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@bismark-shipwright
{ Hi, wheeze, I promise I’m not dead. Have a Jerome in the meantime! }
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misaligned-crew:
“Only one? Count my interest peeked, I really must see what you plan to do.~”
[She summoned her hands once more and clapped the white appendages together, rubbing them together for a moment as if she was cold. Upon separating the digits, a single blue thread floated between her palm before it was offered to the spectre. Though her elated expression faded to a more neutral one.]
‘I must admit. His sudden appearances aren’t something I can explain. I’ve certainly never seen anyone else capable of it though I have noticed when he plans to “pop in” his threads will momentarily lose color.“
Eris doesn’t respond right away, taking a moment to look over the strings she had attached. After a moment of careful debate, she brings her ring finger to her mouth, biting down on one of two more faded red strings. The string itself seems to glow brighter for a moment before outright dissolving. It’s after this that she accepts the blue string, using her other hand to thread it into place. Satisfied, she turns her gaze back to the other.
“I’ll be sure to keep in touch after this, then. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on the show and all. I won’t tell you exactly what I’m planning, what with keeping the mystery and all, but I can promise it will be very entertaining!”
hella-bad-off-ocs:
“Well I wasn’t expecting that much sass nor was I expecting you to divulge all your plans. I just wanted to know if you went and pranked someone bad enough to have another idiot out to kill you. Jeez.”
He do the most dramatic eye roll he can manage at the moment and produce a bag with a few cookies in it from a pocket in his vest. Prophet I thought you were starving. What the actual fuck? Oh well. He at least offer one to the gremlin.
The spectre offers an eye roll of her own. Or at least, that’s what her head movement would imply.
“If you aren’t expecting an entire bucket of sass whenever you talk to me, you’ve got the wrong puppeteer.”
The offered cookie is accepted. She didn’t need to eat or anything, but passing up something Prophet baked? Regardless of whatever spat she gets into with him, he makes some damn good cookies.
“Eh, haven’t pranked anyone and gotten caught lately. Having too many people aware of me would be annoying. Sucks that no one else will do the job for you, huh?”
So puppeteer what's Jerome to you exactly? Cause you really seem to like causing him pain
“Couldn’t I ask you the same thing? What’s it to you if this one random elsen goes through a bit of a rough time? Besides, I’m not the one causing him pain. I haven’t hurt a hair on his pretty little head. Buuuut, to answer your question...
He’s a means to an end. Nothing more.”
misaligned-crew:
[The owl understood all too well when the spectres words reminded her of a memory she despised dwelling on. Despite that and the fact her beak was incapable of smiling, the look in her eyes told of her amusement.]
“Is that fool really so troublesome? To think I went through so much trouble to make him as harmless as a fly and have it not be enough. I suppose if he is nuisance, then with my permission, I lend you his strings for a time. Though you’ll have to promise not to break him too badly. I do have plans that require his presence.~”
Oh? Now this was an interesting proposal. Maybe she should talk to strangers more often. The spectre thoughtfully flexes her fingers, a couple of her thimbles quietly clinking as they brushed each other.
“Mm, now that’s an idea. I don’t think I’d need any more than one string, though. I’m not worried about him being ‘harmful’ to me. I’m pretty sure he’s just as aware of me as Jerome is. He just has an annoying habit of popping up without warning, and we can’t have that if I want to get to the next step in what I need to do. One string should be more than enough to impede his progress.”
Just a tasty redraw of my OFF puppeteer over on @bismark-shipwright !
hella-bad-off-ocs:
“Drama King is much more fitting. It’s my second job. Ok maybe my third. Either way, thanks. I think I’ll let you live this time~”
He take the parasol and e m e r g e. As much as he threatens to murder the gremlin, he doesn’t mean it… yet. For now he sniff around for foob.
“So you do anything to warrant a death sentence yet?”
The spectre puts a finger to her chin, showcasing her ever-present mocking grin.
“Well now, let’s see, why don’t I just spill out all my plans and misdeeds to the one who’s probably the most likely to kill me one of these days? Nah, y’gotta try harder than that. Though I suppose I don’t really need to say anything either way. By your definition of ‘warranting a death sentence’, you’d be able to tell yourself, wouldn’t you? He’s just fine... for now. I’m sure that even with the sun blinding you, you can tell that much.”
Continued from X
@misaligned-crew
The small spectre doesn’t seem at all perturbed that the other knew of her, though she is a bit curious how they figured out her name of all things.
“Gee, that makes things a bit easier in the introduction department. Still, it’d be rude or whatever to not introduce myself, even if you already know who I am. Name’s Eris and I have my strings on Jerome, blah blah ect. Moving on.”
