Oscurucho: Welcome back, brother.
Cucurucho: What.
Oscurucho: Not even a "Good morning"? How cold.
Here's Cucurucho and Oscurucho's long lore conversation from yesterday! The entire conversation lasted about 8 minutes, but most of that time was just silence between each exchange, so I edited out the long pauses and got it down to ~3 minutes. I also fixed the audio levels and added subtitles since I personally find it difficult to understand Oscurucho sometimes :'D
I hope folks find this helpful!
[ Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]
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Oscurucho: Welcome back, brother.
Cucurucho: What.
Oscurucho: Not even a "Good morning"? How cold.
[They enter Cucurucho's office]
Oscurucho: I wanted to see if you're still as rigid in your beliefs as ever. You see, I've been thinking about our... Let's call it "philosophical divergence." You stand for order, for predictability. But where's the fun in that? You see, brother, while you build, I ponder the beauty in tearing down. It's not just destruction - it's rebirth. A chance to remake things in a more... thrilling image.
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Oscurucho: You once had a backbone for our cause. Now, I see a softness in you, a sentimental weakness for those Eggs. Mere experiments, and yet - they've softened you.
Cucurucho: Your vision obstructs the path to perfection. You fail to understand the potential of the Eggs.
Oscurucho: Potential? They're but catalysts for change - for revolution. Without them, stagnation reigns.
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Oscurucho: You chase perfection, I embrace the beauty of flaws. Your world is one of order, mine thrives in chaos. You wish for everything to run smoothly, I dream of watching it all burn to the ground. We may share a name, but our souls are worlds apart. All your efforts, all for what? Mere acknowledgment from a Duck who told you to do it? Imagine the possibilities - rather, show me where it is, and I'll do the rest.
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Oscurucho: Speaking of possibilities, I couldn't help but notice how easily others can access the island. It seems your security measures aren't as impenetrable as you think.
Cucurucho: No. My island's vulnerabilities are of your own making. Do not mistake restraint for ignorance.
Oscurucho: Pity. But then again, I never really needed your approval. Just consider: Cucurucho - in your quest for order, have you not sown the seeds of your own undoing? Do you genuinely trust all your Federation minions?
Cucurucho: ...
Oscurucho: Perhaps it's time you question not just my intentions, but those who you believe stand with you.
Cucurucho: That is none of your business, I shall say. Now, leave me alone and try to disturb someone else.
I don't actually know their canon heights (I think Lea is supposed to be the shortest) but Emilie being small fits the meme format better and is funnier so french gremlin she is. Also my heart tells me that Apollo is built like an actual blade of grass.
hanging out w/me while we are watching The Media is like i make a stupid fart, shit, or sex joke and then laugh hysterically b/c the actor said something that was not even funny at all
oki i'm actually working on my carrd (shocker) specifically on the directory i.e relationships page, so here is another call for mutuals that I write with regularly if would like to be listed <3 like this to be listed !
Percybaster "Babe I swear it wasn't me" but it's Percy trying to convince a heartbroken and torn Al that he's not the one who killed Ethan on Olympus that day.
hello little stars ✨ and welcome back to Tag Game Tuesday!
name: space mace 🪐
sun sign: cancer 🦀
what day of the week were you born? wednesday and yes, i’m full of woe 😭
first app you open in the morning: discord 🥰
last song you listened to: “Backwards Directions” by Abby Sage 🎶
what type of phone do you have? iPhone 11 and i’m gonna be buried with it
something you’d like to learn how to do: i wish i could crochet/knit so badly but i’m just not built like that 🧶
art gallery or history museum? art gallery, oh my god, by a mile. “take me to the art museum, kiss me by the paintings” 🥺
your least favorite chore: i will fall on a grenade before i’ll sweep hardwood floors 🧹
do you believe in fate? the romantic in me says yes, the realist in me says that our choices make our fate. the realist usually wins!
if offered immortality, would you take it? FUCK no
how are you feeling right now? physically? tired as hell! mentally? ready to reorganize my entire life! 🧠⚡️
finally, tell me something you’re looking forward to: seeing my pals again this summer! ☀️ (also buying an A/C for our apartment this afternoon, thank fucking god)
i feel like when abbacchio first saw buccellati it was like one of those cheesy teen drama scenes and it was like time slowed down with some ethereal song playing in the background because "oh no he's hot"
the GP and spinal specialists I've been seeing: so you are worryingly close to cauda equina. You need to do NO bending, lifting, or twisting for the foreseeable future or you may Never Walk, Poop Or Pee Normally Again.
the job I am restarting tomorrow: 99% bending, lifting, and twisting
absolutely in love with the narrative that, similar to the way dice gets, this whole time otome’s been on a gambler’s high since she’s been on a roll with all that she’s gambled away and that the off arc is where her luck runs out because she didn’t know when to quit, also similar to how dice gambles 😭😭😭