#gosh i need a funky name for this au

[golswia]

THE wall slam scene with my reverse gremlins 🧡

#DEMON SLAMMED #WELL SLAMMED #and not impressed #not impressed by your spouse manhandling you in every universe #kelev standing on his lil tippy toes to be more husband-threatening #good omens #good omens fanart #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #reverse omens #good omens reverse au #golswia reverse au #gosh i need a funky name for this au #golswia art #golswia #BadProphecies

[iced-souls]

Got thinking about gaster more when I thought of what i goopster has teeth.

Like this:

And through that I started thinking about my hc of him, where I’ve talked a long while ago about the whole “dt blood” thingy and him going insane and such which lead to his goopy goopster form—

BUT I DONT THINK I TALKED MUCH ABOUT WHAT I THINK HE WAS LIKE BEFORE—

Which is a total goofy ball of madness

A scrunkly lil gremlin

A chilly’ s lovin lil guy

So he was a very intelligent, very funky, very goofy, kinda wise, very old man.

I imagine he probably found ways to improve the underground from doing dumb experiments. Most of the time with papyrus-

And through that probably the mechanics of steam vents arised….. arised like steam—

Extremely dangerous so pretty much the only guy double checking with them to make sure they didn’t die was the man the myth the legend sans

As for his magic, I imagine it’s pretty much the same as sans and papyrus, but he also likes to do hand to hand combat, in memory of the old days-

This kinda gave me my reasoning for making him a funky lil dood, simply because I find it easier to imagine more fun, “upright”, skedadly doodly characters fighting like that rather than “serious villain” type. BUT ANYWAYS.

That’s all I got for now. Very random. Very fast. Possibly boring-

Makes me think about ma void gang au and his blastagons. Honestly I always nearly forget it’s a blastagon au cause I never talk about the blastagons. Gosh I need to talk about them. 2 of the guys actually have names, and I never have names—

Anyways, cha cha

#have a good day #my drawings #gaster #papyrus #void gang #ma theory #theory/idea #theory? #literally most of my ideas have come from unexpected guests— #welp-

[biqherosix]

ghost protocol - part two

angst, fluff, spy au

(julie and the phantoms — romantic! luke patterson x fem! reader)

the first day of school for the petal pushers isn't exactly ideal when their hitman runs into new people and a familiar face, leaving secrets to be kept

cw / none

a/n — off topic but luke patterson, this is a humble invitation for joint custody of our rings. we are definitely not the same ring size, but please accept so we can be funky statement ring bisexuals together !! but ah other than that enjoy !! don’t be afraid to interact and tell me what you think, ask questions, simp, whatever !! your thoughts matter to me and i utterly adore each and every one of you but yes please interact bc i am flopping and am in need of a gp breakdown with y'all !!!

that morning, all throughout los feliz high school was an ongoing conversation of the four new students simultaneously walking in. the whispers and remarks only seemed to grow louder the more you walked around. but you paid no mind, skimming through the campus map with hopes of finding your lockers before the bell. as your friends halting in their tracks went unnoticed by you, you walked on.

catching a “new girl number three at three o’clock.” from an eerily familiar voice, shivers ran up your spine. shaking away the thought, your perception was at an all time low. colliding into someone else, you took a small, sharp blow to the stomach. with a groan, whatever they had been holding now fell to the floor with several clicks.

“oh my gosh. are you okay? um, i’m really sorry-” they rambled. waving his apology away, you stuffed your map into your back pocket.

“don’t worry, that was on me. i got it.” you smiled, kneeling down to pick up what he stabbed you with. noticing they were drumsticks, you picked one up. mirroring your stance, he grabbed the other one with a shy smile. while doing so, you took notice of the unique combination of shoes he wore; colors and textures clashing with textured socks in a way only he could make work. you could've sworn you'd seen those pair of shoes before, but you assumed they were in the window of a store you had walked by once.

“nice shoes by the way.” you nodded towards them, standing back up to complete his pair. his cheeks shone with a faded pink, twirling the drumsticks once again.

“oh uh, thank you.” you fiddled with your fingers, about to speak up when carrie’s voice boomed from across the hall.

“y/n! i found our lockers, come on!” gesturing for you to come over, you nodded quickly.

“and that’s my cue. uh, it was nice meeting you…” you trailed off.

“alex. mercer. my friends are uh over there so, yeah. we’re seniors, but we got transferred here a few months ago.” he explained, pointing over your shoulder before holding his hand out for you. from behind you, two boys had been watching your interaction with alex with a smile. from afar, it was apparent there was one more friend by the way the one had attempted to grab his attention. alas, you couldn’t make him out when his body had been covered by the door of the locker.

“cool, i’m y/n l/n. the one yelling my name; that’s carrie wilson, we’re both seniors. so, it looks like i’ll be seeing you and your little quartet quite often. i'm on my way carrie! bye alex, nice meeting you.” shaking it firmly, you gave him a final smile. gently pushing past him, you made your way towards the light brunette.

“girl, you’re living that wattpad life, and you just walked in! how is someone flirting with you already? just make sure carrie does a background check before you go on a date with him; you know, the usual and all. but i give it two weeks before he asks.” julie gaped.

“guys, he wasn’t flirting! if anything, it was a rather warm welcome.” you protested with a laugh, playfully shoving the younger girl’s shoulder.

“well, if he wasn’t flirting then, this guy might be flirting now. eye candy and his friends at twelve o’clock are heading our way. and quickly!” flynn’s eyes widened, looking straight ahead.

“stop staring!” julie hissed, swatting her shoulder.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it!” you shook your head. covering the girl’s eyes prompted a laugh out of julie, but you were pulled out of your playful banter when that familiar voice creeped up on you again.

“hey. carrie, right?” his soft tone rippled through your ears. inhaling sharply, you let your hand fall from flynn’s face. slowly looking for the source of the voice, your heart beat erratically. and suddenly it felt as though everything stopped.

a swirl of grey and green eyes that were once glinting with concern, now shone as bright as ever. a silent song of anger filled your body at the thought of him so close to your loved ones.

“it all depends. who’s asking?” carrie asked.

“i’m luke patterson. and well, these are my friends.” he pointed out, leaning onto the wall of lockers.

“i'm bobby, ‘sup?” he winked, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder with a smile.

“reggie peters, nice to meet ya.” he saluted, popping the collar of his leather jacket.

“alex, we already met.” he shoved his hands in his pockets, drumsticks now tucked into his backpack. they all seemed harmless, but their affiliation with him only heightened your senses.

“anyway, since we were kinda the new kids a few months ago…would you be interested in exploring the area? and maybe getting a late lunch afterwards?” luke asked carrie with a soft smile, rubbing the back of his neck. carrie flushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. as she stammered, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“actually, we’ve got plans. right, babe?” you pouted, momentarily glancing at carrie. wrapping an arm around her shoulders, you diverted your gaze with a small smile. instead, you focused on the boy in front of you with a message in your eyes you hoped he’d catch on to. flitting his gaze at your tone, he caught your eyes. with his own eyes dimming, luke’s once wide smile slightly faltered. running a hand through his hair, he prayed no one noticed the change in his personal atmosphere.

“mhm, that’s right! i’m sorry. but if you’re looking for a date, i’m not interested.” she declined, pursing her lips. looking at you. it was now luke's turn to flush, sputtering incoherently.

“oh- well it…well it wasn’t like that.”

“sure it wasn’t.” you retorted.

“no, really! i swear! i’m sorry it’s just-”

“what luke means to say is that we understand the feeling of being new and not having anyone but each other when we all transferred. the offer to hang with us during lunch is always open, we usually sit it out in ms. harrison’s music room.” alex cut him off, glancing at his boys.

“we’ll think about it, thanks alex. and luke?” you nodded.

“what's up?” he looked over at you again.

“move over, you’re leaning on my locker.” you deadpanned.

“right. sorry.” he coughed, taking a step back and waving to your locker. the rest of the girls analyzed your exchange, noticing the way luke couldn't stop fidgeting. flynn was about to point out your numerous glances towards the boy when she was interrupted by the blaring of the bell and its following morning rush.

“saved by the bell! if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be going now.” you exclaimed, shoving your physiology textbook into your locker. slamming the door shut elicited a yelp from alex and reggie, to which you furrowed your eyebrows in apologies. grabbing carrie's hand, you sent one sickly sweet, lethal smile luke's way before entering the halls.

“wait, y/n! your first period is this way!” julie yelled, pointing to the hall opposite of you. wincing, you walked back to see the boys frozen to their spots.

“right. love you, bye!” you whispered, giving their shoulders a squeeze. as you and carrie walked away, the two girls watched you grow smaller with distance. when you were out of sight, they whipped their heads around with apologetic sighs.

“we are so sorry about y/n! this transfer has just been really hard on her, and i guess you flirting with her girlfriend didn’t exactly…ease the situation.” julie explained, awkwardly chuckling. gripping tightly onto her backpack straps, her silence and wide eyes caused flynn to step in.

“yeah! we swear, she’s not usually like that. lesson one, just don’t flirt with carrie. but uh, we better get to class. don’t wanna be late, you know?” flynn finished, using her actor skills with ease. the boys nodded in understanding.

“yeah, of course. you guys need any help getting around?” reggie asked with a soft smile.

“nah, we got it. thanks though!” julie smiled.

“i’m flynn, if anyone asks by the way. and this is julie, we're juniors-”

“let’s go! we’re gonna be late for english!” julie sang, pulling an infatuated flynn away from the four seniors. chuckling, as soon as the coast was clear, they began making their way towards their own classes.

“dude, that was awful! what happened to the stud we all know? because that was so not like you.” bobby exclaimed, punching luke’s shoulder.

“yeah! you were all stuttery and red! and y/n ripped you to shreds! man, i wish i caught that on tape- sorry dude.” reggie apologized as the actor sent a glare his way.

“i mean, you guys have to understand that luke flirted with carrie in front of her girlfriend. we knew that this mission proved to be harder than we thought. but our only way in just got shut down. it’s officially at a whole other level.” alex explained, taking note of his friend’s unusual silence.

“but girls are just like that; it’s a possibility they’re not actually dating. you know how it is in the world, girls just gotta look out for each other. we should find out though, to be sure.” bobby shrugged.

“julie and flynn seem to be warming up to us though! i think we’d make really good friends. no offense, but julie seems like the type of person to encourage my hobby of writing country music.” reggie pointed out, glaring back at luke.

“i never discouraged you, i just wanted you to write them somewhere other than my journal! you knew it was classified!” he spoke up for the first time since his rejection to defend himself.

“luke, it’s a songbook!”

“that doesn’t make it any less classified.” the strategist rolled his eyes, clapping his hands to gain their attention once more. both boys huffed, turning to face bobby.

“guys, focus! but reggie’s right about flynn and julie. and as much as i hate to say it, maybe we can use that to our advantage. for now, we’ve got a lot to compromise.” he said.

“bobby, don’t you think that’s a bit much, even for us? this is between phantom and wilson- trevor, and maybe carrie- not you though. god, why is wilson such a common last name?! not the point i’m trying to get across, sorry. what i'm saying is julie and flynn are innocent. y/n? she’s a little questionable. but they’re just teenagers affiliated with a money launderer.” alex protested, quieting himself at the mention of money laundering. everyone went silent, understanding where he was getting at. but they also understood situations like the one they were facing now were simply part of their everyday lives.

“i know, i know. but this is all we have. months of dead ends and an infiltrated deal have led us here. we can’t let our lead go away so easily. i’m sorry guys, but you know what caleb would say.” bobby sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“use any means at your disposal.” the four muttered in unison.

“what’s the plan then?” reggie queried.

“alex, check out their schedules; send them to us and whoever’s closest to their class before lunch can check in on them. if they don’t give you an offer to join them, ask them to lunch again with the possibility y/n won’t be around. she’s currently our biggest threat standing between us and trevor. everyone got that down?” with no objections, bobby nodded in satisfaction.

“great, we’ll see you later then. keep an eye out.” clapping their backs in goodbye, the strategist turned a corner towards the stairs. with a quick salute, reggie followed suit. the two remaining boys kept on their trail, a silence consuming them as luke played with his rings.

“dude, are you sure you’re okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” alex piped up, furrowing his eyebrows.

“yeah, i’m all good. it’s probably just the pre-plan jitters.” luke nodded curtly.

“you can talk to me you know. contrary to popular belief, while i can’t hold a physical conversation, i can listen very well.” the blond reassured.

“i know. nothing’s going on. really, it’s just the usual.” he shrugged. except how do i tell you that “the usual” is just me hiding a damaging secret, knowing the consequences of keeping it a secret could change the whole course of our mission as we know it?

“ah, well that’s nothing a little psychology can’t fix! i heard learning how to get into people’s heads will make you a better actor…because seriously, that performance was awful!” luke chuckled weakly. letting alex walk into class first, he composed himself before taking a seat. when the late bell rang signalling the start of today’s lesson, interesting concepts the actor normally absorbed like a sponge were thrown out the window when ultimately, his mind was consumed by thoughts of you — the fierce, determined girl from that night willing to lay down her life without a second thought.

#luke patterson imagine #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson #luke patterson jatp #jatp x reader #jatp imagine #julie and the phantoms #bobby wilson #carrie wilson #alex mercer #flynn jatp #reggie peters #julie molina #sunset curve #alex mercer x reader #alex mercer imagine #carrie wilson x reader #carrie wilson imagine #reggie peters x reader #reggie peters imagine #julie molina x reader #julie molina imagine #bobby wilson x reader #bobby wilson imagine #daniza's fave characters are paying rent

[hetacon]

The Messages in Blue Ink

Word Count: 1,350

Pairings: Logicality, Background Prinxiety, Background Platonic Logince, Background Platonic Analogical, Implied Platonic Moxiety

Warning: None that I can think of!

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Summary: Logan writes helpful notes to himself due to his ADHD. He wished other writing would appear though...

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Note: This is for @artissijam’s birthday, decided to do a cute little soulmate AU for her! I love you so much Jules!!! It’s not much but I really hope you like this you funky and wonderful human being, I’m so glad we’ve become friends!!

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Logan never could remember things, it was quite an issue that he dealt with. It figures, seeing as he had ADHD but regardless, it was still annoying.

Due to that though, he started writing reminders to himself anywhere he could. Hands, arms, even his legs on the rare occasion. It was honestly just the easiest way to keep track of things. He didn’t have to worry about wasting paper or sticky notes or have his phone die on him. It was reliable.

During the time he was trying to focus on his paper for one of his classes, his roommate Roman made a passing comment about buying some more paper towels when Logan would be going out that afternoon. So as usual, but of course with a sigh, Logan took his pen out from his pocket and wrote down the item on his list.

He probably should wash off the note about calling his parents, he did that yesterday.

With that though, he tried to focus back on his paper.

This system of his had been working for years, he’d always been able to focus much more on all of the tasks when he could actually remember what they were. Figures but hey, he had to work with what he got.

He got to thinking about if he had other writing on his arms though...

Normal people would have conversations with their soulmates on their skin, maybe doodles such as the ones that adorned Roman’s and Virgil’s wrists and the backs of their hands since the latter of the two was quite the artist. Normal people would know their soulmates, have already met them at this point, or at the very least, have had a conversation with them. Logan wasn’t a normal person though in that he didn’t have any conversations with his soulmate. He’d never seen anything appear on his skin other than what he himself wrote.

He didn’t even know if he had one.

He didn’t often think much about it but as he was hanging out with Roman and Virgil one weekend, he watched as Virgil drew on his wrist with a purple pen, the ink blooming over Roman’s in response. Roman watched intently with a dorky grin, his head resting against Virgil’s. They were in their own little world.

“Guys?” Logan finally asked, setting his book down.

“Yeah Lo? What’s up?” Virgil asked, not looking up from his arm as he drew, Roman’s gaze turning up to Logan however.

“What would you do if you didn’t have a soulmate?”

Virgil stopped and put his pen down, looking up in confusion.

“Just hypothetically,” Logan muttered, looking up grimly at his friends.

“Dude, I’d still be in New York for one thing. Wouldn’t have ever met you and Ro in the first place,” Virgil offered.

“And I wouldn’t have started majoring in theater if he hadn’t encouraged me!” Roman said with a hum, kissing Virgil’s cheek.

Logan shook his head. “No, I mean like... How would you react or feel? You know, knowing you have no one ‘destined’ for you.”

Both of them blinked at Logan.

“I’d be a little sad I guess..” Virgil said slowly. “But I know I’d still have the capability to make friends, right? Not having a romantic partner isn’t the end of the world.”

“Right! And you have us!” Roman said with a smile, reaching out to place a hand on Logan’s shoulder, shaking him a bit. “It’s going to be just fine.”

Logan couldn’t stop himself from sighing. He loved his friends but still, a soulmate would be nice...

He would be lying if he said the subject of soulmates didn’t occupy his mind for long. He thought about it often, questioning things for months.

Every time he wrote out an item on his grocery list, he’d wonder if he had a soulmate. Every time he hastily scribbled down instructions for an assignment, he’d ask himself why they wouldn’t have written to him if he did have one. Every time he put down a note to himself to pick up his dry cleaning, he’d think about if he even wanted a soulmate.

It finally came to a point where he was fed up with everything involving soulmates and he rushed to the bathroom, washing off all the ink. Once his arms were dry, he sat in his room, looking down at his arm, a pen in hand.

His day had been awful and honestly, Logan just wished someone was there on the other end, seeing his writing.

He took a breath and started to write.

“Please just tell me, is anyone reading this? Do I have a soulmate?”

Logan was about to get up, only to watch as blue ink appeared under his own words written in black.

“Oh my gosh, hi, yes you do!”

“Hello, my name’s Logan Mandel.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you Logan, this is Patton”

“I like your name.”

“Thank you, I like yours too! It suits you!”

Logan felt his cheeks grow warm. Who was this person??

“You don’t know anything about me, I can’t see how you could tell.”

“Well, I have been seeing everything you’re writing... I know you’re a physics major for one thing. You also forget things a lot I take it. Though that’s ok, I think it’s cute that you write little reminders to yourself! And you keep in touch with your parents or at least want to! You seem like a swell kinda guy, Logan!”

“Thank you I suppose.”

“No problem!”

Just as Logan was about to start writing more, Patton quickly scribbled something below his last message. “I’m sorry, I’m cooking and need to take care of something! I’ll talk to you later!!”

Logan forgot all about his day.

With that interaction, Logan’s right arm became were he’d interact with Patton, his left for notes to himself and all of his lists. He took a quick liking to Patton, he was incredibly sweet to say the least but as they got to know one another, one thing bothered Logan.

“Why didn’t you ever write to me before?” Logan wrote, a bit out of the blue.

Patton was punctual and quick to respond as always.

“Well, I saw the things you kept track of! You needed the space more, I wanted to give it to you <3”

“But you don’t have to do that, I like talking with you Patton.”

“Well we could always meet up so we wouldn’t have to ;D I’m just teasing though, that’s up to you”

“I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They lived in the same city, he was one of Virgil’s other friends. Patton was meeting him at one of Logan’s favorite coffee shops today.

“Almost there!” Patton’s writing appeared on Logan’s arm.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Logan kept his eyes glued to the door as various people came and went from the coffee shop, clutching his arms tightly to himself. He saw a guy come in. It had to be Patton. He didn’t know what he’d do if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t want just any random stranger to have just walked in a sky blue skirt and white off-the-shoulder crop top sweater.

Oh goodness, Logan couldn’t do anything but stare at him, he looked so wonderful. He looked so soft and gentle, everything Logan wanted to see from his soulmate.

Before he knew it, that guy got his drink and went directly over to him with a smile, showing his arms as he sat down.

The ink matched.

Logan could only keep staring at Patton.

He wanted to count out all the freckles adorning Patton’s cheeks like stars.

Logan’s cheeks turned red but nowhere as lovely a shade as the natural pink of Patton’s face.

Logan couldn’t think.

“Hi,” Logan breathed out.

“Hi, Logie” Patton said back, a smile on his lips as he leaned forward to gently kiss Logan’s cheek.

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Taglist: @artissijam, @virgils-paranoia, @marshmallow-the-panda, @anotheregofanficblog

#sanders sides #logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #background prinxiety #background platonic analogical #background platonic logince #implied platonic moxiety #stan writing

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: angelica flower 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: miyoshi kazunari/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.1k words 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨: Cerise 🍡 

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: kazunari is a regular at the flower shop cafe reader works at, and he is in need of inspiration 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: this work is a part of the flower shop event, a series of unconnected flower shop AU one-shots

The sound of the storefront door swinging open and a shout of your name indicated the arrival of your favourite regular customer.

“Heyho! You look cute today too piko☆” and if you weren’t already convinced, the cheeriness present as ever combined with his catchphrase solidified the man’s identity.

You turned around to greet him properly, somewhat surprised to find him standing alone. Weeks ago you would have been too timid to even talk to him outside of

“Kazunari-kun, you didn’t bring anyone with you today?” you asked, “it’s kinda weird seeing you alone.”

“Nyahaha! It just means I can spend more time talking to you one-on-one~♪” Kazunari said, a boisterous laugh escaping his mouth, a wider smile at the sight of reddening ears going unnoticed, before he answered you more seriously, “I have a sketch to do for class, but I keep getting distracted.”

You nodded understandingly. It was always hard for you to concentrate in a noisy place, so you understood his dilemma.

“Do wanna sit somewhere more secluded?” you pointed somewhere towards the back of the shop, “it’s usually where I stay when it’s not my shift, or if I’m, like, studying for class.”

“Woah! Special friendship perks?! Is this what you get when you’re BFFs with someone from the littest flower shop slash cafe slash totes aesthetic hang in Veludo?” he exclaimed, and you didn’t bother suppressing the laughter that he caused.

“I mean, technically anyone could sit there?” you pointed out with a giggle, but you left your spot from behind the counter to usher him there. “If you wanna get cosy, I’ll show you the best place to sit,” you offered, smiling as Kazunari cheered excitedly, almost bouncing like a cute puppy.

You led him to a table with a comfy loveseat, positioned beside a window that probably would’ve brought a glare of sunlight to the interior if it wasn’t a little late in the afternoon already. Unsurprisingly, he dives onto the armchair immediately; his bag of what you’ve come to know contained art supplies following suit.

“Nice, right?”

“Uhhh, hell yeah!” Kazunari sunk a little deeper into the chair, about to continue talking until you heard the store door open.

“Big OOF, you better—“

“Yeah, oh gosh, I haven’t even gotten your order yet?” you said a little hastily, “you going for the daily special cake again? With the complementary—“

“Yep yep! You know my tastes so well piko☆” he said with a grin, before shooing you off, “now go! You don’t want the chef to come out and scold you again~♪”

You laughed as you quickly ran back to the counter to entertain your new customer’s order, watching from the corner of your eye as Kazunari brought out his art supplies. You silently wished him well.

…

Your shift was nearly ending, and as the sky dawned a palette of pastel pinks and purples, the business and idle chatter of the shop settled down. Save for the “Cafe Music! Jazz & Bossa Nova instrumental music” YouTube playlist in the background, all was quiet.

Well, save for the sound of pencils against rustling paper from the back.

Knowing he would be too focused to spare you a glance, you peeked at him from your spot by the counter. When Kazunari was in work mode, he gave off a totally different vibe— and while on normal circumstances you’d think this side of his was just as charming, something was off based on his furrowed brows and the barely noticeable frown on his face.

After a second thought, you opened a cabinet behind you and got a small jar of candies. You usually reserved them for yourself throughout the times you needed some sugar for energy, but you figured Kazunari needed some more than you at the moment.

You knew he liked candy, so if you couldn’t help him with his work you could at least support him somehow!

“Kazunari-kun, how are you?” you asked, situating yourself beside his chair. With a small groan, he angled his sketchbook to let you look at it properly.

While you haven’t seen a lot of Kazunari’s stuff, you knew he was amazingly talented in multiple art mediums— be it traditional or graphic or anything else in the spectrum. Looking at what he drew so far, you could say that the idea and technique were definitely there, but it was a little lacking save for the centre of the page.

Kazunari clearly knew it, too.

“I’m Gucci mostly, but I think something’s off?” The blond said, “like a missing detail to make it less plain? Idk tbh.”

You pouted. You didn’t know what to add either, so instead you proceeded with your plan and showed him the small jar of candy.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I’d add personally, but I just wanted to give you something to…” you trailed off until you could phrase the rest of your sentence in a logical manner, quickly giving up on that. “Haha, I guess I just wanted to support you somehow?”

“Eh? You remembered that I loved candy?!” Kazunari exclaimed, immediately perking back up from his minor slump. “You’re so cute~! High-key lit! No, totes the GOAT!” His hand touched yours, the jar still on your palm as he opened the lid.

He immediately went for the green one, and you nearly laughed at how similar it was to his eye colour. As soon as he popped it in his mouth, the same bright eyes widened at you.

“Yo, this tastes funky— but I’m kinda digging it?” he said, continuing to figure out the flavour, “what is this?”

“It’s called candied angelicas,” you said, “we got a delivery of angelica flowers a few days ago, and apparently you can make candies out of the stem?”

“Angelica flowers?” Kazunari repeated, reaching to get another piece of candy, “never heard of her. She could be walking down the street, I wouldn’t know a thing. Sorry to this flower.”

You giggled, reaching into the jar to get a piece yourself, “You dummy! Apparently they mean inspiration and encouragement, so it’d be nice flowers to give~”

The blond gasped, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you in excitement.

“Wait, that might just work!!!”

“What- what’s gonna work?” you asked in confusion, watching him set down his art materials. He stood up so quickly you would wonder how he didn’t get whiplash if he didn’t immediately squeeze you in a tight hug.

What?

Though it had only been 5 seconds tops, him pulling away felt like minutes as he rewarded you with the brightest grin you’ve seen from him today.

“Ugh, you’re actually so??? The best??? I’m totally pumped up and inspired now!”

Well, maybe you didn’t have to understand right away. You were just glad you were able to help him.

“ thank you for your hard work today at the flower shop! here, feel free to take home these angelica flowers with you~ ”

【 angelica flowers 】 inspiration, creativity, encouragement

“ maybe you’d like some more flowers before heading home? ”

-ˋˏflower shop masterlistˎˊ- |  -ˋˏfic masterlistˎˊ-

#a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! kazunari #kazunari miyoshi #miyoshi kazunari #cafe: dessert menu #nathya's flower shop #kazunari x reader #a3! game #a3 actor training game #a3! actor training game

[glacecakes]

Wisdom Teeth Really Hold Your Braincells

Posting my other Varigo oneshot here since the other two did so well on tumblr :) And since this one is shorter the whole thing is under read more! 

I am also now taking Varigo fic requests! 

Hugo gets his wisdom teeth out and lets a few secrets slip. Modern day AU.

-

“Ok, the doctor’s all finished.”

Varian looked up from his phone to see the nurse smiling kindly. Her scrubs were slightly rumpled as she gestured for Varian to follow her back to the operating room.

“It went off without a hitch, and since his insurance covers wisdom tooth removal, you’re free to leave.” She opened the door, but turned to face him before she opened it fully. “Just so you know, he’s on laughing gas, so he’s… acting a little funky.”

Varian laughed sheepishly. “Yea, I figured. Did he give you any trouble?” It was hell just to get his boyfriend here. Hugo had been fortunate(?) enough to not need his wisdom teeth out as a teen, but as an adult Hugo had to admit they were troubling him. He’d tried to hide it at first, brushing off Varian’s concerns, but eventually he’d been in pain at all hours of the day, and that was enough for Varian to schedule the surgery despite his boyfriend’s protests.

The man refused to admit when he needed help, damn him.

“Not at all,” The nurse responded. “One of the best behaved patients we had in awhile.” She looked like she was trying not to laugh. Varian stepped into the room to see the dentist cleaning up, and sitting in the chair was a very sad Hugo.

