> The first thing you notice is the blissful quiet.
> You’re sure the voice is still there but you can’t hear it anymore.
> You don’t even bother to check your skin or anything, just falling back asleep with a sigh of relief.
(End of Tyrian M!A)

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> The first thing you notice is the blissful quiet.
> You’re sure the voice is still there but you can’t hear it anymore.
> You don’t even bother to check your skin or anything, just falling back asleep with a sigh of relief.
(End of Tyrian M!A)
>You keep finding yourself on the beach, wrapped in a cloak.
>You know you shouldn’t go down there, but the siren song begs otherwise.
> You’re standing on the balcony, staring out at the ocean.
> You don’t quite notice how the banister starts to crack and buckle in your grip.
It Is So Loud.
She Just Wants Companionship.
Make It Stop
Make It Stop
MakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStop
The Singing Does Not Stop.
She Knows.
Please... I Need To Drown It Out.
M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery
The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.
There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.
“MOTHERFUCKER”
> You hear a yell, and you know that voice; you get paint on the wrong part of the wall when you throw down your palette and run to your moirail.
“PALEST?”
> You stop and your hair fans out at the rudeness of your stopping.
“What.”
> She’s pink????
“What Indeed”
>You bite back, before taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment to calm down. And even the breath feels different. At least this time you’ve got experience enough to try and ignore the song.
“I Believe It Was Magic From That Blue Site. My Apologies If I Scared You.”
>You haven’t even had the chance to visit your moirail since you got back from your unexpected trip and this happens.
> You settle back, letting her sort herself out, before you wordlessly open your arms to offer her a hug. This was surely a lot to handle on top of being only just back.
“Thought harmed were. To see your own self Gladdened am,” you tell her.
>You take the hug. You very much take the hug. You need it. You just got back and this happened and timing.
“My Apologies, I Did Not Intend Such. It Was Simply.” You take a deep breath again, wincing at the way your fins flap. “I Intended To Be An Hour At Most. And Now This.”
“TIME TO YOUR OWN SELF CRUEL EVER SEEMS,” You admit, holding her close. It’s strange to have her feel so cold against you, but messiahs both, not as weird as it ought to be. “ANONS, too.”
> You settle back, still hugging, but better able to see her sharp toothed, freckled face. “ADVENTURES YOURS TO HEAR WOULD LOVE.”
“It Seems Space And Time Either Get Along Wonderfully Or Not At All” Strang, to be so aware of how dry it is. At least this won’t be permanant. It had better not be. You’re not dealing with that kettle of fish.
You pull into a rueful grin at the not-quite-question, settling in for a story. “Why Is It That Summoners Never Plan For What Happens After?” It’s as good a beginning as any.
M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery
The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.
There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.
“MOTHERFUCKER”
> You hear a yell, and you know that voice; you get paint on the wrong part of the wall when you throw down your palette and run to your moirail.
“PALEST?”
> You stop and your hair fans out at the rudeness of your stopping.
“What.”
> She’s pink????
“What Indeed”
>You bite back, before taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment to calm down. And even the breath feels different. At least this time you’ve got experience enough to try and ignore the song.
“I Believe It Was Magic From That Blue Site. My Apologies If I Scared You.”
>You haven’t even had the chance to visit your moirail since you got back from your unexpected trip and this happens.
> You settle back, letting her sort herself out, before you wordlessly open your arms to offer her a hug. This was surely a lot to handle on top of being only just back.
“Thought harmed were. To see your own self Gladdened am,” you tell her.
>You take the hug. You very much take the hug. You need it. You just got back and this happened and timing.
“My Apologies, I Did Not Intend Such. It Was Simply.” You take a deep breath again, wincing at the way your fins flap. “I Intended To Be An Hour At Most. And Now This.”
M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery
The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.
There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.
“MOTHERFUCKER”
> You hear a yell, and you know that voice; you get paint on the wrong part of the wall when you throw down your palette and run to your moirail.
“PALEST?”
> You stop and your hair fans out at the rudeness of your stopping.
“What.”
> She’s pink????
“What Indeed”
>You bite back, before taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment to calm down. And even the breath feels different. At least this time you’ve got experience enough to try and ignore the song.
“I Believe It Was Magic From That Blue Site. My Apologies If I Scared You.”
