building burnt bridges

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there's a bouquet in the mailbox. but even the flowers seem frostbitten.

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rp blog for ctubbo, uh. again lol. this time apart of a set in stone au. canon compliant up to jailbreak. will block anyone whose weird and pushes boundaries. part of the breakverse

ran by @dyketubbo, other alters may pitch in if they feel like it (mainly @tubzozone). if youve seen me in the rp scene yeah makes sense i have a lot of these.

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taglist:

pond in the garden - answers

tulip buds - in character posts

petal trails - in character interactions

garden full of weeds - angst/overall upsetting content tag

mun meows - ooc posting

[trigger] tw - trigger tagging system

character taglist (will be updated): ranboo (@voidedcall)- yellow acacia; a red tulip pressed to the lips tommy (@day-sies)- oak leaved geranium; arborvitae gripped tight eret (@revengingqueen)- olive branch; garland of roses techno (@chekhovs-bladesmith)- trefoil; rosebud stripped of leaves and thorns dream (blog not yet made)- wild tansy; arborvitae reversed quackity (@legacygambler)- mountain laurel; tiger flower pressed on a page sam (@pandoraswarden)- rhododendron; sweet scented tussilage freshly bloomed wilbur (@amithebadguy)- reed; meadow saffron both reversed and upright phil (@ph1lgirlblog)- cardamine; wilted ice plant niki (@girlwhohasnothingtolose)- marianthus; wormwood held loosely

[day-sies]

SOMEONE ASK FOR CANDY NOW

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hook me up bossman

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trick or treat

oh- shit, i dont usually keep a lot of candy with me. i got a shitton of these golden coin things for michael though, you can have a bag ^-^ enjoy the treats nonner

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dear tubbo

hope you step on a rock today fuckhead. hope it hurts too

yours truly,

tommy “big yanker” day-sies innit

dear tommy

i hope you die ina hole full of rocks and thay all kill you on immpact

yours fruly,

tubbo "big bankr" bridgeoftulips undderscorebeloved

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[he's sat against the bookshelf, quietly telling michael old war stories to avoid having to talk about technoblade specifically, when he notices ranboo getting out of the room. his eyes flick to technoblade and eret outside the house through the open door, and keeps his voice low still.]

hey, boo. [she forces a light grin as michael reaches for his other dad.] was getting worried for a second there, ahaha

[voidedcall]

[He smiles back, strained at the edges] Hey, bee. I'm... sorry. I'm sorry about all of this. [She fiddles with her hands, notices Michael, and takes his outstretched one] He's okay, right? You um, didn't find any... anything bad?

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[michael squeezes ranboo's thumb as best as he can with little hooves. tubbo chuckles, and shakes his head.] it's fine, and.. nah, he's even quieter than normal, but i think he's just homesick. nothing physical, though. asked if he was eatin n shit while you were down here and he nodded so all that was taken care of too. [michael bumps back into tubbo's torso and huffs.]

he got to use crayons, apparently. think the most he's walking away from this with is some.. what's it called. separation anxiety. [he stands up and squeezes michael, nuzzling the tufts of fur on his head. michael squirms, but settles down when tubbo shifts his hold.] not that im leaving him out of my sight after all this anyways

[voidedcall]

[Oh, right. Beloved nearly forgot his promise to stay with Tubbo and Michael for the time being. The idea is suddenly uncomfortable] [You told me yourself--] [She frowns, averting her gaze. It... doesn't mean anything. Maybe. Probably. It's too late to go back on his promise, anyway] Mhm. I'm glad he's okay, for the most part. Um, so I guess we go back home now? [They can't shake the feeling they're forgetting something, but he can't imagine what else he's supposed to do]

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uhh.. just about, yeah. [tubbo shifts his hold on michael again so he's holding michael in one arm, and reaches to hold ranboo's hand with the other. they squeeze, look around, and brings it up to kiss it once it's confirmed neither of the two outside are looking. michael pretends to be grossed out.]

i uh. [he gets somewhat uncomfortable himself as he pulls away, but it turns to bitterness quickly as he looks outside then to the floor, nose scrunched.] i want to talk to technoblade, for a bit. i didn't-- i didn't know he let dream out and.. i don't know. [he kicks at the floor with a hoof.]

i know you live with him and all, and that he's been pretty nice to you, i think, but he's got a whole pattern of doing mega bad shit then just moving on with his life and i'm.. [michael looks worried, and tubbo shakes his head, quieting down.] i won't be able to change his mind, but i want him to know i'm tired of it. i don't want him to keep coming back in my life if he's going to be so.. disconnected from how horrible he's been. [he holds a hand over michael's ear, and starts mumbling.]

i'm tired of him ruining my life. we're gonna have to figure something out for dealing with dream and i need him to stay the hell out of it.

