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discipulusmaleficus · 10 months

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CO-OP :3c

@idolsummons BOSS BATTLE.

🎵 for a battle theme song

idk this might be the vibe

🏰 for a location or dungeon theme and setting

You recognise this living room from a couple of Miyu's streams. (She hasn't done one in a while, huh?) It's decorated with an assiduously cutesy charm, overflowing with things that are pink and soft and sponsored. It's dark, cosy, lit by candlelight - A mohair rug has been lifted up and nudged to the side of the room. Oh, and there's a complex pattern scrawled in blood on the floor --

💬 for a opening dialogue before fight

The taller figure's gaze fixes on the intruder first, a small, unsympathetic smile crossing his face. "I didn't know we invited an audience, Miyu." Hana turns, eyes wide and guileless. Oh, dear--

👊 for a description on a special move

[ stagehand: ] The daemonic energy coursing through Hana's body leaves her distorted, unstable, strong. All it takes is a minor casting to make her even stronger. (kal sacrifices health to buff hana's attack/speed/defense dramatically for a short time.)

[ shadow actor ] : shockingly easy to lose track of the second robed figure when you're already trying to fend off each blast of energy from Hana. He's behind you, by the way. And he has a knife ready to pull over your throat -- (burst damage, bleed.)

👏 for a subordinate or mini-boss they might have

A stuffed toy has just leapt from the shelf and latched onto your arm. Why does it have bones, how are its teeth so sharp, and what sort of wretched energy can you feel it frothing with?

☠ for a game over if they win the fight

Hana looks different up close, or maybe she's just not the girl she used to be. You could have sworn she didn't have a third eyelid. A dainty arm pins you to the wall. Her assistant moves to gather a scattered bunch of papers, deliberately not looking at you. Sighs to himself. The idol seems to think for a moment, eyes predatory and sharp. slips a ritual dagger back into her skirts (no need for more mess than you've already made.) Her claws tighten around your throat --

👌 for an key item left from them after losing

Miyu's Journal! X3: A detailed and perhaps cautionary chronology of daemonic ritual. In Japanese. (If you can translate it, perhaps you can replicate some of what she did... if you really want to.) Pastel Handbag: You're pretty sure this featured in some music video or other. Might fetch a decent price on eBay.

💯 to know if they would be a easy or a hard boss

Kind of mid-game, I suppose. Thinking it might be a DPS race.

#idolsummons #is this good idk #bet you forgot you sent this

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n0-eyedtaissa · 1 year

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CUP ] : sender cups or caresses receiver’s face.

Cope

It better be fluff. 🔪

The day was just starting to warm up, the waves were still calm and lazy enough that both Clementine and Pope felt like they could be lulled back to sleep if it got too quiet. But luckily, quiet was something the both of them accepted readily. It wasn’t awkward, or empty, it was quite the opposite. It was warm and full, comfortable, something that neither Clementine nor Pope had felt in quite awhile.

The first time it happened was on Clementine's birthday. Her dad and the rest of the Pogues had wanted to do something special to celebrate, but Clementine swore up and down that her birthday was just another regular day. She didn’t really feel like celebrating. Not even some light peer pressure got her to lighten up about the prospect of a party, but somehow Pope got Clementine to agree to letting him plan something for the two of them to do. Pope made a "big plan" (that actually wasn't much but had a lot of moving pieces, like a boat heist, Clementine’s clementine cannibalism, and a non-birthday donut) just to offer her a moment of peace in their chaotic universe.

