I am the prank anon

I exist to prank cremates and bully manila specifically.

[prank-anon]

this is just who I play as an anon, but I made a sona so I have something to possess in the amongus world so that Manila can actually see me glare at them. Thats the whole reason this exists. That and I accidentally ran out of anonymous messages I could send in an hour but I don’t wanna reblog on my main soooo. I literally just go by prank, pronouns they/them

Unfortunately I cannot use my anon powers beyond summoning very small things when possessing this (like crayons, small notebook, bags of chips, small rocks etc) and am at the mercy of other anons. I only have awareness of what I have been told and what I watch happens around me, focusing this much on staying on their plane of existence can be tiring. But when I'm not inhabiting the body, I am just a normal anon again

There are THREE characters on this blog so far. So when sending in an ask for a certain character, please specify if it's for Prank, Azalea or Quill. Or it's gonna default to either prank or me ooc responding.

HOW PRANK TYPES

Prank talks like this when inhabiting the body

And this when the body is not possessed

HOW QUILL TYPES

quill is always like this

HOW AZALEA TYPES

Azalea types like this

If you recognize my art style, no you didn't :3

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[the-lavenders-lament]

“…I am a grown adult.” They go visible once more. Their visor droops a little as they back away slightly.

“You both are very strange… I think I might like it here,” they lean their head back against the wall, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

[prank-anon]

(pranks starts snickering)

hey, ya wanna see a magic trick?

Prank

hang on hang on I wanna see their reaction when they realize what exactly I am and how much they could be fucking up hehe

(oh they are holding back a laughing storm, they just are NOT taking lavender seriously)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they sigh. “It’s just gonna be some bullshit isn’t it,” they turn to leave

[prank-anon]

awwwwwwwww guess ya never heard of magic anons...

Prank...

(prank sounds amused disappointed, but looks at lavender like they're thinking hard about smthn, and azalea sounds just disappointed in prank)

'zalea, don't act naive, they're gonna walk out the door, wait 'til ya drop the air walls down and 'n come back in for the attack, you and I BOTH know that broody Bistre would absolutely murder them, which honestly, I don' care, but I'm havin a hard enough time trying to get them to understand that imp's are sentient, this'd set them WAAAAY back. you and I both know how broody imps are when they think their kids are in danger

Exactly sunshine, what makes you think I'm even letting them back in...?

(Prank looks at where azaleas voice is coming from. They look relieved at azaleas reassurance. They look back at lavender)

Anyways, Slán go fóill

(prank pops their head back into their nest and burrows themself back into their blankets)

... wrong language dear

oops, yea meant see ya later

[the-lavenders-lament]

they burst back in. “BISTRE’S ALIVE???” they seem really shocked yet overjoyed. Who the hell…?

[prank-anon]

(there's a sound of blankets rustling more before the head pops up again)

ughhhhhhh I kne- wait... ya know Bistre!? like, uhhhhhh, the head of mira's army guy? tall, bunny ears, big floof bit below the head? uh jus- know ya almost killed someone who been TRYING to help 'em. they also decided 'm now their child or grandchild or something? I dunno, I overexerted my magic earlier tryin' to keep them outta pain, now I need a nap. talk to 'zalea if you wanna know more stuff they stayed here the entire surgery

sunshine, you know I don't give out information on house members like that... especially to people we don't know...

oh ye- YAWN- yeah, forgor about tha' bein a thing. mphf

(they put their headphones on and re-enter the blankets within the blanket nest. they sound like they are just burrowing into it like a mole or smthn. either way, they are DONE talking. the air wall is still up)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they take sharp breath in. “I should have never left them, I should have never jumped, I-I?” They’re having a panic attack.

[prank-anon]

(there's a faint sound of breathing from the nest, but it's hard to tell from sound alone if prank's asleep or just staring at the wall. azalea's voice softens, they sound like a comforting parent now...)

hey, they're okay and recovering just fine... but if you two know each other, you being here when they get back may... startle them... so maybe we shouldn't be in the room they're going to come back to right now. we've all had a... well, a day, and another big thing right now... is... it's not the best time...

(they pause a second)

maybe we should go to another room... then you can tell me how you know them...?

[the-lavenders-lament]

they do NOT respond, they just go invisible and try to hide, hyperventilating,

[prank-anon]

(Azalea sighs, they wouldn't normally do this... they listen for the hyperventilation and begin using their magic to sense where lavender may be. They aren't letting the wall down until they know things are safe, and they don't want a repetition of the rose incident...)

Hey... let's just step out for a second, okay?

(They were using their most comforting voice)

[the-lavenders-lament]

the sigh and go visible again, but are going on their own.

[prank-anon]

(azalea (they are invisible though) follows them out this time. the MOMENT they're out of the room, they drop the air wall and make a much smaller (and easier to mantain) air wall in the doorframe with the door closed. their voice is coming from near the ceiling by the door)

hey... um, could you maybe say how you and Bistre know each other...? just so I can know if you showing up would... send them into another spiral...

(they sound genuine. they still have a rather calm voice, but not like a parent. it's just a gentle voice)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…I was stowed away on their ship on accident. They didn’t trust me very much, but their partner was the one who bandaged my tendrils. I saved their life once. They…” Lavender goes silent.

“tell them I miss them, and that fiancé and I would love to come visit sometime,”

[prank-anon]

I'll let them know when I can...

(they pause a second)

and if you still need some help with your tendrils, I can pop by sometime... I have a lot of experience with imp related stuff... just... don't try attacking prank again... Bistre kind of... see's them as their child...

and I don't want to see my best friend die like that even if they wouldn't actually be dead, don't think about that image right now-

(their voice is near the floor now)

wait... um, could you tell me your name before you go? so I can tell Bistre who I'm talking about...

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[the-lavenders-lament]

“…I am a grown adult.” They go visible once more. Their visor droops a little as they back away slightly.

“You both are very strange… I think I might like it here,” they lean their head back against the wall, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

[prank-anon]

(pranks starts snickering)

hey, ya wanna see a magic trick?

Prank

hang on hang on I wanna see their reaction when they realize what exactly I am and how much they could be fucking up hehe

(oh they are holding back a laughing storm, they just are NOT taking lavender seriously)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they sigh. “It’s just gonna be some bullshit isn’t it,” they turn to leave

[prank-anon]

awwwwwwwww guess ya never heard of magic anons...

Prank...

(prank sounds amused disappointed, but looks at lavender like they're thinking hard about smthn, and azalea sounds just disappointed in prank)

'zalea, don't act naive, they're gonna walk out the door, wait 'til ya drop the air walls down and 'n come back in for the attack, you and I BOTH know that broody Bistre would absolutely murder them, which honestly, I don' care, but I'm havin a hard enough time trying to get them to understand that imp's are sentient, this'd set them WAAAAY back. you and I both know how broody imps are when they think their kids are in danger

Exactly sunshine, what makes you think I'm even letting them back in...?

(Prank looks at where azaleas voice is coming from. They look relieved at azaleas reassurance. They look back at lavender)

Anyways, Slán go fóill

(prank pops their head back into their nest and burrows themself back into their blankets)

... wrong language dear

oops, yea meant see ya later

[the-lavenders-lament]

they burst back in. “BISTRE’S ALIVE???” they seem really shocked yet overjoyed. Who the hell…?

