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This is Very sudden and I do apologize for it but I think I'll be putting this blog on the shelf. If the url change didn't give it away this doesn't mean Oz and co. are down for good I'll most likely remake but I gotta let the dust settle and collect my thoughts.

Thank you all and I hope to see you around (if not on other blogs of mine, on the eventual remake!)

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When you're in the dead of night, and underneath the pale moon light,

A Mystery Unfolds, It's a thrilling, eerie sight.

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"Yeah.. can't imagine it's a particularly- .. good time. How long have you been here?"

Oz kept their gaze on the shackle as they spoke, both to maintain focus as their hand unwound itself to probe the chain for week links and to refrain from fumbling any further in this conversation than they already had.

Phobias began to crop up, some slinking along the length of the chain to aid in the calculated breakage, others openly staring at the princess.

One pressed itself closer to the amalgam's cheek, muttering worriedly into their ear at the emphasis certain words were receiving in the descriptions fed to them. They didn't get the time to offer reassurances before the princess was speaking again.

"Ah- sorry.. it's Oz! What's, uh... your name?"

"... Yeah- that- probably should've answered my question."

An awkward laugh, Oz glancing away a moment to regain their composure before refocusing on the chain. They drew a bit closer to get a better look at the shackle, still maintaining a bit of distance.

"Sorry- I.. can probably help with the shackle thing-!"

They would make an effort regardless, though they suppose the difficulty of the task would depend on the qualities of both the woman and the chain. If she was human, as told to them, it would be no problem to snap the shackle in two. If she wasn't, if there were other forces as play to give the chain the ability to keep something stronger restrained, it'd take a bit more.

There really was only one way to find out.

Moving over to the wall, they examined the chain's anchor to the wall for any signs of wear. The blade upstairs seemed perfectly pristine, but they'd hoped the basement's conditions would've age the metal faster. They take hold, giving it a hefty tug.

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are you a fan of anya from spy family? maybe prismo from the adventure time series (and fionna and cake series... and that other mini series..)? or hey! what about skid from spooky month?! i heard episode six is right around the corner :] OH WAIT NO! how about abby from the new five nights at fr.eddy's movie!? if you're a fan of any of these character, maybe consider following my blog which features all these characters and more. though you should know, i am SELECTIVE in who i interact with. but a little like or follow couldn't hurt!

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oz look out- OZ LOOK OUT!!!

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"Yeah, pretty much— intense stuff like this sort of just happens to us generally.. so I thought I'd stay in the car. Uh, didn't really.. work out all that well."

Oz had a number of worries when the agent first strolled up to the car, from potentially dealing with another one of those containment agencies to just run-of-the-mill trouble with the law. They were terrible at keeping their cool, this was more of a situation practically any of the other passengers would thrive in– fortunately, however, the questioning seemed rather unrelated to the laundry list of shenanigans this roadtrip entailed.

"Th.. Thanks though! Y'know.. for the help."

Their gaze drifted from the restrained killer to the building proper, then to one of the numerous watches on their person. Still would be a bit before the others finished the impromptu shift, Oz cleared their throat after a moment.

"I'm, uh, Oz! Just.. in case you needed that. And you are..?"

B.P.R.D. Investigations: Man Hook Car Door.

"... and you're saying you're on a roadtrip," Gruff voice spoke around the cigar between red lips, pen held to notepad in hand. "- with a ghost, a werewolf, and more. All of whom are currently serving the night shift at this Soup-er-ia here?" The cambion continued, gesturing at the 'Simon's Soups' whose lot the car was parked in.

Where he'd found the pile of fears cowering in fear of the hook-handed killer outside, whom big red had clobbered & captured.

The Bureau only had him out here to catch the idiot currently laying unconscious on the ground after taking a stone fist to the skull, and if this were standard routine, he'd already be gone... but, standard routine didn't usually involve other paranormal forces just. There.

This was one of the few times he didn't need to make himself as scarce as possible, and thus, could actually perform normal agent duties this time around. Like taking witness testimony.

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Oz remained still, or at least as still as they could manage amidst both the prodding of the merfolk and the constant shifting of their mass.

The phobia closest to the purple mer practically lit up, a cluster quickly crowding around their head in order to return the gesture. A crowd of soft, but audibly excited chatter followed. The amalgam nodded at the initial observation.

"I sort of just.. copied what majority of the monster's up here were shaped like- I can be smaller!"

Up their hand went– the claws, which appeared sharp at a first glance, were far duller upon closer inspection, and their hand shifted to match the mer's own before returning their more default humanoid shape.

At the second question they paused, thinking over their answer.

"Well.. eating is more sort of- recreational for me? At least eating the food up here. I don't do it as much as most, probably!"

