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Tangled Mess We Weave
Topic Started: Feb 9 2012, 11:12 PM (11 Views)
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Posted by: Recluse Mar 30 2011, 05:37 AM
Recluse stood at the base of what was one of the last clean and running sources of water in the area. His body still hurt from his latest escapade and he had plenty of bruises to show for it. And a shattered bit of pride. Having fled the forest and it's riches of food and escape the spider was now nearing no mans land. Near the boarder of both the forest and the once lush green landscape. But he wouldn't have known the difference. Time and time again he was being reminded that he was just simply an outsider and someone from a different world. But returning home was out of the question.

Wait he didn't have a home. He couldn't call his old hole in the ground a home but a dark hovel. And even then he had been smoked out and subjected to tortures by Mobian kind. Recluse was beginning to believe there were no more decent beings on this whole planet.

His first experience was just dealing with a loud mouth cat and a flat billed bird in the city. His second experience was dealing with a brutish and insane girl. The beating she gave him still showed and his jaw was still swollen.

Checking his reflection in the water that was still clear he tried to examine the damage. Most of it was superficial but it still hurt. Well he guessed he had it coming didn't he? It was hard making friends the way he looked. The moment others saw him it was either fear or disgust that kept them away. He didn't have a reputation only a dark and broody demeanor. Maybe a little intimidating because of his long black fangs and the flesh melting poisons he could produce. But he really wasn't all that bad... really. Cocooning others was the only way he learned to keep company.

Turning back to his little camp he made. Three tightly wrapped coons sat together, large, and around a stump. Breakfast, lunch and diner. It was the last of what he could gather in his quick escape. And judging from the size of two of them yes maybe they looked Mobian sized. But against what others thought he wasn't a cannibal. Mobians didn't taste very good. Wrapped in two were Forest Striders. Giant birds that roamed the forest and had put up a fight when he took them down but would provide him with enough energy to last for... however long he was going to be stuck out here. One was just something close to a shrew.

It was a good thing he didn't need a lot of food and was a survivor. These days were hard and even harder on those who didn't have friends.

Wanting to finish up his day with something other then pain the arachnid decided it was as good a time as any to enjoy one of his pre-wrapped meals. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to rest near a small waterfall but water was available and every edible creature needed water too. But the dangers of the world wasn't lost on him either. He had laid traps all around him with single lines of silk that would give him warning should anything come through.

It was like a fishing line being tugged. He had a bite! Something tripped his nearly invisible wire. Whatever it was he could hear it before seeing it. A humming. Tucking his food stores away for now he headed off in the direction of all the commotion. Moving with stealth and care. Thin strands of his silk was everywhere. Only the right kind of lighting would show it to the naked eye. The humming was getting louder.

Keeping himself close to the ground and relying on his own natural predatory senses. Glancing from between some bushes he saw it. A Gunner. The insect like Horde robot was an intimidating sight in droves but this one was alone. "Shame, was hoping for dessert.."

It was a spark of insanity that made him pick up and rock and toss it at the aimless robot. Maybe it was cut off from its pack? Why alone out here? Things any normal Mobian would think surpassed the spider. Instead he darted out of his hiding spot and mad a mad dash toward one of well placed traps. Just like the rest of the silk that littered the immediate area it was nearly invisible but he knew where and how to bypass them. Unlike the robot.

He dove at the right moment, the Gunner aiming it's dart gun at him. Unknowing of just how close he was to his own end. In that final moment the 'bot hit the wall of super sticky web mesh. Perhaps the silk wasn't enough to stop the bot but it was the secret behind it that would. The acidic properties in the fine protein based material would react on contact to the metal armor. Sizzling and burning into the Gunner. As the robot tried to continue on its warpath it brought with it nearly all of the webbing with it.

Having counted on a chase from then on Recluse didn't stop even when he heard the Gunner ram his first trap. Leading the robot to the river to finish the job. With the acid breaking down the hard outer shell if he could get it into the water he could easily short it out and have a nice little trophy to carry with him.

Posted by: Ozias Mar 30 2011, 07:54 PM
It’s been a good while since Ozias had left the marsh. After his long journey and series of adventure, the slime creature decided to move out from there. Although he had adopted this secluded place as his home and learned how to survive in there, he couldn’t get around the fact that the general gloomy climate and scenery played a viscous role on his moral overall. He had to find himself another place to live in if he wanted to keep what was left of his sanity intact and this is where his little expedition had led him. Greenhill Zone.

Although there was nearly twice as much robots than in the swamp where he used to reside and that most part of this place were barren sights, the sludge creature managed to literally sneak pass every robots he had encountered by melting down to a puddle and slither away unnoticed. Only one time he had to do something and actually destroy one of them by using his acid as he was getting too close to his new home by melting trough some part of its hull and oozing some part of his liquid mass inside it to roast his circuitry and move away before it self-destructed. He had grown used doing that to dispatch them, that guard bot never knew what hit him.

His new habitation was a surprisingly large, but not too shallow cave under a water fall. The surrounding cliffs and mountains acted as some sort of micro-eco system and made it hard for some robots to approach this place. Truly a nice spot, there was no denying that, not to mention that he had access to clear water whenever he wanted. His home was furnished with crude furniture he was able to make by using his tools and handymanship his father had thought him, such as some chairs, a table, a shelf to put his stuff in it as well as a closet with a door lying next to it; still missing the hinges, he never had the opportunity to finish it. He had brought a box full of nails, a hammer and a saw from his previous habitation in the marsh to help him with his construction alongside with some personal belongings such as the picture of his parents, his rubix cube and his small box full of gems to lighten up the place. He had also worked a small hole trough the soft rock using a guardbot’s metallic arm as a makeshift pickaxe that would be used to make fire camp and cook food.

Speaking of food, his rations were getting low and his fish net was probably not ready to pick up yet. He might need to go out and see what he could found as wild fruits or berries or anything that might be edible and growing up in this place.

Leaving home with nothing more than an empty bag, the sludge creature oozed out the cave as he let himself fall in the water, merging his legs together to form something similar to a large fin to help him swim around with easily until he slid out of the river onto the grass. His small escapade had then brought him to a small forest not too far from the water fall where vegetation seemed a lot denser. His search had led him to find some edible mushrooms, some wild berries, strawberries and some wild... apples? He didn’t know what those were exactly, but they tasted great anyway, so he picked them anyway.

As he ventured forth, something else caught his attention... it’s not until he stepped on it that he realized that there was webbing pretty much everywhere around him. His liquid nature made it so that he didn’t got stuck to it; in fact, the wires just went through him as he slid forward to see what this was all about. Was this a spider infestation? Unlikely... Judging by the size of the webbing, it seemed more like one big spider did this... Odd. Suddenly having this strange feeling that something was literally watching him, the mutt decided to turn around and head back to his home, eat some food and maybe come back later to investigate this whole thing further.

Posted by: Recluse Mar 30 2011, 10:09 PM
The robot didn't know what hit it. It was coated in the sticky webbing and slowed considerably. The stuff may have been soft but it was built like steel. Disposing of the Gunner had taken more out of the spider then he had expected. It was only a matter of getting it to the water where he proceeded to maneuver and avoid the darts. Using the last of his energy to produce enough webbing to literally drag the damn thing into the river. Frying it, water speeding into the ruined pieces of its armor. Smoke rising from it and a series of crackles and pops spelled the end for it.

Dragging it out onto the bank was another task of its own. His prize may have been ruined but it was just a matter of picking out the bits that might be salvageable and useful to him. Like the spare darts. Pulling it free from all the extra white silk he left it out to dry in the sun.