[prank-anon]

(there's a sound of blankets rustling more before the head pops up again)

ughhhhhhh I kne- wait... ya know Bistre!? like, uhhhhhh, the head of mira's army guy? tall, bunny ears, big floof bit below the head? uh jus- know ya almost killed someone who been TRYING to help 'em. they also decided 'm now their child or grandchild or something? I dunno, I overexerted my magic earlier tryin' to keep them outta pain, now I need a nap. talk to 'zalea if you wanna know more stuff they stayed here the entire surgery

sunshine, you know I don't give out information on house members like that... especially to people we don't know...

oh ye- YAWN- yeah, forgor about tha' bein a thing. mphf

(they put their headphones on and re-enter the blankets within the blanket nest. they sound like they are just burrowing into it like a mole or smthn. either way, they are DONE talking. the air wall is still up)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they take sharp breath in. “I should have never left them, I should have never jumped, I-I?” They’re having a panic attack.

[prank-anon]

(there's a faint sound of breathing from the nest, but it's hard to tell from sound alone if prank's asleep or just staring at the wall. azalea's voice softens, they sound like a comforting parent now...)

hey, they're okay and recovering just fine... but if you two know each other, you being here when they get back may... startle them... so maybe we shouldn't be in the room they're going to come back to right now. we've all had a... well, a day, and another big thing right now... is... it's not the best time...

(they pause a second)

maybe we should go to another room... then you can tell me how you know them...?

[the-lavenders-lament]

they do NOT respond, they just go invisible and try to hide, hyperventilating,

[prank-anon]

(Azalea sighs, they wouldn't normally do this... they listen for the hyperventilation and begin using their magic to sense where lavender may be. They aren't letting the wall down until they know things are safe, and they don't want a repetition of the rose incident...)

Hey... let's just step out for a second, okay?

(They were using their most comforting voice)

[the-lavenders-lament]

the sigh and go visible again, but are going on their own.

[prank-anon]

(azalea (they are invisible though) follows them out this time. the MOMENT they're out of the room, they drop the air wall and make a much smaller (and easier to mantain) air wall in the doorframe with the door closed. their voice is coming from near the ceiling by the door)

hey... um, could you maybe say how you and Bistre know each other...? just so I can know if you showing up would... send them into another spiral...

(they sound genuine. they still have a rather calm voice, but not like a parent. it's just a gentle voice)

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[the-lavenders-lament]

“…I am a grown adult.” They go visible once more. Their visor droops a little as they back away slightly.

“You both are very strange… I think I might like it here,” they lean their head back against the wall, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

[prank-anon]

(pranks starts snickering)

hey, ya wanna see a magic trick?

Prank

hang on hang on I wanna see their reaction when they realize what exactly I am and how much they could be fucking up hehe

(oh they are holding back a laughing storm, they just are NOT taking lavender seriously)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they sigh. “It’s just gonna be some bullshit isn’t it,” they turn to leave

[prank-anon]

awwwwwwwww guess ya never heard of magic anons...

Prank...

(prank sounds amused disappointed, but looks at lavender like they're thinking hard about smthn, and azalea sounds just disappointed in prank)

'zalea, don't act naive, they're gonna walk out the door, wait 'til ya drop the air walls down and 'n come back in for the attack, you and I BOTH know that broody Bistre would absolutely murder them, which honestly, I don' care, but I'm havin a hard enough time trying to get them to understand that imp's are sentient, this'd set them WAAAAY back. you and I both know how broody imps are when they think their kids are in danger

Exactly sunshine, what makes you think I'm even letting them back in...?

(Prank looks at where azaleas voice is coming from. They look relieved at azaleas reassurance. They look back at lavender)

Anyways, Slán go fóill

(prank pops their head back into their nest and burrows themself back into their blankets)

... wrong language dear

oops, yea meant see ya later

[the-lavenders-lament]

they burst back in. “BISTRE’S ALIVE???” they seem really shocked yet overjoyed. Who the hell…?

[prank-anon]

(there's a sound of blankets rustling more before the head pops up again)

ughhhhhhh I kne- wait... ya know Bistre!? like, uhhhhhh, the head of mira's army guy? tall, bunny ears, big floof bit below the head? uh jus- know ya almost killed someone who been TRYING to help 'em. they also decided 'm now their child or grandchild or something? I dunno, I overexerted my magic earlier tryin' to keep them outta pain, now I need a nap. talk to 'zalea if you wanna know more stuff they stayed here the entire surgery

sunshine, you know I don't give out information on house members like that... especially to people we don't know...

oh ye- YAWN- yeah, forgor about tha' bein a thing. mphf

(they put their headphones on and re-enter the blankets within the blanket nest. they sound like they are just burrowing into it like a mole or smthn. either way, they are DONE talking. the air wall is still up)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they take sharp breath in. “I should have never left them, I should have never jumped, I-I?” They’re having a panic attack.

[prank-anon]

(there's a faint sound of breathing from the nest, but it's hard to tell from sound alone if prank's asleep or just staring at the wall. azalea's voice softens, they sound like a comforting parent now...)

hey, they're okay and recovering just fine... but if you two know each other, you being here when they get back may... startle them... so maybe we shouldn't be in the room they're going to come back to right now. we've all had a... well, a day, and another big thing right now... is... it's not the best time...

(they pause a second)

maybe we should go to another room... then you can tell me how you know them...?

[the-lavenders-lament]

they do NOT respond, they just go invisible and try to hide, hyperventilating,

[prank-anon]

(Azalea sighs, they wouldn't normally do this... they listen for the hyperventilation and begin using their magic to sense where lavender may be. They aren't letting the wall down until they know things are safe, and they don't want a repetition of the rose incident...)

Hey... let's just step out for a second, okay?

(They were using their most comforting voice)

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[the-lavenders-lament]

“…I am a grown adult.” They go visible once more. Their visor droops a little as they back away slightly.

“You both are very strange… I think I might like it here,” they lean their head back against the wall, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

[prank-anon]

(pranks starts snickering)

hey, ya wanna see a magic trick?

Prank

hang on hang on I wanna see their reaction when they realize what exactly I am and how much they could be fucking up hehe

(oh they are holding back a laughing storm, they just are NOT taking lavender seriously)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they sigh. “It’s just gonna be some bullshit isn’t it,” they turn to leave

[prank-anon]

awwwwwwwww guess ya never heard of magic anons...

Prank...

(prank sounds amused disappointed, but looks at lavender like they're thinking hard about smthn, and azalea sounds just disappointed in prank)

'zalea, don't act naive, they're gonna walk out the door, wait 'til ya drop the air walls down and 'n come back in for the attack, you and I BOTH know that broody Bistre would absolutely murder them, which honestly, I don' care, but I'm havin a hard enough time trying to get them to understand that imp's are sentient, this'd set them WAAAAY back. you and I both know how broody imps are when they think their kids are in danger

Exactly sunshine, what makes you think I'm even letting them back in...?

(Prank looks at where azaleas voice is coming from. They look relieved at azaleas reassurance. They look back at lavender)

Anyways, Slán go fóill

(prank pops their head back into their nest and burrows themself back into their blankets)

... wrong language dear

oops, yea meant see ya later

[the-lavenders-lament]

they burst back in. “BISTRE’S ALIVE???” they seem really shocked yet overjoyed. Who the hell…?