They startled slightly at the other's voice and the sudden contact, having to take a moment to readjust so they would not be knocked over with how light they were. Phobias rushed to greet the other, swarming to press against their cheek in turn. Oz laughed faintly, quick to reassure.

"Oh- It's okay! I'm alright, really!"

Gaze returning to Miranda as she spoke, Oz'z ears perked. The names were taken in, eyes darting to each in turn as faces rose to claim titles. Were they meant to repeat the greeting? Their ears drooped a moment, typical uncertainty clouding their face, before they brought themself to speak.

"Ah- It's nice to meet you all! How's your visit been so far?"

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Oz was answered back by a chorus of merfolk, lifting their voices high and whistling with the words. Only perhaps three others within the group seemed to recognize what Oz was saying, the others seemingly receiving a translation a few moments afterwards, as the wash of song continued, a few more words that Oz could sort-of understand being slipped in as it was translated back to them. The first three called back with two "Hi!"s and one "Hello!", though this was not the only words that Oz would hear, as among the others there came a few distinct "Greetings!" in what was clearly Miranda's voice carrying her accent thicker than usual.

The one who answered in 'hello' tugged at Oz's arm, reaching for their shoulder. They were close, pressing their purple head in close to one of the phobias, though their fins turned, kept on Oz in a better gesture of merfolk attention. In the meanwhile, they nudged the phobia with the tip of their snout, as if trying to see how they responded, their eyes kept there.

"You are-! Long? Long in the limb," they started, less of a complete thought and more of something they were trying to process, speaking as they looked Oz over.

"Long, black, soft — like aiun-ioa'tye? Oh!!" Another, one of the 'hi's picked up, marking a small call back in the chorus. They were lifting up Oz's hand in their own, looking them over, laying their hand against the palm to see how different it was. Their hand was larger, again with the coarse sandpaper-scales over the pads of their palms, which cast into abrupt contrast how thin and delicate not only Oz's were, but the hands of all of those who lived inland, with only a single thumb and no need to walk upon them when they did move. "You are so small! Do they not feed you here?"

"Why do you look like that?" came another, lifting their head up to try and rub it against Oz's from behind, running along their snout so that their cheeks would press together. The position shoved into sharp contrast how firm and muscular their bodies were, even wearing clothes borrowed from Miranda and her castle, a sharp stab of alarm with the reminder of how strong merfolk were. "Silly, silly!!! Get down here, stop that!"

The reef merfolk, the first one to speak, laughed a barking seal laugh, pushing against the last with their hand. "They cannot help it! You get down!"

Miri, appearing more and more bewildered at what to even do, kept glancing from Oz to the merfolk, hands pulling in close to her chest, ringing around her knuckles. Occasionally she would be pulled from the overwhelming sensation by a question enough to make her answer back in the local merfolk language, but the princess's normally unruffled demeanor was starting to fray at the edges. Unlike her friends, unlike Oz standing before her, these were people who knew her as a Crown Princess, as a ruler who reigned over their lives. That made it hard to settle, hard to figure out which version of herself she should be, what she should present herself as. She seemed to be having a good time, at the least, as much as she was trying to satisfy two different sets of cultural norms at the same time.

Another question came for her in the quick, weaving song, and that startled her enough to realize she had an actual job to do here, instead of sitting there and looking in over her head.

"Af- dii'eqa uirn ia Oz prr'aht! Oz, this is Eii'ekte, Gra-ateh'l, Sajtajii, V'ry'uie, Mui'oadi, Jua-it, D'dyrea'k, Kq'tu-Nuj—" Miranda continued, gesturing to each merfolk as she listed them, starting with the reef merfolk who kept staring at Oz's legs like they couldn't believe it, then the blue-silver one holding Oz's hand in theirs, then the silver merfolk with patches of white who playfully smacked their tail against Eii'ekte, and so on. Each one, in turn, lifted their head up and sang back a soft "Wrr'aet Oz!" in greeting, fanning their fins out.

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"... Yeah- that- probably should've answered my question."

An awkward laugh, Oz glancing away a moment to regain their composure before refocusing on the chain. They drew a bit closer to get a better look at the shackle, still maintaining a bit of distance.

"Sorry- I.. can probably help with the shackle thing-!"

They would make an effort regardless, though they suppose the difficulty of the task would depend on the qualities of both the woman and the chain. If she was human, as told to them, it would be no problem to snap the shackle in two. If she wasn't, if there were other forces as play to give the chain the ability to keep something stronger restrained, it'd take a bit more.

There really was only one way to find out.

