Regaldo’s Saturday night odd encounter(Elaine)
Date: 2026-06-06 21:08
(Regaldo’s Saturday night odd encounter(Elaine):Elaine)
[Sat Jun 6 2026]
On Foxglove Street
It is night, about 65F(18C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At Hawthorn and Woodcrest
There is a last quarter moon.
(Your target is attacked by an animal or small group of animals driven mad with magic, it is up to them to escape or fight them off for long enough for their allies to arrive and help deal with the threat.
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“So, anyway, as I was beep booping; What brings you to my lovely little back water, Just Vanessa?” chirps out of Regaldo’s phone as the fat man perches his -ness on the seat of his bike, resting from the looks of things.
“I needed to find something to do with myself,” Vanessa admits, rubbing her stump lightly. “Between covid and the incident, I stalled out hard as an adult, and I needed… somewhere to do something useful to others.”
The street is quiet, calm, and nondescript aside from the pair chattering away. Vanessa and Regaldo are completely alone on this fine evening, the mist visible as a great wall in the distance. The sound of dogs barking can be heard off in the other direction, and somewhere above, a bird chirps.
“To.” Regaldo’s phone recites, “Not, with.” The fat man’s eyes narrow briefly as his hand drifts towards his side, “Context matters.” His gaze drifts briefly towards the wall of mist in the distance but levels back on Vanessa after a beat.
“Useful to, not do to,” Vanessa tries to clarify, smiling shyly. “I was in the Peace Corps before the world exploded, then I was volunteering with an asian non-profit in the Philipenes and, well,” she looks at her stump, then shrugs her… hand and stump, and admits, “I’m used to helping.” Her eyes track the bird, unconcerned with the mist.
Off down the street, the barking grows a little louder.
Regaldo seems to relax some at Vanessa’s response with his cheeks puffing out some, “Sorry. Been a bit on edge lately.” chirps from his phone with the barking garnering his attention, “Think that’s a dog dog or something meaner?”
Vanessa tipss her head as she looks toward the barking, listening with her regular human ears, before she admits, “I can’t tell, but wolves don’t usually bark, so… could be either. Could be a hellhound, for all I know,” and she starts off that way at a quick, but not jogging, pace.
“I’m lazy. Get on.” chirps from Regaldo’s phone before he pockets it and kick starts his bike. His stomach jiggles as he revs it, and unfortunately, a random bit drops from the bike and skitters across the pavement.
Vanessa obediently hops on, though she’s more hesitant in grabbing him. She goes to hold the tail of the bike, but another piece falls off, so she settles for holding his sides. Grabbing his love handles if you will.
As Vanessa climbs up behind Regaldo, another sound comes, from the opposite direction, in the mists. More barking. Accompanied by a bleating sound. Then, bursting from the mist, a satyr comes clippity cloppitying along, bow snapped in its hands as it flees. Its fur is matted with blood, and on its heels, come several large, black dogs, normal dogs, except for their feral fury. And hauling ass in the back, a chihuahua, yapping angrily as it snaps at the satyr.
Vanessa understands, in her soul, that chihuahua.
Regaldo’s eyes narrow as it spots the satyr being harried by the large black dogs. He looks over his shoulder to Vanessa then nods to the satyr as he takes off on the bike to intercept, jiggling all the way.
As the pair pull up on the bike, Vanessa leaps off for what is certainly one of the choices of all time, as she shifts, jiggling, before muscle fills in, and suddenly, there is a big fucking pig.
The satyr continues its panicked bleating as the bike roars up, and that panic only grows when a massive pig is suddenly dropped into the equation. It turns, just in time to have one of the dogs leap, slamming it flat on its back as the beasts begin savaging the poor goat creature, the chihuahua gunning for it with all its might as it immediately begins ripping at its throat in a surge of hellish fury. As if driven on, more barkings come from both sides of the street, several more shapes visible as they run toward the scene of the satyr slaughter full tilt, howling, barking, growling, yipping and yapping.
Vanessa(Japanese boar) lifts the necklace off the satyr and presents it to Regaldo, before she returns to the group, and snuffles, nudging a dog or six with her snout.
The necklace has, unfortunately, already been shredded, so as Regaldo is brought the trinket, it is little more than threads and dog slobber, with a mix of satyr blood in for good measure.
Regaldo can’t help but chuckle as Vanessa(Japanese boar) takes a moment for thievery after he stops the bike. Fat man looks like he’s getting a bad idea as he starts ambling towards the downed satyr, and the tiny dog and starts ambling. It’s a jiggly jog at first but he picks up speed and tries to punt the little yappy dog.
Be it the jiggling or the running, Regaldo’s fist swings out, catching the chihuahua full in the side and sending the little hellhound airborn, flying nearly twenty feet before it comes crashing and rolling to the ground.
Vanessa(Japanese boar) is distracted by the punting and snorts, loudly, at Regaldo. Possibly in approval.
Regaldo punted the yappy dog, not punched, but looks impressed with his work nonetheless.
Regaldo reaches out to try and pull the satyr to it’s feet while getting ready to defend himself from the doggos. He gives a quick thumbs up to Vanessa(Japanese boar), the wonder swine.
As the chihuahua goes flying and Vanessa(Japanese boar) does her snuffing, the dogs seem to take notice of the pair for the first time. That is, of course, not a good thing. In a furry fury, the animals charge, unknowingly making a pincer between them and the second group of dogs also still charging forward. Their feral barks resume, and suddenly, there are dogs leaping at both Regaldo and Vanessa(Japanese boar), teeth bared and snarling. Even that punted chihuahua is staggering to its little feet and readying to make a drunk looking charge.