[prank-anon]

(there's a sound of blankets rustling more before the head pops up again)

ughhhhhhh I kne- wait... ya know Bistre!? like, uhhhhhh, the head of mira's army guy? tall, bunny ears, big floof bit below the head? uh jus- know ya almost killed someone who been TRYING to help 'em. they also decided 'm now their child or grandchild or something? I dunno, I overexerted my magic earlier tryin' to keep them outta pain, now I need a nap. talk to 'zalea if you wanna know more stuff they stayed here the entire surgery

sunshine, you know I don't give out information on house members like that... especially to people we don't know...

oh ye- YAWN- yeah, forgor about tha' bein a thing. mphf

(they put their headphones on and re-enter the blankets within the blanket nest. they sound like they are just burrowing into it like a mole or smthn. either way, they are DONE talking. the air wall is still up)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they take sharp breath in. “I should have never left them, I should have never jumped, I-I?” They’re having a panic attack.

[prank-anon]

(there's a faint sound of breathing from the nest, but it's hard to tell from sound alone if prank's asleep or just staring at the wall. azalea's voice softens, they sound like a comforting parent now...)

hey, they're okay and recovering just fine... but if you two know each other, you being here when they get back may... startle them... so maybe we shouldn't be in the room they're going to come back to right now. we've all had a... well, a day, and another big thing right now... is... it's not the best time...

(they pause a second)

maybe we should go to another room... then you can tell me how you know them...?

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[the-lavenders-lament]

“…I am a grown adult.” They go visible once more. Their visor droops a little as they back away slightly.

“You both are very strange… I think I might like it here,” they lean their head back against the wall, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

[prank-anon]

(pranks starts snickering)

hey, ya wanna see a magic trick?

Prank

hang on hang on I wanna see their reaction when they realize what exactly I am and how much they could be fucking up hehe

(oh they are holding back a laughing storm, they just are NOT taking lavender seriously)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they sigh. “It’s just gonna be some bullshit isn’t it,” they turn to leave

[prank-anon]

awwwwwwwww guess ya never heard of magic anons...

Prank...

(prank sounds amused disappointed, but looks at lavender like they're thinking hard about smthn, and azalea sounds just disappointed in prank)

'zalea, don't act naive, they're gonna walk out the door, wait 'til ya drop the air walls down and 'n come back in for the attack, you and I BOTH know that broody Bistre would absolutely murder them, which honestly, I don' care, but I'm havin a hard enough time trying to get them to understand that imp's are sentient, this'd set them WAAAAY back. you and I both know how broody imps are when they think their kids are in danger

Exactly sunshine, what makes you think I'm even letting them back in...?

(Prank looks at where azaleas voice is coming from. They look relieved at azaleas reassurance. They look back at lavender)

Anyways, Slán go fóill

(prank pops their head back into their nest and burrows themself back into their blankets)

... wrong language dear

oops, yea meant see ya later

[the-lavenders-lament]

they burst back in. “BISTRE’S ALIVE???” they seem really shocked yet overjoyed. Who the hell…?

[prank-anon]

(there's a sound of blankets rustling more before the head pops up again)

ughhhhhhh I kne- wait... ya know Bistre!? like, uhhhhhh, the head of mira's army guy? tall, bunny ears, big floof bit below the head? uh jus- know ya almost killed someone who been TRYING to help 'em. they also decided 'm now their child or grandchild or something? I dunno, I overexerted my magic earlier tryin' to keep them outta pain, now I need a nap. talk to 'zalea if you wanna know more stuff they stayed here the entire surgery

sunshine, you know I don't give out information on house members like that... especially to people we don't know...

oh ye- YAWN- yeah, forgor about tha' bein a thing. mphf

(they put their headphones on and re-enter the blankets within the blanket nest. they sound like they are just burrowing into it like a mole or smthn. either way, they are DONE talking. the air wall is still up)

[the-dragon-amongus3]

Give me doodle ideas for my ocssssssss

I wanna try out my new brush

Maybe sacrifice your oc to be tested with styles

[theteabirb]

if it’s not too late, could I interest you in a prank?

(Their facial expressions are always a tad bit off, and the expressions can be so chaotic I haven’t even finished that reference sheet lol)

[the-dragon-amongus3]

Bam

[prank-anon]

OMG IT'S MY LIL CHAOS GREMLIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA/POS /POS I HAVE NO WORDS EEEEEEE EVERYONE LOOK

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[the-lavenders-lament]

“…I am a grown adult.” They go visible once more. Their visor droops a little as they back away slightly.

“You both are very strange… I think I might like it here,” they lean their head back against the wall, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

[prank-anon]

(pranks starts snickering)

hey, ya wanna see a magic trick?

Prank

hang on hang on I wanna see their reaction when they realize what exactly I am and how much they could be fucking up hehe

(oh they are holding back a laughing storm, they just are NOT taking lavender seriously)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they sigh. “It’s just gonna be some bullshit isn’t it,” they turn to leave

[prank-anon]

awwwwwwwww guess ya never heard of magic anons...

Prank...

(prank sounds amused disappointed, but looks at lavender like they're thinking hard about smthn, and azalea sounds just disappointed in prank)

'zalea, don't act naive, they're gonna walk out the door, wait 'til ya drop the air walls down and 'n come back in for the attack, you and I BOTH know that broody Bistre would absolutely murder them, which honestly, I don' care, but I'm havin a hard enough time trying to get them to understand that imp's are sentient, this'd set them WAAAAY back. you and I both know how broody imps are when they think their kids are in danger

Exactly sunshine, what makes you think I'm even letting them back in...?

(Prank looks at where azaleas voice is coming from. They look relieved at azaleas reassurance. They look back at lavender)

Anyways, Slán go fóill

(prank pops their head back into their nest and burrows themself back into their blankets)

... wrong language dear

oops, yea meant see ya later

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[the-lavenders-lament]

“…I am a grown adult.” They go visible once more. Their visor droops a little as they back away slightly.

“You both are very strange… I think I might like it here,” they lean their head back against the wall, before taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

[prank-anon]

(pranks starts snickering)

hey, ya wanna see a magic trick?

Prank

hang on hang on I wanna see their reaction when they realize what exactly I am and how much they could be fucking up hehe

(oh they are holding back a laughing storm, they just are NOT taking lavender seriously)

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[the-lavenders-lament]

they twirl the crowbar with their tendrils. “It’s not a big deal, really, they’re just a little weaker than most,” they stare at prank.

“how the fuck did you do that,” they go invisible and still can’t pass the wall.

“DUDE?”

[prank-anon]

(prank looks unfazed and completely unamused, though definantly a bit more awake)

it's called magic ya doofus. thanks for the wall onli

no problem sunshine

(are they using pet names for eachother?)

now darling, I already told you, my friend has had enough stress today

(Azalea sounds like a stern parent when talking to lavender and prank starts giggling a bit. it sounds like that laugh you give when you're tired and everything's funny)

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[the-lavenders-lament]

”…the what,” they use their bandaged tendrils to take the crowbar. “So no explanation?”!

[prank-anon]

are your tentacles okay...?

(azalea sounds mildly concerned, and Prank pops their head back up at the mention of tentacles and just sighs)

crap. so just taking the crowbar isn't gonna do anything.