All this action had worked up his appetite. Guessing now was as good a time as any to enjoy his prepacked meal. He had earned it after all! Getting back to his own little camp was a lot longer then he had realized. Reclaiming his three coarse meals. And again before he could have a moment to rest and enjoy the sweet delights inside he felt that tug again. This time it was tripping in a steady line.

His heart thumped in his chest. Judging by the size of the thing tripping his traps it had to be huge. And not too far off. Hoping it was something edible this time. He was going to grow tired of the small mice and snakes and anything that grew on plants didn't seem to interest him much.

Recluse was as silent as a shadow and moved quick. Skilled in the ageless art of Stalking. Following the trail of webbing but oddly enough wherever he looked he could find no sign of it being touched or disturbed... He knew he felt it, something moving across them. What could trip his wires and not break them? They weren't built to take much damage only ensnare his prey.

It was only a few yards ahead he found just what was setting off his senses and avoiding his sticky traps.

He had seen strange things in his years of wandering. Heck he had seen a mutated crossbreed lizardape, which thoroughly gave him a savage beating, but what was "walking" along fell into a new category. It wasn't an animal at all nor a robot. It was as if it was walking puddle. With a face. He just had to know what it was, where it came from, why was it here.

So many questions! He needed answers, badly. Easily susceptible to obsession, he found something that would take his mind away from the woes of bitter loneliness. At least for a little while. He'd watch the Ooze... Slime... Water creature? He needed to know! Following along its trail back home, keeping to the shadows and out of sight. But his anxiousness would finally get to him.

He couldn't wait for Ozias to return back to his makeshift home. No, before the Mobian turned Ooze was able to break out of the forest and into the open he made his move. His trademark chuckle the only warning before he let loose a net of webbing over the once dog Mobian. Trying to ensnare it, tangle it up so he could get a closer look without any risk of harm to himself.

Posted by: Ozias Mar 31 2011, 08:03 PM
Going through some more webbing that were literally shrouding the area, the slime creature had no real issues going through it all, but his bag filled with goods on the other hand, got stuck several times already in those, but with much pain and effort, he managed to pry it from those sticky wirings and continue to walk his way out of this mess. Then again, as he went, the sludge creature couldn’t help but wonder once more what this thing could possibly be. A spider, obviously, but what specie exactly? Back at the boyscouts when he was younger and more... solid, he couldn’t recall their teacher listing “giant spiders” in dangerous wild animals and natural hazards.

Then this noise let itself heard... "Kuirrlllekekeke..." almost like some sort of sinister laugh that echoed throughout the small forest. Looking nervously everywhere around him, trying to find the source of the sound, the former mutt couldn’t see anything that vaguely resembled a spider, in fact, he couldn’t see anything but trees and webbing. This was now officially creeping him out. As he turned around and quickened paste, the ooze was met with net that came down from nowhere and literally covered his entire body. Already the trap had sunk a few inches in his liquid mass. Right now he could just walk and slip right through it, but his bag full wild fruits wouldn’t make it. Slightly annoyed by all this, Ozias frowned as he took control of his acidic nature and concentrated it on the net that had sunk in him. It only took a second for the slime being to literally slice his way through it as it now laid on the ground, still sizzling faintly.

Feeling that he might be in danger, the once Mobian decided to make a run for it. Attaching his fruit bag tight before engulfing it in his muddy self, he then let himself melt down to a puddle and slithered away as fast as possible. Sliding between rocks, dead branches, trunks and tree stumps as well as going through many bushes, the mutt did his best do zigzag a bit to perhaps lose whoever was probably tracking him down. After much pain and effort, Ozias eventually made it out of the forest as the vegetation became less dense and that the waterfall and river was now in sight.

A bit exhausted by this intensive “running” the ooze reformed only partially, not bothering to concentrate on a pair of legs, he just kept himself more-or-less composed over the waist level until he eventually made it to his hidden home. Going under the small waterfall, the mutt entered as he took one last look behind to make sure nothing followed him. Nothing did, apparently. Good!

Now cooled down, he could concentrate in preparing lunch. Looking at all the ingredients he had, such as all those wild fruits, some spices he had collected and stored and the fish he caught this morning... There were lots of possible recipes running around in his head that matched with the ingredients, but picking one was the real deal. A plate of grilled gingered salmon coated with wildfruits glaze seemed like an appetizing idea. Maybe some caramelized mushrooms on the side too...

His choice made, the former mobian gathered all the things he needed and started a fire before he began cooking, unknown to him that a certain lurker would probably hook on the succulent sent his whole preparation would gave off.

Posted by: Recluse Apr 1 2011, 02:15 AM
Snagging his prey in that sticky wet web Recluse thought he was finally going to catch hold of this strange creature. He saw the net fall on it and even felt it sink into its body. It looked to be struggling for freedom and the spider sought to finally jump down and surprise the ooze. What he didn't expect was the acid. Eyes widening in wonder and horror. andis poor webbing! It was being melted!

"Hmm..." Well he guessed trying to touch or poke the thing would probably be a very bad idea. But he wouldn't be deterred! Couldn't. It wasn't in his nature to give up. It wasn't the spider way.

He could alway try to poke it with a stick... a very long one.

Watching as Ozias managed to slip away. Not expecting something with no real form move so fast. For a short moment, when Ozias first became his puddle like form. Having to keep pace with him. Scurrying and dashing both through the trees and on foot for a short distance. Stopping then they both came to the break in the first. He wouldn't expose himself in to the light but he kept his keen eyes on him. Watching as the Mobian slime being seek his refuse in what the arachnid thought was simply a hiding spot.

Well hiding never worked on a wondering, curious and obsessive spider. He was a patient hunter and obsessive being by nature. He could out wait just about any other creature. Aside from robots of course. Tucked on a branch he waited and waited. And his mind began to wander. By instinct he'd stalk for food but it was his own personality that made him stalk for fun. Entertainment. To pass the overwhelming loneliness.

But right now food was all that was on his mind. But his food was stored a good distance away. And he wouldn't budge even if hunger was becoming a driving force. Couldn't loose sight of a prize like this. He could endure it, he told himself.

Time was lost on him. Minutes or hours, he couldn't tell. His stomach rumbled something awful. A pair of his arms rubbing the empty pit. He was glad the watery creature wasn't close enough to hear it may have blown his cover! Then that delicious smelling wave of cooked food hit him. His mouth watering almost instantly. It was torture. Sweet and delicious torture that begged for him to move in closer. But he would deny it! He couldn't move from hiding spot. It was a trap... a trap...

Recluse's body moved before his mind could catch up. Stalking over to the waterfall, the smell of something being cooked and even the sound of sizzling could be heard. At this point he wished he could see behind the wall of water and see just what waited for him. An ambush? A group of rebels or something else. Something worse. But all of this was just too much for him. Daring to come as close as he could he peered inside and catch sight of the oddest thing.

It knew... how to cook?

Posted by: Ozias Apr 1 2011, 08:45 PM
Once everything was done, Ozias couldn’t help but stare at it all. He really overdid himself on that one. The cooking was nearly perfect. Most people would’ve drop to their knee at the sight of such a meal, crying every last drop of their body in awe. But not him. Nothing was perfect until HE decided so. First thing to check on the list, the fish filletitself. Taking a fork, he stabbed it as he then twisted the utensil to take a better look at the inside. Looking at the color of the meat, he could tell if the cooking was good or not. He then concentrated on forming a more define finger as he stuck it in the fish, evaluating the heat.

