[open]

[traumaticus]

Who: Whitey the White Boar of England (and Richard) & You!
Where: around Aldrip
What: Whitey takes on Aldrip! So technically a catch-all log for July
Warnings: None at the moment!



I - The City


[Whitey is a noble boar! He doesn't need to sniff around the ground for scraps of the food nor sleep outdoors in the woods. While he might be rather smaller size when compared to other wild boars he is well-fed and his coat is fine condition. He's clearly being cared for. But despite of his noble standing and pampered lifestyle doesn't mean that he's lost the touch with the world outside of the grand halls of the castles. Nah, in fact he still preferred to trot the paths of forest, sniffing the ground for fallen acorns or other hidden treats, rolling around in the bed of leaves and going for a brief swim in the lake.

Unfortunately, however, his current surroundings in Aldrip did not really provide him with such opportunities. Back at home Whitey had been able to navigate around the streets of London, but even those seemed to be different in city of Aldrip.

Well, nonetheless! Immediately after his sudden arrival to this world the boar had made sure to familiarize himself with his new home, no matter how temporary or permanent it might be. He mostly trots the dark alleys, swiftly escaping the sight of any curious on-lookers. However, those with keen eyes (or otherwise who're just very perceptive of the surroundings!) might notice a quick flash of white fur disappearing behind corners of buildings, slip past small crooks and holes in the streets and so on.

However... There are still moments when Whitey overestimates his own abilities and he finds himself from a pickle or two!]

Meep!! [His highpitched cries can be heard as he either finds himself getting stuck on a hole in a fence that tried to get through. Or when he tries to cross a road and is nearly tramped by busy people on the sidewalk, making him trip and fall on his side. Or maybe he gets in trouble with the local stray population, being chased by dogs and alley cats. After all. He is nothing but a coward. Well, either way. Poor thing. Help him out.]

II - Farm & Outskirts

[Whitey is a noble boar. He doesn't need to--- yeah, you get the picture.

Ok, the heart of the city had proven to be more trouble than what the little boar had thought. But luckily there seems to be an actual farm not too far from the city! What blessing.

Whitey enjoys his time at the outskirts and around the farm. He openly frolics around the field, rolls in the flower beds, snifs and pokes the ground with his snout while looking for hidden treats, takes a nap in the sun. Heck, he might even feel courageous enough to wander to the woods, though never too far into it.. You know! Your very usual boar behavior.

Anyway, he still is very timid so if anyone tries to approach him, be they human or animal. Though, how well he succeeds in that is another thing.]


III - Richard


[Whitey can also been spotted outside of his solo adventures around the town. During those times he can be seen accompanying a rather short and thin looking young man in dark, who's normally carrying a sword or another similar kind of weapon and looking hella moody and sulky. But that's the Duke of Gloucester for you! Sometimes he might stop and reprimand the pig, tell him not to stop in middle of sidewalk or get lost or eat garbage off the ground. To which, Whitey only lets out a defensive grunt. Because excuse you, mister! He's not the one needing the help here!

But having his human companion around also does make Whitey more brave and cheeky than when he's on his own. Meaning, that he might as well try approach a person on his own, especially if the said person happens to be enjoying themselves on a cafe or restaurant or something alike to it. He might just as well walk up right next to their table and look up with the saddest brown eyes you've ever seen! Surely you have enough heart to part with at least a bit of your food? :C

Well, whatever your choice is it doesn't matter because there's a harsh and commanding voice coming not too far from Whitey and his target;]

Oi, Whitey! Stop that.

IV - WILDCARD

[Hit me with your own TL! Also Richard can be included in both I and II prompts here if you wish so lmao. Also, while Whitey is just seemingly your average boar he also is somewhat supernaturally aware, if that makes sense?

Also also, if you want prompt/tl with just Richard that's fine too. I'll use this log as catch-all log for him. ]

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iii.

[incorrigibles]

[ charles, meanwhile, is having a problem. he'd sat on one of the tables in the cafe just to people-watch, one of his favourite activities to do back home when he'd been bored — only, there's a slight issue: that people here can actually see him. and that means they expect him to order something, because why else would you go to a cafe, and so there charles sits, with a croissant on the table, untouched, and with a furrow in his brows.

because, see, it'll be real rude if he just leaves it there, right? but it's not like he can eat it. ] Bugger, [ he mutters, but then, it's as if a miracle happens: a white boar suddenly appears right next to him, eyes pleading for a little morsel of food.

and charles grins. the grin doesn't go away when the boar's... owner?? marches closer with an admonishment at the ready. ]

Nah, don't worry about it, mate, this just about solves all my problems. Can I feed him? Her? It?