'zalea, set up a air wall

thats a good idea...

(there is now a wall that seperates prank from lavender. it's air that's been frozen, not like cooled down, like all it's movement has suddenly and completely ceased. it's impenetreble and if you reached out to touch it, textureless yet smooth, like it was there, but there was nothing to properly feel. prank is sitting up now, they take their headphones off)

look, I have nooo energy right now, whaddaya want 'splained, 'cause I dunno 'xactly what happened in here either

(they don't sound hostile, just groggy, half asleep and tired af. they clearly didn't register that you were asking about their murder basement comment)

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[the-lavenders-lament]

”hi,” the take the crowbar.

[prank-anon]

(something starts pulling, trying to take the crowbar out of their hands)

I'm sorry... there's been to much stress today and they don't need more stress right now...

(prank pop's their head out from the nest. they look like a tired floofy mess and the flower on their head is all crooked. they just look over, pop back down into the nest and mutter barely audibly)

well, at least they're not the guy from the murder basement

wait why would it even be the butcher? they're on that ship. this one doesn't even sound like him! is this what being tired does to thoughts? ughh I don't have the energy to deal with this right now... onli's got this, they can't get me without their weapon

[prank-anon]

they slink in. “Sup,”

FROM: @the-lavenders-lament

(as you walk into labs, the door looks like it was forced open by a crowbar, there's noticably something blocking a vent, there's a fan running in a corner, a big perfectly circular smooth shiny brown rock on that bed, what looks like an unusually large quilt being worked on by something or someone invisible, and a blanket nest in a corner that someone is clearly falling asleep in. there's a rustling in the blankets)

hello?

(they sound half asleep, their accent sounds like it has an almost irish lilt to it, but mixed with other things, some of it unrecognizable. the quilt and everything used to make it just disappears)

[sergent-major-bistre]

Hey Bistre... deep breath, you're not going to die, I promise

@prank-anon

*they screech, and immediately scratch at the air wherever Azalea's voice is coming from- .... They freeze, immediately regretting it and pull the hand back, now scratching it rather than them*

YOU- YOU CAN'T GUARANTEE- YOU CAN'T YOU CAN'T-- IM FUCKING-- I'M SURROUNDED BY GOD DAMN-- I'M ABOUT TO GET WHAT'S BEEN COMING FOR ME FOR YEARS- YEARS

[prank-anon]

(Azalea doesn't even move at the scratch)

Oh dear... Please don't scratch your hand... you're going to hurt it...

(They carefully move a small bit closer)

And what do you mean "you're going to get what's been coming for you"...?

(Their using that voice parents use to soothe scared children)

[sergent-major-bistre]

*......*

*they don't react to the hand comment-*

THOSE IMPS-- THE- THE THE-- THEY WANT AMONGODMNIT REVENGE-- F-FOR EVERY LIFE I-- I-- IM GOING TO DIE

[prank-anon]

hey... I won't let them get you, okay...? they aren't going to get you. You're in a closed off room, and I'm not letting anyone else in, I won't let them kill you, you aren't going to die...

mods dammit prank should have told me more info! I don't even know what this breakdown is exactly about... they have trauma from imps obviously... the lives they took... their job must...- oh...

[sergent-major-bistre]

HOW???..

HOW YOU POSSIBLY DO THAT? THEY'RE EVERYWHERE, THEY'RE IN THE FOREST THEY'RE IN THE WALLS THEY'RE IN THE VENT- ITS NOT SAFE- IT-ITS-- ....... IT'S THEIR GOD DAMN PLAYGROUND HERE APPARENTLY-- SO MANY..... ALL OUT- ALL OUT TO GET ME!!

[prank-anon]

You're forgetting that even though I don't exactly like using magic... I still have magic and can use it... it can a bit wonky sometimes... I can try to teleport attackers away, shrink them, scare them off... I can even show you a defensive trick Prank taught me, it's their favorite defensive move and a lot easier to do than all the other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they seem to listen intently, I just tilting slightly off their hands loosen on the bed, but still tear it up-*

You can- DO THAT- AH-against those things?

[prank-anon]

yeah, I can do it to anyone really... hang on, just a second...

(theres a sound near one of the beds, but far enough away to not startle them)

come over here for a second, and just... try to walk to where you hear my voice. but please do it slowly- it's like an invisible wall.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they perked up towards the sound- surprisingly enough, they followed Azalea's command, slowly standing up, and was shaky legs, stepped out of the bed-*

.... OKAY.

*they slowly listened, now fiddling with the deep'ish scratches on the back of her hand, slowly following Azalea's voice*

[prank-anon]

(there's nothing visibly there, but when putting your hand out, what you would feel is something absolutely textureless, but smooth. nothing to grip on or chip at, it's as if there wasn't anything there to feel. it was just a barrier, something you can't move past, like it was the air frozen in time and space)

You see... we can't exactly kill anyone directly with magic, so we have to get creative... if we have to kill with magic, we have to do it indirectly... so we mostly stick to defensive things. Prank thought this up when one hunting party was attacked by some bears, and it's been their favorite defensive move ever since... It's also the easiest, it takes a lot less magic to do than a lot of other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They instantly froze up, going on their tippy toes as their fur poofs up like a plush-*

OH-..... ouh- OH? ......

*They push their hands onto it, before fully leaning on it like a bed- using it for stability*

WELL THIS IS.... NEW-

[prank-anon]

It's really interesting how it works... its- well, it's not frozen, more like I just had to stop the air particles from moving, it's actually really-

(azalea was cut off by prank's entrance, their voice sounded uncharacteristically flat, and a bit spooked)

Hey azalea how's everything-

...

what the fuck happened while I was gone???

(They sound switched from flat to deflated. done, worried? like they were tired and just wanted the day to be done already. they sounded like they needed a hug and a nap)

[sergent-major-bistre]

HM. .. ... INTERESTING-

*they instantly stood straight, and pushed against the wall, towards Prank's voice*

BIRDY- Birdy?? Are you all right? What happened- what's wrong??

*The voice wins like an instant switch, soft like smooth wood, but cushioned nonetheless*

[prank-anon]

Prank... how much magic did you use...

(azalea sounds concerned, but like a concerned partner instead of a parent. also like they were about to go into a small lecture about safety and such)

Just- really bad day... and not too much magic... just- I'll be back here in my body in a minute

(and they were gone. they sounded like they were going to collapse. they really had had a bad day)

wait-! sigh

(they speak to the now prankless room)

how are you going to get here that quickly when getting in your body leaves you dizzy for ten minutes...

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They sniffled, leaning in with an increasingly concerned expression*

Birdy ...? What.... I- . .

*Their voice is every so slightly breaking, sad- worn out from crying and screaming probably*

..... I- BIRDY? BIRD- BIRDY WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO????

BIRDY-

*Their fur slowly poofed up- becoming so bristled that you could see the skin pepping through in tiny holes-*

*They started immediately repeating Prank's nickname-, scratching and rapidly walking along the air wall- panicked, angry?? Concerned most definitely*

[prank-anon]

(azalea drops the air wall)

hey, they'll be okay... they're just getting their body... we should probably unblock the door so they can get in...

(they're using their most calming voice)

oh dear... what did you do today sunshine...