“Hugo?” He called, and Hugo looked up at him like a kicked puppy. Varian could count on one hand the amount of times he’d seen his boyfriend cry, so this was a concerning development. “Babe, are you ok? What hurts?” He rushed over to his side. Hugo sniffed miserably.

“I miss Varian,” he mumbled through the gauze. “I miss hiiiiiiim!” He moaned, sliding down in the chair. The dentist stifled a laugh.

Varian blinked a few times. He… missed him? “Hugh, I’m right here,” He laughed nervously, though slightly flattered. Hugo frowned, turning to Varian as if he didn’t recognize him. Then, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Babe!” He attempted to stand, but the way he slid down the chair made it difficult. He nearly toppled to the floor before Varian helped him stand up. “You’re here! You’re really here!” He cheered, wrapping himself around Varian with an air-tight grip.

“Of course I am. I drove you here.”

“You did? You’re so thoughtful!”

Varian looked pleadingly at the nurse, who was clearly amused. “Was he like this the whole time?” He asked numbly.

The nurse grinned. “Nah, he wasn’t sad until the very end. Anytime we stopped working he was talking about you, though. You must be very lucky.” Varian’s cheeks flushed red as Hugo attempted to kiss his cheek, only to be stopped by the fact that his mouth was numb.

“I’m the lucky one,” Hugo mumbled, opting to bury his face into Varian’s neck instead. The shorter man couldn’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed. Hugo never acted like this normally; sure, he’d flirt and compliment Varian to high heavens, but he was never the type for mushy-gushy over-the-top proclamations of love. It just wasn’t their thing. So to see Hugo clingy and docile as a lamb all while spouting his undying love for his boyfriend, it was a little jarring. All Varian could think to do was shush him as they exited the dentist’s with instructions for the next few days.

-

“Varian, can we get McDonalds?” Hugo asked as soon as they got in the car. That was another thing. He kept calling Varian by his full name. No Var, or hummingbird, or Hairstripe, or any of the other dozens of nicknames he liked to give him. And the way he said it was like addressing royalty, with a fond reverence in every syllable. Hugo fumbled slightly with his seat belt, but otherwise was ok. He wiggled slightly as he spoke.

“Sorry babe, no solid foods for a bit. Doctor’s orders.”

“Fuck doctors! What do they know?”

“A lot.” Varian grumbled as he turned out of the office. He sighed. “If you won’t listen to the doctors will you listen to me?” He glanced over to see Hugo staring at him.

“I’d die for you.”

“That’s slightly concerning.”

“I mean it,” Hugo leaned over to rest his head on Varian’s shoulder. Varian shrugged him off, since it wasn’t safe. “I would betray my mom for you!”

“Ok, random . Where did you get that from?”

“That book series you like. Flynn’s partner betrays his mom to help him enter the Eternal Library in book 7.”

Varian looked over in shock, nearly missing the green light. “You read those?”

“They make you so happy, I read them when you go to sleep so I can follow you when you talk.” Hugo responded dutifully. That was new. Hugo usually made fun of him for liking a kid’s book, yet he still took the time to learn about it for Varian. A warm feeling fluttered around in his stomach. God damn did he love that guy.

Eyes misting up slightly, he turned back to the road. “What other things are you keeping from me?” He asked, mostly joking.

Hugo frowned, thinking for a moment. He prodded his chin in thought, ignoring Varian’s remarks to not aggravate his injuries. His face lit up as the car entered their apartment complex’s parking lot. “Oh yeah! I bought a ring last week!”

Varian nearly swerved into a post. He parked at record speed, and it was probably the worst parking job he’d ever done. But that didn’t matter. He shut off the car before looking over at Hugo in absolute shock, eyes bugging out of his head.

Hugo looked serene, eyes full of warmth as he stared right back. The scene would’ve been hilarious, his lovestruck expression coupled with his cheeks puffed up from bloody gauze. But Varian didn’t care about that. He cared about what Hugo had just said.

“When. When you say ring,” Varian struggled to find the words. “Do you mean, ring for… for me … or, like a gift?”

Hugo held up a finger in a wait gesture, digging into his pocket. With a little “tada”, he produced a small box for Varian to take. He did, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a gift!” Hugo lit up, grinning a bloody grin at his boyfriend. Varian let out a sigh of relief.

“For you.” He opened the box to reveal a gold ring embedded with a small emerald, cut into the shape of a square, not unlike a diamond.

Varian slumped over, hitting the steering wheel. Of course. Of fucking course . Hugo remained oblivious to Varian’s panic, now trying to fight his way out of the seatbelt.

Hugo was going to propose to him.

Hugo was going to propose to him .

It shouldn’t surprise Varian, in all honesty. They’d been living together for… gosh, 2 years now? And they’d been dating at least another year. It wasn’t like this was too out of the blue, they’d talked about it before. Hugo had admitted he didn’t want to get married when he was younger. He’d been tossed around a lot as a kid, he’d said. Lost a lot of faith in government institutions. Varian didn’t blame him; he’d had a similar phase when his dad was hospitalized. He had promised Hugo that they’d go at their own pace, and if they never got officially married, it didn’t bother him. They had each other, and that was what mattered.

Not that Varian didn’t want it! Quite the opposite. He just… never thought it would happen. He always figured that if they did get married, it’d be a spur of the moment elopement. Or that Varian would propose when Hugo said he was ready.

But Hugo was ready, and he wanted it badly enough that he was going to propose… Varian let out a hysterical laugh.

“Varian…” Hugo whined, still fighting the seatbelt.

Varian let out a wet laugh, wiping away the tears that were pooling in his eyes. “Yeah, I got you,” He said.

-

Hugo felt like death.

He groaned miserably, rolling over on the couch, hoping to see Varian beside him in the other chair. Alas, that was not the case. The sun was high in the sky, meaning either he was hungover and slept in a ridiculous amount, or he’d laid down for a nap and lost all sense of self.

It was probably the latter. His teeth throbbed in pain.

Right, dentist.

“Babe?” Varian called from somewhere in the house. “Are you awake?”

“Barely,” Hugo grumbled, wiping his eyes and reaching for his glasses on the counter. His world came into focus as Varian rounded the corner and into Hugo’s field of view. “Gah. Why did I let you talk me into this?”

“Because the pain is gonna start to go away,” Varian responded, sitting down on the couch beside him. He held up a glass of water and painkillers for Hugo to take. “There’s ice cream in the fridge if you want it.”

Hugo sighed in thanks, reaching over to take the items. As he took the glass of water, he noticed something gleaming on Varian’s outstretched hand. Something very familiar. He nearly dropped the glass in shock.

Reaching out with his other hand, he flipped over Varian’s to see his ring staring back at him. Mind racing, his horrified eyes met Varian’s sheepish ones.

Oh shit.

Hugo dropped the glass onto the table, before groaning and burying his head in his hands. “ Please tell me I didn’t propose while high on pain meds.” God, just kill him now.

“You didn’t propose, you just… gave me the ring,” Varian responded, patting Hugo’s back in sympathy.

“That’s even worse!”

“I can give it back?”

“What, no! You put it on, no take backs!”

“You didn’t even ask!” Varian was trying not to laugh now. Hugo looked up from his hands to see his eyes shining. Well, might as well make this incredibly corny. He got up from the couch, rounding the side to face Varian, and dramatically dropped to one knee. He nearly fell over, but managed to maintain his balance.

Hugo cleared his throat. “Sir Varian, son of Quirin-”

“I have a last name.”

“Fine. Sir Varian Ruddiger, son of Quirin,”

“And Ulla!”

“Let me finish!”

Varian was openly laughing now, and it was infectious. The two giggled, Hugo clutching his boyfriend for support.

“Would you,” he straightened back up. “Give me the honor , the glory , the privilege , of contributing to a corrupt industry and bankrupting ourselves to prove that we love each other?”

“How romantic,” Varian deadpanned, face giving away his true feelings. “But yes, I will marry you.”

Hugo couldn’t help it; he was too excited. He grabbed Varian, sweeping him up into an embrace. He buried his face into Varian’s hair, breathing in his scent. He’d get to do this for the rest of his life! Letting go, he lowered his head to kiss Varian…

Only for Varian to stop him with a hand.

“I love you, but I’m not kissing you, Mr. Blood Mouth.”

“Wait shit, am I still bleeding?”

#tangled #varian #tangled the series #varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms au #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo the human #tts #tts varian

[01010010-posts]

ohh since we had the android bois reacting to their s/o being a clingy sleeper, how would the reverse au bois react?

OHH OFC?? for a moment i thought i’d already done this im sorry jfkljflfjconnor is a bit ?? taken aback? he has lots of problem sleeping usually, most of the time because of his nightmares, otherwise he’d be so tired from work he’d fall asleep in 5 secs. he takes as a given that you’re a normal being with a normal sleep pattern. which might be might not. (he wouldn’t mind having someone to talk to while trying not waking up every single time he closes his eyes tho he’d def feel guilty). if he’s right he’s sure being in the same bed is GONNA suck. seeing you doing fine while he’s rolling around the sheets is not extra nice. BUT if his moving constantly wakes you up he’s going to cry bc he just wants you okay. so there’s not a good way out in his mind. LITTLE does he know that you’re such a stupid you’re going to suffocate him with your arms the whole night!!!! the first time it happens he feels super WEIRD like ok why are you doing this. then it happens again. and again. and again. AND FUCK does it feels pretty!!!!!!!! he loves it. he slowly start to adjust his schedule and gain a little bit of sleep. maybe with you nightmares are less frequent?60 is fucking funky. he’s so happy!!!! he’s one to go to bed late but with you? GOSH with you he’d never leave the bed!!! not even one second! please,,,, be clingy all you want ESP if you do it without realizing it’s the fucking best his JAM literally!!!! YES he will hug you too he'll never let go if you wake up with a neck pain you know why it's his fault if you two spend the night as worms warmly interwined together :( he’s going to gush about you to everyone whenever! people are starting to hate you now,,,, im sorry. actually im not i mean you get to cuddle this disaster man as much as you want im jealous.RK900 is crying rn. he really NEEDS a moment!!! please let him rest. 5 mins in the bathroom to think about how THIS IS REAL!!! THIS IS REALY HAPPENING!!!! he’s v emotional i know. but this man is so touchstarved he’s shaking. HE'S BLUSHING!! FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT!!! PLEASE NEVER STOP NEVEEEERRR!!!! LOVE HIM LOTS TOUCH HIM EVERYWHERE GOD HE’LL PURR LIKE A KITTY tho he has to get 8 hrs of sleep that’s the rule. i mean he’ll make an exception bc you’re too cute ok he just wants to watch you while you sleep and hug him and whispers his name AHHHH NOW YOU MADE IT HE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER YOU HAVE TO TAKE RESPONSABILITY

#DBH #dbh human AU #dbh reverse AU

[bambamnetwork]

You’ve Got To Be Kitten Me

Author: TO BE REVEALED

Pairing: Bbam

Side pairing: Jingyeom

Rating: General

Prompt: A3

Cat! Bambam au

Chapter 1

“Yugyeom, what is this?” Jinyoung asked, frowning at the kitten in his room, on his bed. “And why is it not in your own room?”

“Hyungie I need your help.” Yugyeom said, his eyes wide and afraid. “It was an accident, i didn’t mean to do it.” He said, his voice wavering slightly.

“Do what? Rescue a kitten? Buy a cat? I don’t think we’re ready for a pet, you’re right but I don’t think it’s anything you need to panic over?” Jinyoung replied, his eyebrows raised.

“No no no no no, you don’t understand! This isn’t just any cat Jinyoung, it’s Bambam!” He cried.

“Right.” Jinyoung deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “This is your latest prank huh? Well it’s not a very good one. You can tell Bambam to come out now.” He sighed, his hand raising and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No Hyung, it’s not a prank! I’m serious!” He exclaimed. “We were in the practise room together and we’d made up a new dance move, which obviously we needed to name, so I was on this website that had some funky words just reading them out and I look up at Bam and suddenly he’s surrounded by smoke! And then when it finally clears this is what’s left.” He explained, holding up the tiny, black kitten. Said kitten was rubbing its head against Yugyeom’s hand seeking attention, and whining quietly.

“Okay, sure. Then you just need to go back to the website and say it again?” Jinyoung suggested, still not fully believing his boyfriend.

“I tried,” the younger whined, “but nothing was working and there’s thousands of spells on this site and I don’t want to accidentally turn anyone else into a Cat!”

“I still don’t believe you, but the library would probably be a good place to start looking into this.” Jinyoung suggested, knowing there was a weird section on the occult hidden at the back of a library across town. “But Yugyeom, I’m not wasting my free weekend researching this stuff for a dumb prank, you have to promise me this is real.” Jinyoung said, his face folding into a serious frown.

“Jinyoungie I promise. You think I’d willingly spend my free weekend in the library?” Yugyeom said, his eyes shining with honesty.

“Ugh alright. We need someone to look after him while we go out though.”

“We can just dump him in Jaebum’s room. He’s busy all weekend with writing our new song right? And he won’t notice an extra cat, he has like, a million.” Yugyeom shrugged, already pulling Jinyoung out of the room.

“He has three Gyeom. And don’t forget Bambam oh my gosh.” Jinyoung rolled his eyes, bending down to scoop up the discarded kitten, giving it a loving pet. “I’ve changed my mind. Lets just leave him like this,” he grinned, his eyes crinkling as the kitten curled in close to his chest.

“Hyung no! Lets go!” Yugyeom pulled him out of the room. The placed Bambam into Jaebum’s bedroom, making sure he got on with Nora at least before heading towards the library.

***

Everything was strange. For one, everything was suddenly much taller than Bambam remembered, and he was so easily distracted than he used to be.

He can’t believe Yugyeom had turned him into a cat. Stupid best friend. Now he was stuck in JB’s dumb room with his other dumb cats. He would probably spend his whole weekend stuck as a cat instead of doing the fun stuff he wanted to do.

He growled as Kunta approached him, not interested in the other cat at the moment. He was mad, and pouty and didn’t want to be stuck here.

Cut it out, Nora snapped at him. She was commanding and Bambam didn’t have the strength to argue.

He padded over to her, seeking comfort. They’d been friends even while he was a human, so maybe she would be kind. The older cat rolled her eyes, but obliged him, letting him curl into her side and start to nap.

***

Jaebum arrived home exhausted, shuffling through the sitting room and into his room. He fell down onto his bed and immediately fell asleep, clothes and all.

He woke a couple of hours later with a small black kitten on his chest. His brows furrowed as he realised it wasn’t his own cat, but a completely different kitten. This cat was too young to be Kunta.

He frowned down at Bambam in confusion, cocking his head to the side and sitting up to examine him. Bambam mewled at him, glad that his hyung had finally woken up. He jumped up, butting his small head against Jaebum’s outstretched hand.

“Hey little guy, where’d you come from?” Jaebum asked softly, petting his head gently.

Bambam mewled at him in response, purring happily.

“Jaebum! Can you believe what Yugyeom did to me! I’m a cat! Look what he did! Are you gonna go yell at him? It’s what he deserves.” Bambam cried, whining loudly against his hyungs chest.

“Shh, calm down little guy. I’ll find your home for you.” Jaebum assured Bambam, unable to understand his mewls and whines. “But how did you even get in here?” He mused to himself.

“I told you. It was Yugyeom. He and Jinyoung stashed me in here when they didn’t want to deal with me.” Bambam explained again, raising his head to look into Jaebum’s eyes.

Suddenly he was being put hastily on the bed, frowning as Jaebum made a hasty exit.

“I’ll figure out how to get you home kitty~” he said over his shoulder.

Bambam huffed in annoyance, dropping to lie dejectedly on the bed.

== TO BE CONTINUED ON AO3

#Bambam #BBam #bambam ficfest #bbam fics #jaebum #im jaebum #jaebum fics #bambam fanfic #got7 fic #got7 fanfic #got7 ficfest #foryoubaby #t: fic

[kyulkyungs]

Time

Character(s): Boo Seungkwan

Genre: Angst >:] + a soulmate!au!!!!

Word Count: 4,123 (aHHH I LOVE DEATH this thing is 7 pages)

Summary: Lets grow old - Until you are eighteen you grow normally, if you do not meet your soulmate before eighteen you will be stuck as eighteen until you can meet them. (The source is no longer available as the blog has most likely deactivated :(… )

A/N: I love soulmate AU’s, and I don’t see a lot of content out there for Seungkwan. I mean, do you see this wonderful, absolutely lovely man? Give him all of your love or so help me !!!! Gosh…… I let this get long……… oops ?

Who knows how long it’s been? How long you’ve been wandering on the face of the earth. Any records of you are so old – some even lost – that you could be considered unidentifiable. It sucked, to be frank. When all of your friends and family found their soulmates, you were able to live such happy times. Going to their weddings, helping setting up anniversaries… seeing them age and grow up.

And here you were: stuck in the body of an 18-year old. Sure, it was kind of weird to see your friends and their soulmates age to their thirties while you stayed behind. Sure, it was funky when your cousin, ten years younger than you, invited you to their wedding with an older face and physique than you. Sure, it was completely devastating and heartbreaking when your family and friends aged until they just couldn’t anymore.

But you were moving on because it’s kind of what you had to do.

You were sure that there were not very many cases like yours. If there were then people didn’t make such a big deal out of it anyways. With new passing faces in your life, you saw the shock on their faces when you told them how old you were turning that year.

In your spare time, you decided to explore the world. Some of your favorite places you had lived in for a couple of years before choosing to continue exploring. Your soulmate wasn’t someone you were focused on finding during that time. The universe would have it’s way eventually. So for now, you tried to entertain yourself. At least you could use the phrase “back in my day” with genuine meaning.

“It’s been a while,” you said, shuffling around a bustling city and looking up at the tall buildings. Korea. How you’ve missed the way the air smells, how the people sound, and how the sun shines here. The last time you’ve been here? Say around two hundred years ago. The last ten years you had spent touching up on your French and enjoying learning some of the slang there. After seeing some scholars gushing about some Korean singers and saying very broken phrases, you told yourself that it was time to revisit Korea. You had avoided Korea for some time due to an unknown reason.

Maybe it was your stubbornness that relearning the now enhanced and changed language would take a while. Maybe it was your falling in love with someone there once, but only to have them find their soulmate right after declaring your feelings. Or maybe it was because you always found something else that seemed more convenient. Like learning the majority of the French dialects were more convenient… It was most definitely the second reason. Besides, when you heard about how great someone’s trip there for a year was, you had to go check out how much had changed.

Well, at least you could dive into yet another language. You could use the change. Plus that one person who lived across from you held parties every other weekend or had someone over to do something. Being semi-immortal meant you lived through and miraculously, and thankfully, survived through various wars. But those parties? No thanks. You’ve had enough screaming and loud banging – pun intended – to last you a lifetime or twenty.

You finally stopped in front of a big building. A few of the nicer apartment complexes in the area. The location was convenient for you. Not too far from a new workplace that accepted you due to knowing quite a handful of languages. The perks of living in different areas for so long without having to worry about losing time. Your soulmate was bound to show up soon, so why not make the most of it until then? The interview over the phone went swell, and the trip you took for only a week to do the interview in person went even better. Yet being here for only a week and for a job interview meant you didn’t have too much time to explore.

So you were lost.

“Do you need help?” The pronunciation was a little different than the dialect you were already used to hearing all around you. It was a young man. His kind smile amazed you, yet it reminded you of the person you fell in love with so long ago. Perhaps that was the reason why.

“I’m looking for this building,” you responded, showing him your phone with a GPS app set onto your new workplace.

“Oh! You can turn right down this road and walk straight. It’ll be there since there are large, striking letters above the front door.” He made hand motions just to be clear, and then bid you farewell after you thanked him. He watched you go down the road just in case someone tried anything or didn’t follow his directions correctly. Then he walked to where he was headed to in the first place.

“I hope to work well with you,” you greeted warmly. The other staff members of the building smiled back at you.

“It’s amazing though. That long, huh?”

Grimly, you nodded. Although by now it would seem that you’d be used to hearing people ask that, you’d laugh in the person’s face who said that. If anything, you absolutely hated it when someone pointed out how long you’ve been roaming the earth because you weren’t able to meet your soulmate.

When would the time come where you could finally meet and pass on? Was there a possibility that your soulmate was in the same condition as you were? Or did the universe make it so that your soulmate would meet you in another time than from the time when you were born?

The universe could be cruel.

The people you met with let you go to take a tour of the building. They had one of the other workers guide you through. After a series of rooms, a series of stairs, and making a stop to the restroom, you were finally introduced to one of the two groups you’d act as a translator for.

The first group was a bundle of rowdy, yet very polite and loving girls. They welcomed you in and even decided to test out how many languages you could speak for them. In a couple practice rooms away, you could hear a lot of yelling and stomping.

“You hear that? That’s the company’s most popular group.” When the two of you walked a little closer to the room, the sound of music was heard along with the shouting. They were counting off the tempo to the music as well as calling out names for corrections. There was a lot more seriousness and intensity compared to the first group that you could feel just right outside the door.

The door opened and both of you walked in, greeting the boys who had taken a break just in time for the sudden interruption. There were a lot of them, that’s for sure. All sweating and panting, hands on their hips or the tops of their heads. They each lined up in greeting, just like how the girls had done. You eyed each of them to get a feel of who you were going to be working with.

“Hey, we met before,” you pointed out. One of the boys shyly nodded and then waved with a small smile. The others looked back and forth and some made noises of realization.

“So that’s who you helped out today? What a coincidence, huh?” The man in question nodded and then puffed up with pride.

“That’s Seungkwan.” The other staff member pointed to your previous aid. You locked eyes with him and when you smiled… it felt right. The other members then introduced themselves and listed their position in the team, even adding in a few jokes. They told you that you’d help out with translating lyrics like you would be with the ten females. After the introduction, you gave a brief demonstration of what you could do for them. Some of them found it amusing while the others found it extremely impressive, when you said a tongue twister to perfection.

“How did you do that? I’ve been working on that since I was a kid!”

You laughed, eyes twinkling when you answered. “Honey. I was the one who thought of it first.”

Your impression lasted on the boys quite a bit, as they often found themselves enjoying their breaks even more when you visited to do a check on vocal practices or recordings. You’d swing by to listen to pronunciation or how the lyrics sound when being read aloud as a sentence. The one person who never failed to impress you was Seungkwan himself. He had clear pronunciation whenever you came to check, and even challenged you when you tried to correct something in a verse by proving to you why the words worked out. When you praised him after a session, he was extremely humble about it. He even told you that it would also be better to praise those to helped him out instead, motioning over to his family.

It was after a single session, where only one member at a time would be practicing with you, was when Seungkwan finally gathered the courage to have a proper conversation with you that wasn’t small talk nor about work.

“When you said you made up that tongue twister a long time ago, did you really?” You nodded, pleased when his eye widened and then he covered his mouth dramatically. He was trying to make you laugh, and it was working.

“I’ve lived here for a long time, so I’ve seen a lot of things pass me by. I made that up when I was watching a street performer chanting something in a peculiar way.” Seungkwan nodded and then thought for a moment.

“So what was the performer saying for you to think of that tongue twister?”

“What? The street performer was setting up. I was thinking about food so I made the tongue twister about food,” you said. Seungkwan laughed and let the joyous melody ring in your ears. You decided that you’d love to keep talking with him more.

Seungkwan worked harder and harder in order to impress and please you. He also wanted to hear your praise and to be able to talk with you after establishing that he did not need much to work on after that lesson. He tried hard for you, and it warmed your heart greatly. Time spent with him was gone way too quickly.

It seemed that you enjoyed your time with him greatly, and he had the same feeling as well.

After a certain practice with him, you found yourself wondering about Seungkwan’s situation. He obviously knew that you were around for a long time, given the story of when you created a well-known tongue twister and the fact that you rarely worried about your appearance when going out to eat with coworkers or newly made friends. But how long had Seungkwan been around?

“Seungkwan,” you called out softly, trying not to startle him when he took a sip of water. He finished and capped the bottle. He motioned for you to go on and you bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if you should ask the question or not. You decided that you would. “Have you met your soulmate yet?”

Seungkwan pursed his lips and darted his eyes around. Eventually he shook his head. “No. It’s been about two or three years.”

You understood what he was referring to. He’s not aged for two or three years, meaning that he was still young, still genuinely young. “You’d be turning twenty or so then.” He nodded and looked off at the wall in a somewhat dazed look. “Did I ask something too personal?” He shook his head this time, even moving his hands in a dismissive, shaking manner.

“Not at all.” He gave you a smile, a smile much softer and more genuine than his smiles he showed you when joking around with the others. This conversation turned more serious and personal, more intimate. He sighed softly and then allowed himself a couple more seconds of looking into your eyes. The atmosphere between the two of you grew intense yet comforting. You were the one to break eye contact first, moving to shuffle some of your notes.

A knock on the door sounded and Joshua peeked in. “Is it my time yet?”

Quickly you collected your things and shuffled the papers some more, only looking up when Seungkwan got up from his seat. He thanked you and then walked out. Joshua took his seat across from you and smiled warmly with his eyes crinkling at the corners. And with that, you began your session with him.

The rest of the following three months you noticed you had grown more tired, but your time spent working with such wonderful people made up for it. Getting up from your seat, you decided it was time for a bathroom break. It was a quick one, where most of the time spent was washing your face. Your eyes had grown slightly bloodshot from lack of sleep. Before you left the bathroom you took a second glance at yourself in the mirror. Something was different. Different than the last time you really checked yourself in the mirror. You moved closer and turned your face this way and that, trying to see what was different about yourself. It was too hard to tell, most likely something subtle and something that would take a while for you to realize. So you left the bathroom.

You bumped into Seungkwan when you exit the bathroom. Literally. He steadied the both of you and made sure you were alright, then sending you another warm smile. “I was just looking for you.”

“Really, now?” You sent a warm smile back, standing comfortably with his presence. You realized earlier on in the months that you found yourself most at ease with Seungkwan. A familiar feeling to when you were truly younger crept it’s way back to you. Something that kind of scared you yet you were ready to embrace. He answered with a nod and then turned his face around, similar to the way you were doing it just minutes ago in the bathroom. 

“Do I look different? The others pointed out that my face looks different than before.” Because he kept moving around and not letting you get a proper look at him you grabbed Seungkwan’s face and made him look at you head on. Under the palms of your hands you felt his cheeks grow warm which in turn made yours as well as your heart warm up too. You removed your hands slowly and swept your eyes across his face. The others were right, there was something different about him. Maybe it was the way his cheeks looked a little smaller than before, or, to put it into better words, he was growing into them. He had less of a baby face than before you noticed. While you were staring at him, Seungkwan had been staring at you as well. “You look different too.”

You hummed, turning his face yourself so you could inspect further. He did the same with you, making it harder on the both of you at some points due to your faces being shown in different directions. He was beginning to get playful with this now. “In what ways do I look different?” He hummed this time.

“Your face.”

“That’s what you’ve been inspecting the last minute or two, yes.” He smiled and stopped moving your face. You followed his lead and stopped as well, leaving your hands on his cheeks just like how he did with his hands.

“I mean your face looks different.” You shrugged, shoulders bumping his arms slightly.

“I think some stress and fatigue have been getting to me lately.” Seungkwan shook his head, loosening your hands even more. Before they fell off he stopped moving, as if he wanted to keep them on.

“It’s not that. Not that at all.” He studied your face again. “You look more mature.” A small spark was felt when you took your hands from his face and placed it over his own. Carefully you moved both pairs of hands away from his. A moment of intense eye contact and then you pulled away. Though you pulled away from him at that moment, you felt like you had just gotten that much closer to him overall.

The next session you had with Seungkwan would be the last for the month before you’d switch schedules and start working with the other members and some of the girls more. Of course, Seungkwan knew this too as he had to be notified so he wouldn’t walk in on an ongoing vocal session with someone else.

