tcf au where cale is still transmigrated but og cale is constantly haunting cale as a ghost and is having a little too much fun with it.
og cale: ooooooo you fucked up~
cale: (this little. tsk) i know what im doing, you damn bastard
and then cale self sacrifices out of spite. as og cale is yapping and screaming in his ear
SuperRock: Are you going to-
Og!Cale, hissing like a snake: if you fucking ask him again if he's gonna sacrifice himself I'm going to tear out your god-damned neck with my fucking teeth. That was MY fucking body body that he's putting through the grinder!
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Cale: hm. I could let the others fight, and maybe get hurt.
Og! Cale: sounds like a plan.
Cale:... Or. I could fight the enemy myself, risking a coma or possibly dying...
Og!Cale: NO
Cale:... Yeah that sounds better. I'll go with that.
Og!Cale: HOE?!?
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Cale, picking up another ancient power: oh cool
Og!Cale: yeah maybe slow down with this collector bullshit, I didn't think it was possible with a metaphysical, non-tangible place like your mind, but it's getting CROWDED here. This HAS to be an OSHA violation.
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Cale, who due to Ron having a day off had to dress himself, followed Og!Cale's advice and is now on the cuntiest outfit ever: why is this noble looking at me red faced? And why do Choi Han, Alberu and Eruhaben-nim look so murderous? What did I do?
Og!Cale, twirling a mental glass of wine: dunno. Maybe try smiling at this noble. Oh and let them kiss your hand in greeting. That surely will make everyone else happy.
The Glutton, whispering: WHY are you telling him that? He's gonna get this noble accidentally killed.
Og!Cale, taking a sip: I'm bored.
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Og!Cale: please. A little jog. Maybe a few burpees. ONE push up. ANYTHING.
Cale, couch -potatoing the second he has a free afternoon: nah
Og!Cale: my muscles! My poor, sexy muscles!




