[she holds michael out for ranboo to hold instead.] talk to eret about taking sam to get your stuff, and then we can leave for snowchester and.. figure out about you moving your stuff. if that's alright with you

[voidedcall]

[She takes Michael, holding him close, and frowns at Tubbo] Um, I don't... is--is that a good idea? Not that, I um, don't agree that he's been--um, that he hasn't been doing great things, I just... I don't think he'd uh, really be willing to listen. [A terrible thought flits through his mind, and he shuts it down. Techno wouldn't hurt Tubbo... again. Oh. Okay, but he--but... no, Ranboo doesn't know why Techno did it. Maybe Tubbo told her and she doesn't remember, but she didn't forget the execution part] I--I, um, I just... I mean. [They sigh] Yeah, that's alright with me. The last part. [No better way to protect his family than to be with them, right? Maybe it'd be easier keeping an eye on Techno if Ranboo stayed in the arctic, but... he doesn't want to add any more stress to Tubbo's face. She'd surely be disappointed if Ranboo changed his mind]

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[tubbo crosses his arms and gives ranboo a leveled look.] i can handle it, ranboo, it's my conversation to have, not yours.

[he winces at how blunt she sounds and sighs.] i just.. if i'm gonna be honest, i don't care if he listens. [she wants to be able to just be angry for once. they tug at their sleeves.] i just want this all to be fucking over with already.

get technoblade out of my life, have you move in for a bit to help watch michael, get.. dream, sorted out somehow. maybe reconnect with tommy, talk to wilbur some time.. [they're mostly muttering to themself by now.] and then i can just relax and figure out what the hell to do with the rest of my life without any interference. [she seems sure of herself now, and nod as they start to walk outside to the other two visitors.] life successfully compart-a-mentalized. we win these things

[voidedcall]

Mm. Isn't, uh, compartmentalizing a bad thing? [It's asked a bit more fondly than seriously] Oh, well... um, good luck with uh... him. Yeah. I'll--do you want me and Eret to give you some privacy? I guess just, on the other side of the island

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ranboo, i have never had a bad coping mechanism in my life. and ahhh don't worry about it. [he waves his hand vaguely.] i'll ask techno to go to the backyard with me, it'll be fine. chit chat with eret about gender or something while you wait

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[he's sat against the bookshelf, quietly telling michael old war stories to avoid having to talk about technoblade specifically, when he notices ranboo getting out of the room. his eyes flick to technoblade and eret outside the house through the open door, and keeps his voice low still.]

hey, boo. [she forces a light grin as michael reaches for his other dad.] was getting worried for a second there, ahaha

[voidedcall]

[He smiles back, strained at the edges] Hey, bee. I'm... sorry. I'm sorry about all of this. [She fiddles with her hands, notices Michael, and takes his outstretched one] He's okay, right? You um, didn't find any... anything bad?

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[michael squeezes ranboo's thumb as best as he can with little hooves. tubbo chuckles, and shakes his head.] it's fine, and.. nah, he's even quieter than normal, but i think he's just homesick. nothing physical, though. asked if he was eatin n shit while you were down here and he nodded so all that was taken care of too. [michael bumps back into tubbo's torso and huffs.]

he got to use crayons, apparently. think the most he's walking away from this with is some.. what's it called. separation anxiety. [he stands up and squeezes michael, nuzzling the tufts of fur on his head. michael squirms, but settles down when tubbo shifts his hold.] not that im leaving him out of my sight after all this anyways

[voidedcall]

[Oh, right. Beloved nearly forgot his promise to stay with Tubbo and Michael for the time being. The idea is suddenly uncomfortable] [You told me yourself--] [She frowns, averting her gaze. It... doesn't mean anything. Maybe. Probably. It's too late to go back on his promise, anyway] Mhm. I'm glad he's okay, for the most part. Um, so I guess we go back home now? [They can't shake the feeling they're forgetting something, but he can't imagine what else he's supposed to do]

