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[open] apples and quinces, lemons and oranges
Who: Ned, open to all
What: Here be species-swap logs involving Ned the unlikely fertility god.
Where: Anywhere (preferably outdoors).
When: Duration of the event (58 - 61); put date in header, please.
Warnings: Blood, kidnapping, creepiness and general Ned-terrorizing? [will add more as necessary]
Ned wanders the town barefoot, leaving a path of fruit and flowers and vegetation behind him. There are daffodils and bluebells, hyacinths and crocuses, irises of all colors, primroses and poppies and periwinkle in profusion. When he stops to sit quietly under a tree, by the edge of the woods, the vines spread out from his body like paint creeping through water. They slowly wind their way up the trees, or else sprawl across the ground, swelling with strawberries and blackberries, grapes and kiwis, passionfuit and cherries.
He doesn't understand why it is happening, but from the sound of the messages over the communicator, everyone has been going through some strange changes. As far as Ned's concerned, being some kind of plant conjurer is better than some options.
Since he can't think of much else to do with his time, Ned lounges in the dappled shade and makes bouquets. All he needs to do is rake his hands through the soil and a few minutes later, up come the snapdragons, up come the cala lilies. He finds that, if he focuses on a particular kind of flower as he does it, sometimes it is mixed amongst the others. As he sits the hydrangeas are bubbling up around him, shielding him from view.
Ned isn't worried about resting in the woods, despite all the dire warnings he's heard in his short time here. He is at the very edge, just in the shade of the first few trees; the lions and tigers and bears can't possibly have any objections. So he lounges in his cozy bower, hazy, half-awake (he hadn't exactly slept well, the previous night), weaving crowns of camellias and garlands of gladiolus.
What: Here be species-swap logs involving Ned the unlikely fertility god.
Where: Anywhere (preferably outdoors).
When: Duration of the event (58 - 61); put date in header, please.
Warnings: Blood, kidnapping, creepiness and general Ned-terrorizing? [will add more as necessary]
Ned wanders the town barefoot, leaving a path of fruit and flowers and vegetation behind him. There are daffodils and bluebells, hyacinths and crocuses, irises of all colors, primroses and poppies and periwinkle in profusion. When he stops to sit quietly under a tree, by the edge of the woods, the vines spread out from his body like paint creeping through water. They slowly wind their way up the trees, or else sprawl across the ground, swelling with strawberries and blackberries, grapes and kiwis, passionfuit and cherries.
He doesn't understand why it is happening, but from the sound of the messages over the communicator, everyone has been going through some strange changes. As far as Ned's concerned, being some kind of plant conjurer is better than some options.
Since he can't think of much else to do with his time, Ned lounges in the dappled shade and makes bouquets. All he needs to do is rake his hands through the soil and a few minutes later, up come the snapdragons, up come the cala lilies. He finds that, if he focuses on a particular kind of flower as he does it, sometimes it is mixed amongst the others. As he sits the hydrangeas are bubbling up around him, shielding him from view.
Ned isn't worried about resting in the woods, despite all the dire warnings he's heard in his short time here. He is at the very edge, just in the shade of the first few trees; the lions and tigers and bears can't possibly have any objections. So he lounges in his cozy bower, hazy, half-awake (he hadn't exactly slept well, the previous night), weaving crowns of camellias and garlands of gladiolus.
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There is something simple - wonderfully simple - about the way the Hulk expresses his approval of Ned which makes it easy to answer simply. "I like you too." There's something about interacting with Hulk that is not unlike interacting with Digby, or any other animal. For many people, that comparison would probably be an insult, but it isn't to Ned. He's never thought of animals as being and less alive, any less complex, any less worthy than humans. It's harder for him to see that difference, when he lives with Digby, sees his moods and preferences and personality. It's also harder because his powers work on animal and human alike: alive is alive, and dead is dead.
What distinguishes humans, as far as Ned is concerned, is their hypocrisy, their insecurities, their tendency to use abstract philosophies and goals to justify cruelty on a scale that is inconceivable for other animals.
Ned thinks it's probably a good idea not to bring up... anything about what's gone on between himself and Tony. So instead he offers, "If you want more, there's plenty. Help yourself." Ned gestures at the bower around them, the various fruit trees with their trunks entwined by honeysuckle. There are apples and apricots, pears and plums, kiwis and kumquats.
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His gratefulness, his happiness, his sense of completion -- it's all growing to the point where it's nearly unbearable, or at least unbearable to handle without some kind of outlet.
Finally, he gives in by putting an arm around Ned and dragging him in close against the Hulk's side. There. He continues eating while cuddling Ned and quietly petting his head.
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Nevertheless, Ned is tense for the first minute or so, sitting stiffly within the Hulk's hold, hands curled into fists at his sides. But as the Hulk continues to stoke his hair - as if he were a pet - and not hurt him, Ned begins to relax. His hands loosen and he leans back against the Hulk's side, acclimating to the contact gradually. He is much more willing to accomodate this level of proximity, in his current state. All of the same reasons and instincts are still there, but muted; it doesn't seem as monumental, as difficult, as terrifying to be touching someone.
Soon enough, he stops worrying entirely. He just enjoys the companionable silence, becomes calm enough and relaxed enough to let his mind wander down into the plants, to get lost in the hazy trance of their growth.
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"Your powers are good. Better than Tony's. Do you need blood? I can get you a wolf." He doesn't know how these things work that well, but he's gotten good at hunting animals to try to make a stubborn vampire eat. By "hunting" he mostly just walks around in the woods until he's attacked, and then he grabs the animal in question.
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"One of the wolves is different from the others. He would be smaller and a lot nicer. He's my friend and I'd be very sad if anything happened to him. Can you ... please be careful not to feed him to Tony?" he requests, resting his head against the Hulk's side. Better safe than sorry. Ned hasn't crossed paths with Jesse in a few days, and he isn't sure the Hulk will be able to tell the difference between a werewolf and a dire wolf.
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The Hulk doesn't know yet that Ned's talking about Wheezy Man, who's also the Wolf Man who made Banner decide to be him after he got attacked. The Hulk can't complain too much about that turn of events, but he's also not thrilled that someone tried to attack Banner at all.