Prompt 106
Dan absolutely despised his parole at first, but honestly this is a blast. Sure, he’s stuck in the form of a cat, a kitten even, but he’d found an absolutely wonderful companion. Partner. Ally? Baby Chaos Lord? He’d work on it.
Klarion is just happy to have found such a great familiar, he even named them Teekl II, which is a great name thank you very much hero-babies! So now he has two Teekl familiars, and Teekl II always gets so gleeful whenever they successfully pull a prank! He even has his own fire magic which is so fun!
Danny is not happy to get thrown into another world, stuck as a kitten. He’s also not pleased to have found a sick baby liminal, but fine. If this is what he’s supposed to deal with then he’ll deal with it! Even if he has to be a familiar for a teeny tiny bit of time. It’s fine, and the dude has a pocket he can peek out of on his coat.
Jason has no idea where this kitten came from but the Pit is being surprisingly chill about it. Something about a baby? Whatever, he’s made the furball a little matching outfit and they like to sit in his pockets and peer out. No idea how Cat Hood is making the shadows all spooky now or why the eyes went from blue to green, but whatever.
Ellie is utterly delighted in this situation. She was just wandering, but now she’s a lil fluffy kitten, and ended up landing on this kid’s head. This magic kid’s head! He even has a talking tiger friend too! So cool! She’s definitely sticking with him! This will be so fun!
Billy was worried about making sure the kitten got food, she’s so tiny! Mr Tawny is a big help though, and apparently she’s his familiar now that he’s given her a mortal name? He doesn’t fully understand but apparently she’s connected to his magic now, if the shouts from the gods are anything to go by. Look, an electric cat is cool. Pakhet is amazing, and Fawcet thinks it’s adorable that Marvel has a kitten clinging to his shoulder
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i am out for blood, in fact
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Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing.
Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing.
Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing.
Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing.
Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing.
Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing.
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My beefy tief storm herald barbarian got challenged to a duel by another player, a gnome bladesinger wiz/fighter combo, and my boy absolutely WRECKED... Lil guy rocks up like "let's FIGHT" and my mans says "I mean... If you're sure??? I'm not gonna like... hold back... But...let's fucking go!" and did 36 damage in a turn and then a similar amount next turn... Yo rlly said "if you insist!"
he's so himbo I love him he accidentally stole a magic sword and absorbed it into his thigh and now it makes him really powerful but he then immediately passes out... and yet he's attracted a super powerful eladrin (another player character) and we're doing this slow flirt thing that's SO much fun... god I love dungeons and dragons and cool folks who aren't afraid to have fun with it
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yeah but hear me out, Lightning and Zero COULD swap places if i wanted them to
Both of them end up with a young protegé (Hope : Light; Mikhail : Zero) they become a mother-mentor figure to that they ultimately have to part ways with (with the caveat that Lightning and her group eventually find each other again)
In terms of personality, I would consider how Lightning would’ve turned out if she remained the same bitter and angry person that she was at the start of XIII, meanwhile if Zero had found support in unlikely friends and found family and was actually able to EXPLORE that and benefit that, I imagine she would’ve ended up much like XIII Lightning (actually somewhat happy)
Both of them are burdened by a curse (l’Cie Mark and the Flower) that dictates the length of time they have left in the world and with their own humanity and sense of self
Both of them have experienced the effects of time travel and anomalies (Branch Divergence for Zero; the Historia Crux and all of Lightning Returns for Lightning)
Both of them have been sealed away in some form or capacity; neither are/were permanently sealed. (Lightning turning to Crystal in XIII, sealing herself away in XIII-2; Zero’s Flower form being sealed by Mikhail)
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