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@c00lbug
"..This isn't the camp."
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you will one day fall over and not get up
"Probably could happen."
007n7 did a small shrug, before sitting down. That golden blood still clinging to his claws.
"I don't doubt it."
so whens the Marriage gonna happen?
"What?? Marriage? There's.. no marriage?"
MAGIC ANON! 15 live salmon.
"WH- THE FUCK??? ..FISH???"
007n7 slowly walked into the mall, or well. That version of the mall made just to keep them atleast a BIT sane. Tail slowly swinging side to side.
As he glanced around the place, his gaze stayed on a certain sign in the place. Squinting a bit before whispering to himself.
"Definitely didn't miss this location."
-@c00lbug [implication time]
Ronni peers out of the doorway, mist rolling around her boots to catch her a better view, eyes snapping open in the haze that warned of the big boss prowling about. And of course, because nothing ever went his way, that luckdamned bug was in his mall.
It swings, forming vapor into a sword with the motion and carrying a word of warning that cracks itself in the wall.
She drags the sword out from the gash it cut into the wall with an unnatural ease, and the mall begins to heal itself- an unchanging limbo couldn’t go and let itself get run down, now could it- and spits,
“Jack. The fuck are you doing here.”
Hearing the other, and the noises, 007n7 tilted his head slightly. That terrible smile still plastered upon his face. Atleast, that's what should have stayed. The smile quickly seemed to falter as he stared at the other. Confidence faltering, almost.
The eyes still left that magenta-hue of light, but it seemed much softer now.
"I- can you not deadname me?? I'm.. not here to hurt anyone. Just here to talk. Advice, you know?"
The mist curls and curls and curls around 007n7’s ankle and yanks him to the ground, Ronni’s sword swung to point dead-on at the bug’s neck as soon as he’s on the ground. Her eyes are narrowed, assessing, scrutinizing.
It doesn’t let up, keeping the sword poised to strike as it snarls,
“Can you not break into my luckdamned mall?”
She catches the glimmer of pink in his eyes- common enough procedure to check for it, when n7 intruded- or, really, it was just visiting his kids, but-
“You might not be here to hurt anyone, but I can see It in your eyes, and I can’t take a risk like that. Not with your kids here.”
"Ack-"
007n7 let out a small 'oof' as he landed on the ground, quickly dropping what he had been holding from his hands. Those golden wings, gotten from Telamon himself, still stained a bit from the blood.
It's eyes locked on to Ronni's, 007n7 gulping a bit.
"I'm- I'm glad you're keeping them safe. And worrying for them. But I'm just here for advice, promise. Trust me, I've just.."
His gaze drifted off for a second. Didn't trust himself to turn his head to the wings with that sword so close. And so he just.. terribly waved his hand in the wings direction.
"..Messed up, in short."
Ronni allows himself to gasp in horror, paw flinging to cover his mouth. She reels back, letting her sword dissipate as she comprehends what, exactly, 007n7 has dropped on her floor.
It takes a moment for it to collect itself, staring dumbfounded at the ichor-stained golden wings on the floor, hardly processing much other than the fact that it smells off, from mortal blood- it didn’t carry the scent of iron, no, but- burnt sugar. Undeniably divine.
Undeniably, that damn bird.
She croaks,
“..how, in Luck’s name, do you mess up that bad. What advice do you want from me? Soon as that damn bird’s in workin’ order, he ain’t gonna like you no more, now is he? Best case scenario, you’re on thin ice. Tread lighter than a damn feather. That’s what I got for you.”
"In my defense, I didn't have much o' a choice?"
Sitting up, 007n7 quickly pointed at one of his eyes for a moment, before flicking his head a bit. Turning back to grab the wings, he held onto one of them a bit.
Staring at the feathers, dragging his other hand through them before the antennae seemed to flop down at the sides of his head.
"I just don't know what to do with them. Trying to consume them would be terrible, and any other option I have would just be wrong. So uh.. that's why I'm here. I need to know what to do with them."