>You haven’t even had the chance to visit your moirail since you got back from your unexpected trip and this happens.
M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery
The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.
There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.
“MOTHERFUCKER”
amusedmuralist:
8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][
Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.
IT TOOK UNTIL DAYBREAK BUT T][E FIRE ITH OUT AND I AM KEEN
So… That Was Supposed To Be A Short Trip To Get More Materials.
I Got… Distracted.
I’ll thay. I jutht got yellow again 8D
Rebellion??
You Just Got What Now?
Yes.. It Was A Summoner. It Worked, But They Hadn’t Thought Of What To Do After The Rebellion.
But What Do You Mean You Just Got Yellow Again??
Anonth made my body pink
It thucked GLOBETH
... Anons Really Are Strange Creatures. It Is As If Their Only Existence Is To Cause Suffering.
amusedmuralist:
8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][
Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.
IT TOOK UNTIL DAYBREAK BUT T][E FIRE ITH OUT AND I AM KEEN
So… That Was Supposed To Be A Short Trip To Get More Materials.
I Got… Distracted.
I’ll thay. I jutht got yellow again 8D
Rebellion??
You Just Got What Now?
Yes.. It Was A Summoner. It Worked, But They Hadn’t Thought Of What To Do After The Rebellion.
But What Do You Mean You Just Got Yellow Again??
amusedmuralist:
8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][
Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.
IT TOOK UNTIL DAYBREAK BUT T][E FIRE ITH OUT AND I AM KEEN
So… That Was Supposed To Be A Short Trip To Get More Materials.
I Got… Distracted.
I’ll thay. I jutht got yellow again 8D
Rebellion??
You Just Got What Now?
Yes.. It Was A Summoner. It Worked, But They Hadn’t Thought Of What To Do After The Rebellion.
amusedmuralist:
8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][
Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.
IT TOOK UNTIL DAYBREAK BUT T][E FIRE ITH OUT AND I AM KEEN
So... That Was Supposed To Be A Short Trip To Get More Materials.
I Got... Distracted.
amusedmuralist:
8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][
Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.
amusedmuralist:
you’re t][e firtht perthon to accuthe me of good tathte two not be wearing my thpandex onethie accthidentally
Why…. No, I Am Not Continuing That Line Of Questioning.
You Couldn’t Wear Any Of The Clothes I Have Given You? You Do Not Have The Worst Taste, But… Sometimes I Wonder.
I Was Going To Try And Make A Lemon Tart…
i don’t thee colourth great
it wath a thpur of t][e moment t][ing. it’th a good texture? but it’th altho thomet][ing TH)(E liked.
i’ll get it under control, S/M. thorry
My Apologies, I Forget That.
Perhaps One Night I Will Work Out How You See Colours And Make Some Clothing That Looks The Same To You As It Does To Everyone Else.
It Is Fine, More Amusing Than Anything Else. There Will Be Other Lemon Trees, There Is Only One You.
Would You Like Me To Make SOmething For You In Spandex At Some Stage?
t][at’th okay! it’th not a t][ing t][at cometh up much.
8O t][at ith a t][ing you can do?? ?? ??
pleathe??
Of Course. While It Is Not The Easiest Material To Work With, How Long Have I Been Making Clothes?
I Will Need To Get Your Measurements Again, And Why Don’t We Work On A Design Together?
amusedmuralist:
you’re t][e firtht perthon to accuthe me of good tathte two not be wearing my thpandex onethie accthidentally
Why…. No, I Am Not Continuing That Line Of Questioning.
You Couldn’t Wear Any Of The Clothes I Have Given You? You Do Not Have The Worst Taste, But… Sometimes I Wonder.
I Was Going To Try And Make A Lemon Tart…
i don’t thee colourth great
it wath a thpur of t][e moment t][ing. it’th a good texture? but it’th altho thomet][ing TH)(E liked.
i’ll get it under control, S/M. thorry
My Apologies, I Forget That.
Perhaps One Night I Will Work Out How You See Colours And Make Some Clothing That Looks The Same To You As It Does To Everyone Else.
It Is Fine, More Amusing Than Anything Else. There Will Be Other Lemon Trees, There Is Only One You.
Would You Like Me To Make SOmething For You In Spandex At Some Stage?