Skill: Cartoon Physics- Folk Bunny Edition.
What was he suppose to do with that?
Illeuid, having to deal with an even moodier Brakus, a suspicious Priscilla, a curious Reilard, and overbearing parents, had now become more determined to try to grind for more skills before escaping from the Veilkerhurst castle. It had become very uncomfortable for him to exist within these walls. Ever since that strange impromptu meeting of his immediate family members, he felt as if a noose had been tied around his neck. It did not help that whenever he would scratch his neck in order to abate the itchy sensation that he would find a woven rope prickling against the area. He had a whole pile that he had taken to tossing into a corner of his room. He guessed that this had to be another part of his animated skills. Having gag props were essential to the hijinks and wackiness that he had enjoyed in his morning cartoons. Though he wished they were anything else.
He studied the words on the dialogue box. He was still exploring the strange cartoon physics that his body was slowly emulating. It was alarming to have his arms go numb before they became more bendy. Or when his knees felt weak and he would collapse. When he contacted his system to see why he was being subjected to these random fits, it clarified that his body was just adjusting to his new self.
You're essentially becoming a real life cartoon, it had gone on to explain. You soon won't be bound to the rules of reality of this world.
Illeuid had nodded, finally accepting that this was his new way of life. On the one hand, it was alarming to have his stomach literally drop to his feet whenever he felt intense dread before it bounced back up into place whenever he had the misfortune of facing ,embers of the Veilkerhurst family. Yet on the other hand, he was enjoying the fact the he was slowly becoming invulnerable. Now, his system did explain that he could still be killed if he did not utilize his skills properly. Whatever that meant. But as there have never been an existence of cartoons in this world, he was essentially safe from any major injuries. That was a plus in Illeuid's book. Who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
A neigh filled the air.
Illeuid stiffened. He slowly turned to see where the sound came from. Floating in the air was a horse's jaw. It grinned in his direction before making the sound again and disappearing into nothingness. Illeuid blinked, trying to fathom that he could now summon animals. Or at least, parts of one. This showed that he had to be careful with his thoughts as he could not predict what he could bring into fruition and what would remain innocuously in his head.
He just needed to run a few tests.
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The maid froze in the middle of the hallway, dreading how this interaction was going to go.
The youngest Veilkerhurst was skipping merrily in her direction. After hearing of all of the strange happenings that seem to surround the young boy, she did not know if she should run or if she would be safe from his attention.
"Ulya!" The young boy called out to her.
The middle aged woman braced herself, uncertain of what attack her opponent may have in store for her. The servants have been subjected to all sorts of injuries from bored Veilkerhurst children. And now that the youngest was starting to demonstrate the most absurd behavior.
"Wh--Whoa!!" Within seconds, the youngest fell forward, landing face first onto the stone floor with his legs flying up into the air. But it did not end there. He slid forward, his legs flying up and arcing over his head. There was a sound of screeching accompanying his journey, the sound splitting the air until he came to a stop in front of the maid. None of them moved for a few moments, the silence stretching endlessly. Then the youngest Veilkerhurst propped himself up, not bothering to correct his bottom half as he nonchalantly addressed the maid. The poor woman gave a short shriek, bringing her hands to her mouth in horror.
Most of the youngest Veilkerhurst's face had been rubbed off by his short stint. All that was left were bloody streaks and viscera on pale white bone.
"Ulya, the academy starts in a month's time, correct?" She could not comprehend how he was able to sound out the vowels and consonants without any lips, but the sounds continued to come out legibly.
Ulya swallowed down her revulsion. She could only answer him with a shaky nod. Though she could not tell, it seemed as if the youngest Veilkerhurst broke out into an excited smile.
"Great!" The young boy chirped out. The academy was where the most rigorous of tests would occur. He could use the little bit of time he had left to refine his cartoon skills. He would not be able to avoid all of the pitfalls that his family and the other nobles may set for him, but he would at least temper some of the expected humiliation. Satisfied, Illeuid scrambled to his feet, brushing off any dirt that may have clung to his person. Blood dripped from his torn flesh onto his clothing and the floor. He turned away from the sickened maid no longer finding any need to pay her any mind. He waved a quick farewell to her as he looked upon the floor for pieces of his face. When he located them, somehow having only been split into two halves, he bent down to pick up the two pieces. Illeuid shook off whatever debris may have gotten stuck to them from residing on the floor before placing them with a wet plop back onto his face.
"It was suppose to be one whole..."he murmured to himself. He held his face in place as he made his way back the way he came.
Ulya fainted from the shock.