[sergent-major-bistre]

. . .

I CAN GO GET THEM

*they immediately pushed pass the wall as it goes down, heading for the door before freezing, mid-grabbing handle*

*thiey look back at the egg for a moment, and get such a horrible doubting anxiety it forces them to let you go with the handle like it was burning-*

GO GET THEM, NOW.

*they instantly walk up to whoever Azalea's voice is, poofing up and looking as big as they possibly can- your voice is about the same as the one they usually Chartreuse whenever they first showed up*

[prank-anon]

ok... it's going to-

EUGH WHAT IS THIS, COLD COLD COLD AND WET EUGH

CLUNK

Sigh... well... they aren't too far away... oh dear... how did they get there so quickly...?

[sergent-major-bistre]

*Their hand goes quiet and side of their body as they instantly move to the door- their steps loud and thumping. They move quickly, but messily are they limping-?*

*They now stand in front of the door, up on their very tippies- ears perked up so high that they nearly graze the ceiling, ticking their inner ears the icy touch of a metal light fixture*

*They stare at the door completely dead-eyed and focused-. It looks almost concerningly zoned in- why do they care so damn much about a bean they barely met a week ago?*

[prank-anon]

(The door opens, pranks feet (which had been resting against the door) fall to the ground. They look tired, mildly pissed and slightly damp. That's what they get for standing right over where the mist gets pushed out)

Why the fuck does the hallway spray me with smelly cold mist.

(They sound like they're mad at the hallway. They look up at Bistre)

Hiiiiiii

Wow, they look taller than usual with their ears all pointed up like that! What the fuck happened to their hand!? Wait why are there bandages near their neck? Did plague doctor sneak something in during the surgery!?

What happened to you- are you okay?

(They sound concerned now. Still tired.)

[sergent-major-bistre]

*don't react to pranks words, rather as soon as they see even a flash of purple they're already bent down with lightning speed, and picking Prank up by the sides- basically the bean equivalent of being picked up under the arms*

*they quickly hop across the room, their footsteps are loud and the distance you can hear something last fall- and they don't give a crap though- They just need to make sure Prank is safe*

*they quietly and gently set pranking down in the bed-..? It looks more like a nest- thing that they have made, and the far off corner of the room. It's comfy to sit in, well pattern and actually incredibly warm, but that's not quite enough, they were after two blankets around Prank, one on the back and one on their front; Bistre Texas so the only thing left visible is their head*

*they anxiously, and with clear hesitant, then stride over to the medical bed where this strange big, Brown Pearl sets nestled in blankets- .... It's also want a pillow, which Bistre needs.....*

*They quickly snatched the blankets underneath the pearl, picking it up like a sack, and holding it far away from their body with the shiver, before gently picking up the pillow, bringing it back to the bed, setting it behind Prank.*

*they then immediately set the pearl on the very very far side of the bed, the farthest it can be from Prank. By the way they glare at it, they didn't mean to do that-*

*they sit down besides Prank, but outside the bed-*

What's wrong-? What happened to you? You look exhausted hell sickly-

*they gently attempt to tell Pranks temperature, by pressing their hands to their forehead, right above the visor*

[prank-anon]

EEP!

(they almost cheep at being picked up, they sound like a startled bird)

- oh... oh sunny...

(azalea sounds like they're smiling, a bit concerned, but also like they just realized something big)

(prank just sort of stays there quietly until Bistre asks them stuff. they look like they've completely bluescreened the entire time)

uhhhh

(oh god's they don't want to vent right now. besides the whole "ship of imposters" thing would be bad for helping Bistre accept that imps are fucking sentient)

...just had to save some people from dying, kinda exhausted myself... then I got startled by the smelly mist in the hallway, I'll be fine, I always am! just need a rest and I'll be just fine! please don't notice please don't be able to tell that I'm not doing super great right now I can't tell them what happened, what the fuck happened to Bistre- they look like they wen't through a lot too!- but what happened to you? who attacked you? the door looks like it's cosplaying a ruin, and you look like you got in a fight with a stabby fox. wait, why isn't your hand bandaged? those cuts are deep!

(they sounded like they really needed water, kinda taken off guard, a bit hungry... yeah and they looked like a wet baby bird. it looked like they were about to summon something, before just pulling a paper and pencil out of their backpack)

- Prank... how much magic did you use out there...?

(azalea sounds like they're trying to hide concern. they also sound like they're right next to prank)

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they quietly listen, nodding along- but also squinting suspiciously, before ending off with a deep, and concerned frown*

Birdy...-

*they pauses they raise their hands up, before just pinching the underneath of their visor- a little frustrated? Disappointed? It's hard to tell, but they're still worried*

Lay down, I'll get you some water, after that I need you to take a nap and I'll go get you some food- alright?

*they quietly push Prank down, tucking the pillow underneath their head before standing up and taking a half empty mountain dew bottle out of their backpack, they walk up to one the sinks, and seeing it and rinsing it out rigorously before filling it with fresh, ice cold water-*

*they set it down besides prank, before walking to one of the farthest cabinets, grabbing some bandages and bandaging their hand, and heading for the door before pausing-*

And Birdy- you don't got to worry about me hah- this is like a normal day for me honestly, I work in the - ahem ARMY. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? HA-

*they then promptly pat their side, immediately realizing they don't have their gun, and quietly grab it away from the middle of the floor- ... They silently start checking the chamber, while absent-mindedly heading for the door again*

[prank-anon]

(they just bluescreen again when they're pushed down with the pillow and stuff. damn it they're tired. the moment the water is next to them they just guzzle it down)

saying "don't worry about me" isn't going to magically make me stop worrying

sunny-

(prank sounds eepy. they burrow deeper into the blankets and push their headphones over their... ears? hearing things? as if to try to muffle azalea's voice)

and onli... I'll listen to your lecture about my magic use later.

(if you look at them in the blanket nest, they look all poofy like a downy bird. still a bit damp tho)

[sergent-major-bistre]

Hey Bistre... deep breath, you're not going to die, I promise

@prank-anon

*they screech, and immediately scratch at the air wherever Azalea's voice is coming from- .... They freeze, immediately regretting it and pull the hand back, now scratching it rather than them*

YOU- YOU CAN'T GUARANTEE- YOU CAN'T YOU CAN'T-- IM FUCKING-- I'M SURROUNDED BY GOD DAMN-- I'M ABOUT TO GET WHAT'S BEEN COMING FOR ME FOR YEARS- YEARS

[prank-anon]

(Azalea doesn't even move at the scratch)

Oh dear... Please don't scratch your hand... you're going to hurt it...

(They carefully move a small bit closer)

And what do you mean "you're going to get what's been coming for you"...?

(Their using that voice parents use to soothe scared children)

[sergent-major-bistre]

*......*

*they don't react to the hand comment-*

THOSE IMPS-- THE- THE THE-- THEY WANT AMONGODMNIT REVENGE-- F-FOR EVERY LIFE I-- I-- IM GOING TO DIE

[prank-anon]

hey... I won't let them get you, okay...? they aren't going to get you. You're in a closed off room, and I'm not letting anyone else in, I won't let them kill you, you aren't going to die...

mods dammit prank should have told me more info! I don't even know what this breakdown is exactly about... they have trauma from imps obviously... the lives they took... their job must...- oh...

