Wherefore art thou... A lindworm? [ If Hunter didn’t know better, he’d have said Shakespeare would have been rolling in his grave. But this is Shakespeare’s dream, the guy was in the blinkin’ moon, and now we have lindworms in Romeo and Juliet.
What even is a lindworm anyway?
The notebooks haven’t come with anyone, but Hunter’s looking at his crystal lantern thing and getting ideas. His happens to look like one of those smart speakers that connects to your phone… Not that he has his phone here, but it’s worth a shot? ]
Hey! Does anyone know what a lindworm even looks like?
[ He thinks talking to it will work, but the message is sent telepathically anyway. ]
Masquerade Prep [ So we need materials for the costumes, eh? Hunter’s all for that! He’s already made himself a list of fabrics he might need to somehow obtain and is currently checking it twice… ]
‘Kay, anything polyester is right out… Velvet might be hard to find, but manageable… [ The kid clicks his tongue. This is proving harder than it looked. He turns to the nearest person with a raised brow. ] You think this place has satin readily available somewhere?
Puppy Love... Is a Battlefield? [ Oh no. At some point late in the dreamscape, Hunter finally got distracted. Maybe he mistook a courier for a postman, or perhaps he came across a stray stick. Maybe something else entirely. Whatever happened, the stupid dog brain acted up in a place where his dreamotion energy was strongest. When he snapped out of it, he found himself in the form of an actual puppy dog.
The boy was mortified at first. Just as the dog thing couldn’t possibly get worse… How is he supposed to change back? Is he stuck like this? Will he have to live like a literal dog again? This is the worst!
Or is it? This form does have a keen sense of smell, and he’s getting a whiff of something… Floral? Roses? The scent’s leading to some sparkling roses… If this dream’s running on video game logic, he must have stumbled upon something useful.
And so Hunter uses his new form to his advantage. Carrying red and white roses in his mouth is not the most pleasant experience, but there really isn’t any other way he can get them to anyone who seems like they’d need it. He doesn’t wanna get too close to the battles and/or lindworms, so he hopes he’s at least close enough to attract attention… Assuming people can still understand him after he drops the roses at his feet for a moment. ]
HEY! OVER HERE!
WILDCARD! [ Hunter got assigned to Montague, and will tend to hang around other family members when he can. Feel free to hit me up at Nyanka for more plotting! ]
Hunter De Vil | OTA
[ If Hunter didn’t know better, he’d have said Shakespeare would have been rolling in his grave.
But this is Shakespeare’s dream, the guy was in the blinkin’ moon, and now we have lindworms in Romeo and Juliet.
What even is a lindworm anyway?
The notebooks haven’t come with anyone, but Hunter’s looking at his crystal lantern thing and getting ideas. His happens to look like one of those smart speakers that connects to your phone… Not that he has his phone here, but it’s worth a shot? ]
Hey! Does anyone know what a lindworm even looks like?
[ He thinks talking to it will work, but the message is sent telepathically anyway. ]
Masquerade Prep
[ So we need materials for the costumes, eh? Hunter’s all for that! He’s already made himself a list of fabrics he might need to somehow obtain and is currently checking it twice… ]
‘Kay, anything polyester is right out… Velvet might be hard to find, but manageable… [ The kid clicks his tongue. This is proving harder than it looked. He turns to the nearest person with a raised brow. ] You think this place has satin readily available somewhere?
Puppy Love... Is a Battlefield?
[ Oh no. At some point late in the dreamscape, Hunter finally got distracted. Maybe he mistook a courier for a postman, or perhaps he came across a stray stick. Maybe something else entirely. Whatever happened, the stupid dog brain acted up in a place where his dreamotion energy was strongest. When he snapped out of it, he found himself in the form of an actual puppy dog.
The boy was mortified at first. Just as the dog thing couldn’t possibly get worse… How is he supposed to change back? Is he stuck like this? Will he have to live like a literal dog again? This is the worst!
Or is it? This form does have a keen sense of smell, and he’s getting a whiff of something… Floral? Roses? The scent’s leading to some sparkling roses… If this dream’s running on video game logic, he must have stumbled upon something useful.
And so Hunter uses his new form to his advantage. Carrying red and white roses in his mouth is not the most pleasant experience, but there really isn’t any other way he can get them to anyone who seems like they’d need it. He doesn’t wanna get too close to the battles and/or lindworms, so he hopes he’s at least close enough to attract attention… Assuming people can still understand him after he drops the roses at his feet for a moment. ]
HEY! OVER HERE!
WILDCARD!
[ Hunter got assigned to Montague, and will tend to hang around other family members when he can. Feel free to hit me up at