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au where Claus lives so they all go out to lunch.

#picture gallery #lucas #kumatora #claus #boney #duster #{this is exactly how the game went and you CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE AND THAT IS THIS BLOG'S AU}

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so can we discuss how in the clean “original sound quality” edition of Mother 3’s “Battle against the masked man” THERE’S THIS WHOLE PART OF THE SONG WITH A DISTORTED RIFF FROM EIGHT MELODIES THAT I NEVER NOTICED BEFORE? cries, keeps crying, damnit mother 3

#electric guiltar #duster reblogs

{[wary wave] i’m gonna try to come back here a little more often, i’m kind of scared right now as a warning but i also miss rping duster and i miss you all so ayy what’s up}

#{i'm aware that i owe two people but i also don't know if you guys want like 4 month old things to be continued or nOT..........}#{so i'll shoot out a few messages later idk if i feel up to posting right NOW but i will make an attempt soon}#{and feel free to shoot me a message if you want a starter/rp/whatever and we can talk about it perhaps???}#who turned off the amp?

{i'm sorry. i'm really, really sorry for being so absent and inactive as of late.}

{things have just been going really, really poorly on my end. just, between school and dealing with the death of a pet and learning how to drive and going back and forth between feeling emotionally stable and not at all emotionally stable, things have just been... kind of rough, and this blog has just kind of fallen to the wayside as a result.}

{my goal is to come back and get things rolling again soon, but i might just wait for spring break to come around in two weeks and start activity up again then.}

{i'm really, really sorry again for saying i'll come back to do replies and then never doing so. i just haven't been feeling up to it for a while.}

#who turned off the amp?#{i'm really sorry again guys. hopefully things will improve and start to look up soon.}

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"I didn’t need anything from you to begin with."

This had only been a kind gesture, strange as that sounded coming from Ray. People were slowly beginning to have an affect on him. Months upon months of dealing with certain people, three in particular, were taking their toll. Kindness, and consideration was slowly becoming a more prominent quality. A quality he should have probably had to begin with, if he was being honest.

Now he smirked, rather widely. “I’ve already got a friend who deals in bombs. If I wanted any, I’ve got more stable a source. You probably need them, for once reason or another.” Out of his scarf, came a box. Ray couldn’t help it feeling appropriate to give someone with an obvious lack of self confidence a gift. A showing that someone from another world cared enough to think about him.

Said box was now held out for the human to take. Inside was a gift he felt had use for anyone. A fancy bracelet. Even if Duster was not the jewelry wearing type, he could still look at it and remember someone had cared enough to get it for him. Such multifunctional of a gift felt perfect, which was why he had chosen it. “What you do with it is up to you. Just remember every time you look at it that someone has confidence in you, even when you don’t have it in yourself.”

dustingdeference-blog

He... what?

Duster found that hard to believe, but he fought to shove down the suspicion that had arisen (the unfamiliarity was a double-edged sword; on one hand, the other didn't know him, so how could he want anything from him, but on the other hand, the other didn't know him, and thus had no reason to be kind like this). Still, he couldn't help but break eye contact out of embarrassment at the mention of the bombs; he... certainly had been obvious, huh?

(But this was his tools cache, out in Murasaki Forest. He hadn't set the place up to look nice or orderly, he'd set it up so he could keep his surplus tools somewhere without getting into trouble for it. At this point, Duster thought that it being obvious was probably forgivable. Probably. Ray didn't seem to care, so... he assumed it wasn't a big deal, for now.)

Carefully, the thief took the box that had been held out to him, and for a few moments, simply held it. This didn't make sense, this just didn't make sense... they were strangers! This didn't fit within the realm of normal as he knew it! (Thank the gods he lacked the disposition necessary to be weepy over small gestures like this; instead, all he could do for a moment was stand there and stare for a few moments, unsure as to how to respond.)

(This seemed to be happening a lot.)