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uhh.. just about, yeah. [tubbo shifts his hold on michael again so he's holding michael in one arm, and reaches to hold ranboo's hand with the other. they squeeze, look around, and brings it up to kiss it once it's confirmed neither of the two outside are looking. michael pretends to be grossed out.]

i uh. [he gets somewhat uncomfortable himself as he pulls away, but it turns to bitterness quickly as he looks outside then to the floor, nose scrunched.] i want to talk to technoblade, for a bit. i didn't-- i didn't know he let dream out and.. i don't know. [he kicks at the floor with a hoof.]

i know you live with him and all, and that he's been pretty nice to you, i think, but he's got a whole pattern of doing mega bad shit then just moving on with his life and i'm.. [michael looks worried, and tubbo shakes his head, quieting down.] i won't be able to change his mind, but i want him to know i'm tired of it. i don't want him to keep coming back in my life if he's going to be so.. disconnected from how horrible he's been. [he holds a hand over michael's ear, and starts mumbling.]

i'm tired of him ruining my life. we're gonna have to figure something out for dealing with dream and i need him to stay the hell out of it.

[she holds michael out for ranboo to hold instead.] talk to eret about taking sam to get your stuff, and then we can leave for snowchester and.. figure out about you moving your stuff. if that's alright with you

[voidedcall]

[She takes Michael, holding him close, and frowns at Tubbo] Um, I don't... is--is that a good idea? Not that, I um, don't agree that he's been--um, that he hasn't been doing great things, I just... I don't think he'd uh, really be willing to listen. [A terrible thought flits through his mind, and he shuts it down. Techno wouldn't hurt Tubbo... again. Oh. Okay, but he--but... no, Ranboo doesn't know why Techno did it. Maybe Tubbo told her and she doesn't remember, but she didn't forget the execution part] I--I, um, I just... I mean. [They sigh] Yeah, that's alright with me. The last part. [No better way to protect his family than to be with them, right? Maybe it'd be easier keeping an eye on Techno if Ranboo stayed in the arctic, but... he doesn't want to add any more stress to Tubbo's face. She'd surely be disappointed if Ranboo changed his mind]

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[tubbo crosses his arms and gives ranboo a leveled look.] i can handle it, ranboo, it's my conversation to have, not yours.

[he winces at how blunt she sounds and sighs.] i just.. if i'm gonna be honest, i don't care if he listens. [she wants to be able to just be angry for once. they tug at their sleeves.] i just want this all to be fucking over with already.

get technoblade out of my life, have you move in for a bit to help watch michael, get.. dream, sorted out somehow. maybe reconnect with tommy, talk to wilbur some time.. [they're mostly muttering to themself by now.] and then i can just relax and figure out what the hell to do with the rest of my life without any interference. [she seems sure of herself now, and nod as they start to walk outside to the other two visitors.] life successfully compart-a-mentalized. we win these things

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[he's sat against the bookshelf, quietly telling michael old war stories to avoid having to talk about technoblade specifically, when he notices ranboo getting out of the room. his eyes flick to technoblade and eret outside the house through the open door, and keeps his voice low still.]

hey, boo. [she forces a light grin as michael reaches for his other dad.] was getting worried for a second there, ahaha

[voidedcall]

[He smiles back, strained at the edges] Hey, bee. I'm... sorry. I'm sorry about all of this. [She fiddles with her hands, notices Michael, and takes his outstretched one] He's okay, right? You um, didn't find any... anything bad?

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[michael squeezes ranboo's thumb as best as he can with little hooves. tubbo chuckles, and shakes his head.] it's fine, and.. nah, he's even quieter than normal, but i think he's just homesick. nothing physical, though. asked if he was eatin n shit while you were down here and he nodded so all that was taken care of too. [michael bumps back into tubbo's torso and huffs.]

he got to use crayons, apparently. think the most he's walking away from this with is some.. what's it called. separation anxiety. [he stands up and squeezes michael, nuzzling the tufts of fur on his head. michael squirms, but settles down when tubbo shifts his hold.] not that im leaving him out of my sight after all this anyways

[voidedcall]

[Oh, right. Beloved nearly forgot his promise to stay with Tubbo and Michael for the time being. The idea is suddenly uncomfortable] [You told me yourself--] [She frowns, averting her gaze. It... doesn't mean anything. Maybe. Probably. It's too late to go back on his promise, anyway] Mhm. I'm glad he's okay, for the most part. Um, so I guess we go back home now? [They can't shake the feeling they're forgetting something, but he can't imagine what else he's supposed to do]

