Mistletoe: Mistletoe's gonna sling his arm over Rymer's shoulder and is like, "You're here with friends."
Rymer: Mm.
Hunt: We didn't start out like that though. We made a horrible first impression.
Tark: Yeah.
Marigold: I didn't.
Rymer: No Marigold, you're a gem and we're happy to have you here.
Hunt: Marigold came to us much later. But with the rest of us and Rymer... Ugh, not good.
Rymer: I did try to rob you.
Hunt: That is true and we were tasked to stop you.
Tark: That was not all that went down.
Rymer: That was a wild overreaction to that.
Tark: Yeah.
Hunt: Yeah.
Tark: Yeah, our bad. Our bad, man.
Marigold: Robbing someone's not bad.
Rymer: Right, especially if they had something that you desperately need.
Marigold: Yeah.
Rymer: Because it's dangerous.
Mistletoe: What was it that you needed?
Rymer ...Anyways it's getting lighter which is good.
Mistletoe: Mistletoe's gonna look at Hunt. "So what was it he was trying to rob off of you?"
Tark: Tea.
Hunt: Hunt is legitimately--- Does Tark actually say that? 'Cause Hunt legitimately pauses trying to think back on what they were supposedly carrying and what he was going after.
Tark: Mm-hmm.
Hunt: Oh right! Right the bird tea.
Rymer: Right.
Mistletoe: Bird tea?
Hunt: Avemwyrt tea.
Tark: Bird tea.
Mistletoe: That must've been some really good tea. Made out of birds?
Hunt: No.
Rymer: No, it turns you into a bird if you drink it.
Tark: no no
Mistletoe: Why did you need to become a bird?
Rymer: I didn't need to, oh my god.
-laughter-
Rymer: I wasn't trying to turn into a bird, I was trying to stop other people from being turned into birds.
Mistletoe: Ohhh!
Rymer: Because I was robbed and the Avemwyrt that I was supplying got taken from me. So I was trying to get it back.
Mistletoe: Well you all should've let him rob you then.
Hunt: We didn't know.
Tark: We didn't know!
Rymer: They didn't have the tea.
Hunt: We didn't know. All we were told is that someone was doing highway robberies and we were tasked to stop that.
Mistletoe: Well it sounds to me like you all just need to talk to each other more.
Tark: Oh boy! Uncomfortable laugh.
Rymer: It's fine, I guess. I'm back in the Feywild at least, so at least something came out of it.
Marigold: Are you going to stay here?
Rymer: Haven't decided. I suppose it depends on what happens when we reach the Court. If we're done talking about my life story, we should pep in our step it looks like your dad's quite a ways ahead.
Mistletoe: Oh yeah, we should catch up.
DM: Very long strides.
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Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.
That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?
"Tango?"
Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--
"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."
Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.
Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--
That wasn't home anymore.
Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--
"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.
Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.
"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.
"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.
The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.
"Hear what?"
Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"
His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.
"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.
"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.
"The same way."
Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."
"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.
He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.
Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.
He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--
Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.
Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.
As evidenced by who was in front of him.
The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.
The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.
Until he was out of the conduit's range.
Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.
Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.
A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.
He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.
It had abandoned him and now?
Tango didn't know what to do next.
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Wrong Ticket
Danny bought a plane ticket to travel to Goshen, Indiana to visit his father's family. Apparently his aunt was very excited to meet him, and Jazz was excited to send him away from the lab after his accident.
She was worried that she would have to spend a few days scouting colleges, and Danny would be left home unguarded (she wouldn't make that mistake twice, her parents didn't count as good guards and Danny would be too bored since he was on school holidays), so the invitation from their uncles was like a miracle fallen from heaven.
Unfortunately for Danny, his family didn't check the ticket after purchasing it, and therefore they didn't notice the error where "Goshen, Indiana" was changed to "Gotham, New Jersey," so when the airline called his flight, Danny didn't notice his destination. He practically fell asleep a few seconds after entering the plane.
Danny wished he had been paying attention when a few hours later he found himself stranded on the streets of Gotham with nothing but his luggage and a little money. Though that last seemed more of a risk than a benefit if he took into account the way they watched him as he passed.
As if that wasn't enough, it seemed that something strange was starting to happen to him, there were moments where his backpack would slip from his grip, almost as if he was walking through it, and others where he felt invisible. This did not go unnoticed by the denizens of Gotham, who were assessing him with clear interest.