The results were a near-perfect external cooking, the color was perfect and nothing was overcooked. The inside however, even if pretty much everymobian would’ve said it was fine, he judged, considering by the moisture, that he had let it cook for, perhaps, a little too long, resulting in it being slightly too dry. Next thing on the list was the wild fruit glazing. Plunging his finger in the small metallic cup that was filled with it the sweet nectar, he was able to taste it and draw some conclusions out of it. To make a long story short, the texture was perfect, but the taste was drowned by the sweetness of it. Meaning next time he’d need to put it on higher temperature for less long and mix more often. Then, finally, the caramelized mushrooms. Overall, those were perfect, though, the freshness of the aliments could’ve been better resulting in a rubber-ish texture, but he wasn’t the one to blame for that.

It’s only when he served his plate and ate nearly half of it that he realized that he had cooked too much of it. He had one heck of a digestive system, that he knew, but his appetite and nutriment absorption had his limits. That’s what happens when you set off to bite more than you can chew. Cooking while hungry was a bad habit of his... Oh well, there would be some hungry wild animals around that would want to eat that for him since throwing good food away was something completely immoral for him.

The sludge creature left the plate near a small cupboard near the coolness of the waterfall and wrapped some waxed paper over the plate to keep it clean from bugs. Sighing, he then turned around as he went for his bookshelf and pulled out his still unfinished rubix cube and began swapping it, trying to match all the colors.

-A bit of that then I need t-to find myself something else to do... B-boredom is killing me...

He added as he was trying to pull all the yellow faces on the same side without ruining the red, complete side that was next to it. Though, his short attention span made it hard to concentrate as he would found himself heads in the cloud every now and then for several minutes. Either thinking about something else, or nothing at all, blank and completely disconnected from this world. Shaking his head as he “woke up” and the once solid mobian put the puzzle where he had taken it and looked at his small box of gem instead that was next to it. Looking at those seemed like a better idea, especially since the sun was coming through the waterfall, he would be able to reflect light in them like he usually did and pass time, his numb mind mesmerized by the shininess of the games... and maybe later he could go out and stare at the sun? His eyes lacked sensibility now, after all... so there was no real danger and it was so pretty to look at too...

Though, unknown to him, something or rather... someone would break that dull routine of his any seconds now...

Posted by: Recluse Apr 2 2011, 04:33 AM
He had never seen someone so fully engorged in a task, aside from himself of course. Watching this being move with trained skill and with a seemingly meticulous eye for detail. Holding his stomach as he felt it rumble against his palm. Thankful that the rushing water drowned out the sound for the time being. Mouth watering, the spider never thought he could feel so empty. He had been used to going without a single bite for well over a week but watching a master of cuisine work was weakening his resistance. And watching the watery Mobian savor and eat with gusto was going to drive the spider up the wall!

Recluse only needed to wait till the ooze creature turned his back for him to make a move. But further curiosity kept his eyes on Ozias. He could tell a lot about a Mobian based on how they went about their lives and even the smallest actions and subconscious tendencies spoke volumes. This "home" was pretty bare and was decorated nicely but there was something it lacked. A pang of jealousy came and went. He missed having his own home, even if it was a hole in the ground.

Unable to really hear what Ozias said, instead he could only see the liquid mutt play around with something before he grew bored with that and moved on to something that shimmered and shined. Recluses dark violet eyes lit up. Not one for money or material things but when it came to shiny things he couldn't get enough of them.

He still had some shinies back at his "camp." And that robot to tinker with. And his food... Food... The emptiness in his gut groaned again. He could think about everything else later. That tasty smelling food was calling his name!

Daring to creep in closer Recluse passed the mouth of the caves entrance. Slinking over to the cupboard where the food had been stored. Carefully he reached for it while trying not to be caught. This little makeshift home wasn't very big and had few hiding spots for him and it would be easy to be spotted. But thinking about all those "what ifs" were making his head hurt. Though getting a meal wasn't what he had planned when he stalked the puddle here he planned on getting away with one! Now if he could only grab hold if it...

The bad thing about living behind a waterfall was all the moisture. Moisture made sense for a creature made of water. It didn't make things easy for a sneaky creature that needed a firm ground to creep along. He really had no idea how slippery the floor would be or how it all happened. One moment Recluse hand a firm hold on the plate and the next he was tumbling with it to the ground with a hard "thump!" Hitting the ground fairly hard the would be fish napper was sprawled out on the floor but still clutching the plate. He was almost afraid to look up and see he had been found out.

At this moment all sane and reasonable thought left his head. All he could see and feel was this thing latching out to eat him. Or beat him. Either one seemed possible. Bracing himself for whatever possible, he tucked his arms and legs in. Oh he could have made it out of there quick as his arms and legs could carry him but it was just that one part of him that would allow him to take his well deserved lashing. He was stealing, and he for one knew it was wrong.

A spider could still have morals!

"Just... don't touch the face.."

Posted by: Ozias Apr 2 2011, 11:12 AM
Completely absorbed by his shiny gem, the ooze creature didn’t even notice as a stranger was trying to infiltrate his new home. What he was holding in his hand was far more interesting that whatever could happen around him. The stone was roughly the size of a nutshell, deep blue and transparent. It was a sapphire and surprisingly enough, it was already cut. Who would drop such a beautiful thing? He had no idea... but then again, when you live in a world where robots only want to kill anyone without any second thoughts or remorse and don’t give two damn about what they’re victims have on them... you find yourself finding lots of things. A sad though came through Ozias’ mind thinking about what could’ve happened to the poor person who had this jewel once. By the look of it, it used to be a necklace as it has a hole for a string for it to pass, or a chain or something...

That’s when that noise coming out of nowhere made him jump literally off his chair as he then let out a

-AHH!

of astonishment. For a second there, he though a robot had found his new home, but a quick look as he recomposed himself, body and mind, concluded that it was nothing of such. It was actually someone! A person! A mobian nonetheless, wearing a dark blue, purple-ish sweater. Quickly enough he noticed the extra two pairs of arms that he had, alongside with his long, white hair, fangs, fluff around his neck as well as an insect-like abdomen at the bottom. He was a spider! So THAT’S where all this webbing came from! It all made so much sense now... Though, what was he doing here? If he was hungry, he’d soon find out that he’d be quite the slippery fish and wouldn’t taste all that great. And what was he holding there? His plate! The food he didn’t had time to finish earlier and that he had left near the waterfall.

Anyway, whoever this was... he didn’t seem to be very... menacing. The way he was protecting himself, his eyes closed. Something was definitely wrong here...

"Just... don't touch the face.."

Ozias raised an eyebrow. Did he seriously though he would hurt him? How absurd. That’s no way to treat a guest, after all... a bit intrusive and unexpected, but a guest nonetheless...

The sludge creature slowly slid toward him, not wanting to scare him off and took a closer look at him. This guy was scared to death, and bruises on his face seemed to indicate that he had a rough time dealing with something. He probably followed him here or something and tried to steal the food he cooked up once he picked up on the smell. Starting to feel bad for the poor thing, the slime creature laid his right hand on his shoulder.

-H-hey, don’t panic, I’m not gona hurt y-you... here.

He said as he removed the paper wrapping off the plate that the spider was holding so dearly.

-E-eat up, you look very hungry...

He added as he then slid slightly backward.

-My n-name's Ozias... what's yours? ... did you f-followed me up here?

Posted by: Recluse Apr 2 2011, 08:15 PM
Sometimes pain was all the spider knew. Having lived a life with a cold and distant family he was used the emotional pain but physical was something he still had to get used too. And something he didn't much come to like. But when he deserved it he guessed he couldn't stop it from coming. Like now he expected to have another thrashing. Like often those who found a spider, so unwanted, in their homes they quickly brushed it away back out into the cold. And he waited and waited for it.

Then nothing. Since Ozias had to feet Recluse couldn't hear him approach. Taking a chance he looked up from his slightly... pathic position. Eyes were sharp but he still had that hint of fear and timidness from lack of real contact. Jerking from the slime creatures touch. Even those soft, stuttering words he still couldn't relax. His face still showing signs of a fight he had lost. His expression was mixed with relief and perhaps a bit of gratitude for the kindness this being was showing him. Now faced with mixed emotions when Ozias backed off a bit.

