#its past my beddy time

[mothingness]

I beg for interaction and conversation but the millisecond anybody makes an attempt to approach me I crawl away like a feral cat while clutching a cross to my chest at the demon who has appeared before me

#literally my discord bio is asking to dm me an animal fact #but I didn't think anybody would actually do it #closed the tab in self defence #defence from what you may ask?? #heh......... #well... #the Terrors #the mortifying ordeal of being known if you will #my rambles #man Ive gotta shut the fuck up sometimes #text post #its past my beddy time

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

I miss. Riptide ep 98n99. I miss fuckin ma. Mae. May. M. Malena. Jays mother. I miss her bro i miss the one healthy and present parental figure of the albatrio. Possibly even all the riptide pirates actually wait. Wait no ollie exists hes got a good mum. But. i miss the tree lore i miss featherbrook i miss the quiet cosy feeling of the eagles den i miss the albatrio finally bein able to rest somewhere they knoe theyll be looked after. Im fuckin jealous of jay man i need her mother. Not like that. I need her mother to stay a mother. But bro i fuckin hope she kills jayson like she deserves the world and he is fuckin awful. Bro i fuckin hate he said jay left her mother by her "poor defenseless self" in ep53 LIKE BRO U DID THE SAME FUCKING THINGGGG UR WIFES DYINGGG AND UR TOO BUSY FUCKIN GETTIN NAVY MILK U COCKKKKK anwyayz.

#night thoughts #riptide spoilers #jrwi spoilers #just bc. 98n99 r recentish #eyag #but bro did u know the past couple motnhs ive been havin fuckin crazy ass dreams bout parents #like dreams where my parents apologize for all their shit n r much better #or where they were nice the entire time n it was like i was 4 again #or where i have different parents who r awesome #or where my friends parents basically take me in and are so kind #like bro dreams stop taunting me #AHYWAYZ beddie byes ^_^ #tije to sleep AND HELL YEA JACKS ON MY BED its cat o clock

[sirompp]

#yo. its past my beddy bye time #me tag🍭

[holographicbutch]

SPIDERVERSE CONCERT GOOD

#and now it is time for me to sleep its WAY past my beddy bye good NIGHT #anna says stuff

[gatsby-system-folks]

My mutuals watching me slowly descend into madness atm

#im actually doing fine btw its just past my beddy-bye time ♡ #shit do you guys remember when i actually used to post interesting things? me neither #i went to a queen cover concert today it slapped #but i was with my family :$.. not necessRily bad but def not necessarily good #but my favorite fic updated! #but my boss is petty and its working a nerve with evrrybody at work #but ive got energy to write! #but college starts (checks notes) Tomorrow #because it is technically sunday #because im posting this at 3:35 in the fucking morning #cursing in tags #~ chevy #go to sleep #posts from the wee hours

[obviouschild2014]

Its past my beddy bye time as us butch guys say at the front but have we really talked about ‘rescuing me makes him so happy’

#like. am i a joke to you

[crazy56u]

I woke up an hour and a half ago, and my stomach feels like its filled with honey. Let's go.

[Like last time, I'm writing the entire liveblog in Notepad before pasting it in; it worked better than I thought.]

Okay, so, then why did they skip the saga sell last week, if they're going to play it this time?

Mr. Sandman, the most tonally appropriate song to welcome us into One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: Ragnarok.

Once again, I would like to ask how the fuck Ben wound up in the worse insane asylum.

"He has short term memory loss. Dump his ass in the Looney Bin."

So, he's pretending to be pretending to have mental problems, so he can save the wife's sister. This won't backfire.

"My promise to you is this: Welcome to Hell."

And right away, we are off to a swmming start.

Why does Nurse Rached here look like a tax accountant?

I see we're in the part of the building where electricity is banned.

Okay, this straight up was a jail originally.

"Yeah, in case you thought OG Quantum Leap whitewashed the 1950s, here's the reality check."

"You know, Ben's had a rough couple leaps. Dump him into the insane asylum so he can go beddie bye."

Is this on a fucking island?!

"So, yeah, remember how we wanted me to go to sleep. Didn't work."

Ben wound up in Prison Break.

"Hey. Why were you talking to ghosts?"

Coffee: History's Worst Invention

"1954 was a dark time for mental health." >Shock Theater would like to know your location…

Translation: Jenn's actor needed a break after carrying last week.

Glad to know they remembered Janis exists.

Okay, how much longer until Tax Accountant gets punched, I already hate him.

"Coffee's dishwater-" Yeah, so, what else is new? (ba dum tish)

Okay, so Ben legitimately is in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Plot Twist: They cut out Lou's tongue.

Why does Judith look like an extra from Riverdale?

Ben, maybe speak quieter?

"YOU SAID NO PROBLEMS! TALKING TO A WOMAN IS A PROBLEM!"

And we already have a riot.

"Okay, that guy got needled, now we can talk."

"Ian, why was there a picture of a brain?"

Plot Twist: Ben's there to get the asylum shut down two decades early.

ESCAPE ROUTE: In case you forgot we needed an escape route.

Glad to know Beth woke up from her coma.

…did Janis get recast, or am I just getting tripped up by the new hairdo?

"If he's in 1954, this is our last chance!" "There's two more episodes this season, what are you on?!"

"Look, I know you're here to bust me out, but newsflash, we got more people to save."

I technically called it.

What if the solution is just burning this place to the ground.

Ben, talk quieter?

Okay, I'm calling it: This was originally meant to be a prison leap, but they pivoted, and they forgot to change the setting fully.

Oh. Goody. Martinez leapt into Nurse Rached…

"Hey, what is Martinez doing there?" My guess? Torturing Ben.

HOLY SHIT. THEY FUCKING REMEMBERED THE EVIL LEAPER PROJECT EXISTED.

What if it turns out Martinez isn't evil? That the reason why he "wants to win" against Ben because he's just leaping around for fun, and Ben keeps screwing with him without knowing it?

"Ben, it's almost five o'clock." Meanwhile, in my world, it's 10:22pm.

MORAL OF THE STORY: If you try to express yourself with painting, you get sent to the bathroom.

Ben is now speedrunning the episode, so expect things to backfire horribly.

ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND they found the torture dungeon.

Ben's turning to an old timey safe cracker, this episode has fucking everything…

Why does an island-based insane asylum have a parking lot?

"I'm here to help you. Scout's honor."

And, in case you were hoping the doctor wasn't the antagonist…

And Ben got needled.

And now we enter the "Star Light, Star Bright" portion of the program.

And Ben's gonna get fucking electroshocked, good fucking job.

Also, he broke faster than Sam, just an aside.

It would be fucking funny, though, if this leap was taking place at the same time as Shock Theater.

Ben, congratulations, you fucked the leap.

Either the doctor doesn't believe him, or he has the best poker face in the land.

He's going fucking cut Ben's head open. Ben instantly outshown Sam in the "Shit Luck" department.

"Why is she here, I thought we had her locked in the broom closet."

"Martinez leaps to help people, like Ben!" "So is he, or is he not the fucking Bad guy?!"

"Ben has to sabotage the leap!" Meanwhile in the distance, Sam Beckett is fucking screaming in frustration.

Also, did you not see the previous scene? Ben already did that.

Janis, the show got renewed, Ben ain't sacrificing shit.

Addison, you already know he can see you. HE SPOKE TO YOU.

Janis is about to go back into the broom closet, Magic is super fucking pissed.

"Look, I'm here for Judith. Go away."

…don't kill the nurse?

…he's going to use that to stab the doctor, calling it.

"Look, I don't know if you're actually on our side or not, but brass tacks time: You can't stab nurses to save the day, and Ben fucked himself over and is about to get lobotomized. You willing to play ball?"

At least Ben finally got to sleep.

"Look, O'Connor, you think I'm not above beating the shit out of a man in a straightjacket?"

"Addison said I couldn't stab a nurse. Knocking out orderlies wasn't against the rules."

Glad to see the straightjacket was a problem for all of one scene.

Martinez: Sucks at poker.

"Wait… I got a syringe… And there's a stool… … … (smashes a window)"

Ice Pick Lobotomies: The Safest Way to Murder

"STOP! I have an actual hostage! Put the ice pick down!"

Tossing the "hostage" to take down someone. A+ Gambit

"Look, believe it or not, he's helping, I'm just as surprised."

Okay, why are they now in a tunnel from Aliens?

"Oh shit. A ladder."

Okay, sewer's open. Time for a last minute conflict!

Seriously, there's 14 minutes left, something's gonna happen.

"Not bad for a pacifist." And three… two… one…

And Ben has cracked his skull. He got fucking stabbed in the jugular and fell onto concrete from a couple feet on high, Ben has cracked his fucking skull.

[Wait, since when the fuck does Tumblr have a character limit?]

#ben interrupted #spoilers #quantum leap #shock theater #one flew over the cuckoo's nest #prison break #star light star bright #to be continued

[quenthel]

its literally past my beddy time but i had an idea for a drawing so i just sketched this w my mouse lol

#quenthel special #whomever sees this and will see the finished product and can connect the dots will earn a shiny star sticker

[unidentifiable-body]

Look at himb, look at my bimbo boy he is so silly <3 (and he's ur new stepson)

ITS PAST HIS DAMN BEDDY BYE TIME THE BLORBO NEEDS TO GO SLEEPY EEPY RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

#unidentifiable ushers~☆

[anadorablekiwi]

Oh by the way if anyone is interested I’ve uploaded all my Fics about my linksona Eli to ao3

#posting it now cuz I don’t mind tbis dissappearing into the night #I mainly uploaded them there cuz it’s easier to keep track of #as opposed to my 4-5 google docs lol #there is a lot of writing #can’t guarantee any of it is good but yeah #my AO3 is AnAdorableKiwi by the way #yeh #kiwi out its beddie-bye time for me #unfortunately I am not actually nocturnal like kiwi birds #and as such must sleep #even if it’s not til past 2am heheh

[thanksjro]

Spotlight: Trailcutter - Trailcutter Threatens to Kill Several People For a Good Noodle Star

The Spotlight issues- the one-shots that focus on a single character in an effort to get readers interested in them (and sell toys, of course)- are a funny thing. The ones relating to MTMTE characters within the timeline of MTMTE’s events were written nearly a year after the events during which they are set.

The Spotlights as a whole don’t stick in my brain terribly well, and that’s probably because when I first read IDW’s run back in 2016, I went by publication dates instead of story chronology. I don’t think that really leaves itself for a properly cohesive reading experience, at least not in this particular case. It doesn’t help that a lot of the other ones weren’t super awesome reads, in my opinion. Spotlight: Cyclonus isn’t exactly my favorite thing, for example.

The Scavengers storyline gets interrupted anyway with the Annual, so I figure I might as well slot these in here as well. Really, I should have covered this between MTMTE #5 and #6. Well, technically, I don’t have to do anything in any order, but it’s what I would have preferred.

Anyway, let’s see what's up.

Looks like the Lost Light’s seen better days. It’s had a hole punched in the side of it, and Trailbreaker’s been asked to use his forcefields to keep the vacuum of space from doing its thing while all the Headmasters slap some duct tape on the rip.

No, they aren’t actually Headmasters in this continuity, but it’s not often Highbrow gets to exist in the story proper, so I figured I’d take advantage of that.

Rodimus, impressed by the quick response to the damage, decides he’s going to hold a little ceremony for the boys- not Trailbreaker though, because I guess nobody told Rodimus he’d pitched in too.

Soak it in, Highbrow, because this is the closest thing to main character status you’ll be getting this whole comic run. Be mindful up there now, because if Chromedome turns too fast he’ll take your head clean off with those massive shoulders.

Each of them receive a Rodimus Star, a medal with Rodimus’ face on it signifying that the owner has done something exemplary to earn it. It is in no way shaped like a star.

Trailbreaker, bummed out that he wasn’t recognized for the work he put in, decides to drown his sorrows at Swerve’s, which at this point is still technically not on the up and up and is running illegally. Unfortunately for Trailbreaker, the afterparty is also being hosted here, so he’s not actually escaped anything.

Off to the side, Chromedome and Brainstorm are chatting with Tailgate, who notes the theming of the award-winners’ names, and thinks it’s very funny. Chromedome explains that they’re actually nicknames, from when they all worked together.

Back at Trailbreaker’s table, he’s trying to keep himself entertained, when Whirl happens. Whirl, being Whirl, makes a rude comment about his face, claiming he has an expression he makes whenever he uses his forcefields. Trailbreaker denies this, but he totally does.

Whirl asks what’s eating at Trailbreaker, not that he really cares, and after a bit of hemming and hawing, finds out that Trailbreaker’s really bothered by the fact that he was the only one on the repair team that didn’t get a star. As it turns out, Rodimus has been passing these things out like hotcakes, because Whirl’s got one too. Pretty much everyone but Trailbreaker has a star at this point.

Whirl decides to cut out the middle man and yells at Rodimus to get his McDonald’s-looking butt over here and proceeds to cut to the heart of the matter.

Implying that Drift doesn’t already have twenty Rodimus stars for just existing.

C’mon Rodimus, just give him a star. You obviously ordered way too many if you’ve given one to Whirl by this point, and Trailbreaker’s obviously feeling low.

Whirl, not satisfied with this answer, decides to inflict his special brand of help on Trailbreaker, and decides that it’s time for a little self-improvement.

But y’know. Not like he really cares.

Totally.

The first step in the Whirl Self-Help program is to throw away your old identity while insulting/infatuating over Ultra Magnus.

Now the Spotlight subtitle makes a lot more sense. Trailbreaker/Trailcutter is one of the many characters within the Transformers franchise who suffers from trademark issues, which is why he’s got more than one name. We’ll see him flipflop between the two in MTMTE- or rather, other characters flipflop between them- OR RATHER Roberts flipflop between them.

As is, Whirl takes to the change immediately, probably because he himself has gone through the process in the past.

So, talking yourself up is the next step, but Trailcutter doesn’t really want to reinvent himself, per se; he just wants to be a little more than the guy who does forcefields. He wants people to see him for him, y’know?

Whirl thinks the answer to this conundrum is to get Trailcutter a gun.

They go find Brainstorm, who’s currently busy trying to figure out just what exactly the ship hit to punch such a big hole in it. They’ve brought in the big metal something, and he, Perceptor and a couple other nerds are giving it a good once-over.

As Whirl gushes over Brainstorm’s many inventions- lot of love coming from Whirl this issue- Brainstorm questions Trailcutter’s desire to get into traditional weaponry, seeing as he’s got some sweet stuff going on already, namely the forcefield thing and the magnawheels, which we’ll get to see in action later.

Trailcutter leaves to go take a depression nap.

When he gets to his room, he finds his roommate, Hoist, to be absent. Hoist is off on his own adventure, which is covered in his very own Spotlight. Of course, because Trailcutter is playing the buttmonkey today, he still doesn’t get left alone, as he receives a call from Swerve, who’s probably super jazzed that he’s not the most beat-down character on the ship for once.

Swerve’s supposed to be doing a sponsored silence in exchange for a Rodimus star, but he’s find it very difficult, thanks to the whole “cannot shut the hell up” thing. Swerve, much like everyone with teeth in this issue, looks like he’s got a retainer in, showing that little bit of artistic license off as he asks Trailcutter for a favor.

And on that note, let’s take a brief look at the artist for this issue, Matt Frank.

Frank’s only worked on a couple other things within Transformers, one of which being the second half of the Animated comic “First (and Second) in Flight.” His style is very different from our regular artist, Alex Milne. While Milne seems to prioritize the more technical aspects of the Transformers designs, even in the relatively streamlined looks for MTMTE, Frank’s art is much more simplified, almost soft-looking. Characters look as if their faces would squish if you grabbed them by the cheeks. There’s a lot of expression, almost to the point of looking straight-up cartoonish. While I’m not sure that this style would have worked with the more serious storylines of this series, I think it’s a shame that this was the only entry from Frank that we got to see. It’s a little funky in spot, but I like how emotionally open it feels, if that makes sense.

Getting back to the story, Trailcutter hangs up on Swerve and plugs in for beddy-bye, wishing that he were a normal dude and that everyone would just shut up about his forcefields.

See, I told you- depression nap.

Trailcutter, feeling that something’s up- both with the ship and himself- heads out to find a friend. What he finds instead is profoundly disturbing.

Clearly there is a dark evil at work, if Huffer’s smiling. He shouldn’t be able to DO that.

Trailcutter wanders around the ship, finding more of the same strangeness going on: everyone is frozen in place, even Rodimus as he yells at Rewind over those snuff films Red Alert found, firmly setting this issue for having happened right before issue #6.

Trailcutter heads back to his room, and is about to answer a call from Hoist- who is still on that mission from before naptime- when a laser blast explodes his monitor.

Zounds! Some Decepticons have snuck aboard the Lost Light, and they’re looking for trouble. Thinking quickly, Trailcutter pops out of his hiding spot to forcefield the pair… except he doesn’t, because something’s wrong. His forcefields aren’t working.

The art’s a little hard to follow here, but it looks like Trailcutter just ripped Whirl’s tit-guns off and used them to shoot that guy. Radical.

With the enemy fully distracted, Trailcutter jumps over a chair and bolts for the exit, using his magnawheels and showing us exactly why they’re called that.

They’re wheels that act as magnets. That’s why.

He hacks the door to the medibay and uses it to kill a man, crushing his head, then gets the other guy with a pair of resuscitation pads. Day’s saved! Good job, Trailcutter!

Just kidding, we still have another half of this issue to get through.

The guy Trailcutter just knocked out with medical equipment gets a call. Good thing Trailcutter’s good at impressions.

Turns out, there’s a LOT of Decepticons on the Lost Light at present, and they’re after something in the shuttle bay. Looks like Trailcutter’s got some work to do. Might as well set yourself up for success, huh pal?

Gee, Brainstorm, wonder how much of all this nonsense is your fault. I’m going to guess at least all of it.

Trailcutter stocks up on the heroic necessities, and heads over to shuttle bay 3.

Lockdown’s here, and he’s brought a third of the villain lineup from Transformers Animated with him. Trailcutter brings on the bravado, dumping the two Decepticons he took out earlier on the floor and asking just what the hell these guys think they’re doing on his ship.

Lockdown isn’t terribly impressed.

Trailcutter, what the actual, genuine fuck is that even supposed to mean?

Stealing Whirl’s little talking-up speech, Trailcutter frames himself as friggin’ death incarnate, again not impressing Lockdown very much. Honestly, Lockdown just wants to grab that big ol’ something the Lost Light ran into yesterday and go.

That big ol’ something, you see, is a Titan thumb, and Lockdown and his crew are in the business of Titan hunting. Trailcutter makes it pretty clear that he’s not going to let them take the thing, seeing as Lockdown and his goonies are probably going to use it for nefarious purposes, and so seals himself in the role of the hero for the evening. He informs the Decepticons of his claim to fame, even though his forcefields still aren’t working, then pulls a little magic trick by turning off the artificial gravity for the room, claiming it to be the work of his highly-specialized skills. He lets them go up… then lets them come back down, hard.

Then Trailcutter ramps up the psychological manipulation significantly, using his anime eyes to convince Lockdown that he’s planted a tiny forcefield within his spark, and that he’s fully capable of letting it expand until it rips said spark asunder.

Lockdown and company get the fuck away from Trailcutter as fast as they possibly can, completely terrified and also maybe just the slightest bit flustered by our forcefield specialist. Once they’re out of sight, Trailcutter allows himself a moment to reflect on a job well done.

ARE YOU FUCKING-

Roberts, please, we can’t keep doing this. The sad, proud smiles, I can’t take them.

Trailcutter plops down in the captain’s chair to take a load off, only to get spooked by the hand of Rodimus clapping down on his shoulder.

Later on, Hoist’s returned from his mission to their room, and Trailcutter regales him with his tale of derring-do. Turns out that everyone being frozen was absolutely Brainstorm’s fault, and the only reason Trailcutter wasn’t affected was because he was sleep-forcefielding.

Of course, we can’t just let the guy be happy, now can we?

Okay. I looked it up, and it turns out, the British use “snap” when they’re in a situation where they’ve got the same X as another person, i.e. two people show up wearing the same outfit to an event, or some such. It comes from a matching card game. In America, we say “snap” as an exclamation, like “wow!” or “Jesus Christ!” or “dangit!” Snap is a very versatile word in the States. So there’s your little culture lesson for the day.

Trailcutter, sinking back into his sour mood from earlier, decides to go get plastered, because he has a drinking problem, but not before he goes to make a threat on Rodimus’ life over a goddamn sticker. Thus ends dear Trailcutter’s Spotlight.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #spotlight #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #incoming analysis #comic script writing

[withinevening]

The Dynamics of Friendship + Romance or Why Clint and Natasha are freakin’ important.

Personally speaking, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff share not only one of the most important relationships in the MCU but in media in general. Why? There are TONS of characters with dramatic, close, friendships.  Friendship? SHIP! FRIENDSHIP! SHIP! Well hellllooo fandom.

That’s what’s so quirky about these two. While I’ve never been truly active in any ‘ship war’, even in its ‘glory days’ I never really saw a ship /war/ when it came to these characters. I’d like to say that when The Avengers first came out Clint/Natasha had its fair share of supporters, of which I was one, but you had your side ships, and that list grew. (Clint/Coulson and Nat/Bruce were the two I saw most frequently as alternatives.) The real debate to this day is so ‘are they friends or lovers’ line of thinking. The shipper’s position is quite obvious. Those on the friends’ side lean more towards the argument that we’re in dire need of more buddies, less beddies. (Okay, I tried people.)

Now, yes, I ship the heck out of them. But you won’t hear me arguing about that point. We DO need less sexualized relationships. It’s valid and I can see their dynamic being read that way. You won’t hear me arguing about this. But here’s where it gets tricky for me and where this post gets a little personal in order to explain. There will also be endgame spoilers and unpopular headcanons.

As someone who identifies as asexual panromantic, I have a firm sense of love not being connected to sex. They can exist together or separately. Sex and intimacy are also different. You might ask then, well, what makes the difference between a strong friendship and a romance. To me? Well, not a lot. The strongest of friendships have a level of dedication and fondness, even physical closeness. But to be ‘in love’ is something different. Yeah, you’d do a heck of a lot for your best friend. You might give then a kidney or a huge loan. A select few of us might even put yourself in harm’s way. But have you ever felt devastated at the idea that they might want to spend their lives with someone else? Have you ever craved that friend’s attention on a greater level than: I’d really like to tell or experience this with them? See a bit of a difference?