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uhh.. just about, yeah. [tubbo shifts his hold on michael again so he's holding michael in one arm, and reaches to hold ranboo's hand with the other. they squeeze, look around, and brings it up to kiss it once it's confirmed neither of the two outside are looking. michael pretends to be grossed out.]

i uh. [he gets somewhat uncomfortable himself as he pulls away, but it turns to bitterness quickly as he looks outside then to the floor, nose scrunched.] i want to talk to technoblade, for a bit. i didn't-- i didn't know he let dream out and.. i don't know. [he kicks at the floor with a hoof.]

i know you live with him and all, and that he's been pretty nice to you, i think, but he's got a whole pattern of doing mega bad shit then just moving on with his life and i'm.. [michael looks worried, and tubbo shakes his head, quieting down.] i won't be able to change his mind, but i want him to know i'm tired of it. i don't want him to keep coming back in my life if he's going to be so.. disconnected from how horrible he's been. [he holds a hand over michael's ear, and starts mumbling.]

i'm tired of him ruining my life. we're gonna have to figure something out for dealing with dream and i need him to stay the hell out of it.

[she holds michael out for ranboo to hold instead.] talk to eret about taking sam to get your stuff, and then we can leave for snowchester and.. figure out about you moving your stuff. if that's alright with you

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[he's sat against the bookshelf, quietly telling michael old war stories to avoid having to talk about technoblade specifically, when he notices ranboo getting out of the room. his eyes flick to technoblade and eret outside the house through the open door, and keeps his voice low still.]

hey, boo. [she forces a light grin as michael reaches for his other dad.] was getting worried for a second there, ahaha

[voidedcall]

[He smiles back, strained at the edges] Hey, bee. I'm... sorry. I'm sorry about all of this. [She fiddles with her hands, notices Michael, and takes his outstretched one] He's okay, right? You um, didn't find any... anything bad?

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[michael squeezes ranboo's thumb as best as he can with little hooves. tubbo chuckles, and shakes his head.] it's fine, and.. nah, he's even quieter than normal, but i think he's just homesick. nothing physical, though. asked if he was eatin n shit while you were down here and he nodded so all that was taken care of too. [michael bumps back into tubbo's torso and huffs.]

he got to use crayons, apparently. think the most he's walking away from this with is some.. what's it called. separation anxiety. [he stands up and squeezes michael, nuzzling the tufts of fur on his head. michael squirms, but settles down when tubbo shifts his hold.] not that im leaving him out of my sight after all this anyways

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[he's sat against the bookshelf, quietly telling michael old war stories to avoid having to talk about technoblade specifically, when he notices ranboo getting out of the room. his eyes flick to technoblade and eret outside the house through the open door, and keeps his voice low still.]

hey, boo. [she forces a light grin as michael reaches for his other dad.] was getting worried for a second there, ahaha

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..techno did what?

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happy return to RP!!! i love the blogs I'm so happy you guys are back

not a guy but thank yewwwww i love my fucked up lil guy

[pandoraswarden]

[Sam paces around in his house, looking nervously at the bookshelf before looking out the window instead. He curses under his breath when he notices the boats docking on his island's shores, and leaves his house to approach the visitors. His goggles aren't on, betraying his apprehension.]

..I guess I expected this. Hello. [He squints at Technoblade, and sounds tired as he speaks.] Please don't blow up my house.

[chekhovs-bladesmith]

hey sam! whether or not ill blow up your house is between me and this guy [he gestures towards tubbo].

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[he fidgets with the sword in his hands, and steels his gaze as they look sam in the eyes.]

i just want to know where michael is. and what the hell imprisoning and fucking murdering ranboo was about. whatever happens to the house depends on the answers

[pandoraswarden]

He's-- Michael's safe. I didn't do anything to him.

Ranboo was just.. [He shuffles hesitantly. Now that he was being confronted, it was hard to just go with the hostage explanation and nothing else.] I got. A tip, that they might have been.. That it might have been best for her to be in there. At the very least, that she would be a good hostage. I don't know. I thought, if I got Michael, and Ranboo stopped for Michael, then Techno or Dream would have stopped and gotten the other one to stop, it just..

[He looks bitterly at the ground with pinned ears. His thoughts were swirling too much to remember much other than his pure desperation at the time.]

It didn't work out. How I wanted it to.