[sergent-major-bistre]

HOW???..

HOW YOU POSSIBLY DO THAT? THEY'RE EVERYWHERE, THEY'RE IN THE FOREST THEY'RE IN THE WALLS THEY'RE IN THE VENT- ITS NOT SAFE- IT-ITS-- ....... IT'S THEIR GOD DAMN PLAYGROUND HERE APPARENTLY-- SO MANY..... ALL OUT- ALL OUT TO GET ME!!

[prank-anon]

You're forgetting that even though I don't exactly like using magic... I still have magic and can use it... it can a bit wonky sometimes... I can try to teleport attackers away, shrink them, scare them off... I can even show you a defensive trick Prank taught me, it's their favorite defensive move and a lot easier to do than all the other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they seem to listen intently, I just tilting slightly off their hands loosen on the bed, but still tear it up-*

You can- DO THAT- AH-against those things?

[prank-anon]

yeah, I can do it to anyone really... hang on, just a second...

(theres a sound near one of the beds, but far enough away to not startle them)

come over here for a second, and just... try to walk to where you hear my voice. but please do it slowly- it's like an invisible wall.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they perked up towards the sound- surprisingly enough, they followed Azalea's command, slowly standing up, and was shaky legs, stepped out of the bed-*

.... OKAY.

*they slowly listened, now fiddling with the deep'ish scratches on the back of her hand, slowly following Azalea's voice*

[prank-anon]

(there's nothing visibly there, but when putting your hand out, what you would feel is something absolutely textureless, but smooth. nothing to grip on or chip at, it's as if there wasn't anything there to feel. it was just a barrier, something you can't move past, like it was the air frozen in time and space)

You see... we can't exactly kill anyone directly with magic, so we have to get creative... if we have to kill with magic, we have to do it indirectly... so we mostly stick to defensive things. Prank thought this up when one hunting party was attacked by some bears, and it's been their favorite defensive move ever since... It's also the easiest, it takes a lot less magic to do than a lot of other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They instantly froze up, going on their tippy toes as their fur poofs up like a plush-*

OH-..... ouh- OH? ......

*They push their hands onto it, before fully leaning on it like a bed- using it for stability*

WELL THIS IS.... NEW-

[prank-anon]

It's really interesting how it works... its- well, it's not frozen, more like I just had to stop the air particles from moving, it's actually really-

(azalea was cut off by prank's entrance, their voice sounded uncharacteristically flat, and a bit spooked)

Hey azalea how's everything-

...

what the fuck happened while I was gone???

(They sound switched from flat to deflated. done, worried? like they were tired and just wanted the day to be done already. they sounded like they needed a hug and a nap)

[sergent-major-bistre]

HM. .. ... INTERESTING-

*they instantly stood straight, and pushed against the wall, towards Prank's voice*

BIRDY- Birdy?? Are you all right? What happened- what's wrong??

*The voice wins like an instant switch, soft like smooth wood, but cushioned nonetheless*

[prank-anon]

Prank... how much magic did you use...

(azalea sounds concerned, but like a concerned partner instead of a parent. also like they were about to go into a small lecture about safety and such)

Just- really bad day... and not too much magic... just- I'll be back here in my body in a minute

(and they were gone. they sounded like they were going to collapse. they really had had a bad day)

wait-! sigh

(they speak to the now prankless room)

how are you going to get here that quickly when getting in your body leaves you dizzy for ten minutes...

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They sniffled, leaning in with an increasingly concerned expression*

Birdy ...? What.... I- . .

*Their voice is every so slightly breaking, sad- worn out from crying and screaming probably*

..... I- BIRDY? BIRD- BIRDY WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO????

BIRDY-

*Their fur slowly poofed up- becoming so bristled that you could see the skin pepping through in tiny holes-*

*They started immediately repeating Prank's nickname-, scratching and rapidly walking along the air wall- panicked, angry?? Concerned most definitely*

[prank-anon]

(azalea drops the air wall)

hey, they'll be okay... they're just getting their body... we should probably unblock the door so they can get in...

(they're using their most calming voice)

oh dear... what did you do today sunshine...

[sergent-major-bistre]

. . .

I CAN GO GET THEM

*they immediately pushed pass the wall as it goes down, heading for the door before freezing, mid-grabbing handle*

*thiey look back at the egg for a moment, and get such a horrible doubting anxiety it forces them to let you go with the handle like it was burning-*

GO GET THEM, NOW.

*they instantly walk up to whoever Azalea's voice is, poofing up and looking as big as they possibly can- your voice is about the same as the one they usually Chartreuse whenever they first showed up*

[prank-anon]

ok... it's going to-

EUGH WHAT IS THIS, COLD COLD COLD AND WET EUGH

CLUNK

Sigh... well... they aren't too far away... oh dear... how did they get there so quickly...?

[sergent-major-bistre]

*Their hand goes quiet and side of their body as they instantly move to the door- their steps loud and thumping. They move quickly, but messily are they limping-?*

*They now stand in front of the door, up on their very tippies- ears perked up so high that they nearly graze the ceiling, ticking their inner ears the icy touch of a metal light fixture*

*They stare at the door completely dead-eyed and focused-. It looks almost concerningly zoned in- why do they care so damn much about a bean they barely met a week ago?*

[prank-anon]

(The door opens, pranks feet (which had been resting against the door) fall to the ground. They look tired, mildly pissed and slightly damp. That's what they get for standing right over where the mist gets pushed out)

Why the fuck does the hallway spray me with smelly cold mist.

(They sound like they're mad at the hallway. They look up at Bistre)

Hiiiiiii

Wow, they look taller than usual with their ears all pointed up like that! What the fuck happened to their hand!? Wait why are there bandages near their neck? Did plague doctor sneak something in during the surgery!?

What happened to you- are you okay?

(They sound concerned now. Still tired.)

[sergent-major-bistre]

*don't react to pranks words, rather as soon as they see even a flash of purple they're already bent down with lightning speed, and picking Prank up by the sides- basically the bean equivalent of being picked up under the arms*

*they quickly hop across the room, their footsteps are loud and the distance you can hear something last fall- and they don't give a crap though- They just need to make sure Prank is safe*

*they quietly and gently set pranking down in the bed-..? It looks more like a nest- thing that they have made, and the far off corner of the room. It's comfy to sit in, well pattern and actually incredibly warm, but that's not quite enough, they were after two blankets around Prank, one on the back and one on their front; Bistre Texas so the only thing left visible is their head*

*they anxiously, and with clear hesitant, then stride over to the medical bed where this strange big, Brown Pearl sets nestled in blankets- .... It's also want a pillow, which Bistre needs.....*

*They quickly snatched the blankets underneath the pearl, picking it up like a sack, and holding it far away from their body with the shiver, before gently picking up the pillow, bringing it back to the bed, setting it behind Prank.*

*they then immediately set the pearl on the very very far side of the bed, the farthest it can be from Prank. By the way they glare at it, they didn't mean to do that-*

*they sit down besides Prank, but outside the bed-*

What's wrong-? What happened to you? You look exhausted hell sickly-

*they gently attempt to tell Pranks temperature, by pressing their hands to their forehead, right above the visor*

[prank-anon]

EEP!

(they almost cheep at being picked up, they sound like a startled bird)

- oh... oh sunny...