Which is why you can make ‘that scene’ in Endgame work. The problem is ‘that which you love’ beyond all else. These two can fill that spot for each other interchangeably. These two have been through hell as individuals and as a team. They are the sole keepers of every secret. They have a bond that extends beyond friendship. They are quite literally willing to die for one another when it comes down to facing the loss as THE VERY factor, not an external enemy. They’ve both encouraged one another to do things that are best for them even if it’s uncomfortable. That level of commitment, intimacy, and desire is nothing BUT romantic.

This doesn’t mean you have to ignore canon, or can’t enjoy these two as friends. As before, romance does not equate sex. But there is no question that Natasha is a part of Clint’s family in canon. Yes we know how close her and Clint are, but Laura has also seen to be quite perceptive of Natasha. They even named a child after her. She seemed right at home in their home.  We love our family. And no, of course, we don’t love our family romantically. But a form of love IS there if you prescribe to them being friends. ‘Cause lets face it. A secret agent’s life is not typical. As such your dynamics with others are not going to be standard. As far as Bruce goes, Natasha is starting to trust herself. She’s starting to open up. Clint has his family, but here is someone who’s broken in a similar way as she is. She sees this as an opportunity to try to connect with someone. She wants to reach out, but she hasn’t met many people who could even BEGIN to understand her special kind of special. So sure she’s going to be curious. But it’s still a gamble. It has the potential to be something instead of just a fun little distraction. That’s scary and they’re both cautious. But he might be able to get her and maybe it could work. Doesn’t mean she loses the other connections she has, but you never saw her falling madly in love/lust either. Canon Bruce/Nat was more about potential.

So yes, friend-shippers are perfectly valid. But you know what? Shippers are too—without having to ignore canon. It’s important to remember that these two have their own trauma. Natasha has always seemed a bit self-sacrificing. She wants to make up for her past and has had a LOT of trouble opening up. Her walls are always up. Clint’s been pretty through the wringer himself. I see them at a crossroad. They realize how important they are to one another, but Natasha realizes that the best thing for Clint is for him to have a piece of ‘normal’ that she never can/never feels worthy of. So enter his family. I feel like there’s an understanding. Clint’s family will always come first. But he isn’t who he is without Natasha. She is a part of him and vice versa. Headcanon, Laura isn’t stupid. She knows this, sees this, and pretty much has the attitude of: You come home, you stay honest to me and don’t lie about things that aren’t classified, and we’re okay. Because this life I’ve signed up for isn’t normal. I respect the person this other person helps you to be and they respect the boundaries I set. And when she visits she gets laundry duty.

So where does this leave us beyond being a “let’s all get along!” post. At the core this is one of the strongest representations of a debate in which each viewpoint isn’t mutually exclusive. They are completely compliant with one another. As someone who usually prefers her ships not be canon as so few people can write romance reliably over an extended period of time, this is so rare. Because these writers have manage to depict a truly deep relationship in BOTH ways without HAVING to declare flat out one way or another or to define a connection by sex. Natasha and Clint are textual proof in media of a relationship that doesn’t neatly fit into a box. It’s a sign of character complexity.

And that’s what our media needs. We cry about ‘diversity’ when we mean race, gender, or sexuality. We’re slowly getting those things. But instead of having token representation and stereotypes, can we start considering the extent of which we depict variety and individualism? Yes there are other characters that emphasize this point better than these two. But as time went on, this is the reason I realized they will always be embedded in my fannish heart.

#fandom: marvel #character love: black widow #natasha romanoff #character love: natasha romanoff #clint barton #character love: clint #character love: hawkeye #hawkeye #mcu #marvel mcu #avengers endgame #fandom: avengers #media critique #media representation #media crit #clintasha

[midgay-amusement]

SPOILER WARNING FOR SMILE FOR ME

Ok so i’m 13 Habiticians into the game, i unlocked the terrace, i tried getting the y’owl then said “fuck it, god hates me i’m going to bed” then

1. In my best Habit Voice, I’m like: “You make beddy time storees that can scare even the slightest almost adult and b like ‘cant help beeing a capricorn!”

2. If the other habiticians stay up past the bed time (like they’re always standing there even when u going beddy-bye, do they get those “hehe bedtime stories” too? I’m pretty sure Mirphy sleeps in the corner where she takes picture, but what about Tiff; she never goes back to her room where Flower Kid broke into with the power of the locket, she only stays IN THE LOUNGE!!! ARE THEY OKAY?! =00000

3. I feel like it’d be funny if the bedtime story videos were just “Go the Fuck to Sleep by Adam Mansbach” but with the same imagery we already get from the spooky videos (even tho the book didnt exist back then)

4. its funny how habit is trying to make people “happy”, and when he see flower kid doing what he said was his task, he gets pissed off.

5. I was thinking about it and the spoiler tag (since i know some of you dont tag ur spoilers), should be called “Spoil for me”