“Ready?” You asked with a grin. He nodded and took his place in the seat across from you. He seemed grim and a little disappointed, which you deducted must be from having to not see you for a while. You listened to his pronunciation in lyrics from a different language and corrected him on some parts every now and then. Overall he had improved greatly since your first session with him. It was super awkward at first, but Seungkwan managed to save the both of you by making a joke about how much tension there was in the air and then purposely making fun of himself in an attempt to make you laugh.

Instead he had an earful about how he should not speak badly about himself like that and that you found his awkwardness with you to be quite endearing rather than a pain.

“I have a proposal to make,” Seungkwan said right after you finished writing down the last of your notes before the session. When you looked up from your notes you saw that Seungkwan had his eyes trained heavily on you. He had trapped you. “I still want to see you.” Before you could reply – you couldn’t anyways because you were rendered speechless – Seungkwan grabbed both of your hands and had a desperate look in his eyes. “Please.”

You quickly collected yourself and looked down at his warm hands encasing yours. “Seungkwan, you’ll still see me everyday. I work here.”

“Not just that. I’ll miss you. I don’t want to see you just because of work,” he said. He saw the clear look of confusion on your face and he grew red and looked down suddenly. “I mean… I want to hang out with you more. Outside of work.” You found yourself smiling at the proposed date between the two of you. So you agreed.

The first outing was simply coffee. Seungkwan got himself an americano and you whatever you had decided to drink. The two of you chatted and enjoyed the fine weather that day. Though it was a simple date, you had a lot of fun.

The second one consisted of the two of you cleaning up the practice room together since Seungkwan was the one to lose the rock paper scissors battle this time. Not exactly date worthy, but by the end of the night the two of you had to clean up more than you had originally started with. Hey, who said that mops couldn’t be used as helicopter propellers?

A third date swung around, but the two of you were joined with a couple of the others as well. A fun day at the park where you were invited to film for an ongoing series to let fans know what’s been going on. Seungkwan commented on how well you used the camera considering you had never done so before. He even defended you when the others tried to joke saying that for an old person, you handled technology quite well. Not that you minded, but the thought was appreciated.

A couple of fun times out with Seungkwan later was when you realized that you were looking more different each time you checked yourself in the mirror. It was like before, how you’d notice the subtleties to it. But now it was becoming more and more obvious. You were definitely looking much older. Without really meaning to, you were thrown into a fit of joyous laughter. Had you finally found your soulmate? Seungkwan. Oh, Boo Seungkwan. The polite, gentle, funny, and sassy at times young man who you had grown much closer than you would have thought. Was he your soulmate?

All the feelings you experienced around him you found to be intense. Your feelings back then were intense as well but entirely false. Now? It felt even more intense than from the years prior. You had to tell him. Because if he hasn’t brought it up yet surely he didn’t know. He often found himself speaking his thoughts to you on multiple occasions already, so it must have been that way.

Thinking of a way to tell him without being too blunt, you sat there and racked your brain for ideas. Straight up confrontation would make the situation completely awkward, especially if it was around the other members. You wanted the news to settle in. Using the phone to call or text him… a definite no-no. Maybe… you would write him a note. Perhaps you’d leave it where you know he’d be the first to find and see it. Or give it to him in person. Whichever came first.

The note was simple, a little confession at the sudden revelation. A couple of doodles here and there, much like the doodles you found only on the papers related to the singer himself. Your name was signed at the end of it. That was the note you’d give to him, for sure.

You decided that you would place the note in your desired location now rather than wait and end up not having enough time to plan what to do. You’d put it in the room where you had most of your sessions with the members. Seungkwan liked to sit in the chairs there and warm up sometimes. Otherwise he’d pass through there. The brightly colored note would catch his eyes as it contrasted to the colors around it.

The hallways were pretty empty when you walked through them. A sudden surge of excitement urged you to walk faster. You slowly opened up the door and peeked in, checking to see if anyone was there. You did not hear or see anyone in the room, so you stepped in quietly. Until you heard words that made you freeze.

“I think you’re my soulmate.”

That’s when you saw Seungkwan smiling warmly at Hansol, eyes glossy with unshed tears of happiness. Hansol had grown into a smile as well, reaching to hold Seungkwan’s hand. Had they always been this close? Upon further inspection you found that, yes, both he and Hansol seemed so much more closer than the two of you ever could have been. The twinkling eyes, the warmest of smiles, the flushed cheeks. Something you realized was only felt by you.

Once again, the universe decided to be cruel.

It seemed that Hansol had realized that his connection with Seungkwan was much deeper than he – and both you and Seungkwan – thought it to be. His young face looked more manly than before, and Seungkwan more different than the last time you had gazed at him so intensely. The two were sitting on the couch with wide smiles, wider than you’d ever seen them smile before, with flushed cheeks and fleeting eyes. Hansol had just confessed what he realized to be him having the soulmate connection with Seungkwan.

Time for you was frozen as you watched Seungkwan hug Hansol tightly and then release him, only to hug him again shortly afterwards. They were glowing.

You watched Seungkwan move over a little and cuddle into Hansol’s side, shyly peppering a kiss or two on his cheek. You had just watched the person you had fallen in love with find their true love for a second time. Tuning on your heel, you quietly left the room so you would’t disturb them. The scene of the familiar hallways from years and years and years ago flashed before your eyes. Even the same blurry vision from tears you had refused to let down.

The messily scrawled confession note of words you would be too nervous to say was thrown away in the trash bin near the end of the hall. Eyes were wiped, a quick sniffle was made, and you held your head up high.

Time to move on.

#elli writes #angst #soulmate au #seungkwan #neutral pronouns #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios

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det. AU 18

Arsé-kun: Arséne: To absolutely no one's surprise, Harley's week-long vacation went poorly. That is how I am starting these notes, and you are not stopping me.

