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HEY. BEAST. FIGHT ME.

“YEAH ME TOO.”

What will you do when we find another star? What's your plan of action?

Oz paces around the lab, thinking. “Well. I wanna get a look at it. I mean, if it’s literally a star, it’s something from space, do you know how rare that is?! And then--” He huffs, slouching into a desk chair. “I’d want to do some sort of controlled experiment with it, but naturally no one would let me. They’re all in some sort of power struggle. Not even interested in how it works.”

Osgood glowers, pulling his gun out of the holster on his belt and fiddling with it. “That’s the trouble with all these people. It’s just ‘oh a supposedly powerful magical object? let’s just absorb it into our body.’ No one stops to say, hey, maybe we should see if this is dangerous or not. What it is. What it does.

“Not to mention ‘the Beast’. Would love to talk to them, see what the origin of their powers are, just- Anything! Or that research that library talked about, I’d love to read that.”

Are you prepared for what comes after?

Oz looks confused. “After what? After all this mess with the Beast?” He shrugs. “I mean, it wasn’t my family that just got murdered, so there’s not much ‘after’ I have to deal with. What do you mean?”

*squaring up to Oz in all their 4’10 glory* you may have a gun, but i have... Friendship. *clinging to oz with tears in their eyes like some sort of anime*

Oz hugs Kiki back. “Aw, thanks!”

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My OC got a gun, just in time for the antagonist to show up. (Audio from [X])

So... How's everything been recently, Os?

Oz is covered in gunpowder, but looks very excited, waving around a metal object. “Great!” He stops, smile faltering. “W-Well, I mean, it’s not. But I- I mean, I did it, I made something really cool. And it probably won’t blow up in my face.” He chuckles. “Got a problem with a ‘magical’ being? This thing’ll put a hole in that theory. And in them.”

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Always distracting yourself, ignoring the bigger issues. Can you fix what will be broken soon?

Head hung over his work, his voice is quiet but firm. “There’s nothing to fix. Everything is fine.”

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If everything is fine, then why are people hurting? Why is there pain if there is nothing wrong?

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There’s a clatter as a metal instrument clatters onto the table. Oz throws his hands in the air. “I don’t know!! I don’t know. But these aren’t necessarily my problems. I barely know these people, even though I want to, and I don’t need to get involved in their personal affairs.” He swipes his arm across the workspace, clearing the redstone and thin metal and replacing them with containers of gunpowder and a bulky metal object. “I have my own problems to prepare for.”

Always distracting yourself, ignoring the bigger issues. Can you fix what will be broken soon?

Head hung over his work, his voice is quiet but firm. “There’s nothing to fix. Everything is fine.”

You distract yourself from emotions, Osgood. Your hatred is misplaced. You must learn what is true and what is not.

The voice is ignored, drowned out by the sound of metal welding together and grinding machinery. But there’s a frown on his face.

Osgood. Are you satisfied? You left your old life behind, to chase a dream that could have not come true.

Oz looks curious. “Satisfied? Sure. My old life wasn’t too great, hadn’t been since End...” His face contorts in anger and he shakes his head. His eyes grow softer. “Well, since my father died. And my dreams? Well, I found people who think like me, who hate the gods. So that’s one dream come true. And as for the science part...” A quick movement and Osgood pulls his goggles down over his eyes again. Sparks fly as he fiddles with the delicate machinery on his table. “Gotta get back to it!”

Why not?

“Why not be ominous? Well, it’s kinda creepy.” Oz shrugs his shoulders. “Why not just be clear about what you want to say?”

Hi Oz ilu, hope you're good!!!!!!

“Kiki!” Oz waves frantically, redstone dust from his hands falling to the floor. “I’m good, I hope you’re good too!”

Hey bud, where've you been!

Oz moves his goggles up to his forehead, pushing his red curls back. He grins at you. “Sorry! Been busy working on some stuff. Personal projects and all. Messing with some reeeally technical redstone stuff.” The teen gestures to his workspace, which is covered with fine redstone powder and strips of metal.

*is ominous*

“Hey. Don’t do that.”

“Bored. Anybody want to talk?”

#((or be ominous that works too))

What is that crystal around your neck? What does it do?

Instinctively, Oz clutches at it, making sure it’s still there. Assured of its presence he sighs. “It... it was my Dad’s. Some kind of End thing, like a holy symbol but not quite. Some kind of obsidian infused crystal. Obviously I loath End and everything he did, but...” From the look in his eyes, he seems far away, lost in memory.

Too many creepers. Way too many close calls. But he got the gunpowder, enough for some trial and error. And the obsidian, so any accidental discharges will be contained.

It’s taking a while. It’s a big project, something he’d had the idea for for years, but with nothing but time on his hands he’d started on it. And it’s worked, almost, the last time he’d finished a prototype. He won’t be caught off guard, if they’re still there. If they didn’t really leave. If it was a trick.

Oz fingers the purple crystal dangling around his neck, then tucks it into his shirt for safekeeping. Goggles down, he goes back to work.

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