Moving over to the wall, they examined the chain's anchor to the wall for any signs of wear. The blade upstairs seemed perfectly pristine, but they'd hoped the basement's conditions would've age the metal faster. They take hold, giving it a hefty tug.

"Ah! Sorry, I sort of got turned around and this was the only real building for miles and-"

Oz came to a complete halt, sentence and all, once they spotted the princess. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the heavy chain binding her wrist to the far wall, a million questions flooding them at once. Why was she chained down here? How long had she been in here? Why had a dagger been sitting on the table just before the basement entrance?

Setting their queries all aside for now, the amalgam did their best to play off their reaction by clearing their throat. Starting from the top, they spoke again.

"Sorry, I'd come in here for directions but-.. are you alright?"

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Oz would hear them long before they ever saw them, despite the air not carrying sound the same way the water suspended it, despite the relative small number of them. There was only perhaps ten or so, not counting the spot of pink moving amongst them, a singular body in a verifiable rat king of sinuous shapes, but the sound that preceded them couldn't have been made by a hundred landfolk. Their voices were legion, refusing to betray their numbers, a singular voice splitting into many before merging back into one again, their singing interweaving over each other, becoming a mass as complex as it was impenetrable.

It was one thing to hear Miri speak underwater, held in the boughs of her castle, amplified tenfold. It was another to hear an actual group of merfolk and the song they spoke. It was unearthly in the sense that there was no other sound like it on this earth nor beyond, something like a whale song and yet more, a dozen currents of song and melody interweaving and flowing above and beneath each other, compounding off each other, forming new sounds and new meanings the more they moved and shifted. It seeped into the air, into the ground, infected breath and heartbeat alike, alien in some indecipherable manner that left even the rudimentary knowledge Oz had far behind. Occasionally, at best Oz would catch a snippet of a word that they knew, a grammar rule that they would recognize, but then they were swarmed over again, shifted, folded back into the beat to become a swarm of information so great that it would have flowed into their mind, if they understood the whole of it.

They were mostly silver, a dull blue the same shade as schooling ocean fish, lighter on their bellies and around their fins. One was brown and barred like a grouper, larger than the others. They were nudging and nestling against one bright yellow at the tail but purple at the head, decorated with faint stripes where the transition happened, longer and more slender than those before — a pattern and a color scheme that was repeated with the rest of the group. All of them were larger and thicker than Miranda, muscle and fat and bone, and all pressed in and over each other, not a moment passing where they were not in contact with another.

Miri, to what credit she was owed, flicked her fins up to attention and tried to stop when she reached Oz, to stand before them like she had so many times before.

Her company did not.

When Miranda stopped, they kept going, leaning up and around Oz, sitting up shakily on their back legs, hands and claws and heads immediately coming to touch Oz. Their eyes were massive, fins lifting up and moving back down and turning and tilting one way and then the next, staring at them, asking questions amongst themselves and sharing sentiments that Oz only caught glimpses of between the barrier of language.

They did not seem violent. They did not seem aggressive, touching Oz the same way that they touched each other and had touched Miranda already. The issue was that the delicate nature with which Miranda touched everything wasn't shared by them, so unfamiliar with what Oz was and what they were looking at. Their claws were long, duller than Miranda's but saw far more use, and the pads of their hands which were smooth on Miranda were coarse and rougher than sandpaper, seemingly coated in thousands of knife-shaped scales designed to catch and to hold. Their grip was strong, and, unafraid and unrelenting, they held Oz like they would hold each other, hard enough to bruise on someone with no scales or osteoderms to cover them.

"Oh, ah-" Miri stumbled over herself, her fins taking on a rosy hue, her pupils large and eclipsing the blue, "Do not- Do not mind them, this is their first time inland, please-"

There was always a bit of a difference in Oz's demeanor around this time of year, even if it was similarly the stretch of time they'd be seen the least. They'd grow a bit more assured, a bit more willing to take the extra step where they'd typically falter.

It was admittedly not much when observed in a vacuum, but they were delighted all the same. The phobias similarly were in brighter moods, though they suspected that was more likely due to the holiday surplus in sugary snacks rather than meager strides in their personal goals.

Ears, a bit more pronounced than usual, perked at the almost orchestral chatter. Understanding passed them by in fleeting bursts, the fragments far too scattered to piece together the wider conversation. Hands, with fingers more akin to claws in shape, idled in the bag of chocolates as they stared. Several eyes blinked in muted surprise while the flurry of merfolk descended upon the amalgam.

There was that reflexive spike of uneasiness at the crowding, though it slowly settled as they registered Miranda's own reaction. A soft laugh escaped as they allowed the poking and prodding to continue, not so concerned with the roughness. For each would-be bruise, the imprint of the offending mer's hands lingered in their gelatinous makeup before it popped back into shape.