[traumaticus]

[See? That's Whitye for you. Always finding people in need and ready to help them out of perils they face. That was absolutely his plan when he spotted this human (???) sitting all alone, aloof and struggling with his pastry. The brown eyes simply gleam at the grin he received, excited that this person gets him and has big heart to partake with the fancy treat on his plate.

Richard, however, looks nowhere as ecstatic...

He looks at the offending pasty with a harsh and judging eyes. Like, wtf is with that sus bread?]

Nay. He does not need to get any fatter than what he is already.

[incorrigibles]

Oi, [ says charles, laughing, ] We don't discriminate here.

[ though to be fair the pig does look quite... round. but oh well! charles shrugs, as if to acquiesce, because who is he to argue with the owner? however... ]

Right, so, can I feed you, then? [ cue his most charming smile directed at richard as he pats the table opposite him, as if to say, come on and sit down, won't you? ]

[traumaticus]

'Meep!' [Whitey cries in a protest. Don't you believe him, Charles! He's in perfect condition! All the roundness is because of his fluff. Then, he let's out an offended snort and trots to the other side of the table, seemingly deciding in Richard's behalf that they're indeed staying.

Richard, in return, looks at the boar with displeased glare before a sigh of defeat escapes from him, the harsh tension deflating from his shoulders. Fine. If Whitey wants to stay they might as well. So, wordlessly he walks around the table, pulls a chair for himself and sits down.

What now?]

iii

[entreats]

[ ... oh no.

Ange was definitely enjoying her meal at a cafe all by herself. But she's at least aware enough of her surroundings - read: forced to be aware at all times because one of those terrifying Social Types might otherwise sneaks up on her - that she realises something has moved up to her table. But it's not a person at all. No, Ange has to look all the way down to spot it's actually..

Cute.

It's cute.

As Ange stares at the boar, she can't help but think it's weirdly cute.. Maybe it's that look it's giving her. And when she follows its gaze, Ange is smart enough to realise what the animal is looking at.

Even though she can't say or do a thing before there's already a voice calling out. Ange looks up and over at its source, almost feeling a little disappointed there's a person involved now. That's always harder to deal with than just an animal.. ]

Whitey? Is this one your friend? [ Ange is looking at Richard, so it's likely she's asking him the question, rather than asking the boar if Richard is his friend.

(Ange would have prefered to do the latter, but is unfortunately also aware it's not exactly the more socially acceptable option.) ]

another whitey tag just for her

[traumaticus]

[Ah bless her! Whitey takes a few steps closer when their eyes meet, gently poking her calf with his snout. Hope you don't mind that it's a bit cold. But Whitey's clearly glad that he's managed to make this small connection with a new human. Now, mind sharing a piece of your delicious food as a sign of good faith?

---Though, then they are unfortunately by the human that Whitey keeps dragging along. Sorry, Ange. You know how it's with rescues, you need to take extra good care of them and make sure to socialize them properly. Please bear with him,]

[traumaticus]

[---Anyway!

Richard, on the other hand, gives his animal companion a scolding look before turning his attention to the young girl who's meal the boar had disturbed. Crossing on hand over his chest, he offers the girl a small and apologetic bow.]

My sincerest apologies, young lady. Usually he is far more well-behaved than this.

blessed by whitey... :(

[entreats]

[ The first thing that registers with her is the fact that the stranger is weirdly formal. Nothing she hasn't encountered here before, considering some people seem to come from worlds that adhere more closely to a time from before her own, back when that was more normal, but it still makes her blink for a moment.

(It's mostly just that Ange doesn't really expect anyone to approach her respectfully, given past experience.)

She recovers rather quickly though, shaking her head. ]

It's fine. I don't mind.

[ Ironically enough, given how many social things Ange does mind when they're coming from humans.. Whitey gets away with it because he's just that cute. And not a human. ]

I just think he's hungry. Can he have human food? [ Look, she's nice enough to ask Richard, considering she definitely does not want to accidentally poison his pet. She'd never forgive herself. Just look at that cute little snoot..!! ]

[traumaticus]

[Richard might not be the womanizer that his brother was but he still respects manners enough to address a lady properly. Especially if her mealtime was interrupted because of him. Or because of his gluttonous companion.

Speaking of which, Whitey seems rather ecstatic about the fact that Ange seems to get him. To prove just how loveable he is Whitey proceeds to brush his cheek against her leg. Feel how soft and fluffy his coat is!