This wasn't a situation she could handle. Ronni was good enough to admit that to herself, and, of course, stubborn enough to ignore it and try anyway. Maybe, if his Consigliere were present, he'd act a bit less rashly, think a bit more clearly. But it’d told the goons, in no uncertain terms, that they were to stay back unless Ronni called for them.
So it was just her, 007n7, and each of their respective histories of terrible decisions and what she’d prefer to regard as a mutual respect, even if it was strained to hell and back. So he sighs, drags his paw over his face, and offers,
"..leave 'em with us. We’ll- well, luck if I know what we'll do with 'em, but they'll be outta your paws and into a safe spot. You know we're good at keeping things safe, 7."
"I- yeah, okay. Thank you, Ronni. I'm uh."
Getting up from the ground, 007n7's tail wagged back and forth slowly. Whacking at the mist a bit.
Scratching a bit at the fur, his gaze drifting away from the other.
"Just giving you a heads up, uh. Henry's.. Planning something? ..If it wasn't obvious enough."
The mist curls back as 007n7’s tail bats at it, pulling away and weaving itself back into Ronni’s form.
She gathers up the wings into her arms and begins to pace, each step a stomp, her ears pinned back. It stops, and buries its face in its paws, letting out another long-suffering sigh before it hisses,
"Because of course he is, when is he not!- Thank you for the heads up, 7. We'll. Keep an eye out for anything that might come our way."
He makes a shooing gesture at 007n7.
"Now scram. Git out. You're not seeing the kids when you've got him in your- he's always in your head- actively messing with you. Don't make me grab da broom."
"Yeah I.. I'm just worried, y'know. I'll get going. Please don't hit me with a broom."
007n7 took a couple small steps back, hands raised into the air a bit. Before turning around, and, well.
skittering like a bug.
007n7 slowly walked into the mall, or well. That version of the mall made just to keep them atleast a BIT sane. Tail slowly swinging side to side.
As he glanced around the place, his gaze stayed on a certain sign in the place. Squinting a bit before whispering to himself.
"Definitely didn't miss this location."
-@c00lbug [implication time]
Ronni peers out of the doorway, mist rolling around her boots to catch her a better view, eyes snapping open in the haze that warned of the big boss prowling about. And of course, because nothing ever went his way, that luckdamned bug was in his mall.
It swings, forming vapor into a sword with the motion and carrying a word of warning that cracks itself in the wall.
She drags the sword out from the gash it cut into the wall with an unnatural ease, and the mall begins to heal itself- an unchanging limbo couldn’t go and let itself get run down, now could it- and spits,
“Jack. The fuck are you doing here.”
Hearing the other, and the noises, 007n7 tilted his head slightly. That terrible smile still plastered upon his face. Atleast, that's what should have stayed. The smile quickly seemed to falter as he stared at the other. Confidence faltering, almost.
The eyes still left that magenta-hue of light, but it seemed much softer now.
"I- can you not deadname me?? I'm.. not here to hurt anyone. Just here to talk. Advice, you know?"
The mist curls and curls and curls around 007n7’s ankle and yanks him to the ground, Ronni’s sword swung to point dead-on at the bug’s neck as soon as he’s on the ground. Her eyes are narrowed, assessing, scrutinizing.
It doesn’t let up, keeping the sword poised to strike as it snarls,
“Can you not break into my luckdamned mall?”
She catches the glimmer of pink in his eyes- common enough procedure to check for it, when n7 intruded- or, really, it was just visiting his kids, but-
“You might not be here to hurt anyone, but I can see It in your eyes, and I can’t take a risk like that. Not with your kids here.”
"Ack-"
007n7 let out a small 'oof' as he landed on the ground, quickly dropping what he had been holding from his hands. Those golden wings, gotten from Telamon himself, still stained a bit from the blood.
It's eyes locked on to Ronni's, 007n7 gulping a bit.