It was something that they both needed, so it became a bit of a habit. Every time that the world was feeling a bit too heavy on their shoulders, Pope and Clementine would pull a heist of their own and steal Heyward’s boat for the morning, just to go float around in the quiet for a little.

~~~

“Hey Pops, can I steal the keys for the boat today?” Pope asked as he walked into the kitchen that morning.

Heyward raised an eyebrow at his son, the corners of his mouth threatening to show a hint of a smile. “Oh, so now you’re an honest thief, huh?” He shook his head and flipped over the next page of the newspaper he was reading.

“I’m really turning a new leaf here, Pops!” Pope laughed and grabbed a cereal bowl from the cabinet.

"What d'you need the boat for, baby?" Mrs. Heyward interjected before her husband and son could launch into their drawn-out banter.

"Oh, uh," He faltered, feeling his ears get hot. "Gonna go hang out with Clementine for a little bit."

Cara's eyes went wide as she looked over at her husband, sharing a knowing glance. "Like a date?" She asked, leaning in with motherly excitement and curiosity.

"No! What?" Pope flinched. "What, no, we do this all the time!"

Heyward looked up quickly, "So you steal my boat all the time, is that right?"

Cara scowled at her husband before turning her attention back to Pope. "The keys are on the hook, baby, but be a gentleman and take that girl something nice." She gestured towards the other room but she was already getting up from her seat at the table to start making lunch for Clementine and Pope to share.

When Pope pulled up to the marina, Clementine was already sitting on the end of the dock, stealing a few quick pulls off of a joint belonging to Phoebe Deluca, of all people. Pope gave the elusive blonde a respectful head-nod, appreciating the help she gave the Pogues that summer when they were trying to exonerate John B and dig up all the proof they could about Ward Cameron's history of shady dealings. The girl responds with a careful smile and gives Clementine a quick hug goodbye, clearly seeing something that neither Clementine nor Pope had put too much thought into yet.

Clementine waves happily at Pope as he ties off the bowline and she takes a wobbly step down into the borrowed boat. She has her backpack and a six-pack cooler in tow, a pair of sunglasses sitting on the top of her head, tangled in her hair.

The two of them open their mouths to speak at the same time:

"I brought lunch!" They both say in unison, heads whipping around to look at one another, facial expressions morphing from confusion to appreciation.

"Today just got so much better" Clementine laughs, collapsing into one of the boat's cracked leather seats (and trying to ignore the fact that now the back of her shorts were wet).

Pope raises an eyebrow at her. "Why's that?"

Clementine's stalled for an answer. She didn't think that she had to spell it out so plainly for a smart boy like Pope, but all boys her age were oblivious by nature. "Well...I mean, I was already excited to hang out with you, but now there's twice as much food."

Pope feels his ears going hot once again and conveniently looks away to navigate the boat through all of the different channels of the marsh. "No yeah, exactly, that's totally what I was gonna say too..."

~~~

"You still awake over there?" Pope calls out after the two of them had gone quiet for awhile. He had dropped the anchor in a particularly shaded area of the marsh and he had been enjoying staring at the weird shapes and patterns the sunlight made as it broke through the covering of leaves overhead.

"No" Clementine laughs, admitting to dozing off a little bit on account of the soft waves rocking the boat.

Pope makes his way to the seat next to Clem and sits down, grabbing her big metal water bottle and taking a hearty sip, knowing that he didn't need to ask permission. "Wow, Clem, am I really boring you that much? I'm hurt"

Clementine quickly sits up straight, ignoring the blood rushing to her head. "On the contrary, Pope, you're like one of the only people I can actually relax around." She pushes her sunglasses up to the top of her head so that Pope could see it in her eyes that she was serious. "I say the same thing every time we do this, you realize that, right?"

Pope shakes his head in disbelief.

Clementine rolls her eyes and launches into an impression of herself: "'Honestly Pope, this is the best birthday I've had in years', 'Wow Pope, today was a really nice day'" She quotes herself to prove her point.

"Oh..." Pope falters, looking down at the base of the boat in order to hide his small smile. "I guess I never really realized..."

Clementine throws up her hands in resignation because yeah, that was kind of the problem. "You know for someone who's so smart, you're not always observant about the things that are right in front of you..." She hopes that Pope was smart enough to realize what she was alluding to, but she was okay with having to lay on the charm a little bit thicker.

“What’s right in front of me?” Pope laughs, looking around to see if there was something he was missing.

Clementine sighs. It was her! She was right in front of him. It wasn’t like she was being secretive about her crush on Pope, either — even JJ noticed (and teased her relentlessly about it), and he was usually oblivious to these kinds of things!