#spoil for me #smile for me spoilers #s4m spoilers #sfm spoilers

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c. AU 8

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Arsé-kun: -Tuesday, November 2nd- Sheepy: Bedi: We need to go shopping. We're running out of food... Sheepy: Bedi: Breakfast today should be fine, but we need to consider what we should buy. Arsé-kun: Kay: Good fucking luck. I'll buy my groceries and I guess Grif's. Yours are your problem. Sheepy: Bedi: I have to decide on what to get before my list somehow turns into pure junk food. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, yeah. Somehow. Sheepy: Aru: You're going to get groceries? Can I bring Arthur? Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, I guess so. If he wants to get overloaded with bright lights and a lot of people, that's on him. Sheepy: Aru: Well, he has to see it eventually, right? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I am required to do what, exactly...? Sheepy: Aru: Everyone goes to grocery stores! Arsé-kun: Kay: Maybe the local luvmart ain't the best starting place though. Sheepy: Aru: Oh... Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh well, sucks to be him. Arsé-kun: Kay: We go either in five minutes or tomorrow. Not happening after today's class. Sheepy: Aru: There's no other option, right? Arsé-kun: Kay: Sure fuckin' aint. Sheepy: Aru: I'm sorry in advance, Arthur!! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Am I being threatened? Sheepy: Aru: Well, in a way...! Sheepy: Aru: Imagine! Sheepy: Aru: Imagine if every farmer, fisherman, butcher, and baker sold their food in one spot. Sheepy: Aru: But it's also bright, and there's a lot of other merchandise! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... An indoor marketplace? Sheepy: Aru: A huge one! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Interesting. I would like to see this. Sheepy: Aru: Okay, I'll bring you along! Sheepy: Bedi: I should ask Merlin what he wants. Arsé-kun: Merlin: An anti-tentacle lock for the freezer! And some burritos. Sheepy: Bedi: Do those exist...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: If not, I'll have to invent it! Sheepy: Bedi: Good luck. Arsé-kun: Yog: *from Paimon* Do your worst. I will not be outdone by a junior wizard. Sheepy: Aru: Umm...but once we find that we no longer can have ice cream unless we get to it quickly, wouldn't that de-incentivize us from buying it? Sheepy: Aru: You'd have to start robbing other people. Arsé-kun: Yog: You are correct, but please let me sound egotistical. I wanted to have some fun. Sheepy: Aru: Have you tried robbing Luvmart? Arsé-kun: Yog: That would be newsworthy. I would rather not. Sheepy: Aru: I see... robbing us isn't newsworthy... Arsé-kun: Kay: Motherfucker, I'll punt you into the ocean. Arsé-kun: Kay: But enough of this shit, we either go now or never. Sheepy: Bedi: If you give us money, we can buy ice cream for you when we go to the store. Arsé-kun: Yog: I can handle this. How much cash would you like? Sheepy: Bedi: Um... I didn't get that far. Arsé-kun: *Kay is getting ready to leave. He isn't waiting for this* Sheepy: Bedi: Okay, we can do it another time! Sorry, I'm coming, Kay. Arsé-kun: Arthur: What a mess this is. Sheepy: Aru: Yes... Arsé-kun: *Bedi, Kay, Aru and Arthur go to Luvmart! Kay complains half the way there because they ended up with a 3-wheeled squeaky cart. Arthur rides in the cart like an adult* Sheepy: Aru: Squeak, squeak, squeak... Arsé-kun: Kay: Next fucker that leaves a three-wheeled cart at the dorm pick-up is getting bitched out. This sucks. Sheepy: Bedi: They need better carts over all... Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, and how they gonna pay for it?? Sheepy: Bedi: Hmmm.... Sheepy: Bedi: Donors? Arsé-kun: Kay: Y'think if we give Grif's dad the carts, he can give us better shit? Sheepy: Bedi: Maybe! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... If one has frozen goods, and the weather is hot, how does one manage..? Sheepy: Bedi: You can put it in special bags to keep it cold. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Fascinating. Sheepy: Bedi: You can also keep it with other cold things to help prolong its life. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I see. That makes sense. Sheepy: Bedi: It's good for keeping cold, but not frozen, food cold too. Arsé-kun: Kay: And in the winter you just suffer. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, walking around the winter pushing a metal cart is uncomfortable... Arsé-kun: Kay: Walking next to Bedi in the winter is uncomfortable. *he's clearly teasing* Sheepy: Bedi: I've heard this in the past. Arsé-kun: Kay: Duh, you're gonna when you touch me with that thing when its under 20 degrees! Sheepy: Bedi: It'd be nice if it could warm itself up. Arsé-kun: Kay: That'd be too convenient and it might burn your arm. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah... that's a good point. Arsé-kun: *Arthur is looking around, at other people, at luvmart, at cars, everything. It's a lot to take in.* Sheepy: Bedi: However... how fantastical would that be! Arsé-kun: Kay: Imagine staying warm in the winter! This post was made by fucking nobody. Sheepy: Aru: Well, it's possible! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Clothing certainly has changed. Since when were dresses and trousers permitted to be that short..? Sheepy: Aru: For a long time! Arsé-kun: Arthur: What, and pardon my language, the hell. Sheepy: Aru: Did you know? One of the Merlins runs around without a shirt so everyone can see his abs! Sheepy: Aru: It only went downhill from there! Arsé-kun: Arthur: That sounds accurate for them. Sheepy: Aru: It really is... Sheepy: Aru: The question is... how don't they get cold? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Being too stubborn to admit they're cold. Sheepy: Aru: Like Beddy in the summer! He roasts in his helmet but he says, "I'm fine", before getting heat stroke. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... That sounds correct to me. He hasn't learned his lesson. Sheepy: Aru: His excuse is that it "isn't as hot as Australia". Arsé-kun: Arthur: Tell him for me that I do not care about his excuses. Sheepy: Bedi:... What's a knight of the round table doing in Australia? Arsé-kun: Kay: Dumb shit, probably. Sheepy: Bedi: I heard that originally Britain got rid of all of its criminals by sending them to live on Australia. Could it be... Sheepy: Aru: I'll make sure to tell him! Sheepy: Aru: Have you heard of Australia before, Arthur? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I once again ask- What is an Australia? Sheepy: Aru: It's a continent! It's very far from Britain. You'd have to cross the ocean to get there. Sheepy: Aru: It's covered in dangerous animals and bugs. It has giant spiders that eat birds. I think some even fly! Sheepy: Aru: Beddy used to live there for a while before moving in with Teacher. He mentioned that in the spring, there are birds that divebomb you with the intent of blinding. They're called magpies. Sheepy: Aru: There's animals called kangaroos that can crush metal with their bare hands due to how muscular they are. Their legs are even more powerful than their arms. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Wow. Never tell me about this again. Sheepy: Aru: Koalas are like little cuddly bears that are drunk all the time. Arsé-kun: Kay: And they're fucking stupid Sheepy: Aru: Yes... Sheepy: Aru: Beddy has one. Sheepy: Aru: It... well, it makes up for its lack of intelligence with its cuteness. Sheepy: Aru: It won't eat eucalyptus leaves if they aren't on the tree. Arsé-kun: Kay: A headless chicken functions better than those bastards. Sheepy: Aru: Are there any positives other than koalas in Australia? Would you consider kangaroos a positive? Arsé-kun: Kay: Kangaroos can goddamn kill you. Sheepy: Aru: What can't? Sheepy: Aru: Every animal can kill you if it tries hard enough, right? Except maybe little fish. Sheepy: Aru: Oh, I almost forgot! There are birds that can kill you with their legs, too! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I hate this, thank you kindly. Sheepy: Aru: But the water might be even more dangerous, because there are creatures in it that can easily kill you, some of which you can't see. Sheepy: Aru: You might not even feel them bite you! Sheepy: Aru: But then you become paralyzed more and more until you suffocate and die. Sheepy: Aru:....So maybe the heat really is the least of his worries... Sheepy: Aru: But now that he's in Britain again, he doesn't really have to worry about all that. Sheepy: Aru: We don't really have anything fun like that around here. Arsé-kun: Kay: Why are you so casual about this?! Sheepy: Aru: Well, it sounds exciting in a way, doesn't it? Arsé-kun: Kay: No and I wanna go home Sheepy: Aru: Huh... That's what everyone says at my idea of fun. Sheepy: Aru: "Don't summon ghosts"... "Don't use ouija boards in a cemetary"... "Don't go flower picking off the path"... Arsé-kun: Kay: What the fuck is wrong with you, and why is my entire family like this? Sheepy: Aru: If you were trained by Teacher, you'd be like this, too. Sheepy: Aru:...But he's the one who tells me not to use a ouija board in a graveyard. Sheepy: Aru: Arthur is really nice, and I've never had any bad experiences with ghosts in the past. Arsé-kun: Kay: Arturia carries a sword everywhere, Artair would straight-up bust one if he saw a ghost, and now you. Arsé-kun: Kay: What else? What other weird shit y'all doin' behind my back? Sheepy: Aru: Well, it's just... there really aren't any ways to make friends when you're living with Teacher unless you accept his friends as yours, or you go hunt down ones of your own. Sheepy: Aru: I don't know what their motives are, though! Arsé-kun: Arthur: May I briefly interrupt? Sheepy: Aru: Go ahead! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Sir Kay, you are courting a dragon. You are not allowed to complain. Arsé-kun: Kay: Hey, he's only half! Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... Wait that makes it worse Sheepy: Bedi: However, there are many people in this college that would love to date a dragon. In fact, it's their secret passion. Arsé-kun: Kay: That's true. People will straight up want to fuck a dragon. Sheepy: Bedi: Basically... Kay's living the dream of many college students! Arsé-kun: Kay: NO! Arsé-kun: Kay: No, hell no, hasn't and isn't happening! Sheepy: Bedi: I just meant that many would want to date a dragon. Arsé-kun: Kay: Didn't sound that way!! *flustered kay is flustered* Sheepy: Bedi: Hmmm... I didn't really even consider that... My apologies. Sheepy: Aru: Why would people want to have relations with a dragon? Hasn't Dove already ruined the image of dragons enough by eating people's cars and lying down to sleep in the road? Sheepy: Aru: Dove's... I thought dragons were really cool until I met him... Sheepy: Aru: But at the end of the day... he's just a big house cat, isn't he? Arsé-kun: Kay: So we're not telling Aru about furries. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Of course not. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... I now have additional questions. Sheepy: Bedi: We can answer them later. Sheepy: Bedi: Merlin is especially knowledgeable on the subject. Arsé-kun: Kay: I also have questions now! Sheepy: Bedi: Well, I don't use the internet very much. Arsé-kun: Kay: Changing the subject! We're here. Sheepy: Aru: We can buy food! Sheepy: Aru: What're we getting? Arsé-kun: Kay: A lot. Sheepy: Aru: Okay, I'll help! Arsé-kun: Kay: And don't run off. I'll leave you here. Sheepy: Aru: I'll stick right by you! Sheepy: Bedi: I can join you for most of it and split up when my grocery list takes me a different way. Arsé-kun: Kay: We only got one cart, doofus. Sheepy: Bedi: That is a problem... Okay, I'll stay with you, too. Arsé-kun: *Arthur is taking it all in. This was, in fact, too much at once for the once and future king* Arsé-kun: *they actually do the food shopping. kay makes sure to get grif a lot of apples* Sheepy: *Bedi mostly gets nutritious food!* Arsé-kun: *Of course he does. Merlin will not be pleased.* Sheepy: *Aru is focused on showing Arthur everything. Veggies, snacks, the man drinking the juice out of a tomato he hasn't paid for, the freezer* Arsé-kun: *the pet aisle, the flowers, the tinkerer's club member stuck babysitting the tomato man, at least one dog* Sheepy: Aru: There's a lot of things here to learn about! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I see..... *TOO MUCH INFORMATION* Sheepy: Aru: I heard that people used to put spices on meat to keep them from smelling bad as they aged. Did you ever get sick from that? We use fridges and freezers to keep our meat fresh. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Sure, it happened to the best of us. I'm glad it's been solved now. Sheepy: Aru: Beddy still gets food poisoning occasionally...he says it's because he can't really taste the food he eats, so it's difficult for him to tell if it's going bad. Sheepy: Aru: I can't imagine not being able to taste fruit omelettes... Arsé-kun: Arthur: *stare* Sheepy: Aru: Huh? What is it? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Do not imagine. You have proof of the concept in front of you. Sheepy: Aru: Well, I already did with Beddy! Now I have two proofs. Sheepy: Aru: It's really sad... what a nightmare. I wouldn't want to be unable to taste my favorite food... Sheepy: Aru: But considering he never could taste much to begin with, maybe he doesn't have a favorite food...? You really have it worse. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I don't mind. I don't remember what food tastes like. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Even if I did, obtaining something the way I preferred it may be impossible now. Sheepy: Aru: What was your favorite food? Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... ... I don't recall. Sheepy: Aru: That's okay. Once you can eat again, we can find you a new favorite food! Sheepy: Aru: I'm sure ghosts can eat if they're physical. I heard that this one ghost named Caspar can. Sheepy: Bedi: Caspar is fictional... Arsé-kun: Kay: Casper the bitchass child ghost. Sheepy: Aru:If a child ghost can eat, an adult ghost can eat too, right? Sheepy: Aru: I have an idea! We could ask Morne later! He's a ghost so I'm sure he knows something. Sheepy: *distantly, the tomato drinking man is now rambling about Casper, and about how some 5th grader he knows is basically Casper, but evil.* Sheepy: Aru: If not... maybe Teacher knows! Sheepy: Aru: But getting answers out of him is difficult. Maybe he might be a little more kind because it's you? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I doubt it. The man does not know how to be blunt. Sheepy: Aru: There's no harm in trying, right? Arsé-kun: Arthur: That depends on if a day-long headache counts as harm. Sheepy: Aru: It's temporary harm, but potentially a permanent benefit! Like exercising! Sheepy: Aru: Except you exercise your brain. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Except I want to have him exorcized and thrown into a well. Sheepy: Aru: Poor Teacher... Sheepy: Aru: Teacher is one of my few friends. He's like family to me. Arsé-kun: Kay: "Few"?! Sheepy: Aru: Well, there's not much of a way to make friends when you're living with the legendary wizard Merlin and a shy Aussie with a sword. Arsé-kun: *Kay stares at her even harder* Sheepy: Aru: Demons and fairies are attracted to the sword bearer, so that's a good way to make friends. Sheepy: Aru: But your roommates are nice! Do you think they see me as a friend? Sheepy: Aru: Demons and fairies are attracted to the sword bearer, so that's a good way to make friends. Sheepy: Aru: But your roommates are nice! Do you think they see me as a friend? Sheepy: Aru: I also befriended a grim reaper! Arsé-kun: Kay: "Few" friends, you said. Sheepy: Aru: Don't you have more? Everyone seems to like you. Arsé-kun: Kay: Pff. Yeah, okay. Sheepy: Aru: If you don't have very many friends, I have even less, so what does that mean about me? Arsé-kun: Kay: You don't. You have more than I do. Sheepy: Aru: But you have so many. Grif, Bedi, Merlin, Lucan, Lance, Lot, Gawain, Tristan... I'm sure there's others, too. Arsé-kun: Kay: And you have... Merlin's entire family probably. Sheepy: Aru: You have me, too! I'm your friend, right? You're my friend! Arsé-kun: Kay: You're my sister. So, yeah, duh. Sheepy: Aru: So you have a lot of friends! I hope everyone in Merlin's family sees me as a friend. Sheepy: Aru: Beddy's my friend, too! Maybe he'll be your friend too if he ever meets you. Arsé-kun: Kay: How am I supposed to be an angst-ridden adult when you're here spouting facts and logic and friendship shit? *he.. does appreciate it though* Sheepy: Aru: Isn't it better to be a non-angst-ridden adult? Arsé-kun: Kay: I wouldn't know what that's like! Sheepy: Aru: I know one. Sheepy: Aru: Mewlin! He's too busy loving cats and his family to be angsty! Arsé-kun: Kay: Good for him! Sheepy: Aru: I didn't get the impression from Beddy that Sir Cai was angsty, either. Arsé-kun: Kay: Cool, but I ain't that guy! Sheepy: Aru: Well, my point is just that not every adult is angsty! Arsé-kun: Kay: This one is! Sheepy: Aru: I have a friend who sits in the corner so nobody can make eye contact with him and blasts Linkin Park when he's mad and angsty. Sheepy: Aru: Maybe you can try that. Arsé-kun: Kay: Implying I can do anything in this house Sheepy: Aru: You can do anything if you try hard enough! Arsé-kun: Kay: Last time I tried something, I blew up a cup. Sheepy: Aru: But that was one attempt! If you stopped everything the second you failed, you'd still be crawling. Babies fall over a lot before they become good at walking, and theh don't feel embarrassed about their failures. Sheepy: Aru: But they do cry when they fall. That's okay. Eventually they do try again. So basically, be like a baby without all of the negative traits! Arsé-kun: Kay: Babies don't have to do taxes. Useless bastards. Sheepy: Aru: They're useful for tax exemptions, though, right? Arsé-kun: Kay: Steal a baby now to get two free tax exemptions, call now. Sheepy: Aru: I bet there's people out there who steal babies for tax exemptions. Arsé-kun: Kay: I don't think it'd work really, but. Maybe mom stole you for more tax exemptions. Sheepy: Aru: Eh?! Sheepy: Aru: Hey, maybe Teacher gets tax exemptions on all of his students. That feels like something he would do. Sheepy: Aru: Actually, I wonder if he even pays taxes. Arsé-kun: Kay: Can wizards be taxed? I'll have to ask the teacher. Sheepy: Aru: I wonder... maybe I should ask the Merlin chat. Arsé-kun: Kay: Not now you won't. I'll leave your ass here. Sheepy: Aru: I won't! Arsé-kun: Kay: Then shush. And where did Bedi go? Sheepy: Aru: I think he got distracted looking at some weird vegetables. Arsé-kun: Kay: Goddammit Sheepy: Aru: Will... we have to eat those weird vegetables? Arsé-kun: Kay: I won't! Sheepy: Bedi: Behold...! *he appears with a strange looking object in his hand. It's wavy, and didn't seem like it quite knew which direction it wanted to grow from.* Arsé-kun: Kay: The fuck is this? Sheepy: Bedi: What a beauty! I'm sure it's full of nutrition! My gut tells me it's edible! Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... Arsé-kun: Kay: I trust you, but also- What the fuck? Sheepy: Bedi: Let's try it together later, Kay! Arsé-kun: Kay: You can try it first. Sheepy: Bedi: Don't worry, I will. Sheepy: Bedi: I pride myself in my ability to tell at a glance if something is edible or not. Sheepy: Aru: Presumably, everything they sell here food wise is edible for people unless stated otherwise. Arsé-kun: Kay: Mmmmhm. Sheepy: Bedi: Let's buy this! Arsé-kun: Kay: You can. I'm not paying for that. Sheepy: Bedi: I will. Sheepy: Aru: I just realized. Arthur, have you seen our currency? Arsé-kun: Arthur: ....hm? *he picks his head up and looks at Aru* Not yet I haven't. Sheepy: Aru: It's very different from yours! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ...? Sheepy: Aru: We use paper bills. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Paper...? Is it that rare now? Sheepy: Aru: They're technically entirely valueless unlike gold or silver coins. Sheepy: Aru: By making only a certain amount of real paper bills, despite the bills being valueless and unable to be used for other purposes, they're given worth due to their rarity. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... That sounds silly. Sheepy: Aru: Sometimes the government makes more paper bills, which causes their worth to go down, so you can buy less things wih them. When the government takes them out of the system, their worth goes up, and you can buy more things with them. Arsé-kun: Kay: You really were paying attention! Sheepy: Aru: Yes, of course! I have to learn everything I can in case I need to fulfill the sword's purpose. Sheepy: Aru: We also have cards that let you pay for things. That's... Well, I think for now, without knowledge of what it's built on, it might be hard to understand. Sheepy: Aru: But basically, it's like... "I promise to pay for this", and then you do at the end of the period... I think. Sheepy: Aru: I don't really understand it either... Arsé-kun: Kay: It's like a loan. Sheepy: Aru: But basically, we don't have to worry about the weight of gold and silver coins anymore, and we don't have to worry about someone uncovering a lot of gold and demolishing the economy! Sheepy: Aru: By the way, I want to hear about your time period some time. Is that okay? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I suppose that is fine. Sheepy: Aru: Okay, I'll work hard to learn from you, too! Arsé-kun: *Shopping continues* Sheepy: *Eventually, they buy everything they need!* Arsé-kun: *yaaaaay!* Sheepy: *Unfortunately, a certain janitor is right outside...* Arsé-kun: *Kay ignores him* Sheepy: Nyar: Raaandy, Randy! Give me my paycheck, Randy! Sheepy: Nyar: I accept dollars, checks, or direct transfers! Don't try to pay me in crypto currency, because I don't buy into that junk! Arsé-kun: Randy: I'd love to. Trust me, I'd pay you in advance to not hear this. Sheepy: Nyar: I'm just a sad, poor little janitor, not even paid minimum wage for my hard work! You notice how sparkling clean this place is?! That's all me, Randy! Sheepy: Nyar: At least I'm not robbing people like a certain other family member! Arsé-kun: Randy: That could be any of them. Sheepy: Nyar: You totally know who I mean! Herb's his wallet! Arsé-kun: Yog: *through Zepar* Please just name me next time. Sheepy: Nyar: Well if I do, you might rob me for the little I have. Sheepy: Nyar: Do not speak the bear's name for fear he will come into your home! Do not speak the ball's name for fear he will come into your wallet! Arsé-kun: Yog: You aren't using me for experimental purposes. You have no reason to be borrowed from. Sheepy: Nyar: Borrowed... Does he ever get money back...? Arsé-kun: Yog: He gets to revive the dead. That is not cheap. Sheepy: Nyar: Man, there's someone running around who's done that for free. You gotta make your rates affordable if you want to be able to keep your customer. Arsé-kun: Yog: I am aware, but he only did that once successfully. I have much better success rates. Sheepy: Nyar: Ehhh... But yours are kinda... gross. Sheepy: Nyar: Not as gross as the slug's, though. Arsé-kun: Yog: I am not going to make it easy for him. He can do the streamlining himself. And I don't even use that much money. Sheepy: Nyar: Ehhhh... Herb seems to say something different on that last bit. Arsé-kun: Yog: It seems like a lot of money because he has none. My rates have not changed. Sixty dollars per dozen doses. That is a lot. Sheepy: Nyar: Maybe I should start providing a service to be paid for. .... Oh wait! I do!!!! Arsé-kun: Randy: I will pay you when the bills have been accepted. I don't control that! Sheepy: Nyar: I want to buy gifts for my favorite humans, Randy! Arsé-kun: Randy: Oh, now you want to engage in capitalism? Sheepy: Nyar: How do I get gifts humans truly want without engaging in capitalism? Arsé-kun: Yog: The same way you often do. Human level crimes. Sheepy: Nyar: Would it have the same meaning if I stole Hello Kitty merch to show how much I care about my other favorite human? Arsé-kun: Yog: That is entirely on the receiver's opinion. Arsé-kun: Randy: If I paid you right now, Nyar, I'd have half the staff bashing my door down. Everyone gets paid at once. Sheepy: Nyar: Ughhhh... What a pain... Why don't you actually work to create revenue? Arsé-kun: Randy: I have been given a suggestion already, and I am considering it. The last time we put on a show, He Who Shall Not Be Named showed up. Sheepy: Nyar: You could sell merchandise, too! Parents like bragging about what school their kids went to! Arsé-kun: Randy: Let me just pull a couple mil out of my pocket for that. Sheepy: Nyar: If you've got that much, pay my paycheck! Arsé-kun: Randy: You really cannot wait, can you? Sheepy: Nyar: I want to seem cool and dependable by getting a nice gift for my other favorite human. Don't worry, you're still my favorite human, too! I have two! Arsé-kun: Randy: ... Fine, but don't tell the others I paid you early. Sheepy: Nyar: I can keep secrets better than anyone. Arsé-kun: Randy: But will you? Sheepy: Nyar: Anything for you!! Well, not anything... Sheepy: Nyar: There's some things I wouldn't do. Arsé-kun: Randy: Such as handling your father, I've noticed. Why has he of all things been here? Sheepy: Nyar: Eh? Arsé-kun: Randy: Why has your father been here several times the past two weeks? It is very offputting. Sheepy: Nyar: I don't really think I can tell him to just not show up once he's fascinated by something. Sheepy: Nyar: He's been following that detective around. Arsé-kun: Randy: How horrifying. How long until he gets bored? Another week maximum? Sheepy: Nyar: I don't know about that. Sheepy: Nyar: Did you notice? He got into a fight with that angel... Arsé-kun: Randy: How could I not? I don't want a repeat. Sheepy: Nyar: Wow... what a cool guy! He blew the angel's arm clean off! Arsé-kun: Randy: Followed by sending an employee to the hospital. Sure. Sheepy: Nyar: He didn't send Holmes to the hospital. The angel did. Arsé-kun: Randy: Yes. With their collective efforts, they caused collateral damage. Sheepy: Nyar: I think he's found a human to get attached to! Hey, did you notice? That human was possessed by Dad, but he seems mostly fine. Arsé-kun: Randy: I was surprised by that. To think he managed to not burn out a vessel in 24 hours.. Sheepy: Nyar: Maybe Dad has learned to be gentle? Or is it something else...? Arsé-kun: Randy: We would have to ask. Sheepy: Nyar: I'm a little worried about him getting too comfortable possessing people. Arsé-kun: Randy: Agreed, but it would make sense. You do the same. Sheepy: Nyar: Yeah, but I don't kill them! Arsé-kun: Randy: You do it on purpose. Sheepy: Nyar: I like humans! They're fascinating! I want to know all their inner thoughts, and I want to see them pushed to their very limit. Arsé-kun: Randy: Your killcount begs to differ. Sheepy: Nyar: If they die, well, there's billions more. That's okay! Sheepy: Nyar: But I also like seeing how they interact with each other once I meddle a bit. Sheepy: Nyar: Can I really be blamed for the deaths that result when I meddle? Sheepy: Nyar: But basically, I make controlled decisions. I know what I'm doing. Dad doesn't. Arsé-kun: Randy: Not so sure about that anymore. Arsé-kun: Randy: From what I've been informed, he's been unusually slow about things. He either figured something out, got lucky, or there is something happening. Sheepy: Nyar: Scary... if Dad figures that out, what's next? Sheepy: Nyar: And what does that mean...?! Maybe it's my decision to commit bloodshed! Sheepy: Nyar: I'm guessing he can't really do much when he's possessing someone,but is it really safe for him to be possessing our local brainiac detective? Maybe someone like... let's see. Who's an incompetent coworker... Sheepy: Nyar: I know someone who acts incompetent, but I really respect him on other levels! Giving someone a gold touch and letting them fend for themselves afterwards... Wow! That'd be fun! Arsé-kun: Randy: You want him to work with someone that is already considered mad? Arsé-kun: Randy: Request denied. Sheepy: Nyar: Okay, well the only other incompetent one I can come up with is Griflet, and I don't want that. Sheepy: Nyar: Although... hey, that gives me an idea... Arsé-kun: Randy: Denied. Absolutely not. We can't risk ruining our security. Sheepy: Nyar: It'd totally make the security better! Arsé-kun: Randy: It would not. We would lose money rapidly. Sheepy: Nyar: Why? Less students means less expenses, right? Arsé-kun: Randy: You know how lawyering works. Sheepy: Nyar: Point to the security guard as the culprit! Arsé-kun: Yog: If you endanger my son intentionally, I will not hesitate to endanger you. Sheepy: Nyar: I would never! Sheepy: Nyar: I am just saying that you really shouldn't leave such weak points out in the open! Arsé-kun: Randy: You're not one to talk, Mr. lightphobic rock. Sheepy: Nyar: That's to keep things interesting. And besides, I entrusted it to you, Randy! That's how much of my favorite you are! Arsé-kun: Randy: Please just don't target our security. He's all we have. Sheepy: Nyar: I won't do anything bad! Arsé-kun: Randy: *he sighs* ... Fine. Dismissed. I'll pay you. Sheepy: Nyar: Yahoo! I'm getting paid!!! Arsé-kun: *Randy sighs* Sheepy: Nyar: I'm going to go scheme now! See you later! Arsé-kun: Randy: Don't do anything stupid. I'll see you later. Sheepy: *Nyar heads off. He's gonna cause problems!* Sheepy: *Nyar beelines to Herb's room to go flex on him.* Arsé-kun: *The hallways are crowded at this time. Many classes released students all at once.