A hand moves to adjust her control bar.
“Corporeal, yes. I’m also tiny and rather susceptible to being hit with bats if you catch my meaning. I can’t just show myself to anyone. Besides, if anything, it’s your little bell-clad buddy that’s been the biggest roadblock. And, as a rule, I don’t normally play with others’ toys without permission.”
Continued from X
The spectre makes a head motion akin to rolling her eyes before drawing closer to the shadowed Prophet. With a sweeping motion, she takes a hold of her control bar and manipulates the strings to weave into a parasol. She shakes her head and holds the small tool over Prophet’s head.
“Gosh, maybe I should have used ‘Drama Queen’ instead.”
Prophet is back and lurking in the shadows. He requires tots. Or maybe your death, Puppeteer. Maybe a nap. Who knows?
“Oh my god, stop being a total edgelord and get out here already.”
[A laugh is heard from seemingly nowhere before a figure with the head of an owl appears just beside the displeased spectre. They float awhile before leaning back midair as their expression changes to an amused smile.] "Oh me oh my, getting all huffy won't do any good. Keep your head oh friend of mine, soon what you wish shall come along swiftly. All you need to do is pull the right string after all.~"
The spectre glances around wildly before identifying the source of the laughter, pausing to quietly process both the sudden appearance of another puppeteer and the wisdom they offer.
“Y’know, I think I’m gonna set aside my usual instinct to become scarce around strangers. You’re right and all, but the issue is getting around the strings I can’t pull. I’d rely on manipulation, but that would ruin the whole ‘not knowing he’s got strings’ thing, and that’s no fun. Also, less important, but who are you?”
*Powers up the Fly swatter and Attacks* SEE YA IN THE UNDERWORLD, PEST
She darts upwards with incredible speed and precision. Combined with her small stature, she is not unlike a hornet. A hornet that is flying right at the anon and sinking her sharp little teeth deep into the anon’s shoulder. Ouch.
*Pulls out Electric Flyswatter* Sorry, gotta do this
The spectre turns to the anon, breaking out in a rather unexpected grin.
“Oh! And here I thought that today would be boring. C’mon! Try, try! I’ve been dying to actually do something.”
“Ugh, this is gonna take forever to pull off at this rate... gotta keep him from getting too many friends...”
possiblyinsanemerchant:
Zacharie squatted down, as if he was about to tie his shoelaces. Which he promptly did, they were getting a bit loose. As he stood up, however, he pulled out a metal implement that he had holstered away by his ankle and returned his attention to the lock.
As he began jamming the scalpel into the lock, trying to jimmy it open (and quietly swore as he realised perhaps it would have been better if he just dug through his pack for a hacksaw), a quiet voice made itself known and he all but froze, the lock in his hand and the now mangled tool in the other.
He turned around, to see an Elsen armed with a toolbox watching him curiously. The one who had been watching the pedalo ride, from the looks of things.
It was a tense moment, at least from Zacharie’s perspective. But eventually he decided to respond.
“ Ah̶.͏ ̶Y̷es,͝” he said, jabbing at the lock’s direction with the mangled scalpel. “͝I'v̨e los̵t ͠t͟he̴ ̷k̀e͡ys̨, a̴s yo͢u͠ can ́se͠e.͞ “
It was obviously a blatant lie, but at the same time, sort of a truth.
The elsen offers a shy sort of smile, not seeming to regard the ruined scalpel. And, luckily for Zacharie, Jerome is ever oblivious to the lie.
“I-It’s okay! That kind of thing happens...”
He approaches the door, stopping to place his toolbox down and retrieving a screwdriver from inside.
“Err, luckily locks aren’t that hard to get around if you have the means... I’d suggest looking around for the keys but you seem in, uh, a hurry so...”
He doesn’t bother continuing, instead moving closer to the lock to start unscrewing the lock altogether.
Closet Monsters, Fire, Insects?
Fear-Themed Headcanons!
Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?
{ Oh, definitely. Not so much personality-wise, but life yes. I’ve touched upon the various signs of burning that he hides before, so it goes without saying that his teeth, scars, and a more subtle internal problem of his are kept secret from most everyone. On top of that, he’s had more problems with paranoia since his encounter with Batter. }
Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot?
{ Cold 100%. Being hot would just remind Jerome of burning, and he’d rather avoid that. }
Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.
{ It’s not something that I’ve ever addressed before, but Jerome gets very annoyed with people acting like his boss unless they happen to be his guardian or the queen. }