Their ears rose and fell occasionally in reaction to the movement of fins, slower and clumsy but nonetheless making an effort to mirror.

The phobias happily drank up the attention of the crowd, popping up closer to the surrounding mers to wave and make idle soft chatter only audible to those of fine hearing.

At last the words finally leave them, eyes shutting contently in lieu of a smile.

"Oh, It's alright..! We don't mind, really— also, hi!"

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"Ah! Sorry, I sort of got turned around and this was the only real building for miles and-"

Oz came to a complete halt, sentence and all, once they spotted the princess. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the heavy chain binding her wrist to the far wall, a million questions flooding them at once. Why was she chained down here? How long had she been in here? Why had a dagger been sitting on the table just before the basement entrance?

Setting their queries all aside for now, the amalgam did their best to play off their reaction by clearing their throat. Starting from the top, they spoke again.

"Sorry, I'd come in here for directions but-.. are you alright?"

"H-Hello? Is someone there?"

She had sworn she'd finally heard that door creak open, after.. how long has it been? It's hard to tell down here, after all, but it's surely been quite some time. Hopeful, if hesitant, tone making her voice border a near whimper despite it's friendly cadence. The slight stir of chain on stone as she sat there and awaited some form of response.

She wasn't supposed to be here, was she? That's a prevailing thought in her head, for whatever reason. Something was.. different, but that's less pressing than a visitor.

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"If waiting to know the terms means I have to leave you like this- there's just no time to worry about it."

They could feel the pit forming where a stomach should be, internal panic twisting within as the out provided was declined once more. A sense of finality was creeping in, and it was terrifying. Still, the words left them without pause.

"Whatever it is, whatever I'll have to do... it can be something we figure out later, okay? It's the last thing that's important right now.."

With those words, the dread is packed away, shoved to the far corners of their mind to be picked through at a later date. It was necessary, there was simply no room for them to unravel.

Their grip tightens on the cloth a moment as they tense, eyes widening as the mostly stationary princess finally sets into motion. The acidic smell of bile fills the space, and it pushes Oz into motion in turn. They draw closer, skirting around the mess on the floor, before kneeling by the cushion.

Her wails only twist them up further inside, the palpable despair fulling the feeling of utter helplessness. They continue to push through, refusing to slow their momentum less the be consumed by a paralysis of their own design.

Their additional hands retreat to gather up additional supplies to deal with the acidic mess, wasting no time to get to work as Oz themself kept their focus solely on the princess.

"Don't worry..."

Their voice was soft, with as much reassurance as possible poured in. Carefully do they move to soak the cloth in their hand with saline, pausing before they grow any closer.

"I'm gonna take care of the floor, okay? You don't have to say anything, rest your voice.. just look at me when you're ready- and I'll clean up the vomit and blood on you.."

"I can't ignore it— I won't."

Despite the way their shape trembles, struggling to maintain itself beneath the mountain of pressure the path before them held, the typical uncertainty in their voice faded at the declaration.

"I'm staying right here."

The fear emanating off the princess enveloped them thickly, drawn to them in a way. Attempting to worm its way into every crevice, to drag their attention from the task at hand. Taking a breath, Oz abandoned the search of the room proper to their their focus towards the door.

Shutting it for a moment, their finger morphed into a ornate key-shape before sliding into place. When they opened the door again, the hall replaced with a familiar monochromatic spire, their arm stretched into the space and split to branch into various unseen halls.

"I'm just going to get something for the blood— to help patch you up, okay?"

Their arm finally began to retract after a moment, the various branches it'd split into holding various supplies typical of a first aid kit— along with various cloths for soaking up the blood.

Oz made no move to approach her, no move to touch her, they simply set out each item in plain view. Bandages, saline, and gauze tape was carefully placed down. Lifting one of the cloth rags, they spoke.

"I want to start with wiping up some of the blood when you're ready— I'll be right here until then, however long it takes."

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oz and the protag of slay the princess are in a venn diagram in my mind btw

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"Ah- Back on the road already???"

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BORN 2 RUMINATE

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Did you think you were safe because I was gaming? Well, too bad.

Meep, your Oz is genuinely so lovely. You've made them into such an incredible little character that I absolutely adore interacting with any chance I get. One of those magical characters that have wholly replaced the Canon one for me. You've put so, so much thought and made Oz into something special; your very own character.

So as always Meep, absolutely adore Oz <3

WAUGH..

Thank you Mirth!! As always you're inescapable whenever that post comes around <3

It's a blast writing them with Amelia, quite literally one and the same in every instance they interact, but trust i WILL branch out to your wonderful gallery of other characters.. one million threads in your future 🫵

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?