* Sheepy: *Nyar doesn't care. It's okay if he slams into a few students-- Oh! Especially that one!* Arsé-kun: *Naughty students get put in the hallway wiggler to atone for their sins* Sheepy: *Nyar probably enjoys bumping into people because it makes them suffer.* Arsé-kun: *A count of people suffering! Everyone in that hallway, and Kay- Who is in class.* Arsé-kun: *Or is supposed to be. Local man sits outside classroom, is run over by a stampede not clickbait* Sheepy: *Nyar, in his journey to get to Herb, slams into Lance's arm pretty hard! Arsé-kun: Lance: A Sheepy: Nyar: Haha, oops! Didn't see you there! Arsé-kun: *Lance holds his arm and looks moderately annoyed* Sheepy: Nyar: No need to look so sour! Arsé-kun: *Lance looks to Nyar, and he just gets more sour.* Sheepy: Nyar: It makes your face even uglier! Arsé-kun: Lance: Don't make me break your face in a second time, old man. Sheepy: Nyar: Wow! Soooooo scary! Sheepy: Nyar: Anyway, I'm going to go see my good friend Herb! Try not to make me look at your face again, okay? Arsé-kun: Lance: You won't see it if you dunk your head into a boiler if that helps! Sheepy: Bedi: Um... threatening staff is strictly forbidden, I thought. I thought insulting students was also forbidden for staff... Sheepy: Nyar: I can be whatever I want to be if it means being able to insult this guy. Sheepy: Nyar: Anyway! Hope to not see you around...ight! Ahahaha! Arsé-kun: *Lance just looks grumpy* Sheepy: Bedi:...Around...ight? Around... 8? ... I don't understand... Arsé-kun: Lance: Arondight. Weapon pun. I can never use that joke again now. Sheepy: Bedi: Poor you... Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Whatever. I already kicked his ass. Sheepy: Bedi: Isn't that against the rules? I won't tell anyone. Arsé-kun: Lance: He got Gawain hurt. He wasn't getting away with that. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes... Arsé-kun: Lance: So I beat his shit in for it. Fuck that guy. Sheepy: Bedi: Poor Gawain... Arsé-kun: Lance: He tries this shit again, and I'll do it again. To hell with what the detective thinks. This guy deserves it. Sheepy: Bedi: Well, I suppose he hasn't shown any signs that being beat up is actually damaging him... Arsé-kun: Lance: If Grif can do it and not kill him, then I, a shitty little delinquent, can also do it. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, I suppose so. Sheepy: Bedi: Make sure to be careful, though. He hasn't done anything to you yet, but if you get under his skin, he might retaliate. Sheepy: Bedi: For example... Sheepy: Bedi:.... Sheepy: Bedi: Well, there are ways. Sheepy: Bedi: However, I don't know them. Arsé-kun: Kay: *from the floor* he could murderize you Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, exactly. Arsé-kun: Kay: If I stand up, I'm gonna puke. How'd class go, you history nerds? Sheepy: Bedi: It was enjoyable as always. Arsé-kun: Kay: Lucky you. Sheepy: Bedi: I really am lucky... Sheepy: Bedi: I take classes I enjoy accompanied by dear companions... Sheepy: Bedi: Kay, you should try it some time. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah? Grif followed me again to class. It didn't help me much. Sheepy: Bedi: He's not a student... Arsé-kun: Kay: He might learn somethin'. Sheepy: Bedi: Now that I think of it, now that he's made friends, he hasn't really been doing his security job. Arsé-kun: Kay: That we know of. Sheepy: Bedi: True. We aren't always with him. Sheepy: Bedi: Have you had your class already? Arsé-kun: Kay: It ain't over yet. It's got another goddamn hour and I AM going to die. Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies. Why don't you drop thr class? Arsé-kun: Kay: I dunno if I can. Even if I got tricked into it, I need the science creds. Sheepy: Bedi: You can take a science class next semester. Sheepy: Bedi: Right, it was the janitor who tricked you into it. Arsé-kun: Kay: Bastard. Sheepy: Bedi: What a guy, being a sadist but having jobs that directly impact us... Sheepy: Bedi: Who let him have so many jobs? Arsé-kun: Kay: The fucko in charge, probably. Sheepy: Bedi: Randolph Carter is his name, isn't it? Arsé-kun: Randy: *approaching* I'll accept "Fucko in charge" in this situation. My apologies for the inconveniences. Arsé-kun: Kay: Hey, can I--- Arsé-kun: Yog: *from Zepar* No, you cannot. It's very tragic. Sheepy: Bedi: That seems like a profane way to refer to you... Sheepy: Bedi: And anyway, he's the inconvenience. He was insulting my friend just before you showed up. Sheepy: *Nyar's busy bothering Herb, totally oblivious to Randy's existence! Stop floating in front of the students, Nyar, it's going to make them uncomfortable* Arsé-kun: *Randy just steps into the room and stares at Nyar* Sheepy: Nyar: Herb, Herb! Guess who's being scammed? *in the tone of someone babytalking to a dog* Who's being scammed? Who's being scammed! It's you! You are!!!! Arsé-kun: Herb: Can you PLEASE, for the love of a god, do this when I don't have a class in session? Sheepy: Nyar: I can! Hehehe! I knew you liked me! You want even more interaction from me!!! Arsé-kun: Herb: So does the Dean! I must be popular now. *he has noticed Randy* Sheepy: Nyar: Randy and Herb are here to see me?! How lucky am I! Arsé-kun: Randy: ... Nyar, were you by chance doing the exact thing you said you weren't going to do? Sheepy: Nyar: Nooooo! Sheepy: Nyar: I was just telling Herb about how sad and poor he is! Arsé-kun: Randy: ... ... Sheepy: Nyar:..... Arsé-kun: Herb: I'm gonna brain him for research if he keeps this up! *one doctor herbert west is saying this cheerfully. he genuinely wants to do this* Sheepy: Nyar: Wow! I can tell you all sorts of things. Just ask! Arsé-kun: Randy: Have you considered the consequences even once, or should I not pay you next week? Sheepy: Nyar: Ehhh?! Sheepy: Nyar: But Randy! If you don't pay me, I'll steal things instead for my own amusement and cause problems for everyone. Sheepy: Grif: Steal... That's against the rules. ... Sheepy: Nyar: If you attack me in here, you'll be the one in big trouble! Sheepy: Grif: Hm... hmmm... If I throw a desk at you, the desk will be attacking you. Not me. Arsé-kun: Herb: Class dismissed! I'll email the rest of the lesson to everyone! And please do not throw a desk! Sheepy: Nyar: Great! Sheepy: Grif: Instead, I will throw you into the desk. Sheepy: Nyar: No! Arsé-kun: Herb: Here! *he clears off the display table* This one has sharper edges than a desk! Sheepy: Grif: I can throw Nyarlathotep into it? Arsé-kun: Randy: I would prefer you didn't... But as he is giving us problems... Sheepy: Grif: Your feelings mean nothing in the situation of me throwing him into a desk. Sheepy: Nyar: Heyheyhey! I haven't done anything! Arsé-kun: Randy: You interrupted a class. Sheepy: Nyar: You know who else interrupts classes? Arsé-kun: Wilbur: *still in his seat* You, primarily. Sheepy: Nyar: I said who else! Sheepy: Christo: One time the security threw someone out the window next door. Sheepy: Nyar: That someone was me... while I was teaching! I do everything around here and none of you people appreciate me! Arsé-kun: Randy: Security has a much lower track record for class interruptions, surprisingly, but that one was uncalled for. Sheepy: Grif: He was giving people unmanageable homework with unclear rubrics. It is a threat to the mental health of the students. Arsé-kun: Randy: You do not commit violence to that. It wasn't a literal threat, Griflet. I could have handled that. Sheepy: Grif:...? Sheepy: Grif: Very confusing... Arsé-kun: Wilbur: He wasn't attacking anyone, so you shouldn't have either. Not that I care. I think he should get his ass kicked again. Sheepy: Grif: You say this, but rarely does he harm others by his own hand. It is mostly by weakening them mentally and emotionally before taking advantage of them. Arsé-kun: Randy: That is true. Nyar, a defense? Sheepy: Nyar: I just wanted to see them suffer. I had no plans past that. Sheepy: Christo: Ah... as to be expected from a demon. How terrifying...! A creature that quenches its thirst with the suffering of others... Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Demons ain't shit compared to this asshole. Sheepy: Christo: Really?! Arsé-kun: *Herb has gotten Bored and left the scene* Arsé-kun: Wilbur: ... Wait, what am I doing? I'm not going to compliment my shitty uncle. He can do it himself. Sheepy: Nyar: Eh?! Come on! I want to be complimented! Sheepy: Nyar: When have I ever been anything but a cool, loving uncle towards you? Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Why, so Grif can take it as a challenge and beat you with an autopsy table? I'm saving you pain. Shut up. Sheepy: Grif: You can feel love? Sheepy: Nyar: Oh... I don't want to be beaten by an autopsy table... Arsé-kun: Randy: Griflet, you didn't know? He has a significant other. Most of his pay goes towards them. It's one of the reasons he's here. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I know his significant other. Sheepy: Grif: His significant other is himself. Arsé-kun: Randy: He isn't like Yeb and Nug. He actually does have one. Sheepy: Nyar: I'm not that self absorbed! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: I'll consider that the next time I beat you over the head with a table. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... But okay, enough of this. Nyar, please do not interrupt currently-running classes. Griflet, do not enact violence if it is not necessary. Sheepy: Grif: It is always necessary with Nyarlathotep. Sheepy: Nyar: No, it's really not! Arsé-kun: Randy: It is not, unfortunately. If he is teaching his class, then he is doing his job. Sheepy: Nyar: Or if I'm cleaning! Sheepy: Nyar: Or if I'm advising people. Arsé-kun: Randy: And stop insulting students, Nyar. You've gotten concussed once already this autumn. Sheepy: Grif: You pushed someone with a trauma concerning blood into an anatomy class where the professor dissects bodies. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... ? Sheepy: Grif: You didn't know he did that? Sheepy: Nyar: And anyway, I didn't insult him to get him to bash me over the head with a steel pipe! Arsé-kun: Kay: You deserved that..! *grumpy kay is grumpy* Grif, hurry up so we can leave..! Sheepy: Nyar: I possessed that idiot football star. It stunk! His deepest, darkest thoughts, his insecurities... Sheepy: Nyar:... He didn't have any! No fair! Arsé-kun: Randy: Why do you always seem to think you won't get in trouble for things like that? Sheepy: Nyar: Nobody died so you won't punish me! Arsé-kun: Randy: You were already punished for it. I don't need to. Sheepy: Nyar: If I punish myself for my own crimes, will you punish me? Arsé-kun: Yog: As if you would. Carter, I'll send a message explaining the class situation, but ironically Nyar is innocent of that one. I can confirm it. Arsé-kun: *from where is Yog speaking? ... yes. it's uncomfy.* Arsé-kun: *Kay is grumpy. Lance is also grumpy. Nyar has a low approval rating by students* Sheepy: Nyar: See? I'm the good guy here! Sheepy: Grif: I regret nothing and would do it again if given the chance. Arsé-kun: Randy: You most likely will, but not now. Sheepy: Nyar: If you mess around and beat me up too much, something might actually happen for real that you won't be prepared for. Arsé-kun: Randy: If you commit too many atrocities, Grif is permitted to return the favor. I said you could commit mischief. Sheepy: Nyar: I'm not saying I'd do it! Sheepy: Nyar: I mean, let's say, for example, Grif attacks me. I'd be well within my rights to defend myself, and I can cause a lot of damage if I want to! Arsé-kun: Randy: The self defense is permitted. Damages will come out of your paycheck. Sheepy: Nyar: But meanwhile, wow! Something real actually invades, like Glaaki or something. Sheepy: Nyar: But because I defended myself, he's not strong enough to be able to actually help. Arsé-kun: Randy: I've already told him to only attack you if you've earned it. Sheepy: Nyar: You see what I mean? Treating me like a threat all the time will make actual threats able to do what they please. Arsé-kun: Randy: If you'd stop endangering kids, maybe it would stop. Sheepy: Nyar: I haven't endangered any children in the past ten minutes! Sheepy: Nyar: Yep, definitely ten minutes! Past hour? Ehhhh... Arsé-kun: Randy: What did you do. Sheepy: Nyar: I elbowed everyone on the way here! Ehehehe! It was fun and I'd do it again! Arsé-kun: *Randy sighs* Arsé-kun: Randy: I genuinely don't know why I let you stay sometimes. Please continue with minor acts of misfit and nothing major. Sheepy: Nyar: I did something very, very, very evil on the way here, too! Arsé-kun: Randy: ....... Sheepy: Nyar: What a pain! It's very important to reduce, reuse, recycle! I always make sure to put everything in the right bins! Sheepy: Nyar: And anyway, let's say you got rid of me. Sheepy: Nyar: Here is what you get for letting me into your life: constant entertainment, someone who's always happy to see you, someone who works extra hard to keep everything clean, someone to advise students, and someone to teach classes. Amazing! In such little time, I do so much! Sheepy: Nyar: I guess that's why they say I have many faces! Ehehehehe! How talented am I! Arsé-kun: Randy: One day I'll be rid of you. This is not that day. Sheepy: Nyar: Eh?! Arsé-kun: Randy: Nor will any, I suppose. Sheepy: Nyar: But you're tied to be my most favorite human! Arsé-kun: Randy: I appreciate it, really, but you're a menace to the students Sheepy: Nyar: And the students are a menace to the environment! Arsé-kun: Randy: ... Okay, fine. Arsé-kun: *Yog stops observing through Zepar, and switches back to Paimon* Arsé-kun: Kay: --- And I WILL die next class..! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Arsé-kun: Kay: Not literally! Sheepy: Grif: I see... Herb is endangering the students... Arsé-kun: Kay: What did I just SAY?! Sheepy: Grif: But even so, he's Dad's favorite. Arsé-kun: Kay: I didn't mean I would actually die, moron! Sheepy: Grif: Oh. Arsé-kun: Kay: But I can't stand it. Sheepy: Grif: You can drop and take another science class next semester. Arsé-kun: Kay: I just goddamn might. Sheepy: Grif: Herb wouldn't mind. He tries hard not to be liked. Sheepy: Grif: I know very little about science, so I cannot help you find a new class. Sheepy: Grif: You can learn about water from Elyan. Maybe that would be helpful for a class. Arsé-kun: Kay: Who goddamn knows? Sheepy: Grif: But could he explain it in understandable terms...? Hmmm... I don't know. Sheepy: Grif: But a water would presumably know everything about a water. Sheepy: Grif: Anyway, if it makes you sick to be in the class, it's harming you. It's my job to protect all students from harm. Arsé-kun: Kay: Huh. You got a real point there. Maybe I will drop it like it's hot! Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: *Grif seems proud of himself!* Arsé-kun: Kay: Doubt my parents will like that one, but... Oh well!! Arsé-kun: *in the background, Lance is still very grumpy and holding his arm. help him* Arsé-kun: Kay: Maybe I'll drink on it. I'm not really up for anythin' else. Sheepy: Grif: Drinking makes people think better? Arsé-kun: Kay: Pff, no. Sheepy: Grif: I see... Arsé-kun: Kay: So I'm gonna head home. One of these chucklefucks can go with you for a looparound. Sheepy: Grif: Have fun. Arsé-kun: Kay: I won't. Sheepy: Grif: Oh. Then suffer. Arsé-kun: Kay: Hell yeah. Sheepy: Bedi: Looparound...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Y'know? His job?? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, so why is that ours? Sheepy: Bedi: Um... I suppose I don't have anything to do. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... You forgetting I'm a dumbass? But have fun. I'm out. Arsé-kun: *Kay leaves the group* Sheepy: Bedi: Did you want to join us, Lance? Arsé-kun: Lance: Sure. I may as well. Sheepy: Bedi: Wonderful! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... you're joining me? So cool... Sheepy: Grif: Very exciting. Arsé-kun: Lance: Not really. But whatever. Sheepy: Grif: Let's go, let's go. Arsé-kun: *They go?* Sheepy: *Grif is excited during their trip around the campus! He's working harder than usual to seem cool to Lance!* Arsé-kun: *Lance is STILL grumpy, but it lifts somewhat seeing Grif so excited. It's like a puppy. but not like that at all.* Sheepy: *Like a puppy who can dismember you!* Sheepy: *Otherwise, their trip is fairly uneventful.* Arsé-kun: *No security breaches is good news!* Sheepy: Grif: I had fun. It is more enjoyable doing my job accompanied by friends. Arsé-kun: Lance: And nothing happened. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes... I suppose that's true. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose I should not be judgemental. However... I feel as though leaving this entire campus up to one security guard who is not replaced when his shift ends is a recipe for disaster. Sheepy: Bedi: With how long it took us to get from one side tothe other, if enemies were to attack from both sides of the campus, only one side would be dealt with and the other side would be able to do as they please. Sheepy: Bedi: Nothing happening is good news, but how long will it be kept up? What's stopping two of those monsters from joining together and taking advantage of our weaknesses? But I suppose it isn't really my place to consider these things. Sheepy: Grif: Uh... I'd just run really fast. Yes. Arsé-kun: Lance: Then we pick up our own weapons and give it a shot. Sheepy: Bedi: Would that work? Arsé-kun: Lance: I beat up the janitor with nothing but a spiked baseball bat. We'll be fine. Sheepy: Grif: ?... Sheepy: Grif: He's like a first boss. He's not that strong. Arsé-kun: Lance: Hmm. I suppose. Sheepy: Grif: However, his strength is that he's like a cockroach. He never stays down. Sheepy: Grif: I think he can't do much on a large scale in his current state. He's on the path and he needs to act nice to stay here. Everyone knows he isn't good, however, so he has to keep being mischievous to not attract attention. It would be strange if he suddenly was completely innocent. Sheepy: Grif: However, by doing acts of mischief, he can distract everyone and hurt people when no one's looking. Like how a magician uses distractions to set up their tricks. That's what I think, anyway. Arsé-kun: Lance: Like going after Gawain.. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Lance: Bastard deserved the beating I gave him. I might not be a delinquent, but I'm still gonna kick his ass on sight. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... ... Okay, shutting up now. Sheepy: Grif: It's impressive for a human to beat him all the same. Arsé-kun: Lance: c: ? Sheepy: Grif: He knows humans well and can deal with them easily. Sheepy: Grif: Very cool. Arsé-kun: *Lance is a little less grumpy now. He's Cool Now* Sheepy: Bedi: With that in mind, we should make sure not to get into too many fights with him. Arsé-kun: Lance: Yeah... The detective will have my head if I keep it up. Sheepy: Bedi: That too. Arsé-kun: Lance: It's weird. I don't really want to fight anyone. But him... Sheepy: Grif: He's obnoxious. He exists to be a punching bag. Arsé-kun: Lance: Maybe. Sheepy: Grif: That, and the messenger for one of the most powerful entities. Wow... Arsé-kun: Lance: This is one messenger you definitely want to shoot. Sheepy: Grif: He killed me the other day because he came to visit instead of Nyarlathotep delivering his message for him, and we sparred... Sheepy: Bedi: The kitchen looked horrible afterwards, apparently. Arsé-kun: Lance: I'd believe that. Sheepy: Bedi: I didn't see it. Arsé-kun: *Lance looks to Grif for confirmation* Sheepy: Grif: Elyan cleaned it up. Sheepy: Grif: Did you know? Elyan is like a mop. Or a sponge. Sheepy: Grif:  Anyone can be like one if they try hard enough. Arsé-kun: Lance: Thanks. I hate that. Sheepy: Grif: Just slide across the floor and wash yourself in the sink. Like a sponge. Arsé-kun: Lance: ..... I think I'm gonna go now. Sheepy: Grif: Okay. Have fun. Arsé-kun: *Lance leaves. He's going home* Sheepy: *He returns to saxaphone noises.* Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Hi, Tristan. Arsé-kun: Lance: I guess I'm with Gawain tonight? Sheepy: Tristan: How sad, how sad! We appreciate your presence, but Gawain will get lonely.... Arsé-kun: Lance: And I think you would want time with my hedgehog haired brother without me being here. Sheepy: Tristan: Hedgehog... Sheepy: Tristan: So hedgehogs are soft... Arsé-kun: Lance: I have no idea. He's spiky enough. Sheepy: Tristan: I met one the other day. He was cute and fluffy. Arsé-kun: Lance: Nice.Sheepy: Tristan: I met one the other day. He was cute and fluffy. Arsé-kun: Lance: Nice. Sheepy: Tristan: However... how sad it was! He snapped at me and said, "I'm not cute, you dumb bard!" Sheepy: Tristan: I am sure you can find some positives being with Gawain tonight. For example... Sheepy: Tristan:.... Sheepy: Tristan: I'm not! *he gives Lance a big, beaming smile* Arsé-kun: Lance: Thanks a lot. I'll head over in a bit, I guess. Sheepy: Tristan: Recently, he's stopped talking about sports and started talking about cooking. I don't understand either. Arsé-kun: Lance: It gives him something to do. Sheepy: Tristan: Everyone needs something to do. Arsé-kun: Lance: And it spares us having to watch football. I don't see a problem. Sheepy: Tristan: Of course! I have no interest in football! But have you tried his food? Sheepy: Tristan: The mouthfeels... how sad! I dislike them heavily! Arsé-kun: Lance: I have not. I'll make him eat it next time. Sheepy: Tristan: He has, and concerningly, he likes it... Sheepy: Tristan: I must ask... why? Arsé-kun: Lance: It's probably easy for him when he has a goddamn concussion. Sheepy: Tristan: Do concussions make it harder to eat? Sheepy: Tristan: How sad! To think, he could never try good food... Sheepy: Tristan: Gawain's existence is pitiable indeed...! *sob, sob* What is life, having to live off of exclusively potatoes...?! Arsé-kun: Lance: I'm gonna remind him what chips are. Sheepy: Tristan: Good luck! Arsé-kun: *Lance goes and gets an unopened bag of chips from the pantry. They probably aren't his. Oh Well* Sheepy: *A worthy sacrifice to stop Gawain for two seconds* Arsé-kun: Lance: I'm off. Have fun, don't die. Sheepy: Tristan: Good luck with Gawain. Arsé-kun: Lance: I'll need it. Arsé-kun: *Lance grabs his favorite weapon, his spiked bat, and heads next door.* Sheepy: *Gawain's doing pushups. He doesn't seem to notice Lance* Arsé-kun: *Lance drops his stuff on the sofa, considers his options, and decides to wait until Gawain notices* Sheepy: Gawain: Oh, Tristan, you're back early! Arsé-kun: Lance: Call me Tristan again and I'll make your workout that much harder. Sheepy: Gawain: ?! Oh, Lance, it's you! Arsé-kun: Lance: It's me. I brought chips. Sheepy: Gawain: Wonderful, I was just getting lonely and considering calling Bedivere and asking him to run with me! Arsé-kun: Lance: ... I just finished a whole lap around the campus. I'll pass on the run. heepy: Gawain: Chips? Hmmm... That's really against my diet.... but you went on a lap without me?! Arsé-kun: Lance: Bedi and I went with Grif because Kay dipped. Sheepy: Gawain: So then, no run for today... Arsé-kun: Lance: You can, but I'll join you over there. Sheepy: Gawain: Right, working out wih a friend is always better! Arsé-kun: *Lance does, in fact, join Gawain in working out!* Sheepy: Gawain:...Huh! That tattoo... I don't really understand it, but it's neat! Sheepy: Gawain: When did you get it? Arsé-kun: Lance: Eh? A-A couple days ago... Sheepy: Gawain: Huh... doesit still hurt? I heard they hurt. Arsé-kun: Lance: Sorta. I got bumped into earlier so it's startin' to hurt again. Sheepy: Gawain: Well, don't push it too hard, then! Arsé-kun: *Lance looks relieved that Gawain isn't pushing the matter* Arsé-kun: Lance: Yeah.. I won't. Sheepy: Gawain: You know, Mordred's actually gotten them in the past, but they wash off aftera while. They're party favors! Arsé-kun: Lance: I always liked the temporary ones. They made me feel cool. Sheepy: Gawain: I always gave mine to Mordred because he seemed to have a lot of fun with them. Meanwhile... Agravain would hold them out of reach for fun. Arsé-kun: Lance: Aggy's an ass. Sheepy: Gawain: Well, that's Agravain for you. Sheepy: Gawain: If he wasn't rude, he wouldn't be Agravain! Sheepy: Gawain: Anyway, if you're feeling up to it, let's work out some more! Arsé-kun: Lance: I can keep going. Can you? Sheepy: Gawain: Of course! Arsé-kun: *They do more working out. Men doing manly things.* Sheepy: Gawain: That's the most fun I've had on a workout for a a while. Tristan never joins me. Sheepy: Gawain: He says things like... "How sad that you believe I need to build muscle. It would ruin my beautiful features"... Sheepy: Gawain: Along with... "If you need someone who's willing to torture himself meaninglessly, Bedivere runs track, and might be willing to join you". Well... Bedivere can be sweet and kind, but when he goes quiet and has that smile of his plastered on his face, I want to run the other way. However, considering how fast he is, I'd have no chance escaping him. Arsé-kun: Lance: He's so cruel sometimes. He's totally right, but wow. Sheepy: Gawain: He says all this, but, well, I've seen him jump out windows before when he wants to get to a location faster, which feels like it's risking his beauty more than working out with me...? Sheepy: Gawain: I know! Can I just call on you when I want a partner? Arsé-kun: Lance: If I'm not busy, sure. It'll be good for both of us. Sheepy: Gawain: Great, thanks! Sheepy: *There's harp playing outside the window.* Arsé-kun: Lot: *from next door* WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?? Sheepy: Tristan: I forgot my phone. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... You can't just walk? Sheepy: Tristan: *he comes in through the window* This is faster. Sheepy: Gawain: It really isn't! Arsé-kun: Lance: You're going to fall and land on your face. Sheepy: Tristan: *smug grin* I can fly! Arsé-kun: Lance: Maybe do that less so the janitor doesn't shoot you down with a dumpster. Sheepy: Tristan: Would he truly be so cruel...? Arsé-kun: *Lance debates replying to this* Arsé-kun: Lance: Yeah. Sheepy: Tristan: Hm... I'll take the door then. Arsé-kun: Lance: You'd better. I'll kick your prettyboy ass if you don't. Sheepy: Tristan: How sad! You'd hurt me? Arsé-kun: Lance: I'm not gonna fight you. Just kick you in the ass. Sheepy: Tristan: Is that not the same...? Arsé-kun: Lance: No?? Sheepy: Tristan:....? Arsé-kun: *Lance lightly boots Tristan in the rear* Sheepy: Tristan: You snuck up on me... Arsé-kun: Lance: I told you exactly what I'd do. Sheepy: Tristan: I didn't realize you meant it literally... Arsé-kun: Lance: I did! Sheepy: Tristan: Ah... Yes, I came for my phone. *he finally grabs it and pockets it* Sheepy: Gawain: Hey, Tristan, did you know? Lance got a tattoo. Sheepy: Tristan: ....... Arsé-kun: Lance: Sure did. Didn't ask for it, but I got it. Sheepy: Gawain: What? Someone gave it to you wihout your permission? Shouldn't you that report that to someone? Arsé-kun: Lance: Eh, it's my fault. Sheepy: Gawain: That doesn't matter. Those are really painful to remove. Arsé-kun: Lance: Mhm. Sheepy: Gawain: And I won't push you, but you're my friend, and I don't want you to be stuck in a situation like this and feel like you can't go to anyone. Arsé-kun: *Normally Lance would appreciate this, but he's still. Grumpy* Sheepy: Gawain: Sorry I can't do much, but you can talk to me about it. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... ... *he sighs* Arsé-kun: Lance: I did this for you. Arsé-kun: Lance: You didn't ask for it. You wouldn't want people hurt. Arsé-kun: Lance: I did. *he's holding onto his arm now* I beat the shit out of the janitor for what he did to you. Sheepy: Gawain: You... ended up with that, for me? ... That's not a tattoo, is it? Sheepy: Gawain: I don't know what it is, but it's clear it's causing you pain. Please go to the doctor soon and have him look it over...! I'll even go with you if you want. Sheepy: *Tristan has his eyes open. He was staring at Lance's arm before he covered it.* Sheepy: Tristan: How sad! For your figure to further be blotted by the ugliness of death and despair! Darkness among darkness... Ah, but it's just slightly different. Arsé-kun: Lance: It doesn't hurt. Well, it does, but only because I got murdered in the hallway after class. Sheepy: Gawain: Eh? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... But yeah. I'll go tomorrow. Sheepy: Gawain: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Lance: Hey, Tristan, was it really that bad looking? Sheepy: Tristan: It's ugly. Arsé-kun: Lance: That can't be good. Sheepy: Tristan: I doubt it is. Arsé-kun: Lance: I should.. Probably schedule someone to look at it now, huh. Sheepy: Tristan: Yes. Arsé-kun: Lance: [text: to Holmes] Guess whose a dumbass and got my arm all stained by alien who knows what bc i lost my temper! Hint: It isnt you! Arsé-kun: Lance: [text: to Holmes] As in, please ask Dr. Watson to set some time for me because I have made a severe error Sheepy: Holmes: [text: to Lance] Still trying to guess your difficult riddle! Sheepy: Holmes: [text: to Lance] I'll ask him right now. One moment. Arsé-kun: Lance: [text: to Holmes] bruh. Sheepy: Holmes: [text: to Lance] If you can move, he wants go look at it now. Arsé-kun: Lance: [text: to Holmes] Shoulda figured. I'll head over. Bringing my bat just in case- Got a bad feeling. Sheepy: Holmes: [text: to Lance] To bash Watson with? Arsé-kun: Lance: [text: to Holmes] You wish Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Doc wants to see it now. Dammit. Either of you chucklefucks wanna come, or you too busy? Sheepy: Holmes: [text: to Lance] I would never! I was just concerned!! Sheepy: Gawain: I can go. You did it for me, after all. Sheepy: Tristan: ......... Arsé-kun: Lance: You have a date. Go. Sheepy: Tristan:.............. *snore* Arsé-kun: Lance: Seriously. Sheepy: Gawain: Wow... Arsé-kun: Lot: *coming through the door like a normal person* I can handle it. Go on you two. Sheepy: Gawain: Thank you. Sheepy: *Gawain heads out with Lance!