Sheepy: Nyar: Never would have noticed! Arsé-kun: Arséne: We unfortunately started off right as I finished the previous batch of notes, because that's when he dragged his ratty ass into my office while having some sort of bullshit-induced hallucinations. I know it's Hidden Potential based, but I quite literally have "Bullshit" written down, so stick with me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he is not having fun. it's, again, too funky for his tastes and it only gets worse from here. he makes a face somewhere between a grimace and a lesser grimace* Arsé-kun: Arséne: That scene was solved primarily through proven medical techniques, but it absolutely did not end there. Randolph offered to help, and proceeded to almost lose all of the blood in his body to a squid I never want to see again. Or stab again. What was that, don't answer me. I don't want to know. Sheepy: Nyar: Aww. Arsé-kun: Randy: Star vampire, also known as a Star Shambler. Arsé-kun: Arséne: >:V Arsé-kun: Arséne: Thankfully, trash disposal came and took it out of my sight. I don't know how the Sir knew about it, I do not care, it is out of my hands at that point. Sheepy: Nyar: He probably smelled food and followed the scent. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You imply several horrible things. *he notes it anyway* Sheepy: Nyar: Yes, he probably ate it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So! *ignoring that!* Instead of dealing with this nonsense, we- being myself, Harley, and Sherlock- took a case to find a missing pet. That was the easy part. The hard part was escaping a base full of werewolves- *he is unsure about that part* -And trying to retrieve any other animals afterwards. While none of us were injured, that went... Well, it went in a way and promptly ended up dealing with more nonsense. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Partially my fault because I ducked into the bar to avoid angry wolves. But it kept us alive, so it was worth it. Sheepy: Nyar: Yikes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I counted at least three knights in that bar. Minimum. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Right, Sir Griflet thinks you are ill and wants to beat the hell out of you. Just a reminder. Sheepy: Nyar: Oh, great. Looking forward to it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Something or other about you acting out of character. I tried to stop him but too late I suppose. Sheepy: Nyar: Although, a collection of knights... A group of knights is called a Round Table! ...Just kidding. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I don't know enough on the topic to correct this. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he shudders* Sheepy: Nyar: Yeah. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Horrible. But I seem to be a quest-source for him, so I can probably steer him away. Maybe. Sheepy: Nyar: You should be safe for now. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I hope so. I'd die instantly. Sheepy: Nyar: Just don't call him stupid or say he's incapable of something. Sheepy: Nyar: He will go after your life. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... ... Can I skip over the next part in favor of "And then that happened?" Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... I am anyway. That proceeded to happen, and it was a fucking mess, pardon my language. Additional Hidden Potential victim discovered. Aleister taken out of commission and also shot by yours truly. We are not speaking of specifics. I refuse. But I am keeping this gun. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I despise guns. But if I despise strange things and tolerate you, I guess I'll tolerate this as well. Sheepy: Nyar: Why are you keeping it? Sheepy: Nyar: Just in case Harley's hidden potential activates again? Although, I guess he wouldn't be too bothered by being shot in that state... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Because it has proven useful and because I am getting rather tired of being caught unawares by things. Sheepy: Nyar: Makes sense. Sheepy: *Speaking of Grif, he walks in.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Can you please knock before entering my office next time? Sheepy: Grif: ..... Sheepy: *Grif walks backwards and closes the door.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I think I have made a mistake Sheepy: Grif: *He punches his fist through the door!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *sighing loudly* Heeeeeeere's Johnny! Sheepy: Grif: Knock knock, it’s Griflet. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes, come in. Sheepy: Grif: Hello, Lupin. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes, hello. I don't appreciate the hole in my door, but don't worry about it. What do you want? Sheepy: Grif: Have you seen a dead body? He’s about this tall. Blond. Handsome. Kingly appearance. Sheepy: Grif: May or may not have a stab wound. Arsé-kun: Arséne: If I saw a dead body, I... Would not be sitting at my desk. I have not. Sheepy: Nyar: Gosh darn it Grif, what have I TOLD you about reanimating dead people?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... ... (please god, can i have just one good day?) Sheepy: Grif: If you see him, call for me. I will come. Oh, if you put out a box on a stick with meat under it, he should come for that too. Sheepy: Grif: He might be smart enough to get out of the box though. Sheepy: Grif: I assume he likes his meat cooked. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I deal with non-moving dead and mysteries of the normal criminal kind. This isn't my area of expertise. Sheepy: Grif: ... Hm. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: So that ghost in your stuffed animal is actually alive? Arsé-kun: Arséne: That is not mine. That is my son's. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... *interruptus conversatus* Dead reanimated as in coming back to life legitimately, or the ia ia Yog kind that one Dr. West failed to perfect? Sheepy: Grif: First one. Arsé-kun: Randy: Much less concerning. Sheepy: Grif: By drawing the holy sword Excalibur, so too will King Arthur be drawn back to this world. Soon will the sword be pulled once more. Arsé-kun: Randy: Wasn't he supposed to only come back when needed most?? Sheepy: Grif: It concerns me. Sheepy: Grif: However, the necessary dialogue has been said, so I can tell that he’s returning soon. Is it simply the sword being drawn? Or a worse darkness? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Considering he didn't surface for an alien slug bastard, I don't want to know what's so bad that he might be needed. Sheepy: Nyar: Babysitting Grif. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... *snrk* Sheepy: Grif: Anyway, tell me if you see him. Oh, yes, I forgot Sheepy: Grif: *he starts digging through his bag* Sheepy: *Grif gives Arsene an orb* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ....? Sheepy: Grif: It’s the Orb of Good Fortune. It boosts your money slightly. But they drop so often in certain areas that I don’t need so many. Sheepy: Grif: It’s a Yorb. Arsé-kun: Randy: ..... I have several questions? Sheepy: Grif: Go on. Arsé-kun: Randy: Why do you have that? Sheepy: Grif: I have multiple. Arsé-kun: Randy: And why do you have several manifestations of Yog Sothoth in physical form? Sheepy: Grif: Because he’s my dad. Arsé-kun: Randy: I. Sheepy: Grif: Sometimes he gets lonely. So if you talk to this, he might feel happier. Arsé-kun: Randy: Yog's ult gnaiih??? Sheepy: Grif: Yurt. Arsé-kun: Randy: Hhhhhhhhhhhuh. Sheepy: Grif: My appearance is due to avoidance of the random function. I take after my Dad. I look a lot like him. Arsé-kun: Randy: I see. This makes sense. Sheepy: Grif: However, none of my draconic features have grown in yet, so I'm not taken seriously by my siblings. Sheepy: Grif: Furthermore, I do not understand humans very well, so I tend to be shunned and feared. This is due to my Charisma being low. Sheepy: Grif: Right, the orb is named Seir. Do you like it? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It's certainly something. Sheepy: Grif: It's good for thieves. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm a detective. Sheepy: Grif:..... Sheepy: Grif:....Hmmm.... Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'll find a use for it. Sheepy: *Grif brings up Lupin's page on his menu* Arsé-kun: *it does say detective. this is not new* Sheepy: Grif: Hmmmm... Sheepy: Grif: I see. You seemed shady so I just decided that you robbed people. Arsé-kun: Arséne: How rude. To imply I'd be a purse snatcher or some low life like that.. Sheepy: Grif: So I thought very hard about what gift you would like. Arsé-kun: *Fancy name or not, an orb is an orb. More physical and solid than Yog personally, and much more purple, but an orb is an orb* Sheepy: Grif: Do you like me more now because of my gift? My Relationships guide said that people will like me more if I give them gifts. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Sure. I suppose I appreciate it. Sheepy: Grif: I see. We're closer now. Sheepy: Grif: Soon I will unlock 1 Bond Heart. Arsé-kun: Randy: you can just give offsets of sothoth to people in physical form... Jesus christ how horrifying. Nyar, is this the shit you deal with? Sheepy: Nyar: He tries to slaughter me when he sees me because he thinks I'm a mini boss. Arsé-kun: Arséne: No boss battles in my office. Sheepy: Grif: I look forward to your respawn times, but camping your corpse prevents others from farming you. Sheepy: Nyar: Have you ever considered that you have no friends because you say horrible things with a straight face? Arsé-kun: Yog: *unhelpfully from Seir* At least I never taught him to T-bag. Sheepy: Nyar: If you had, I wouldn't be so tolerant...! Sheepy: Grif: Your drops are rare. Sheepy: Nyar: If you want stuff, just ask for it! Sheesh! Sheepy: Grif: No, if I eviscerate you, I can get drops without speaking to you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: No pvp in my office!! Sheepy: Grif: I see... Sheepy: Grif: Can I at least bond with you? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You already are. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Good. This makes me happy. Sheepy: Grif: I can introduce you to someone you haven't met. Sheepy: Grif: *he lifts up Elyan* It's Elyan. Sheepy: Grif: He's a bird. Sheepy: Grif: As you can see, over half of tbe lengrh of his body is his tail. What a fancy bird. Sheepy: Nyar: That's not a bird. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Looks like a bird. It's a bird. Sheepy: Nyar: If it's a bird, it's a waterfowl. Arsé-kun: Arséne: In return.. *he exits scene and returns with Pepper* This is Pepper. He is very small. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Pepper is cute. Sheepy: Grif: Is Pepper related to, eh... Sheepy: Grif:...*he does bunny ears with his pointer fingers above his head* Sheepy: Grif: "Run awayyy~" Sheepy: Grif: Bors Slayer. Sheepy: Grif: If not, he's much cuter. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Unlikely? Sheepy: Grif: I see. Good. Pepper is cute. Sheepy: Nyar: Why do you have that? Sheepy: Grif: Elyan's my friend. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So what I'm getting out of this is that isn't a bird. Sheepy: Grif: He's a bird. He's Elyan. Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's what I thought. Sheepy: Grif: He does normal bird things. Like pecking at things. And absorbing sources of water. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Is the word you want "Drinking"? Sheepy: Grif: ...? Sheepy: Grif: Do you have a water source? Arsé-kun: Arséne: We have a kitchen sink? Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: I will show you. Come, come. *Grif heads to the kitchen* Arsé-kun: *Randy pinches the bridge of his (own) nose and grumbles* Arsé-kun: Randy: ...a'nhash ya l'nafl-mnahn’ul ult Sheepy: Nyar: Hey, don’t say that where he can hear you. Sheepy: Nyar: He’ll take that seriously. Arsé-kun: Randy: He'll be next on line to break me in half like a kit kat bar. Sheepy: Nyar: Great. Arsé-kun: Randy: I still owe Hast at least three ribs and Cxa wants to vore me. That doesn't even begin to cover what I owe Y'Gonads... Sheepy: Nyar: That’s your problem. Arsé-kun: Randy: :') Sheepy: Nyar: What can I do? Sheepy: Grif: Worry not. Give me your ribs and I’ll deliver them. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... They're attached to my spine and Dad said no dismembering in the house. Sheepy: Grif:...Just snap them off...? Sheepy: Grif: They grow back. Just like my cousin's arm did. It's metal now, but it should work just as fine. Arsé-kun: *I don't have the words to describe the face he's making* Sheepy: Nyar:...Like, a prosthetic arm? Sheepy: Grif: No, it's made of metal, not prosthetic. Arsé-kun: Yog: it's prosthetic. Sheepy: Grif: I see...A metal looking material called prosthetic. Sheepy: Nyar:..... Arsé-kun: Randy: ..... Sheepy: Nyar: Are you intentionally incompe....Eh, twisting my words? Sheepy: Grif: I cannot twist your words unless you write them down. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... A prosthetic is a replacement limb. What it is made of does not matter. You now learned a thing. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: [Prosthetic Limb added to Dictionary] Arsé-kun: *arsene checks on the bird in the sink* Sheepy: *There is no water in the sink despite the tap being on and the drain being covered...* Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Arsé-kun: *Randy continues to look like 0:21 of Gamly Gramply from 2016 while this happens* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Are you enjoying that? Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Sheepy: *Elyan looks cozy!* Sheepy: Nyar: Hey Randy, wanna play "guess the Eldritch Abomination"? Or should I spoil who that is? Sheepy: Nyar: Although, I guess he isn't an abomination... Arsé-kun: Randy: Give me a hint. Sheepy: Nyar: It's a Great Old One and water based. Arsé-kun: Randy: That is... Shockingly unhelpful. Sheepy: Nyar: Okay, it's literally made of water. Arsé-kun: Randy: Oh, that's Cath.. No, wait. Sheepy: Nyar: You're close! Arsé-kun: Randy: Cthhhh...aaaaaaaat? Sheepy: Nyar: Yup! Arsé-kun: Randy: That's a Great old one? I thought they were a minor deity.. Sheepy: Nyar: Well, it's water. Sheepy: Nyar: Don't worry, Lupin. Cthaat's not very intelligent and likes humans. So they should be harmless. Sheepy: Elyan: *he doesn't seem interested in the conversation. cozy* Sheepy: Nyar: They might watch you but their brain is probably just printer noises. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... So it's a regular bird but water? Sheepy: Nyar: Yup. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Good to know. Sheepy: Grif: He's my friend. Sheepy: Grif:...Ah, my Main Quest updated. I have to go to the lake. Sorry to cut this short. Let's socialize again soon, Lupin. Sheepy: *Grif rushes out with Elyan!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... what Sheepy: *Meanwhile, at the lake...* Arsé-kun: Fou: fou? Sheepy: Bedi: Kay, did you find anything? Arsé-kun: Kay: *sopping wet and having just walked out of the lake* sword's gone Sheepy: Bedi: What?! ...B-but what about his body? Arsé-kun: Kay: Just a body?? A rock? A gravesite???? A fucking cross to hang myself on???? What was I supposed to be looking for?!?! Sheepy: Bedi:....I, I apologize... Um... Sheepy: Bedi: His body is in there. I know, because, um, I put it there. Sheepy: Bedi: Did grave robbers get to it... Is it still there? Arsé-kun: Kay: *he groans and turns around to stomp back down the lake shore* Whatever, I don't know. Let me look again. Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you, Kay. I appreciate it. Arsé-kun: *Kay continues complaining under his breath, even as he goes under the surface. Good bye Kay* Sheepy: *Merlin's phone starts ringing!* Arsé-kun: *DON'T STOP, MAKE IT POP, DJ BLOW MY SPEAKERS UP, TONIGHT, IMMA-♫* Arsé-kun: Merlin: jesus fucking hoes *he picks up* Yeah, what's up? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Hey, there's two kids here wiith a sword. Pretty sure it's the sword we're looking for. Arsé-kun: Merlin: What do you MEAN there's kids with a sword??? Follow them! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yeah, yeah, I am. The girl looks like she's related to Arthur, so I'm guessing she's a descendant. I guess genes work in mysterious, plot convenient ways... The boy's got obnoxious Kay feels. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Just what we need. Two of them. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yup. Sheepy: Myrrdin: How long am I supposed to follow them for...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Until we can catch up to confirm that it really is the sword..! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Right, sounds good. Sheepy: Bedi: We should rush. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And ditch Kay? He'll kill us. Sheepy: Bedi:...Hmm, I guess so... Sheepy: Bedi: Um...How should we work this...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You go, I'll wait. Sheepy: Bedi: Right! Sheepy: *Bedi rushes to find the two!* Sheepy: ?: ...Um, are you okay? You've been following me for a while... You look tired. Do you need help? Arsé-kun: ??: ..... Have I been..? My deepest apologies, dear lass. I did not mean to do so.. Sheepy: ?: It's fine. Are you okay? I can help you. Arsé-kun: ??: I suppose...? I am in one piece at least... I think.. Sheepy: ?: You're kind of floaty. Sheepy: ?: ...Oh! You must be the ghost in this sword, right? I felt a pull to it. Was that you? Arsé-kun: ??: Sword.... Ah! *he has spotted the sword finally* Yes, that sword was once mine. Sheepy: ?: Really? Who are you? My name is Aru. I pulled this sword out of a rock. Arsé-kun: ??: Arthur. A pleasure to meet you. *he bows, but as he's floating, he goes Too far and ends up tumbling over himself in midair. He adjusts himself quickly but it still happened. How Embarrassing!* Sheepy: Aru: Oh, so that's how a ghost trips! Sheepy: Aru: Oh, Arthur... King Arthur, pulling a sword...So this is Excalibur, and that's where Sir Bedivere must've tossed the sword... And by pulling it, i woke you up. Arsé-kun: Arthur: *he looks confused about how he accomplished that* ... Sir Bedivere returned Excalibur to Lady Vivian's lake.... Or so he told me... Sheepy: Aru: That's how the story goes. Sheepy: Aru: But that's where I found the sword. Sheepy: Aru: So unless someone moved it, either that's her lake or he threw it into the wrong lake. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... *he looks around* .. This is not Vivan's lake. .... How queer. Sheepy: Aru: Hmm...Well, that story's old enough that we can't ask him anymore. Sheepy: Aru: But the story said that he lied a few times before he finally returned it for real. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Then I suppose he did. He was never a good liar. Sheepy: Aru: So someone must have moved it...And you didn't wake up? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Mayhaps I did. If so, I certainly am not recalling it.. Sheepy: Aru: I guess it's a mystery... Sheepy: Aru: Do you want it back? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I would, but it has been drawn by someone new. Therefore, unless absolutely required, I believe it is yours. Sheepy: Aru:...Umm, good thing that it doesn't choose kings anymore! Hahaha... Arsé-kun: Arthur: ....? That no longer applies? Sheepy: Aru: I'm still in high school. I can't become any kind of ruler... Sheepy: Aru: Maybe it wanted Cain...? He's older than me by a few years and is fairly dependable. Sheepy: Aru: But I don't really hear about kings and queens anymore. Now we just elect political officials to make laws for us! ...Oh, I guess you only woke up, right? So when you're more with it, I can tell you about the current world. Sheepy: Aru: Since we'll be sticking together, later I'll tell you more about myself too! And you can tell me more about yourself if you want. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That sounds good. For now, I'm content to observe what has changed. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Which seems to be quite a bit. I barely recognize the surroundings at all. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That's to be expected, but it couldn't have been that long... What has it been, one hundred years? Perhaps two hundred? Sheepy: Aru: It's the year 2020. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... .... .... We survived this long? That's amazing! Sheepy: Aru: Yup! I can tell you what your surroundings are, too! They must be very different. Sheepy: *Aru points to a car* Sheepy: Aru: That's a car. It's basically a manmade horse, but it can go twice as fast and doesn't need food nor water. Just fuel called "gasoline". Arsé-kun: Arthur: Then whatever did we do with the horses? We still have those, yes? Sheepy: Aru: Now people keep them as pets and race them against each other for sport. Sometimes people bet on them. Sheepy: Aru: You can also go places that let you ride horses. I have a few times with Cain, but... Sheepy: Aru: Cain gets too excited on them and they panic. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That is a shame. I would have thought horses would mellow over the years. Sheepy: Aru: .....? Sheepy: Aru: No, they're bred to be more anxious now. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Why? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of being dependable? Sheepy: Aru: They don't fight in combat anymore, so... Arsé-kun: Arthur: What about hounds? Are they still dependable? Sheepy: Aru: Depends on the breed. Sheepy: Aru: They're kept as pets mostly. Rarely are they ever used to hunt nor guard things. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... Cats? Sheepy: Aru: They're kept as pets too generally. They think they rule the household, which they'd be right about. Arsé-kun: Arthur: So that hasn't changed. Sheepy: Aru: Yeah. Sheepy: Aru: I saw a dog with a mustache a bit back. Arsé-kun: Arthur: :O Sheepy: Aru: Cain's roommate has a cat. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... May I request to see them? Sheepy: Aru: Yeah, I can show you his cat! Arsé-kun: Arthur: :) Sheepy: Aru: We have a lot of animals you probably haven't seen before! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Then I am willing to wager in return that I've seen animals you have not. Sheepy: Aru: Really? Sheepy: Aru: Like the dodo? Sheepy: Aru: Those are extinct. Arsé-kun: Arthur: the What? Sheepy: Aru: Oh, I guess not. Sheepy: Aru: It was a huge flightless bird. It's extinct now! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... What about bears? I believe that population was rather low in my time. Sheepy: Aru: There's tons of bears. Sheepy: Aru: Maybe not right around here, but there's all sorts of bears and they live all over the world. Sheepy: Aru: You can find a few at the local zoo...Oh, you've never been to the zoo. Arsé-kun: Arthur: What is a zoo? And do bears live in the sea? Sheepy: Aru: A zoo is where they put all sorts of animals so they can rehabilitate endamgered species and let people see them and learn about them. Sheepy: Aru: There's water bears, but, um... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Do they... Do they.... Sheepy: Aru: Do they? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Do they have salamanders? Sheepy: Aru: Yes. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That's wonderful. Sheepy: Aru: They're cute! Sheepy: Aru: But you don't have to worry about water bears because you can't see them! There's probably even a few nearby! Arsé-kun: Arthur: dear god. Sheepy: Aru: Huh? Arsé-kun: Arthur: they're invisible water bears?? Sheepy: Aru: Well, they're so small that you can't see them. Arsé-kun: Arthur: They are bugs? Sheepy: Aru: They're a micro-animal. Umm...I don't think they're bugs, but they have eight legs. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ??? ???? ??????? Sheepy: Aru: They live everywhere! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Tiny invisible ocean bears.... Arsé-kun: Arthur: *looking around, and slightly past Aru* .... What about wizards? Are they extinct yet? Sheepy: Aru: No, I guess not. Sheepy: Aru: There are people who imitate them. They're fairly popular... In fact, "Merlin" has basically become synonymous with "wizard"! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Correct- Arsé-kun: *Arthur is cut off by the Excalibur lighting up and zapping some poor sod behind Aru that tried to grab it. Goodbye, Merlin. You absolutely deserved that.* Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... At this rate, they will go extinct. Sheepy: Aru:?! Who are you?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: According to you just now, the essential wizard! *he's got his hair in front of his face like a beard. Merlin. Merlin. you stop that* The Excalibur is still in perfect working order! Sheepy: Aru:....? Sheepy: Aru: But isn't Merlin supposed to be dead? Arsé-kun: Merlin: "Supposed to" is the key words here, young miss! :) :) :) Sheepy: Aru: But...Vivian?... Arsé-kun: *Merlin shudders* Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Please inform his partner in crime I can see him as well. Myrrdin is not subtle. Sheepy: Aru: There's more than one Merlin?! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Three. They share the role of court mage with different areas of expertise. Why, does history only name the one? Sheepy: Aru: Yes. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That is tragic. Sheepy: Myrrdin: I don't see nor hear him... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Touch the vessel of the soul. Touch the sword, do it now. Sheepy: Myrrdin: *he touches the sword* --Gghhhk! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I would now like to repeat myself. Wizards will go extinct. Sheepy: Myrrdin: I did it for you! How hurtful! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Even when doing things for me, that has not... ... *processing* Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he pushes his hair off his face and glances upwards* I want to cry, but my eyeliner cost forty-eight dollars... We've been waiting for a day like this..! Sheepy: Aru: Is that why you were watching me from behind a car? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It was! And it seems the Excalibur likes you, so we are not able to do anything about this. Sheepy: Aru:...Likes me? I don't have to become a king, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: No, of course not. Swords distributed by a watery tart is no means for a system of government. Sheepy: Aru: ....No surprise you like that movie. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, but the Sword in the Stone is my favorite! Sheepy: Aru: Really? Because you're in it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: .. That is a helpful factor, but not the cause! Sheepy: Aru: What is? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Now, now, if I get into that, it may last all day! Sheepy: *A brunette with a messy mullet comes running over!* Sheepy: ?: Sheesh, you're so slow, Aru! Go talk to strangers later! ...W-wait, no! Don't talk to strangers at all!!! Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're strangely unconcerned that this girl has a sword. Sheepy: ?: Well, duh, we pulled it out! I loosened it for her! So it's "we"!! Sheepy: ?: I don't get why she's gotta carry it, though. She said it's so light! Meanwhile, it stung me a ton! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Is this Kay..?? Sheepy: Myrrdin: The girl looks a lot like you and her name is similar... Sheepy: Myrrdin: And this guy's name is Cain... Cai... ...Kay. Huh. Sheepy: Myrrdin: It really is just Arthur and Kay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: How interesting! He's not nearly as horrible as the original. Sheepy: Cain: What're you rambling about...? You're creeping me out! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Your sister has taken ownership of my sword, so a comparison of my own brother was made to you. ... Try not to grab at the sword too much. Sheepy: Cain: ...Eh?! Arsé-kun: Arthur: It is far more damaging outside of the water. Sheepy: Cain: Gh-ghost....! Arsé-kun: Merlin: *FREE FOOD!* Sheepy: Cain: Aru...! H-how many times do I gotta tell you?! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ...? Oh, I suppose you're right. Hm. Sheepy: Cain: Stop befriending ghosts! They're so freaky! Arsé-kun: Merlin: If it makes you feel better, he's the only ghost here! :D Sheepy: Cain: First that Mordred creep, now...Who are you?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm Merlin, he's Myrrdin, and what do you MEAN Mordred is still around?? Sheepy: Cain: He's some obnoxious ghost Aru picked up! He likes playing pranks on us! Aru always lets him get away wih it, too...! Sheepy: Aru: I don't know, I think he's fairly endearing. Sheepy: Aru: So far he's been harmless. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can already hear the impending arguments about exorcising the traitor. Sheepy: Aru: Well, um... Sheepy: Aru: Arthur, I need to tell you something important. Sheepy: Aru: Umm... The ghosts at the dorm are probably predominantly people you know because of how close it was to where your final battle took place. Sheepy: Aru: I was so excited about meeting you that I forgot to tell you. I'm sorry. That was selfish of me. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ...... ........ *he was stuck on the Mordred part until now, and he visibly pales* Thank... You..? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Dear diary, today I learned that ghosts can get pale. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Ghosts can look like they've seen a ghost! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Dear diary, today I lost my diary, so I'm writing this on the back of both my copies of Kung Fu Panda! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Everyone was kung fu fighting... Sheepy: Aru: But don't worry, I'll protect you! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ..... Not sure how you will, but you may.... Try...? Sheepy: Aru: I know how to deal with them. Sheepy: Aru: There's one face you should be happy about seeing at least! Sheepy: Aru: Your butler, Sir Lucan. He's a bit stiff but he's surprisingly helpful with homework. It turns out that he reads my textbooks while I'm not using them... Sheepy: Aru: I haven't seen Sir Lancelot, Sir Bedivere, umm... Sheepy: Aru: Well, a lot, I guess. Although if Sir Bedivere's ghost is sticking around, I'd guess it'd be by your grave rather than his... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lancelot has been involved in some... Shenanigans, let's say. Sheepy: Bedi: Merliiin! Have you found anythi...?! Sheepy: Aru: Shenanigans like that? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Y'know? I think we may have. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And yes. Like this. Sheepy: Aru: ...Hmm, Sir Lancelot looks, um, less... Sheepy: Aru:...Berserk than I was expecting. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, this is Bedi. Sheepy: Aru: Huh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Like this, but this is Bedi. Lancelot's doing who knows what. I'm not his boss. Sheepy: *Bedi hesitantly approaches Arthur, shocked, before stopping in his tracks and kneeling, his head down* Sheepy: Aru: Oh, I see. Sheepy: Cain: Why are you so relaxed about this?! Arsé-kun: *Arthur kneels down to Bedi's level and pats his shoulder (or tries)* Sheepy: Bedi: My King...I...B-because of me...You cannot find rest even in death...! Instead of returning your sword, I lied to you twice...! Even though I returned it... There's no way you could rest knowing your final moments were full of lies... I'm sorry... Sheepy: *Bedi's crying... a rare sight!* Arsé-kun: Arthur: I can't say I didn't doubt you briefly upon returning, but that would not be your doing. I knew my favorite knight would do the right thing. *pat, pat* Please do not cry, Bedivere. The court excuses your sin. Sheepy: Bedi:...Wh-what...? Sheepy: Bedi: F...favorite.... ...Even after everything... You still consider me your knight? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Whyever would I not? Do you doubt yourself that much, good Sir? Sheepy: Bedi:...I... Sheepy: Bedi: I thought I was a disgrace not worthy to be called a knight after my actions... Arsé-kun: Arthur: If I never took any other knight's titles for their disgraces, why would I have taken yours? Sheepy: Bedi: Because I was not worthy of it in the first place. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That is most certainly wrong. I won't hear another word of this until you change your mind. Is that clear, Sir Knight? Sheepy: Bedi: I'm sorry. I spoke out of place. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Accepted. Please do not be so hard on yourself. You've done so well. Sheepy: Bedi:....! Sheepy: Bedi:....I've...done well....? Arsé-kun: Arthur: You've done so well. Can I continue to depend on you? Sheepy: Bedi:....! Sheepy: Bedi: Of course...! If you wish me to...! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I would appreciate it. Sheepy: Bedi: Just as I have lived to become a knight you could depend on...I will not pass until you no longer desire my assistance...! Sheepy: Myrrdin:...Phew, I thought he was a goner for sure. Nice save. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ....? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Oh, right. You wouldn't know. Sheepy: Myrrdin: He's not dead. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Rather, he never died. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Was this your work? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Eh, we helped keep him animated, I guess? We didn't give him extra years and we didn't make him immortal. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Since the soul can remain alive long after the body has turned to stone!...Of course, we aren't going to let it turn to stone. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So, that's functionally immortal but not actually. He'd stick around for you even if we didn't. *Merlin is strangely bitter about this* Sheepy: Myrrdin: He's keeping his soul alive all of these years later from his love for you. Sheepy: Myrrdin: He feels like he needs to become a knight you could praise and depend on and refuses to die until he becomes that... So when you implied he'd accomplished that, well, I could feel him wavering some. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I certainly did not want to kill him. Why give up now when he's made it this far? Sheepy: Myrrdin: 'Cause everyone's gotta die eventually I guess? Don't ask me. Arsé-kun: Arthur: But you're still here, and so is Merlin.... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Hey, we're not fully human, so we're an exception to the rule.. Sheepy: Myrrdin:...But, yeah, you're right. It's kind of cruel, in a way. Sheepy: Bedi:...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's hard watching humans come and go. It's hard watching them grow old and their memory fail.. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yup. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yeah, if I got emotionally invested in someone and they forgot important things about me? It'd kinda hurt... Arsé-kun: Merlin: That would hurt so much. Imagine that, but nothing you do about it works. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yeah... Sheepy: Myrrdin:...Life's kinda cruel! Arsé-kun: Merlin: So is the lake twat! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Y-ugh!!!! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Gosh! Sheepy: Bedi: *he appears confused...