His eyes did widen visibly, however, at the bracelet inside. Such jewelry wasn't exactly what one would deem common in the Nowhere Islands (of course people made adornments from wood and bone and glass, at least in Tazmily, and more 'modern' jewelry from actual gemstones showed up in the larger towns that sprung up under Porky's influence, but nonetheless, those had been, like most everything else there at the time, exceptionally pricey, and thus not worth acquiring), so to see something like that resting in a box so casually...

It was definitely going to be hard to forget something like this, that was for sure.

"...thank you," was all he could think to say. He wasn't sure he sounded very thankful -- though he was! He truly was! -- and he had no clue how, exactly, to respond to this. Then again, this was also likely balanced by the fact that the man was now smiling, even if he did still look absolutely bewildered. "I don't-- I really don't know what to say, but... again-- thank you."

He figured the least he could do was at least say as much to Ray.

(And it looked like it was time to start taking up wearing bracelets again. Gods knew he was going to need to remind himself of this whole 'confidence' thing nigh constantly.)

#agiftedglider #{IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT OMG......}#{im still not doing much better omfg just. yeah ill do things. rps duster on ffxiv instead. im responsible}#{then again i at least. chose a convenient place to get distracted laughs this can count as like an end post thingy if u want IDK SH RU GS N #ERVOUSLY}

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| Time to strike up the band!

psilovecybin

Oh, don’t I? Claus immediately pounced upon that bold declaration with the paws of a predator, claws unsheathed while his smile only grew wider, reaching quite past his eyes; at this point, the Cheshire Cat would have done well to learn from him.

Duster, Duster, Duster. A tone of almost condescending smugness, the gleam of satisfied victory from being presented such a gaping wound to bite upon. I’m in your mind. I know every single memory you’ve ever had, every wistful nighttime dream of a loving family and every tear you’ve shed into your pillow in the basement after a particularly relentless session. If I ‘don’t know what I’m talking about’, then you’re sorely in need of another fiddle with the Egg of Light.

I can hear what you’re thinking right now, even. What, didja think I was just good with reading people or something?

You thought there might have been something in that dead end. That’s not the same as a hidden door! But, you know. Maybe you’re right and you should have remembered Wess telling you to use that dance whenever you were stuck! You definitely should have kept all your childhood memories in crystal clarity! How dare you do otherwise, wow.

You react nervously whenever you’re forced to talked to your daddy. You get startled by loud noises, you mentally take a trip to Time Out Town the minute any yelling starts up. But clearly that has no correlation to anything you might have experienced as a kid! Not at all, none of that is interconnected in any way, shape nor form evidently!

Yeah, nah!! You’re not scared of Wess at all. Everyone is nervous of their father, it’s perfectly natural. Just like Lucas was of Flint, you know? Haha! I mean, didn’t you see how hesitant and twitchy the blondie was when he ran to his dad’s side upon seeing him there?

Exactly like you did when Wess approached you on the 100th floor of that Empire Porky Building!!

His own stare going half-lidded as he stared back at his host in return, Claus regarded Duster in blessed silence for a few seconds before he started laughing.

It was exactly the sort one might have expected from a little boy like how he appeared to be - joyful, pealing and high and childish with glee. It sounded like someone whom had been told a grand joke, without a trace of malicious sadism in it. Perfectly normal.

Well, Dustie! Consider yourself just that fucked up beyond reason! He giggled mirthfully, wiping away an imaginary tear. Instead of suffering and insults, your hallucinations are giving you therapy sessions and acting nice. Hey, even your actual personal hallucination was loving towards you, wasn’t he? Not that I don’t already know that!

Maybe if you hang around Wess some more, you’ll just straight out become one of us. Now wouldn’t that be fun? I bet the old thief would be so proud of his son for entirely departing reality. That’s what you want, right? His approval?

I’m sure he definitely would have given you that had you gone to him with that Hummingbird Egg. Doubtlessly, he wouldn’t have complained about you ‘taking too slow’ or something along those lines. I mean, he’s just trying to help you, am I right? Just training you, like you said, for when destiny called. And now that it has, now that it’s hung up the phone, things should be way better for you now.

