DAY 1-2 - ROPING YOU IN [Claude will take the greenhouse over their last Oracle-related outing back at the Tree, with all the claustrophobia and misery that entailed. Here, though, being reduced to a tiny size comes with its own unique perils, not least figuring out where to stay and how to survive without being predated or crushed by something, or somone, much larger.
So, once the bearers have had time to explore and get their bearings, you can find him dragging along log-sized (compared to him) bundle of twigs to help pull together some ramshackle shelter, along with large strings of discarded garden twine to fasten it all together. He's a little out of breath but apparently not too frustrated about being tiny-sized, flashing a smile when he catches someone's eye.]
Want to help? We can make something to shelter more of us if we work together.
DAY 1-2 - NO SHROOM FOR ERROR [Or, perhaps you can find him looking up at the mushrooms that tower overhead. They're so tall, it's almost making him dizzy.]
You know, I think this one might be edible. Uh, probably. [They're hard to recognise from below... and he has no idea how they'd even eat something so big.] How about a little taste test?
[He's. Not specifying who should do the taste test, but he actually looks intrigued at the idea of his own experiment.]
DAY 9 - OH DEER [After a failed attempt to retrieve one of his lost belongings, Claude remembered blacking out with the force of some kind of powerful magic. When he came to, he... wasn't injured, but there was something very, very off with his lower half. When he looks down at his legs there's a surge of panic, but he realises he can't just lie here forever. Silco might not have been interested in offing him, or got spooked and left before he could finish the job, but...
He grabs the stem of a nearby flower and uses it to pull his torso up. A shaky, long foreleg uncurls under him, and he tries to use it to push himself up to an awkward sitting position on his haunches. Hayame did it like this, right? And then...
He stops, feeling something itching at his scalp, and he reaches up to scratch it and finds that his hand connects with--]
Gah! Really?!
[An antler! Two of them, in fact, as he reaches to find one on the other side of his head, too. He had, for all intents and purposes, been turned into half a stag. A stag centaur? Deer jinba? He had no idea, but this was going to prove troublesome.]
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[Claude will take the greenhouse over their last Oracle-related outing back at the Tree, with all the claustrophobia and misery that entailed. Here, though, being reduced to a tiny size comes with its own unique perils, not least figuring out where to stay and how to survive without being predated or crushed by something, or somone, much larger.
So, once the bearers have had time to explore and get their bearings, you can find him dragging along log-sized (compared to him) bundle of twigs to help pull together some ramshackle shelter, along with large strings of discarded garden twine to fasten it all together. He's a little out of breath but apparently not too frustrated about being tiny-sized, flashing a smile when he catches someone's eye.]
Want to help? We can make something to shelter more of us if we work together.
DAY 1-2 - NO SHROOM FOR ERROR
[Or, perhaps you can find him looking up at the mushrooms that tower overhead. They're so tall, it's almost making him dizzy.]
You know, I think this one might be edible. Uh, probably. [They're hard to recognise from below... and he has no idea how they'd even eat something so big.] How about a little taste test?
[He's. Not specifying who should do the taste test, but he actually looks intrigued at the idea of his own experiment.]
DAY 9 - OH DEER
[After a failed attempt to retrieve one of his lost belongings, Claude remembered blacking out with the force of some kind of powerful magic. When he came to, he... wasn't injured, but there was something very, very off with his lower half. When he looks down at his legs there's a surge of panic, but he realises he can't just lie here forever. Silco might not have been interested in offing him, or got spooked and left before he could finish the job, but...
He grabs the stem of a nearby flower and uses it to pull his torso up. A shaky, long foreleg uncurls under him, and he tries to use it to push himself up to an awkward sitting position on his haunches. Hayame did it like this, right? And then...
He stops, feeling something itching at his scalp, and he reaches up to scratch it and finds that his hand connects with--]
Gah! Really?!
[An antler! Two of them, in fact, as he reaches to find one on the other side of his head, too. He had, for all intents and purposes, been turned into half a stag. A stag centaur? Deer jinba? He had no idea, but this was going to prove troublesome.]