Now would have been a perfect time to run and make it out with at least some dignity and his life. But he found himself once more captivated and curious over the ooze. Swallowing his fear and overall cowardence. Eying the now unwrapped food and feeling stupid for having gotten himself caught over some fried fish... some delicious smelling and cooked fish. He couldn't remember the last time he had a cooked meal. One that wasn't still fighting for its life as he ate it.

Hesitating a bit before he reached for the food. Pulling it toward him and then looking lost. No one ever offered him something to eat before. Most would think they were on the menu. Blinking with realization that the walking liquid biomass was even offering his name! Well... it sounded like a him. And the name was very masculine and now that he got a closer look he did have some male features. Where on Mobius could this Ozias being come from?

"....thank you..."

See, he could be polite and have manners! Poking at the fish before taking a bite... he nearly cried. It was so flavorful! He couldn't remember ever tasting something seasoned so perfectly. Not the usual one for fish but the texture and sweetness added to it made it almost melt in his mouth. He nearly inhaled the entire plate. Just about to lick it clean when he realized Ozias was watching him. But at least he had a full stomach! He couldn't be ashamed of being full! Nearly forgetting to offer his own name and it was only right since his host was kind enough to feed him. Putting the plate down. His cocky smile returning with mirth in his eyes. "Recluse. The name's Recluse. And yeah I followed you. What of it?"

It clicked quick in mind just how cruel his tone was. It was hard to remember manners when you lived without much social contact. His shoulders sagged, defeated. "And I'm sorry about... trying to catch you... and breaking in.."

Posted by: Ozias Apr 3 2011, 04:54 AM
The slime creature watched as the spider literally devoured everything what was on the plate in a record time. Did he even take the time to savor it? Probably not, but he seemed to like it... a lot... which was a good thing, right? That meant his cooking skills were still pretty sharp, he didn’t lose the touch. But anyway... this few seconds of distraction gave the sludge some extra time to observe him more carefully. This person in front of him was anything but usual... Now of course, he wasn’t either, but for a still solid, non-liquid being, he was rather unique. It was only the second time he had seen a spider mobian in person. He remembered the first time being at this Boyscout camp...this kid who no one ever wanted to talk to, always alone, an outcast. Ozias tried to build up the courage to actually speak to him, break the ice and maybe become friends. But shy like he was, he never dared to even get close to him. Or anyone else for that matter.

The way he was desperately holding that plate back then when he came crashing in and how he covered himself with his numerous arms of his, those bruises, that panicked expression of his and his voice that obviously lacked confidence... That guy was anything but okay. He was probably, like that kid he once knew back then, an outcast, the type of person that got excluded from others. He knew that feeling all too well. Although he never really got nagged at school, he never had any friends. And his transformation that secluded him from everything else, including his own parents really showed him the true meaning of loneliness. Not a pleasant thing. It leaves scars in your head, the type wounds that wouldn’t go away easily.

Both of them were probably in the same boat, but such treatment usually left people highly suspicious of others; trust becoming a foreign concept. He knew about that; everyone he had met in the Black Marsh either ran away screaming in disbelief or attacked him... until those two came along. Lost in his thoughts, the slime was brought back to reality as his surprise guest spoke.

"Recluse. The name's Recluse. And yeah I followed you. What of it?"

The mutt kinda expected such a sharp reply, either that or a complete silence or a few, almost inaudible words. When you live a life full of solitude, you usually end up with below the average social skills which usually show when finally interacting with someone. Also, he seemed quite on edge and on defensive...

"And I'm sorry about... trying to catch you... and breaking in..."

Hearing this Ozias couldn’t help but smirk at this. At least he was aware of his errors.

-Oh t-that’s nothing... Although, I’m pretty curious to know w-why you did this... but that’s not important...

The slime creature then slightly arched forward as he narrowed his eyes, looking closer at Recluses’ facial injuries, especially his jaw...

-W-who... did this to you?... Are you okay?

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Played by Fallyn
Posted by: Recluse Apr 3 2011, 05:35 AM
Having lived off of creatures that were still alive when he ate them it was often a good thing not to be able to taste. Blood and gore didn't taste as great as others would think. Just because someone was a spider didn't mean they didn't like a fancy meal or a nice stew. In fact Recluse did savor the taste of that fish But the need to get something into his empty belly override any of his table manners. At least he returned the plate when he was done with it.

And it seem the two beings were studying each other in very similar ways. The arachnid noticed the muddy dog, he guessed at that, stuttered slightly when he spoke. Was it because he was a nervous being or what? Was he just as scared of the spider as the spider was of him? It was almost laughable. It would have been interesting if they would have shared thoughts and notes on what they thought of each other. While Ozias recalled his past Recluse wondered the future. Sure the ooze was being kind and generous to him now but would he be the same later? He had never meet someth-... someone quite like him. And after seeing the way the Mobian slime ate away at his webbing he wasn't sure what that same body could do to something living and breathing. An eerie fascination really. Now even more he wasn't to poke him...With a stick.

Managing to crack a slight smile when his apology was accepted. It actually took a lot of guts to man up and say it. He rarely ever felt sorry nowadays. He had learned long ago feeling sorry for himself was a terrible thing.

-Oh t-that’s nothing... Although, I’m pretty curious to know w-why you did this... but that’s not important...

Curious. Yeah, thats pretty much what got the spider in this mess in the first place Curiosity. But he wouldn't quite give up the reason as to why he was stalking him. He just meet the guy and telling him "I was stalking you because it seemed like fun" was often a bad way to get to know someone. Maybe some other time. And maybe mentioning the part of watching to catch him in his web to poke at him would probably be left out completely.

Recluse, though he looked a little more relaxed and calm, did keep his eyes on Ozias and watched for any sudden movements that might give away any underlying intentions. After all the spider was still an uninvited guest, if a guest at all. His host had every right to turn on him. It was sad but he had come to expect it. And when the watery Mobian leaned in even an inch the arachnid flinched. He just didn't know what to expect. And those caring words just didn't match the moment.

-W-who... did this to you?... Are you okay?

No he really wasn't. But it wasn't just the outside wounds. For as long as he could remember he had never been "okay." But he couldn't be angry at someone for just asking. His hand covering his jaw and the bruises. Yeah it still hurt and throbbed and damnit, touching it still stung. Something about being backhanded by a set of heavy, golden rings really smarted. Shaking his head in a way that would cover up his face. "Hah, it's nothing. I tripped." Like he would ever admit to being beaten. By a girl. Who wore a lot of jewelery. And now he was starting to feel awkward and even when his instinct told him it was best to leave he didn't. But he did change the subject.

Standing up he glanced around Ozias' little hideway. It was better then anything he could find or set up. "You have a nice place here. You alone?" And to some that would seem threatening. Really he just wanted to make sure no one else was going to jump out at him. Letting himself "in" he slipped past the ooze to look around, mostly because he didn't want to have Ozias worry about him more. It felt... weird.

Posted by: Ozias Apr 3 2011, 06:25 AM
"I was stalking you because it seemed like fun"

Hm, that answer he didn’t saw coming. He expected something more along the lines of...of...well... anything else but this. But then again, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense; he was a spider, after all, secluded from others most of the time if his guess was right earlier too. This could maybe be his way of passing time? And considering the way he threw webbing at him, probably his way of hunting too... Did this mobian in front of him a cannibal? Very unlikely... just by looking at how easily startled he could be, mixed with his apparent lack of confidence and... intimidating factor, he didn’t had the profile of such a thing, at all. Then why webbing him up? Obviously to try and catch him... but if it wasn’t for eating him, then what? It just didn’t add up. So many questions went through his mind right now...