"I'm- I'm glad you're keeping them safe. And worrying for them. But I'm just here for advice, promise. Trust me, I've just.."
His gaze drifted off for a second. Didn't trust himself to turn his head to the wings with that sword so close. And so he just.. terribly waved his hand in the wings direction.
"..Messed up, in short."
Ronni allows himself to gasp in horror, paw flinging to cover his mouth. She reels back, letting her sword dissipate as she comprehends what, exactly, 007n7 has dropped on her floor.
It takes a moment for it to collect itself, staring dumbfounded at the ichor-stained golden wings on the floor, hardly processing much other than the fact that it smells off, from mortal blood- it didn’t carry the scent of iron, no, but- burnt sugar. Undeniably divine.
Undeniably, that damn bird.
She croaks,
“..how, in Luck’s name, do you mess up that bad. What advice do you want from me? Soon as that damn bird’s in workin’ order, he ain’t gonna like you no more, now is he? Best case scenario, you’re on thin ice. Tread lighter than a damn feather. That’s what I got for you.”
"In my defense, I didn't have much o' a choice?"
Sitting up, 007n7 quickly pointed at one of his eyes for a moment, before flicking his head a bit. Turning back to grab the wings, he held onto one of them a bit.
Staring at the feathers, dragging his other hand through them before the antennae seemed to flop down at the sides of his head.
"I just don't know what to do with them. Trying to consume them would be terrible, and any other option I have would just be wrong. So uh.. that's why I'm here. I need to know what to do with them."
This wasn't a situation she could handle. Ronni was good enough to admit that to herself, and, of course, stubborn enough to ignore it and try anyway. Maybe, if his Consigliere were present, he'd act a bit less rashly, think a bit more clearly. But it’d told the goons, in no uncertain terms, that they were to stay back unless Ronni called for them.
So it was just her, 007n7, and each of their respective histories of terrible decisions and what she’d prefer to regard as a mutual respect, even if it was strained to hell and back. So he sighs, drags his paw over his face, and offers,
"..leave 'em with us. We’ll- well, luck if I know what we'll do with 'em, but they'll be outta your paws and into a safe spot. You know we're good at keeping things safe, 7."
"I- yeah, okay. Thank you, Ronni. I'm uh."
Getting up from the ground, 007n7's tail wagged back and forth slowly. Whacking at the mist a bit.
Scratching a bit at the fur, his gaze drifting away from the other.
"Just giving you a heads up, uh. Henry's.. Planning something? ..If it wasn't obvious enough."
007n7 slowly walked into the mall, or well. That version of the mall made just to keep them atleast a BIT sane. Tail slowly swinging side to side.
As he glanced around the place, his gaze stayed on a certain sign in the place. Squinting a bit before whispering to himself.
"Definitely didn't miss this location."
-@c00lbug [implication time]
Ronni peers out of the doorway, mist rolling around her boots to catch her a better view, eyes snapping open in the haze that warned of the big boss prowling about. And of course, because nothing ever went his way, that luckdamned bug was in his mall.
It swings, forming vapor into a sword with the motion and carrying a word of warning that cracks itself in the wall.
She drags the sword out from the gash it cut into the wall with an unnatural ease, and the mall begins to heal itself- an unchanging limbo couldn’t go and let itself get run down, now could it- and spits,
“Jack. The fuck are you doing here.”
Hearing the other, and the noises, 007n7 tilted his head slightly. That terrible smile still plastered upon his face. Atleast, that's what should have stayed. The smile quickly seemed to falter as he stared at the other. Confidence faltering, almost.
The eyes still left that magenta-hue of light, but it seemed much softer now.
"I- can you not deadname me?? I'm.. not here to hurt anyone. Just here to talk. Advice, you know?"
The mist curls and curls and curls around 007n7’s ankle and yanks him to the ground, Ronni’s sword swung to point dead-on at the bug’s neck as soon as he’s on the ground. Her eyes are narrowed, assessing, scrutinizing.
