[RE] THE MYSTERIOUS FLESHPIT OF MYSTERY

we hope you enjoy yourself

Now, now. I know what you're thinking. It's probably along the lines of what the actual fuck or some assorted, gargled screaming. But don't fucking judge a fleshpit by its cover, okay?

Word travels like the pox, and hearing the rumour makes you feel just as itchy. A whatpit as opened up somewhere in the Oerwoud? A fleshwhat? It's too weird to believe.

But you'd better believe it kids, because for one night only, it's here to entertain you!

Through snarling vines and humid air, part of the Oerwoud opens to reveal - you guessed it - a veritable orifice in the earth, easily large enough to drive a tank into swallow an army whole. It seems like any old sinkhole at first, only the insides are... pink. And glistening. And did it just breathe? Or gurgle? Or belch? Gods, was that a tongue? You hope it was a tongue, and that's saying something.

Someone has hammered a sign into the earth, jauntily, just to the side of the monstrosity. It reads:

MYSTERIOUS FLESHPIT OF MYSTERY

And it looks as though someone - the same someone, no doubt - has attempted to build a sort of mineshaft or elevator down into the fleshy wound in the earth. They aren't getting very far, though. Oh, yes, that's right - they're still here.

"Step right up!" announces a figure in a (you guessed it) bumblebee mask, their honey coloured tophat and tails a little gooey but otherwise still vibrant. "You don't see one of these every day! It'd be a right shame to miss it!"

"And you literally can't miss it," adds a second figure, rolling a raven-topped cane between their palms. "It's a gaping hole in the earth. You know, like Caido's fleshlight."

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Happy Friday 13th, CotF! Enjoy this weird RE - it will be open for 24 hours. Don't we give you the best gifts?

chemically it's running through my veins, you see?

Self imposed exile arrest is all well and good, but really all it takes is an interesting enough rumour to have Nate bouncing back, curiosity immediately overshadowing his more tangled emotions. It’s easy to be consumed by thoughts of a flesh out. Easier to convince Sunjata that it could just be a pit stop on their way – it’s easy babe, we take the portal and just trek across, stop at home afterwards.

Easy.

Nate ignores the duo (other than a quiet “people fall into holes all the time” murmured towards Sunjata) and steps up to the edge of the pit, peering into its meaty secrets. For maybe the first time since they’d stepped into the Oerwoud, Nate releases his husbands hand, dropping into a crouch, and then to his belly, hanging over the edge of the pit. It’s not that he wants to jump in, per se, but… well, surely someone should test just how fleshy this is, right? And he is a “Doctor”, and he has the tools, and really that’s all the convincing he needs to do before he bites into the wet, fleshy wall.

"DOCTOR"

a romance of the plastic scenes, I can't see you breathe

totally sniped from odd ilu

SUNJATA

clipped wings and you're the one holding the bone saw
now things are getting so out of control

He isn’t a huge fan of straying when they have a destination in mind, but with the current air and emotions of his husband, Sunjata can compromise. It’s a quick jaunt anyway, nothing insane as far as he knows. Of course he’s heard the whispers, held his husband’s hand the entire way until he lets go and Sunjata’s hand tenses a brief moment as he watches his husband, brows rising slightly.

“Did you just… Bite it?” He asks as he moves into a crouch beside his husband, broad shoulders bumping into Nate’s as his lightning scarred hand moves to spread his fingers along the fleshy surface, gaze narrowing as he tries to understand what the fuck it is and what the fuck is going on.

the spiraling starts and we can't pull up, our hands are tied together so,
on the way down, we make every moment count

he said "i bet you don't remember me"

For anyone assembled, all they'll hear is the sound of a slap, a sharp inhale of breath, and feet pounding the ground. All they'll see is Remi running, wings outspread, leaping up and over Nate before disappearing down into the moist and darkened bowels (stomach? throat? asshole?) of the flesh pit.

Ronin though will be privy to his husband's pulse of boyish instigation as he reaches out to swipe at Ronin's shoulder, thus tagging him it. Last one down cleans up after dinner. He teases, the words shining with excitement as they carry soundlessly into the Huntsman's mind. Carrying not at all for those assembled so as not to start any fights or wars, Remi does his best to outpace his husband despite Ronin's considerable speed. With his wings first outstretched and then tucked neatly to his sides, the alchemist descends down into a world of darkness and heat, stretching out his mental tether to Ronin and laughing all the while.

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Remi jumps straight on in!

THE ALCHEMIST

and i said, "only every other memory".