said, feeling a bit strange. It had been so long since he’d given someone a casual introduction like this. Or had it been just yesterday? Ridley scratched the back of his head, disconcerted that he couldn’t really remember. Why was his sense of time so messed up? His thoughts were interrupted by a ruckus outside. Hm? Ridley turned toward the door and smiled at Homer.

“I’ll go see what that is. Please, don’t trouble yourself.”

Wanting to make himself useful, Ridley jogged toward the door and opened it. He shut the door behind himself and walked around until he saw the knocked over trash cans. Something was moving in the darkness beyond them. He cleared his throat and wiggled his arms at the darkness.

“Hey…!” Ridley began softly before projecting his voice a bit louder, “Go on now, shoo!”

As he stepped forward, Ridley could just make out a strange silvery form on all fours. Wait, that was… familiar. It was… the same sort of suit that he’d been wearing!

“Wait, are you…?”

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Ridley | Purple | #800080 | Post Count: 3
Blair | Chartreuse | #7FFF00
Marge | Pale Pink | #FAD7F6
Homer | White | #FFFFF

[Sam]

"Well met Doctor O'Bannon, I'm Homer Davis."

The farmer introduced himself, leading the way to the kitchen. He got to open the fridge, cool air hit his bronze skin as he went to reach out for a beer when all of a sudden a ruckus was heard outside. Fido, the dog perked up his ears and began to growl.

"Those damn coyotes at it again!"

Homer grumbled standing up straight, but before he could walk outside his guest offered himself up. The farmer tilted his head, biting his lower lip.

"Take the gun, Doc... try not to get mauled by them coyotes."

~~

Outside...

There was loud screeching in the darkness as Blair scared off the raccoon who slinked out into the brush. The sickly-looking man was on all fours, his eyes glistening in the darkness like a wild animal... mouth salivating almost unnaturally. Quickly he turned back to the stake, crouched like a wild beast... sinking his triangular teeth into the sour-tasting beef.

"Hey…! Go on now, shoo!”

Came a voice from behind Blair, immediately causing the hairs in the back of his neck to stand. His heart began to race, as he noticed an intruder entering the scene... a much more dangerous one. Slowly, he turned to look at the tall man whose voice was nothing like the farmer's... a new person. Blair's eyes were wide and shot, his fight or flight mechanic was going haywire and yet his actions were steady... calculated. His eyes shifting about in the darkness, evaluating everything. He was primal.

But he wasn't stupid. Doctor Moreau knew exactly what he was trying to accomplish... a hunter who could grow and learn. An ever-evolving consumer. Blair was frozen in place and it seemed like the purple figure before he was also halted. Almost shocked by his presence... the primal man didn't move an inch awaiting the other creature before him to make its move. He wasn't being aggressive, no his voice was soft... curious... like him.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #DFFF00 (Postcount: 4)
Ridley | Purple | #800080
Marge | Pale Pink | #FAD7F6
Homer | White | #FFFFF

[Fox]

Ridley was frozen to the spot, his eyes frantically scanning the creature in front of him for details. He soon found the one he was looking for. Two characters were stamped on the front of the suit. Ridley managed to pick them out as the person in it turned to face him. 03. So there were at least three of them. Watching his movements, Ridley could tell a few things. That whoever this was was male. Was tense. And was watching him very closely in return.

Making no sudden moves, Ridley kneeled down very slowly and deliberately. He turned his palms up as a sign of non-aggression and slowly unbandaged his hand. On his palm were the characters ‘02’ branded into his blackened skin. Ridley tried to relax his body as much as possible to convey that he was not a threat and meant him no harm.

“Hey there…” he began softly, “I’m like you, see?”

He pointed to the characters stamped on the suit. He wasn’t entirely sure if the man could understand him or what his memory was like. It didn’t seem good because he had been eating out of the trash. But. Perhaps he could remember how to speak? If not, Ridley at least hoped that the other man could understand what he was saying.

“I’m a friend. Are you alright? Can you understand me?”

Ridley kept his voice soft and warm, but his tone was laced with concern. Whatever the case, he felt compelled to help this person who had suffered alongside him. There were at least three of them. There were probably more. Ridley’s breath shook slightly. Would Doctor Moreau come looking? He had to find them all before that could happen, he decided. He’d keep them safe. It wasn't a hard decision to make. It was just the right thing to do.