Richard, however, remains unimpressed.]

Hey, stop that. [He commands, crouching down on the floor to put a hand on the boars side to push and direct him away from Ange.] He is always hungry. It is wise not to give in to his tricks and pleading. He is already fat enough as it is.

i.

[opheliac]

[ it certainly is a busy day in aldrip, not that jinx understood the reason for the town's bustling, beyond it might be getting closer to lunchtime or maybe there's a celebration going on that she is unaware of. nevertheless, the girl strolls through the streets with a plastic bag in hand. inside, there's an enormous amount of paper wrapped sandwiches with a few other goodies (chips and cookies) stored neatly. the food is enough to feed a party of six, but in reality, it's all for her. the many side effects of having shimmer coursing through one's bloodstream is needing to eat an unusual amount of food to keep the body from feeling frail, especially when the serum was originally meant for fuel and energy purposes.

but it's that high-heaved screech that stops her in her tracks, and she cranks her neck over to seek for the source. there on the active roads, jinx spots the piglet attempting to make his way through before plummeting on his side when he gets knocked down. and of course the locals continue on their way without assisting the animal or paying it no mind of his troubles.

and her fellow chosen tend to wonder why jinx treat the residents the way she does. it's because deep down, in her perspective, they seem to care very little about dilemmas such as this. or maybe they're not programmed to care about it besides themselves and some of the chosen. animals are the bottom of the food chain, so it's every living organism for themselves. ]

[ despite her terror, jinx always had a soft spot for creatures or at least, always treated them respectfully — because in some cases, they're way easier to deal with than humans and sometimes more enjoyable in company. blowing air through her nostrils, the girl makes her way down the road to the piglet until she stands over him with an unimpressed expression glowing on her face. ]

What are you doing, Bacon? — This is not where you need to be.

made this icon just for this tag

[traumaticus]

[It's a cruel and unfair world, Jinx! Or multiverse! Though that concept might just as well be a tad too vast and complicated for Whitey's tiny mind.

Unfortunately, Whitey is more or less used to such reaction by humans. As most of the times they do not either pay any attention to him or, if they do, try to chase him around. Either for amusement or for food. Though this is a first time he's had to watch out for traffic like this!

He's struggling and wiggling on the pavement, trying his best to flip to his side and back onto his feet when he sees a sudden shadow loom over him. He stops his moving, and nervously looks up with his tiny brown eyes]

Meep?

i feel honored

[opheliac]

[ when he peers to her, she cocks her head to one side wordlessly, like a crow inspecting the other animal if it's worth their time to do anything about. but the girl crouches to the piglet's level and assists him by nudging him to be back on all fours. and if this successfully happens, jinx then extends her arms out to the animal. ]

I'll carry you across. Or get stomped on again, your choice.

[traumaticus]

[Whitey greatly appreciates the assistance! Once he's back on his feet the boar shakes his coat, trying to get rid off the dirt of pavement. But then he sees the hands extended to his direction.]

M-meep? [Whitey looks up with nervousness in his eyes. Like, um?? Sure go ahead Jinx. If you are sure. He sure weights over 200 pounds?]

ii, richard can say hi if he wants!

[starringsecond]

[If there's one thing a guy from a less modern time and a boar can appreciate, it's the the less bustling sections of the countryside. Modern technology is very convenient, mind you, but Yuri yearns for some nature with his peace and quiet sometimes. So there he is, resting on top of one of the tree branches by the forest entrance.

At least, that would have been the plan if not for the telltale sound of oinking reaching his ears. He's not that close to the livestock, is he? Sure enough, the moment he sits up he spots the very bright coat of a boar trying to inch close to the forest.

Off the bat he knows he's way too clean to be a wild boar, and a bright coat like that doesn't make the best of camouflages against predators. He must be a pet, then - so what is he doing out here, so far away from the city?

Thing is, the forest isn't exactly the safest place for such an animal. He'd rather scare him away from going inside. So the best course of action here would be...

To jump down from his resting spot and suddenly land right in front of the poor thing!]

Boo.

[He adds flatly. You know, just in case that wasn't startling enough.]

he just might! Stop bullying his pig!!

[traumaticus]

['Ah! What a lovely day. Perfect for a walk in the forest!' Or something like that might be going through Whitey's head as he strolls through the peaceful meadows, heading towards the entrance of the woods. Or then it might just be he knows that's the best place for him to find his human companion. Either practicing his swordmanship or hunting, seeing that's pretty much all that he does nowadays. Oh well. It's a good thing that Whitey's here then. Someone gotta fill up that man's daily life.