* Arsé-kun: *If Tristan had a nickel for every time his rear was kicked today, he would have two nickels- Not that its a lot, but it's weird it happened twice* Sheepy: *Being Tristan is suffering.* Arsé-kun: *A bit later!* Sheepy: Holmes: Alien substance... Sheepy: Holmes: I have my suspicions on who it came from, but I suppose it's obvious. Arsé-kun: Watson: .. I'm getting concerned. How long has it been now? Sheepy: Holmes: Ah... I haven't been paying attention to the time. Here, there's timestamps on my texts. 45 minutes ago was the last one. Sheepy: Holmes: There's one alien that likes causing more trouble than anyone here. The culprit is obviously Nyarlathotep. How boring.... Arsé-kun: Watson: It most likely was, but we need to focus on the patient over the culprit. Sheepy: Holmes: What's the fun in that...? Arsé-kun: Watson: There is none. This is about getting someone the medical attention they need. You can chase Nyar down all you want after. Sheepy: Holmes: I'm not really interested in what he does. He's a bore. Arsé-kun: Watson: Fine, then solve why the patient isn't here yet. Sheepy: Holmes: The reason why the client isn't here yet is... Sheepy: Holmes:...it's not the right time for that yet. Arsé-kun: Watson: This could have his life on the line, and you're going to do this to me?? Sheepy: Holmes: Hmhmhm... it's not right to rush through mysteries, only seeking a resolution. That's how you miss important details. Sheepy: Holmes: Here are the details we currently know. Sheepy: Holmes: He has an alien substance on his arm. Furthermore, he would have reason to have a grudge against Nyarlathotep, due to him attacking his friend. Arsé-kun: Watson: But would Nyar have a reason to stop him now? Sheepy: Holmes: Let's consider what could result in Lance's journey to you being stopped. Sheepy: Holmes: Someone could stop him without intending to... well, stop him. Sheepy: Holmes: For example. A friend who's like a dog sinking their teeth into you, and won't let you go from the conversation no matter how hard you try. Arsé-kun: Watson: Then send another message. Sheepy: Holmes: What? Be rude in a conversation wih a rude person? Sheepy: Holmes: What else. Maybe he was hurt on the way here and can't get to his phone. Arsé-kun: Watson: Aka, the reason I'm most concerned. That one is very possible. Sheepy: Holmes: I wonder where he is... Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm going to go looking. You do what you want. Sheepy: Holmes: What? What if I want to go with you? Arsé-kun: Watson: Then by all means! Sheepy: Holmes: But perhaps, what I want to do most of all... is lie on this sofa and consider where he could be. Practice using my mental image of the campus's map and paths. Arsé-kun: Watson: Why must you only want to work when there is no work? Sheepy: *Suddenly, the door flings open! It's Gawain! He's got some scrapes and bruises, and he's breathing heavily from running as fast as he could all the way there. He has a panicked expression on his face...* Sheepy: Holmes: I'm not really interested... Arsé-kun: Watson: *ignoring Holmes* Take a moment to catch your breath. Are you okay? Sheepy: Gawain: *huff, huff, huff...* ... My friend, Lance - he's acting weird. He attacked me, and I ran...! I don't know where he is anymore. If it was noon, I could've taken him for sure! Arsé-kun: Watson: There's our answer, Holmes. I'm going without you. Sheepy: Holmes: You're so quick to leave me out of everything. Arsé-kun: Watson: *he goes over to Gawain* Feel free to take a seat. If none of your wounds are severe, I'll patch them up as soon as I return. Sheepy: Gawain: I think I'm okay. I've had worse. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm aware of this. Your head wasn't hit? Sheepy: Holmes: *he slowly stands and stretches* Ah... what a pain. But I suppose it's my job to watch over delinquents like him, so it's also my job to stop him. Sheepy: Gawain: Thankfully, no. Arsé-kun: Watson: Glad to hear it. Where were you when you ran? Sheepy: Gawain: Machen field house. Arsé-kun: Watson: You ran all the way here from Machen? No wonder you were out of breath. Sheepy: Gawain: And I even wanted to go for a run, too... Ahahaha... not for my life, though...! Arsé-kun: Watson: Well, we'll handle it from here. Thank you for your efforts, they'll be a big help. Sheepy: Gawain: Thank you. Sheepy: Holmes: Well, let's get a move on. Arsé-kun: Watson: Yes, lets. The longer we take, the further he could get. Sheepy: Holmes: I'll follow your lead for once. Arsé-kun: Watson: I appreciate it. Arsé-kun: *Watson leads him towards Machen Field House.* Sheepy: *Before they manage to reach Machen Field House. they find someone crumpled on the ground around the faculty office, clutching a long object. ...It's Lance's bat!* Arsé-kun: *Watson doesn't give a shit about the bat! The person is far more important here* Sheepy: *It's Morty! He's unconscious. He looks as though he's been beaten with the very bat he now has. The best way to describe his current state is that he's a bloodied mess.* Arsé-kun: Watson: He's badly hurt. I'll have to break off from you briefly. Sheepy: Holmes: Even so, his presence here is useful. We now know that Lance has been through here already. Arsé-kun: Watson: And he's been unarmed. Go on without me, I'll send for backup. Sheepy: Holmes: Right. Good luck. *He starts heading back towards the office. Time to hunt for Lance, solo!* Arsé-kun: *Any clues along the way, Holmes?* Sheepy: *Holmes follows the footprints!* Arsé-kun: *If the footprints and occasional blood drip mean anything, then Lance went towards the Zann Building. oh no.* Sheepy: *Holmes rushes towards the Zann building.* Sheepy: *Holmes arrives at the Zann building!* Arsé-kun: *Lance definitely went inside, judging by the blood on the door.* Sheepy: *Holmes enters.* Arsé-kun: *It's dark.* Sheepy: Holmes: *He squints*..... Sheepy: *He carefully paces down the hallway* Arsé-kun: *... Nothing. No signs of Lance, no signs of anything weird* Sheepy: *Holmes finally reaches the end of the hallway.* Arsé-kun: *... Nope, nothing. But Lance couldn't have gone far. The building has 4 hallways exactly, and one center courtyard. and a lot of empty rooms.* Sheepy: Holmes: (Why is it so dark...?) Arsé-kun: *Because it's getting late and the building is mostly lit by windows. Only a few rooms use electricity* Sheepy: Holmes: (Where did those students stay? I need to warn them.) Arsé-kun: *In one of the four hallways, Holmes. duh* Sheepy: *Holmes goes hunting for Garry and crew.* Arsé-kun: *He finds their room in... the last hallway. The one he didn't check initially. The light is on.* Sheepy: *Holmes knocks on the door!* Arsé-kun: *Garry gets it!* Arsé-kun: Garry: Can I help you..? Sheepy: Holmes: No, you can't. But you can help yourself. Arsé-kun: Garry: Sir, that's extremely scary and I was going to bed. Sheepy: Holmes: There's someone in this building somewhere who is incredibly violent. Arsé-kun: Garry: E-eh?! Sheepy: Holmes: We discovered Mortimer badly injured and unconscious on the ground by the faculty building. It seems he was attacked with a nail-covered bat. His assailant headed here. Sheepy: Holmes: Please stay in your room and don't let anyone in. Arsé-kun: *Garry looks scared* Arsé-kun: Garry: R-right, of course..! Sheepy: Holmes: I'll try to resolve this soon, meanwhile. Stay safe. Sheepy: Holmes: *He finally heads for the courtyard.* Arsé-kun: *Well, it seems like no one is there...* Sheepy: Holmes: Where did he go...? Sheepy: *Holmes starts looking around the courtyard.* Arsé-kun: *Something rustles!* Sheepy: Holmes: ....? Sheepy: *Holmes looks towards the rustling.* Arsé-kun: *Something-- Someone-- is moving! Upon being spotted, they growl* Sheepy: *Holmes hesitantly goes to investigate the noise.* Arsé-kun: *The source of the growling lowers themselves to the ground like a cornered animal. They're still growling.* Sheepy: Holmes: I'm not going to hurt you. Arsé-kun: *Holmes is disregarded in favor of adding a snarl into the mix.* Arsé-kun: *The opposition backs away, clearly threatened. But something hits Holmes' shoe!* Sheepy: *Holmes bends down and picks it up* Arsé-kun: *... It's a flashlight! A gift from a god! A necessity in the current situation!* Sheepy: *Holmes turns it on and shines it near the source of the noise* Arsé-kun: *It IS Lance!!* Sheepy: Holmes: Ah, so it is you... Arsé-kun: Lance: Ghh..! *he's squinting at Holmes, not changing posture at all. He looks.. Scared? Angry?* Sheepy: Holmes: I can see what Gawain was saying about you... Sheepy: Holmes: What do I do in this kind of situation... Arsé-kun: *Lance slowly starts getting up. He definitely means business, if the business is attacking people in a blind rage* Sheepy: Holmes: Lance. I'm not allowed to strike a student. Please consider your actions. Arsé-kun: Lance: Aaahh.. *he manages to focus on Holmes for a few brief moments* Sssrrrrrrrrry..! Sheepy: Holmes: Let's try calming down and talking this through. Arsé-kun: Lance: A-ah... ... *he's preparing to throw himself at Holmes, but doesn't seem to be looking AT Holmes* Arsé-kun: *Lance then DOES throw himself at Holmes, fully intending to claw at his face, when Lance suddenly just... Stops.* Sheepy: Holmes: *He was preparing to defend himself, but noticed Lance suddenly pausing* ...What...? Arsé-kun: *Lance didn't just stop. No, he froze in place, and he's clearly panicked about this turn of events* Sheepy: Holmes:...Are you okay? Arsé-kun: *Lance whines. It's the most he can do* Sheepy: Holmes: *He grabs Lance* I'll bring you back to the hospital! Arsé-kun: *Lance whines again, a bit softer this time.* Sheepy: *Holmes lifts Lance and starts to leave the courtyard, reassuring Lance as he goes* Sheepy: Holmes: Watson and Gawain will probably be there waiting for you. It's all going to be alright, okay? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... mmn. Arsé-kun: *Lance has gone quiet, going from Mad to Dead Tired in a matter of minutes. All of his berserk energy seems to have drained away, thankfully.* Sheepy: *Holmes leaves the courtyard.* Arsé-kun: *Garry's in the hallway, staring out a window. He's looking from his phone, to the window, and back* Sheepy: Holmes: The problem has been resolved. You don't need to keep looking around. ...Unless there's something else? Arsé-kun: Garry: Y-you didn't get it..? *he doesn't even bother looking at Holmes* A mass warning went out about it being a full moon tonight... Th-the werewolf is out somewhere..! Sheepy: Holmes: No, I didn't get it. Sheepy: Holmes:.... Sheepy: Holmes: Ah. I left my phone on the coffee table near the sofa before I left. Arsé-kun: Garry: ... W-well, I haven't heard it yet... I've seen a few people outside, so maybe it isn't here.. Sheepy: Holmes: Thank you for the warning. I'll take it into consideration. Arsé-kun: Garry: Stay safe..! Sheepy: Holmes: Thank you, you too! *he exits the Zann building and starts heading towards the hospital* Arsé-kun: *The moon really is full. No signs of anything out of the ordinary, though.* heepy: Holmes: Full moons are exciting. They bring problems to solve. Arsé-kun: ?: They bring so-og much tension and drama as well! Sheepy: Holmes:....?! *he looks around* Who's there? Arsé-kun: ?: A mystery! *Up on a low tree branch, a yellow cloak and hood.* Delightful, isn't it, not knowing everything? Sheepy: Holmes: It keeps life interesting. If I knew all there was to be known, I would have no purpose in living. Arsé-kun: ?: Ia, ia, I most certainly agree! I could share so-og much with you, but where is the fun in that? None to be found! Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose you're right. It's best to learn information by seeking it yourself. Of course, without any clues to follow, there's little chance in figuring anything out. Arsé-kun: ?: But did you enjoy the first and second acts? I cut it short for an intermission- I hope you don't mind. Sheepy: Holmes: You did this? So for once, Nyarlathotep is innocent. I suppose this isn't so boring after all. Arsé-kun: ?: I merely took advantage of the situation~ I thought it would be a fun watch. Sheepy: Holmes: Well? Did you get the show you wanted? Arsé-kun: ?: Not quite! There is still the third act, and the cast is already lined up. Tell me, humanoid- How well do you run? Sheepy: Holmes: I pride myself in my long legs and cowardice. Arsé-kun: ?: We'll see how this goes! The show resumes in five minutes~ Sheepy: Holmes: Ah... so I'll be running from something. Arsé-kun: ?: And with a vulnerable charge! Will you be able to do it? Does that matter? A show's a show! Sheepy: Holmes: I have to. Arsé-kun: ?: You could die. Who knows? Not I. Sheepy: Holmes: It's my job to protect the students from harm, and I'm perfectly willing to die for that. Sheepy: *Holmes begins heading towards the hospital once more!* Arsé-kun: ?: Good luck! Your head-start is running out! Tell the lovely-og janitor I've added to my mural~ *they waves him off* Sheepy: Holmes: (Mural...? No, it's more important to focus on getting to a safe place.) Sheepy: Holmes: Don't worry, Lance. You'll be safe. I assure you on that. Arsé-kun: *Lance drowsily glances up at Holmes. He doesn't bother with an answer* Sheepy: Holmes: (With this danger in mind, I feel so much further from the hospital than before..) Arsé-kun: *Despite the "warning", it's still quiet.* Sheepy: Holmes: (But it's so quiet... Is there really a problem?) Arsé-kun: *... That faint howl says otherwise. And it's coming from... ........ The hospital.* Sheepy: Holmes: ..?! Everyone there is in danger...! *He rushes towards the hospital!* Arsé-kun: *The werewolf is visible before the hospital, as it is on the roof and it seems to be made of fire. That Ain't Lobo* Sheepy: Holmes:....! Sheepy: Holmes: What is THAT?! Arsé-kun: *The werewolf heard you, Holmes! It sees you! It is looking at you with malicious intent!* Sheepy: Holmes: ....?! What do I do?! I have to get in there! Arsé-kun: *The werewolf jumps down, and continues looking with malicious and possibly hungry intent. The show is starting, Holmes!* Sheepy: Holmes: *he backs off some* (I have to get around it!) Arsé-kun: ?: (May I ask what?) Sheepy: Holmes: (You're back...! There's a werewolf blocking the entrance to the hospital, and it's about to attack!) Arsé-kun: Aza: (Perhaps I can...?) Sheepy: Holmes: (Anything you can do to help would be great!) Arsé-kun: Aza: (.... I am being informed that I should not by... Quite literally anyone I am in contact with. Humans need to be alive to be toyed with, I'm told.) Sheepy: Holmes: (Uh, yes, death isn't an option here.) Arsé-kun: Aza: *cheerfully* (Then I've got nothing!) Sheepy: Holmes: (........Ah, I'm so dead.) Sheepy: Holmes: (No, I can't give up...! I have to protect Lance, at least!) Sheepy: Holmes: *He backs off some more from Ignis, focusing hard on what he can do to get around him!* Arsé-kun: *Watson can see the tail end of this... Literally. He can see the wolf preparing to lunge at Holmes, Holmes trying to get around it.. Watson isn't gonna make it.* Arsé-kun: *With the most intimidating butt-wiggle possible, the wolf lunges at Holmes!* Arsé-kun: *Watson panics briefly, and hurries to the front end of the situation! No, no, no, no, no..!* Sheepy: *Better get there fast, Watson! There's two lives at risk!* Arsé-kun: *He's trying his best! It hurts, but he's moving!* Sheepy: *Good luck, Watson!!* Arsé-kun: *He's moving! He's shmoving! He's leaving a fire trail! Not really.... Unless..?* Sheepy: *Watson, did you step in some fire from Ignis?* Arsé-kun: *Possibly!* Sheepy: *There’s burnt feathers on the ground. Maybe they’re Il’s and got stuck to Ignis?* Arsé-kun: *Watson pays them no heed. Priorities!* Arsé-kun: *Finally, Watson gets there..!* Sheepy: *There’s a bunch of feathers on Holmes. Actually, they look like badly damaged, burnt wings! There’s whimpers coming from him…* Arsé-kun: *The werewolf is viciously... Sniffing Holmes, nose right up against the wings.* Arsé-kun: Watson: ... ... ... ... wat. Sheepy: *The wings slowly shift- revealing Holmes, still holding Lance! He looks surprisingly unscathed, other than him crying some!* Arsé-kun: Watson: Holmes...! Don't move..! I'm coming to you..! Sheepy: Holmes: *He doesn’t seem to be that focused on Watson. He seems more stunned, in pain, and confused…* Arsé-kun: *Watson slowly approaches, carefully eyeing the werewolf, before throwing his cane as far as he can! The werewolf notices the sudden movement and HAS to chase down what just fled! What was that, I'll kill you!!* Arsé-kun: *With the wolf occupied, Watson hurries to Holmes' side* Sheepy: Holmes: (It’s gone…. I need to move before it comes back…. and yet, I…) Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm here, he's distracted. *he goes to pat Holmes' shoulder but stops* Lets go, before he comes back. Sheepy: Holmes: R-right…. *he slowly starts trying to get up* Arsé-kun: *Watson gives him assistance, pulling him up by the arms* Sheepy: *Holmes is trembling. Out of fear, or pain? Yes. He doesn’t seen to have registered the wings at all.* Arsé-kun: *Luckily, Lance has been sleeping through all of this. He didn't need more trauma anyway.* Arsé-kun: *Watson is Careful, putting an arm around Holmes' waist for support. For whose support, exactly? Y-yes.* Sheepy: Holmes: W-Watson… There’s, there’s something wrong…. something wrong…! Sheepy: Holmes; (Did you do that…?!) Arsé-kun: *No response. Must be sleeping.* Arsé-kun: Watson: It looks terrible as well. Lets get this looked at. Sheepy: Holmes: Lance first. I can wait. *His pain is audible in his voice...* Arsé-kun: Watson: Get inside first. The rest follows. Sheepy: Holmes:...Right. Sheepy: *Holmes, with Watson's help, gets inside!* Arsé-kun: Watson: You go sit down. I'll take him from here. Sheepy: *Holmes gives Lance to Watson and sits down, exhausted. He won't be moving from there for a while.* Arsé-kun: *Watson exits scene with Lance. Raph enters scene.* Sheepy: Holmes: *He glances over to Raph* Oh. You're still here... Arsé-kun: Raph: Unfortunately. Do you want one or two bags of ice for that? Sheepy: Holmes:....What...? Arsé-kun: Raph: Well, I wasn't going to call attention to it. Sheepy: Holmes: What is going on?! Arsé-kun: Raph: You don't need to yell! Here, you can see mine! *and he whips out his own wings.* Welcome to the burnt wings club! Sheepy: Holmes: That doesn't explain a thing! Arsé-kun: *Raph sits down next to Holmes and plops an ice bag between his neck and shoulder. Not ON the wing, though.* Sheepy: Holmes: Why do I have these? Why do they hurt so much?! I'm just a normal human. This isn't me! Arsé-kun: Raph: It explains a lot. Il was able to drain you for the same reason. Hate to be the guy that tells you, but you're not. Sheepy: Holmes: What... Arsé-kun: Raph: On the bright side, at least you're pretty close! Sheepy: Holmes: Close...? Arsé-kun: Raph: Well, you're certainly humanoid. Just got some added features is all! Sheepy: Holmes: Uh... I don't understand... Arsé-kun: Raph: I'll be blunt. You're an angel like I am. *he lightly blows a noisemaker. it weakly 'phweeee's.* Sheepy: Holmes: That doesn't make any sense. I don't remember ever being one. Arsé-kun: Raph: You don't remember anything. That's not a good argument. Sheepy: Holmes: Ah... Yes, but... Arsé-kun: Raph: But what will Watson think? Sheepy: Holmes: I hit my head when I fell from a waterfall, according to Mycroft. Arsé-kun: Raph: And maybe that's still true. But we all fell, with a few exceptions. You had the misfortune of falling a second time that day. Sheepy: Holmes: What? Arsé-kun: Raph: Every angel fell, minus like... four or so. We all got completely fucked up. *Raph plucks one of his perma-burnt small inner feathers to hand to Holmes. He winces doing it.* And we all got completely burnt to shit. Arsé-kun: Raph: Guess you're included in that count, given the way yours look. Sheepy: Holmes: *He inspects the feather* ...So is Mycroft one, too? Who is he to me...? Arsé-kun: Raph: He's your brother. That isn't different. Sheepy: Holmes: Hmhm... I see. Alright. Arsé-kun: Raph: As for why yours look so bad... Well, they clearly haven't been out since! Sheepy: Holmes: What? Arsé-kun: Raph: Well, feathers gotta grow in themselves! Sheepy: Holmes: Yours clearly haven't completely recovered. Arsé-kun: Raph: Eh, the feathers just look like that now. I can use em, and that's what matters. Arsé-kun: Raph: Not in here, of course. Randall would have my head if he knew I was flying indoors. Arsé-kun: Raph: But enough about that! Here, lemme... Arsé-kun: *Raph heals Holmes' wings a tiny bit! It's clear he's exhausted by how the healing putters out relatively quickly.* Arsé-kun: Raph: ... 'n second thought, maybe not now. Sheepy: Holmes:?... Arsé-kun: Raph: ... Eh, I'm not gonna make you lay on those in public. That'd be fucked. *he gets up, and then picks up Holmes without warning, slinging him over the shoulder like bag o potato* Sheepy: Holmes:?! Arsé-kun: Raph: You're cordially invited to crash on a not hospital bed. Don't need people seeing you like this either. Sheepy: Holmes: Wh-what...?. Arsé-kun: Raph: You want twenty questions about this from other people? N' hospital beds ain't great for wing recovery. Learned that th' hard way. Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose not... Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't worry, I'll make sure Watson knows where you are. Arsé-kun: Raph: ... Sure, we might need to pass outside briefly, but Ignis is preoccupied. Sheepy: Holmes: He is? Arsé-kun: Raph: Yeah, security finally caught up. Arsé-kun: *Raph takes Holmes to His clinic, right next door. True to his word, Ignis- the werewolf- is clearly occupied with something else.* Sheepy: *Grif is being shaken around like a dog toy. He doesn't seem bothered.* Arsé-kun: *Kay is watching this with only a minimum amount of interest. This is normal* Sheepy: *Aru curiously approaches Ignis.* Arsé-kun: *Kay has a fuckin aneurysm on sight* Arsé-kun: Ignis: ? ?? *he drops Grif to investigate Aru. His nose is fuckin huge* Sheepy: Aru: *She suddenly pets Ignis* Hello! Arsé-kun: *Local werewolf cocks his head to the side and stares. Friend? Friend? Look what he has! .. As he picks up and shakes Grif again* Sheepy: Aru: My name's Aru, and that's my brother's friend, Grif. Sorry he tried to stab you. Arsé-kun: *Aru is paid attention about as much as you'd expect- Not much.* Sheepy: Grif: Ah. I'm starting to feel dizzy... Arsé-kun: *Arthur is watching all of this with a look of disapproval.* Arsé-kun: Kay: This was your idea, jackass. Sheepy: Aru: *pet, pet* Are you lost? On the way here, I noticed Lobo moping. Did you get separated from him? Arsé-kun: Yog: *from honestly who fucking knows where* That is a werewolf. Please give distance. Sheepy: Aru: I know. Sheepy: Grif: Wow, wow, wow... dizzy... Arsé-kun: Kay: This is stupid. Sheepy: Aru: But even so, he's capable of kindness. I can feel it. So it's not right to hurt him. Sheepy: Grif: That logic feels so twisted... ah, just like me... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... You good up there? Sheepy: Grif: It's really motion sick inducing... Yes. Arsé-kun: Kay: That sucks. Too bad I can't help you. Sheepy: Il: *He's walking towards the group!* Sheepy: Il:....! *His pace quickens. It looks like he's heading towards Ignis...!...* You remind me of a character from an otome game! *He's gotten distracted by Arthur!* Arsé-kun: Arthur: Please speak to me after handling the large beast. Sheepy: Il: Beast? That is no beast. Although, how romantic would that be...? Ignis, a beast that must be tamed...! Can I choose the right dialogue options?! Or will I get a bad end? But sometimes, the bad ends are even more romantic...! Sheepy: Il: Although, I suppose I would be better suited as an ikemen than the heroine... Really, the heroine is the most wonderful of them all! Sheepy: Aru: Um... Can you leave your lectures on your ideal date until after you talk to him? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I know none of these words. Please save the explanation until after the threat of being mauled by a large being have passed. Sheepy: Il: I suppose I must... Sheepy: *Il approaches Ignis.* Arsé-kun: *Ignis looks at him and wags his tail. At least he stopped shaking Grif* Sheepy: Grif: Hrk... Everything's spinning... Sheepy: Il: Ignis, Ignis. I did something bad. Arsé-kun: Ignis: ? Sheepy: Il: Don't tell Raphael. I was wandering, all on my own... Arsé-kun: Ignis: bbbbooof. Sheepy: Il: I felt inspired. Sheepy: Il: So I started to sing... Arsé-kun: Ignis: bawooff! Sheepy: Il:....And some people wandering around collapsed. Arsé-kun: Kay: I mean this sincerely. What is fuckin' wrong with you? Sheepy: Il: Ah, but I knew it was very bad of me... So I stepped over them to not leave any fingerprints on the scene of the crime. Sheepy: Il: However, I regret nothing and feel no guilt, so I need not make amends. Arsé-kun: Kay: Motherfucker I am going to beat responsibility into you one of these days. Sheepy: Il:...? Arsé-kun: Kay: I've seen toys with a better sense of consequences than you. I've seen dumbass hot boys with better understanding of responsibility than you. You dumb bitch. Sheepy: Il: Toys? Arsé-kun: Kay: I've seen the JANITOR make better decisions. And he's a cunt! Sheepy: Il: Ah.... Sheepy: Il: Well, it's kind of them to deal with it for me. Arsé-kun: *Ignis is digging a hole. Canine stuff.* Sheepy: Il: I suppose I just have to leave fixing this to the janitor. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... I think I am.. How did that saying go? Losing parts of my brain to this? Sheepy: Aru: That's basically accurate... Um, Il. If you do something bad, you have to take responsibility. Sheepy: Il: Ah. Worry not. I'll take it. Sheepy: Il: I did it. Arsé-kun: *Ignis drops Grif in the hole, kicks some dirt on him, and sits next to Il.* Sheepy: Grif: Ugh... Arsé-kun: Kay: Get fucked, idiot. *but he still comes over to help Grif* Sheepy: *Grif accepts the help* Arsé-kun: Kay: Two for two on getting fucked up by large dogs. Sheepy: Il: Oh. Ghost. You should be careful. I've seen the angel of death here before. Sheepy: Grif: I think dogs like me. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That might be the only normal thing you've said. I will be careful of this. Sheepy: Aru: He's also my friend! He's prickly on the outside but soft on the inside. Like a hedgehog! Arsé-kun: *this is a mess* Sheepy: Aru: Non-humans and humans alike can be scary sometimes, but some of them are actually nice. It's important not to judge them immediately. Sheepy: Il: You look like the slightly older ikemen whose main attractive trait is his wisdom! Sheepy: Aru: I don't know what an ikemen is, but Arthur is incredibly smart! Did you know that he was the king of Britain once, and he lead the legendary Knights of the Round Table? He went on all sorts of adventures, too! Beddy told me all about them! Sheepy: Il: ?...... *head tilt* Oh, I played an otome game like that. Lancelot's really sweet and kind, isn't he? Ah... really, the poster boy truly is the best! But I can't help but be a box pusher! They are all so lovable! Sheepy: Aru: ????..... Um... I don't really understand... Sheepy: Il: Most of the KOTR dating sims have you playing as a guy and going after female versions of the knights, but I'm not really a fan of those kinds of sims. There's nothing really wrong with it, but my first game was an otome game, so I just feel more at home watching a girl pursue love from different guys. So, to play an otome game following a village girl turned king, and to pursue love with her handsome knights... How romantic! I hear Merlin's actually based on the man himself! That bare-chested look with the tattoos is certainly unique, but he's a cowardly man under that flirty exterior. How romantic! Sheepy: Aru:........ myrrdin? Sheepy: Il: Could it be... you know the man in real life?! That shocked expression... Yes, you must! Please let me meet him! Or at least get hs autograph! Eh? What do you mean, "he has a wife"? Sure, I'll take her autograph too! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... So tales of romance, I suppose? Am I understanding this? Sheepy: Il: Yes, exactly! Sheepy: Il: It's very popular to date historical figures! Sheepy: Il: Although... I was expecting you to be more... how to put it... Bloodthirsty! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Pardon? I'm not Sir Jaufre. You won't be getting that from me. Sheepy: Il:...Who? Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Lucky you. Sheepy: Il: I don't know that one... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Whatever bloodthirst you believed I have, he did, and then some. That is all you need to know. Sheepy: Il: Hm... I thought there were only, like... 7. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Heavens no. That would be dreadfully inefficient. Sheepy: Il: Now there's 8... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Try over fifty. Sheepy: Il:...?! Arsé-kun: Kay: That's right, over fifty questionably hot and probably awful dudes and at least one lady. Ain't history wild. Sheepy: Il: But my otome game only had 7. There's actually 8, but it's just the same man twice. Arsé-kun: Kay: Dumb bitch, otome isn't accurate to real history. Sheepy: Il:?! Sheepy: Il: Lancelot, Gawain, Tristan, Galahad, Mordred, Percival, Bors... Oh! The dependable big brother who acts like he doesn't like you because he feels like he's too weak to protect you! He's prickly, but occasionally his gentle nature comes out! He shares a route with Merlin in a way... but really, he's always sacrificing himself for you! Kay! Sheepy: Aru:....Wait, hold on. Kay, weak? Arsé-kun: *Kay looks offended* Arsé-kun: Kay: I didn't come out here for someone to get type casted! Sheepy: Aru: Well, I guess it's accurate, but not to the original one. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I! for someone to type cast me! God! Fuck! Sheepy: Aru: He really is dependable! Arsé-kun: Kay: And if you nuke my sister, I'll kill you! I don't fuckin' know how, but I'll beat your fucking ass! Sheepy: Il: Huh? Sheepy: Il: *he tilts his head* What is a "nuke"? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I share this sentiment. Sheepy: Aru: It's a huge explosion that leaves a toxic environment afterwards and it makes people sick. Arsé-kun: *Kay now has to explain the concept of a bomb, a nuclear bomb, and the slang term of nuke to an ancient british ghost and an even older angel.* Sheepy: Il: Well, I know what a bomb is. Arsé-kun: *Arthur looks horrified by the concept* Sheepy: Il: One of the heroines in an otome game has to wear one around her neck. Sheepy: Il: How frightening! Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay, fine. Hurt her in any way and I beat your ass. Sheepy: Il: I simply delete it. Sheepy: Il: Why would I hurt her? Arsé-kun: *This is all being watched by the same yellow cloak. Oooh, spooky. A foreshadowing element.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Who knows with stupid people? Sheepy: *Grif is watching the yellow cloak and eating a snack he brought with him - an unpeeled banana, still with the stem* Sheepy: Il: Hmmm...? I can ask Ignis. Arsé-kun: ?: ... ... ... *they seem offended by this simple action* Arsé-kun: *Ignis is absent. Local werewolf has gone to cause problems somewhere else.* Sheepy: *Grif is making direct eye contact as he chews on the stem of the banana.* Arsé-kun: ?: ... .... I was going to be nice-og to you, nephew, but you have given me such distress by your simple actions that I am not going to at all. Arsé-kun: *Kay has another stroke. who the fuck is THIS* Sheepy: Grif: *crunch crunch* It's alright, Uncle. You can still be nice to me. Arsé-kun: ?: Absolutely not. You get no curtain call or script. I'm straight up ending your story in 24 hours. No mercy. You can't even get your human lines right. Sheepy: Grif: I can give you one as a gift. Sorry for eating it and not offering you one. Arsé-kun: ?: .... I will consider your offering, but the climax remains the same. Sheepy: *Grif pulls out a banana and holds it out for the yellow cloak* Sheepy: Aru: ...Grif, um... why are you eating the peel? Arsé-kun: Kay: He's a dumbass. Sheepy: Grif: Peel? Sheepy: Grif: What peel? Arsé-kun: *Kay sighs very hard, and opens the banana for Grif.* Sheepy: Grif: Ah... You just made it have less food content. Arsé-kun: Kay: You don't eat the outside, stupid moron. Sheepy: Grif: Why not? Arsé-kun: Kay: Tastes like shit. Arsé-kun: Kay: At least eat it after the inside. Sheepy: Grif: Do you eat your food in two parts so it can last longer? Arsé-kun: Kay: Shit, sometimes. Sheepy: Grif: I understand. It's the same deal here. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... That, and watching you eat it like that is upsetting. Sheepy: Grif: Why? I eat cucumbers like this, too. Arsé-kun: Kay: ...... well im leaving Sheepy: Grif:???? Arsé-kun: *Kay just fucking leaves. He's not doing this at 11 30 pm. goodbye* Sheepy: Grif: Hm... Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... ? ??? Sheepy: Grif: He left.. Arsé-kun: -Wednesday, November 3rd- Arsé-kun: Kay: ---Morning, fuckers. Anyone cook yet? Sheepy: Grif: Not yet. Arsé-kun: Kay: Sick. Dibs. Arsé-kun: *Kay starts getting shit together. He Knows What He Wants* Sheepy: Grif: Wow... you're making food. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah I am! Sheepy: Grif: I can't cook. I can just eat what's been made. Arsé-kun: Kay: Git gud. Sheepy: Grif: If I do, you'll have competition for cooking. Arsé-kun: Kay: Why compete when you can just join me, moron? Sheepy: Grif: I can join you? Arsé-kun: Kay: When you know what you're doin', sure, why the hell not? Two sets of hands is better than one. Sheepy: Grif: I don't know how to... but I have to learn, so I can cook with you. Arsé-kun: Kay: Lookin' forward to it. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Me too. Sheepy: Aru: Oh! You're cooking! Arsé-kun: Kay: Hell yeah. You know what's up. Sheepy: Grif: So do I. Sheepy: Grif: The ceiling... Even further than that, the sky. And finally, Dad. Sheepy: Aru: I'm excited! Sheepy: Grif: I hear there's turtles in space, too. Sheepy: Grif: I bet Dad could fly there, too. Arsé-kun: Kay: Which one? Sheepy: Grif: Dragon. Sheepy: Grif: The only issue might be the lack of air. Arsé-kun: Kay: Probably? I ain't got any idea. Sheepy: Aru: Teacher knows a lot about dragons I think. I can ask him. Sheepy: Aru: He knows a lot! Arsé-kun: Kay: He know why you three got taught and I didn't? I'm still bitter. Sheepy: Aru: "It's a Kay's fate to be left out". Arsé-kun: Kay: It's a Kay's fate to get goddamn salty. Sheepy: Aru: OG was left out, too! Teacher taught Arthur and his sister, but not him! Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, bet he hated it too. Sheepy: Aru: You can learn from 14! Arsé-kun: Merlin: 14 still self destructs! Sheepy: Aru: But maybe you can ask Teacher to teach you, Kay. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh yeah. Lemme just call 'im on my cell phone. Oh, wait! Sheepy: Aru: You can use mine! Arsé-kun: Merlin: 14 also has news! Sheepy: Aru: Really? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yep. Sheepy: Aru: What is it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lance ended up at the hospital again. Sheepy: Aru: W-why?! Is he okay?! Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... hmmmm... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lot says he is, but Gawain got beat up for it. Sheepy: Aru: Lot beat up Gawain? Arsé-kun: Merlin: No, no. Lot says Lance is okay. Gawain got beat up again, but at least he didn't get a concussion this time! Sheepy: Aru: Poor Gawain... Arsé-kun: Kay: Y'know by what? The fuckin' furry? Sheepy: Aru: I didn't see Gawain around when we found Ignis... Sheepy: Aru: But that doesn't mean anything. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *looking at his phone* Nnnnope. Gawain says somethin messed with Lance, and Lance messed him up. Sheepy: Aru: Scary... Sheepy: Grif: What a pain. I have to deal with Uncle again. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Apparently some other stuff happened, too, but Lance doesn't know. Arsé-kun: *Kay is cooking fuit omwet in relative silence. Why speak when you can look completely #done with the situation and be done with it?* Sheepy: Grif: I see. I can take down the culprit. Sheepy: Aru: Poor Lance... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lance says... He has no idea at all and ask the detective. Sheepy: Aru: I guess we should do detective work of our own! Arsé-kun: *Arthur is watching Kay cook from the ceiling. Jealousy.png* Arsé-kun: Kay: Sure, why not? Lets get completely fucked up solving a mystery. Sheepy: Aru: You know, the culprit is always the butler! Sheepy: Grif: Lucan didn't do anything. It was my uncle. Arsé-kun: Merlin: One day it'll be Lucan! Sheepy: Aru: Lucan should aspire to being the culprit to live up to his occupation! Sheepy: Aru: But... Nyar again... Sheepy: Grif: No, it's a different one. Arsé-kun: Kay: That's a shock. The yellow bastard? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Kay: Gross. Do your job. Sheepy: Grif: I will. Ah, normally he doesn't bother me, but I'm feeling angry just thinking about him. I like Lance. I won't let him target Lance again. Sheepy: Grif: I'm tired of them constantly causing problems. Arsé-kun: Kay: I'm tired of hearin' about them. Kick his ass, Grif. Sheepy: Grif: I will! Sheepy: Grif: But I should check on Lance first... Arsé-kun: Kay: Quest schedule. We eat, clean the dishes, then go check on Lance and Gawain. Make sure they aren't totally fucked. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But first, Kay's apparently renowned omelets! Sheepy: Aru: They're great! Arsé-kun: Merlin: We're gonna find out! Sheepy: Grif: *He doesn't appear enthusiastic...* Sheepy: Aru: Thank you for making them, Kay! Arsé-kun: Kay: You're welcome! Here. *breakfast is Served!* Sheepy: *Aru is very excited and thoroughly enjoying her fruit omelette! Grif isn't touching his.* Arsé-kun: Kay: ....?? Arsé-kun: *Merlin is warily taking a bite, but he's out of focus because he isn't the priority here* Sheepy: Grif: Uh... Sorry. I'm not hungry. Arsé-kun: Kay: What the fuck? Sheepy: Grif: Don't worry. It's not a problem. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I'd save it, but mr thieving orb bitch would just steal it. Sheepy: Grif: Him or Bedi. Arsé-kun: Kay: Bedi's allowed. Sheepy: Grif: I see... Sheepy: Grif: It's my job to stop things like this from happening. I suppose I've been slacking off too much. Arsé-kun: Kay: That, or the bastard's been here the whole time. Sheepy: Grif: Well, of course. Why else would there be those yellow creatures on the Zann building? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Can't believe an alien invented the minions. Sheepy: Grif: "Minions"? Sheepy: Aru: I've heard of those! They're yellow! Sheepy: Grif:...... Sheepy: Grif: What is a minion? Arsé-kun: *Merlin shows Grif what a Minion is* Sheepy: Grif: I have a minion. Sheepy: Grif: It's soft. Arsé-kun: Kay: Do ya? Awful. Eat your goddamn food or I shove it in your piehole. Sheepy: Grif: Uncle gave it to me. ...I suppose Uncle is nice to me. I like him, but sometimes he does things I don't like. Arsé-kun: *Yog starts sneaking out of the microwave via a single tentacle. Kay smacks him* Arsé-kun: Kay: And you probably do shit he doesn't like. Sheepy: Grif:....I'm mad! Why do those two derive so much satisfaction from human suffering? Arsé-kun: Yog: Because one enjoys the suffering of others, the other is here for the drama. Sheepy: Grif: I'll give him drama! Arsé-kun: Yog: .... Given what I've seen, you most certainly will. Sheepy: Grif: I'll give him a starring role in his own murder mystery! As a victim! What a pain, what a pain! I can't believe I let him get away with that! Arsé-kun: Kay: He'll be a one-off villain and won't show up again after you wreck his shit! Sheepy: Grif: Yes, of course! Arsé-kun: *Kay goes over and threateningly points a fork at Grif* Arsé-kun: Kay: Eat my fucking cooking, moron. Sheepy: Grif: *huff* Too frustrated to be hungry. Arsé-kun: Kay: You'll fuckin' regret that later. And I'll laugh at you. Sheepy: Grif: Later... later. That's right. Later, I'm going to punish him for what he did. Arsé-kun: Kay: You sure goddamn will. Arsé-kun: *Kay takes Grif's plate away, and hits Yog's intruding presence with the fork again. Fuck Off* Sheepy: Grif: I just have to prepare for it. Arsé-kun: Kay: Get your shit together. I'll get mine after I clean up. We're gonna bust. Uh. Who is this? Sheepy: Grif: He's Uncle. Sheepy: Grif: But not the usual one. Arsé-kun: Kay: That doesn't help one bit. Sheepy: Grif: His name... can't say! Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay, spell it. Arsé-kun: Kay: wait right Sheepy: Grif: Ah... Spell it... Arsé-kun: Yog: It starts with an H. Give me an offering. Sheepy: Grif: H... A. Z. D. E. R. Arsé-kun: Kay: Don't know enough to challenge that! Arsé-kun: Kay: *smacking Yog's banana tentacle for the third goddamn time* Okay, that's it! Give me some useful items that Grif won't and you'll get this! Bitch! Give ME an offering! Sheepy: Grif: Spelling's hard... So hard. Arsé-kun: *Yog withdraws. He will consider this offer* Sheepy: Aru: Do aliens like you have their own kind of cuisine, Yog? What is it like? Arsé-kun: *Merlin's furiously looking things up* Arsé-kun: Yog: It's... Not as good. It tends to be bland or bitter. Sheepy: Aru: But creatures only can taste sugar generally if they need it in their diet, right? So you need sugar in your diet? Arsé-kun: Yog: It seems that way. Sheepy: Aru: Wow. You know so much! Arsé-kun: Yog: I do my best. Arsé-kun: *Yog personally comes out to place several wrapped items on the counter. He has Accepted Kay's Offer. He then takes the omelet and leaves, plate and all. Kay stares at him.* Sheepy: Aru: I feel like I can learn a lot from you. For example... How did you meet Teacher?! Arsé-kun: Yog: That is a complicated tale including an attempt at time travel and several feral beasts. We do not have time for that. Arsé-kun: *Kay has obtained... Several Chaos Cookies and several Kthanid's Respites. All will be placed in his bag.* Sheepy: Aru: Eh? I assumed you just met him through Dove. Sheepy: Aru: This sounds much more exciting! Arsé-kun: Yog: Perhaps I will share some of that tale another time. Sheepy: Aru: Okay, later, then! Sheepy: Aru: I know interesting info about backstories too! Although I guess you'd already know it. The only ones who probably wouldn't know it are... Kay and Merlin! Maybe Grif? Beddy told me about Dove! Apparently Beddy was scared of him because Dove kept chewing on him so he doesn't know a lot about him but I know some interesting info! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I only know what I've been told or what I can google! Sheepy: Aru: Apparently, the knight he was closest to was Mordred, and he regularly used Lancelot as a chew toy. But the only knight he actually disliked was... Cai! Really, at the end of the day, anyone with that name just gets left out! Arsé-kun: Kay: Gee whiz. Arsé-kun: Kay: Thanks for giving me a bias to hate myself on! I'll be sure to abuse it when I really want to commit die. Sheepy: Aru: It's okay! Sheepy: Aru: OG was super cool! Beddy said he could put his head under water for 7 days and 7 nights without drowning! Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, come on! I didn't even make the swim team and you bring that sorta thing up?? Arsé-kun: Kay: You're doing the thing where you don't think before you speak! Sheepy: Aru: What do swim teams do? Arsé-kun: Kay: You get one guess. Sheepy: Aru: Okay... hmmm... Sheepy: Aru: Two swimmers try to drown each other and the survivor is the winner! Arsé-kun: Kay: ...... Sheepy: Aru: I believe in you, Kay! You can drown many people if you try hard enough! Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... Modern entertainment is scary. Sheepy: Grif: I can't swim at all... Arsé-kun: Kay: Forget it. It's almost ten and I already want booze. Sheepy: Aru: I don't know anything about sports. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I was going to guess it was just swimming, but I seem to have been wrong. Sheepy: Aru: ....Huh? Sheepy: Aru: Why would you need a team to be able to swim? Sheepy: Aru: You just go in the pool and swim. Arsé-kun: Arthur: If one man starts struggling, there are others to assist? I do not know. Sheepy: Aru: Oh! That makes sense! Sheepy: Aru: But how do you win? Arsé-kun: Kay: I want to dunk my head into sand like a fucking ostrich and never come back up. My IQ is dropping. Sheepy: Aru: Don't be mean, Kay! I never learned about any sports in detail when living with Teacher. It wasn't really important! Arsé-kun: Kay: This ain't some roman gladiator crap! It's just swimming, that's it!! Sheepy: Aru:......... Arsé-kun: Kay: Y'know, the thing I thought I was good at?? Sheepy: Aru:....Why do you need to make a swimming team to swim? You just swim. You've now swum. Arsé-kun: Kay: It's a goddamn race. That's it. That's the whole fuckin' thing. Sheepy: Aru:....... Arsé-kun: Arthur: ..... And now we know. Sheepy: Aru: That sounds, um... Sheepy: Aru: It's not really my place to judge... Arsé-kun: Kay: Feel free. Who doesn't at this point? Sheepy: Aru: What's the point of a swim team? Arsé-kun: Kay: Multiple racers. Sheepy: Aru: Why does it matter who finishes swimming first? Arsé-kun: Kay: Do you know what a race is? Don't answer that. I'm gonna go get my shit. Sheepy: Aru: At the end of the day, as long as everyone finished swimming and didn't drown, there's no difference than there was before they started swimming. Arsé-kun: Kay: *leaving the room* You would goddamn hate american football. Sheepy: Aru: I know that one! It's the one where they kick a white and black ball around! Gawain used to play it! Sheepy: Aru:...But football players usually aren't so buff in the arms and chest... Arsé-kun: Kay: *in his room* That's normal football, or soccer! Not that one! Sheepy: Aru:......?! Sheepy: Aru: He plays a made up sport! I see! Arsé-kun: Yog: I believe he is referring to American football. Noun. A form of team game played with an oval ball on a field marked out as a gridiron. Points are scored mainly through touchdowns and field goals. Each side has eleven players on the field at any time. Sheepy: Aru:........... Sheepy: Aru: Why? Arsé-kun: Yog: Entertainment. Playing is fun, watching is fun. Or so I am told. I do not care for it. Sheepy: Aru: Fun... Hmm... I don't really get why it'd be fun. Arsé-kun: Yog: Any sport has a chance for injury. This one is no exception, as a certain someone can attest to. Sheepy: Aru: Beddy said that most rugby injuries are in the stands where the aufience knocks each other's teeth out. Arsé-kun: Yog: I can only confirm this with research. I do not know myself. Sheepy: Aru: He went to a game once to feel the feelings of everyone in the stands to try to understand this. Thanks to his armor, he came out unscathed, but he felt incredibly overwhelmed by all of the drunken emotions he was feeling. Arsé-kun: Yog: Interesting. I may have to give it a chance for the experience. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...? Arsé-kun: *Kay returns with his gear and stuff.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Aight, I'm ready. Lets get fucked up inevitably. Sheepy: Aru: You need so much gear just to talk to Lance? Arsé-kun: Kay: Nah, I just don't trust shit. That yellow bastard threatened Grif- Better to be safe. Sheepy: Grif: He always talks like that. Sheepy: Grif: Ah. You're ready. Let's go. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, finally. I don't even need to do the dishes. Arsé-kun: *Kay gestures towards the sink* Arsé-kun: *Fou is watching Elyan clean dishes.* Sheepy: Grif: Wow. Elyan's helping. Arsé-kun: Kay: Sure is. Sheepy: Aru: Are you visiting them? Can I come? Arsé-kun: Kay: Yep. C'mon. Sheepy: *Aru quickly gets ready and joins Kay!* Arsé-kun: *Party leaves as soon as Merlin joins the party.* Sheepy: *Unsurprisingly, Bedi is already with Lance! Lucan is looming nearby.* Sheepy: Lucan: Is nobody normal around here...? Arsé-kun: Lance: .... um. Hi. Arsé-kun: Kay: What's a normal? We have normal people? Where?? Sheepy: Lucan: Well, I almost feel sworn to secrecy. Sheepy: Lucan: Lance, you know what I'm talking about, don't you? You were there, weren't you? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Nope. Sheepy: Lucan: Last night when you were nearly mauled by a giant werewolf. You don't remember a thing? Arsé-kun: Lance: The WHAT. Sheepy: Lucan: Giant, fiery werewolf! Arsé-kun: Lance: Is that what that was... Arsé-kun: Lance: I might've seen it briefly, but that's about it... Sheepy: Lucan: So you don't remember what happened at all? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Outside of that, last thing I got is leaving with Gawain. Sheepy: Lucan: I don't really understand most of what I saw... I was hoping you'd be a witness. Maybe I was just imagining it. Sheepy: Lucan: That detective who likes bothering you actually took a direct hit from it from what I saw. You were right there with him. I don't really understand how you were unharmed. Arsé-kun: Lance: I really don't remember anything. I've been told I was being difficult, but.. Arsé-kun: Lance: Did anything happen to Gawain? Arsé-kun: Lance: ... other than me beating him up, apparently. Sheepy: Lucan: His injuries were minor. I overheard that the one you seriously injured was someone working for the detective. Arsé-kun: Lance: E-eh?? Sheepy: Lucan: I don't know him. Sheepy: Lucan: I just know someone got seriously hurt. Sheepy: Bedi: Do you always snoop on things that aren't your business...? Sheepy: Lucan: Of course! Arsé-kun: *Lance Feels Bad* Sheepy: Lucan: Well, I'm sure if you try harder next time, you can go for the kill. Arsé-kun: Lance: ............ *he smacks Lucan with a wad of paperwork* Sheepy: Grif: Works for the detective... Let's see. That would be... *he opens his logs briefly* ...Mortimer Jackson. Arsé-kun: Lance: .... I liked him, too. Shoot. Sheepy: Grif: Commonly seen near the Zann building. Cold towards strangers, and Griflet. Sheepy: Grif: Oh. That's me. Arsé-kun: Kay: You were a stranger when you met him, moron. Sheepy: Grif: I'm not strange. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, yeah, you're a weirdo, right. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: That's what it says here, anyway. Sheepy: Grif: I don't like him. Sheepy: Grif: Our interactions always tend to be ignoring each other or things like, "I've got everything over here under control. I don't need security here". Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, he learned he sure fuckin' doesn't. Sheepy: Grif: Ohhh... I should tell him thay when I find him... Sheepy: Bedi: "I told you so" just makes people dislike you! Sheepy: Grif: Lance. My uncle probably made you go mad last night. It's not your fault. Sheepy: my immediate next line: "not uncle, but rather uncle" Sheepy: Grif: Not the janitor uncle. My friendly uncle. Sheepy: Grif: He makes people go mad for his own entertainment, unlike the other one, who makes people go mad for his own entertainment. Sheepy: Grif: I should have stopped him before he did that to you! Did you look at any weird marks? Or read any books? No, that wouldn't be it. Maybe he just found you interesting. Arsé-kun: Lance: ... Well, I have this from the janitor. *he pulls up his sleeve to show Grif his one inked arm* Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... hmmmm... Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... his blood, on your arm.. Arsé-kun: Lance: It comes off, right? Sheepy: Grif: Huh? No, of course not. Uncle wouldn't let his prey go so easily. Arsé-kun: Lance: Shit. Sheepy: Lucan: When you go on a date with that delinquent girl, you can tell her, "Oh, I got a tattoo... from the blood of my enemies!!!!" Arsé-kun: Lance: That's a bit too edgy, even for me. Sheepy: *There's vaguely coherent discussion near by of Aru telling someone, "he's in this room here!"* Sheepy: Guin: I heard you were in the hospital and had to come over! Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Who put you here? Here, I brought you a gift so you'll heal faster! *She shoves some sort of fuzzy toy into Lance's hands* Arsé-kun: *Lance is overwhelmed briefly. give him a second* Arsé-kun: Lance: The combined effort of the janitor and someone else. I already beat up the janitor, but I don't think you should try. Because, uh. *looks at own arm* Arsé-kun: Lance: ... But thanks. Sheepy: Guin: He did that to you?!... But I'll take your advice... ...?! *her face turns bright red as she realizes how she acted upon entering* B-but don't think I ran right here after finding out! I wasn't looking for you before or anything! Uh, uhhh...! Sheepy: Guin: Here's my number so you don't accidentally call it!!! *she shoves a slip of paper in his hand, too* So don't call! I won't be looking for your call! I definitely won't care if you don't call! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Kay, she's like you. Arsé-kun: Kay: Wh-wh.... What the FUCK does that mean, Griflet?! Sheepy: Grif: She fakes being cold to hide her feelings. Arsé-kun: Kay: I ain't faking shit! I'm just an ass. Sheepy: Guin: I-I don't fake anything! (lie) Arsé-kun: *Lance is amused by this. He makes sure to put her number in his phone and immediately texts her instead* Arsé-kun: Lance: [text: to Guin] I'll make sure not to call. Sheepy: *Guin immediately checks! Apparently she was waiting for him after all.* Sheepy: Guin: E-eh?? Arsé-kun: Lance: ...??? (DID I MAKE A MISTAKE??) Sheepy: Guin: Well, I wouldn't hate it if you called... Or texted... Arsé-kun: Lance: but you just said.. Arsé-kun: Kay: Good lord. I know I'm bad, but you people are hopeless. Y all need the room to yourselves? Sheepy: Lucan: Hey, how did you get so good at reading minds? Arsé-kun: *Kay just fingerguns at Lucan* Sheepy: Guin: It's not like that!! Arsé-kun: Kay: *ignoring her* Okay, children, lets leave the lovebirds alone! Maybe they'll have a Bond Up by the time we get back. Arsé-kun: Lance: ?!?!?!? Sheepy: Guin: W-what?! Arsé-kun: Kay: I'm fuckin' with you guys, chill. I don't expect more than a fistfight. Sheepy: Guin: Why would I fist fight him in a hospital? Arsé-kun: Kay: I don't know what you delinquents get up to, and I really don't care. Sheepy: Guin: Eh? Arsé-kun: *Without answering, Kay leaves them be* Sheepy: Lucan: Speaking of fistfights, my girlfriend is really strong... and pretty... and tall. Arsé-kun: Kay: *imitating Agravain* I hate women. Sheepy: Lucan: Man, that man. What a total edgelord. Sheepy: Lucan: By the way, have you met her? Arsé-kun: Kay: Nope. Most of us still think she's a myth. Sheepy: Lucan: She's real! Arsé-kun: Kay: More or less real than my love life? Sheepy: Lucan: She's tall! She's kind! She's strong! She smells like flowers! Arsé-kun: Kay: You're sure it's not Merlin in drag? Sheepy: Lucan: Eh? Arsé-kun: Kay: I dunno, Bedi says that about Merlin too. Sheepy: Lucan: No, no! She's nothing like Merlin! ... But she does have white hair and purple eyes, just like him. Arsé-kun: Kay: So she's like Merlin.. Sheepy: Lucan: Merlin isn't my type! Bedi deserves better, too. Why do you think I'd date someone like him? Marin's nothing like him. Arsé-kun: *They turn the corner, and find Merlin and Marin fighting. Grif is stuck between them.* Sheepy: Grif: Bad, bad. No fighting allowed. Sheepy: Lucan: See? She's nothing like him! Sheepy: Bedi:...Um, she's like a mirror image of him almost... Arsé-kun: Kay: Gross, there's two of them. Sheepy: Lucan: Marin's kind and smart! She's also tall, strong, and very pretty... So as you can see, very different from Merlin! Sheepy: Bedi:...Um, they're basically the same person... Arsé-kun: Marin: -Get this man thing out of my territory! Get a new look, copycat! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Copycat?! I got these looks from my grandparents! Get you and your balloons off my lawn! Arsé-kun: Kay: Wow. Sheepy: Grif: He was born with this face and you have to settle for it. This is her territory and you have to accept that. Arsé-kun: Marin: Then make him change it! Sheepy: Grif: You can't just change your face naturally apparently. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can't just...! And I came here to visit one of my friends, you don't own a hospital! Sheesh! Sheepy: Grif: He's friends with Lucan, too, so you'll have to put up with seeing his face often. Arsé-kun: Marin: Gross. Who lets these kinds of things into hospitals? Sheepy: Grif: Lucan is here because he's sick. Sheepy: Grif: If he ate more rocks, he wouldn't be sick. Arsé-kun: Marin: Not him! Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... Arsé-kun: *Merlin looks more confused than angry* Sheepy: Grif: Well, Merlin must simply be accepted. Sheepy: Grif: Merlins can be commonly found in dorm rooms and classrooms too, it seems. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Actually, yeah! Since you're dating one brother, and I'm dating the other, we're really stuck knowing each other! I'll be sure to annoy you by breathing, don't you worry! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Arsé-kun: Merlin: And we're stuck with this one, too! *he pats Grif's shoulder* Since he's dating an honorary brother! Arsé-kun: *Kay is staring* Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Wow... I knew Bedi and Lucan since I could remember, but you're stuck with me because of Kay... Sheepy: Lucan: And I wish I could forget, considering your habit of biting people. Arsé-kun: Marin: .... Fine, but don't you pull any of that incubus crap. Arsé-kun: *She finally breaks off to approach Lucan. She absolutely does not address Merlin's clear confusion* Sheepy: Aru: Oh, oh! I know an incubus! Other than Teacher, I mean! Arsé-kun: Marin: *she glances back at Aru* That's unfortunate. Sheepy: Aru: It's not unfortunate! Beddy's really nice! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Seconded. Sir Bedwyr was one of my best. Sheepy: Aru: So just because someone's an incubus doesn't mean they're bad. But you're one of the first succubi I've met! I actually know someone who's basically one and she's a good friend of mine! Arsé-kun: *Kay stops and now stares at Lucan* Arsé-kun: Kay: You're dating a WHAT? Sheepy: Lucan: Huh? What, you didn't know? Arsé-kun: Kay: If I did, I forgot it amid all this other crap! Sheepy: Bedi: Don't succubi steal men's life forces? Wouldn't that make your health worse? Arsé-kun: Marin: He has so little it wouldn't even make a decent snack~ Sheepy: Bedi: Oh... oh dear... Arsé-kun: Marin: Oh well. I don't mind. Not everything has to be about feeding, you know. Sheepy: Bedi: Is that why you're dating him instead of feeding off of him? Because there's nothing to feed off of anyway? Arsé-kun: Marin: We just happened to get along well. That's all you need to know. Sheepy: Bedi: I see... Sheepy: Bedi: Well, please be kind to him. Sheepy: Bedi: And also, don't drag him around too much because he has low stamina.... Ah, also, he gets lonely easily, even though he acts like it doesn't really bother him. Arsé-kun: Marin: That I'm aware of~ I visit when I can. Sheepy: Bedi: Also, he tends to be a workaholic and pushes himself too hard, so you need to keep an eye on him to make sure he's taking care of himself... Sheepy: Lucan:...Um, Bedi... Arsé-kun: Marin: He cares an awful lot about you. That's so sweet. Sheepy: Lucan: Well, yes...! I'm happy about that! Sheepy: Bedi: He tends to be a perfectionist and needs to be reminded that not everything has to be just right. Um, what else... Arsé-kun: *Grif gained Diplomacy points. Kay approved! Bonus points!* Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies. I know I'm going on, but you're another set of eyes for him, and I worry that I don't visit enough. Arsé-kun: Marin: Don't worry too much. He knows he isn't allowed to misbehave when I'm there. Sheepy: Lucan: Right! Exactly! Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you. I appreciate it. I'm sure Lucan does too, even if he might not say it. He's shy about saying "thank you". Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Don't worry, Lucan, he does this about me too! Sheepy: Lucan: Oh, but you deserve it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: :v Arsé-kun: Merlin: What is this, attack Merlin day?! Sheepy: Bedi: I only do it because I'm worried about you... Sheepy: Bedi: People beat up on you for no reason, so I feel like I need to point out that it hurts your feelings. Sheepy: Bedi: I hope it doesn't bother you that I do this. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I wasn't complaining, babe! Sheepy: Lucan: Oh, Marin, I saw a werewolf last night. But even stranger, I saw an angel who wasn't Il... yes, I think it was an angel. Ah, I feel sworn to secrecy on the angel's identity. Arsé-kun: Marin: Oooh! Were they cute at least? Sheepy: Lucan: No, he looked pretty annoying. Arsé-kun: Marin: That doesn't answer my question~ Sheepy: Lucan: Eh... how do I describe him... ... the angel, right? Not the werewolf? Because the werewolf was on fire. It was horrifying. Arsé-kun: Marin: I passed him on the way here. He's kinda cute, but the appetite is offputting even for me. Sheepy: Lucan: He's here on occasion because of a different angel. But this one... he looks mature and with it on the outside, but on the inside he's a total mess. Sheepy: Lucan: He's here on occasion because of a different angel. But this one... he looks mature and with it on the outside, but on the inside he's a total mess. Sheepy: Lucan:...Is that descriptor too clear? Arsé-kun: Kay: That sounds like most business majors. Sheepy: Lucan: Eh... Well, he isn't cute! Arsé-kun: Marin: Maybe! I'd have to see for myself! Sheepy: Lucan: You've seen him before. Sheepy: Bedi: You say you're sworn to secrecy, but you keep dropping more and more hints so we can figure out who he is. You might as well use his name. Arsé-kun: Kay: Give us more description so I can be a menace. Sheepy: Lucan: Dark hair, messy ponytail, tall. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, that motherfucker. Sheepy: Lucan: Can you believe he's an angel? Arsé-kun: Kay: At this point, anything's fair game. Sheepy: Lucan: Aren't angels, well, usually more... Arsé-kun: Raph: *passing through all this mess* Nope! Sheepy: Lucan: Oh, there's you, too. Arsé-kun: Raph: :v Sheepy: Lucan:..... Sheepy: Lucan: I didn't mean to say that! Arsé-kun: Raph: Oh well! Not like I was subtle about it! Sheepy: Grif: I watched you jump out a window once. Arsé-kun: Raph: Case in point! Arsé-kun: Kay: I saw his wings at the cafe once. The loud reaper kid was there too. Sheepy: Grif: Many angels cluster around here, some of which are less desirable in this environment than others. Sheepy: Lucan: Reaper? Arsé-kun: Kay: *imitating Crow the best he can* I'll take your cattle souls to eden! Arsé-kun: Kay: That lil shit. Sheepy: Lucan: … Ohhhh. Ohhhh…. I thoyght he was iust a cosplayer. Arsé-kun: Kay: Nope, he's legit. Sheepy: Lucan: …… Sheepy: Lucan: I watched him sniffle like he was going to cry when the snack machine ate his change once. Arsé-kun: Lance: I watched him take a soul from someone. I'll trade you. Sheepy: Lucan: Thanks, I hate that! Arsé-kun: Lance: Anytime. I'm allowed to leave apparently. Sheepy: Lucan: Oh... You're so lucky... You're leaving me... Arsé-kun: Lance: You wanna come with? I'm gonna go buy lunch. Sheepy: Lucan: Marin, let's go buy lunch with him! *he... seems surprisingly excited. he wants to go out! he doesn't care for what reason* Arsé-kun: Marin: That sounds like a nice time outside. I'll join you both. Sheepy: Grif: Ahhh...I don't really care about lunch... I'm just annoyed! Where's Uncle? I want to fight him! He was here last night...! Arsé-kun: Kay: We're not fighting the janitor. Sheepy: Grif: I don't want to fight him! Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, the banana theater kid sounding bitch. Sheepy: Grif: Yes, him! Arsé-kun: Kay: You wanna take a lap and look for him? Sheepy: Grif: Yeah! Arsé-kun: Kay: Aight. If we don't find 'im, we'll find somethin else to do. Sheepy: Grif: Fine! Arsé-kun: Kay: Don't make me kick your ass, grumpy. Sheepy: Grif: I'm just mad I couldn't stop him. Awful, awful! That's my job and I can't even do it right! Arsé-kun: Kay: We'll just have to let you beat him twice as much! Sheepy: Grif: Yeah! Arsé-kun: Lance: Kick him in the head for me. If he doesn't have one, take an eye out. Arsé-kun: Lance: Actually, just beat him up. Sheepy: Aru: Who are you beating up? Sheepy: Grif: My uncle. Arsé-kun: Kay: The bright yellow bastard that fucked up Lance. Sheepy: Aru: Ummm... Hmmm... Sheepy: Aru: Teacher said never to use his name. Arsé-kun: Kay: I don't know it, so I don't care. Sheepy: Aru: But make sure never to use it! Sheepy: Aru: Teacher knows a lot! Arsé-kun: Kay: We know that. Sheepy: Aru: So if you knew his name, you'd take Teacher's lesson to heart and not use it, wouldn't you? Arsé-kun: Kay: Pff, no. Sheepy: Aru: Kay! You can't just ignore Teacher's words! He knows a lot! Arsé-kun: Kay: I can ignore whoever I want! Sheepy: Aru: But unlike many people, Teacher knows what he's talking about when he speaks! Sheepy: Aru: Just because you dislike the fact that he left you out doesn't mean you should just ignore him. Arsé-kun: *Kay briefly ignores her. Take that Aru* Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... You complain, but you are in fact the lucky one. You were able to live as a regular peasant and person until recently. It is hard to appreciate, but it isn't a guarantee. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, okay, gramps. Go speak in the lecture hall or something. Sheepy: Aru: Teacher is very important to me... but sometimes I wonder how it feels to have friends your age, and be able to go to a real school. It's not that I feel bad about it, though! Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Anyway, Aru, why don't you go catch up to Lucan? Make sure he doesn't hurt himself somehow. Sheepy: Aru: Ummm... okay, I'll do that. Arsé-kun: Kay: If you give Lance big enough puppy eyes, he might buy you lunch. Sheepy: Aru: I don't beg for things! Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay, fiiine. Make my life harder, would ya? Arsé-kun: *Kay takes out his wallet and hands Aru a twenty. Go buy lunch* Sheepy: Aru: I have money! I don't need yours! Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, then don't ever ask for anything ever again! *he doesn't take it back* Sheepy: Aru: But I didn't ask... Arsé-kun: Kay: Fine! Go buy Arturia a second lunch! Make Artair eat! Hell, if you can get Merlin to eat something that isn't sweets, I'll give you another ten! Sheepy: Aru: Wow. For someone with no money, you have a very giving soul. *This is, surprisingly, completely sincere, and said with awe.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Shut up. I'll punt you like a football if you don't go now. Arsé-kun: *Kay is, of course, kidding* Sheepy: Aru: Okay, okay! I'll go! Let's go find Lance, Arthur! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Well, if we must. Sheepy: *Aru goes hunting for Lance!* Sheepy: Grif:...Now what? Arsé-kun: Kay: We take those laps. If we see the yellow bastard, beat em up. Sheepy: Grif: I see... Okay. Sheepy: Grif: Let's go find Uncle and fight him. Arsé-kun: Kay: Can't wait. Sheepy: *Grif heads out!* Arsé-kun: *Kay follows him. Time to burn several hours and all the leg muscles you have, Kay!* Sheepy: *Destroy your muscles to build them back stronger! Or something.* Arsé-kun: *Negative calories be like.* Sheepy: *Grif doesn't seem to have much to say during the lap, other than the occasional irritable grumbling about his yellow-cloaked uncle.* Arsé-kun: *Kay did not enjoy himself much either.* Arsé-kun: Kay: What a waste of time and energy. What do we do now? Sheepy: Grif: Ahhh... What a pain! What a pain! Sheepy: Grif: We looked everywhere and the one time I want to see him, he's not here! Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay, new idea. I'm gonna be stupid. Arsé-kun: Kay: What if we go off and then call his name a whole shitton of times? Arsé-kun: Kay: Or you can. Sheepy: Grif: Is that safe... is that safe... Sheepy: Grif:... I don't care! I'm going to do it! Arsé-kun: Kay: Damn, alright, big guy! Arsé-kun: Kay: You feel okay? Do I gotta call you Sir Jaufre instead? Sheepy: Grif: ?! ...! That's not my name! It isn't! Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay, good! Arsé-kun: Kay: If it was, I'd be calling you an old coot that needs a life more than speaking through dragons! Sheepy: Grif: No! Don't call me that. I'm just Griflet! Arsé-kun: Kay: And it better stay that way! Sheepy: Grif:???.... Sheepy: Grif: I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about! Arsé-kun: Kay: After Merlin got possessed once by Old Merlin, I don't trust shit! And you're acting weird, so I thought I'd check! Arsé-kun: *bond up?* Sheepy: Grif: What? Past Elyan, I have zero connection to him. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, okay. Let's go train some more, maybe. And then call banana bastard as the boss! Sheepy: Grif: Yes! Sheepy: Grif: Let's go! Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, make sure to text Bedi so he knows where we are! Sheepy: *Grif sends Bedi a text!* Sheepy: Grif: Now we can go! Arsé-kun: *Kay and Grif Go* Arsé-kun: *In the meantime, while Kay and Grif are travelling, Yog is bartering with Bedi and Merlin. For a full translation of the text Grif sent in R'lyehian, Yog wants a single ice cream sandwich. He throws in a piece of cake for Merlin when Bedi hesitates. In the end, the deal goes off flawlessly. Bedi gets annoyed that Kay went offpath with Grif, Yog got ice cream, and Merlin got instant diabetes and is loving it. Everyone wins!* Sheepy: *Except Bedi, of course* Arsé-kun: *Bedi got the info he wanted and now knows where the duo are if something goes wrong.* Sheepy: *Finally, Grif and Kay get to the museum!* Arsé-kun: *Kay sits down right outside the door and takes out his lunch. Break time.* Sheepy: Grif: Hm... Hmmm... Well, he's not immediately visible, so I'll just bring him here. Sheepy: Grif: HAAAAASTUUUUR! STOP HIDING YOU COWARD! Arsé-kun: Hastur: Are you serious? You cannot have the final act play without the first two! *the yellow has arrived.* Sheepy: *Grif starts shouting at Hastur in Rlyehian!* Sheepy: Grif: Mnahn'og haast'r r'luhhor, y'tharanak n'gha l'ult! (Worthless yellow god, i bring death to you!) Arsé-kun: *Kay stares blankly* Arsé-kun: Hastur: Ya? Ult. Sothnyth, n’gha geb! Ia, Ia l'ya! (me? you. servant of space, death (is) here. glory to i!) Sheepy: Grif: You can skip ahead! That's why the ending of the book is there!!! Sheepy: Grif: ... But I guess there's no way to not give access to the end until they've read everything else.. Arsé-kun: Hastur: It is too early for us to fight. You will need to reach me first. I will be waiting for you inside. Sheepy: Grif: Don't make me go through trials! That's useless to me! Sheepy: Grif: I'll just collapse fhe building from the outside and crush you in it if you're going to make this difficult! Sheepy: Grif:...Hm... But what if there's loot inside... Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I bet there's shiny things in a museum... They probably taste good... Crunchy.. Arsé-kun: Hastur: Come find me, Griflet. It'll be worth it. *he turns and walks right past Kay to go inside. Kay sees a little bit of tentacle poking out of the cloak. gross.* Sheepy: Grif: You say that, but it never is. Arsé-kun: *Hastur can be heard laughing from inside. Bastard* Sheepy: Grif:.... Sheepy: Grif: Oh, maybe he'll spawn those minions of his. Sheepy: Grif: I've always wanted to see how one tasted. Arsé-kun: Kay: You shoulda eaten before we came. *he throws Grif a snickers bar. The joke is not said because Grif won't get it.* Sheepy: Grif: You're at higher risk of getting hungry than I am. I'm built to go long times without eating. Arsé-kun: Kay: Fair enough, but shut up! Sheepy: Grif: We need to fight Hastur, but he's inside. Arsé-kun: Kay: So we gotta go dungeon crawling? Gross. Sheepy: Grif: By the way, if you say his name enough, he can hear it every time, so it'll annoy him. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, he's already here, so. What was it? Hast? Sheepy: Grif: Quest accepted: The Tables Have Has-turned.... Ha. Ha. Ha. Sheepy: Grif:....No quest ping yet. Sheepy: Grif: But Hastur is his name. Yes. Sheepy: Grif: Do you know those strange yellow creatures on the Zann building? Sheepy: Grif: He drew them. Arsé-kun: *The quest ping comes up. [What a Has-turd!] Has been accepted.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Hats invented the Minions... Wow.. Arsé-kun: *Kay finished eating. Mp restored. Lets fuckin' go.* Arsé-kun: *Floor 1* Sheepy: Grif: It's dark. Can you see? Arsé-kun: Kay: I already took my eyepatch off. I'm good. Sheepy: Grif: Okay, good. Arsé-kun: *They have already explored some of this floor. Yog helpfully projects a map.* Sheepy: Grif: Let's follow the map. ... Hm, but if we 100% the floor... Loot... Arsé-kun: Kay: We'll see what it's like, I guess. Sheepy: *Grif starts to follow slightly off the path of the map. Gotta find the loot!* Arsé-kun: *Grif finds... Some twinkies, some torn up things from the gift store, and ten dollars. Nice* Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Food. *He seems to be referring to the torn up things from the gift store.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Wow. Sheepy: Grif: Here. *He gives Kay ten dollars!* Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh. Thanks. *obtained ten dollars!* Sheepy: Grif: What more can we find? I want to find something shiny Arsé-kun: Kay: Let's just keep looking. Sheepy: Grif: Right. Sheepy: *Grif keeps hunting for loot! Hello, Grif, remember your quest?* Arsé-kun: *Kay doesn't mind. It makes Grif happy.* Arsé-kun: *They continue searching the floor. They can find where Weiss was living and working..* Sheepy: Grif: What a mess. Arsé-kun: Kay: Smells like ass. Sheepy: Grif: That man we rescued lived here at one time. Arsé-kun: Kay: Looks like it. Sheepy: Grif: I forgot all about him. Arsé-kun: Kay: You reckon we can find something around here? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: *They go looking around. It's 90% art supplies and paintings of various levels of... Done-ness.* Sheepy: Grif: Wow. Arsé-kun: Kay: We could probably sell some of this stuff. And don't eat paint. Sheepy: Grif: Isn't that theft? Arsé-kun: Kay: But looting from a museum isn't? Sheepy: Grif: Okay, let's sell it. Arsé-kun: Kay: My bag ain't fitting this stuff. You take it. Sheepy: *Grif takes it and puts it into his inventory!* Arsé-kun: Yog: *from Paimon* The rest of the floor is empty. Please proceed to the next floor. Sheepy: Grif: Thanks. I'll do that. *He heads to the next floor!* Arsé-kun: *Kay follows him. B1.* Sheepy: Grif: This is completely untreaded, so there might be enemies. Be careful. Arsé-kun: Kay: I'll be behind you. Sheepy: Grif: Yes! I can handle anything! Sheepy: *Grif rushes forward!* Arsé-kun: *The first thing he sees is a single yellow dancer, painting on a wall. Innocent enough.* Sheepy: Grif:...... Sheepy: Grif:....Looks crunchy... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... It looks kinda human. I don't like it. Sheepy: Grif: It's not. Arsé-kun: Kay: Figured. Is it Hats'? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. His minion. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well.. Feel free, I guess. Sheepy: *Grif approaches it!* Arsé-kun: *It ignores him* Sheepy: *Grif reaches out for it* Sheepy: *Grif touches it!* Arsé-kun: *It stops and just kinda just looks at him, before showing him the unfinished Yellow Sign it was painting. No saves needed- it is Unfinished* Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: I can't paint. Sheepy: Grif: You shouldn't paint on the walls. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... What's this? Sheepy: Grif: It's bad. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah? Wanna give more info? Sheepy: Grif: It drives you mad in a self-destructive way. Arsé-kun: Kay: Gross. Sheepy: Grif: I stopped it before it finished. Arsé-kun: *The dancer wanders away... No xp. No loot. No kills.* Sheepy: Grif: Bye-bye. Come back soon. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well. I'm glad that didn't come to blows, I guess. Sheepy: Grif: Ah... I want to fight something! Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, Hats is at the bottom I think. Sheepy: Grif: Let's get going then! I want to fight him! Sheepy: Grif: *He rushes ahead!* Arsé-kun: *Kay just walks after him. No point rushing.* Sheepy: Grif: I'm going to fight him! Ah, I feel so irritated that he's making me go through a dungeon! What a coward! Arsé-kun: Kay: At least we got money out of it. Sheepy: Grif: Ten dollars, which pays for half of what you gave Aru! Arsé-kun: Kay: Debt almost paid! Sheepy: Grif: Let's take the rest from Uncle! Arsé-kun: Kay: I agree! Sheepy: *Grif rushes ahead!* Arsé-kun: *And Kay continues following at a leisurely pace. No need to rush.* Arsé-kun: *Grif finds another dancer! This one seems to be guarding the hallway.* Sheepy: Grif:...! An enemy approaches. Sheepy: Grif: I'm the enemy, and I'm gonna tear you to shreds! Arsé-kun: *TLDR Grif kicks its ass.* Arsé-kun: *It dropped it's own corpse does that count* Sheepy: *Grif obtained dancer corpse. It was placed in his inventory.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Fuckin' nasty. Sheepy: Grif: I'm going to sell it to Herb. Sheepy: Grif: That's how we'll make back the money you gave to Aru. Sheepy: Grif: This should at least fetch $10. Arsé-kun: Kay: That should make more than enough. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... maybe it'll even be $11... Sheepy: Grif: Let's collect things to sell as we go. Arsé-kun: Kay: We weren't already? Sheepy: Grif: More things! Sheepy: Grif: Shiny things. Tasty things! Sheepy: Grif: Uncle's head. Yes! Sheepy: Grif: That's what knights do. Decapitate their enemies! Sheepy: Grif: I'll be a strong knight! They have a lot of loot, too. Arsé-kun: Kay: I can't say you aren't strong, but.. Arsé-kun: Kay: .. We'll get there when we get there! Sheepy: Grif: Very soon, I'm sure! Arsé-kun: *Lets skip ahead! The next three floors are more or less the same, but more combat. It isn't all that exciting in comparison.* Sheepy: Grif: Ah... We're here! This is clearly a boss room! Hastur! I'm going to TEAR YOU TO SHREDS! Arsé-kun: *B6. There are lights on in this floor, leading from the stairs to down the hall, like a row of spotlights. There's one closed door at the end. Hastur laughing can be heard.* Sheepy: Grif: *He rushes towards the door and pulls it open!* Sheepy: *Grif has obtained Door Shield.* Arsé-kun: *Hastur is clearly sitting in the middle of the room, back to the door, reading. He isn't even bothering to look at Grif* Sheepy: Grif:..... Arsé-kun: Hastur: You made it. How unsurprising. I kept it simple for you so that act three would be a given. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: Now I just feel bad... Sheepy: Grif: Hastur, Hastur. Arsé-kun: Hastur: I can say names too, Griflet. Sheepy: Grif: Do you have anything to eat? Before I crush you? Arsé-kun: Hastur: Why would I buff you before our combat? Don't be absurd. Sheepy: Grif: Because I didn't eat today. I'm hungry. It's what Uncles do. Arsé-kun: Kay: you didn't eat my cooking and now you goddamn suffer. Sheepy: Grif: Uncle would give me food before combat. Arsé-kun: Hastur: I am not Nyarla. You get no such kindness from me. Sheepy: Grif: You're the nicer uncle. Sheepy: Grif: The last time I ate his food, I threw up a few times. I wonder why... Arsé-kun: Hastur: .... .... You wouldn't make a good child's story protagonist, even. Human children are smarter than you. Sheepy: Grif: I'm modeled after a jRPG protagonist, not a child's story protagonist. Arsé-kun: Hastur: You don't even know. Incredible. This is so pathetic. 0/5, no stars. Sheepy: Grif: ....! Arsé-kun: Hastur: What use is having an information database when it doesn't even give you full answers by the end of the film? Sheepy: Grif: Don't compare me to someone who isn't me! *That riled him up!* I don't know who that man is! I don't care what Dad says! It's all lies! Arsé-kun: Hastur: If only you weren't blind. The big reveal might have to wait a few more episodes. Sheepy: Grif: I don't understand what you're saying! Arsé-kun: Hastur: I will explain only once what I know, and then we'll begin combat. Sheepy: Grif: Ahh...I have to work really hard to take it all in... Sheepy: Grif: Brain's all fuzzy, but I have to do my best. Arsé-kun: Hastur: You are connected to your base on a minimal level. Your father decided he wanted to plagiarize another living being. They are not you. You are not them. If you were, we would not be here now. Sheepy: Grif:?..... Arsé-kun: Hastur: Because he would have already attacked me mid-speech. How rude he was. Sheepy: Grif: I can't attack until you're done talking because of the dialogue box. Arsé-kun: Kay: WHAT FUCKING DIALOGUE BOX Arsé-kun: *There is a dialogue box! It keeps flickering in and out of existing in little fits of glitchy bits. Yog is not doing this.* Sheepy: Grif: Can't minimize it... Arsé-kun: Hastur: Disregard it. *he tosses his book aside, and looks over his shoulder at Grif* You may take the initiative. Sheepy: Grif: Dialogue box, dialogue box... It's making me mad! It's in the way! You're in the way! *He unsheathes his sword* Get out of my way! I'm going to mute you! Sheepy: *Grif lunges at Hastur!* Arsé-kun: *Hastur smacks at Grif with a strip of fabric! If that's what that is.* Sheepy: Grif: *He doesn't care! He jabs at Hastur with his sword* Arsé-kun: *Hastur doesn't seem to mind it much.* Sheepy: Grif: Ahhh! You bosses are so annoying! You don't react at all when I hit you! Just fake it like Nyarlathotep! Sheepy: Grif: *He jabs more at Hastur* Arsé-kun: *Hastur winces slightly. This one connected to something* Sheepy: Grif: Yes, yes, like that...! Arsé-kun: Hastur: You hit me that time. You aren't as bad as Nyarla likes to say you are. Sheepy: Grif: Don't underestimate me! Don't!!! Arsé-kun: *Despite all this, Hastur still hasn't bothered to stand up. He is CLEARLY underestimating Grif* Sheepy: *Grif's attacks are starting to get more frantic and aggressive! They aren't calculated at all!* Arsé-kun: *Miss! Miss! Critical miss! Critical hit! Miss! Hastur considers picking his book back up.* Sheepy: Grif: FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK! STOP ACTING LIKE I'M NOT HERE! Arsé-kun: Hastur: Let me help you, hero. *he finally does get up, and opens his cloak for Grif. Inside is [REDACTED].* Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1 Arsé-kun: *From the backline, Kay screams upon seeing [REDACTED]. Kay was hit with confusion! Kay was infuriated! Kay was stunned! Kay is unconscious! Kay is poisoned!* Sheepy: Grif: Don't talk down to me! DON'T! I hate you, hate you! *He's... still missing, a lot! His accuracy is slightly better now, but he doesn't seem to really see Hastur!* Arsé-kun: Hastur: Aww, the poor baby has character flaws. Honestly, even Nyar is a better fighter than this. Sheepy: Grif: Ghhhkk...! Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20 Arsé-kun: *Kay has recovered but missed his turn!* Arsé-kun: Hastur: This isn't my opinion, but I've heard some suggest you quit your job. Why railroad yourself into such a monotonous story when you could just kill or die? Sheepy: Grif: ....! Arsé-kun: Hastur: I quite like watching your drama unfold, but there is none here..! Sheepy: Grif:.....I'm so weak...! So weak...! Arsé-kun: Hastur: I'm not quite sure why you were allowed here. I'm far beyond your level. Arsé-kun: *Hastur whips out a tentacle and slams Grif with it! Grif craters into a wall!* Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif..! Sheepy: Grif: *He lets out a loud cry before slumping to the ground! You've been hit by worse, Grif, get back up!* Arsé-kun: Hastur: ... Hm. Perhaps that was too much for act two. How tragic. Sheepy: Grif: Why was I allowed...? Arsé-kun: Yog: .... *he sounds... uncertain* ... It was upon your request that you initiate combat with Hastur, but I am still unsure of the ending of this situation. Something is present. Sheepy: Grif: Unsure...! Unsure...! You're "unsure"?! Ahahahaha! You knew better than anyone! *The uncharacteristic grin on his face makes his his sharp teeth look so much sharper!* You keep lying to me! Arsé-kun: Yog: ...! Arsé-kun: Yog: I most certainly do not know how this will end nor what will transpire! That is why I have not given any advice- I don't know! Sheepy: Grif: All of you are liars! Every one of you! *He gets up, not caring about the pain he just experienced* I'm going to make you REGRET IT! Arsé-kun: Kay: Come get him, Grif!! *he's approached during all the commotion and slams Hastur with the golf club! .... He... Only managed to dent the golf club. Hastur looks at him. uh oh.* Sheepy: *Grif yeets his Yog orb at Hastur as hard as he can!* Arsé-kun: *This most definitely connects, and was easily the most damage dealt today! It knocked Hastur over immediately, and Paimon was further cracked on impact!* Sheepy: *Grif doesn't seem to notice nor care!* Arsé-kun: *Kay moves aside! Take another turn, Grif!* Sheepy: *Grif lunges at Hastur, resembling a wild animal more than a human!* Arsé-kun: *Hastur can't dodge this due to being prone!* Sheepy: *Grif claws mercilessly at Hastur! No sword needed anymore!* Arsé-kun: *Hastur [REDACTED] before letting out a short scream and vanishing, leaving his tattered cloak on the ground and nothing else.* Sheepy: Grif:....... Arsé-kun: Kay: Good work, Grif!! *he starts approaching* You showed him what for! Arsé-kun: *11:54 pm.* Sheepy: Grif: *He slowly starts to stand from his spot* ...You're always in the way...! In the way! In the way!!! Get OUT OF MY WAY! *He turns to Kay and lunges at him with his claws, missing! His eyes seem empty of everything but pure hatred.** Arsé-kun: *Kay yelps and throws himself out of the way!* Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif! Grif, it's me! Sheepy: Grif: Hate you...! Hate you...! Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif?! W-wait, we can talk this out, right?? Sheepy: Grif: *He approaches Kay! He looks like he's readying for another attack! Poor Paimon is left on the ground, forgotten about.* Arsé-kun: *Yog is silent. The UI has shut down.* Arsé-kun: *Kay slowly starts backing away, brandishing his golf club like a real weapon. He's scared, but not so scared that he faints.* Sheepy: Grif: *He lets out a roar and lunges at Kay! He clearly doesn't recognize Kay at all!* Arsé-kun: *Kay tries to bat him away with the golf club! This obviously fails, and he ends up flat on his back with Grif over him* Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... ........ So this is how it is, huh, bud? Sheepy: Grif: .....*He readies his hand...!* Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Do it. *He tries to smile at Grif, but he's so afraid that tears have started rolling down his face. He can't help it.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Get it over with. I'd rather you over anyone else. Sheepy: Grif:.....! *He goes to attack, and...! Shoves his hand through his own chest? You missed, Grif!* Arsé-kun: *Kay is splattered with Grif's blood, but he doesn't move! He's staring...* Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Ya can't even do that? I'm already too scared to do it myself..! Don't just leave me hanging here..!! Sheepy: Grif: Ghhhhk...! *He grimaces and whimpers. Some humanity has returned to his eyes - enough, at least, to give Kay a soft expression...* Kay... Kay, I-I'm sorry...! Arsé-kun: *Kay's silent, but sitting up and reaching for Grif's hands. Blood be damned.* Sheepy: Grif: Kay..... It hurts, it really hurts...! Arsé-kun: Kay: .... ....... Sheepy: *Grif looks terrified! That's a new expression for him!* Arsé-kun: *Kay has no words, but he's still equally as scared as he was before. Maybe even moreso. He speaks instead by trying to pull Grif close. Blood. Be. Damned.* Sheepy: Grif: *He's bleeding pretty heavily and struggling to breathe.* Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Here. *he takes out a Chaos Cookie!* I don't know what this does, but it's better than doing nothing.. Sheepy: Grif: Khhh...? Arsé-kun: *Kay uses an item! It.... Doesn't seem to do anything..* Sheepy: Grif: *His breathing is just getting worse, and the chaos cookie didn't help! But Grif... kinda seems appreciative? As appreciative as a dying man with a hole in his chest can be.* Arsé-kun: *B... Bond up? Bond down? Boℬøη∂ ü℘‼ ℬøη∂ ḓ◎ẘᾔ‼ ℬøηüρ‼ ℬᾔ∂ ωα¥dẘηℬ̵̴ᾔß◎ᾔ̛ß̡◎̷̨͡η̸̶ß̶◎͘η̶♭̶̨◎̶͝ᾔ̧҉ß◎̴͘͢η͜͢ß͜͜◎̶̧ὴ♭͏́͡͏͏η̢̕͝ß̶◎̶͜ηßǿ̧η̴̨͠ʊ̕͝ρ͟♭͟◎̡́ᾔ҉̶͝ḓ̡͠͡♭̡͏◎∂҉ℙ̛͞я̷̴̀ε﹩̢͟ṧ̸̨ε̡͢͝ηт̕℮҉ґ̶͜͡тøṧ͜͞⊥̸̢@͘я́т̡** Sheepy: Grif: *he whimpers, and mumbles a few desperate "stop"s...* Arsé-kun: *Kay is still silent, putting his head on Grif's shoulder and not much else. He hasn't let go of Grif's hands.* Sheepy: *Grif has stopped breathing.* Arsé-kun: *Kay has stopped moving. Mostly.*