In fact, why don’t you go visit him right now? Go on; go ahead. I won’t call it running away if you don’t.

Not that it really would have counted in either fashion; really, there was not a snowball’s chance in hell Claus would have banked out on following Duster to watch him painfully interact with his only family member. The doubtless emotional turmoil from that would have been enough to satisfy him for weeks— or at the very least, it would be fun to watch for a while.

There was plenty of entertainment to be had from the brunet before him, that was for certain.

dustingdeference-blog

Gods, what kind of weakness had he inadvertently displayed?

Of course he couldn't have expected the hallucination to just be good at reading people. (What kind of hallucination would have social skills, anyway?) He knew he should have kept his mind blank; think nothing do nothing say nothing. But it was too late now, it was far too late.

He couldn't make eye contact anymore. Discomfort with the situation in general was already plenty reason to avoid doing so, but coupled with the facial expression that should not have been able to exist... why was this happening, why did this have to happen now? No, stop, stop thinking about it, you moron!

'If I ‘don’t know what I’m talking about’, then you’re sorely in need of another fiddle with the Egg of Light.'

All Duster could bring himself to do was give a bitter bark of a laugh; and what good would the Egg of Light do? So far as he could tell, the egg did as it pleased! If he was lucky, he might have just lost his memory completely again, and if Duster were to be completely honest, he had a feeling he wouldn't be lucky enough to undergo the same magic-induced bliss that accompanied memory loss twice.

(Though the experience hadn't been the dictionary definition of 'blissful', in retrospect life had been much, much better for him than it had ever been up until that point. Close enough to perfect, some version of ecstasy in his book.)

But he should have known. Everything else -- lashing out, pinning people down, knowing how to disarm and gain the advantage as soon as possible, parrying -- had been drilled into him to the point that it was as natural as breathing! Why not that stupid dance? He should have known the spittoon wasn't what his father wanted out of that castle, it had been so obvious, hadn't it? Even if it fit that vague description given to him, important looking, shiny... he just should have known!

Why would it have been so easy? Nothing was ever easy with Wess. It was lying out in the open, for gods' sakes!

With the mention of how clearly it was normal for everyone to be afraid of their father (and Lucas, and how he had quickly dashed to Flint's side later on, and Duster remembered this; there had been no hesitation whatsoever), he couldn't even stare at the mailbox. He'd lowered his gaze to his hands now.

It was true that he'd kept his distance from Wess. Was that wrong? Was it?!

No no no calm calm calm he can read your mind he is from your mind shut up shut up shut up stop stop stop! Whatever happened to being able to suppress your emotional responses--

You've spent too much time away from home. You've gotten too soft.

He tensed with the laughter, freezing up and glancing back up at the boy again. 'Consider yourself fucked up beyond reason.' He didn't-- he wasn't-- he was, wasn't he. How could he not have been? It wasn't normal to shut down it wasn't normal to hope to shut down emotionally it wasn't normal to hope for it to be permanent!

But gods, what he'd give for that...

Though Duster wasn't sure what was more disturbing: the idea of legitimately becoming little more than a hallucination himself, or the fact that he wasn't exactly bothered by the prospect. (he didn't want to be around Wess he didn't he didn't but he so badly wanted validation something concrete something that told him he didn't invariably screw up everything he touched) But really, would becoming a figment of someone's hallucination really be a bad thing--?

Yes, he told himself, but he wasn't sure if he bought it.

"He-- he probably--!" This time Duster was quick to try defending his father. But would Wess really have...? ("Oh. That was faster than I expected." He remembered that vividly. He still remembered his heart beat jumping, faltering, hoping that had been a good thing. But had he been expected to fail? Had he been expected to be inadequate? ...of course. Why would he have thought any differently? Why would he ever do anything right when there was always room for improvement?) "...never mind."

It's not like approval lasted very long, anyway. One success wasn't the same as having an one hundred percent success rate.