It doesn’t let up, keeping the sword poised to strike as it snarls,
“Can you not break into my luckdamned mall?”
She catches the glimmer of pink in his eyes- common enough procedure to check for it, when n7 intruded- or, really, it was just visiting his kids, but-
“You might not be here to hurt anyone, but I can see It in your eyes, and I can’t take a risk like that. Not with your kids here.”
"Ack-"
007n7 let out a small 'oof' as he landed on the ground, quickly dropping what he had been holding from his hands. Those golden wings, gotten from Telamon himself, still stained a bit from the blood.
It's eyes locked on to Ronni's, 007n7 gulping a bit.
"I'm- I'm glad you're keeping them safe. And worrying for them. But I'm just here for advice, promise. Trust me, I've just.."
His gaze drifted off for a second. Didn't trust himself to turn his head to the wings with that sword so close. And so he just.. terribly waved his hand in the wings direction.
"..Messed up, in short."
Ronni allows himself to gasp in horror, paw flinging to cover his mouth. She reels back, letting her sword dissipate as she comprehends what, exactly, 007n7 has dropped on her floor.
It takes a moment for it to collect itself, staring dumbfounded at the ichor-stained golden wings on the floor, hardly processing much other than the fact that it smells off, from mortal blood- it didn’t carry the scent of iron, no, but- burnt sugar. Undeniably divine.
Undeniably, that damn bird.
She croaks,
“..how, in Luck’s name, do you mess up that bad. What advice do you want from me? Soon as that damn bird’s in workin’ order, he ain’t gonna like you no more, now is he? Best case scenario, you’re on thin ice. Tread lighter than a damn feather. That’s what I got for you.”
"In my defense, I didn't have much o' a choice?"
Sitting up, 007n7 quickly pointed at one of his eyes for a moment, before flicking his head a bit. Turning back to grab the wings, he held onto one of them a bit.
Staring at the feathers, dragging his other hand through them before the antennae seemed to flop down at the sides of his head.
"I just don't know what to do with them. Trying to consume them would be terrible, and any other option I have would just be wrong. So uh.. that's why I'm here. I need to know what to do with them."
007n7 slowly walked into the mall, or well. That version of the mall made just to keep them atleast a BIT sane. Tail slowly swinging side to side.
As he glanced around the place, his gaze stayed on a certain sign in the place. Squinting a bit before whispering to himself.
"Definitely didn't miss this location."
-@c00lbug [implication time]
Ronni peers out of the doorway, mist rolling around her boots to catch her a better view, eyes snapping open in the haze that warned of the big boss prowling about. And of course, because nothing ever went his way, that luckdamned bug was in his mall.
It swings, forming vapor into a sword with the motion and carrying a word of warning that cracks itself in the wall.
She drags the sword out from the gash it cut into the wall with an unnatural ease, and the mall begins to heal itself- an unchanging limbo couldn’t go and let itself get run down, now could it- and spits,
“Jack. The fuck are you doing here.”
Hearing the other, and the noises, 007n7 tilted his head slightly. That terrible smile still plastered upon his face. Atleast, that's what should have stayed. The smile quickly seemed to falter as he stared at the other. Confidence faltering, almost.
The eyes still left that magenta-hue of light, but it seemed much softer now.
"I- can you not deadname me?? I'm.. not here to hurt anyone. Just here to talk. Advice, you know?"
The mist curls and curls and curls around 007n7’s ankle and yanks him to the ground, Ronni’s sword swung to point dead-on at the bug’s neck as soon as he’s on the ground. Her eyes are narrowed, assessing, scrutinizing.
It doesn’t let up, keeping the sword poised to strike as it snarls,
“Can you not break into my luckdamned mall?”
She catches the glimmer of pink in his eyes- common enough procedure to check for it, when n7 intruded- or, really, it was just visiting his kids, but-
“You might not be here to hurt anyone, but I can see It in your eyes, and I can’t take a risk like that. Not with your kids here.”