Well, anyway! Whitey is completely oblivious to the man perching on a tree branch above him. So, when Yuri drops down, smoothly landing right in front of him it does catch him by a surprise]

Meep!?! [The boar cries out in a surprise as he flails, quickly turning around to run off to seemingly opposite direction. It's truly a miracle that he doesn't trip over his little feet there. But instead of heading back to the farm he runs a circle around Yuri, disappearing into the woods.

So, oops.]

it's bullying for a good purpose!!

[starringsecond]

[Poor Whitey was so quick to scamper away that he was practically a white blur as he left behind a dumbstruck Yuri, a heavy sigh full of lament now that his plan absolutely backfired.

‘Oops,’ indeed. Why can’t every pet be as smart as Repede?

There’s no denying the fact that this was entirely his fault. And he already had this entire monologue about how the woods would be so dangerous for a domestic boar with a coat that would make him stand out in any season save for winter, so…

Yuri makes a whole performance of sighing like he’s being dragged unwillingly into this business, but he already had full intent of rescuing the poor boar from the very beginning.

Here’s hoping that he’s not someone else’s bacon before Yuri can catch up.]

i; richard can pop in later if he wants!

[laserguy]

[That sure is a pig struggling on its side there. And okay, everything is a different shade of red to him, but he can still tell that the flailing animal on the ground is different from the normal colors that he associates with boars. A special kind of boar then? Wouldn't be the weirdest thing he's seen or heard since living in Aldrip. You know, he might as well see a unique boar as he was walking back home with a bag of groceries in hand.

But hey, he's not a complete dick. He's not going to leave Whitey to struggle on his own. Guess it's better if he gets to him than the local butcher. Although, he is a fan of bacon...

Nonetheless, the mutant kneels down by Whitey after placing his bag down, both hands reaching out to help pull the boar back onto his feet.]

Hey, stop moving around so much. [...Why is he talking to an animal???]

noted. he might even reward you for this good deed.

[traumaticus]

[It's a good thing that you are talking an animal, Scott! Otherwise Whitey might actually freak out more to have a stranger grab him.]

M-meep? [Whitey squeals as he stops his struggling, looking up to his savior. And Tada! Once he's back on his feet the look in his brown eyes change from confused to more calm, though somewhat reserved gaze. Though, all traces of hesitation or nervousness disappear instantly when he suddenly registers the back of grocery bag on the ground next to him.

With a huff he turns his whole attention on it, poking it a little with his snout.]

[laserguy]

[Oh good, the squealing stopped. That was starting to get a little annoying, even if he can't fully blame a wild boar for acting like... a wild boar. Although, he's really starting to have his doubts about that, as his fur felt finely brushed when he grabbed him. Like he's normally well taken care of. It doesn't help when Whitey suddenly shifts his demeanor, turning from that scared animal into something calm, like he's trying to preserve all dignity.

You know, he can kind of respect that. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.]

Heh, there you go.

[What a strange animal-- hey he's sniffing his bag!! Scott lightly prods Whitey in the side.] Come on man, don't just poke your snout into people's stuff. Ask first.

[Scott, you're telling an animal to talk to you.]

But hungry, right? I guess I might have something.

[He looks into the bag, shuffling his hand inside to see if he can feed Whitey something. What are the ethical implications if he fed this boar ham??? Probably best to just stick with... bread? What, it's not like he knows what's good for boars, they can probably eat anything!]

för söndag

[traumaticus]

['Why do you keep coming here?'

Joan's voice rings through Richard's mind as he's walking towards the shabby, wooden church standing near the Adlrip outskirts. There is no response from Richard, which only encouraged the Witch further as she appears to loom above him in the air.

'No, really. Why? What are you seeking here? You were never this devout at home so what is different? Do you really think that all of this self-flagellation is going to make God see you? Forgive you and love you?' The witch scoffs out a laughter. But seeing that Richard still continues to ignore her, she just burst out into a quick laughter. She knows that no matter how much Richard tries to push her away, her words will always reach to him.

Because yes, she is right. "What is the point in all of this", Richard thinks of himself as he presses his hand against the flat surface of the church door, reaching for the knob. There is no God in here. He's known that since the day one. And this wooden building is nothing but a barren, cheap imitation of a place of prayer. He hated it and yet.. He did feel compelled to visit it regularly, leaving small donations each time. There were no paintings or icons of the saints, nor a crucifix placed on the altar. So, yes.