The chihuahua was of course, kicked to the air, not punched, before the dogs rushed.
Vanessa(Japanese boar) stomps a hoof and makes a gutteral sound at the dogs, keeping near Regaldo, protectively.
Regaldo grins at Vanessa(Japanese boar) and pulls out a small bag that he scatters around himself, the pig and the satyr while leaving them a path out if a retreat is needed. He motions for the other two to take a step or three back.
As Vanessa(Japanese boar) tries to assert her dominance, one dog bounces off her side. Then another. A rain of pups striking and rebounding from the oversized pig as Regaldo pulls the torn, and uncertainly alive satyr back away from the feral animals, caltrops clinking to the ground before them. The dogs immediately rush across, and more howling ensues. But still, the little beasts come, limping along as they continue their pursuit. Meanwhile, the second group of dogs has almost reached Regaldo and Vanessa(Japanese boar), another swarm of dogs already taking shape behind them. Similarly, a rushing pack is emerging from the mists ahead, snarling and howling along.
Vanessa(Japanese boar) is, ironically, faster as a fat fuck hambeast, so she scoops the satyr and jogs at max hampower toward the bike, helping get the creature toward it, and protecting Regaldo until he’s seated. Only then would she shift back.
Seems Vanessa(Japanese boar) had a similar idea as the fat man as he ambles back to his bike and kick starts the damned thing. He gives a nod to the big pig noting his ready to depart and then moves to flee via beat up motorcycle. To add a bit to waylaying their doggo parade, Regaldo leaves them a present a la smoke grenade.
Vanessa clambors onto the bike, not trusting her fat ass as a boar, her much more petite and reasonable weight as a woman finding her behind him again, far less shy about grabbing a handful of love handles. “Those dogs are … quite mad,” she shares, helpfully.
The smoke grenade hits the ground, a cloud of acrid smoke rising to conceal the, now trio’s, escape. The dogs, driven to frenzy by, something, rush blindly into the smoke. But it is for not, as the motorcycle is, for wonders, faster than angry dogs. It is only that puntdrunk chihuahua that, through unholy amounts of fury, stays on their tail as long as it can. But, eventually, it too falls behind. The motorcycle roars on, toward the next pack, no, wave, would be more accurate, of dogs.
Regaldo shifts his hand to his pocket and draws out his phone, frantically tapping at the screen (Don’t text and drive, kids), “Think the little rat dog needs to go.” chirps out from the phone after a beat as he circles the block. “Or we can try to cut and run?”
“Do you wanna try and Tokyo Drift this junkcycle through the crowd?” Vanessa asks Regaldo, loudly.
“Do I look like Sean Boswell to you?” chirps from Regaldo’s phone as he shrugs and looks towards the satyr for a suggestion perhaps.
“Blaaaa!” The satyr bleats helpfully, clinging to Regaldo and covering him in the smell of unwashed body, goat, and blood.
“Right, goat.” chirps neutrally from Regaldo’s phone as he shrugs, “Tell me, Just Vanessa. You any good at croquet?” chirps as he’s handing his rifle towards Vanessa.
Vanessa pointedly looks down at her one arm, then admits, “Yeah,” as she holds the gun as one might a walking stick. Which she has strapped to her purse’s side.
“Little late to swap seats.” chirps as Regaldo pockets his phone and looks about for the pack with the white devil.
The evil little chihuahua is getting farther away, though still powering on toward the bike at a speed quite unusual for such a small dog.
With Vanessa playing whack-a-doggo, Regaldo downshifts and sends it towards the white devil while trying to ignore the bleating menace in his ear.
The motorcycle turns about, and they go speeding toward the little devil dog. For a moment, there is the sight of demonic joy in its little eyes, before— whack! Vanessa sends the thing flying again, this time its neck bends around at a rather odd angle from the force. As the little chihuahua falls to the ground, the other dogs pause. Barks stop. Rushes end in stumbles. And, then, Regaldo and Vanessa, and their new satyr, who is still bleeding and bleating, are surrounded by many, many confused dogs.
Clearly one to know when to cut and run, Regaldo pats the leg of Vanessa while shifting his arm around to hold onto the satyr and makes a break for it away from the confused dogs. Something metallic breaks loose of the bike and skitters across the pavement. Probably the muffler, that was just replaced last week.
As the motorcycle wheels around, the dogs turn, tails tucking as they flee from the noise of the engine.
“…Was… was that dog…?” Vanessa asks, realizing what just happened, and wincing as she hands the gun back to Regaldo.
Regaldo waits til he thinks they are in the clear to come to a stop, even making sure to take the time to settle the satyr on the road before letting go. He checks over his companions while drawing his phone out of his pocket and shouldering his rifle, “Little rat dog. Always mean as shit.” chirps from his phone, truer things never said.
Vanessa glances back at the corpse of that evil, evil dog, conflicted, but at the same time…. Her attention is now on the satyr. “How much of this guy do you think tastes like goat, and how much like pork?”
Bleating, the satyr immediately scrambles off, back toward the mist, clippity clopping at top speed.
“None of it now that it’s ran off.” chirps from Regaldo’s phone only to tap out, “Know where we can get some shwarma? I’m hungry.”