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@an-angry-song
“Just…gone? That sounds like multiversal interference, to me. Unless the villains of that world did something particularly foolish and managed to set off a localized reality nuke…. but those don’t usually leave survivors, let alone displaced ones….”
“And now yer avoidin’ me. That’s not nice, y’know. And eh...I have no idea. All I know is, I have no family, no home, nothin’. Haven’t for a good chunk of time now.”
“It’s really better if I don’t complain. Trust me. And… I’m used to dealing with crazy dictators? It’s kind of my job to bring them down if they start reaching past their own worlds. … What do you mean? Has there been an incident?”
“Come on. Nothing gets fixed if you don’t say anything about iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I can be very persistent. And...eh. I’m not sure what happened exactly, but the world I live on now isn’t my own. And I know my world’s gone. Along with everyone I knew...”
“Only when you’re 100% sure of what they are. And when you’re not mad at yourself for them. But… I don’t think being alive is a very good answer? It means there’s nothing better to report on, correct?”
“What’s up? Maybe I can provide a neutral view on it? Gotta be better than a dictator who’s crazier than usual? And...I guess? I dunno. I’m alive, which is better than I can say for the rest of my world...”
“Nothing of import. Certainly nothing that can be fixed. Are you well, miss?”
“Eh, most things can be fixed if things’re still around. Trust me on this. And me? Well? Eh...I’m alive still?”
“…Song.”
“So what’s got you so down in the dumps?”
“Somewhat, but it’s going to take more time. Um… who are you?”
“Sorry, I’m Nyx. And you?”
“Small birds created on one of the worlds we survey. They’re a mage-construct species, so the poor things are usually hunted down to protect native wildlife. They’re awfully pretty, though, so I brought a breeding pool back here to see if there’s a way to integrate them into their environment more effectively.”
“Oh! That sounds...lovely and sad at once. Have you had any success?”
Maybe I’ll just go hang out in the jewelbird garden…
What’re jewelbirds?
“Oh fuck! Are you okay?” [PICK A MUSE?]
M.O.D. paused, blinking.
“No.” She shrugged. “But that’s the cost of surviving I suppose.”
“But of war, bit of pissed off ghosts, bit of everything.” M.O.D. laughed dryly. “But my world is safe, so in the end, I always win.”
Nyx opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. “And I thought I was weird, being the interdimensional hobo.”
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Bubble Gum: Gender?
Almond: Hair color?
Aquamarine: Eye color?
Asparagus: Birthday?
Cerise: First name?
Dandelion: Middle name?
Leather Jacket: Long or short hair?
Pink Sherbert: Short or tall?
Lavender: Braces?
Manatee: Smoker or non smoker?
Mountain Meadow: Drank or still drink alcohol?
Wisteria: Ever done drugs?
Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself?
Black Shadows: Something you're allergic to?
Denim: Any diseases?
Raw Umber: Sexual orientation?
Misty Moss: Kissed anyone other than family?
Outer Space: Had sex?
Shadow: Name of crush?
Smashed Pumpkin: Why you like the person you do?
Magic Mint: Number of people you dated?
Steel Teal: Longest time you've dated someone?
Thistle: Number of best friends?
Eggplant: Number of siblings?
Fuchsia: Number of pets?
Plum: Still live with parent(s)?
Razzmic Berry: Name of your mother?
Sonic Silver: Name of your father?
Sea Serpent: Both parents still alive?
Eucalyptus: Country you live in?
Salmon: Place you wish to live or visit?
Winter Sky: Number of days missed from school this year?
Mystic Maroon: Met anyone famous?
Dark Venetian Red: Dream job?
Radical Red: Aesthetic?
Malachite: Something you love?
Moonstone: Something you love the smell of?
Bittersweet: Favorite music artist?
Lemon Glacier: Favorite album?
Inchworm: Favorite song?
Scarlet: Favorite book?
Unmellow Yellow: Favorite TV show?
Wild Blue Yonder: Favorite movie?
Blue Bell: Favorite restaurant?
Medium Orange: Favorite fruit?
Mulberry: Favorite vegetable?
Canary: Favorite class in school?
Periwinkle: Favorite website?
Black: Favorite season?
Ruby: Favorite holiday?
Midnight: Favorite day of the week?
Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day?
Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower?
Sea Green: Favorite animal?
Timberwolf: Movie theater or Netflix?
Blizzard Blue: Buying music or downloading from YouTube?
“Oh fuck! Are you okay?” [PICK A MUSE?]
M.O.D. paused, blinking.
“No.” She shrugged. “But that’s the cost of surviving I suppose.”
“Mortars.” M.O.D. mused. “Monsters too.”
“....What the hell kinda shit do you get involved with, lady?” Sounded like the woman got into more trouble than her.
“Oh fuck! Are you okay?” [PICK A MUSE?]
M.O.D. paused, blinking.
“No.” She shrugged. “But that’s the cost of surviving I suppose.”
“Nah, you didn’t hurt much. I’ve hit myself with Worse.” M.O.D. chuckled, and shook her head. “But of something I did that screwed me. No worries.”
Nyx raised a brow. “Careful what you hit yourself with. Accidentally knocked myself with a brick I was trying to throw at someone else, once, and man did that fucking hurt. Knocked me out cold, too.”
“Oh fuck! Are you okay?” [PICK A MUSE?]
M.O.D. paused, blinking.
“No.” She shrugged. “But that’s the cost of surviving I suppose.”
“Uh...shit, sorry!” Nyx moved to collect the spray paint can that had soared through the door she had THOUGHT been to another room.
Served her right for assuming.
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“Hi, I’m ______.”
“Oh fuck! Are you okay?”
“Crap! Sorry about that! Wasn’t looking where I was going. Here, I’ll get you a new jacket…”
“Need a ride?”
“How are you?”
“Seems like we’re gonna be stuck on this train for an extra three hours.”
“What’s your name?”
“Thank you.”
“You just saved my life!”
“Move the fuck out of my way.”
“Watch where you’re going!”
“Asshole.”
“Would you like anything?”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“Do I know you?”
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“Bored. Bored bored. Bored.”
If only everyone was that smart.
He sighs, tiredly following the woman’s lead. At least this encounter seemed to be going without issue. Of course wandering around this late, she was probably one of the rebels causing trouble in the district lately, but he honestly didn’t have the energy to address the issue.
Try’n remember not to do this again, okay? Would rather I didn’t have t’ worry about you gettin’ yourself in trouble.
I’ll certainly do my best, sir.
Her best to not get caught again.
I do apologize for causing trouble by being out so late. Just lost track of time helping out a friend.
It doesn’t take long to get to the apartment, is happy to knock with the correct knock to tell the couple inside that she’s looking for sanctuary. She’s welcomed in with excited words and admonishments about staying out so late, and apologies to the General for their wayward cousin and her horrible sense of time.
She was a hobo, sure, but she had connections so that she didn’t end up a dead hobo.
“Might be a wise idea.” after a bit of poking around a beam come out of the panel to open a portal nearby. Nix motions to it. “There, this should be the right place. Go give them hell for a while.” Though he really didn’t care what she did, might as well sound interested in it.
She gave him a semi-salute, nodding. “By the way, if you see any of the green bots with one red eye from that world? They’re lots of fun to dismantle.” With that, she grinned and stepped through the portal.