* Sheepy: Bedi: Did you go through that before, Merlin? Sheepy: Bedi: Don't worry. I won't do that to you. *he smiles innocently...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Don't do this to me, babe. Please. Sheepy: Bedi:....? Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize... I won't pry again. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's not... ... Okay, you guys do whatever, I'm gonna peel off to go drain some innocent people of happiness so I can hold up my facade of being a functional human and then yell at Kay for being slow as shiiiiit! Sheepy: Bedi:...? Merlin, are you alright? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Nope! *peace, peace* Sheepy: Bedi: Do you want to talk about it? Or do you just want some time to yourself? Arsé-kun: Merlin: This would be the fourth time this month I'd be explaining it to you, hun. Sheepy: Bedi:... Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize. Sheepy: Bedi: If there's anything I can do... Sheepy: Bedi: Please tell me. I will help you in my greatest capacity. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You can start by helping the King and making sure we don't completely fuck up the lives of some cute children. Sheepy: Bedi:...Right! I will do my best. Arsé-kun: *Merlin fingerguns and peels off to go back the way they came* Sheepy: Bedi: Hm...What did I do wrong... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Sorry you had to see all that, Arthur. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I'm... I'm still sorting all of this out. Did... Did he say Kay? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yup. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Is he like Bedivere, but angrier? Sheepy: Bedi: We aren't at all alike but he is my dearest friend. Sheepy: Myrrdin: No, Grif dragged him here via time travel. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... I feel like that is unnatural. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Eh, it's Grif. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... This is very true. Sheepy: Myrrdin: He was in the lake looking for the sword. Sheepy: Bedi:...... Sheepy: Bedi: Right, he found your grave instead... Sheepy: Bedi: I was certain I buried you above ground... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Poor Kay... If he was brought to now, then did he have time to grieve..? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Nope. Arsé-kun: Arthur: How cruel and natural for Griflet. Sheepy: Myrrdin: It didn't even truly hit him you were dead until recently. Sheepy: Myrrdin: It's Grif. Sheepy: Myrrdin: He doesn't care about anyone's feelings but his own. Sheepy: Myrrdin: I recently learned that he didn't actually know the laws of chivalry. Arsé-kun: Arthur: One of my advisors couldn't read, but I didn't mind reminding him of rules. He had good ideas sometimes. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yeah, he couldn't read either... Oh, unless you were talking about Grif? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Grif, good ideas? Nah... that can't be him. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ....*snnnrrrkkk* Sheepy: Myrrdin: He follows a guide on how to make friends. Arsé-kun: Arthur: He got one? Good for him. Sheepy: Myrrdin: He stinks at it, but he's putting in the effort. Sheepy: Myrrdin: He gave me a shiny rock earlier and then punched me when he decided I didn't like it. Arsé-kun: Arthur: So it's exactly the same? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yup. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Oh, and where's Meril? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Uh, it's awkward. He's trapped in a bar. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Like a tavern? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yup. Sheepy: Myrrdin: He tends it. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Unfortunately, I won't be able to visit, then. Kids cannot enter taverns. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Hmmmm... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Well, it's not a real tavern. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Although...kids aren't allowed in or around bars, right? Sheepy: Myrrdin: If Excalibur's passed to Bedi when you want to visit, it should be fine. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Would that work..? Sheepy: Myrrdin: I guess you can't swap to possessing his arm... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Well, he tossed it, so he should be able to borrow it. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... ? oH, I never noticed his arm among all else happening..! Sheepy: Bedi: Merlin made it for me. It's based after the Excalibur. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I'll have to compliment him when he comes back. It looks fantastic. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. It's very useful. Sheepy: Bedi:...I wonder if Merlin"s okay. Sheepy: Bedi: I don't understand what I did wrong, but I need to make sure not to do it again. Sheepy: Myrrdin: ...Uhuh. I can explain later, although... I'm not sure that I'm the best person to do so. Arsé-kun: Kay: Since when are you good at anything? *pbbbbt* Get fucked. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Kay..! Arsé-kun: Kay: Gross, a floating Wart! Arsé-kun: Kay: It's almost like nothing's happened, but you're floating and I can punch through you like a wet scroll! Arsé-kun: Kay: And you can keep up underwater now, you ominous prick, isn't that neat?! Arsé-kun: *Kay is excited but trying to hide it. All that upset about Arthur being gone, but he's right here!* Arsé-kun: Arthur: !!! Sheepy: Bedi: Kay...? When did you get here? ..Oh, Merlin must've told you that the King was here so you rushed over! Sheepy: Myrrdin:...He came with us when we went to the lake... Sheepy: Bedi: Eh?! Arsé-kun: Kay: I go into the water one time and you forget about me?? Daaamn, you senile? Do you need to retire, old man Bedivere?? Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Shoot, low blow, Kay. Just don’t say that sort of stuff around Merlin. It eats him up enough as it is. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, fuck him too. Bastard. Sheepy: Myrrdin: But, to answer your question... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Basically, he is ending up that way it seems like. I guess humans simply aren’t supposed to live this long. Sheepy: Bedi: No. That’s not true. Arsé-kun: Kay: It ain't? Then what's your opinion, Bed? Sheepy: Bedi: I’ve always been on the forgetful side, so this isn’t new. That’s my opinion, anyway. Sheepy: Bedi: Unless you meant on something else..? Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I mean, you're right, but not this bad. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, I know. You're so goddamn excited about your King that nothing else matters, huh? Sheepy: Bedi:...! Yes, I suppose so. Sheepy: Bedi: Maybe that's why Merlin left? The excitement was too much for him...? Arsé-kun: Kay: We gotta get you a menu like Grif has. Then you can look back to see what the fuck you were doing. Sheepy: Bedi: Menu? That thing he has? Arsé-kun: Kay: That's what he says it's called. Sheepy: Bedi: I see. Sheepy: Bedi: Do you have one, Kay? Arsé-kun: Kay: No. I can remember what I'm doing for more than an hour, unlike him. Sheepy: Bedi: Is his memory bad too...? Maybe it just runs in the family... Although Lucan's was caused by a bad head injury... Arsé-kun: Kay: Lucan had an excuse to be a moron. Grif absolutely does not. Arsé-kun: Kay: So anyone wanna tell me why we're following some babies? Sheepy: Grif: --Kaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!! Arsé-kun: Kay: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Sheepy: Grif: I found a shiny rock for you! And a bird. But I already ate that. Arsé-kun: Kay: Um. Good work. Sheepy: Grif: You can have the shiny rock. *he gives Kay a pebble, visibly proud of himself* I found this just for you, so you better treasure it. Arsé-kun: *Kay looks at the pebble. ah yes. this rock is made out of rock* Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Hello, Griflet. Sheepy: Grif: Hm? Sheepy: Grif: Hello, Mr. Ghost. Sheepy: Grif: Oh, you're the King. Sheepy: Grif: So I was right on my predictions. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, I guess so! Apparently! Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Um, aren't you excited at all? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Wise dragon of the rocks, do you have any advice? Sheepy: Grif: Please remember something important about possession. Sheepy: Grif: What ghost in must ghost out. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Thank you for the jest and advice, Advisor. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: Ah. Yes. Another thing. Sheepy: Grif: You are weak to salt, so make sure to stay away from Sir Agravain if he makes his appearance. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Good to know. Thank you. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... Right. Your cor... Oh. Is that spoilers... Sheepy: Grif: Well, wait until the time has come to learn that information. If I tell you, it might detract from shock value... Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Griflet, what are you talking about? Sheepy: Bedi: Will you really hide..."spoilers" for shock value...? From the king, as his advisor? Sheepy: Grif: It's not information he needs until he needs it. Sheepy: Grif: And when the necessary dialogue is unlocked, he'll get what he needs. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Telling someone spoilers is how you ruin a timeline~~ Arsé-kun: Merlin: I would know. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's why I don't share everything I see! If I did, we'd be spiraling into something we'd be unprepared for! Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: I need to prepare for what my menu tells me. But I can’t spoil things. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, Merlin, you’re back...! Sheepy: Grif: However, I can tell you a comprehensive list of every knight currently alive to my reasonable knowledge. Sheepy: Grif: Every knight before you along with Sir Lancelot. The Queen is also still around. Presumably due to contracts they’ve formed. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And Meril! He's just busy with a day job. Sheepy: Grif: Is being trapped in a bar a day job? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's a job he has, and it's during the day. Sheepy: Grif: ... Sheepy: Grif: But he mostly just sleeps... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Minimum customers, minimum work! Sheepy: Grif: Like making a sandwich by simply eating the materials individually. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I mean, sure! Sheepy: Grif: Do you? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Heck, sometimes. Sheepy: Grif: You eat the meat. The meat. The vegetable. The cheese. The meat. Sheepy: Bedi: Where's the bread? Sheepy: Grif: You eat your sandwich with bread? Sheepy: Bedi: A sandwich needs bread. Sheepy: Grif: Wrong, a sandwich is anything that has a top, a bottom, and a middle. Arsé-kun: Merlin: A sandwich is defined as food that is held in one hand and between two slices of bread! Sheepy: Grif: You are weak. Sheepy: Grif: I will eat your sandwiches without the bread. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Joke's on you, it's all bread. Sheepy: Grif: You weak, foolish man. You rely on bread so heavily you cannot see that a sandwich is nothing without its insides. Sheepy: Grif: You see only the outside and have no comprehension of the inside. Arsé-kun: Merlin: No, I mean a piece of fairy bread between slices of toast. It's all bread. Bitch. Sheepy: Grif:....Fairy bread? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, actual fae not included. It's just a name for bread with sprinkles. Sheepy: Grif: Hey Paimon. Define Sprinkle. Arsé-kun: Yog: There are several definitions, but I understand which you want. Arsé-kun: Yog: "Sprinkles" are defined as: tiny sugar shapes, typically rods and balls, used for decorating cakes, ice cream, and other desserts. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: So fairy bread is a sprinkle sandwich. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Basically! Sheepy: Grif: A depression sandwich. So it has a depression in the middle to store the sprinkles. Arsé-kun: Merlin: D: Sheepy: Grif: ? Arsé-kun: Arthur: What is a depression? Sheepy: Grif: Depression. Noun. A concave area on a surface.... Sheepy: Grif: No. Wait. Sheepy: Grif: Depression. Noun. A common and serious medical condition that affects the way you act, feel, and think. Sheepy: Grif: Symptoms: Mood swings, sadness, pain, trouble sleeping, lack of energy... Eh... Sheepy: Grif:.... Sadness... Sheepy: Grif: Example use: "Merlin has depression". Arsé-kun: Merlin: I came here to have a good time and I am feeling SO attacked right now! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Um. Yes, thank you. Sheepy: Grif: Congratulations. Sheepy: Grif: Merlin. Sheepy: Grif: Are you ready for a gift? Arsé-kun: Merlin: is it a rock. Sheepy: Grif: Behold. A book. Sheepy: *Merlin receives a picture book of frogs.* Sheepy: Grif: It's a book on frogs. I bought it for you because you're like a frog so you might find comfort in seeing frogs. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I don't get it at all, but thanks! Arsé-kun: *slight bond increase* Sheepy: Grif: You look around for mates, you get disoriented by bright lights, you sing, and you eat the occasional fly. ....Ha. Ha. Ha. The last one is a joke. Sheepy: Grif: Ha. Ha. Ha. Arsé-kun: *Arthur quietly laughs. Joke approved by the King* Sheepy: Grif: Do you like things? Tell me these things. Sheepy: Grif: I read that you will like me and be my friend if I give you gifts. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's not really a good way to have a stable relationship, but hey, what do I know? I'm not your weeb dad. Sheepy: Grif: Stable... Sheepy: Grif: Horse... Arsé-kun: Kay: i want my horse back Sheepy: Grif: ...Buddy... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Related, I have been informed horses of this time period are more prone to being nervous and scared. Is this true? Sheepy: Grif: I miss Buddy... Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Horses aren't used in combat anymore so they don't need as much courage. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That means horses have a lower mortality rate, then! Sheepy: Grif:....Oh, so I've been doing friendships wrong...Friends are too hard to make. I don't get it... Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose so...but if they break a leg while running races, they put them down. Sheepy: Grif: If I run out of gifts, nobody will be my friend anymore is the end result of giving gifts to boost bond points, hm. How do I make friends... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Down where? Sheepy: Bedi: Um... Sheepy: Bedi: They put them down, as in they put them to sleep with...Oh, right, you don't know about that. They kill them. Arsé-kun: Arthur: whhhhhhhhAT Sheepy: Bedi: Horses can't recover from it and it's excruciatingly painful, so... Sheepy: Bedi: They're killed. Arsé-kun: Kay: :v Sheepy: Grif: Buddy... Sheepy: Grif: I miss Buddy... Arsé-kun: Kay: Then ask your dad of magic to get your damn horse! Sheepy: Grif: Uh...But... Sheepy: Grif: It's different than us coming here. Arsé-kun: Kay: That horse has seen some shit. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: He'd been with me since the day I begged the King to let me become a knight... Sheepy: Grif: Merlin. You must teach me how to make friends later. Okay? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I can try, but I'm better at one night stands. Sheepy: Grif: I don't want that. Sheepy: Grif: I don't care about that. Sheepy: Grif: My Charisma is very low. My Charm is high. That is how I got a wife. Sheepy: Grif: I don't need your Charm boosts. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, but you need the Charisma to back up the Charm! You can't rely 100% on a charm working without a stat to back it up! Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Give me your Charisma. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You can't just HAVE my charisma! You're not an incubus! Sheepy: Grif: Teach me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why don't you ask your orb dad? I mean, he managed to have you, so he's gotta have some charisma, yeah? Sheepy: Grif: ? Sheepy: Grif: So you don't have enough charisma to teach me charisma? Arsé-kun: Merlin: What's your charisma now? Sheepy: Grif: 2. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... How much would you need, theoretically, to charm the pants off a stranger you've never met? Sheepy: Grif: Uh... Sheepy: Grif: 8. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Out of ten? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Come back when you're at 5. I can probably give you a boost from there. Sheepy: Grif: I consume Charisma books but get no buff. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Griflet, buddy. You need to read them. Eating them isn't very sexy of you. Sheepy: Grif: My wife loved me at first sight due to my high Charm, so I must be innately sexy. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's called a preference. Sheepy: Grif: No. My Charm is 7. Arsé-kun: Merlin: No wonder even muggles accept you so easily. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: I am like the man with a mysterious, otherwordly feel who immediately catches your eye due to my high charm. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But then you start speaking. Sheepy: Grif: But my charisma is low, so once someone interacts with me, I have difficulties knowing what to say and find myself stressed. Arsé-kun: Kay: That sounds like a personal problem! Sheepy: Grif: You're easy to talk to because you don't expect high charisma from me. Arsé-kun: Kay: Why would I? You're the guy who I spotted eating a chicken in my yard at 6 am. I liked that chicken. Sheepy: Grif: It tasted good... Arsé-kun: Kay: You ate Tiffany! Raw! Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Kay: I had to tell Wart a fox got her, you prick! Arsé-kun: Kay: I woulda gotten my ass WHOOPED if I told him I saw some sorta goblin bastard, and then dragged to church or some crap! Sheepy: Grif: Hmm. Sheepy: Grif: Well, I only ate one of your chickens. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... What is wrong with you? Sheepy: Grif: The only adult human figure in my life as a child was my mom, who abandoned me. So, of course when I learned from my dragom dad that dragons steal and consume livestock, I'd steal and consume livestock. Sheepy: Grif: The only adult human figure in my life as a child was my mom, who abandoned me. So, of course when I learned from my dragom dad that dragons steal and consume livestock, I'd steal and consume livestock. Sheepy: Grif: And eat what else I found. Sheepy: Grif: I stopped because I eventually got free food as a knight. Arsé-kun: Kay: Which you're welcome for, by the way, you ungrateful bastard! Sheepy: Grif:? Sheepy: Grif: All knights did, right? Sheepy: Grif: So why do I have to thank you? Arsé-kun: Kay: .... So anyway, are we there yet?? Sheepy: Grif: Why? Sheepy: Aru: Very close, yeah! Arsé-kun: Kay: How close, from "we can see it" to "it's only close to a giant"? Sheepy: Grif: I see. You dodge to question because you fear my response. Sheepy: Aru: We should see it...Oh, there it is! Sheepy: Grif: *stare* Arsé-kun: Merlin: This place gives me some bad juju. Sheepy: Grif: I will slay all ghosts. Sheepy: Myrrdin:....Yikes, I hate it here. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... It's like... ... Excuse me, you did mention Mordred, but how many other spirits are here, exactly? Sheepy: Cain: Too many! Sheepy: Aru: Sorry, I don't know the exact number. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's like a graveyard in here. Sheepy: Aru: Yes, that's accurate. Sheepy: Bedi: But why? Sheepy: Bedi: Why can't they pass on...? Sheepy: Aru: We're here! Arsé-kun: Kay: What are you nerds talking about?? Sheepy: Grif: Ghosts. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, is that it? It's that simple? Arsé-kun: *Kay turns to Arthur to try and be witty at him, but Arthur seems to be asleep right there, still in midair. Advantages to ghost.* Sheepy: Cain: Simple...? It's terrifying...! Sheepy: *In the bg, there's a blond shoving a man in a white suit into mud while cackling...* Sheepy: Aru: Mordred, stop bullying Lucan! We've talked about this! If you're bored and we're not around, do your share of the chores! Sheepy: Mordred: Gosh, you're dull! If I was king, people wouldn't have chores! But APPARENTLY Gawain's a better- Oh, hey, that's the king sword! I want that! Gimme, gimme! It's no fair that my descendents get to be king but I don't! Sheepy: Aru: What are you suppose to say? Sheepy: Mordred: Please, cheese! ...Schmease, whatever! I don't have to say please to you! Gimme the sword!!! Sheepy: Aru: *Stare* Sheepy: Mordred: *whine* ...Please. Sheepy: Aru: No. Sheepy: Mordred: Gosh, you're the WORST great great... etc, grandkid! More like UNGREAT grandkid!!! Heh! Arsé-kun: Kay: .... I'm pretty sure I lost more smarts hearing that than all of my drinking! You're not even funny, shut up! You're More Dreadful than the Cath Palug! Arsé-kun: Kay: You look like you crawled out of a children's book about goblins and you sound like it too! Arsé-kun: *Arthur continues pretending to sleep to avoid having to actually face Mordred for any reason. noooope* Arsé-kun: Kay: You can pull out a dictionary to define the word "goblin" and it'll just have a mirror! Sheepy: Mordred: Oh, shut up! At least I wasn’t gonna sit in the shadow of some trashy king forever! Meanwhile you just accepted your place as some servant to him despite being older. You’re such a wimp! Gosh! Arsé-kun: Kay: I wouldn't trust you with money! I'd rather fuck a dragon than trust you with money! Sheepy: Mordred: Psh! Like you’d trust Gawain any more with it! Sheepy: Mordred: Like, why Gawain of all people?! Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh what's he gonna do? Buy some more hookers?? At least he's honest! Sheepy: Aru: If Gawain was next in line, why didn’t you just target him instead? Whittle down all of Arthur’s next in lines until it came to you. Arsé-kun: Kay: You! I like you. You have a brain bigger than a squirrel's. Sheepy: Mordred: *thinking math lady* Sheepy: Mordred: ........... Sheepy: Aru: Thank you. I didn’t catch your name. My name is Aru and this is Cain. You are...? Arsé-kun: *Kay pauses to introduce himself, and then goes back to insulting Mordred. yknow the usual* Sheepy: Mordred: Y’mean I could’a just... What the heck?! Mom didn’t tell me that! Gosh, nobody tells me ANYTHING in this house!!! Arsé-kun: Kay: Gee, wonder why! It's almost like you're a tattletail pussy snitch! Sheepy: Mordred: Mom told me to kill Arthur to become king...!!! Seriously, why did nobody think to tell me to go for Gawain instead?! Arsé-kun: Kay: Because you'd have been like "HM NO IM STUBBORN HURRRRR". Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif, give me a weapon to stab this bitch with. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: *Grif pulls out a Christmas themed chainsaw* Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Grif, what is that? Sheepy: Grif: It plays Deck the Halls when you rev it. Arsé-kun: Kay: But does it hit ghosts? Sheepy: Grif: Deck the halls with blood and gore-y, fa la la la la, la la la la. Sheepy: Grif: It was used to exorcise the Ghost of Christmas End. Arsé-kun: Kay: Don't care, how does it work Sheepy: Grif: Which, as the name implies, slaughters to end Christmas due to being trapped next to a shopping mall and having to listen to Christmas music from October to December every year for over thirty years. Sheepy: Grif: Brrrr, brrr. Sheepy: Grif: And then slice, slice. Sheepy: Grif: Understand? Sheepy: Mordred: Hey, Grif, I’ll give you an apple not to exorcise me...!!! Sheepy: Grif: ..... Sheepy: Grif: ............. Sheepy: Grif: Two. Arsé-kun: Kay: You heard the man! Two or perish! Sheepy: Mordred: I’m not made of money! Merlin, I’m being tormented in my OWN HOME! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah? What do you want me to do about it? Sheepy: Mordred: Stop them. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And fuckin' die?? Sheepy: Mordred: Sure, whatever! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Lady Aru, your ghost is bullying me. Sheepy: Aru: He bullies everyone. Sheepy: Aru: ... Sheepy: Aru: Mordred, you’re grounded. Sheepy: Mordred: The heck?! You can’t ground me! I’m older than you! I should be able to ground you! Arsé-kun: Kay: You're grounded. Sheepy: Mordred: You’re the worst uncle ever! Arsé-kun: Kay: At least I'm not Merlin! Sheepy: Mordred: Merlin’s no uncle! Arsé-kun: Kay: I'm still better than he is. Sheepy: Mordred: No! Arsé-kun: Merlin: get positively DUNKED ON, Kay! eat my dust! Arsé-kun: Kay: ??? ??? ??? ?? Sheepy: Mordred: Yeah! Arsé-kun: Arthur: *IF I MOVE SLOWLY ENOUGH AND DON'T LOOK AT MORDRED, HE WILL NOT SEE ME* Sheepy: Mordred: ...Hey! Sheepy: Mordred: Why’s he here?! You absolute traitor! You brought him here, didn’t you?! Sheepy: Aru: Of all the objects he’d be attached to, which do you think it’d be? Sheepy: Mordred: *blank stare* Sheepy: Mordred: His crown, ‘cuz he cared way more about being a dumb, useless king than a dad! Yup, nailed it! Gosh, I’m a geniu- Sheepy: Aru: Do you see a crown on me? Sheepy: Mordred: ...Eh... Sheepy: Mordred: Whatever! Go away, old man, this is my kingdom! You can’t stay here! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ...... *he slowly turns his head to look at Mordred* .... As if I have much of a choice? I go where the Excalibur goes. Now please stop speaking to me. Sheepy: Mordred: Gosh! It's not like you even talked to me anyway! Man, you stink! Sheepy: Cain: As if Mordred could get any more annoying... Why do we have to live here...? Sheepy: Aru: I'm sorry for his behavior, Arthur. I'll deal with him later. Arsé-kun: Arthur: It's.... It's fine, I didn't expect much else.. Sheepy: Mordred: "Deal with me later"??? Sheepy: Aru: We have a bunch of chores that need doing anyway. Sheepy: Mordred: You're the WORST Aru!! Gosh! Any cool descendant of mine would be gushing about how handsome and awesome I am...!! You just order me around and bully me! Sheepy: Grif: Hm. Sheepy: Grif: I see. I am piecing everything together. Arsé-kun: Kay: You wanna share with us? Or is it "spoiler"? Sheepy: Grif: So Morfred is the illegitimate son of the King and tried to steal the throne because his existence is a blotch on the King's good name and therefore Sir Gawain, the eldest of the King's nephews, was going to get the throne after the King's death. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Morfred. I mean, yeah basically, but... Sheepy: Grif: But Mordred ended up destroying Camelot instead because he killed the King, died, and presumably all heirs were killed as well. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... I'm sorry? Excuse me? *he has stopped and turned all the way around to face Griflet* What did you just say? The first section only. Sheepy: Grif: Morfred wanted to become king. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Not that part. Sheepy: Grif: Oh. Sheepy: Grif: Clearly, Camelot fell. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... There was no one left..? Sheepy: Bedi: Every single one of your heirs was killed by Sir Lancelot with the exception of Sir Gaheris, who died previously, as you may know.. Arsé-kun: Arthur: All of them?? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... So why didn't you take it up? Sheepy: Bedi:...? Sheepy: Bedi: I am just your lowly knight. Nothing more. Arsé-kun: Arthur: What did I say about things like that? Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize. I spoke too harshly. Sheepy: Bedi: However... Sheepy: Bedi: Every single one of your knights would have been better suited to follow in your stead than myself, perhaps even Mordred included. You may consider it self-deprecation, but my skill set, as limited as it is, is not suited for giving orders. Only following them to my finest ability. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... I will permit this. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I understand. If nothing could be done, then that is simply how it was. Sheepy: Bedi: Sir Lancelot and the Queen survived. I stayed at the same monestary with Sir Lancelot for a while.. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Lancelot, huh.... Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... I'd love to get his side of things, but that's unlikely, huh. Sheepy: Bedi: Oh, he visits the bar occasionally. Sheepy: Bedi: He's shy due to his appearance, though. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... ? Sheepy: Bedi: He lost most of his muscle mass and looks, well... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Like a trash peasant. Sheepy: Bedi:...The Queen, however, is still very beautiful! Arsé-kun: Merlin: And she fuckin' lifts! She's got Lancelot's armor and it looks GOOD! Sheepy: Grif: I like the Queen. Sometimes she wears green. Green is my favorite color. Like apples. Arsé-kun: Kay: I don't know if anyone else notices, but it's goddamn cold out here! Sheepy: Grif: One time the Queen smiled at me. Nobody ever smiles at me. I like the Queen. She's nice. Sheepy: Bedi: That's nice, Grif... Sheepy: Grif: Yes. I like the King too. He liked the gift I gave him. Nobody ever likes the gifts I give them. Arsé-kun: Kay: *mr no manners* I am going inside your home now! Because it's fucking cold! Goodbye! Sheepy: Aru: Oh, right, it is...! Sheepy: Grif:....?! Sheepy: Grif: Kay... Arsé-kun: Kay: It's fuckin' cold! Nope! Sheepy: Grif: If you leave, I'll be cold. You're warm. Arsé-kun: Kay: Then come inside, moron! Sheepy: Grif: Hah. Fine. I have never waited to be invited into a home anyway. Sheepy: Aru: It's a dorm so I don't need to invite you...But we should go in! Arsé-kun: Merlin: But first! *he finally goes over to the other ghost (with the nice suit) on the ground* Do you need a hand down there, butler? Sheepy: *The ghost lets out a weak groan...* Arsé-kun: *Merlin tries to help, but cannot actually hold the ghost. oof.* Sheepy: *The ghost slowly shifts, finally standing... His whole front of his torso is bloodstained...* Sheepy: ?: *sigh* It's going to take forever to get this out... Thanks anyway- ...Merlin? Sheepy: ?: Bedi? Sheepy: Bedi: *he's gone wide-eyed...* ........ Sheepy: ?: Oh? You two have finally come to visit me? I'm so overjoyed my heart might just burst from the excitement! Sheepy: ?: Come, come, Bedi, give me a hug- oh, wait, I'm a ghost, so I guess you can't. Sheepy: ?: Of all the horror monsters I could be, I think a vampire would be more preferable because at least they can go out on adventures, even if it's just at night. I'm bound to this land... *sigh* With Mordred... Sheepy: ?: I suppose that explains how you look even more youthful than when I died... You really got the better side of the genes... Anyway, I'm trapped here, so I've read everyone's textbooks and homework more often than I can count. Cain makes me do his homework for him sometimes... What am I, a butler? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Last I checked, yes! Yes, you were! Now get that cleaned up, you look like you should be a vampire with your shirt stained like that. Sheepy: ?: Give me a minute. *he disappears briefly before reappearing without any stains* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Impressive! Sheepy: ?: Yes, of course! I spend so much time cleaning, I should be that fast. ...Am I right? He’s a vampire? They’re basically incubi, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Close. But if I was a regular vampire? There'd be a lot more biting around here >:3c Sheepy: ?: What? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... What? Most modern vampires are known for biting and bloodsucking. Is that news to you? Sheepy: ?: I meant Bedi, not you. You’re just weird. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's not a vampire either. My point would still stand! Sheepy: ?: I watch TV occasionally... ...Uh, then how is he... Nevermind, maybe he’s like Benjamin Button! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Wizard nonsense. Keep it at that. Sheepy: ?: Uhuh. Alright. Isn’t that a wizard crime? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Who's gonna tell the Merlins no? That's right, nobody. Sheepy: ?: Huh. Sheepy: ?: Well, you do you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'd rather do him instead. >:3ccccc Sheepy: ?: ... Sheepy: ?: He’s got standards... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Are you sure? Are you really sure? Sheepy: ?: ...Oh, don’t tell me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay, I won't! Sheepy: ?: ...Aren’t you a joker! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm doing my best, Lucan, sir! Sheepy: Lucan: No, there’s absolutely no way he’s in a relationship with scum like you...!!! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hey, I'm better than Myrrdin! Sheepy: Lucan: Eh? Really? Sheepy: Lucan: He’s more trashy than you? Arsé-kun: Merlin: He literally got cursed to have a cardiac arrest if he found a woman hot because he scorned a hot woman. How do you think he did? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... He still has them at least once a week. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He almost never goes out. Does that answer you? Sheepy: Lucan: Ouch...... Arsé-kun: Merlin: C'mon, lets go catch up with everybody else so we can tell you what's been going on. Arty'd probably like to see you. Arsé-kun: *Merlin offers Lucan a hand to lead him in (he's being polite), realizes the problem, and stops to think before taking Bedi's hand and offering it instead. Take the Airgetlam.* Sheepy: Lucan: ? That’s not going to work, is it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You never know! Sheepy: Lucan: *he attempts it* Sheepy: Lucan:....Hm? It's working. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sometimes I'm right! All right, off with you lot! Sheepy: Lucan: What, go off where? Sheepy: Bedi: Um...Where are you going, then...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I wasn't going far. I just wanted to call up Meril! Sheepy: Bedi: Really? I see... Well, have fun then. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll try to! Sheepy: Grif: I see. So this is a dorm. Sheepy: Grif: If I were a student, I would live here with a roommate. Kay, you can be my roommate. Arsé-kun: Kay: Fuck, sure, I guess!! Sheepy: Grif: Good. It's decided. Sheepy: Grif: We're roommates now. Sheepy: *From outside, there's a screechy HEWWOOOO!!! sound... Like a peacock!* Sheepy: Grif: Oh, Elyan seems like he's frustrated at his lack of attention. Sheepy: Grif: He can be our third roommate unless you had someone else in mind, Kay. Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Can we talk about more important things? Like us all being here, and what this runt with the Excalibur can do. Is that why we're here, Grif? Sheepy: Grif: She pulled the Excalibur. Sheepy: Grif: Do you expect to fight her? Sheepy: Grif: Do you want to fight, child? Sheepy: Aru: You're Sir Griflet, who's notorious for your vicious behavior... No, I'll pass. Arsé-kun: Kay: I mean inside, you moron. I swear, you've just got some apple seeds and rocks rattling around in your skull. Arsé-kun: Kay: Don't correct me. Arsé-kun: Kay: I called you brainless. Sheepy: Grif:....! Arsé-kun: Kay: You can kick my ass outside. Sheepy: Grif: I'll TEAR YOU TO SHREDS! Sheepy: Aru: No fighting. Arsé-kun: Kay: The princess has spoken. Sit your ass down, Grif, sucks to be you. Sheepy: Grif:!!! Sheepy: Grif: You're just too critical. Arsé-kun: Kay: That's new? Sheepy: Grif: No! Arsé-kun: Kay: Then stop complaining! Sheepy: Grif: Fine! Arsé-kun: Fou: *pulling at Kay's pants leg* Fou! Arsé-kun: *This scares Kay greatly, and with a "HELL NO!", more or less leaps into Grif's arms to get away from Fou. At least Fou thinks it's funny* Sheepy: Grif: Hm. Sheepy: Grif: It's Fou. Arsé-kun: Kay: I KNOW that! Get that beast out of here! Sheepy: Grif: Are you hungry, Fou? Sheepy: Grif: You can't eat Kay but I'll feed you later. Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou! Fou fou! Sheepy: Grif: Hm. I see. Sheepy: Grif: Kay is scared of small animals, so I'll give you pets later. Arsé-kun: Kay: I-I am not! He looks small now, but just you wait..! Sheepy: Grif: ...? Sheepy: Grif: So Fou is a kitten? Arsé-kun: Kay: That's the goddamn Cath Palug and this is the stupid shit you ask?? This is, like you say, a bonus boss waiting to happen! Sheepy: Grif: Kay... Sheepy: Grif: I'm perfectly willing to fight defenseless old ladies but I would never beat up a baby. Arsé-kun: Kay: This thing has been around for over a thousand years! Sheepy: Grif: What an old baby... Arsé-kun: *Fou starts chewing on Grif's pants. Hungery* Sheepy: Grif: Hm... I do have food, but... Arsé-kun: *Fou keeps staring at him* Sheepy: Grif: I only have two hands. Sheepy: Grif: My siblings are lucky in some respects... Sheepy: Grif: For example, one of my brothers has eyes on his legs in case he needs to see with his legs rather than his face. Sheepy: Cain: What, kitty, you want cat food? The burnt brown pellets cats like to eat? Man, being a cat must stink... You shove your butt on everything all day only to get rewarded for being stinky with something that can barely be called food. Arsé-kun: Fou: Frrrou! Sheepy: Cain: Here, I'll show you where it is. Cait Sith......Sith Lord, whatever, he probably won't care that you're eating his food, considering how much he eyes mine... Sheepy: Grif: You feed the King of the Cats cat food... Sheepy: Cain: Here, follow me, kitty. Sheepy: *Cain leads Fou to the cat food.* Arsé-kun: Fou: *sniff, sniff* Sheepy: *it's cat food!* Arsé-kun: *A slow bite. cronch. cronch cronch* Sheepy: Cain: Do you like it?....Haha, it's not like you can understand a word of what I'm saying anyway. Arsé-kun: Fou: Frou fou gao! Sheepy: Cain: Yeah, is that so? Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou fou! Foummnmn *chew chew cronch cronch nom* Sheepy: Cain: Oh, good, you do! ...I gotta wonder why. Arsé-kun: Kay: ---I mean it. Shut up for a minute, Grif. What are we doing in the order of business? Sheepy: Aru: I don’t know. I don’t know why I have this sword, nor its significance, considering we elect officials now... Sheepy: Grif: Maybe Merlin will decide that he’s bored and want to teach you. Arsé-kun: Kay: God have mercy on our souls if that's the outcome. Sheepy: Grif: Well, using a sword isn’t common in present day. Arsé-kun: Kay: But it's MERLIN. Sheepy: Grif: Merlin can teach well, probably. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Did you know stingrays have skeletons? I think that's neat. Sheepy: Aru: Really? Arsé-kun: Kay: It's not spinless like Lancelot? Incredible. Sheepy: Aru: Sir Lancelot is spineless? Sheepy: Grif: Incredible... What a talented man... he fights so skillfully while missing bones...!!! Sheepy: Grif: I must strive harder to be like him... Arsé-kun: Kay: Not literally, Grif. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... I don’t understand. Sheepy: Aru: Merlin, what do you think the right course of action is from here? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hmmm... Sheepy: Aru: I don't have any experience with a sword past playfighting with Cain with wooden swords... and since we were little, we had no clue what we were doing. Sheepy: Aru: But we don't know if I need to fight. Sheepy: Aru: I'd rather not. I don't like violence. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... I've got nothing but the vision of Grif being hit with a chair. Sheepy: Grif: Chair? Sheepy: Grif: I must ready myself... Sheepy: Aru: That doesn't help, unfortunately... Sheepy: Grif: Get ready for combat, Awoo. Sheepy: Aru: It, it's Aru... Sheepy: Aru: And you can't fight in here...! Sheepy: Grif: Worry not. I am capable of fighting in even the smallest of areas. Sheepy: Grif: Walls can be a weapon if used properly. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's not happening NOW, Griflet, don't worry so much about it. Sheepy: Grif: I see... Sheepy: Grif: Later, then. Sheepy: Aru: Maybe, umm... Maybe Arthur is supposed to have it? But he's a ghost... Arsé-kun: Kay: This makes no sense at all. Sheepy: Aru: I'm not sure either... Sheepy: Aru: Maybe it's just broken. Sheepy: Aru: The evil slug in the news died so that shouldn't be a concern. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Can it break..? Sheepy: Aru: Can it? Sheepy: Grif: Its durability is N/A. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Good to know, thank you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Either way, you've got both it and our King, so at least some of us will have to prioritize making sure you don't get into anything messy. Sheepy: Aru: Yes, that makes sense. Sheepy: Aru: Whom? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Uhhhhh. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... The only free ones are, uh, *he gestures towards Griflet* Sheepy: Aru: Oh, um... Sheepy: Aru: Sir Kay is busy, Sir Bedivere is busy...Really, everyone is busy but...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, no, *he gestures to Kay* but splitting at a time like this is... Questionable? Sheepy: Aru: Oh, I see... Arsé-kun: Merlin: But the King's here, so it shouldn't be too awful? Sheepy: Aru: I hope so... Sheepy: Grif: But.... Sheepy: Grif: I may have free time, but my time isn't free. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Didn't expect you to stop questing. But our bar can't hold extra guests for all that long, you get it? Sheepy: Grif: But where will Kay go? Sheepy: Grif: He's an extra guest, isn't he? Arsé-kun: Merlin: With.... You? Sheepy: Grif: I have no home either... Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... Arsé-kun: *A notification pops up for Grif.* Sheepy: *Grif looks at it* Arsé-kun: Yog: "This will be your primary base of operations. Would you like to take a tour? y/n" Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: However. Sheepy: Grif: I am no student... Sheepy: Grif: How will I be able to stay here? Arsé-kun: Yog: *peering out of his bag via Purson orb* The spirits are not students either. Exceptions can be made. Sheepy: Grif:......But what about payment? Arsé-kun: Yog: You will get fed and somewhere to sleep. Sheepy: Grif: I see. How much is it? Sheepy: Grif:....Ah, no, I understand... Sheepy: Grif: I have left the tutorial area. Sheepy: Grif: No longer do I get free healing at my base. Arsé-kun: Yog: The Bar will continue healing, but you may need to pay in the future. You will heal at an enhanced rate in the Dorms, but not to the same level. Sheepy: Grif: Pay.... Sheepy: Grif: *he looks to Merlin* Arsé-kun: Merlin: We'll take money or emotional stories in exchange for things, but the healing will remain free. Sheepy: Grif:.... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Anything interesting or you were invested in. Quests? Sure. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Watching Elyan do dumb bird things? Absolutely! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Gushing about your wife for three hours? Yes please. Sheepy: Grif: Interesting...Invested... Sheepy: Grif: Wife... Sheepy: Grif: I love my wife. She's so pretty and sweet...She sent her men to capture me and then her men tried to kill me in my sleep.... Sheepy: Grif: ...... Sheepy: Grif:............. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *FREE FOOD!* Sheepy: Grif: I miss my wife... Sheepy: Grif: My wife would hate me if she found out that I didn't die and I simply left... but I can't go back... I miss her... Arsé-kun: Merlin: We'll figure something out, don't worry! Sheepy: Grif: Hmm. Sheepy: Grif: Fine. Arsé-kun: Medraut: --Aru, look at this tiny cat!! It's so small! *he's holding Fou along with his own cat, Sith Lord. Sith Lord is a fucking unit and not the cat in question* Sheepy: Aru: That’s Fou! He came with the guests. Sheepy: Aru: There’s a peacock outside, too. Arsé-kun: Medraut: Better not let Sith Lord near it, then.. Sheepy: Aru: I don’t think it’s too much of a concern. Sheepy: Aru; It turns out that peacocks are really big... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Useless fact! Did you know peacocks hate snakes and will fight them on sight? Arsé-kun: Kay: So if we ever see Aggy again, don't let Elyan see him, got it. Sheepy: Grif: Elyan might dislike Dad... Sheepy: Grif: He's like a snake with legs and wings. Arsé-kun: Kay: People are snakes except without any of that. Sheepy: Grif: No. Sheepy: Grif: He's probably hibernating right now. Sheepy: Grif: He sleeps in a cave. Sheepy: Grif:...Hm,your cat. Arsé-kun: Sith: miow. Sheepy: Grif: It's Cait Sith. Sheepy: Grif: It's cute and cuddly looking, too... Arsé-kun: Sith: meow. Sheepy: Grif: You're exactly as Sir Percival described you... Arsé-kun: Sith: meoh naow Sheepy: *Elyan's watching very closely from behind Grif.* Sheepy: Grif: Can I pet you? Arsé-kun: Sith: *he jumps down from Medr's arms and Loudly thuds on the floor before fattly wobbling to Grif. Pet him, peasant* Sheepy: *Grif starts petting Sith!* Arsé-kun: Sith: woah Arsé-kun: Sith: Moaaah. Sheepy: Grif: You're so cute... Yes, I can see why you're King of the Cats... Arsé-kun: *Distant sound of Arthur trying not to laugh at the King Cat's mighty decrees. The fact that anyone can hear him means he has once again failed this quest.* Sheepy: Grif: Just don't eat Elyan, okay? He isn't made of meat. It won't help you unless you're thirsty. Arsé-kun: *Cait Sith Lord looks at Elyan with intent* Sheepy: Elyan: !!! Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Sheepy: *Grif continues petting Sith* Arsé-kun: *Sith honks back at Elyan. HJÖNK* Sheepy: Grif: You're lucky Sir Percival isn't here, but don't worry, I won't rat you out. You're too cute. *pet pet* Sheepy: Elyan:!! Arsé-kun: Kay: Get that bitch running laps! That cat's fatter than Gawain's potato supply! Arsé-kun: Sith: *annoyed* MOW Sheepy: Grif: You're so mean to him. Isn't he cute? Arsé-kun: *arthur laughing again in another room. every fucking time this cat makes a noise. every fuckin* Arsé-kun: Kay: He's huge. He could step on me and immediately break my ability to have kids. Sheepy: Grif: Yes, which means you have more to pet. Sheepy: Elyan: *he's taken refuge hiding behind Kay* Sheepy: Grif: And not being able to have kids... That's just a risk you have to take. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You mean h- Arsé-kun: Kay: Shut UP, Dick Wizard! Arsé-kun: Sith: prraowww. *looks towards a wall while arthur un-dies of laughter* Arrrreow! Yeow! Sheepy: Grif:? Sheepy: Grif: I need better Animal Speech levels.. Arsé-kun: Sith: Arreowrr! Sheepy: Grif: Is something bothering you? Or do you want something? Or are you just feeling chatty? Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou fou, fou-fou fou, fou. Sheepy: Grif:..... Sheepy: Grif: Do you want pets too, Fou? I can pet both of you. Arsé-kun: Fou: fou fool. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm...Hmmm... Sheepy: Grif: I need to learn better Animal Speech... Arsé-kun: Sith: Arr. Thowr. Meaow. Sheepy: Grif: I want to be able to understand Cait Sith and Fou... For example, what if they want to play but I can't understand what toy? Or a treat but I can't understand what food? Or a walk but I can't understand what route? I need better understanding... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Fou called you a fool the last time if that helps. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: That's fine. He's smart. Arsé-kun: *Sith "menacingly" flaps his tiny vestigial faerie wings at Arthur when he finally enters after recovering from a laughing fit. Sith can't arch his back, he's too fat.* Sheepy: Grif: Ah...! *he's figuratively melting* His little wings... He's so cute...! Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he has detected a POWER SPOT-- i mean, a food supply. He decides to stand next to Grif and observe Sith. Real close. just fuckin up in his grill.* Sheepy: Grif: You can't even fly with them...! I believe in you, one day you'll be able to! Arsé-kun: Arthur: He's gotten fatter. I can't believe this. Sheepy: Grif: They must feed him very well here! Arsé-kun: Medraut: He figured out how to operate the auto-feeder. None of us are safe. Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... I see. What treats does he like? Arsé-kun: Medr: All of them. Sheepy: Grif: I see. I'll keep that in mind. Sheepy: Grif: *he pets Cait Sith* You figured out how to operate machinery? So talented... Sheepy: Grif: When I learn better Animal Speech, I'll learn your likes and dislikes. I can't throw my mats around willy nilly to learn what treats you like and dislike... If you like them, we get more bond points. It's important to pay attention to such things. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Cait Sith doesn't care about that. He cares about eating your food. Sheepy: Grif: My food...Hm, if he asked for it, I suppose I couldn't say no... Sheepy: Grif: Unless it's apple related... Arsé-kun: Sith: *staring* Sheepy: Grif: He is the King of the Cats, after all. Sheepy: Grif:....? Do you want food? Arsé-kun: Sith: Feed. Sheepy: *Grif pulls out a steak dinner and puts it in front of Sith* Arsé-kun: Sith: Arsé-kun: Sith: Arsé-kun: Sith: Sir Knight, I love you. Sheepy: Grif: Ah...! You do? Really? Arsé-kun: *Grif's bond with Cait Sith jumps from 0 to 5. Immediately. All bonuses received.* Sheepy: Grif:!!! Sheepy: Grif: Ah...The King of the Cats likes me... Sheepy: Grif: Kay, isn't he really cute? Arsé-kun: Kay: He's as cute as a doorstopper. Sheepy: Grif: Doorstopper? Sheepy: Grif: I don't think he'd like being used to stop doors... Arsé-kun: Sith: Doorstoppers are... Food. Sheepy: Grif: ? Are they? I'm not sure. Arsé-kun: Medr: No, that's a jawbreaker! Doorstoppers are wood! Sheepy: Grif: Have you eaten a dooestopper before? Arsé-kun: Sith: Meow. Sheepy: Grif: Eating wood doesn't seem appetizing. Sheepy: Grif: What toys do you like? Arsé-kun: Sith: Feathr Sheepy: Grif: Like Elyan's... Sheepy: Grif: I have a few stray ones. Sheepy: Grif: *he pulls out one of Elyan's stray feathers from his inventory* Arsé-kun: *Sith grabs for it immediately. gib* Sheepy: *Grif shifts it* Arsé-kun: Sith: mao! *swat* Sheepy: Grif: *he shifts it again* Arsé-kun: *Sith swats his hand* Sheepy: Grif: ? Sheepy: Grif: No, that's not a feather. Sheepy: Grif: That's my hand. Sheepy: Grif: Ah, I suppose there's one issue in us staying here. Sheepy: Grif: Cait Sith is a cat. Elyan is a bird. They'll have to learn to co exist. Arsé-kun: Kay: If I can deal with you, they can do it fine. Sheepy: Grif: But we aren't naturally predator and prey. Arsé-kun: Kay: You sure?? Sure seemed like it when you hunted me down! Sheepy: Grif: Ah, but I was just going to slaughter you. Arsé-kun: Kay: THAT DOES NOT HELP Sheepy: Elyan: *staaaaare* Sheepy: Grif: Elyan can shapeshift. Maybe he should choose a different form for the time being. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And maybe we shouldn't teach swords in here. We don't need to break things we can't afford to fix.. Arsé-kun: *Sith occasionally meows at Elyan* Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* .......... *generic cat food commercial meow* Sheepy: *Elyan's begun to melt into a puddle. ah* Sheepy: *...a fluffy "cat" comes from said puddle.* Arsé-kun: Sith: *looking at him* No. No. None of this is right. Stop. Sheepy: Elyan: *meowww-- honk* Sheepy: Grif: Hm. I see. You two look alike. Sheepy: Grif: Yes, yes. Two ears. Four- six legs. Tail. Ah, back to four. Sheepy: *Elyan bobs over to Sith, much like a peacock, and blankly stares back with his pupilless eyes...* Sheepy: Elyan:............. Arsé-kun: Sith: [You're still a bird. You're a bird with some cat ideas. It's so bad.] Sheepy: Elyan: [I'm a cat like you now, so you can't eat me nor tell me what to do.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [I am king of the cats. You fool.] Sheepy: Elyan: ....? Sheepy: Elyan: [It was literal...cats have kings...] Arsé-kun: Sith: [Now sit down, you watery pheasant, and make yourself correct.] Sheepy: Elyan: *he hesitantly sits... as a bird would* [Correct? What's wrong?] Sheepy: Elyan: [I copied Fou and you. Everything should be correct.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [Neither of us have that many eyes.] Sheepy: Elyan: .... Arsé-kun: *This does not stop Medraut from coming to pet can number three. fucks 0. cat* Sheepy: Elyan: *meow- honk* Sheepy: Elyan: ? [So I'm enough like a cat to fit in.] Sheepy: Elyan: [These aren't real eyes, they're markings.] Sheepy: Elyan: [What are the main traits of a cat...Eh...] Sheepy: Elyan:....[Socks.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [Cait Sith Lord! Get it right!!] Arsé-kun: Kay: Hey Grif, you ever heard that bird make so much noise before? I think they get along fine. Sheepy: Grif: They're bonding. Arsé-kun: Sith: --- [And I will turn you into litter, so get it right!] Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, I guess. Sheepy: Elyan: [Litter? What's that?] Sheepy: Elyan: [Do you eat that?] Sheepy: Elyan: [I'm no food.] Arsé-kun: Fou: [They take shits in it.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Like a toilet? I'm not toilet water.] Arsé-kun: Fou: [That can be changed.] Sheepy: Elyan: *blank stare* Arsé-kun: Fou: *stares back* [I have never needed to take a poo in my life. I am beyond such filth. But I can still arrange it.] Sheepy: Elyan: [So cats don't poop.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [Oh, we poop. Cath Palug isn't a normal cat.] Sheepy: Elyan: [You're a normal cat? Really... I've never seen a cat like you before.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [Just because I'm]... ... [Very large and in charge, does not mean I am not normal mostly otherwise!] Sheepy: Elyan: [Ah, so being so round is normal for cats. You're the roundest cat I've ever seen, so I assumed it was unique to you...] Arsé-kun: Fou: [Are you stupid or dumb? Cats can be however cats want. Have you never seen a cat? Are you blind or really fucking stupid?] Sheepy: Elyan: [My only life outside of the water is with Sir Griflet.] Arsé-kun: Fou: [Has he never seen a fucking cat??] Sheepy: Elyan: [They usually have six legs, giant teeth and claws, wings, or other features I don't see on you nor Socks.] Arsé-kun: Sith: .... Arsé-kun: Fou: ........ [An Earth cat, you tremendous cock.] Arsé-kun: Merlin: This just in, Fou called Elyan a tremendous cock. I wish I was kidding. I also wish I had context. Sheepy: Elyan: [I have seen a few... But Socks is one of the few I've seen.] Sheepy: Grif: But he's a cat now. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It was an insult. Sheepy: Grif: Ah...Poor Elyan. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... *thonkang* Sheepy: Elyan: [I chose to ignore most of his features and instead implement ones I've seen in similar animals to go for an aquatic oriented build.] Sheepy: Elyan: *he lifts up a paw* [Water cat. You're the king of the cats so you should know of it, Socks.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [... Otter. The word you want is otter, and they are not cats.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Otter... They're closely related. Right?] Arsé-kun: Sith: [No.] Sheepy: Elyan: [But they're fuzzy and have four legs. Anything like that is related to a cat.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [... Are you suggesting rats are related?] Sheepy: Elyan: [Small cats...] Arsé-kun: Fou: [You are not smart. Stop speaking. I want to injure my hearing.] Sheepy: Elyan: [You rule over many animals. Cats. Rats. Otters. Is it hard?] Arsé-kun: Sith: [Just cats. And no.] Sheepy: Elyan: [How isn't it hard? There's so many cats in the world.] Sheepy: Elyan: [I saw one once. It was big. It grabbed my fish. I wanted to pet it. But it was frightened by me.] Arsé-kun: Sith: .... Arsé-kun: Sith: Must I live with this bird? Must we truly? Sheepy: Grif: Now he's a cat. Sheepy: Elyan: [Do you dislike me? You seem nice, so I like you, Socks. I haven't talked to a cat before.] Sheepy: Elyan: [I did my best to look like a cat. And this human thinks I'm a cat so it should be close. Now as you go about your daily life, I can imitate many of the things you do outside of your royal duties and learn from you.] Sheepy: Elyan: [You can also tell me about how cats are supposed to act so I can try to imitate it.] Arsé-kun: Sith: .... [Fine. I will recommend you ask Medraut to show you "regular" cats for a better idea.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Medraut knows how cats act better than you do? You should know more about cats as their king.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [No, it is simply easier.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Both. Videos will show me how they act but not why. You can tell me why.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [It will be considered.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Cats must have very busy schedules if it's just a consideration...] Sheepy: Elyan: [I saw a cat once that ate grass. It had big teeth and it was huge. It swam a lot.] Sheepy: Elyan: [It had a large kill count.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [Not every animal is a cat] Sheepy: Elyan: [Define a cat.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Your features are: Two ears, fur, four legs, a tail, not a dog.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Not a horse. Not a cow.] Sheepy: Elyan: [You are the model cat, so anything like you is a cat.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Some cats aren't like you, too. So anything that isn't one of the other three groups of furred animals is a cat.] Arsé-kun: Fou: [This is a fucking sitcom. Socks, the snarky cat that just wants to do pet things, and Elyan, the] *makes a noise of Some Kind* [who suddenly appears and tries to befriend him despite being a moron that drags him around. Cats, coming this summer, oh my fucking.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Ah, that's the situation? So like Sir Kay with Sir Griflet. We'll become great friends then, Socks. I can even bring you on adventures.] Sheepy: Elyan: [I saw a horse on the last one.] Arsé-kun: Sith: [I regret my decision to enter this room.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Why?] Arsé-kun: Sith: [I'm a king. Not an adventurer.] Sheepy: Elyan: [King Arthur was a great king and he did both. The more you see of the world, the better you'll be able to rule.] Arsé-kun: *Sith has no comeback* Sheepy: Elyan: [So, will you come with me on my next adventure?] Arsé-kun: Sith: [I will think about it.] Sheepy: Elyan: [Good.] Arsé-kun: Fou: *he looks up to Myrrdin* Fou! Fou fou fou foufou fou? Fou hungfou Sheepy: Myrrdin: Oh, you want to go home, Fou? Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Right, let's go home then. Well, you kids have fun. Don't bully everyone too much, Sith. Arsé-kun: Sith: meow. Sheepy: Elyan: *meow* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, that's probably a good idea. Meril might get annoyed if we leave him alone on duty. Sheepy: *Myrrdin gets going!* Arsé-kun: Merlin: What a jerk! Bedi, we gotta go catch up with Myrrdin! We can come back tomorrow. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, good idea. We should. Sheepy: *Bedi heads out with Merlin* Sheepy: Meril: Oh, you're back. Arsé-kun: Merlin: We're back!!! Sheepy: Meril: I was mostly bored without you here so I slept almost the whole time. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's too bad you can't come out with us tomorrow!! Sheepy: Meril: You're taunting me... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes, but also no. But you remember my call, yeah? Sheepy: Meril: The King is back. Arsé-kun: Merlin: In a way. We're not quite up to the rest yet. Sheepy: Meril: Rest? Sheepy: Meril: Oh, that he has no body. Right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yep. I know I saw him have it, so why doesn't he now..? Sheepy: Meril: And the girl with the sword. Sheepy: Meril: Maybe you need to dig it up still? Sheepy: Meril:...That's a joke. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Sheepy: Meril: What? Arsé-kun: Merlin: That better not be it. Digging it out of a lake? In public? Covering something like that up would be hell. Sheepy: Meril: True. Sheepy: Meril: Who would do it without embarrassment? Sheepy: Meril: That way, it'd look filmed. Sheepy: Meril: Set it up like you're filming a movie and no one would care. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's underwater. Sheepy: Meril: Ummm... Sheepy: Meril: Good luck! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thanks a million. Sheepy: Meril: I don't know. Sheepy: Meril: Drain the lake? Sheepy: Meril: Illusion magic? Sheepy: Meril: You’ve got two wizards and a knight. Anything’s possible. Sheepy: Myrrdin: I don't want to go near the lake. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You don't wanna go near any lake, but yeah that's fair. Sheepy: Myrrdin: I don't want to even go outside. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Neet Sheepy: Myrrdin: Yeah, I sure am neat! Sheepy: Meril: A NEET is someone with no role in the outside world. Sheepy: Meril: They rarely ever enter it... Sheepy: Meril: And yet, a NEET chooses that lifestyle. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Hey, I'm a people person. Sheepy: Myrrdin: I just like working alone in my room so I'm not interfered with. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You complain then too! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Hey...! It's boring being alone! Sheepy: Myrrdin: What else can I do? Sheepy: Myrrdin: You at least get someone to talk to when you work. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You can just ask! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Sure... Sheepy: Myrrdin: I want someone to talk to but I don't want to be distracted. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Man... I thought getting a hot girlfriend would totally fix all my problems, but instead it turns out that I had to actually go out with her on dates...I thought I just had to agree to them and then she'd decide to stop here... Arsé-kun: Merlin: And that's why we're in this situation! !! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Thanks and good night! Th-th-that's all, folks! Sheepy: Myrrdin: As if you know any better about girls. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Or guys. Or anyone. Sheepy: Myrrdin: None of us are any good at dating! Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... You might be right, but I'm still doing better than you! Sheepy: Myrrdin: Ouch! Sheepy: Myrrdin: That hurts! Arsé-kun: *Merlin T-poses to inflict dominance* Sheepy: *Myrrdin t-poses back* Arsé-kun: Fou: [what.] Sheepy: Meril: What are you doing? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Proving my dominance Sheepy: Meril: ...?? Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou fou fuu? Sheepy: Bedi: I don't know either, Fou... Sheepy: Myrrdin: *still t-posing* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... *wisely decides to not comment on this. Not His Business.* Sheepy: Meril: What did you want to drink? Arsé-kun: *Arséne tells him, turning away from the T-posing wizards. boys will be boys* Sheepy: *Meril starts preparing it* Sheepy: Meril: So, anything going on with you? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not too much, thankfully. But Sir Griflet came by and asked to keep an eye on missing corpses, so now I'm... A bit worried? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You know, somehow? That doesn't help. Sheepy: Meril: Well, our King is a ghost now, but he needs a body and due to where it is, his shouldn't have decayed. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... Interesting. May I ask where? Sheepy: Meril: The lake near Glastonbury Tor. I suppose it was a hill at one point... Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... It was, wasn't it? Sheepy: Meril: Sir Bedivere buried the King there. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Where? *he leans forward a bit* I may be able to lend a small amount of assistance. Sheepy: Meril: The body is now at the bottom of the lake, which Merlin could deal with if he had a way of distracting everyone's attention away from the lake. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He isn't the distraction? *he's joking* Sheepy: Meril: He could serve as one if we had someone else who could remove the body. Arsé-kun: Arséne: But it being in the lake is the issue... Sheepy: Meril: Yes. Sheepy: Meril: Myrrdin has the fear of lakes so he tends to avoid them. Sheepy: Meril: Airgetlam, meanwhile, weighs too much fir Sir Bedivere to swim well... Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he smirks slightly* I'll scope it out during the daytime. I may be able to do a bit more than I initially thought. Sheepy: Meril: Really? You will? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I will. Sheepy: Meril: Great! Sheepy: *Meril gives Arsene his drink* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hm, hm. What kind of story are you in the mood for? Sheepy: Meril: Anything's fine. Sheepy: *The door opens. Grif comes in* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oy, what are you back for? Sheepy: Grif: You. Come here. You're my wingman now. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he looks delighted* Oh? Oh?? Who's the lucky stud or dame?? Sheepy: Grif: Kay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: :O Sheepy: Myrrdin: Hey, how come I don't get to be a wingman? Sheepy: Grif: He laughs in my face every time. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Because you're a stinky herb wizard and because I'm cuter than you. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Hey! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hay is for horses!! Sheepy: Grif: Horses.. Sheepy: Grif:....... Sheepy: Grif: I like horses... Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he sighs and looks over to Griflet* You'll want his full attention before you do anything. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... Sheepy: Grif: How do I do that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: What does he like? Sheepy: Grif: Booze. Arsé-kun: Arséne: There's your answer. Bring him some from here, tell him he can have it if he listens to you. Sheepy: Grif: A bribe... Sheepy: Grif: I see...So you do bribe people to like you after all... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not for liking. For the attention you need to tell them. Sheepy: Grif: Uhhh... Okay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: If he's listening, you can say words and he'll hear them! He's not deaf! Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: I understand. Sheepy: Grif: So bribe him for his attention and then talk to him. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then you tell him as simply as possible. If he doesn't get that, good luck. Sheepy: Grif: Simply... Sheepy: Grif: But words are not my strong suit... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, then, like this. Hey, Bedi! Sheepy: Bedi: *He looks up from cleaning* Yes? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Love you! <3 *hand heart* :) Sheepy: Bedi: Oh...! Love you too! Sheepy: Grif:....? Sheepy: *Grif hesitantly copies the hand heart* Sheepy: Grif: Secret magical symbol... Arsé-kun: *Merlin has distracted himself and goes over to Bedi. <3* Sheepy: Grif: Can I handle its power...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Most likely. It's not like it'll shoot lasers or summon something wild. Sheepy: Grif: Then what does it do? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It's just a modern sign of affection. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: What do I need to do for the [KEY ITEM]? Sheepy: Meril: I don't know what he likes... Sheepy: Grif: Booze. Sheepy: Meril:........ Sheepy: Meril: Um... Sheepy: Meril: There are many kinds. Sheepy: Grif: Whatever type he likes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Not very helpful, is he? Sheepy: Meril: He never really is... Sheepy: Grif: I have little knowledge on such things. Sheepy: Grif: I only have alcohol at parties. Sheepy: Grif: He drinks a lot, so something that someone with lots of experience would like. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So he'd like to be absolutely obliterated? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Get him one of whatever the prosecutor had. *he gestures back to Barok, who is #dead in his booth. Arséne isn't jealous.* Sheepy: Meril: *he grabs a bottle and gives it to Grif* Sheepy: Grif: I see. This requires payment, I assume. Sheepy: *Grif pockets it before pulling out a shiny necklace* Sheepy: Grif: The Costly Necklace of Riches. It is useless in every way except for selling. I find them occasionally. Sheepy: Meril: Um...This isn't... Sheepy: Meril:...thanks. *he hesitantly accepts it, clearly not happy with it* Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: (◕ヮ◕) *HE IS LOOKING AT IT* Sheepy: Meril:...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I will unhesitatingly give you a second story for that. Sheepy: Meril:...! Oh! Really? That sounds great! Arsé-kun: *Grif's point has been proven. It is good for selling* Sheepy: Grif: Now then. I will attempt this. Sheepy: Grif: I will return if it does not work out. Sheepy: *Grif leaves* Sheepy: *Grif returns home...* Sheepy: Grif: --Kay! Arsé-kun: Kay: What? Sheepy: Grif: I got you, uhhhh... Sheepy: *Grif pulls out the bottle* Sheepy: Grif:...Whatever this is. Sheepy: Grif: yeah Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh-ho! Finally, something good! *he reaches for it* Sheepy: Grif: *he pulls it away* No, no, I'll give it to you if you, uh- if you listen to me. *he's awkwardly shifting* ...Uhh, okay? Sheepy: Grif: That's how it goes...I think. Arsé-kun: Kay: Wh..? *he leans back in his seat, not sure what to make of this* Yeah, sure. I'm all ears? Sheepy: Grif: Uhhh. Uhhhh... Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Is everything okay? *He's starting to get concerned* Sheepy: Grif:...*he's beginning to get flustered* Uh... How do I say it... Sheepy: Grif: *he puts down the bottle and mimics Merlin's hand heart before... putting on a bloodthirsty grin. grif you're already messing it up* I- I- I love- Arsé-kun: *Kay is starting to also get flustered now. What is happening right now?* Arsé-kun: Kay: Are you good? Were you cursed? Did you get a bad status or whatever you call it? Sheepy: Grif: Charm! By you!!! Arsé-kun: Kay: !!!!! Sheepy: Grif: Uh, uh.... Sheepy: Grif: Ahahahaha! Very funny!!! Very much a joke!! Definitely!! Yes!! W-wait, no, no... No, I did this all so you wouldn't laugh in my face again... now I'm gonna ruin it... Sheepy: Grif:....Nevermind!! *he grabs the bottle and shoves it into Kay's hands* H-here, you listened, okay, just forget you heard anything! Ineversaidathing!! *he turns and flees!* Arsé-kun: Kay: H-hey! *he jumps up and reaches out towards Grif with his free hand* Get back here!! Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Oh, for fuck's sake! *he puts the bottle down and gives chase* Sheepy: *Grif, in his panicked state, heads towards the bar... and trips before he can get there* Sheepy: Grif: !!! Arsé-kun: Kay: You didn't even let me respond to you, you oaf. Sheepy: Grif: Okay, go ahead and laugh like you've always done before!! Arsé-kun: Kay: What's that supposed to mean? Why would... *he trails with a look of horror off as he realizes what Grif means* No, no, wait, hold on! That's not fair! Sheepy: Grif: You always have before! Sheepy: Grif: So you will this time... I shouldn't have said anything... Arsé-kun: Kay: I didn't know that's what that was... Sheepy: Grif:...Uh, but it was really clear. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I'm good at math, not this stuff..! Sheepy: Grif: 'm no better... Sheepy: Grif: Just forget I said anything. Arsé-kun: Kay: Can I puh-leaze say what I wanted to before I lose it? Sheepy: Grif: What? Arsé-kun: Kay: I, um, *it's his turn to be uncomfortable, but for a different reason* Ya, uh, How'd it go.. *the reason of "speaking a language you usually don't"* Arsé-kun: *Kay proceeds to struggle over the next word, "lw’nafh", for a bit. That's a hell of a word to pronounce* Sheepy: Grif:...? Arsé-kun: Kay: .... ot ult... *visible struggling* .... Shit, I should have written down what Elyan said, dammit. Sheepy: Grif:....? Sheepy: Grif: Uh, so do I. But that's because I'm myself in my dreams, so of course I would. Sheepy: Grif:...... Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Ha. Sheepy: Grif:.............! Sheepy: Grif: Gh...! No!!! No!!!!! Sheepy: Grif: I messed up... I didn't mean that...! Arsé-kun: Kay: Give it another shot. Sheepy: Grif: GOOD! You better! Sheepy: Grif: No!!! Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... Okay, one more try before I go brain myself with that bottle. Sheepy: Grif: How do I... Arsé-kun: Kay: Griiiif! Sheepy: Grif: Kay?! Arsé-kun: Kay: I got you this! *he hands Griflet a rock. it's shiny.* Take care of it! Sheepy: Grif: E-eh?! For me?! Sheepy: Grif: I can have this? Arsé-kun: Kay: Just for you. You can hold this, too. *he takes his eyepatch off and gives it over as well* Sheepy: Grif:...! Sheepy: Grif: But, but...you need this...right? Arsé-kun: Kay: Not at all. Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20 Sheepy: Grif:...? Arsé-kun: *and finally, someone in this goddamn hell of a mess manages to smile genuinely. it's Kay! :)!* Sheepy: Grif: !!! Arsé-kun: Kay: :D ? Sheepy: *Grif tries to smile back, but nerves finally get the better of him and he... breaks down crying. That helps* Arsé-kun: Kay: No, no, don't do that!! C'mon, Grif! Sheepy: Grif: I- I- Uh...! *sob* I messed it up! Arsé-kun: Kay: Like I didn't? Come on, threaten me for screwing up or something..! Sheepy: Grif: But it's all you're going to th-think of when you see me now...! *sob* Sheepy: Grif: I just messed up every step of the way.... *he continues crying... help him* Arsé-kun: Kay: ... ... ....... ....... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I'm sorry. Sheepy: Grif:....? Wh-what? Arsé-kun: Kay: You did fine. I just never understood... It's my fault. Sheepy: Grif: No! Sheepy: Grif: I'm just bad at this...! Arsé-kun: Kay: We're bad at this! We're a disaster! Sheepy: Grif: Uh...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Together, we make one hell of a mess! Ain't that somethin'! *he bitterly laughs, but it's not funny* Sheepy: Grif: Uh...But... Sheepy: Grif: I asked Merlin for help... Sheepy: Grif:...! I shouldn't've said that... Arsé-kun: Kay: I asked the goose. Shit happens. Sheepy: Grif: Really...? Sheepy: Grif:......... Sheepy: Grif:.....Ahaha....Ahahahahaha! *he... looks surprisingly cheerful! Grif, actually laughing? It's more likely than you'd think.* I guess we both needed help with things like this, huh...! I thought it was just me... Arsé-kun: Kay: I thought it was just me... *he's staring at Grif in awe. Who knew this disaster knight could be so... so... cute???* Sheepy: Grif:...Uh, you've said things to me, too? Sheepy: Grif: Did I not notice...? Arsé-kun: Kay: I tried to! But I guess I wasn't clear enough... Or it got buried under me being an asshole. Sheepy: Grif: Uh...I don't understand humans very well... So I probably just assumed the latter... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... We're a mess. Sheepy: Grif: Yes... Arsé-kun: *distant wizards, one knight and a fou popping bottles in celebration* Sheepy: Grif: I didn't even plan what I'd do if you reciprocated the feelings... Sheepy: Grif:.No, I just didn't plan ahead at all. Arsé-kun: Kay: I never planned on saying it outright at all... I'm with you on this one. Sheepy: Grif: ....Uh, uh. I don't really know what happens from here. Arsé-kun: Kay: Me neither! What's your... ... ... Hey, your dad's okay with this, right? Sheepy: Grif: Uh, I haven't asked. Sheepy: Grif: Was I supposed to? Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Ummmm. Sheepy: Grif: And my other dad is hibernating right now. Sheepy: Grif: I'll ask him. Sheepy: *Grif opens the menu* Arsé-kun: *The menu immediately freezes upon opening and stops working. Menu Unresponsive. Menu has crashed* Sheepy: Grif:.....! No, no, no! H-he- did he ditch me?! *sob* I don't get it...! Arsé-kun: *Kay glares at the menu like it caused this, and slams a fist down on it. To his surprise, this works and several new dialogue boxes pop up!* Sheepy: Grif:...? Arsé-kun: Kay: I didn't know I could hit it... Sheepy: Grif: You can...hit it? Arsé-kun: Kay: I guess??? Sheepy: Grif: So many dialogue boxes... Arsé-kun: *The first box has confetti in it! It says "This scenario has been reviewed and approved by the board of Dad!" in two languages. English, and R'lyehian* Sheepy: Grif:?! Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, he did allow it! Grif, we're okay!! Sheepy: Grif:!!! Arsé-kun: *Kay tentatively presses the "Okay" button. It works!!!* Arsé-kun: *The next box becomes the active dialog. This one says " Okay, you're being slow on purpose, aren't you? :P". It closes on it's own. The next one is just "????"* Arsé-kun: Yog: *previous message #4* These are going through, yes? I'm not merely speaking into a void? Arsé-kun: Yog: *previous #5* Helloooooo? Hewwo? Is Purson working? Arsé-kun: Yog: *#6* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? Arsé-kun: Yog: *7* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?? Arsé-kun: Yog: *8* UHTW9028QHI3U8H2UOWQ.. *it's just button mash for several lines* Arsé-kun: Yog: *9, the last and biggest dialogue box* OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO NO NO NO, NONONONONONONONONONONO, NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO, NONO, OH NO, WHAT'S BROKEN?!? WHY IS PURSON NOT WORKING?!? NOW ISN'T THE PLACE FOR THAT, I CAN'T LET MY KIDS THINK I'M AGAINST THIS! I KNEW THIS WAS COMING, DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT ALL TO GRANDFATHER'S DARKEST CORNERS! F U C K Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I see the resemblance. Sheepy: Grif:...? Sheepy: Grif: It broke...? How? It can break...? Sheepy: Grif: It’s never broken before. ... Is it a quest? Hmm...hmm.. I have to fix it... Sheepy: Grif: Let’s work hard to fix it. *he’s recovered his composure...* Sheepy: Grif: And then we punch my uncle until it works. Arsé-kun: Kay: We can't just punch it until it works? Why not? *he might be joking. might* Arsé-kun: *The Panic Dialogue box closes on it's own, and up comes a new one* Sheepy: Grif: Hm? Arsé-kun: Yog: Oops, the menu server malfunctioned! Only that first message was intended to be read, but the confetti crashed everything! Oopsie whoopsie! uwu Sheepy: Grif: Hmm..So no punching anyone after all...Unfortunate. Arsé-kun: Kay: .... I don't understand this last part. Sheepy: Grif: I see. It is unnecessary. Sheepy: Grif: Simply, the server broke due to the confetti. Arsé-kun: Kay: Incredible. Sheepy: Grif: It's fine now. Sheepy: Grif: Howver... I did not plan this far, so I do not know what to do from here... Arsé-kun: Kay: Do we go back...? Or do we brag that we did this better than most of the wizards? Sheepy: Grif: I don't know. Sheepy: Grif: I'll follow your lead. Arsé-kun: Kay: Eh... Fuck those wizards. They can eat shit and choke on it. Deal with it when it's not night. Sheepy: Grif: Right. Sheepy: Grif: Makes sense. Sheepy: Grif: We can tell Elyan the news. Arsé-kun: Kay: And then rest up for another day of dealing with things I don't understand. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Kay: Exciting. I can't wait to get another headache. Sheepy: Grif: Let's work hard. Arsé-kun: *and so, they turn around and go back to home base.* Sheepy: Grif: We’re back. Sheepy: *Elyan turns his head much further back than a cat should and slowly slides down the wall.* Arsé-kun: *Sith throws a jingly ball at him for his anatomy breaking crimes* Sheepy: *Elyan chases after it... clumsily. He's still not used to this form.* Arsé-kun: *The door closes behind them, nearly hitting their backsides. Spooky!* Sheepy: Grif:! Sheepy: *Grif draws his sword!* Arsé-kun: Arthur: Lower your weapon, Sir Griflet. It was only me. Sheepy: Grif: ....? Sheepy: Grif: You're a door? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I closed it for you. Lucan informed me it is still polite to do so. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: I will keep it open so you can close it from now on. Arsé-kun: Kay: Or maybe don't do that? He won't need to if you do it yourself. Sheepy: Grif: But it's polite for him to close it and I shouldn't take that from him. Arsé-kun: Kay: It's polite to close a door after you use it in GENERAL! Unless someone is going in with you! Were you raised in a barnhouse?? Sheepy: Grif: No. In a cave. Sheepy: Grif: There are no doors in caves. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That makes more sense. Did your outing go well? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Good, good! That's wonderful to hear. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: The quest has been completed. Arsé-kun: Kay: Big alien gods are capable of panicking like people. We learned that today! Sheepy: *in the bg, Elyan is trying to play with the ball. he isn't quite getting it* Arsé-kun: *frustrated sith.jpeg* Sheepy: Grif: Yes. It is very concerning... I need to check on Dad later... Sheepy: Grif: I suppose other Dad too...but he's hibernating...He's supposed to wake soon... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Would I be able to meet him this time? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: He stayed away from you due to the sheer amout of knights around you. Sheepy: Grif: You should be safer now. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Wonderful! I've wanted to meet him for a while now! Sheepy: Grif: Knights are dangerous because they fight dragons for sport. Dad has been around for a very long time and probably would be unharmed by almost any weapon a knight could have, but... still he worried, just slightly. Sheepy: Grif: I'll introduce him to you when he wakes up. Arsé-kun: *Arthur is Pleased!* Sheepy: Grif: He lives in a cave. It's cozy. It's my childhood home. Sometimes I go back there. Arsé-kun: Kay: Who hasn't been in a cave before? Sheepy: Grif: People who haven't been in a cave before. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I can't argue against that. Sheepy: Grif: It's where dragons store their hoards. Sheepy: I was going to design a ferret version of elyan because I thought it'd be fitting but thn I forgot Sheepy: *Elyan is blankly watching them in the background* Arsé-kun: *Elyan continues to be a mood* Sheepy: Grif: But for now, you can meet my other dad occasionally. Sheepy: Grif: He's Santa Claus. Sheepy: Lucan: Every Santa is someone's parent. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Mine. Arsé-kun: Yog: You called? Sheepy: Grif: Dad, this is my King. He's a ghost now. Sheepy: *Elyan approaches Yog* Arsé-kun: *Elyan is pat by an orb. Do not ask how this works.* Sheepy: Grif: The other cute cat is Cait Sith. Sheepy: Grif: He likes steak. Arsé-kun: Yog: Two kings. Interesting. I would curtsy, but I believe the problem with that is easy to see. Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Sheepy: Grif: No pants. Arsé-kun: Yog: ..... There are several issues with this suggestion. Sheepy: Grif: For one, you'll be thrown in a dungeon for not wearing pants. Arsé-kun: Yog: ... Several knights have raided enemy camps alone and completely nude without ever seeing a dungeon for it. Sheepy: Grif: Unfortunately, you can't escape to put pants on and people are not thrilled to help you escape. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Griflet, how many times have you done this? Sheepy: Grif: Armor wears down and generally I don't bother wearing it. Sheepy: Grif: I have a whole list on ratings of enemy dungeons on a scale of 10 stars based on areas such as food, atmosphere, sights, and general treatment. Arsé-kun: Arthur: How many times for not wearing pants, Griflet? Sheepy: Grif... Sheepy: Grif: 22. So, of course, I have top twenty best and worst dungeons to be stuck pantsless in. Sheepy: Grif: That is because two of those were in dungeons I'd already been caught in before without pants. Arsé-kun: Yog: Please wear pants to not be thrown into jail. It is not a dungeon. It is not fun. Sheepy: Grif: Clothes...clothes are not comfortable... Unfortunately, they're required. Sheepy: Grif: However, I sleep with full armor on. Arsé-kun: Arthur: It's very uncomfortable. Sheepy: Grif: You do it as well? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I've had to a few times. I did not enjoy the experience. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: However, I've slept through multiple people at once trying to beat me to death thanks to it. Sheepy: Grif: Sleep is important. It's very rude to interrupt it. Sheepy: Grif: Therefore, it's worth it. Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Sheepy: Grif: No, don't wake Kay either. Arsé-kun: Kay: I'd like to, but I'm waiting for you to move your ass. Sheepy: Grif: Let's go, then. Sheepy: *Grif heads to bed* Arsé-kun: *Kay goes with, for the same purpose. finally, hell day can end* Sheepy: *Elyan sticks with Sith. He's just very excited to have a new friend!* Sheepy: *the next morning!* Sheepy: Grif: Rise and shine, Kay. We're going grave robbing. Arsé-kun: *Kay adamantly refuses to rise or shine.* Sheepy: Grif: *he throws Kay over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes* I appreciate your enthusiasm. Sheepy: Grif: Let's work hard as usual. Sheepy: Grif: But should I bring someone else with me.. Sheepy: Grif: *he goes looking for Arthur* Arsé-kun: *Arthur is in the hallway, inspecting a message board. What are these mysterious scrolls, so thin and straight but so clean? .. It's just old fliers for school events, but he's more interested in the paper itsellf* Sheepy: Grif: There you are. Sheepy: Grif: We're going grave robbing. Come with us. Sheepy: Grif:...Ah, that's paper. You can eat it. It's decent in flavor. Sheepy: Grif: However, it's warmer and tastier right out of the printer. Arsé-kun: Arthur: What is a printer, Sir Griflet? Arsé-kun: Arthur: But I see.. Paper is much different than it used to be. Sheepy: Grif: It takes the contents on a paper and duplicates them onto a new paper. Arsé-kun: *Featuring Kay just not bothering to argue because he isn't winning this. He's stuck on all fronts. Help him.* Arsé-kun: Arthur: Fascinating! And it doesn't require a human to manually do this? Sheepy: Grif: It can clone it infinitely so long it has its two most important supplies: Ink and paper. Sheepy: Grif: It just requires a human to put the page in. Arsé-kun: Arthur: :O Sheepy: Grif: Unlimited Page Works. Arsé-kun: Yog: *from Paimon* It also requires electricity, do not forget that crucial element! Sheepy: Grif: If you continue to punch it it will not require electricity. Arsé-kun: *Yog responds by bringing up an old tutorial on machine durability. aka "dont do that"* Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif: Well, you have to come with us. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I would love to, except I am bound to the Excalibur. Where I am presently is the furthest I can go. Sheepy: Grif: Ah. I'll just carry its wielder with me too. Sheepy: Mordred: Man, sure is too bad for you that I don't want to help my stinky, garbage, good for nothing dad by carrying the shiny king sword, huh? You totally need mt help, don't you? (Griflet: No.) C'mon, c'mon, beg for my help! I know you want it! Don't be shy- (Griflet: You're useless to me.) -EH?! Sheepy: Mordred: How could I possibly be USELSSS to you?! Sheepy: Grif: I don't know you and you aren't a potential social link. Arsé-kun: Kay: Also, you're annoying and don't know how to shut up. Arsé-kun: *Arthur makes the squinting cat face* Sheepy: Mordred: How do you not know me? You SAT NEAR ME! AT THE TABLE! And made eye contact many times! -And maybe you're just not very tolerant! Sheepy: Grif: I have never seen you before. Arsé-kun: *Kay is laughing into Grif's shirt.* Sheepy: Mordred: You guys are JERKS! Sheepy: Grif: ? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Perhaps put your helmet on. Sheepy: Mordred: Ugh, fine! Sheepy: *Mordred does so* Sheepy: Grif: Ah. Bucket head. Sheepy: Mordred: Ugh, fine! Sheepy: *Mordred does so* Sheepy: Grif: Ah. Bucket head. Sheepy: Mordred: It's Mordred. Mordred! The King's son!! Sheepy: Grif: Ah. I've never heard of you. You aren't at all charming like the Queen... Sheepy: Mordred: *huff* You'll all see! One day I'll do something so great everyone will regret not paying attention to me sooner...! You won't even be able to claim we hung out together!! Sheepy: Mordred: "Man, I wish I could've been friends with him before he got popular! Now he doesn't have the time of day for people like me"... That's what you'll think, Dad! And then I'll hang out with you anyway! Not because I like you but to prove that I'm better than you and I'd actually give time to my family no matter how big I am. No, not because I ever want to spend time with you nor my uncle! Because I hate both of you but especially you! Sheepy: Aru: Mordred, you're being loud. Arsé-kun: Kay: Morning, Princess. Your service is required! Sheepy: Mordred: See, see! I spend way more time than my great, great, wonderfully great grandkids than you ever spent with me! And look at how much they love me! You can see where you went wrong, I bet! Sheepy: Aru: Really? Where are we going? Sheepy: Aru: How can I help? Sheepy: Mordred: I even kick Lucan around until he helps them figure out tough homework problems! Yup, I really am the best. Arsé-kun: Kay: Mode, nobody's even listening to you Arsé-kun: Arthur: I need to be mobilized, for one. Griflet referred to it as "Grave Robbing", but a more accurate term would be "Restoring me to being alive." Sheepy: Aru: Oh, I see. Sheepy: Aru: I'll get the sword then! One moment. *she leaves briefly before returning with the sword* Sheepy: Mordred: Why does nobody ever listen to me? Arsé-kun: Kay: Because you have no concept of timing or letting important things happen? You can bully your father better after we make him physical, okay? Can you wait that long? Sheepy: Mordred: Heh! I'm patient! I've waited so long for this... What's one more minute! Sheepy: Mordred: But you better not run away! Sheepy: Mordred: I'll track you down! Sheepy: Aru: You can't leave here. Sheepy: Mordred: Ghhh... Details... Sheepy: Aru: Are we ready to go? Arsé-kun: Kay: We're about 90 to 95 percent ready! Sheepy: Aru: What's missing? Arsé-kun: Kay: My feet being on the ground. Sheepy: *Grif puts Kay down* Arsé-kun: [Quest: Arthur’s Corpsereal Forme] Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Do I have to see these terrible puns every time we set out to do something? Sheepy: Grif: No, just wear an eyepatch over both eyes. Sheepy: Grif:............. Sheepy: Grif: Ha. Ha. Ha. Arsé-kun: Kay: .... *he just sighs* Sheepy: Grif:...Because you cannot see with both on. Sheepy: Aru: He'd smack into everything, though. Sheepy: Grif: Dad writes them. Sheepy: Grif: He’s so busy, and yet he does it anyway... Sheepy: *The group gets to the lake!* Sheepy: Grif: It’s in there. Sheepy: Grif: We just have to get it out. Simple, one step quest. Sheepy: Aru: How? Sheepy: Grif: By getting it out. Arsé-kun: Kay: We need to find it. I can stay down there long enough to do this, but I don't know where it is. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That would make the most sense, but... I wasn't buried with it. Sheepy: Grif: We could also have the King go through to see where it is. Use his ghost tricks to find its core... Eh, wait, wrong thing. Sheepy: Grif: You weren’t buried with it, hm. Sheepy: Grif: And Bedivere’s memory seems to be failing him generally... So would he remember where your body is exactly, I wonder... Sheepy: *Nearby, Bedi has arrived with flowers! He places them down by the lake. he doesn’t seem to notice the group and is more fixated with a certain spot in the lake. [Burial Spot has been marked on the minimap!]* Arsé-kun: Kay: *strolling over* Morning, Bedi. No wizards? Sheepy: Bedi: ...Oh, Kay! *he looks up, visibly surprised* I think it’s too early for them... Arsé-kun: Kay: What losers. Sheepy: Bedi: They usually do not come with me. Sheepy: Bedi: Coming here daily would probably be too tedious for them. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose there is no point for me to come here anymore, but it always helps clear my head and keep me focused. Arsé-kun: Kay: Then what's gonna stop you? Sheepy: Bedi: Nothing. Sheepy: Bedi: Even if his soul is no longer here...I must visit every day to make sure his grave is not defiled. One of my final acts for my King was to prevent geave robbers from finding his body...so I must continue that service. Sheepy: Grif: We're going to rob his grave. Sheepy: Bedi: ! *he appears conflicted* ...I cannot let you do that. But if you know the location... I'm not stupid. I'd die trying to protect it from you. But I made a promise...so I can't die here. Sheepy: Grif: Ah. Well, you can go find another promise after I stomp on this one. I believe in you. Arsé-kun: Arthur: *unsure* .. Is it still defilement if there is a necessary reason to dig it up? Sheepy: Bedi: I don't understand why you would want to be dug up. This was Lucan's last action for you. ..Can I really just erase that? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Because according to most recordings of our stories, it suggests I would once again walk the Earth. This is difficult when I am not alive or have a physical forme. The act is not to destroy the site- It's only an extraction process. And if I die again, this will be where I am returned to. It will only be a temporary situation. Sheepy: Bedi:....*he's mulling this over* ....Right, that makes sense. Sheepy: *Bedi hesitantly lifts his hand and points to a spot in the lake* Arsé-kun: Arthur: Thank you. Arsé-kun: *Unfortunately, Arthur does not have the range for this and can't actually reach it* Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize for its quality... it's the best I could do. If I were Sir Lancelot or Sir Gawain, I am sure I could have given you the grand burial you deserved. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I appreciate it all the same. Sheepy: Bedi:...! *his eyes widen in surprise* Really...? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Why would I not? Sheepy: Bedi: Because Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawain could have done better had they been there. Arsé-kun: Kay: I got it, I got it! *no hesitation before throwing himself into the lake. he got it he got it* Sheepy: Bedi:?! Sheepy: Grif: He can swim. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I hope so. It would be awfully ironic to be unable to drown but also be unable to swim. Sheepy: Grif: I can swim. Arsé-kun: Arthur: We know, Griflet. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Good. Arsé-kun: *Griflet is reminded by a menu pop up that if he wants to participate in things like this, he needs a Swim over 15.* Sheepy: Grif:! Sheepy: Grif:...But water's cold and wet... Sheepy: Grif: The only water I like is Elyan. Sheepy: Grif: I hate going in it. Arsé-kun: *Yog's only reply is "Lol git gud noob". classy* Sheepy: Grif: Guh...! Sheepy: Grif: F...fine! I'll...! Sheepy: Grif: I'll show you! I'll get good! Nobody can doubt my capabilities! Nobody!!! Arsé-kun: Yog: There is a time and place for everything. But not now. Sheepy: *Grif has gone into rage and reject input mode. He jumps in.* Arsé-kun: *Yog gives up and goes back to his other duties. Whatever.* Arsé-kun: *It is very wet. It is very cold. It is a body of water in the winter. How the lake is not frozen over is completely beyond me.* Sheepy: Bedi:...But his swimming skills are some of the worst among the knights. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... *he just kinda accepts that this is happening* Sheepy: Bedi: Should we do something...? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Probably...? Sheepy: Bedi: Um, ummm... Sheepy: Bedi: He's going to get sick... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Absolutely. Sheepy: Bedi:?! Sheepy: Bedi: Why are you here...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I offered my assistance to Meril yesterday, so I am making good on it. Good morning and bonjour to you too. Sheepy: Bedi:.... Sheepy: Bedi: *he anxiously looks to Arthur* Arsé-kun: Arthur: If Meril permitted it, I do not see a problem with it. He's the most trustworthy in these sorts of situations. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose so... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Fantastic. I was not sure how this was going to be done, so I brought some modern tools along. Sheepy: Bedi: Really? Arsé-kun: *Arséne responds by pulling his toolbag to the front. Yes, really* Sheepy: Bedi: Ah...Kay and Griflet are already in there. Kay is a very talented swimmer. Sheepy: Bedi: Griflet is one of the worst among the knights. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Well, that sounds like a personal problem. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: Perhaps Kay will need these tools. Arsé-kun: Kay: Kay would like these tools. Please take this Griflet. Sheepy: Grif: *he's clinging to Kay, shivering all over..* I-it's cold! Cold!! Sheepy: Bedi: *he takes his coat off and puts it on Grif* Arsé-kun: Arséne: If you need out of this weather, I drove here, so you can warm up in the car. Sheepy: Grif: Uh...Paimon, define car. Arsé-kun: Yog: Big metal machine with four wheels designed to carry two or more occupants. Used for travelling, and for far more distance than any normal mount. They have heating and air conditoning. Sheepy: Grif: ! Sheepy: Grif: Yes. I want warmth. Arsé-kun: *Arséne puts the toolbag down and guides Grif to Warmth* Sheepy: *Grif is very happy to have warmth!* Arsé-kun: *Kay checks the bag. What is this strangely shaped sickle? Is this a weapon? Is this a mattock? It's sure about to be!* Sheepy: Bedi: It's a pickaxe. Arsé-kun: Kay: Real clever name. Sheepy: Bedi: It's like an axe but it's used to pick at hard objects. Arsé-kun: Kay: Like rocks? Sheepy: Bedi: That's its main use. Sheepy: Bedi: It's a dangerous tool for archaeology because it can destroy bones with ease. Sheepy: Bedi:...Oh, would you know what archaeology is, even... Arsé-kun: Kay: Nope. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose eventually I should brief you on modern subjects. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yes, please, break me in half with your modern knowledge. Sheepy: Bedi: Um...This may be difficult to do. Sheepy: Bedi: But I can do it after you've finished. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, okay. I will go back into the depths of cold. Arsé-kun: *Kay walks into the lake a second time. Just right on in. just* Sheepy: Bedi: Good luck! Arsé-kun: *bubble sound. kay says thanks* Sheepy: *Bedi awaits Kay's return.* Arsé-kun: *LATER* Sheepy: Bedi: Hmm... I wonder when he'll return... Arsé-kun: Arthur: It certainly is taking him a while. Sheepy: Bedi: *he's activated Airgetlam to keep everyone warm. it's a much more welcoming light than how it is in combat.* ...I think he's coming back! Sheepy: Bedi: Kay, did you find it?! Arsé-kun: Kay: *resurfaces, finally* What?? Sheepy: Bedi: The body? Arsé-kun: Kay: I think so??? I got a huge chunk of rock?? Nothing else down there! ... Also, I found another sword so that was cool. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah....Um, we need to open the chunk of rock. Arsé-kun: Kay: I did all this myself, you come get it! It's heavy! Sheepy: Bedi: You brought it up? Arsé-kun: Kay: Yes! I considered bringing it up all the way, but nobody wants to see me that big I bet. Sheepy: Bedi: I can do the rest. Sheepy: *Bedi goes to the rock and lifts it using airgetlam* Arsé-kun: *it very big. very rectangl. much purble. wow* Sheepy: Bedi: How do we open it...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Hit it? It looks like a gem, but there's somethin' in there. No doubt about it. Sheepy: Bedi:....Yes, I can do that. Sheepy rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3 Sheepy: Bedi: *he puts it down on the ground and inhales sharply, positioning himself to break the crystal. ...He begins trembling all over. What if he damages the King? Oh no. Oh no. Oh no- Ah, he only hit the edge...* Arsé-kun: Kay: That proves we can break it. Good work, Sir. Sheepy: Bedi: ...? Sheepy: Bedi: I just cannot stomach the thought of potentially hurting the King... Arsé-kun: Arthur: I'm dead. You have permission to injure me slightly. Sheepy: Bedi:..... Arsé-kun: Arséne: *He is disregarding this for the chunk of gem on the ground. He wants the Shiny. He has the shiny. And he didn't steal it! Technically!* Sheepy rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7 Sheepy: get ready for nat 1 Sheepy rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1 Sheepy: *Bedi tries calming his nerves. He finally manages to... But just as he's about to make contact, Airgetlam deactivates and Bedi instead pulls a muscle. The area remains undented...* Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Okay, move it, lemme have a go. Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize...I just can't...*he shifts so Kay can get to it* ...I have to, and yet, I... Arsé-kun: *Kay smacks it with the pickaxe. It bounces right off and he smacks himself in the face* Sheepy: Bedi:! Kay, are you alright?! Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah... That hurt, but worth a shot. Sheepy: Bedi: Switch on, Airgetlam! *His right arm lights up brightly! He brings it down upon the rock!* Arsé-kun: *Finally, some meaningful damage! He gives it a big ol' crack right in the middle!* Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, it's a start...! Sheepy: Bedi: *he brings Airgetlam down on the rock once more, fired up!* Arsé-kun: *He breaks it!!!* Sheepy: Bedi: *huff...huff...huff...* ...It's done.... Sheepy: Bedi: *he clutches the ribs on his right side* Sheepy: Bedi: Guh...! I'm sorry... *huff, huff* ...I suppose I've gotten rusty. Sheepy: Grif:...? *he approaches* ...It's rocks. ...Tasty... Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif, can you at least wait until we get Wart OUT of the rocks to eat all of them?? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: We can share them afterwards. Sheepy: Grif: They contain many vitamins. Sheepy: Grif: Like... Arsé-kun: Kay: They also contain break-your-mouth. Sheepy: Grif:.....Eh, what's a vitamin? Sheepy: Grif: It just sounds like a fun word...Probably good for you. Sheepy: Grif: Maybe you're just eating rocks wrong. Sheepy: Bedi: It's open...Now what do we do...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Hell if I know. Sheepy: Bedi: Uncover his body, I suppose... ... Ah, but I haven't seen it since I buried it. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Me neither! *trying to be funny to lighten the mood just a Little Bit* Sheepy: Bedi: So its status...I hope it has been perserved properly. Excalibur can help prevent aging, but... Sheepy: Bedi:...Decaying, I wouldn't know. Sheepy: Grif: Well, one way to find out. Sheepy: Grif: *He throws off the layer on top of Arthur's body* Arsé-kun: *If not for the fact that everyone present knows Arthur is dead, it would be surprisingly easy to mistake him for just napping in some rocks. Except the paleness and not breathing, but you get it. Shut.* Sheepy: Bedi:?! Arsé-kun: *Slight disappointment from Arséne, who was expecting a genuine corpse and not this preserved nonsense* Sheepy: Grif: Huh. Arsé-kun: Kay: Geez, what a loser. It can't be him, he's gotta be under. *he jokingly starts to lean down to fucking toss Arthur's body, but stops because he isn't actually going to* Arsé-kun: Arthur: :I Sheepy: Grif: He's surprisingly less dead than I remember him being. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He looks like he was only dead for about five minutes. Decay hasn't even set in yet. Sheepy: Grif: Well, decay's really lazing on the job. Sheepy: Grif: Go on, wear your fleshsuit. Arsé-kun: Arthur: My... My what? Pardon? Sheepy: Grif: Fleshsuit. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I firmly dislike that. Sheepy: Grif: Well, you don't wear a body. Sheepy: Grif: You are a body. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Sir Griflet, you are henceforth banned from referring to my body as a "Fleshsuit". Sheepy: Grif: Go into your meat puppet and puppeteer it. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... I take back my declaration in awe of how much worse you made it. Sheepy: *Bedi's broken down crying in the background from seeing his king again, but this isn't about him.* Sheepy: Grif: Good. Arsé-kun: *Bedi needs time to himself to process it all. Let him be* Sheepy: Grif: When you go into your body everything may feel off at first. Sheepy: Grif: You may feel like stiff. Because you're in one. Sheepy: Grif: .......Ha. Ha. Ha. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Can't this wait until after I have the ability to function? Sheepy: Grif: I will prepare my greatest joke for you for when you are able to function. Arsé-kun: Kay: That sounds horrific. Quick, take far longer than necessary. Sheepy: Grif: More time to think of one. Arsé-kun: *After a lot of deliberation and cautious lowering of one's self, Arthur does re-enter his body!* Sheepy: Grif: How are you feeling? Sheepy: Grif: Dead bodies are so slow to talk back. Arsé-kun: Arséne: It's not going to be that quick..! Sheepy: Grif: Oh. Sheepy: Grif: Why? Does he need to reboot his operating system? Arsé-kun: Arséne: That is... A surprisingly apt way of putting it, but yes. Sheepy: Grif: Paimon has many apts. Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's an App. Sheepy: Grif: Ah... Sheepy: Grif: So we just wait Sheepy: Grif: Bedivere, please cry quieter. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oi, eat sod, let him have it. Sheepy: Grif: Eat? ..... Rocks, tasty... Sheepy: Grif:......*He turns around towards the lake and starts digging for a rock* Arsé-kun: *he finds a rock immediately* Sheepy: Grif: *he starts eating the rock. cronch* Arsé-kun: Kay: .... So, Aru, this is a whole mess you've landed yourself into. You feel good about it? Sheepy: Aru: It's not the weirdest situation I've ended up in. I know my contribution has been minimal, but I'm happy that I helped someone. Arsé-kun: Kay: ....? How have you gotten into stranger than watching a ghost retake his centuries? Old? Corpse?? Sheepy: Aru: Our uncle travels often for business but occasionally he visits us. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah? Is he dead too? Sheepy: Aru: No, but he's supposed to be. Sir Lancelot nearly killed him for revealing the affair between the Queen and Sir Lancelot... Sheepy: Aru: He doesn't hold any grudges about it. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... .... How the hell is HE alive??? Sheepy: Aru: He's a vampire. Sheepy: Aru: He likes baking sweets so he usually brings them when he comes to visit. His lion-shaped cookies are cute... Sheepy: Aru: He's extremely prickly on the outside but he's sweet on the inside. Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, he does that openly now?? Good for him. It's about damn time. Sheepy: Aru: Yes, he does. Apparently his boss does too. Arsé-kun: Kay: Is it just more acceptable now? Is that a thing men are permitted to do publically? Sheepy: Aru: Yup! Arsé-kun: Kay: We get back *he looks a bit excited* And you're showing me how to operate that so called "oven stove". Sheepy: Aru: Yeah, I can do that! I'm good at using it. Sheepy: Grif: You can cook, Kay? Arsé-kun: Kay: Used to. Not sure how it'll work out now. If I gotta make a fire and do it my way, so be it. Sheepy: Grif: I believe in you. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well now I have to! Sheepy: Grif: I'm sure you'll bake something great, dough you may mess up a few times. Sheepy: Grif:....Ha. Ha. Ha. Arsé-kun: Yog: [Quest: Arthur’s Corpsereal Forme: Completed!] *confetti, confetti, small trumpet fanfare* Sheepy: Grif: Guh! Sheepy: Grif: ...*he appears embarrassed*... It startled me. Sheepy: Grif: So with the quest completed...He's awake? Arsé-kun: Yog: [New Extra Quest: Life's Batter with Cakes!] Sheepy: Grif:....Cake... Sheepy: Grif: *His eyes have lit up...He's excited!* Arsé-kun: Arthur: ..... Cake sounds... *he sounds a bit hoarse* .... Really nice right now... Sheepy: Grif: I don't have any. Sheepy: Bedi: ...! Sheepy: Grif: You can have some later. Sheepy: Grif: For now, you need to get up. I won't carry you unless I have to. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... ..... *he coughs* Sir Bedivere, please assist. Sheepy: Bedi: ...! Yes, of course! *He rushes over to Arthur's side and lifts him up* Arsé-kun: Kay: Great, cool, can we go now? It's goddamn colder than the inside of a winter fae's dead heart and tit. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Please lead the way. Arsé-kun: Kay: I gotta do everything in this shit century?? *but, he eventually does. he isnt happy about it.* Sheepy: *Bedi follows Kay to their destination. Grif and Aru follow as well.* Sheepy: Grif: *he takes off the coat Bedi gave him and shoves it at Kay* Arsé-kun: *Kay takes it without complaint. For once* Sheepy: Bedi: How do you feel, my King? Sheepy: Grif: With his hands. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Like I got hit by a bear. Sheepy: Bedi: Maybe you should take advil...Oh, you wouldn't know what that is. Sheepy: Grif: It's what you forge weapons upon. Arsé-kun: Kay: That's an anvil. Sheepy: Grif: Oh. Sheepy: Bedi: Advil is a pain medication. Sheepy: Bedi: It temporarily relieves pain. Sheepy: Bedi: Some types of pain medication reduce swelling as well and allow blood to flow easier, which is problematic if you're bleeding. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Ah. I meant hit as in... Hm... Sheepy: Bedi: However, I cannot attest to its usefulness. I stopped feeling pain long ago. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That is extremely concerning. Sheepy: Bedi: I have very few sensations when it comes to touch, I'm afraid... Cold does not bother me because I cannot feel it. The same goes for heat. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose that's why I am not bothered by Airgetlam being up against what was once a tender area. Sheepy: Bedi:...Heating up. Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... Extraordinarily concerning. Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose so. Sheepy: Bedi: But... if not feeling is the price I must pay to always be there for my King, it is a small price. Arsé-kun: Arthur: *mac loading cursor* Arsé-kun: Arthur: .. If everything being blurry is my price for being back, so be it. Sheepy: Bedi: We can get glasses for you. Arsé-kun: Arthur: What will glass do...? Sheepy: Bedi: It corrects vision. Sheepy: Bedi: You'll need to get a special prescription... But we can do that later. Sheepy: Bedi: It should fix everything. Sheepy: Bedi: You wear it over your eyes. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Interesting. Sheepy: Bedi: Just be careful not to break them. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Because it's glass. Sheepy: Bedi: And they're somewhat expensive. Arsé-kun: Arthur: But isn't glass just hot sand..? Sheepy: Bedi: Well, the glass is special because it's custom made to fit your specific vision so you can see well. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That's amazing. Things have certainly advanced... Sheepy: Bedi: Yes! Science truly is amazing! Arsé-kun: Arthur: You'll have to inform me of more! It's very interesting! Sheepy: Bedi: Yes! Sheepy: Bedi: There's a lot to learn. For example...The Earth is round. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Oh, that was proven? Very nice. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: You can put your clothes in a box and they come out clean. Arsé-kun: Arthur: No hand washing by maids anymore.. Sheepy: Bedi: Some clothes need hand washing. Most don't. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Kay can still do the laundry. Sheepy: Bedi: Kay is very talented... Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... I fully expected a complaint of some kind. Sheepy: Bedi:...? Kay? Arsé-kun: *... Nothing* Sheepy: Bedi: Hm...he must have needed to do something... Sheepy: Bedi: Where do I carry you to...? Arsé-kun: Arthur: The sofa, I suppose. I would like to try that. It looks soft.. Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, that works. *he carries Arthur to the sofa* Arsé-kun: *Well, they found Kay, hogging up all of the sofa space and leaving his wet clothes on the floor. How'd he change this fast? Probably learned that from Grif. I don't know either.* Sheepy: Bedi: Ah.... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Oh, that's a shame. Sheepy: Bedi: I should find a blanket for him afterwards... Arsé-kun: Arthur: It would be wise. Sheepy: Bedi: But finding a place for you to rest is my top priority. Sheepy: Bedi: After I find a place for you, I can figure out the difficult situation of how I can be here for you if you need me if I don't live here. No phone yet...Hmm. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... You don't have to be. You have your own life, don't you? Sheepy: Bedi: My role is being your knight. Without that, I am nothing. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... ... *he opts to just quietly leave again. Nevvvvvermind.* Sheepy: Bedi: If you have no need for me, well... Hmm. The very thought of being useful to you in the future helps me cling to life. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I didn't say that, but I doubt I'd need you so often that you move. ... That is a poor way of saying it. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I'm trying to tell you that you don't need to orbit around me like Kay does alcohol. Sheepy: Bedi: I see. That makes sense. But you'll still need to communicate with me long distance. ...For now, I'll trade phone numbers with Aru if she allows it... Sheepy: Bedi: However... unfortunately, other than the Queen, Sir Lancelot, and the wizards... I am the only one who can relate to both being a part of the past while still having understanding of modern technology...Simply, among us, none would be better for making you accustomed to modern times. Arsé-kun: Arthur: And between all of you, I believe it will go well. You do not need to do it all yourself. Sheepy: Bedi: However, I should do all I can. Sheepy: Bedi: I cannot just sit around and do nothing. I have already done this for too long. Sheepy: Bedi: My embarrassment of my performance back at the lake is unfathomable. Sheepy: Bedi: No knight of yours can possibly be so weak. So, I must work harder. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Sir Bedivere? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes? Arsé-kun: Arthur: ...How did Kay say it? "Shut the hell your mouth"? Sheepy: Bedi: I apologize. You need not hear my thoughts on the matter. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Your thoughts are valuable input. You're valuable. Stop saying things like that and meaning them. Sheepy: Bedi: *he appears surprised... and incredibly happy very briefly!* Arsé-kun: Arthur: Instead, I'd rather you think about how well you did today. Sheepy: Bedi:...! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Can you do that for me? Sheepy: Bedi:...! Yes, of course! If that is your order, I will pride myself in today's achievements. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I shouldn't have to make that an order... Sheepy: Bedi: Unfortunately, compared to my fellow knights, my achievements are insignificant and overall unmemorable. It is difficult to feel pleased with them. But if you believe it them to be great, then they must be. Sheepy: Bedi:...Hmm, but...am I forgetting something? Sheepy: Bedi: Ah! Merlin never came to see you... Sheepy: Bedi: He did seem incredibly unhappy the other day. It worried me, but...I am sure he just felt overwhelmed. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Perhaps you should ask him. He seems to speak with you easily. Sheepy: Bedi: It would not be an ideal relationship if you could not speak easily to your husband... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Yes, yes, that makes s- --- Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... I'm sorry? Sheepy: Bedi:? Our relationship is wonderful... Were you worrying otherwise? Arsé-kun: Arthur: No, no. I wasn't aware that you two had gotten together. My apologies for my rudeness, and congrats to you both! Sheepy: Bedi: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Kay: *irritably* Can you two chatter somewhere else?? Sheepy: Bedi:...Ah, right! We still haven't found a place for you... I apologize, Kay. Sheepy: *Bedi brings Arthur to a place to lie down* Arsé-kun: *Arthur appreciates this. Kay also appreciates them leaving him alone* Sheepy: Bedi: I will go speak to Merlin about coming to visit you tomorrow. For now, please rest. You have had a long day. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Merlin certainly agrees on that plan, unless the day is taken up by something else! Even then, I'll call! Sheepy: Bedi: Ah! Merlin! You're here! *he gives Merlin a huge smile!* Sheepy: Bedi: Yes, and if you're not up early, I'll make sure to wake you if you'd like. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Same to you, hun. Except you won't get a choice. Sheepy: Bedi: For now, let's go home and get ready for tomorrow. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah, yeah, one thing first. *He leans down to give Arthur a biiig hug. It is Required* Sheepy: Bedi: Now, let's head home so our King can sleep. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes, yes, of course. Sheepy: *Bedi gently takes Merlin's hand and heads out!* Arsé-kun: *Merlin's hopes go up. What a fool he is.* Sheepy: *Enjoy this while you can, Merlin!* Arsé-kun: *HE'S SURE GOING TO!* Sheepy: Bedi: After visiting the King tomorrow, we can stop by the sweets shop we always go to. The King might like it too, so we can invite him when he's recovered. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, he'd absolutely love it, no doubts! Sheepy: Bedi: Yes! I need to start training again as well... I've gotten rusty, it seems. Maybe sometime later this week you could train with me? Sheepy: Bedi: I believe training will help both of us. Sheepy: Bedi: And anyway...I embarrassed myself today from being rusty. I'd rather only mess up in front of you alone...I don't feel embarrassed when it's you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Aw, I thought you did great. It was just some nervousness, nothing unusual. Sheepy: Bedi:...Nervousness isn't something I should let control me. Sheepy: Bedi: I make mistakes when it consumes me. Sheepy: Bedi: I pulled my rib on the right side thanks to this. But as a knight... I cannot let such things bother me. And yet, even with my senses dulled, breathing is uncomfortable. Sheepy: Bedi: However...around you, I do not mind letting that show. You wouldn't judge me over it. *he grins* Thank you. Let's train hard together, okay? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You hurt yourself?? I'll judge you on that and only that. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm healing that as soon as we get back! Arsé-kun: Merlin: After that, yes, absolutely! *he looks pumped* We're gonna kick so much ass! Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, you'll heal my ribs? Thank you. I appreciate it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: <3 You're always welcome Sheepy: Bedi: *He's very pleased!* Arsé-kun: *Because Bedi is pleased, Merlin is happy! All is Good* Arsé-kun: *and they go home. bedi is healed. a good time is had. merlin brags at 90 miles an hour at meril. fou ends his fucking miserable life* Sheepy: *Meril is happy just being included in conversation.* Sheepy: *The next morning... Thanks to the excitement of yesterday, Bedi slept surprisingly well!* Arsé-kun: Merlin: *Throwing the door open* Goooood morning!!~ Up and attem, sweetcheeks! :D :D :D Sheepy: *Bedi was confusedly glancing around the room before turning his attention towards Merlin* ...Sweetcheeks? Arsé-kun: Merlin: You not like that one? That's okay, but c'mon, you're runnin' late hun. Sheepy: Bedi:..... Arsé-kun: Merlin:..... Sheepy: Bedi: (...He could be useful for information...) Sheepy: Bedi: (...But he could also be why I can't seem to recall a thing.) Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... What's wrong? Sheepy: Bedi: Are you certain you have the right person, sir? My name isn't "hun"... It's... (...What is it?) Arsé-kun: *Merlin freezes, losing all the color in his face as he stares at Bedi.* Sheepy: Bedi: (There has to be something with my name on it... Does this ring have an inscription on it?) Sheepy: Bedi: *he looks his wedding band over closely.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Oh, you're right! My bad, mistook you for your brother! Haha haha! Sorry for bothering you..! Sheepy: Bedi: Brother? Sheepy: Bedi: ...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Haha, sorry, my bad!! I'll let you be! Sorry!!! *he excuses himself and promptly bolts* Sheepy: Bedi: Hey, wait...! (My source of information left...!) Arsé-kun: *Merlin does not wait. Merlin is already down the stairs and leaving.* Sheepy: Meril: Hey, Merlin, you forgot Bedivere... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Aren't you in a hurry! Arsé-kun: Fou: Fou fou! Sheepy: Meril: I'm sure it won't bug him too much though. He already forgets to bring you often enough. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I did my part here! *He gives them a big, empty smile. It is clearly fake. He did not even remotely try to hide how hurt he is, or how his heart is currently shattering into tiny pieces as they speak.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Anyway, I'm dead inside, have a nice day!! :D :D :D *And he sure looks it. That is... Bad?* Sheepy: Myrrdin: What? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Did he kick you out? Arsé-kun: Merlin: What? I wish. Sheepy: Myrrdin: Eh? Sheepy: Myrrdin: Then what...? Sheepy: Meril: Maybe Bedivere broke up with him after deciding the King needed him more. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...... I....... No, but... Sheepy: Myrrdin: Then what? Sheepy: Myrrdin: I've never seen you like this before. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... ...... *He just sighs, dropping the obvious act for a moment. If he looked dead inside before, then now he matches the face of an actually dead person. Why have those lights and sparkles in your eyes when you can simply just not?* The inevitable finally happened. Sheepy: Myrrdin:......! Arsé-kun: *Merlin immediately puts the act back up, grins, and decides he's done with this discussion in favor of leaving.* Sheepy: Myrrdin:...I'm so sorry. Take the time you need. Arsé-kun: *Merlin exits the bar without a single line of sass. He's really hurting, and it shows* Sheepy: Myrrdin: Just...come back soon, okay? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Maybe. Arsé-kun: *Merlin leaves.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... (Why did I never prepare myself for this? I knew it was coming eventually. I knew, and it still doesn't help... There was nothing I could do, like usual.) Arsé-kun: Merlin: (Why am I so utterly useless? Meril hates his incubus half but manages to be the best at it, Myrrdin has a constant threat of dying and he still does his damnest.. But there was nothing I could do for him.) Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he shakes his head and then glances around* (Maybe I can stop off at our favorite.... Well, just mine now.) Arsé-kun: Merlin: (Wonder if Vivian's willing to put me down. Or would she just call me gross and throw me out? I'd deserve it either way..) Sheepy: Shuzo: Hey. You look down ⭐ Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...Oh. Morning, Shuu. You're out early. Sheepy: Shuu: I was bored⭐️ And I can’t let my sparkling dream tourists think I’ve disappeared⭐️ Hehe⭐️ But such a face doesn’t fit a cute idol like you⭐ Arsé-kun: Merlin: Like the viewers care. I'm pretty sure most of them are there because I give myself gigantic boobs and because I'm gross. Sheepy: Shuu: Hey, I’m there because you’re sparkling ⭐ Sheepy: Shuu: You don’t have to talk about what’s bugging you... just know that I’m here for you ⭐️ Just call my name and I’ll appear by your side... Hehe ⭐ Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... That helps a little. Sheepy: Shuu: Hearing that makes my heart sparkle ⭐️ In return... do one favor for me: give me a smile. Even an itty bitty one⭐️ Arsé-kun: *Merlin at least gives it a shot* Sheepy: Shuu: Hehe ⭐ Thank you ⭐ Sheepy: Shuu: When you feel down make sure to smile for me ⭐ My beloved friends being sad makes my heart crumble ⭐ Arsé-kun: Merlin: At least you have one ⭐ Mine took off for a week-long vacation in the Bahamas. Sheepy: Shuu: *his smile fades, leaving a concerned expression* ...Hey, c'mon, I'll treat you to something. I can't leave you like this. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I won't be in your way? I'm incredibly annoying. Sheepy: Shuu: You aren't annoying to me. You're my beloved friend. Arsé-kun: *Merlin perks up a bit!* Sheepy: Shuu: Where do you want to eat? Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he shrugs* Wherever the most people are, I guess. Sheepy: Shuu: Okay, let's go to Trip's. It's always crowded around now. Just make sure I don't eat too unhealthily... Nobody's there to make me eat veggies (star) Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll do no such thing. Sheepy: Shuu: Hehehe. What a good friend you are. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Just don't let me order anything bad. Sheepy: Shuu: Will do ⭐ Arsé-kun: *it's time for a trashy breakfast place people only go to because it's open and has good grilled cheese!* Sheepy: Shuu: Great, we actually got a table ⭐ Is there enough people? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes, I believe so. If everyone starts picking fights with each other, that's when we bail. Sheepy: Shuu:...Hmm? Okay. Sheepy: Shuu: If people start fighting, we can go somewhere else. Sheepy: Shuu: But for now, let's enjoy ourselves. Arsé-kun: *And they do! They get food, they eat, they chatter. ... Meanwhile, the Trip's is erupting into chaos around them. Just another normal morning at Trip's!* Sheepy: Shuu: Hehe. It's chaotic as usual. Arsé-kun: Merlin: We should probably get going soon... Don't need anyone realizing I'm the source of it. Sheepy: Shuu: Okay, then where do you want to go next? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... That's a good question. Where could we go that won't start shit? Sheepy: Shuu: Denny's. Sheepy: Shuu:The head honcho was good about setting up a place that has that kind of effect ⭐ There's a bakery nearby too but I don't think you're in the mood to deal with the self-proclaimed waiter... He waited three seconds before telling me to leave the last time ⭐ Sheepy: Shuu: It's a new record. The food's too good to get mad at him though. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But it's more "You end up at Denny's" than "You intentionally go to Denny's", isn't it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, well. If they have that cool animatronic again I'll shut up. Sheepy: Shuu: It looks so musical. I want it to sing to me. Sheepy: Shuu: Let's go, let's go ⭐ Sheepy: *Shuu drags Merlin to Denny's* Arsé-kun: *Merlin ends up at Denny's. His prophecy... Was true.* Sheepy: Shuu: Here we are. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sheesh, this place always has such a weird vibe to it. Sheepy: Shuu: Yes ⭐ I rarely go here. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Same. After a while, the dulled emotions of drunks and stoners doesn't really do it. Sheepy: Shuu: Yes... And the fear of being interacted with. Sheepy: Shuu: It's okay, though. I could duet with the robot and nobody would ever recognize me ⭐ Sheepy: Shuu: My voice reaches the furthest borders space but not Denny's. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But is it here? Is the robot here? Sheepy: Shuu: Let's go look. Sheepy: *Shuu goes looking for the robot* Arsé-kun: *The robot is not on it's perch on stage. It must not be here today* Sheepy: Shuu: Nope. Too bad. Arsé-kun: Merlin: What a shame. Sheepy: Shuu: What do you want to do instead? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ♪ What do you do when you're stuck at Den-ny's? Sheepy: Shuu: Cry. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay, that's true but please don't. I already want to. Sheepy: Shuu: Did you want to talk about it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Eh, at worst I'll sound like I'm on crack. Sure, I guess. Sheepy: Shuu: I'm a good listener. You can tell because I have four ears (star) Sheepy: Shuu:...Sorry. Go on. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *he slides into a booth* ... *sigh* You've seen how forgetful Bedivere is. Every time I think things are going well, Fate smacks me upside the head. I've been trying to help him for so long.. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... He woke up today not knowing who he was or who I was. Sheepy: Shuu:...! Arsé-kun: Merlin: It was inevitable. I knew it was coming. I knew..! Sheepy: Shuu: *his usual cheerful persona has faded* ...I'm so sorry. Sheepy: Shuu: Just because you knew doesn't mean you're to blame. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It feels bad. I've been trying so much to fix it or at least slow it. I've made no progress. Nothing works. *he looks down at the table* I can't call trying to help him a waste of time. heepy: Shuu: Have you brought him to any doctors? Sheepy: Shuu: Watson isn't a brain doctor but be might know a good one. Arsé-kun: Merlin: What kind of doctor would be willing to work on a patient well over five hundred years old? I can't just bust down a hospital door and ask them to take my boyfriend immediately. Sheepy: Shuu: You can if he can't remember anything. Sheepy: Shuu: That's an emergency. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I guess.. Sheepy: Shuu: You shouldn't carry this sort of burden alone. You might be some super powerful wizard but nobody is capable of everything. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Not yet. Sheepy: Shuu: You still intend to figure it out by yourself? You'd be better off bringing him to the hospital. Sheepy: Shuu: The body tends to collapse when it forgets its resolve to live. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... I never thought about it that way. If he even forgets that... Sheepy: Shuu: He might die without it, if I understand the situation properly. Sheepy: Shuu: Being his hero will feel satisfying if you succeed but relief when he gets help from many people is much better⭐ Arsé-kun: *Merlin is now visibly stressed. Good work, Shu⭐zo!* Arsé-kun: Merlin: We don't even know that many people anymore, though.. And it's not like we can go out much- if at all- with the curses stacked on us..! Sheepy: Shuu: Go to the Lupin guy who's been visiting you. Sheepy: Shuu: Detectives know everyone. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's a detective... And I'm pretty sure he does muggle cases. Sheepy: Shuu: Nyarlathotep lives at his place rent free. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes, let me literally ask the Crawling Chaos himself to help me with no demonic contracts. Sheepy: Shuu: My point is that he should know someone. Sheepy: Shuu: Maybe consider outsourcing help. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Let me just post a crowdsourcing post. Let me open a Patreon for my immortal husband. Better tell the big newspapers! Arsé-kun: Merlin: How am I gonna ask without sounding completely insane?? Sheepy: Shuu: He lives with Nyarlathotep. He also lives with my doctor. Someone there should know. Sheepy: Shuu: Don't throw away possibilities. It's better to seem crazy rather than actually become it from heartbreak. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You sound as if you've learned that lesson personally. Sheepy: Shuu: No, I'm just a movie buff... maybe ⭐ Hehe. Sheepy: Shuu: You can't just uncover all of my mysteries so quickly. Next you'll be asking my species. Company secret ⭐ Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hm, we'll see about that, you... *he looks Shuu over* Lets call you a fox for now. Sheepy: Shuu: Sounds fine to me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Let me get this straightened out. You expect me to go to a place I have never been to, and to explain all of this like it's completely normal? Without accidentally draining the entire building? Sheepy: Shuu: I can go with you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But would your man allow it? Sheepy: Shuu: Eh? Why would he care? Sheepy: Shuu: I could ask, but... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You know what? Good point. Sheepy: Shuu: Okay, when did you want to go? I guess you should bring Bedivere with you, too, in case it's a situation that can be fixed right then and there, right? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I should, but is it a good idea? Sheepy: Shuu: What's the potential harm? Sheepy: Shuu: He doesn't remember you and thinks you're abducting him? Sheepy: Shuu: It'd be best if you explained the situation. He seems gullib- I mean, trusting. Hehe ⭐ He won't doubt you. Sheepy: Shuu: Then, you bring him to the detectives and they can help you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You really think it'll be that easy..? Sheepy: Shuu: Yeah. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Hm. Maybe. Sheepy: Shuu: I believe in you ⭐ Sheepy: *Merlin gets a text. And another text. And another text. And five more texts. Short pause. Text. Text* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Sheesh, speak of the angel! *he goes to check, and it just keeps going off. bzz DING bzzz DING bbzzz DING bDING* Sheepy: *Most of the texts are incomprehensible combinations of letters, "ARE YOY OKAY???", "WHERE ARE YOU??", or "I'M SIRRY"* Sheepy: *Among the messages is a picture of Fou. It's from Bedi!* Arsé-kun: *Merlin looks relieved!* Sheepy: Shuu: Oh, it's him? Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's him. He's apologizing though it isn't his fault. Sheepy: Shuu: How kind of him (star) Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] I'm okay, I'm at Denny's, don't be sorry, and don't go to Trip's- Last I saw it was a mess! Sheepy: *Merlin gets no response... It's just marked as Read...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... If he shows up in the next ten minutes, whatever we buy's entirely on my tab. Sheepy: Shuu: Eh? Why? Sheepy: Shuu: I offered to treat you... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You did, but I'm making a bet. Sheepy: Shuu: Oh, how exciting ⭐ Sheepy: *Bedi shows up a few minutes later, looking fearful!* Sheepy: *His eyes are red and puffy and his face is still damp from crying... You've looked better, Bedi!* Arsé-kun: *He's also looked much worse! Merlin isn't picky!* Arsé-kun: *Either way, Merlin waves him over* Sheepy: *Bedi rushes over to Merlin and embraces him. Thought you had personal space, Merlin? Not anymore!* Arsé-kun: *Merlin didn't want personal space to begin with. He had no need for that!* Sheepy: Bedi: Merlin...! I'm so sorry...! I... *sob* ... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... I know, it's okay... It's fine, I understa-*hic* Sheepy: Bedi: No...! It's not fine! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... *he takes a moment to swallow his own pride* ... Yeah, I know. You're right. Sheepy: Bedi: If only I could do something about it, but no matter how hard I try not to forget things, my effort is in vain. Arsé-kun: Merlin: It doesn't make any sense..! Nothing works, and it seems to happen whenever it wants..! Sheepy: Bedi: It doesn't appear to be connected to anything. I've always been on the forgetful side, but Sir Galahad suggested it was because I was an "airhead"... Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's not the same. Being a bit forgetful is one thing. This is... Completely different. Sheepy: Bedi:...Certainly, he did not mean it as an insult. so it must be that he meant I had too much air in my head for space for memories. Sheepy: Bedi:...But for now, we can't question why it has to happen. Just how to fix it. Sheepy: Bedi:...Until then... I just have to keep fighting not to forget my purpose. Without my purpose, I... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I've got nothing. At this point, I'm willing to get... Uh, what was it? Outside help? Sheepy: Shuu: Yup yup ⭐ Try talking to Mr. Detective. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Really don't think he's gonna have any good feelings towards us for it, but it'll be something. Sheepy: Shuu: Watson's a very good doctor so he might be able to help. Sheepy: Shuu: It's not like you have any other options anyway. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Even if I did, they're not exactly... Good. Sheepy: Bedi: Let's try our less risky options first. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So no bad decisions involving watery tarts? Good plan! Sheepy: Bedi: I'd rather we ask Sir Lancelot on matters concerning Vivian... Sheepy: Bedi: Huh? But we haven't asked him. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm gonna change that. *he promptly harasses sends a message to Lancelot* Arsé-kun: Merlin: And that's that. Not my problem anymore! Sheepy: Bedi: Eh!? Arsé-kun: Merlin: He can talk to her, I'm not chancing it! I like living! Arsé-kun: Merlin: After what she already did to us, no thanks! Sheepy: Bedi: Yes... I suppose so. Arsé-kun: *Rom impatiently staring at Shuu in the background.jpeg* Sheepy: Shuu: Oops⭐ There's my ride⭐ It's tough being so popular... Hehe⭐ Arsé-kun: Merlin: It really is 🌸 Don't distract your driver now! Sheepy: Shuu: Yes! Bye bye, good luck⭐ Sheepy: Bedi: What should we do...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, let's see. Did you at least feed before you ran out here? Sheepy: Bedi: No. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, we're gonna solve that first. Sheepy: Bedi: Ah...good idea. Sheepy: Bedi: Hmm... What should I get... Sheepy: Bedi: What a lawless place...! Sheepy: Bedi: Certainly they must know...! Pork is eaten in the morning, chicken in the afternoon, and beef at night. Ah, but fish can be eaten at all times of the day depending on the type snd the meats can be swapped depending on availability and the way it's cooked...Hmm..hmm...maybe such rules are arbitrary... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why would a place named after the deity of being rowdy and rambunctious care about this? Sheepy: Bedi: It is...? I have never met a deity named Denny before... Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's romanticized to modern english. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, but if I translate, he might come out. We're not drinking this early. Sheepy: Bedi:? Sheepy: Bedi: Ah...so how Bedwyr became Bedivere... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yes, exactly like that! Sheepy: Bedi: And how Bedivere became Bedi...Yes, I suppose my name is too difficult to pronounce for most. Arsé-kun: Merlin: A nickname doesn't always mean your name is hard, Bedi. Sheepy: Bedi:...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: A shortening of someone's name is used for familiarity and friendliness. Or something. Sheepy: Bedi: I see... I could never comfortably use nicknames for others... However, having one does not bother me. Sheepy: Bedi: The risk of potentially seemingly overly casual is too great! Arsé-kun: Merlin: But you don't need to be so formal all the time either! Sheepy: Bedi: Hmm...I have to disagree. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why? Embarrassed of being casual? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, that's fine. Your formality is cute anyway~ Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, that's fine. Your formality is cute anyway~ Sheepy: Bedi: To be such a hopeless, sad man... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Ooooh, I'm Tristan and I'm sad, ooohhh, give me your paypal account Sheepy: Bedi: He never paid off his loans with me...! Sheepy: Bedi: ...Right, I know, I will get a hamburger. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Get two! All this made me hungry again! Sheepy: Bedi: Thinking of Tristan made me come to a decision... Sheepy: *a pink haired man rushes over, pursued by a blond. THE Denny* Arsé-kun: *One of them. One of them is The Denny. the other is an idiot* Sheepy: Pink: Hey hey! I'm your waiter! What do you want? Sheepy: Bedi: I want- Sheepy: Pink: Okay, okay! I believe in you! Go get the thing! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Wait a bit longer, you mongol! Sheepy: Pink: Eh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: At least let the man order first before Denny here gets your ass! Sheepy: Pink: Why? The kitchen is right there. If he goes in the kitchen, the food will be there. Sheepy: Dio: Y-you're a bodyguard! Why are you waiting on customers...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Because he's an idiot. Sup, Denny? You low on drunkards today? Sheepy: Dio: Yeah, unfortunately... I want a drink... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then go get one. Or is our songplayer not here because he's guarding the booze? Sheepy: Dio: Yeah...'cuz apparently I can't drink booze so early in the day. Sheepy: Dio: Thus guy is supposed to be Orpheus's bodyguard but he keeps trying to wait on people. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So no more drawing dicks on him when he isn't looking?? Sheepy: Dio: Yeah, he got fed up with it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's fair. A tad disappointing, but fair. Sheepy: Pink: I'm earning two wages by bodyguarding and waiting! Sheepy: Dio: You're not doing either... Arsé-kun: *every denny's regular's favorite robot finally takes his spot on the stage! Orpheus is here!! And boy does he looks weary despite being an animatronic. That's what he is. Clearly.* Sheepy: Bedi:...? Sheepy: Bedi: It's the fursona. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... You know what? That's close enough.

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