"Ack-"
007n7 let out a small 'oof' as he landed on the ground, quickly dropping what he had been holding from his hands. Those golden wings, gotten from Telamon himself, still stained a bit from the blood.
It's eyes locked on to Ronni's, 007n7 gulping a bit.
"I'm- I'm glad you're keeping them safe. And worrying for them. But I'm just here for advice, promise. Trust me, I've just.."
His gaze drifted off for a second. Didn't trust himself to turn his head to the wings with that sword so close. And so he just.. terribly waved his hand in the wings direction.
"..Messed up, in short."
007n7 slowly walked into the mall, or well. That version of the mall made just to keep them atleast a BIT sane. Tail slowly swinging side to side.
As he glanced around the place, his gaze stayed on a certain sign in the place. Squinting a bit before whispering to himself.
"Definitely didn't miss this location."
-@c00lbug [implication time]
Ronni peers out of the doorway, mist rolling around her boots to catch her a better view, eyes snapping open in the haze that warned of the big boss prowling about. And of course, because nothing ever went his way, that luckdamned bug was in his mall.
It swings, forming vapor into a sword with the motion and carrying a word of warning that cracks itself in the wall.
She drags the sword out from the gash it cut into the wall with an unnatural ease, and the mall begins to heal itself- an unchanging limbo couldn’t go and let itself get run down, now could it- and spits,
“Jack. The fuck are you doing here.”
Hearing the other, and the noises, 007n7 tilted his head slightly. That terrible smile still plastered upon his face. Atleast, that's what should have stayed. The smile quickly seemed to falter as he stared at the other. Confidence faltering, almost.
The eyes still left that magenta-hue of light, but it seemed much softer now.
"I- can you not deadname me?? I'm.. not here to hurt anyone. Just here to talk. Advice, you know?"
hey boy lookin awful orange you ever been to vegas before
"I'm. Uh."
The bug squinted a little, before continuing.
"What are you? The Mafia?"
"I regret what I've done. I know it was wrong. However I can't help but continue."
-———————————————————-
"I just want to take a small break from it all."
[go my 2-3 am bugn7 art be free]
007n7 vs Guest 1337
007n7
Guest 1337
"GO N7 🔥🔥🔥🔥"
"???"
and i thought the bird was the greedy one
"..Usually."
Really? "Love"? After what you did? You think you deserve to call him that?
"I don't. I know I don't. I do it even when I know I don't deserve to."
"I'm a bastard, I know."
"What am I gonna do with these?"
The bug tapped the floor a bit, looking at the wings he had taken. The things he had been told to take. Ordered to take, if you wanna put it that way.
It's not like they could be reattached. But keeping them would probably just heighten the guilt he already felt. . . .
Wow. Doing that to the bird? tsk tsk tsk. I expected better from you!
"I didn't.. have a choice. Its not like I wanted to do it."
"..I don't. want to see him hurt either, trust me."
A small hum. That familar tune. The magenta glow. Limbs that don't seem to bend correctly, the antennae not being curled right.
That bug was always a strange one, wasn't he, Telamon?
As 007n7 approached Telamon, that abnormal grin stayed plastered on his face. Never faltering.
"Hello love. Nice day, is it not?"
-@c00lbug
Telamon's face shifts to a somehow golder color, pupils going larger before sharpening to slits as he narrows his eyes, feathers puffing up to make himself seem even larger than he already is.
Something strange and heavy and terrible nestles in his chest- surely, the words had to be the Spectre, because his bug- the, bug. Would never say that to him.
"..Hen-Hen, what a pleasant surprise- my, Telamon didn't think you thought of him that way!"
He shuffles backward a bit, keeping his distance- caution was warranted, when the Spectre was involved. The grin always did put him off- that was meant to be reserved for only one of them, meant to be on Telamon's face alone.
It felt wrong on 007n7's.