“Just forget it, Pope” Clementine shakes her head. “Now let’s see about that lunch" She gives him a tight, closed-mouth smile and tries to brush away her bruised feelings.

~~~

Clementine retrieves the rolled-up towel from her backpack and spreads it out along the bottom of the boat so she and Pope could sit on it together like a makeshift picnic blanket. They're facing one another and sitting cross-legged, knees almost touching. Clementine doesn't know if Pope is even aware of it, but she definitely was.

There's quite the array of food in front of them, Clem was realizing that Mrs. Heyward's love language was definitely acts of service: They had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches wrapped in tinfoil, baggies of chips that were overstock from the family store, apple slices, and a big hunk of her homemade banana bread.

"This was really nice of your mom, she didn't have to do that" Clementine covers her mouth as she chews through another bite.

Pope smirks. "Are you kidding me? I told her the same exact thing and she looked at me like I had two heads or something. It's just the kind of person that she is." He smiles fondly.

"That's really nice" Clementine says again. She truly means it, but she clams up a bit because it's something she can't relate to. Of course she missed her own mom, but even when Natalie was alive she wasn't really in the shape to be making elaborate lunches just because she wanted to. Natalie was the kind of mother who taught Clementine and Kimber how to be fiercely independent, taught them how to do grown-up things without having to rely on anybody else. That was probably a big part of the reason why Clementine had a hard time with letting people in, with expressing her wants and her feelings.

Pope notices Clementine's uneasiness and knocks his knee against hers. "Can I ask you what your mom was like?"

Clementine takes a second to respond. "I mean, sure, it might just be a bit of a downer." She shrugs "You know...cancer and all." The two of them laugh uncomfortably, but Clementine isn't offended or taken aback by the question.

Pope pauses again. "Can I ask you more about your sister?"

"I should've known that was coming next." Clementine's not meeting Pope's gaze, her eyes are trained on some rusted-over spot on the bottom of the boat, but she had a wistfulness in her expression. "I'll tell you anything you wanna know."

Clementine means it, too. She wouldn't hesitate to tell Pope the real story about what happened with Kimber, how she saw her leave out the window and get into Gat's truck, never to be seen again. She wouldn't hesitate to tell him that she lied to the police, lied to her dad and the rest of their family. Pope knew the big plot points, but Clementine had always spared the specifics.

"I just can't wrap my head around why you would lie about what you saw" Pope sighed, finally letting it slip. "If it could help you find Kimber, wouldn't it be better to tell the truth?"

"Honestly, Pope, yeah. It probably would've been." Clementine feels the weight on her shoulders shift as she admitted that out loud. "But I didn't think she would want me to tell the truth. Shit, I didn't even know what the truth even was! She was always getting into trouble and I was always keeping her secrets, we had our stupid rule." She feels her throat get tight with emotion. "I never thought it would get this bad."

Clementine adverts her eyes, not wanting to meet Pope’s gaze. She doesn’t know it but he’s looking at her, because he understands her just a little bit more now. Pope knows what it’s like to be reckless, to do fucked up things in the spirit of friendship, to be sworn to secrecy. To fuck up royally and have to face the consequences. He understood how guilty it could make you feel, wondering what more could’ve been done. Pope understands what it’s like to have someone you’d to anything for. That’s what it was like with the Pogues — with John B.

Pope knew what she meant. At the beginning of summer when John B. got the rest of the Pogues involved in the Royal Merchant treasure hunt, none of them would've thought it was going to end as stupid and dangerously as it did. Now John B. and Sarah were dead and the rest of the Pogues were forced to live with their secrets. Pope can't tell if he should feel sorry that he asked, or honored that Clementine trusted him enough to let her walls down and express how she really felt about her sister's disappearance. In times like this, he always said too much, or did the wrong thing, so he chooses not to speak at all.

Clearing away the garbage and the leftovers from the space in between them, Pope moves closer and wraps his arms around Clementine's shoulders in a clumsy hug. It takes Clementine a second to un-freeze and relax into the hug, but she snakes her arms around Pope and lets herself be comforted (something she desperately needed).

No one wants to let go right away.

Pope's hand creeps up to cup Clementine's cheek and he uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away the single tear that she let fall. "Trust me, Clem, if there's anyone who understands that, it's us. I know what you mean and how much it sucks."

Pope is looking at Clementine with so much certainty that she has no choice but to believe that what he's saying is true. She leans into his hand for a second, comforted by his touch.

"Thanks, Pope" She smiles, sniffling. "I always have the best time with you."

#is this good idk #obx oc: clementine adams #pope heyward x oc #clementine adams x pope heyward #obx oc

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