"Hah, it's nothing. I tripped."

Hearing this, Ozias couldn’t help but let out a small chukle. Yeah right. Like falling would make such a bruising. It literally had the shape of a fist... and considering the angle, unless he fell upside-down face first on a rock, it just couldn’t be it. Not to mention that he remembered himself getting hit a school once and that it had left a similar marking... Though, he could understand why one wouldn’t admit such facts. Pride. Admitting openly that you got yourself beaten by someone usually let your ego go in a dark corner, screaming in agony. Anyhow, the sludge creature didn’t want to go there if Recluse didn’t want to. It would be impolite to push on such a touchy subject...

"You have a nice place here. You alone?"

He added as he then took a few steps to take a closer look to his own house. Now there was, once again, multiple reasons why he’d ask such a question. The most probable and evident one would be to change subject as soon as possible, finding a random thing to talk about and acting tough as if such a thing, like getting hurt, would leave him completely unfazed... which added up with his earlier conclusion that it really was, indeed, another person who really did this to his visage. The two others possibilities were less likely but possible options too. Either he asked this to know if he’d be alone if he was to try and attack him, or because he needed shelter. Wondering about this, the ooze went to one of his chairs as he sat down on it and left his legs relax, letting them merge together, not bothering on keeping them defined.

-Of c-course I’m alone... do you really thing anyone w-would want to live with me?

He added as he leaned on the table next to him, resting his head in his hand as they more-or -less stuck together, his elbow gushing slightly under the pressure.

-Why d-do you want to know t-that exactly? A-are you homeless or something? If that’s the case I guess I c-could help you out... I’d kinda feel bad not to offering you my hospitality...

Ozias then looked around him as he concluded.

-A-and as you can see... there’s lots of sp-pace...

Posted by: Recluse Apr 3 2011, 07:12 AM
Watching as the mud mutt went about his way to his chair the arachnid had to do a quick double take. Not sure if he was seeing right as Ozais' legs melded together and lost its shape. Not to mention how his entire body could just so easily melt and then reform. It was a really neat trick. "That has to feel weird.." Muttering to himself. He'd have to start keeping things to himself or his host would catch on to what a freak he really was. Still as curious as ever as to how it would feel to poke him!

-Of c-course I’m alone... do you really thing anyone w-would want to live with me?

Uh, how was he supposed to answer that? He was pretty much in the same boat. And in times like these, when it was best to keep your friends close and it being impossible to make friends as well as always constantly traveling, he could very well say the same thing. At least the biomass had kindness and knew how to cook! The spider didn't have any real traits or talents that would attract any form of compatible living with another Mobian. Heck, most would be grossed out by his nest of webbing... but they would never know the airy and comfort of sleeping on warm and fresh spun silk. They were missing out!

-Why d-do you want to know t-that exactly? A-are you homeless or something? If that’s the case I guess I c-could help you out... I’d kinda feel bad not to offering you my hospitality...

Recluse was used to running away. Avoiding conflict and harm at all cost. It was the same when he left home. Like his home was much of a home to begin with. Sometimes running away saved one from facing the truth. And the spiders unavoidable truth was he was unwanted. "Why... why would you even offer something like that to someone like me?" His voice was almost hysterical. Never once in his days of travel did he find someone who could tolerate his presence let alone offer to share space with him. What had he done to deserve this? ...this little slice of real kindness.

He didn't understand it but something raged inside of him. Maybe it was the realization of not having a home or just plain being asked if he was homeless. It was true and it hurt. All this niceness was messing with his head... or maybe it was the food? He was feeling a little light headed and that anger he felt just melted away. Making it look like he found attention in something else he crossed the two pairs of arms, under his main pair, tightly against his stomach. Poking at the little nicknacks that were close enough to him.

"...why are you so nice? And to a stranger? A spider, a pest... I don't understand... Do you want something from me?" Tucking his hands into the pockets of his sweater. Shaking his head a few times before he looked over his shoulder at the one who was offering him so much and asked for nothing in return. "I don't have anything to give you in return."

Posted by: Ozias Apr 3 2011, 08:16 AM
"Why... why would you even offer something like that to someone like me?"

“Someone like me” What was wrong with him exactly? Why would he consider himself any different than others? Because he was a spider? If there’s one thing his mother kept telling him outside “life is like a box of chocolate” it definitely was “Don't judge a wine by its bottle”. He truly believed in that statement. He also had faith that one day more people could think that way... but apparently jumping to conclusion by basing ourselves on outer appearances was a lot easier, right? This was so wrong, but he could perfectly understand why Recluse was feeling that way. Knowing himself that he would’ve probably said something along those lines too...

Ozias looked at the spider as he simply looked completely baffled and confused, crossing his arms. Body language couldn’t lie either. Right now he seemed like he was feeling... uncomfortable. It would seem he had struck a nerve. Meaning his statement on him needing shelter was probably dead on. The mutt had this natural talent to read between lines, he was also very empathic. Being able to tell right away how someone was feeling or if something was wrong, either in their voice tonality or overall facial expressions. He got that from his mom. It was truly something that was innate in him. Sometimes, even if some persons were perfectly stoic in their acting, he could sometime tell if something was wrong just by feeling it in his guts.

"...why are you so nice? And to a stranger? A spider, a pest... I don't understand... Do you want something from me?"

He said as he then tucked his hands in his sweater and looked over his shoulder.

"I don't have anything to give you in return."

Hearing this, Ozias could help but wince this time. This was heavy. How could he even claim such things? A pest?! Talk about having no self esteem... He knew his overall moral could be excessively low right now, but this was just too much. He needed help, so he’d get help! Why would he kick him out of his house? Other selfish persons might‘ve find reasons to do so, but he sure as heck didn’t. This was a mobian, a good person who needed shelter and he would provide just that weather he liked it or not. He didn’t need a specific reason to help him, such things should come plain natural. Frowning and taking a slightly more serious tone this time, he spoke...

-Why are you so hard on yourself... and why do you c-call yourself a pest?

The ooze being then crossed his arms as the pretty much merged together.

-So I don’t need a r-reason to be nice and help you nor do I n-need anything in return. You need help, you’ll get help. It’s t-that simple, okay?

The once solid mobian then took a small pause and continued.

-And b-being alone sucks... You'll keep me c-company! How's that for a compensation?

He added with a smile.

Posted by: Recluse Apr 3 2011, 08:13 PM
Recluse narrowed his eyes again, not sure how he should take all this niceness. All these kind words and acceptance. It was like Ozias was speaking to him in a foreign tongue. Could the spider Mobians really trust in the ooze that was offering him not only food but a play to stay? Really it wasn't the matter of finding refuge it was just the matter of making it into a home rather then a hovel. The latter he knew well enough. As for the way he spoke about himself the spider knew it was all off putting and a bit of a downer but it was true and reinforced throughout his life. Sometimes you just had to deal with being what you were born as.

What the bug Mobian wasn't expecting was a lecture. Though it was much kinder then the lectures he was used too. And believe it or not this one actually had some heart in it. All of this was turning his stomach into knots and making him cringe. The hands in his pockets balled into fists and could feel his nails dig into his palms. He could handle everything but this moment.

Looking down at the floor, his own shoes. They were muddy and in need of a good cleaning. The rest of him was no better. He had to admit there was a lot of upside to living with someone else but the downside was his own habits. His own undoing. He didn't even know if he could handle living with another living creature. But Ozias was different. He knew there was no one out there quite like this. Just as he felt there was no one out in this world that was quite like himself.

-So I don’t need a r-reason to be nice and help you nor do I n-need anything in return. You need help, you’ll get help. It’s t-that simple, okay?