"I'm not going." That had to be the first thing he'd said with utmost confidence this evening; his gaze turned into something more sharp, and he squared his shoulders. Maybe it was running away, but... "I don't think he'd care to see me, anyway."

No doubt he would have been chewed out for not being more useful to the group.

"Why are you so interested?"

He needed to get the other out, somehow.

#psilovecybin #{FIVE YEARS LATER.............}

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Fuel bounced in spot a few times. Duster was asking about his projects! Personal ones! Fuel was very proud of himself, and his abilities. He’d been working hard and learning a lot from his father. Fuel tried to calm down a little. Duster needed encouragement. Maybe a smile? Fuel gave him a smile he hoped got the message across. You’re doing fine, Duster. Breathe.

"I’m actually working on a pond! You see, I have a pet Dogfish- Don’t worry, he’s tame and actually really friendly, he doesn’t attack anymore. Unless of course you attack me. Anyway, I built a pool, Fish wouldn’t leave, I eventually tamed him, and now I’m working on giving him a really good place to be!"

Maybe he should explain to Duster why he was taking care of the Dogfish and how it was he knew how to take care of said Dogfish.

"Fish refused to leave the pool no matter what I did. Guess he liked it since it’s saltwater. Taking care of him has been trial and error but it’s pretty easy to tell when he’s not feeling well. His fins clamp in and his ears droop. He’s also pretty smart so he tells you when he’s not feeling well and kinda gets at what he wants."

He hoped that wasn’t too much information. Fuel also hoped Duster wasn’t freaked out by Fish. Fish was one of Fuel’s best friends, after all…

Fuel grinned. “Sorry, I was rambling! You should really meet Fish.” Fuel no, Fuel stop. “He’d really like you!” Guess it was happening. Fuel laughed, albeit a little nervously. How was he going to respond to Fish? “He’d probably get slobber all over you.”

He really hoped this wasn’t too much. He knew Dogfish tended to be aggressive and pretty vicious- though Fuel didn’t really think it was their fault. They were made that way- and against their will. Fuel knew also that Duster had probably had one or two negative run ins with Dogfish- one or two at the very least.

"Fish’s uh- Really really friendly. He loves to play, especially in the pool!"

Okay, Fuel. Stop. Stop talking about it.

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No, Fuel, keep going, absolutely keep going. It's a distraction and something else to focus on.

(The slight encouragement was helping Duster a little bit, even if he hated the fact that it meant that yes, his nerves were definitely showing. Breathe in, long exhale. He had plenty of time to reboot his systems now that he'd gotten Fuel started on something.)

(Kind of, anyway.)

Duster had to admit, the concept of a tamed dogfish did put him ill at ease, however. Even as he reminded himself that chimeras had been sold as pets and there was no real secret about it... well, he'd not known if they had still been aggressive or not. Considering the Pigmasks... either some of the chimeras actually did end up friendly, and were thus promptly rejected, or there were a few very undeniably dead owners within a few short hours after purchase.

...waaaaait, wait wait wait, there'd been a few in New Pork City that had been perfectly tame. He explicitly remembered being ready to fight, only to have an ostrelephant and a dogfish instead prove to be perfectly friendly. Maybe the concept wasn't so outlandish, then?

His eyebrows furrowed as he closely looked Fuel over.

Not that there was... really much to look for in the boy. Any sign of injuries, mostly, which... well, he couldn't see anything that would have been serious. Besides, if Fuel had made a bad decision, he would have been long dead by now, and they definitely wouldn't have been having this conversation (unless he'd become a ghost reminiscent of those in Osohe Castle, or a zombie, but, uh... well, it'd sure be more obvious if that were the case), not to mention that Fuel didn't sound like he was making any of this up, on top of not having a reputation for being a liar anyway.

And. Again. Fuel wasn't dead. So he had to be doing something right.

...he'd zoned out, hadn't he. (Act calm, tune back in, pretend it hadn't happened. He could manage that much, at least.)