What is the point?

Richard pushes the door open and steps inside. But he doesn't get far past the threshold as he is frozen mid-movement, wide eyes full of wonder as he stares at the vision in front of him.

There is a beautiful man standing right in middle of the hallway to the altar. The man is seemingly dressed in full white from head to toe. The beautiful hair looks like it was shining, as the rays of the sunlight peeking from the church windows were bathing the locks in their radiance. The small wings peeking underneath the fair locks and the golden circle above his head catches Richard's eyes.

He can't breathe. Fear stilling the air in his lungs as he watches the apparition in front him.]

that's him!!

[aeolianmode]

[ There's a part of Sunday that hates how he's drawn to this sanctuary. It is reminiscent of his days spent sitting in the confessional booth as part of his Bronze Melodia duties. Those days brought him no joy, and yet, perhaps he nevertheless longs to cling to threads of familiarity.

He's silently inspecting the extremely sad altar. This church has certainly seen better days. It appears someone has taken note of that, for there is a small amount of money nestled within the offering plate. How quaint, he thinks to himself, that someone has taken pity upon this seemingly-abandoned chapel. It is for that reason his back is turned to the church's entrance, offering Richard a complete view of his robes, ear-wings, and ornate halo -- unintentionally ethereal.

The sound of a door creaking open commands his attention. Sunday turns from the altar to take a glimpse at the newcomer with his golden eyes, offering the man a smile. ]

...my apologies. I did not intend to trespass, if that is the cause of your troubled expression.

hello grandma... it is me... anastasia.

[traumaticus]

[Richard stares at the man---, no the divine in front of him with large eyes, full of wonder and disbelief. It's almost as everything happens in slow-motion in front of him, the way the man turns around, lips curving up in a soft smile as the words leave off his lips. It was like the gentle radiance emitting from the man was strong enough to cover rest of their surroundings underneath it. Even Joan seemed to have just evaporated into thin air just like this. No doubt she was shaken by the presence of something that had no other words than otherwordly.

But Joan wasn't the only one.

The wonder, amazement and what have you melted away from Richard's eyes, fear raising to the surface from somewhere within him. It's a deep-rooted fear that those of born in darkness would feel in presence of holy. He should not be here. He needs to leave! The Angel, or whatever this man was, is going to kill him if he stays here for any longer. But Richard couldn't move. For whatever reason he felt like glued to the spot by the door frame, one hand clinging on the handle.]

Who.. Who are you? [He manages to muster, voice shaky and barely audible.]

i, during fox glitch

[foxphorus]

[ This is the first time Seimei's seen another animal of this size wandering around the streets of Aldrip. Too big to hunt, much too big, although that doesn't stop him from keeping downwind as he follows the strange thing for a little while to try and get some sort of read on them, see if they're another spirit or just a wonder of nature.

...A dim wonder of nature, perhaps. He'd like to think most spirits wouldn't get themselves caught so snugly under a fence.

But this is a nice opportunity to approach and not get immediately gored. Still with just a little caution in his steps Seimei will slink out from his hiding spot, thankfully on the side of the fence with the boar's head rather than their rear, stopping about a yard away to get some introductory sniffs in. ]

[traumaticus]

[Wow? Who are you calling a dim? Whitey's a royal boar mind you! Dining openly in the big halls of the castles and served by the staff! He's no ordinary boar.

But yeaah, Seimei might have a point there. Most animals would know better than try to ram through a small opening that they clearly do not fit. Guess living the pampered life has had its effect on the previous wildlife.

Whitey keeps struggling and cries for help, hoping that someone would come to his aid. A peculiar scent reaches his snout and --


But uh, oh. Oops. It seems like his screeching attracted a wrong kind of attention. Now, Whitey might be domesticated af but even he knows what a predator animal is!

So, when Seimei approaches him behind Whitey begins to trash around and screech even louder in panic. It's all futile though....]

2 - with human!Dara

[cursegod]

[Venturing into the forest may not be the best idea for Whitey. His white fur makes him stick out like a sore thumb against the foliage, and he doesn't have to go too far in to be spotted. Something stalks him from the shadows-- a hungry monster looking for prey. But before the creature gets a chance to pounce, an arrow whistles through the air and pierces it. The monster lets out a whimpered cry, scampering away deeper into the forest.

At least with that danger gone, Whitey only has to deal with a stranger dropping down from the tree branches overhead.]

Ah, another god? Messenger? [She may have met a certain fox before Whitey.]