Help? No he needed more then just "help." If Ozias only knew what a terrible person he really was. Things he had done to survive for so long. Stealing was just at the bottom of that list.

-And b-being alone sucks..." Those words echoed in his head. Sure they were used to lighten the mood maybe but they struck the spider hard. Almost as hard as that punch to the face. Being alone did such. A lot. Even a solitary creature craved attention or some sort of companionship.

-You'll keep me c-company! How's that for a compensation?

How could he say no to this!? Feeling his eyes burn, reaching up to rub them lightly. He couldn't cry over something as silly as this. Pfft, nah he was just having an allergic reaction... to the water mutt's sympathy. Clearing his throat just to make sure it didn't sound like he was on the verge of breaking down. "Meh, fine. If you really think it's a good idea I'll stick around."

And that seemed to be the end of what he had to say. If he continued to talk he may just break down into tears. Tears of joy for the first time in this like. Letting the silence sit between them for a long while as he scooped out the hideway. Trying to think of ways to change it up and where he could possibly be sleeping. This was just happening so fast.

"Just so you know I'm not really good at anything.."

Posted by: Ozias Apr 3 2011, 10:56 PM
Ozias could plainly see that what he had said really went through his head... and judging by how stiff he was and the way he rubbed his eyes, he knew his speech had some serious effects on him, hopefully positive ones. The mutt could easily understand how he was feeling right now. Being rejected all these years and suddenly having a random person willing to help you out of complete deliberation. The slime creature recalled such feelings when he first encountered Tiger in the swamp: a strange mix of sadness, disbelief and eventually acceptance and happiness. It was like removing years of accumulated dirt and other nasty things over one’s mind to let enter a real breath of fresh air. Ozias couldn’t help but smile seeing this.

"Meh, fine. If you really think it's a good idea I'll stick around."

Of course this was a good idea! Why wouldn’t it be? Mobians needed to stick together and help each other in such hard times, there was no questioning that. Not to mention that having someone around living with him would be fantastic! Having a friend around like that could really boost their moral. Social was important, friendship even more. Someone to share stuff with, fears, jokes, happy memories, stories... knowing that you’ll wake up and not have to face yet another all alone in this cold, hostile world. The feeling of overwhelming happiness that Recluse was desperately trying to hide was starting to get to him as well. He managed to hold back his tears, just one drop of slime went trough but the sludge simply pretend to scratch himself below his eye.

"Just so you know I'm not really good at anything..."

Then again, did it really matter? There he was, thinking he was in his debt for offering him somewhere to live. What did he look like, a landlord? This was a cave with enough room for at least 4 people, he was alone and he needed shelter, so that concluded the deal! If he had been able to survive alone all this time without any help, he was most probably able to hunt his own food, so really, there were no real issues about Recluse living under the same roof as him. Only ups!

-I d-don’t expect anything in return... stop thinking you owe me s-something, like I said, we’ll get to be friends... in my b-book, that’s reward enough!

He told him with a smile as formed a pair of leg before he got up, got closer to him and looked around his home. He then pointed toward the other end where the rocky walls were getting closer to each other as he spoke.

-You could sleep there if y-you want! The walls are pretty close...maybe you could use your webbing to make yourself a hammock? I’m sure you can do that, right? If not... um... maybe we could get some hay... We could easily find that! The floor’s only wet at the entrance, the rest is dry... so you’ll be okay sleeping on the ground... And I usually st-tart a fire before going to sleep to k-keep myself warm...

He said as he pointed at the hole in the ground with scorched pieces of wood.

-I’m s-sure we’ll get along just fine, r-right?

He added as he looked at him, feeling hopeful.

Posted by: Recluse Apr 4 2011, 01:34 AM
"Thank you..." He muttered again. But he wouldn't let his guard down so easy! He was still a bit weary of Ozias. It was that same weariness that kept him alive for so long. He wouldn't put all his trust into the ooze just yet but for the time being he could breathe. He could relax for the moment and admire what would soon become his home. A real home where he could feel safe.

It felt... good. And when his new friend... Friend, that word seemed so foreign to him just like these new feelings. No one ever wanted to be just friends. Recluse was a number of things and being a friend... this was going to be a first for him and he welcomed it. Watching Ozias gain his legs and walk over to him. Still on edge but he didn't flinch from him this time. Eyes following where the ooze would point to. It seemed again he was going to have to be sleeping on a floor. That was fine he was used to it. Beds were luxuries nowadays anyway and he could make due with what he had to work with.

-You could sleep there if y-you want! The walls are pretty close...maybe you could use your webbing to make yourself a hammock? I’m sure you can do that, right? If not... um... maybe we could get some hay... We could easily find that! The floor’s only wet at the entrance, the rest is dry... so you’ll be okay sleeping on the ground... And I usually st-tart a fire before going to sleep to k-keep myself warm...

Giving Ozias a look of disbelief. He wasn't a horse Mobian, he wasn't about to build a nest out of dry grass! His silk was much, MUCH more comfy. But looking over at the corner and the rest of the hollow brought a question to mind. Where did the muddy Mobian sleep? On the floor too no doubt. Well, he was going to have to fix that! Nodding his understanding and looking at the little fire pit. This place was nice but it seemed to be missing a lot. Maybe he could put most of his useless skills to use after all!

Feeling his usual cocky self after that long quiet moment of listening he pushed away all of his more sentimental feelings. "Well I think we'll be the average Odd couple. And I gotta tell you we need to spruce this place up! Make it feel more live in, yeah." Nodding more to answer himself then let Ozias get a word in. Now that they made themselves acquaint it was time to get to business. He didn't waste time as he started to model his only little part of the cave for his own needs. Covering the floor with a thin layer of the super sticky stuff... which was produced from his mouth in large quantities. His fingers worked quick like the rest of him. Setting the stuff down and in the end it would look like a white and fluffy bed built into the wall. And when he was done he looked up from his work, not even aware how much time passed only that his stomach felt empty again. He would become easily obsessed for hours. His web work used up a lot of his stored protein and energy.

"So, when's dinner?" Flopping down in his bed of white and rolling onto his back. Tucking his arms behind his head. Now he looked more at home. But it was a long way to go still.

Posted by: Ozias Apr 4 2011, 09:59 AM
"Well I think we'll be the average Odd couple. And I gotta tell you we need to spruce this place up! Make it feel more live in, yeah."

Hmm, he had a point there. Although he had some furniture here and there to make this place look more like an actual shelter than a prehistoric Stone Age cave, decoration to lighten up the place could be an excellent idea. Though, even if he knew how to decorate to a degree, the real problem was to actually found things that could actually be... decorative. They were in the middle of nowhere, and Ozias only encountered a traveling merchant once on his way here and bought him cooking material, using his monk robe to hide his identity and using part of his gems as money. And knowing about them, he knew they were anything but usual. They’ll have to improvise and use their imagination if they were to attempt decorating.

The slime creature then watched as Recluse walked toward his corner, observing, measuring his new sleeping place as he then began to spit this white stuff. At first the mutt raised an eyebrow at first but he quickly understood what it was. Webbing! He was a spider, after all... right now he was probably working himself a cozy place to sleep. As it eventually began to take form, it looked more like a giant, oval-shaped nest rather than your conventional rectangular bed. Hmm... A bed. Maybe he could build one of those one day... Because even if in comfy silk, or if comfort was something completely irrelevant to some others, it felt...wrong and uncivilized to sleep like such. Considering how he was handling that webbing with lightning speed and crazy precision, maybe he could work on mattresses while he could work on the framings? He could get thick and straight branches out of tree and nail or attach them together in order to do this. Simple!