[voidedcall]

[Ranboo pushes around the group, steps in front of Tubbo and without hesitation, swings her axe at Sam] You. [He snarls, baring his teeth] I don't care about your excuses. Tell us where Michael is now.

[pandoraswarden]

[He stumbles back, a hind paw pressed against the door as he puts his hands up and huffs out smoke, squinting at Ranboo.]

Maybe that tip off was right. [He considers his options, and sighs, figuring it isn't worth it. Every second he spends here is just another spent not finding Dream anyways. He turns to open the door and walks in, straight for the bookcase at the back.]

[Sam drops an item through the floorboards, and the bookshelf starts moving to the side to reveal a drop down into a dark room. There's a ladder, but Sam simply drops down and calls upwards.]

Through here. I put him in the library.

[voidedcall]

[Their eyes widen, then narrow. He didn't expect Sam to give in so easily. It could be a trap... well, it doesn't matter, as long as they get Michael. She grabs Tubbo and drags them both to the ladder, sliding down it herself] MICHAEL! [Beloved cries upon seeing him. They put their weapon away and rush forward] Michael, Michael--you're here--are you okay? [She kneels, checking him over] Oh, void, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm here now, we're here.

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[tubbo runs forward as well, checking him twice over.] oh, kiddo, hey bud, i'm so so sorry.

[michael brightens at the attention, snorting and nuzzling into his parents hands as best he can. he instinctively reaches to grasp onto tubbo, who picks his son up and squeezes him tight. for a second, tubbo feels his anger melt away as sam thankfully stays quiet and stays back.]

..we should really bring you back, bud. way away from here. [he bumps against ranboo, but remembers sam is watching, and gets up with a churning stomach. their eyes flick to sam, then to ranboo.] should get your stuff too

[voidedcall]

[She brushes Michael's forehead and kisses it] You're safe now [His voice is a whisper. Registering Tubbo's words, he shifts a bit, looking back at Sam] ...yeah. Maybe we should take Michael back first, my stuff can wait

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[michael snorts again, reaching for ranboo's face as he calls out her name. tubbo lets him up enough for michael to bump his head against ranboo, before shifting their hold on him and nodding.] we can ask eret or techno, probably. to get your stuff, i mean. i think we should just take michael back now. [he lowers her voice to a whisper as well.] make sure sam leaves after you, just in case there's a trap set

[he makes his way to the ladder, letting michael climb up and climbing after him. she leans against the wall for a while as he waits for the other too, worrying for a bit about ranboo, and everything else. they worry her lip and gently rubs michael's ear when he asks what's wrong.] nothing bud, we're going home soon, i promise

[pandoraswarden]

[Sam paces around in his house, looking nervously at the bookshelf before looking out the window instead. He curses under his breath when he notices the boats docking on his island's shores, and leaves his house to approach the visitors. His goggles aren't on, betraying his apprehension.]

..I guess I expected this. Hello. [He squints at Technoblade, and sounds tired as he speaks.] Please don't blow up my house.

[chekhovs-bladesmith]

hey sam! whether or not ill blow up your house is between me and this guy [he gestures towards tubbo].

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[he fidgets with the sword in his hands, and steels his gaze as they look sam in the eyes.]

i just want to know where michael is. and what the hell imprisoning and fucking murdering ranboo was about. whatever happens to the house depends on the answers

[pandoraswarden]

He's-- Michael's safe. I didn't do anything to him.

Ranboo was just.. [He shuffles hesitantly. Now that he was being confronted, it was hard to just go with the hostage explanation and nothing else.] I got. A tip, that they might have been.. That it might have been best for her to be in there. At the very least, that she would be a good hostage. I don't know. I thought, if I got Michael, and Ranboo stopped for Michael, then Techno or Dream would have stopped and gotten the other one to stop, it just..

[He looks bitterly at the ground with pinned ears. His thoughts were swirling too much to remember much other than his pure desperation at the time.]

It didn't work out. How I wanted it to.

[voidedcall]

[Ranboo pushes around the group, steps in front of Tubbo and without hesitation, swings her axe at Sam] You. [He snarls, baring his teeth] I don't care about your excuses. Tell us where Michael is now.

[pandoraswarden]

[He stumbles back, a hind paw pressed against the door as he puts his hands up and huffs out smoke, squinting at Ranboo.]

Maybe that tip off was right. [He considers his options, and sighs, figuring it isn't worth it. Every second he spends here is just another spent not finding Dream anyways. He turns to open the door and walks in, straight for the bookcase at the back.]

