Cub found himself back at the Evermoore. He wasn’t sure why, really. Something about the swamp felt like home. He stood on the outskirts of the town, looking into the fog. It was as dense as his memories.
What had he done these past few days? He didn’t really know. Couldn’t really remember. The Vex had conditioned him into not caring about that because that was what happened after they possessed him. So he never worried.
He did remember one thing though: Scar’s face. Both horrified and scared, eyes pleading to understand what had happened to him. But they hadn’t really spoken about it and Cub had dismissed his concerns and… well, that was all he remembered.
It hurt, if he was honest. He didn’t have the Vex anymore, and he didn’t have Scar. Apparently he’d been banned from Hermittopia for reasons unknown so he’d come here, seeking … something.
He walked a little into the fog. Perhaps losing himself in the fog was the way to go. Shelby had said that no one escapes the fog and somehow, he had. It felt like he’d cheated death.
The mud didn’t seem to want him to pass, though. His legs sunk in deeply, holding him in place. The fog rolled in and out as the day progressed, as Cub stood there, wondering how to free himself.
Shadows appeared as night fell and the fog thickened. Some were certainly hostile mobs spawning in the thick mangrove. He wasn’t afraid of that, though. He had his axe and his sword. He’d be fine.
No, it was the whispers he could hear now that worried him because they sounded like Scar. The way he would make his voice echo and vibrate softly through the air to startle people. Was he here? Had Scar found him?
Cub reached for a nearby tree and attempted to once again haul himself out of the mud. It kind of worked in that his legs were no longer stuck, but the ground was not at all stable and his feet still sunk in.
He climbed up onto the mangrove roots to get a better look. Scar’s voice was still calling out there, but why? He could see nothing but fog and shadow and…
“Scar?”
Cub barely dared to speak as he saw a familiar silhouette through the fog.
“No, it can’t be. He wouldn’t come here, not even for me.”
Cub climbed a little lower, though, just in case. The fog was thicker here and Scar’s figure seemed less visible.
“Scar? Are you okay? Are you lost?”
No reply. It must be a trick. Right? But Scar would be dumb enough to go into the fog to find him if he thought he was in trouble. Cub climbed down back to the mud, cautiously walking towards the figure.
It was impossible to tell how close he was. The fog obscured everything. Cub held out a lantern to help light the way, reaching out for him.
“Scar? It’s me, Cub. Just stay still. I’ll come find you.”
Again, no response. This was bad. Maybe the skulk had got him too. In which case, all hope was lost.
Indeed, Cub felt he’d been walking for hours and Scar seemed forever out of reach. Cub stopped as he reached another tree, his heart weary. He was deep into the fog now too. Alone and with no one who might care enough to find him.
The silence from the Vex hurt the most now. His head was so quiet and his magic seemed unreachable. And with Scar also keeping his distance, well…
Cub sunk to his knees. He rarely let himself cry but everything was just Too Much right now. He was alone and afraid, cut off from everything he cared about. And for what? What had he gained from any of this?
He startled as a hand fell in his shoulder. “Scar?”
Cub turned to see who had found him. It wasn’t Scar. A skulk eaten away from years of decomposition looked down at him from atop an equally skeletal body. It’s eyes glowed that same skulk green that Cub’s had.
…ssstoolate…
The skeleton’s voice hissed and Cub found himself paralysed as those eyes bored into him. He didn’t even scream as the skeleton brought a sword down into his shoulder. He simply accepted his fate as the mud claimed another life, giving his possessions to the fog forever as he respawned back at spawn, empty handed and alone.
He should go home, he thought, as he started walking. But, where exactly was home anymore? He didn’t know. The skulk whispering to him soothed his anxieties away as he kept walking, heading towards the closest settlement, inventory filled with nothing but soul fire and skulk. The mission continues, as it must.
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catching Ziyi with Rokumonsen brainrot so here is my proposal for the family dynamics of the RLF
(what’s with Rokumonsen having ALL-MIND parts but it’s never explained? Is he also ALL-MIND spy? Did O’Keeffe quit working for AM partly because he discovered she was also spying on the RLF even though one condition for him to work for her is she leaving them tf alone? Flatwell’s AC is Japanese for “wings” so does he and Rokumonsen bond over being a weeb together ? Is Flatwell doomed to be involved with AM’s spies? (Sulla pre-heating the oven outside: hey-)
Do Ziyi and Rusty even know each other exist? I feel like they don’t. Flatwell adopted her after Rusty had left to start his infiltration to the Vespers and Flatwell never told either of them, to avoid… complications. Ziyi only knew the “Rusty” boy disappeared. basically Rusty went to live with dad for years, come back and found out he now has a little sister and another guy she insists is dad. But there’s simply no way he’s accepting that. 621 is inching out the door as we speak cuz what the hell is with your family Rusty-)
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OH MY GOD I can't believe I've never posted this before but last (school) year around when the moon knight show was being released I'm just walking into one of my classes, I sit down and get my stuff out, and then I suddenly notice this written on the wall:
And I know that's not very easy to read bc my camera is awful but I didn't wanna walk up to it in front of my entire class to get a closer picture so I've created the following helpful aid
So yeah, you can imagine my absolute bewilderment at seeing the words "Egyptian Gods Walk Among Us" scrawled on the wall in barely legible text in my very real life day at real life school that should not overlap with that one show I was watching and girlblogging about on tumblr
To whoever did this, first of all why and second of all what did you think of the moon knight finale
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The ground beneath the rosebush is tinted slightly red, wet with both rain and blood. Gordon feels his stomach do a flip. He moves around the rosebush frantically. It’s… the king. The crowned king. The ruler of the nation. He’s in his nightgown, soaked with rain and yet covered in eager flies. If his stature and facial hair weren’t quite so unmistakable, Gordon might not even recognize him. His face and the crown of his head have been completely destroyed with some kind of blunt instrument. His hair and beard are matted with wet, sticky redness. The sight makes his stomach churn harder, his head swim and swirl for a moment.
But… this isn’t real. He knows it isn’t real. Granted, he’s never… seen this one before, but… He’s hallucinated similarly disturbing scenes before. He’s half expecting a purple snake to slither from the gaping wound in the king’s face, mocking him. He blinks. The body is still there. The buzzing grows louder.
Gordon glances over his shoulder, checking if he’s being watched. There’s no one behind him, no one within sight. He carefully crouches next to the body, resting his hand on it…
It’s real. And cold. A fly lands on the back of his hand, its tiny legs tickling his skin. This is a real corpse. A real dead body, bleeding in his garden.
Gordon drops his clippers, running back towards the front of the palace. By the time he finds a guard, he’s heaving for breath. He looks up at the woman with a frenzied expression, opening his mouth to speak.
“You found him?” She asks before he can get a word out.
Gordon nods, still trying to catch his breath. The king is dead.
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