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Texts From Last Night

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR
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[untitledshuos]

Folkmore is not heavy on lesser people. It remains a decent tool in your kit.

That sounds like a plea for practice. [ Jedao waits fifteen seconds to fire two shots in Sharon's direction. They are clear shots, no one in between them. They're aimed to hit the pavement six inches to the side of her. Even if she fails she won't be hurt.

He changes positions before Sharon has time to trace his position and retaliate. ]

[fogsong]

Sharon knew what was coming the moment he sent the text. The first bullet collides with an invisible wall, the force of it rattling through her skull as the metal flattens and drops to the pavement. The second slows but only minutely and ricochets off the stones. She's on her feet in no time after, snapping her relic shut, and readjusts the makeshift shield.

She's very glad he didn't aim directly at her.

Her eyes scan in the direction the shot rang from but it's brief. She might not have super senses, can't hear or feel him without tapping into the Otherworld, but she knows he's smart enough not to linger. She pulls her relic back out and calls him, mostly hoping he forgot to turn off the ringer for calls.

Hey, sometimes a girl has to get crafty. If it doesn't work, she isn't opposed to pulling him into the Otherworld.

[untitledshuos]

Jedao keeps his distance. He doesn't mind Otherworld. It's homey in the sense it reminds him of home, and he's better off not forgetting how sharp and deadly that can be. However, today isn't about him. It's about and for Sharon. He will push her, even though the more she moves, the harder it gets to ensure he's close but misses. Hitting something is always so much easier.

His relic doesn't ring because Jedao's a professional (retired) thank you. However, he considers shooting her relic out of her hand. If her shield only distorts his aim, however, that could go badly.

So he takes advantage of being a voidmoth. Jedao shoots from a second position, and before the bullet reaches her drags himself along spacetime to another position higher up and to the side. He fires again. It may be cheating, but assassination doesn't fight fair.

[fogsong]

Jedao knows what he's doing. She can hear a distant ringing out from the speaker of her relic but the only sign she gets of Jedao is the sharp echo of a gunshot. No—two! Again? What a fucker! Her reaction time is far from perfect, human even with all the enhancements her bloodtype affords her, but she manages to deflect the first bullet. The second bullet connects fully with the shield. Again, the force jostles something in her head.

She swallows the desire to shout something crude at him. It'd be a waste of time and breath. There's no way she's faster than a bullet. Two options. Pull both of them into the Otherworld. If he shoots, he draws monsters in. Maybe he can slip away, most of the creatures are sloppy and slow, but Red lurks out there. Not the right Red, not the giant still stalking the outskirts of the Outpost, but her guardian nonetheless.

Or... She darts for the tree line. Zigs, zags, slips between trees like a ribbon and then through a sudden thick fog that quickly dissipates, taking her with it. She's only in the Otherworld a moment or two, just enough to create distance before she slips back through and, smoothly, shifts into her coyote form.

Spacetime that, bitch!

[untitledshuos]

Jedao follows Sharon with mothsense more than with vision, so he recognizes the moment her shape disappears. He doesn't encroach on the fog but waits with his senses alert for what comes out. There's no massive monster or expansion of Otherworld. It only enables Sharon to escape perception, even his senses, for a little while.

He shifts into a rarer form for him: a black squirrel. He runs along the branches through the area Sharon left behind and monitors for shapes. Human and animal because this is Folkmore, and just as he can change shape, Sharon can too. He pitter patters along in the direction of the wildlife he sees. One of them will be suspicious, but he too doesn't approach too brazenly.

He's just a squirrel. An inconspicuous squirrel.

[fogsong]

With only a single form, Sharon is at a significant disadvantage even after using the Otherworld to slip from his sight. As a coyote, she may be small and, among all the animals and spirits of Folkmore, not an entirely uncommon sight, but he's seen it before. She pads along the edge of the treeline, her head held low, large ears twitching and twisting as she searches for him.

There are echoes of Jedao's scent scattered across the area, some blazing brighter than others but no obvious trail between them. Whatever. That just means she needs to adjust her approach. A quick skulk through the area and she notices the way the scent of gunpowder and Jedao changes. She lifts her head. Sniffs. Not a bird. Not a fox. Something different.

She resists the urge to yap but her tail sweeps the dirt floor, hackles raised, as she chases this new scent and the sound of tiny claws digging into bark. Sadly, coyotes aren't known for their climbing abilities but Sharon knows she can jump. She races forward, leaps, and snaps at the nearest scurrying squirrel, not even entirely certain it's Jedao.

[untitledshuos]

Though Jedao no longer has most his abilities, same as Sharon, in this form, he retains his passive sense of masses around him. So while he isn't looking in Sharon's direction, he senses a coyote shaped and density mass leap toward a nearby squirrel. He freezes, ready to make his own move.

Only a stupid squirrel would go after a coyote or a squirrel that isn't quite a squirrel. Or a stupid squirrel that isn't quite a squirrel.

Jedao leaps for the coyote's back, to land and scramble up to put claws to eyeballs if he can be so lucky. Should Sharon start to shift back, he too can shift and disappear back into the forest and away from Otherworld. But why do that when she's a coyote and he's a squirrel? Eh? He doesn't need to win so much as push her to new lengths.

[fogsong]

Her teeth snap mere centimeters away from a poor squirrel's bushy tail. As her heavy paws connect back to the earth, she feels the weight of something land upon her back, tiny hands digging into her tawny fur for purchase. With no arms to reach and bat, she can only buck, yip, and shake. It doesn't take long for him to make it to her head.

Realizing there are few options left to protect herself, she makes the split-second, wild decision to slam her head, and hopefully Jedao, into the thick trunk of the nearest tree.

[untitledshuos]

Jedao senses the movement, and his claws dig harshly into Sharon's skin. Claws draw some blood as the force of the hit into the tree makes them instinctively squeeze. It's rough. It's fine. In a flash, Jedao is human, a strange visage of a human atop a coyote. He's not a large man, but a coyote is not a large animal.

He wastes no further time, his wounds automatically healing now that he's back to his human (voidmoth) form. Jedao grabs his gun to bring up under her head—a fight to do that before she can transform back and drag him to Otherworld. Yet he remains alert, too, to drag himself across space away if need be.

[fogsong]

Sharon buckles under Jedao's weight but manages to remain upright, lifting her muzzle as he presses the barrel of his gun against the underside. She snarls, her teeth bared, and it turns into a low, guttural growl; a warning. Her mind is racing, desperate to find an out, but every option comes up short. In this position, in this form, there's no fucking way to slip out from beneath him.

She feels a small flash of panic and, without consciously considering her next action, she shifts again. Instead of returning to her human form, she grows. Her fur thins and darkens as her rib cage extends. In a flash, she is a massive doe, standing at near the same height as a full-grown bull. Her antlers and hooves gleam gold in the light. Jedao doesn't have long to register the change because Sharon immediately begins to buck wildly as she snorts out fire.