[Sam drops an item through the floorboards, and the bookshelf starts moving to the side to reveal a drop down into a dark room. There's a ladder, but Sam simply drops down and calls upwards.]

Through here. I put him in the library.

[voidedcall]

[Their eyes widen, then narrow. He didn't expect Sam to give in so easily. It could be a trap... well, it doesn't matter, as long as they get Michael. She grabs Tubbo and drags them both to the ladder, sliding down it herself] MICHAEL! [Beloved cries upon seeing him. They put their weapon away and rush forward] Michael, Michael--you're here--are you okay? [She kneels, checking him over] Oh, void, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm here now, we're here.

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[tubbo runs forward as well, checking him twice over.] oh, kiddo, hey bud, i'm so so sorry.

[michael brightens at the attention, snorting and nuzzling into his parents hands as best he can. he instinctively reaches to grasp onto tubbo, who picks his son up and squeezes him tight. for a second, tubbo feels his anger melt away as sam thankfully stays quiet and stays back.]

..we should really bring you back, bud. way away from here. [he bumps against ranboo, but remembers sam is watching, and gets up with a churning stomach. their eyes flick to sam, then to ranboo.] should get your stuff too

[pandoraswarden]

[Sam paces around in his house, looking nervously at the bookshelf before looking out the window instead. He curses under his breath when he notices the boats docking on his island's shores, and leaves his house to approach the visitors. His goggles aren't on, betraying his apprehension.]

..I guess I expected this. Hello. [He squints at Technoblade, and sounds tired as he speaks.] Please don't blow up my house.

[chekhovs-bladesmith]

hey sam! whether or not ill blow up your house is between me and this guy [he gestures towards tubbo].

[bridgeoftulips]

[he fidgets with the sword in his hands, and steels his gaze as they look sam in the eyes.]

i just want to know where michael is. and what the hell imprisoning and fucking murdering ranboo was about. whatever happens to the house depends on the answers

[voidedcall]

So, what do you think we're supposed to expect there? Um, I don't--I don't really know Sam that well, aside from... this whole thing

[bridgeoftulips]

aw well, he's not the worst to talk to. he used to help me with bigggg building projects back in the day, though hes.. certainly started to suck a lot more after the prison shit. worst case scenario, hes an unbudging prick and we beat him around a little til we get michael.

..i hope thats not the case though, i dont want michael to have to hear all that.

[voidedcall]

He doesn't seem um, very cooperative. He didn't--he wouldn't really listen to me... but, I dunno, maybe he just won't be there? Hopefully, I think that--that would be the best case scenario I'm worried about Michael, I-I really hope he's okay. Sam wouldn't... he wouldn't, like, go farther than... nevermind. N-nevermind. He'll be okay

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[she briefly stops rowing to pat ranboo's arm.] hey, it's going to be okay, really. yeah, he's a dick, but it's nothing we can't handle. i worked in politics, i can be civil.

[they go back to rowing.] michael's going to be okay. he's got a name, we would have seen a death message if something happened to him. it'll be okay, promise

[voidedcall]

Okay. Okay, thank you. [He smiles a little] I don't think working in politics automatically means being civil.

[bridgeoftulips]

do you know how many rude as hell people i've had to deal with? it was either be civil or have an even worse experience. never doubt my ability to very civilly beat someone down in verbal conversation. i'm a god at it.

[voidedcall]

Umm, sure, sure, I just mean that your "winning" points when we argue are usually like, death threats. Mostly about taking my legs. I don't know why you're so obsessed with that, it's not like you're ever gonna be taller

[bridgeoftulips]

yeah well i reckon you weren't exactly a fuckin politician for long, you just wouldn't know. you just wouldn't know, ranboo. and that's not a threat, that is a promise. it will happen.

[voidedcall]

I just wouldn't know what it's like to be the size of an atom? Yeah, yeah I wouldn't really know that... not sure what that has to do with politics, though

[bridgeoftulips]

[she rolls her eyes and reaches back to elbow ranboo in the stomach.] wouldn't know how to be civil. clearly. i cannot believe you, really. so mean and horrible to-- [he takes a quick glance at technoblade occupied in his own conversation, and decides to play it safe anyways.] your darling close friend who has been there for you always

[voidedcall]

[They giggle] Oh, yes. My darling close friend who has been there for me always. Sooo sorry for my, for my rudeness, really. It's just hard not stating the obvious, you know?

