#ic: five

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@embraced-agony | continued from here

“Oh, for the love of fuck,” he mutters as they scurry away.  It is, perhaps, not a huge problem if they are in possession of a sharp object, since they cannot hurt themself with it.  The problem comes from the fact that they already have two sharp objects attached to them and don’t really need a third.

It isn’t worth warping after them, though, so he walks up to them calmly and normally.  He lays the toe of his shoe over one of their lashers, making sure to step lightly.  It isn’t his intention to hurt them, only pin them to the ground.  “Let me at least see it, and then maybe I’ll let you keep it.”

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@perceiivent​ said: “Jon: “So, you went to the mall and saw a sexy mannequin?” -FOR FIVE JKLADSFJSHF”

that’s his WIFE | accepting

“I found her on the ground, actually,” Five says, “where the department store used to be.”  It is a bit of a bittersweet memory, carrying with it both sadness and fondness.  On one hand, it was the moment he met the love of his life, the one that got him through everything.  On the other hand, it hurts to think about her half-buried in rubble, looking as broken as he was at the time.

“And she didn’t appeal to me because she’s sexy.”  His eyebrows raise.  “Although, she is, don’t get me wrong.”  Fingernails rap against the side of his cup.  The dynamic between him and Dolores is difficult for people to understand, although it is the easiest thing in the world for him to explain.  “She needed somebody to take care of her.  And I guess, so did I.”

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@musesthroughtheages​ said: “[ wall ] Eleven to Five, telekinesis vs teleportation time”

die in a fire | accepting

More alarming than the fact that he finds his back suddenly against the kitchen wall is the fact that he cannot get off the wall.  He can create a rift directly in front of him, but he cannot jump through it due to the invisble force she exerts on him.  So, he lets that one close and opens a new one behind him, allowing her to push him into the adjacent room.  Now, he can move forward again, so he steps into another portal and reappears in the kitchen behind her.

She’s startled, hardly a real threat, or at least that is his assessment of her body language.

“I guess someone somewhere would find that impressive, even if it was an overreaction.”  He turns and begins to search the cabinets for a jar of peanut butter.  “You’re like us, then.  You look a little young, though, so not exactly.”

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@unknowingshost​ said: “"Are you at /least/ going to find something nice for dear Dolores to wear? You can't just let her go around without something nice on!" - for five from ms nikola (unknowingshost) ;)”

“Dolores.”  The name falls from his lips slowly, like molasses.  It is one that he has not spoken aloud for a few weeks, not that she hasn’t been on his mind.

It is disconcerting that this other... thing knows about her, though.  He never introduced Dolores to anyone outside of his immediate family.  He doesn’t know what kind of answer it’s expecting, so he mumbles through the truth.  “I told the manager to get her something with sequins.”

He inches towards the closet, where his gun is, not wanting to make any sudden movements in case he alerts its suspicions.  “Why do you care?” he asks.  “And what are you doing in my room?  How’d you get in here?”  He had triple-checked to make sure his window was locked, and there doesn’t appear to be any signs of forced entry.

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@bystcrdust​ said: “« you are missing a golden opportunity to sever my arm while i’m preoccupied with overconfident blather. » //five time >:)”

homestuck? in MY 2020? (aranea) | accepting

“Trust me, I’m not missing anything,” he says.  “If I wanted your arm severed, it’d be severed, but I’m feeling generous today, given the circumstances.”  As much of a pest as she can be, it is (unfortunately) not worth mortally wounding her over.

“You really have nothing better to do than pick fights you can’t win.  Don’t most kids your age have—I don’t know—hobbies?  Even alien kids?”

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@embraced-agony | continued from here

There is no possible way that that is an echo.  It is too clear, like someone speaking back to him in his own voice.  Not to mention the added ‘anyone.’  If it is another survivor, they are a damn good impressionist and fancy themselves a comedian.

He has been trying to preserve the battery in his flashlight, but this seems like an appropriate time to use it.  He spins around, waving the beam up and down the aisle, frantically searching.  “Hello?  That’s not funny,” he tells them, voice equal parts irritation and trepidation.

His tone softens into something more apologetic when he remembers that he is supposed to be trying to make friends with the other survivors.  “I don’t want to hurt you.  There’s plenty of food here; we can share it.”  He takes a couple of unsteady steps down the aisle.  “You can come out...”