hear me roar

This is in the second person. This is happening to you because I don’t want to be here. [independent oc rp blog]

[goldladengoals-deactivated20150]

It’s Carter.   [ He doesn’t usually correct Honeybear on what his name is, especially with all the nicknames he throws around, but Honey’s look of abstract terror has him feeling a little less hospitable than normal. Plus, he can barely recognize Honey. If it wasn’t for the nickname combined with the characteristically Honey-like features he wouldn’t have. These things tend to put Carter off just a little. ] That sounds mighty assumin’, Miss Honey. Almos’ borderin’ the lines of insulting if you’re implying what I think you are. [ It’s probably also true. ]  

[blindingprophecies]

What on Earth could I be implying.

...Nothing. That's the answer. I didn't imply anything.

[ Well, someone backs down from fights a lot faster now. Doesn't he? He turns slightly, keeping his shoulder to Carter, and beckons a drowsy Arbiter down from his perch into Honey's arms. He needs a shield, and there can't be one much better than a bird god, right? ]

What's it that you're needing then is. This, just a personal call.

[laforceelijah]

Here I am.

[He’s pressing a kiss to your head and handing you a list.]

Well, for one, you’re out of milk again. Second, Marcel is dead. Third, I’ve been completely useless in doing anything you’ve asked. Which is decidedly not my fault.

[blindingprophecies]

Always out of milk.

[ Maybe if he didn't still drink all of it, all the time, always. ]

...That is good though the. Second, part not the third one. Why isn't it your fault.

[blindingprophecies]

+ omniaxcausaxfiunt + geniusmudboy

[ There's a reproachful moue that crosses Honey's face for a moment when he hears the door-- apparently having an office is an excuse for anyone to wander into said office. He smoothes the expression on his face as he looks up at them, glancing right jitter-quickly to check that the malevolent bird god who also lived here was still napping in its perch.

It is. He sighs, folds his hands on his desk, and looks up steadily at the stranger. ]

You're here for a reading.

...There's no other reason to be in a psychic's office unless. This, is about birds. But it's not.

[ideserveanoscar-archive]

I’m certainly glad to see you as well.

[ Good thing years of dealing with the assorted oddities that come with being a super villain has numbed him to things like this, or he might be concerned. ]

How’s tricks?

[blindingprophecies]

Tricksy like always.

…Really very quiet for a while now maybe. Even, peaceful.

[ A pause? ]

How are your tricks then Mystere.

[zfyn]

he had no choice

[blindingprophecies]

+ leftinthewrongnest

Oh.

[ Is that really all you've got, Honey. ]

...Hi hi Hazel how are you doing right now. I hope it's good.

[ ...Points for effort? ]

[blindingprophecies]

+ goldladengoals

...Freddy.

[ When he talked about the future affecting the past, he hadn't really meant it like this, you know. But he supposes it doesn't matter in the end-- maybe a glimpse of future relations is what his old (old, so old, he barely remembers half these people) loves need. ]

Something must be what you need. Mustn't, it.

[blindingprophecies]

+ ideserveanoscar

I'm certainly glad to see you again.

[ And for our opening gambit we quote The Great Gatsby. Glad to see you still remember that parallel, Honey, even if you've forgotten quite a few other things. ]

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

I’m—happy. You didn’t, though. Then we wouldn’t be able to break the rules. It’s fun. [Once again showing her mastery of the ‘bored middle schooler reading off of a teleprompter’ mode of inflection, it seems.]

[It’s funny, kind of, to hear him ten years older and trying to shift back into something they find familiar. She’s too busy looking at her fidgety toes to give him much of a smirk, though.] I made H fuck off, which. Is the important thing, and. Prometheus’s birds still aren’t listening to me. You knew that, though. [Either because he is an omniscient prophet or an omniscient hallucination. She isn’t quite sure.] 

—good. Everything’s good.

[blindingprophecies]

It is fun.

[ God, are they both so monotone now. Maybe when the gap is fixed she'll be the happy one instead, and it won't feel so oddly unbalanced. Maybe a smile will fix it-- he's always happy over her, after all, and he's trying. ]

It's good you told him to fuck off.

That great isn't what he was at all. I, don't think. But I'm sorry about the birds!

...I think you could do lots better than H. Is, what I'm saying.

[decorusxnexarchive]

{ His question….throws her off. Where is she going?

                Has she ever known? }

Tha’ is the question of the century, darlin’. I guess I will go, wherever ya have the directions to. 

[blindingprophecies]

Out the door left. One, block and then right.

[ Vague directions to a twenty-four hour donut shop, and Honey's done his civic duty for the day. He casts a glance to his book, as though waiting for the woman to leave him to it. ]

[jamekirks]

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

Oh, wow.

You look different, though. Should have gone to Neverland.

[Spirit isn’t quite sure what to make of it, either (he’s an actual grownass man what the fuck), but treating him like a manifestation of her psychosis seems to be a pretty good idea, even if it means talking like an even bigger idiot.]

[The exclamation mark surprises her, kind of. He just seems so—mature. It’s weird. And also probably fake.]

[blindingprophecies]

Should have.

...Sorry about it. I'm happy you're here!

[ Another one, as he vaguely remembers the nuances of voice and excitement level for this. He's having a hard time talking to Spirit as well-- if you'll pardon the pun, it's like seeing an old ghost in the mirror. ]

Things have been going really well what. About, you.

[blindingprophecies]

+ musicaindiabolus

...Ideas doctor.

[ Oh, someone does look older. And a lot more sickly. But he's happy enough to see you, in that I'm pretty sure happy is still an emotion he occasionally experiences. ]

This might be a little out of alignment probably. Don't, you think.

[decorusxnexarchive]

{ The woman knows not what he means. }

Oh, I have um, gotten lost it seems. 

    { A smile, a breeze of a smile. }

[blindingprophecies]

[ Maybe it's better she doesn't-- distantly, Honey's glad that he was the only one here. He can't imagine the kind of person to advertist anti-possession tattoos at their nape, and he doesn't want the bloodthirsty bird god who also lives here to cross her path. So, best to stay polite, and get her out of here quickly. ]

...Where are you going.

Directions are a thing I have here.

[delicateanddarkskinned]

I wasn’t —

Checking on you, I’m afraid. But I’m glad things are fine. That’s generally a good state to be in.

Might I ask who you think sent people to check on you..?

[blindingprophecies]

Spring.

[ That explains so very little, but Honey doesn't elaborate at all. He's become a lot less talkative over the years. It's a little refreshing. ]

If it's not her it must be something else do you need to make a deal or. Is, it something else entirely. Scientist.

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

By being inconsistent, probably.

[Goddammit, Honey.] —you’re not much taller.

[blindingprophecies]

After you’re grown up you don’t get taller anymore.

…Probably.

[ But she’s right. This is definitely inconsistent, and Honey’s not entirely sure what to make of it. ]

It’s okay though! I wouldn’t want to be that much taller anyway. It would be a lot too tall.

[ Finally, an exclamation point. ]

[blindingprophecies]

(( Well I can't follow back on a sideblog and that's fine with me so if you follow le Future Honey over here and I like ur blog I'll likely just follow you back on sighttouched which is the main account uvu