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Ridley | Purple | #800080 | Post Count: 4
Blair | Chartreuse | #7FFF00
Marge | Pale Pink | #FAD7F6
Homer | White | #FFFFF

[Sam]

He spoke, the purple one spoke again... his tone was soft. Non-aggressive, Blair stared at the man with caution. He couldn't understand the man but he could see that he meant no harm. Still, he could be hiding something... like a wild animal, he was still not fully trusting. His green eyes shaking slightly at the sight of Ridley. The symbol... the number it was similar to the one on his shirt.

Even in his primal state, Blair's genius shown... he was capable of recognizing patterns and symbols. The 02 on the other man was like the 03 on him, had he been the other one in a pod? Maybe. Was it him who put him in the pod? No... the one who had done it had an 01 on his suit. That much Blair could remember, although the memory was blurry.

That's when Ridley said a word. One that triggered a memory. Friend. Yes... his head began to pound. Blair put his hands over his head and crouched. The memory, he saw himself as a child... in a dark place. One with metal buildings that reached the seemingly infinite sky... the sky was grey... dark... like the night. Except it wasn't night. No, it was something else. Like black... mist? Smoke? That covered the heavens. Yes, that. There was someone else, a young girl with red locks and freckles. Both of them were outside a building... one with large windows... that had odd simples outside. "OPEN", "30% OFF", CLEARANCE". What did any of those symbols mean? No matter, the girl with him was more important, she was smiling as she lunged herself at him and gave him an embrace. Blair flinching in memory as ahe did. It felt warm. Good. Safe.

"You're such a good friend!!"

The girl spoke, her face was somewhat obscured. Likely due to the imperfections of the memory. But he had a friend. That had garnered some affection. So was the man calling himself a friend. Or was he the friend? He didn't remember being friends with a bandaged-up man. Rubbing his head, Blair looked up at Ridley.

"F-friend?"

He said, his voice somewhat guttural as he forced the sounds out of his vocal cords which he hadn't used for a long time. It hurt to speak, touching his throat Blair rubbed it slightly. But at least he remembered a word. He somewhat understood its meaning too. That at least was good.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #7FFF00 (Postcount: 5)
Ridley | Purple | #800080
Friend | Ginger | #BDA0CB
Marge | Pale Pink | #FAD7F6
Homer | White | #FFFFF

[Fox]

Ridley breathed a sigh of relief when the man echoed his own words back to him. It seemed as if that word had struck a chord with him. It was a good word to strike a chord on! Ridley nodded and tried not to sound too enthused by the progress made. It didn’t seem like the man understood him very well just yet… which meant it could be dangerous for Marge and Homer to discover them like this. So! He concocted a plan.

“Yes, friend,” he affirmed, trying to be reassuring. He gestured to himself. “My name is Ridley.”

He gestured to the man.

“Your name is…?”

It was entirely possible that the man didn’t remember his name. On the off chance he did, Ridley wanted to know it. Gesturing to the house, Ridley continued.

“Other friends are there,” he kept things simple. Judging from how the man was rummaging around in the trash, he was probably hungry. There were better things to eat than garbage. Still, he wasn’t sure if he should bring the man inside. It could be dangerous for Marge and Homer. But… there was a better chance that he could regain more memories of things in a home environment. Ridley slowly rose to his feet and extended a hand out to the man.

“Come with me to meet our other friends, please? There’s food too.”

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Ridley | Purple | #800080 | Post Count: 5

[Sam]

The green-haired man tilted his head, still sitting in a crouching ape-like position. He watched Ridley go on doing charades pointing himself and nodding that he was indeed a friend. But Blair didn't recognize this man, how come he didn't remember him. At the same time, Blair couldn't think it was a trick or a lie... he had no concept of lying or trickery. He was, innocent. Such ideas were foreign to him now. Pointing webbed hand at himself he repeated.

"Rid-ley?"

Mimicking the purple man's motions almost as if to ask if he was 'Rid-ley'and if so... then what did that even mean. Blair continued to tilt his head like a confused puppy.

