i should have made it more specific i suppose
in my opinion all timelines are horrid
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I see.
Well, that's less fun.
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i should have made it more specific i suppose
in my opinion all timelines are horrid
dot
I see.
Well, that's less fun.
love to but it kind of hard to move or get a job if you a jade blood that dosn’t want to be a care giver or a doctor
Bleh, caste-specific jobs.
Those are so boring when you're expected to actually do them.
Oh, yeah. The wings'll disappear in 24 hours. Oh, there's someone else I need to warn about time limits, too.
Alright.
Well, cream cheese is creamy! And I was told by a source that I trust entirely, especially in the field of cooking, that it would melt well. It didn't melt well.
Don't trust that source.
Captain, someone is sending nice poetry to Eridan. Poetry that says he's perfection, and all kinda of sweet, nice things. You're lacking in such poetry. Have you considered the possibility that you're a nerd, Captain, and that's why nobody loves you enough to send you poetry?
Firstly I don’t care too much for poetry or declarations of romance unless it comes from a select few sources. Which I have.
And not particularly because I’m not a nerd. Are you really so bored as to try and make Eridan swoon and then try and make me feel bad about it? There’s so much more productive ways to spend time.
Magical Anon! Now YOU have wings, too! They're yellow, and following the duplicity theme you have, you have two sets of them.
O…kay?
[>And as predicted a double set of wings appears on your back. Thin bee wings because who expects differently from a Captor. Even though you can already fly, there’s not much of a use aside from looking impressive. (which is an entirely valid use, wings are hot as fuck). (And somewhat annoying when they’re in the way.) ]
Is there any time limit for this?
Don't melt cream cheese into chocolate, if you ever decide to melt chocolate for any reason.
You melt chocolate because it makes a nice coating on things as a dessert, obviously, and what possible asinine thought process made you think sticking cream cheese into melted chocolate was a good plan?
l cant
l have work
The obvious solution is work that allows you to move.
You hear the doorknob twist seconds before Captain bursts into the room, and immediately pauses right after to take everything in. His entrance startles you and you drop your husktop, but it lands safely on your shrub covered mattress.
"I’m sorry— I didn’t do anything!"
The wings, graciously granted to you by a sympathetic anon, seem to have a mind of their own, and they act according to your feelings. They fly you back into a corner at the top of the room, and your claws grab at the dips in the wooden boards on the ceiling, where vines spread across the room without hesitation.
"I tried to get it to stop, but I can’t.”
Okay, you know, that was pretty odd. The kid's got wings and one hell of a green thumb going on here. You inhale deeply and scrub a hand over your face. "Eridan. Calm down." The only reason you are not flipping all of your shit entirely is because you were informed that it's not going to permanently damage anything. But that's a good thing, and right now you've just got to worry about controlling the spread of the vines. They're even on his face, for Christ's sake.
"I'm not going to kill you." Or otherwise maim. Yet.
"Just calm down and explain yourself."
snowing like the last place of hell or something
it like someone pissed off a snow god and we getting the bad end of it
Ew, snow. Snow is terrible.
Why don't you go someplace less shitty?
horrid just like any from any timeline ever
Not all timelines are horrid.
Or at least, depending on the perspective you're giving them.
As soon as there is even the vaguest chance your ship may be in danger, you drop everything from the discussion you were having and fucking sprint back to the dock.
No. No one harms your ship. N o o n e . It hardly takes you ten minutes to get the the dock and... nothing seems on fire? Good, you really won't have to murder Eridan. That doesn't absolve you of all worry, and it takes you about three seconds to get on deck. All the guards you'd left apparently ditched, likely because they didn't want to get blamed for anything. You open the door to your quarters and are greeted by
plant.
Despite anons, that was not quite what you were expecting.
"Eridan Ampora, what the flying fuck did you do?"
Oh, wow. That's a big fire. Didn't know ships burned so well.
I'm at my ship, greyling.
She is not on fire.
But if you;re keen on fire, I can always do you a favour and set you aflame.
No shit?
Like where?
Alternian Capitol, here, wherever I end up, mostly.
no issue
how do you do
Could likely be worse. Yourself?
So, could you say you're a.... Helmsman?
True Helmsmen are outdated, and the term is reserved for psionic captains of interstellar ships, which I am not.
So no, you could not say I was a Helmsman.
its fine all fine no damage take your time
I am not taking my time.