Lost in his thoughts, heads in the clouds once more, he didn’t saw time pass as he was also mesmerized by how skilled hi newfound companion was with that fluffy material of his. Seeing him move so quickly like that with all these arms working in synch, it was truly hypnotizing for him. Ozias knew how to sew and weave, but this was a whole other story. The sludge creature then snapped back to reality as Recluse threw himself on all this white fuzz, apparently finally taking a break as he asked him...

"So, when's dinner?"

Dinner? Already? The slime creature turned around as he looked at the sun trough the waterfall. Time had literally just flown! Him and his blank outs... he’ll need to try and watch those... since his transformation, he never quite felt the same, not only physically but mentally too. It was hard to explain, really. It was like if everything was nothing else but a constant dream, his mind always on verge of disconnection. He knew it wasn’t a dream, he was completely aware of that, but it -felt- like one.

-Ah, yes! D-dinner... Hmm... didn’t quite thought of that... I was watching you weave all t-that stuff and I dozed off again... I was thinking maybe of making s-stew for dinner... I have everything I n-need except for the meat...

He added, feeling guilty.

Posted by: Recluse Apr 5 2011, 01:02 AM
Perhaps decorating was a bit much and yet a too simple and seemingly needless bit to ask but it was things like that which made life feel a little more normal. Sometimes Mobians just needed to think about the little things to get through these hard times. And decorating his new home would feel not only normal but bring him peace of mind. Recluse was similar to Ozias when it came to furnishings. The simple basics were usually what he kept but now perhaps they could both expand on that.

When the spider has finally finished weaving his bed he too hadn't really realized how much time had passed. He was just as bad as the ooze in keeping track of time. Most days would come and go in a blur while others dragged and dragged. And it seemed today seemed to be one of those "where did the time go" kinda days. Mentioning food half as a joke and half serious. Making his bed did use up a lot of energy and that left over fish he had scarfed down didn't fill him up either. Checking out the time of day by the suns positioning too. Now he felt bad when Ozias began to apologize for not having something ready. But he could make it up to his new friend!

"Meat? I can handle that!" Sitting up and wearing a wide and cheerful grin. One that was far from the look of complete terror on his face when he first entered the cave. But of course he was still bruised and did his best not to wince from the pain. "If there's one thing a spider knows well is how to hunt!" Springing to his feet, not a bit of his webbing sticking to him. Crossing all but one pair of his arms. "Count on me. It'll be me returning the favor for the cooked fish."

The spider was already heading out the cave entrance before Ozias could object. The sun was starting to set lower in the sky and when night hit it would become much more dangerous to move about but Recluse was a creature better suited for the night life. He didn't fear the night as much as the day. At least in the darkness you wouldn't have to see your end coming. "I'll be back!" Back out into the forest the arachnid moved with determination. He had a good idea what he could bring to the table. He still had his prewrapped meals and a good sized Forest Strider. His webbing should have kept it fresh so long as no other wild animals got to it before he did. Heading back the way he came. Easily by passing all his traps. Both obvious and well hidden.

Finding his camp wasn't to hard and all his little things were still there. Even the robot carcass. Now came the matter of bringing all these items back to the cave. It took the spider a long moment before he could come up with the right idea. Not about to make more then one trip he decided on dragging everything with him. It would slow him down and possibly bring attention but he would risk more if he made several trips. Plus he didn't want to keep his friend waiting.

He felt giddy thinking about it. Maybe Ozias would praise him for his catch too! A spider could dream.

He returned nearly an hour and a half later. Dragging behind him the three sets of animals he caught and the partly bound robot. When he'd finally make it back to the mouth of the cave he collapsed. He put too much effort into dragging all these heavy items with him at once.

Posted by: Ozias Apr 5 2011, 11:11 PM
-Ah, o-okay! Just try to be…

The slime creature didn’t even have time to end his sentence that the spider had already left the cave.

-...c-careful. Hm... oh well, I’m sure he’ll be fine.

He told himself as he then turned around to face his now empty shelter. While he’d be gone, he could always prepare what else he’d need for the stew anyway. And considering he’ll probably bring a whole dead animal, he’ll need to make space to cut what he’ll need out of the animal. After making some room, the once solid mobian went for the counter and pulled out an old wooden crate filled with all the cooking tools he would need for this recipe. His small cauldron, his big wooden spoon to mix it up, his wooden plank to cut his vegetables, spices, some flour, a knife, two bowls to serve the mix and a few utensils to eat everything up. Not that Ozias needed utensils, but that would probably gross Recluse out if he ate the way he usually did... by simply engulfing the whole of it. Anyway, after this, the slime creature went to take some vegetables he had stocked into a cupboard near the waterfall, the food kept fresh by the natural coolness of the humid walls. Not knowing exactly how long it would take Recluse to come back, he decided to take his time so everything would remain as fresh as possible.

When the spider finally came back, the fire that would be used to heat the mix was already started; the only thing needed now was the main ingredient. Though, what he didn’t expect was to see him literally collapse on the ground. Ozias’ eyes widened, feeling concerned for his new friend’s condition as he then ran toward him. Instinctively, the once solid mutt took a quick look to see if he didn’t had any apparent injuries on his body, maybe something had attacked him! Though, seeing that he was completely unscathed, the mutt let a sigh of relief. He was just dead tired, probably from pulling all that stuff over a long period of time.

-Whew... y-you had me going there f-for a second...

The ooze creature then slid his right arm under one of Recluse’s many left arms and helped him on his two, trying to keep his own composition so the spider wouldn’t sink too deep or right trough him. He then dragged him to his fluffy white bed and laid him there to rest. Taking a quick glance at Recluse’s cocooned catch that was still at the entrance before turning his attention back to the spider.

-T-that’s quite a catch you b-brought back, g-good job!

He added as he turned around and went back to his preparations.

-Now relax; I’ll g-get this done in a few, alright?


-----

After some time, the sun was setting down as it was getting darker, the fire being the only source of light in the cave. The smell of the delicious food had filled up the place. Serving the fine stew, the ooze then went to see Recluse who was probably sleeping or snoozing in his nest of white silk. He then reached for his shoulder and shook him gently.

-G-get up lazy bones... hope you’re hungry, d-dinner’s ready!

Posted by: Recluse Apr 6 2011, 05:38 PM
Recluse had no idea just how dead tired he was! The back and forth trip from his small camp back to the cave hideout was further then he remembered and the load he carried was a strain. And still suffering from his earlier beating he was on exhausted. At the time he was too tired to thank Ozias for the help to his nice, comfy bed. His mind only idly realizing he was actually being held up and his weight carried on the oozy being. And it didn't feel as weird as he thought it would. Or perhaps he was just too tired to really care. All he could recall was plopping down in the silk and quickly dozing off.

Sleep always came easy to the spider. For as long as he could remember his room and board was either a hole or a cozy spot on rock or soil. Often times he never stood in one place long enough to make himself a bed. Or a cocoon of any kind. Aside from this bit of heaven with Ozias the last place he tried to call home was in Downunda, the great plains. But he was taken from his home by force that time. It had been along time since he had felt safe and secure. Leaving his trust in his new friend his body was relaxed and he could finally dream. Too bad most of his dreams turned to nightmares.

The savory smell of food had helped to bring Recluse out of his deep sleep and the slime Mobian gave him the extra push to wake up. Looking up from between the parted wave of his white hair, his violet eyes were bright and mirthful again. Poking at the mutts gel like body, which felt more like clay now that he thought about it. He'd been wanting to do that all day! Sitting up on his knees, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as his other hands combed the knots from his hair. "It's about time." He joked and fixed up his sweater. Beaming a bright, fangy smile.

