gonnawreckit | 400m [Action/Voice - for all event] (Faeren infection!)

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[It was a steady progression throughout the first day. First he was freaked out by the wings and seeing the similar change in everyone else. Did they all finally charge their P-Meters enough to fly at the same time?

But he soon finds he's not just freaking out from the wings only. Social interaction in general starts to feel more intimidating than usual, and eventually he just feels the need to get away from it all. He leaves a hastily-scrawn note for Vanellope before making his way out for somewhere to have a getaway.

He finds himself drawn towards the farmlands and along the way discovers his new powers. He finds areas without crops to make into his temporary shelters, by using his earth powers to make small burrows and caves. Maybe there he can truly find some alone time. But whenever someone finds him, he'll be quick to move again. He can't let them all find him.

And in some cases he may accidentally hurt some plant-life - in which he can be seen trying to treat the plant and nurse it back to life in some clumsy and ineffective way.]

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Is it really so hard to just be left alone?

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Think I mighta... stepped on it, a little. [He says as he flexes his massive toes.]

[A little . . . Oscar glances down at the giant man's toes. Barefoot.]

Do they hurt?

My feet? Nah, they're fine. [He says with a soft smile. Of course, the feet are littered with a number of scratches and stuff from just his normal traveling barefoot. But he doesn't seem to mind them.]

[Though Ralph may not mind them, Oscar does. Still looking down, he scowls slightly.]

That won't do. If you keep this up, they might get worse and you'll hurt. Can you sit down?

Sheesh. What're you, my mom?

[He plops himself down and spreads out the big old feet.]

[He smiles contentedly at the gesture, finding the remark to be a sort of ice breaker.

Oscar raise his hands toward the man's feet (it is still unbelievable how large they are, and he wonders how thick they must feel from presumably having been walked on for so long), though he doesn't touch them, and exhales deeply.]

. . . I've never done this, to be honest. Still, I have a feeling that it'll work.

[And, true to his belief, Nala's magic weaves through the cuts and scratches, healing them with some effort on Oscar's end.]

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