Red Hood, who had noticed the guy (possibly meta) stumbling into his territory, sighed and offered him a temporary place to stay. Danny, who just met the strange guy in the red helmet, was relieved to have temporary lodging, though he would probably look for another place the next day. Just in case.
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Something about how Scar has always been proved, time and again, that winning is by not having friends. How he was killed by his teammate in Third Life. Just how far he got in Last Life before trying to be nice, reach out a hand and got shot down for it every time. How in Double Life his team could betray him again. How he didn't make it all that far trying to stick together in Limited Life. Winning in Secret Life, when he had no real friends he could keep. Something about how he's always made to be alone.
And yet, there's still something to be said about how close he got to winning when his footprints were covered by talons. How long his eyes shone green with a watchful eye at his back. He couldn't win even with a friend, but he got close.
But close isn't a winner. So why even bother? Do not follow Icarus into the sun, lest you see your wax melt off with him. Just let him fall. Let him fall. It won't be you, that body plunging into the sea. You'll be lonely when he's gone, swallowed by salt and foolish dreams.
But at least you'll live.
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thinking about 4halo again and dying
they just. they used to be so sweet together. and then the election arc managed to genuinely turn them against each other (and bad is still affected by being caged in the museum) and i would NOT have been surprised if a rebellion had started within the next few weeks after their last fight and. they used to be friends and then they almost destroyed each other
and then the eggs went missing
and there are so many parallels between them, but one of the biggest parallels is how they're both protectors. they both protected the eggs (and, when he became president, forever extended that protection to the other islanders) but the eggs went missing and they had to put all of that aside. Forever was quicker to put it down than Bad was (it felt like only a very temporary truce, from Bad's end), but they put their problems on hold, because their eggs. were gone.
and another parallel. the destruction. both of them with their plans to cause ruin because then, maybe, theyll get their kids back. bad caused most of the grieving arc damage directly, and got aypierre and antoine to help him. he dug holes in the ground. he placed mines everywhere and leapt into them. he started the lavacasting process of the fed building (and was interrupted by admins, so he stopped, but philza and fit were still right to laugh at him lmaoo). he drilled a hole through the side of the federation office from a huge distance away. he has chosen to hurt his friends and himself to get the eggs back. whatever the cost.
forever destroyed the island. or he planned to destroy the island. or he was interrupted just before he destroyed the island or or or. I don't know. but it was big, and it was bad. bad enough that the feds had to step in and forcefully drug him, and kickstart the happy pills arc.
and the happy pills arc..... oughghghgh as fucking awful as it was for their characters to experience i genuinely truly think that it saved them from each other. when he was first told about forever being fucked up bad was still in the "i need to kick his butt" mindset, and was all ready for an excuse to kill forever. and then he saw forever. and the first proposal happened. and bad was angry and he was sad and upset and he was careful. forever tried to kill him. bad decided to save him. forever kept trying to marry him. forever kept taking the pills. forever was so scared of his own anger and all of the damage he could and would have caused to his family that he kept taking drugs that kept him so out of his mind he hallucinated his son was just sleeping safely at his house.
and they both tried to kill each other. and they both failed.
and bad showed phil and cellbit (and tubbo) the item scanner that dapper discovered, which could destroy him, because nothing else was working. because they needed to save forever. because bad was reminded by then that forever was a victim of the federation instead of just a mouthpiece for it. and then when forever woke up he saw bad, suffering, and so excited to see him awake.
and now they're here on opposite sides again with forever projecting his protection urges onto the fed worker in bad's basement and bad frustrated that he isn't being believed and his evil plans of giving ron lemons apology brownies is being interrupted and. look at them. soft "i hate you" and the appreciation room and bad's quiet heartbreak when he learned about forever being missing and the "i miss you" book bad got mad at because it asked him not to torture fed workers. does anyone hear me im so ill about them. do you understand they care about each other so much and the happy pills arc reminded them of that. forever realized bad is colourblind and bad assumed forever was poisoning him and then forever helped bad cheat on another colourblindness test and forever was giving bad flowers and bad was accepting them and accepted that he was colourblind despite his previously constant denial and! i don't know if im being comprehensible and i dont really care i will be honest i just need you to know i am frothing at the mouth like a rabid little beast. they are a TRAGEDY of miscommunication and external pressure but they love so so much. platonic or romantic or qpp they CARE and it tears me to shreds
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