"F-friend!"

He pointed at the purple guy. Then he pointed at himself.

"Rid-ley!"

Blair gave the man the strange man a big smile! Did he get it right? Was he going to win something? Food maybe? He liked rewards... felt like deserved one. But couldn't remember why he felt that way. Or understand that. It was reflexive. Instinctual. Something old from the past was creeping to him. So when Ridley extended his hand, Blair got close and sniffed it... only to see it was empty. How disappointing.

"Friend?"

He inquired confused, what did this other man want from him exactly. Blair's face shifted a bit as he now lifted a confused brow. He could only understand friend in the sentiences... and mimic another word. But nothing else. The sickly man rubbed his head with one of his hands, his face in a scowl slightly, frustrated by his inability to understand and comprehend. There was something that went beyond simple pattern recognition going on here and that made him uncomfortable.

"F-friend..."

Blair mumbled as he got on all fours and started to back away slightly. Eyes locked on Ridley, he wasn't sure he wanted to be here anymore. His senses were telling him it was best he move on while he could.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #7FFF00 (Postcount: 6)

[Fox]

“N-No, wait, I’m Ridley.”

Ridley felt like he was taking a step backwards in the conversation. He perked back up when the man drew close and sniffed his hand. Like… a dog looking for food? He looked disappointed when Ridley didn’t have anything in his outstretched hand. He looked confused, and then scared. Damn! He couldn’t let him run away. Not like this. Ridley hastily checked his pockets for anything that could convince him to stay.

“A-Ah..?”

Ridley pulled something out from one of the pockets. A candy bar? It must have been left there after the wash? Or maybe it was a treat from Marge for Homer, long forgotten. Whatever it was, Ridley was grateful for it. Ridley hastily unwrapped it and held it out to the man, taking a few careful steps forward.

“W-Wait! Wait. Here! You did good! Good job! Yes, I’m Ridley, a friend. This is a treat! Food!”

Ridley felt slightly ridiculous talking to a man like a dog, but if it was what got the job done, then he would do it! He just needed a few more seconds. Don’t come out yet Homer. He was just fine. It would be fine. He felt himself tense up in anticipation. Just another minute.

~~~

Meanwhile, inside, Marge walked from the kitchen into the dining room with a bunch of serving plates. She set them down on the table, then looked at Homer confused.

“Why, Homer, you didn’t scare that poor man off, did you? Where’d he get to?”

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Ridley | #800080 | Post Count: 6

[Sam]

The purple man wasn't too happy with Blair's statement of him being Ridley. He pointed at himself as if to say he was the Ridley. What was even a Ridley? Abstract things like names went over his head. Tilting it slightly the green-haired man looked at this Ridley fellow.

"Ridley."

He said, pointing at Ridley. That's what he was? But that didn't make him a friend? Blair was stumped and there was no food. No... not until Ridley showed him a candy bar. The primal man's mouth began to drool... saliva dripping from his maw.

"Friend! Food! Friend! Food! Ridley! Friend! Food! Food! Ridley!"

Blair jumped up and down like an excited monkey who was just shown his favorite meal. Without thinking it twice, he swiped the candy bar from Ridley's hand and crawled back just as quick to chomp on it as fast as he could. In less than a second, Blair had chowed down on the candy bar. His face was smeared with chocolate as he looked up at Ridley with his big round eyes.

"Friend!"

He declared! That's when a glint of light hit his eye. The other man was here... the one with the furry beast. No. Unlike Ridley he was dangerous. Bad news! Quickly without thinking it twice Blair got on all fours and darted into the thicket.

"Mr. O'Bannon! Are you alright?"

~~~

Moments earlier...

Homer tilted his head, that was a bold accusation. He would never! Besides the man was wearing his favorite set of trousers... he'd even hidden a snack in there. (Marge didn't like him munching on treats like that often, she wanted him to watch his weight.) Case and point he'd never let Ridley leave with those pants.

"What!? No... I just uhh... wait here, Marge. Let me check on him."