Duster had to admit, though: he couldn't shake the feeling that meeting Fish wouldn't go very well. (Though he could tamp this down with a few solid pieces of evidence that said hey, maybe this wouldn't go poorly! Which was convenient for both of them, really.) The ones that leapt out of the water with little to no provocation-- no. No. Stop, stop stop stop.

...right. Responding. He needed to actually respond, huh?

(The things he would give for better social skills. But now wasn't the time for that.)

Wait. Did Fuel even want him to meet Fish? Was that overly presumptuous of him? But he'd also literally just said that he... should... and he'd kind of already started to mentally prepare himself, so... (on one hand, Duster was sure he'd managed to keep himself from looking irritated with himself, but on the other hand, well.)

"I wouldn't mind meeting him at some point," he finally decided was the safest thing to say; besides, he wasn't lying! Even if he still had a few qualms. And it would have likely been a letdown for him to say no, and... in a quieter voice, he instinctively tacked on, "If that's, not a problem, of course."

"...how did you end up taming him, actually?" ...Fuel hadn't already detailed that, had he?

#toofuelforcool #{its okay!!!! sorry for the wait on my end as well though}#{i've just been. reaaaally sick and it's only recently that i've been feeling okay enough to dO ANYTHING}#{SO I. DO HOPE THIS IS OKAY...}

"...I'm not allowed to bring my bombs backstage anymore."

#I don't. I don't really think I was allowed to in the first place but if I was before I'm certainly not now.#But it's not like I blew a hole in the ceiling again... or in the floor... or in anything else important...#Well... okay maybe the roof...#duster speaks #{he lllo i still dont feel totally well but im not trembling and throwing up every half hour so ayyy}

agiftedglider replied to your post:TWIRLS THROUGH THE DOOR WHILE IT'S OPEN because...

"Because I wanted to, that’s why. I need no other reason for my actions."

"...fair enough."

That had been a really stupid question. Besides, what he should have really been asking was a question which no smart person would answer; still, he knew so little about Ray and what he wanted from him. This time, he kept his face fairly straight; he instead ran a few fingers through his hair.

Well... how was he supposed to go about this?

Play it safe, he supposed. What else could he do?

So he ducked his head. "...thank you." Maybe it was too early to say it, and who knew the intention behind this, but at this point, it was the polite thing to do, right? Then his expression shifted into something a little closer to his usual level of mild anxiety as he added hesitantly, "I... hope you realize I didn't... exactly... prepare, so..."

'So if you want something from me, I'm going to have to tell you that you're probably not getting anything, unless surplus bombs is your cup of tea.'

He couldn't help but feel at least a little curious, though. He couldn't even begin to guess what the squirrel would have even gotten for a stranger like him, of all people. Even if it was some sort of trick, there was still far too little information to go off of, wasn't there?

This was definitely a weird situation, to say the least.

"May I ask?" Aaand instantly winced. Weird, abrupt, not right. But he didn't know how else to ask.

(He gave up. Social skills were weird and hard to obtain. He'd almost rather look completely and utterly useless in a conversation over making a genuine attempt and screwing up each time.)

#agiftedglider #{hello and welcome to 'duster is ruining everything by being nervous' omfg}

TWIRLS THROUGH THE DOOR WHILE IT'S OPEN because that's better than breaking through a window. "I got you a thing." B)

Well, Ray, you caught Duster just in time. And this time, the bassist didn’t lash out; he would admit that he tensed, yes, but still, that was a world of improvement compared to how their last encounter had gone.

"Uh—!" He certainly hadn’t expected this. (He did have to fight the urge to feel a little wrong, though; he couldn’t have expected to prepare for the squirrel to come by, after all…) He still was rather tense and was watching the other carefully, however, though it was more out of habit this time. "Wait, why?"

Duster, it’s— it’s— oh, never mind, he hardly knew about Christmas anyway, aside from the fact that from his experience, it generally involved getting tangled up in multicoloured lights among other things, seeing as the holiday was only brought forward from the past three years ago. We’ll give him a free pass here.

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