[bridgeoftulips]

[she shakes her head and firmly keeps their gaze forward so ranboo can't see the smile forming.] i just don't know, actually. i think you're just an enigma, really. mean and rude and horrible and all enigma-y

[voidedcall]

So, what do you think we're supposed to expect there? Um, I don't--I don't really know Sam that well, aside from... this whole thing

[bridgeoftulips]

aw well, he's not the worst to talk to. he used to help me with bigggg building projects back in the day, though hes.. certainly started to suck a lot more after the prison shit. worst case scenario, hes an unbudging prick and we beat him around a little til we get michael.

..i hope thats not the case though, i dont want michael to have to hear all that.

[voidedcall]

He doesn't seem um, very cooperative. He didn't--he wouldn't really listen to me... but, I dunno, maybe he just won't be there? Hopefully, I think that--that would be the best case scenario I'm worried about Michael, I-I really hope he's okay. Sam wouldn't... he wouldn't, like, go farther than... nevermind. N-nevermind. He'll be okay

[bridgeoftulips]

[she briefly stops rowing to pat ranboo's arm.] hey, it's going to be okay, really. yeah, he's a dick, but it's nothing we can't handle. i worked in politics, i can be civil.

[they go back to rowing.] michael's going to be okay. he's got a name, we would have seen a death message if something happened to him. it'll be okay, promise

[voidedcall]

Okay. Okay, thank you. [He smiles a little] I don't think working in politics automatically means being civil.

[bridgeoftulips]

do you know how many rude as hell people i've had to deal with? it was either be civil or have an even worse experience. never doubt my ability to very civilly beat someone down in verbal conversation. i'm a god at it.

[voidedcall]

Umm, sure, sure, I just mean that your "winning" points when we argue are usually like, death threats. Mostly about taking my legs. I don't know why you're so obsessed with that, it's not like you're ever gonna be taller

[bridgeoftulips]

yeah well i reckon you weren't exactly a fuckin politician for long, you just wouldn't know. you just wouldn't know, ranboo. and that's not a threat, that is a promise. it will happen.

[voidedcall]

I just wouldn't know what it's like to be the size of an atom? Yeah, yeah I wouldn't really know that... not sure what that has to do with politics, though

[bridgeoftulips]

[she rolls her eyes and reaches back to elbow ranboo in the stomach.] wouldn't know how to be civil. clearly. i cannot believe you, really. so mean and horrible to-- [he takes a quick glance at technoblade occupied in his own conversation, and decides to play it safe anyways.] your darling close friend who has been there for you always

[voidedcall]

So, what do you think we're supposed to expect there? Um, I don't--I don't really know Sam that well, aside from... this whole thing

[bridgeoftulips]

aw well, he's not the worst to talk to. he used to help me with bigggg building projects back in the day, though hes.. certainly started to suck a lot more after the prison shit. worst case scenario, hes an unbudging prick and we beat him around a little til we get michael.

..i hope thats not the case though, i dont want michael to have to hear all that.

[voidedcall]

He doesn't seem um, very cooperative. He didn't--he wouldn't really listen to me... but, I dunno, maybe he just won't be there? Hopefully, I think that--that would be the best case scenario I'm worried about Michael, I-I really hope he's okay. Sam wouldn't... he wouldn't, like, go farther than... nevermind. N-nevermind. He'll be okay

[bridgeoftulips]

[she briefly stops rowing to pat ranboo's arm.] hey, it's going to be okay, really. yeah, he's a dick, but it's nothing we can't handle. i worked in politics, i can be civil.

[they go back to rowing.] michael's going to be okay. he's got a name, we would have seen a death message if something happened to him. it'll be okay, promise

[voidedcall]

Okay. Okay, thank you. [He smiles a little] I don't think working in politics automatically means being civil.

[bridgeoftulips]

do you know how many rude as hell people i've had to deal with? it was either be civil or have an even worse experience. never doubt my ability to very civilly beat someone down in verbal conversation. i'm a god at it.

[voidedcall]

Umm, sure, sure, I just mean that your "winning" points when we argue are usually like, death threats. Mostly about taking my legs. I don't know why you're so obsessed with that, it's not like you're ever gonna be taller

[bridgeoftulips]

yeah well i reckon you weren't exactly a fuckin politician for long, you just wouldn't know. you just wouldn't know, ranboo. and that's not a threat, that is a promise. it will happen.