"Well that's a new nickname."
The bug let out a small laugh, it just feeling.. wrong. Hollow. As if it wasn't his own. Taking a couple steps closer, 007n7 reached up to Telamons face.
Squishing his face a little in the claws. The black dahlia barely hanging on in the fur.
"What's the maaatter? Is the songbird afraid of the consequences of his littlee.. co-operation? I can tell you're afraid, Telamon."
Telamon tenses up as 007n7 gets closer, breath hitching as soon as the bug so much as brushes his face. His smile is strained, small, and he doesn't dare to move.
This could be easy. The Illumina's weight is pressed into his side and its glittering 'voice', if it could be called that, seeps into his thoughts, questioning. He could just. Tear his bug apart, give the Spectre a warning that whatever dues he came to collect were null and void.
And yet he just. Can't. Where was that old confidence? It could be so easy. He'd done it before. He'd done it before, and that made him sick to think about. And he couldn't place why.
"Cat got your tongue, buddy? Or well, Bug got your tongue?"
While letting go again, 007n7 gave Telamon a quick bap on the nose. Afterwards, his hand just stayed out. As if awaiting something.
"You know what I'm here for, do you not? We can do this the easy or the hard way, dear."
Telamon reels back, wings flaring out before tucking close, a strained chuckle forcing its way through his teeth.
"Ahahaha. If you know what you're here for, then you must be well aware that Telamon can't just hand them to you."
He manages to get himself to move again, slowly backing up, trying to get a bit of distance back, ignoring the pet name that he kind of sort of wished was actually his bug talking, but it definitely wasn't.
"You could take them off on your own. You know that if I were to do it, it'd hurt more."
The antennae atop his head seemed almost stationary as he conked his head to the side.
"I'm giving you three seconds to decide. Because I'm generous."
His feathers puff out, and he turns tail, wings opening in a flourish as he begins scrambling to take off, get away, use his three seconds to the fullest for his escape-
-but, really, it was hopeless. He sealed his fate- whether it was sealed the second he made that deal or the second he begun hesitating to attack 007n7, it didn’t matter, because he sealed it nonetheless.
As a god, he is, of course, fast. But he is not fast enough to escape.
As soon as Telamon took off, 007n7 let out a sigh. Mumbling something under his breath before lunging forward and grabbing onto the other. Dragging it down onto the ground with him.
The bug clicked the claws together, letting them make small clanking noises.
"Hard way it is, I suppose."
Telamon hisses, wriggling and flapping his wings frantically, trying to flip onto his back- why did it have to be so damn difficult to just stab his bug and be done with it, this could have been so easy, and yet he didn’t because he’s stupid and he’d feel bad for doing that to 007n7 again despite the fact that anyone, anyone else, he could’ve done it! No problem!
He was going soft! At the worst possible time! For the worst possible person!
“TELAMON WOULD PREFER NO WAY AT ALL.”
"It's just gonna hurt more if you struggle."
BLOOD AND GORE TRIGGER WARNING !!!
Telamon shrieks, for far longer than any mortal lungs could hold out for. His wings, his wings, and he won't die, he can't die, not until everybody forgets his name, until the swords find new wielders and don't need him anymore-
He won't die. But it's agonizing. He struggles until he can't, then hides his face in his hands as he shrieks, headwings tucked under them in some pathetic attempt to make sure he doesn't lose those, too.
THERE. TH. THE WARNINGS ARE STILL HERE. PLEASE WAVES ARMS AROUND.
Digging the bones out from the flesh, 007n7 dragged the wings out with a popping noise. Watching the blood drip down onto Telamon below.
Even so, that hunger just seems to stay. Even in a situation like this it just stays there. And so, the bug licks the blood off of his claws for a second, before staring at the other.
"Consequences of your actions, Telamon."
Slowly, 007n7 takes his leave. A faint "..'msorry" could be heard. Or was that just the wind?
The wind never has anything better to talk about, does it?