(azalea sounds like they're smiling, a bit concerned, but also like they just realized something big)

(prank just sort of stays there quietly until Bistre asks them stuff. they look like they've completely bluescreened the entire time)

uhhhh

(oh god's they don't want to vent right now. besides the whole "ship of imposters" thing would be bad for helping Bistre accept that imps are fucking sentient)

...just had to save some people from dying, kinda exhausted myself... then I got startled by the smelly mist in the hallway, I'll be fine, I always am! just need a rest and I'll be just fine! please don't notice please don't be able to tell that I'm not doing super great right now I can't tell them what happened, what the fuck happened to Bistre- they look like they wen't through a lot too!- but what happened to you? who attacked you? the door looks like it's cosplaying a ruin, and you look like you got in a fight with a stabby fox. wait, why isn't your hand bandaged? those cuts are deep!

(they sounded like they really needed water, kinda taken off guard, a bit hungry... yeah and they looked like a wet baby bird. it looked like they were about to summon something, before just pulling a paper and pencil out of their backpack)

- Prank... how much magic did you use out there...?

(azalea sounds like they're trying to hide concern. they also sound like they're right next to prank)

[sergent-major-bistre]

Hey Bistre... deep breath, you're not going to die, I promise

@prank-anon

*they screech, and immediately scratch at the air wherever Azalea's voice is coming from- .... They freeze, immediately regretting it and pull the hand back, now scratching it rather than them*

YOU- YOU CAN'T GUARANTEE- YOU CAN'T YOU CAN'T-- IM FUCKING-- I'M SURROUNDED BY GOD DAMN-- I'M ABOUT TO GET WHAT'S BEEN COMING FOR ME FOR YEARS- YEARS

[prank-anon]

(Azalea doesn't even move at the scratch)

Oh dear... Please don't scratch your hand... you're going to hurt it...

(They carefully move a small bit closer)

And what do you mean "you're going to get what's been coming for you"...?

(Their using that voice parents use to soothe scared children)

[sergent-major-bistre]

*......*

*they don't react to the hand comment-*

THOSE IMPS-- THE- THE THE-- THEY WANT AMONGODMNIT REVENGE-- F-FOR EVERY LIFE I-- I-- IM GOING TO DIE

[prank-anon]

hey... I won't let them get you, okay...? they aren't going to get you. You're in a closed off room, and I'm not letting anyone else in, I won't let them kill you, you aren't going to die...

mods dammit prank should have told me more info! I don't even know what this breakdown is exactly about... they have trauma from imps obviously... the lives they took... their job must...- oh...

[sergent-major-bistre]

HOW???..

HOW YOU POSSIBLY DO THAT? THEY'RE EVERYWHERE, THEY'RE IN THE FOREST THEY'RE IN THE WALLS THEY'RE IN THE VENT- ITS NOT SAFE- IT-ITS-- ....... IT'S THEIR GOD DAMN PLAYGROUND HERE APPARENTLY-- SO MANY..... ALL OUT- ALL OUT TO GET ME!!

[prank-anon]

You're forgetting that even though I don't exactly like using magic... I still have magic and can use it... it can a bit wonky sometimes... I can try to teleport attackers away, shrink them, scare them off... I can even show you a defensive trick Prank taught me, it's their favorite defensive move and a lot easier to do than all the other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they seem to listen intently, I just tilting slightly off their hands loosen on the bed, but still tear it up-*

You can- DO THAT- AH-against those things?

[prank-anon]

yeah, I can do it to anyone really... hang on, just a second...

(theres a sound near one of the beds, but far enough away to not startle them)

come over here for a second, and just... try to walk to where you hear my voice. but please do it slowly- it's like an invisible wall.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they perked up towards the sound- surprisingly enough, they followed Azalea's command, slowly standing up, and was shaky legs, stepped out of the bed-*

.... OKAY.

*they slowly listened, now fiddling with the deep'ish scratches on the back of her hand, slowly following Azalea's voice*

[prank-anon]

(there's nothing visibly there, but when putting your hand out, what you would feel is something absolutely textureless, but smooth. nothing to grip on or chip at, it's as if there wasn't anything there to feel. it was just a barrier, something you can't move past, like it was the air frozen in time and space)

You see... we can't exactly kill anyone directly with magic, so we have to get creative... if we have to kill with magic, we have to do it indirectly... so we mostly stick to defensive things. Prank thought this up when one hunting party was attacked by some bears, and it's been their favorite defensive move ever since... It's also the easiest, it takes a lot less magic to do than a lot of other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They instantly froze up, going on their tippy toes as their fur poofs up like a plush-*

OH-..... ouh- OH? ......

*They push their hands onto it, before fully leaning on it like a bed- using it for stability*

WELL THIS IS.... NEW-

[prank-anon]

It's really interesting how it works... its- well, it's not frozen, more like I just had to stop the air particles from moving, it's actually really-

(azalea was cut off by prank's entrance, their voice sounded uncharacteristically flat, and a bit spooked)

Hey azalea how's everything-

...

what the fuck happened while I was gone???

(They sound switched from flat to deflated. done, worried? like they were tired and just wanted the day to be done already. they sounded like they needed a hug and a nap)

[sergent-major-bistre]

HM. .. ... INTERESTING-

*they instantly stood straight, and pushed against the wall, towards Prank's voice*

BIRDY- Birdy?? Are you all right? What happened- what's wrong??

*The voice wins like an instant switch, soft like smooth wood, but cushioned nonetheless*

[prank-anon]

Prank... how much magic did you use...

(azalea sounds concerned, but like a concerned partner instead of a parent. also like they were about to go into a small lecture about safety and such)

Just- really bad day... and not too much magic... just- I'll be back here in my body in a minute

(and they were gone. they sounded like they were going to collapse. they really had had a bad day)

wait-! sigh

(they speak to the now prankless room)

how are you going to get here that quickly when getting in your body leaves you dizzy for ten minutes...

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They sniffled, leaning in with an increasingly concerned expression*

Birdy ...? What.... I- . .

*Their voice is every so slightly breaking, sad- worn out from crying and screaming probably*

..... I- BIRDY? BIRD- BIRDY WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO????

BIRDY-

*Their fur slowly poofed up- becoming so bristled that you could see the skin pepping through in tiny holes-*

*They started immediately repeating Prank's nickname-, scratching and rapidly walking along the air wall- panicked, angry?? Concerned most definitely*

[prank-anon]

(azalea drops the air wall)

hey, they'll be okay... they're just getting their body... we should probably unblock the door so they can get in...

(they're using their most calming voice)

oh dear... what did you do today sunshine...

[sergent-major-bistre]

. . .

I CAN GO GET THEM

*they immediately pushed pass the wall as it goes down, heading for the door before freezing, mid-grabbing handle*

*thiey look back at the egg for a moment, and get such a horrible doubting anxiety it forces them to let you go with the handle like it was burning-*

GO GET THEM, NOW.

*they instantly walk up to whoever Azalea's voice is, poofing up and looking as big as they possibly can- your voice is about the same as the one they usually Chartreuse whenever they first showed up*

[prank-anon]

ok... it's going to-

EUGH WHAT IS THIS, COLD COLD COLD AND WET EUGH

CLUNK

Sigh... well... they aren't too far away... oh dear... how did they get there so quickly...?

