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[cxnscience]

@aethergate said ; ”hey, so.. about your world…” / sora. boy explain what the fuck is wrong with that place.

Jiminy simply blinks at him for a few moments, expecting some sort of follow-up, but Sora offers none. Seems like a strange time to bring it up, is all - he wonders what prompted this. Frankly, he's not sure he's ever even really talked about his world at all to the rest of the gang. It's been a touchy subject for quite some time - understandably so, given what had happened to it. And, even now, it's difficult to think of it without sorely missing Pinocchio and the Lady (whatever became of her).

Though of course Jiminy had been informed of the world's waking some time ago during Sora and Riku's Mark of Mastery exam, even then it hadn't much affected him. After all, for some reason or another, he'd stayed put at Disney Castle even after it was restored.

"What about my world?" He prompts, with slight amusement, though his confusion is clear as he sets down the journal he's scribbling in. "You're not looking to take another trip, are you? I'm not sure there'll be much of anything new for you to see, Sora. From all accounts, the sleeping world wasn't too far off base from reality, believe it or not."

[fairestmusesofthemall]

@aethergate asked: ❝ what’s with that look? you don’t think i can do it? ❞ / zim to pleakly :] let the silly begin

Where did this kid come from and why were some of his mannerisms similar to the things Jumba did before he created the Evil Scientist Patch? It's probably not working but it's a hell of a placebo. He's down to three bouts of maniacal laughter a day. He's about Lilo's height... Just be nice. It's not like he's Myrtle. What's the worst that can happen? Bringing three noodly appendages up to impeccably lined lips, Auntie Pleakley gives a polite cough and then promptly sucks in too much air, starting to cough a little too much. "I'm fine. I'm fine! I don't need CPR... Unless Fabio is hiding in the bushes...!" A few more coughs and they've recovered with a wheeze. "It's a lot of big words and ideas!" Too smart. The Galactic Federation never mentioned earth children being smart. Lilo was smart, but that was different. This was... did that have something to do with this child being green? Maybe it was some mutation? Maybe Pleakley would be the first one to document it! Hyper-intelligent green earth children... Squinting for a moment, Pleakley began to study Zim with extra scrutiny. Wait a second. "...Where did you say you were an exchange student from...?"

[multimoth]

@aethergate said ; "What's going on up there?" / luka and martin for the shittiest verse ever.

Martin just about leaps out of his skin, whirling around and extending the hand that isn't holding up a torch, white-cold magic leaping at his fingertips expectantly and brow set worriedly into a scowl. He'd thought the dungeons were empty now - the guards had come after him, convinced still to perform their duty even under these dire circumstances - but the voice is clear and close.

He scans the room once, twice, and then spots the man hanging upon the wall, hands and feet shackled to the stone. He doubletakes, examining the dark corners of the rest of the room hurriedly. There are no other prisoners. It doesn't look as though there have been for a very long time - bones litter the bottom of the cages. He would think more distastefully of this town, a picture of neglect, if his heart were not burdened by the suffering he'd just witness above the dungeons of this keep.

"Dear Akatosh, how long have you been down here?" He breathes, rushing closer. The prisoner's initial question is momentarily disregarded, though the urgency of escaping the dragon still presses in the back of Martin's mind. He can't leave him here to die to the fires, when they eventually breach the walls. He can't believe he hasn't been freed already. "I apologize for not spotting you earlier, I..." he trails off and looks to the corner where he has (respectfully) piled the bodies of the guard's who attacked him. "...Do you know who held your keys? I don't mean to alarm you, and I promise I will do my best to explain, but we haven't much time to escape."

[rifleseye]

@aethergate asked

20. A memory of someone who is deceased ( idk how ancient the meme is and i KNOW its april fools bit time but what if im a little curious ... )

EXPERIENCE MEMORIES

Coldsnap is clear in his view as she picks him up from the ground.

He's scuffed his paint, his joints are sore, and he is so young his kibble has only just emerged. He's wide and blocky and struggling to adapt to this world not meant for wide and blocky.