The arachnid had never smelled anything as wonderful as this stew. And the taste was even better. Even better then the cold and left over fish. A warm meal was just what he needed to boost his bruised ego. If Ozias kept this up he was going to spoil him! Savoring each spoonful beside the warm fire Recluse was silent for the most part. Every now and again he'd look up at the kind and welcoming Mobian. Trying hard to be civil while he ate. So used to raw meat or more of a liquid meal and often enjoying it like an animal. He still didn't know how he could thank him enough. "Recluse is just a pen name." He muttered softly, the fire crackling between them. "My real name is Alaric. Fiddleback. I was born in Downunda. Much warmer out there." It had been years since he heard that name. No one but his parents ever called him that. And for a time he had forgotten it. It felt right that so long as he lived under the same roof Ozias deserved to learn a bit more about his reclusive spider friend. Maybe the mutt would share with his own?

"I noticed you admiring my work. Maybe in the morning I can make you one too." Talking about his bed. Feeling bad that he saw no form of bedding for the mud mutt. Even the formless deserved comfort! "I can start first thing in the morning." Going quiet again and returning to his stew.

Posted by: Ozias Apr 6 2011, 11:14 PM
The ooze creature blinked in confusion as the spider sank one of his fingers in him, poking him, basically. Probably curiosity had led him to do that, obviously. How many mobians on this planet were like him anyway? All liquid and muddy like that... probably just one. So it was predictable of someone to, eventually, try and do this. Ozias then watched as he sat upright, rubbing his eyes and adjusting his sweater, waking himself up.

"It's about time."

He added with a hit of humor as he then grinned, showing up his fangs doing so. The mutt couldn’t help but smirk at his. Most people would’ve found this smile to be terrifying, especially those who didn’t know Recluse. But for him, seeing a person who, moments ago, considered himself as nothing else but a pest, smile, was something truly wonderful. Not to mention that he had directed that smile to -him- especially. The slime creature felt a knot forming inside his mud; this smile was worth a thousand thanks. He felt like he had actually breathed light back into the spider, gave him back the desire to bit in that big crunchy apple that is life. What a good thing this was!

The liquid being then went back to the table as he pulled two of the 3 chairs as he sat down one of them and pulled the bowl closer to him as he took the spoon, now waiting on his guest before eating. As the spider sat down and approached himself from the surface, the slime creature threw him a smile before he began eating his stew, which, somehow, tasted different than usual. Was it really in the recipe itself or something else entirely? He remembered that feeling back in the swamp when those two came along... eating in the company of someone brought so much life and meaning into it all. Lost in his thoughts, when his friend spoke, his ears perked up slightly.

"Recluse is just a pen name... My real name is Alaric. Fiddleback. I was born in Downunda. Much warmer out there."

Ozias had this feeling somehow that he had been hiding something since he met him. Though, it was nice for him to tell him this. That showed that he trusted him. His spoon reaching for his mouth, the sludge gulped and absorbed another bite as he kept talking...

"I noticed you admiring my work. Maybe in the morning I can make you one too... I can start first thing in the morning."

The ooze chuckled at this statement. It was true, he did admire his way of working that webbing of his, and although it seemed comfortable, if he were to fall asleep on it, he’d probably go right through it, losing form and solidity as he’d doze off. Not to mention that since his transformation, he didn’t mind about comfort. He could sit on a plank of nails or a royal throne that it wouldn’t bother him at all. His body was responsible for it; he lacked solid structure, after all.

-Hehe, if you d-did, I’m pretty sure I’d slip t-trough it once asleep!

The mutt said as he took another spoon before going on...

-And I’m g-glad you told me your real name, n-nice ring to it! My full name is Ozias Lioy... Comes from my dad.

He added as he took a chunk of meat this time.

-I c-come from Westside Metropolis... And I’m p-pretty sure t-that you’ve already guessed that I haven’t always b-being like that...

Posted by: Recluse Apr 7 2011, 06:03 AM
He couldn't quite place this feeling in his chest but it worked its way to his stomach and gave him the fluttering feeling of butterflies. Perhaps it was the food but he better guessed it was the company. It was the first time in years he had a willing dinner guest.

-Hehe, if you d-did, I’m pretty sure I’d slip t-trough it once asleep!

Recluse frowned but it quickly grew into a wide and beaming smile. Oh the wonders of the soft but sturdy material! If Ozias only knew. His webbing could easily hold the liquid Mobian's weight as well as keep him in one piece! The stuff, once woven properly, was airtight and leak proof. Now he had to show off his mad skills to the dog. Maybe he could get him to smile more. Already thinking about how he would get to work on it first thing in the morning. Excitement boiling in his veins.

Listening intently as his friend continued and offered his own history. "It's a nice name." He mentioned idly and let Ozias finish. Tilting his head slightly, now his curiosity was peaked. So he wasn't always like this... He figured but then how did Ozias come to be like this? There must a long and dangerous story that he would listen to closely! But it was growing late and he had already made his roommate cook dinner for him. If he was willing to tell the story then Recluse would be more then happy to hear every bit of it. But he had to admit, he found this form much more interesting. As much pain was littered with the change he had to admit...

"I'd still like you, for who you are." Looking down at his bowl. "I might not have met you otherwise, really."

~~~

The spider ended the night helping Ozias clean up the after dinner mess. Liking to feel useful and it felt even better helping someone he actually liked. Feeling full and content, the first in a long while. After finishing washing up some dishes in the rushing water of the river Recluse couldn't just welcome sleep just yet. Being a creature of night he couldn't very much sit still. And the nap from earlier didn't help him much either. Add in a strange sleep cycle he couldn't settle in just yet. But he'd make an effort. Slipping into his nice, fluffy bed.

"Goodnight Ozias."

The last thing he'd say before the ooze drifted off to sleep. Well if he did sleep. He wasn't sure of it. But once he felt the coast was clear he'd sneak out. He had one last thing to do before calling it a night. Forming new web traps all around his... no, their home. A subconscious need compelling him. He had to protect what he had and what he planned to keep. Only when he felt his job complete did he finally slink back home and drift off to sleep.

Posted by: Ozias Apr 7 2011, 10:13 PM
"I'd still like you, for who you are... I might not have met you otherwise, really."

The liquid mobian did not expect him to say that, at all. He fell like a knot forming itself in his chest, if his body could’ve allowed him to choke; he probably would’ve on that last spoon of stew. Those words showed real kindness coming from the spider, making him understand that, whatever had happened to him, he still would like him whatever he was. He didn’t know what to think about all this, was this a compliment or something with a bit more of personal feelings to it? Whether or not it was the case, Ozias was someone who could be easily flattered. Good thing he didn’t had blood because, knowing him, he’d probably would’ve been blushing right not. An awkward silence took place before the mutt gathered back his wits and spoke up.

-W-well... I don’t know what to say... but I think it really means something c-coming from you... thanks!

He said, smiling to him.

The rest of the night came down smoothly, washing the dishes, sharing some of his own stories on how he ended up like this, his parents, his dad missing a leg because of a gang fight, his going to knothole with a friend of his called Tiger and his travelling back to starlight city to give his father his new robotic leg and let his family know that he was still alive... There would much more details to go around and talk about, but time was running late, and already he felt exhausted. Sleeping seemed very inviting all of a sudden.

The slime creature watched as his newfound friend went to his silky nest, he himself then went to his usual sleeping spot, being a hole on the ground near one of the cave’s walls. There the ooze yawned as he stretched himself.

“Goodnight Ozias”

-See ya t-tomorrow!

He replied as he then let himself slowly melt down into a puddle, filling the hole in the ground; an intruder coming in that he’d never guess that someone’s sleeping right there before their very eyes. The mutt’s world eventually turned to black as he fell asleep, waiting for a new tomorrow that will probably be much brighter than before.
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