[Agner was needing a brush up so I figured I'd make a semi-intro to possibly the only normal guy around here.]
What happens when you mix and mash five bobbles?
That's right, insanity.
Or, more accurately, a very stressed Patches trying to fix an unknowable situation.
Bobbles are simple, predictable creatures. It's what makes them so easy to manage usually, so mechanical to develop and replace.
Although one thing he's come to notice along time is that, sometimes, a rudimentary creation doesn't have the limiters complex organisms like most people have. A bobble can't catch the flu, a bobble can't bleed out, a bobble can sprout a number of deformities that make it develop such fascinating abilities!
That's why Patches didn't immediately think to put down the creature that formed out of five developing bobble tubes being knocked together. He's learned to be less reckless since then, yes- But he couldn't resist the urge to find where that accident would lead.
Agner did not have a smooth start in life.
His first memory was of staring down at his own puddling body and knowing that something was deeply wrong but not understanding what.
Then, it was the core-shaking sensation of splitting apart and ceasing to exist altogether as all five bobbles fought for control.
He doesn't remember much from those days. Just the fear mostly.
And consistently waking up in Patches' laboratory miraculously put together after each soul-rattling split.
He likes to joke that, after losing his mind so many times, Agner really had no choice but to become sane.
And just about the only reliable guy in the premises, honestly.
How come in a place so rotten, full of broken people whose priorities are in the worst of places, he had to be the normal one?
Anger has accepted that he's as much a part of The Clergy as all the other bobbles are. He's a barman when there's need for it, a carry mule, a waiter, a jack of all trades really.
But what he swore he'd never be, is a victim of The Clergy's Eye.
He would never be purposely vile, he wouldn't derive pleasure off the misery of others, he wouldn't hurt, harass or torture.
Agner could have turned out exactly like the people he works with on a daily basis, unloading his frustrations recklessly and selfishly, for satisfaction that seldom ever lasts. But why? Why see his existence as something hopeless that he needs to make everyone's problem? Sure, he could split apart and simply never become cohesive again, marking the end of his life, but it's miraculous enough he's lived this far.
Agner figures he should just be happy he gets to exist and see the little things, the beauty in the details. If he can help someone else while he's at it, then he's just giving more meaning to the time he spends on this planet. All he wants is to be a person, really. To have as normal of an experience alive an amalgamation like him can hope to.
Indeed, a giant softie who unfortunately works in a very dark place and sometimes has to protect himself.
But perhaps a hidden lifeline for someone caged in the depths of the establishment and desperate enough to cling to anyone.
Agner is no saint, and he knows he's limited in what he can do make your life less stressful, but he can try.
He can try to make you happy.
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no but can we actually acknowledge how crazy it is that wakaba literally leaves ohtori’s sprawling rococo campus to go to shopping. and the thing we see her holding at the grocery store is quite literally a STEAK. and the steak shakes in her hand as she considers the precarity of her very tentatively afforded “specialness.” and how steaks are a very deliberate obvious symbol of how exploitation and abuse reduces you to an object of consumption like livestock, like meat. no one ever wants to talk about the wakaba nanami foiling but they’re literally SOOOOOOOOO. crazy
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