Or maybe it's just this room.

His mentor sighs, though not out of frustration. Her voice is gentle, a stark contrast to how he hears her speak to others. "Slowly, ██████. Your alt-mode has only just emerged."

He, however, is most certainly frustrated with himself. "It should be easier. Transforming is supposed to come naturally to us." He stands on his own two feet now, looking down at them.

Coldsnap gestures for him to join her, sitting down at the bench. He hesitates, but does so. His frustration is visible in the way he huffs once, and then again, and then shifts restlessly from where he sits.

Trying not to cry.

Coldsnap stares at him for a moment before she rests a hand on his shoulder. "We often naturally transform, that is correct. But that does not mean the initial one is easy. There are times... newforges can struggle with it because while their body is designed for it, that does not mean your brain can figure it out. It may take time, but that is not a personal failure, ██████."

"I don't..." he huffs, "My brain works differently."

"Which is fine," his mentor says firmly, "Primus did not give us brain modules in order for us to think the same. Just as he gave us vocalizers to question."

He brings his knees to his chest, folding his arms on top of them and hiding his face away. Coldsnap takes this as a moment to pull him into a side-hug. "There is no need to rush yourself. You will get it in time."

He allows himself to calm in her embrace.

"Are you ready to try again?"

He shakes his head mutely.

"What do you want to do?"

"Mm... starmapping."

"Very well, brightspark."

Coldsnap nods and moves her free hand to take out a dataslate, she pulls up a hologram as specks of light fill the room. They can't see stars from down here, but it's a good enough imitation.

The turquoise of his mentor's forearms almost shine in this light.

[cxnscience]

@aethergate sent ; ❛ well, i’m sorry, but you should have been more careful. ❜ / axel

"I should've been more careful!" Jiminy springs up from where he'd ducked down upon the desk's surface, only just narrowly avoiding the pile of junk that was carelessly tossed onto it. "You're the one who almost flattened me with all that - that crap!"

Okay, so it's not actually junk, exactly, he can see how all those potions and whatnot could be useful for the training session he knows is planned for today (the castle has the benefit of having training grounds already in place for the royal guard - it works just as well for Keyblade wielders, Jiminy reckons).

"You got any idea what the prison sentence is for killing a member of the royal court?"

[cxnscience]

@aethergate sent ; "Can I have your autograph?" / from sunny

"Uh," at another time Jiminy might have been alarmed by the oversized mechanical thingy looming over him, all gangly-like and far too close for his liking. But he's been with Pinocchio and his occasionally off-putting, non-human movements, and his overall lack of personal space, for years now - years and years and years.

So he merely hops back a pace or two to give himself just a bit more distance, and then - oh! Then it clicks what he's asking; with bright eyes, he draws himself up straight, nearly all caution forgotten. Oh yeah. This is what it's all about. It's been ages since anybody wanted his autograph.

"Well I— an autograph, you say? From me? Gosh, I'm downright flattered! You've got no idea how long it's been since I got to shake hands with a fan. In a, uh, in a non-literal sense, of course, I don't really do much hand-shaking myself, but..."

[cxnscience]

continued from ( x ) with @aethergate

Jiminy just sort of stares at him for a while. He can't help it, the man's just being so weird about the whole thing. They hardly know one another, it's not like he can really cross him to begin with - nor did any of Jiminy's elaboration really have a point to it.

"Oh, no, I couldn't. Money's expensive - I mean, uh. Food. Food's expensive. And money's money. You've gotta work for it and all," he finally manages, flustered. "Besides, I - I, uh..."

He trails off and fidgets in place a bit. It's hard to find other arguments - he is hungry. Jiminy's gaze drifts around Luka and down the road.

"...Don't reckon they've got any buccellato, do you?"

[cxnscience]

m!a jiminy fucking dies against via a hawk this time

Hops up onto your windowsill.

"Hey! Did you hear about the—"