He quickly got up and grabbed the musket. Rushing outside.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #7FFF00 (Postcount: 7)
Ridley | Purple | #800080
Friend | Ginger | #BDA0CB
Marge | Pale Pink | #fad7f6
Homer | White | #FFFFF

[Fox]

Ridley smiled at the man’s antics, happy that he seemed to have gotten the message across now, but even more worried now that he was making a bunch of noise. The musket that Homer had asked him to take was at the back of his mind. He was worried. He was anxious for the man. And tense. Though it did make Ridley relax just a tad when the man looked up at him with those big puppy dog eyes. He was more than a little confused when the man suddenly darted away into the thicket. Perhaps that was why, when his guard was down, Homer’s shout from behind startled him.

His mind went blank. Instinct took over. Ridley went down on all fours, whirled around and lunged at Homer, grabbing the man by the neck before he could even react. It was too fast. He wouldn’t know what had hit him. Purple electricity sparked and discharged through Homer’s body. It only took a second or two for it to be all over.

The fog clouding Ridley’s mind cleared. At first, he was confused. Disoriented. He didn’t understand how he’d gotten here. He didn’t remember. When he looked around to get his bearings, he froze when he saw Homer on the ground. Prone and unconscious. His first instinct was to help, but seeing electricity sparking from his fingers and the bruising around Homer’s neck, Ridley inferred what had happened.

“N-No…”

Ridley stepped back, horrified. What… What had he done? Shaking his head, Ridley backed away… and ran into the thicket. He was panicking. His heart was racing and wouldn’t stop. Eventually, he tripped over something and fell face first into a small pond. Ridley picked himself up slowly, his arms shaking like leaves.

The water had caused some of the wrappings around his face to come undone, and, as the water stilled, he was forced to look at his own reflection once again. Into the face of a monster. Ridley shuddered and punched the pond’s surface, causing his reflection to disappear as he sprang away from it like it would set him on fire. His breathing was off. Too fast. He needed to slow it down. Breathe.

“Wh-What have I done…?”

Ridley stared at his trembling hands and pressed them to his chest. His voice came out shaky and wheezy.

“What have I done?”

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Ridley | #800080 | Post Count: 7

[Sam]

Homer fell on his back, instantly getting knocked out by Ridley's blast. In all honesty, once the man woke up he would likely not remember anything from that event and just assume he was struck by a stray bolt of lightning or attacked by a mutant coyote. That's how fast Ridley had pounced on him. But, while Homer wouldn't remember these events... Blair would most certainty remember.

Hidden among some ferns on the edges of the thicket he watched the whole thing unfold. Viewing Ridley's sudden attack of Homer... and while Blair viewed the latter as a threat and the former as an alley he couldn't help but feel something was off. Blair had no understanding of morality, at least not anymore. He was more beast than man at his current stage.

Even so, there was a basic underlying almost instinctual understanding of the order of things. The farmer didn't deserve what had happened to him. Blair knew that much. Why he had such a complex feeling escaped him though and ultimately mattered little to him. What mattered more was that the easy source of food was running away into the thicket seemingly in pain. That was no good.

Quickly, the green-haired man crawled his way toward Ridley. Following the trail of snapped sugar-cane that the man had left in his wake from running through the farm carelessly. It all lead to a pond. Good, Blair licked his chops. He was rather thirsty so this was a good sight to see. Crawling over, Blair walked past the man staring at his own reflection in disgust, and began to lick the water like a thirsty cat. Eyes closed as he did. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth and sat idly staring at the water which looked black underneath the night sky. A full moon was reflected upon the dark surface, displaying light across the entire opening.

"Ridley! Friend!"

Blair announced! He wasn't sure why the purple man was suddenly so downtrodden. But he didn't like to see him like that is all he knew. Tilting his head, the green-haired man looked at Ridley's disfigured face. Unable to grasp basic human prejudice at this level he was rather unphased by Ridley's appearance. It didn't startle or scare him in any way. Turning around to look up at the sky he stared at the Moon. Something about it seemed extremely familiar to him... and that's... that's when the words were seemingly whispered in his mind. A distant latent memory.

"Moon... t-the moon!"

The sight of it made him happy. He knew what it was. But didn't understand or know why. That part frustrated him slightly. He wanted to know. He wanted to learn.

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Blair | Chartreuse | #7FFF00 (Postcount: 8)
Ridley | Purple | #800080