#c.au #8

[sissy-richie]

My Sister Is Home

  Yesterday afternoon uncle Martin and    Aunt Wendy took us to eppley airfield to pick up my sister and her wife.

   Aunt Wendy had me straped in my wheel chair really tight, so when I  seen my sister I couldnt run and give her big huggies and kissies.

   I still got to give her lots of huggies and kissies when she came to me after they got their bags.

   My sister took me to the special bathroom when she told me her girl needed a change.

   While we were in there my sister gave me raspberrys, and changed me while she was changing me sis asked me how thing went with Aunt Wendy and uncle Martin

   I just bowed my head and said okay.

   Apparently my sister didn't like what I said, because she told me that we would talk after she got her baby home.

   Sis blew raspberries on my belly making me laugh again, I didnt want to be in trouble again so I didn't tell her what Aunt Wendy did the other day showing me pictures and saying the things she did.

   After my sisters changed me we went to where the others were and my sisters wife wife asked if I was a really good girl while they were gone and I told her I was, but I  seen my sister give her wife a stern look that usaly means I'm in trouble.

   It was a really long trip to get there, and it seamed even longer going home.

   I sleep most the way both ways except when Aunt Wendy checked me and gave me a baba or going home my sister checked me or put my binky in my mouth.

   I kept falling asleep while my sister played with my hair, I like it when she does that.

   On the way home before I fell asleep I told my sister everything I got for Christmas and told them both that I don't want them to ever leave again and that I missed them so much.

   They told me they missed me too.

   I couldn't stop crying because I was so happy they were home.

   It was past my beddy time when we got home, because my sister had to stop at the hospital where she works for something, and sis told me I had to wait.

   That there is a sickness going around she doesn't want me to get, because she said its not good for me. So I stayed in the van with everyone else.

   When we got home my sister told me to kiss Aunt Wendy and uncle Martin byby and go to my nursery that she'd be in there in a few so so she could get me off to sleep.

   When sis came in she asked me if her baby girl missed her, and if I was ready for dream land.

   I couldnt stop nodding and giggling.

   After my sister got me changed and dressed and in my crib she started asking me about uncle Martin and Aunt Wendy.

   I didn't want to tell her but she told me that I'd be in more trouble if she had to find it out from uncle Martin or aunt Wendy.

    I was crying so hard because I didn't want to be in trouble because of what Aunt Wendy was saying or showing me the other evening.

    I don't understand but my sister started kissing me all over and telling me that it would be fine.

   After she handed me my baba and wiped my eyes she told me to drink my baba like a good girl and told me she'd be right back to read me a bedtime story.

   I still don't understand because when she walked out of my nursery she changed to mad telling her wife that they needed to talk.

   While I was sucking on my baba I was trying to think what I said that that made my sister mad at her wife and that I'd be in real trouble now, and I started crying again.

   When my sister came back she changed the way she was and asked me why I was crying again and I didn't need to.

   After she wiped my eyes again she tucked my bankie really tight around me and started readding me a story.

   I don't remember falling asleep.

   I woke up before anyone else this morning, so I stayed in my crib and played with my bobo trying not to wake anyone up because I didn't want to be in anymore trouble than I already was.

   It wasn't very long and my sisters wife came into my nursery asking me how her special baby slept.

   I was thinking that because my sister's wife came in and not my sister that I was going to be punished.

   I was really scared and started crying again because I didn't want a spanking.

   But she was really nice to me asking me what was wrong with her baby girl, and wasn't I glad she wash here.

   I started hugging her as she got me out of my crib.

   She changed me and got me dressed telling me I had to be really quiet because my sister was still sleeping.

   Then she told me that she's going to get my sled out because were going to be getting a lot of snow.

   Oh goodie were expecting a lot of snow.

   After she got me feed she told me to play quietly in my playpen till my sister got up.

    I don't know or understand what's going on with their niceness and them being so mad.

    But I'm going to try really really hard to be good.

   I wish some one would explain what's going on.