[sergent-major-bistre]

*Their hand goes quiet and side of their body as they instantly move to the door- their steps loud and thumping. They move quickly, but messily are they limping-?*

*They now stand in front of the door, up on their very tippies- ears perked up so high that they nearly graze the ceiling, ticking their inner ears the icy touch of a metal light fixture*

*They stare at the door completely dead-eyed and focused-. It looks almost concerningly zoned in- why do they care so damn much about a bean they barely met a week ago?*

[prank-anon]

(The door opens, pranks feet (which had been resting against the door) fall to the ground. They look tired, mildly pissed and slightly damp. That's what they get for standing right over where the mist gets pushed out)

Why the fuck does the hallway spray me with smelly cold mist.

(They sound like they're mad at the hallway. They look up at Bistre)

Hiiiiiii

Wow, they look taller than usual with their ears all pointed up like that! What the fuck happened to their hand!? Wait why are there bandages near their neck? Did plague doctor sneak something in during the surgery!?

What happened to you- are you okay?

(They sound concerned now. Still tired.)

[sergent-major-bistre]

Hey Bistre... deep breath, you're not going to die, I promise

@prank-anon

*they screech, and immediately scratch at the air wherever Azalea's voice is coming from- .... They freeze, immediately regretting it and pull the hand back, now scratching it rather than them*

YOU- YOU CAN'T GUARANTEE- YOU CAN'T YOU CAN'T-- IM FUCKING-- I'M SURROUNDED BY GOD DAMN-- I'M ABOUT TO GET WHAT'S BEEN COMING FOR ME FOR YEARS- YEARS

[prank-anon]

(Azalea doesn't even move at the scratch)

Oh dear... Please don't scratch your hand... you're going to hurt it...

(They carefully move a small bit closer)

And what do you mean "you're going to get what's been coming for you"...?

(Their using that voice parents use to soothe scared children)

[sergent-major-bistre]

*......*

*they don't react to the hand comment-*

THOSE IMPS-- THE- THE THE-- THEY WANT AMONGODMNIT REVENGE-- F-FOR EVERY LIFE I-- I-- IM GOING TO DIE

[prank-anon]

hey... I won't let them get you, okay...? they aren't going to get you. You're in a closed off room, and I'm not letting anyone else in, I won't let them kill you, you aren't going to die...

mods dammit prank should have told me more info! I don't even know what this breakdown is exactly about... they have trauma from imps obviously... the lives they took... their job must...- oh...

[sergent-major-bistre]

HOW???..

HOW YOU POSSIBLY DO THAT? THEY'RE EVERYWHERE, THEY'RE IN THE FOREST THEY'RE IN THE WALLS THEY'RE IN THE VENT- ITS NOT SAFE- IT-ITS-- ....... IT'S THEIR GOD DAMN PLAYGROUND HERE APPARENTLY-- SO MANY..... ALL OUT- ALL OUT TO GET ME!!

[prank-anon]

You're forgetting that even though I don't exactly like using magic... I still have magic and can use it... it can a bit wonky sometimes... I can try to teleport attackers away, shrink them, scare them off... I can even show you a defensive trick Prank taught me, it's their favorite defensive move and a lot easier to do than all the other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they seem to listen intently, I just tilting slightly off their hands loosen on the bed, but still tear it up-*

You can- DO THAT- AH-against those things?

[prank-anon]

yeah, I can do it to anyone really... hang on, just a second...

(theres a sound near one of the beds, but far enough away to not startle them)

come over here for a second, and just... try to walk to where you hear my voice. but please do it slowly- it's like an invisible wall.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*they perked up towards the sound- surprisingly enough, they followed Azalea's command, slowly standing up, and was shaky legs, stepped out of the bed-*

.... OKAY.

*they slowly listened, now fiddling with the deep'ish scratches on the back of her hand, slowly following Azalea's voice*

[prank-anon]

(there's nothing visibly there, but when putting your hand out, what you would feel is something absolutely textureless, but smooth. nothing to grip on or chip at, it's as if there wasn't anything there to feel. it was just a barrier, something you can't move past, like it was the air frozen in time and space)

You see... we can't exactly kill anyone directly with magic, so we have to get creative... if we have to kill with magic, we have to do it indirectly... so we mostly stick to defensive things. Prank thought this up when one hunting party was attacked by some bears, and it's been their favorite defensive move ever since... It's also the easiest, it takes a lot less magic to do than a lot of other things.

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They instantly froze up, going on their tippy toes as their fur poofs up like a plush-*

OH-..... ouh- OH? ......

*They push their hands onto it, before fully leaning on it like a bed- using it for stability*

WELL THIS IS.... NEW-

[prank-anon]

It's really interesting how it works... its- well, it's not frozen, more like I just had to stop the air particles from moving, it's actually really-

(azalea was cut off by prank's entrance, their voice sounded uncharacteristically flat, and a bit spooked)

Hey azalea how's everything-

...

what the fuck happened while I was gone???

(They sound switched from flat to deflated. done, worried? like they were tired and just wanted the day to be done already. they sounded like they needed a hug and a nap)

[sergent-major-bistre]

HM. .. ... INTERESTING-

*they instantly stood straight, and pushed against the wall, towards Prank's voice*

BIRDY- Birdy?? Are you all right? What happened- what's wrong??

*The voice wins like an instant switch, soft like smooth wood, but cushioned nonetheless*

[prank-anon]

Prank... how much magic did you use...

(azalea sounds concerned, but like a concerned partner instead of a parent. also like they were about to go into a small lecture about safety and such)

Just- really bad day... and not too much magic... just- I'll be back here in my body in a minute

(and they were gone. they sounded like they were going to collapse. they really had had a bad day)

wait-! sigh

(they speak to the now prankless room)

how are you going to get here that quickly when getting in your body leaves you dizzy for ten minutes...

[sergent-major-bistre]

*They sniffled, leaning in with an increasingly concerned expression*

Birdy ...? What.... I- . .

*Their voice is every so slightly breaking, sad- worn out from crying and screaming probably*

..... I- BIRDY? BIRD- BIRDY WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO????

BIRDY-

*Their fur slowly poofed up- becoming so bristled that you could see the skin pepping through in tiny holes-*

*They started immediately repeating Prank's nickname-, scratching and rapidly walking along the air wall- panicked, angry?? Concerned most definitely*

[prank-anon]

(azalea drops the air wall)

hey, they'll be okay... they're just getting their body... we should probably unblock the door so they can get in...

(they're using their most calming voice)

oh dear... what did you do today sunshine...

[sergent-major-bistre]

. . .

I CAN GO GET THEM

*they immediately pushed pass the wall as it goes down, heading for the door before freezing, mid-grabbing handle*

*thiey look back at the egg for a moment, and get such a horrible doubting anxiety it forces them to let you go with the handle like it was burning-*

GO GET THEM, NOW.

*they instantly walk up to whoever Azalea's voice is, poofing up and looking as big as they possibly can- your voice is about the same as the one they usually Chartreuse whenever they first showed up*

[prank-anon]

ok... it's going to-

EUGH WHAT IS THIS, COLD COLD COLD AND WET EUGH

CLUNK

Sigh... well... they aren't too far away... oh dear... how did they get there so quickly...?