#irakitminthy

[chimericarchitect]

Nadire is bringing me something to cover up with while Irakit is making me a thing, I have generous friends.

[bukbot]

Capital cabbages

Mama goats 🐐 lick 👅 their newborn 🐣babies clean✨.

[carnivalsoration]

Ringleader: Do some research

You are angry. You are furiously, unfathomable angry. You haven't been this furious in a while, which is inconvenient because you don't really have the time to calm down. As much as you want to smash and rend flesh, you are forced into stasis.

Irakit has gone off to rescue a kidnapped Saness. And didn't tell you. Because she is stupid.

Irakit has likely fallen prey to whoever took Saness. Because she didn't tell you. Because she is stupid.

Hexx is smart. Enough. For now, to serve your purposes. He is a tool, and you intend to use him to full effectiveness, to track down your prey, and what has been stolen from you.

After a conversation with the only person Irakit bothered to tell (someone who could do nothing, of course), you bid Hexx to give you coordinates that he can't quite decipher. She is in The Game. You know people who have been in The Game. But, gods or no gods, you will handle this on your own. She is Yours. And so is her captor.

Still, you ask Velius to use the device of his, from the game, to do some research. You assure him that someone has indeed been naughty, that Wicked will not disapprove (if he does, you will have something to remind him of) and that Velius should not be involved. Kidnapping means Velius gets intrusive, which isn't good for him or for you. Not this moment at least.

You get a quick crash course, here is how to make it move around, here is where it spits out coordinates, here is how to transport things. And then you shoo him out of the room as friendly as you can while you boil with rage, all sharp smiles and no small amount of red bleeding into your gaze. And then you input the coordinates that Hexx gave you, so you may take a look around.

[song-of-anadiplosis]

At least Irakit used the right blog, but nooooo, Nadire has to be all “horny on main,” he has a reputation to consider.

[thegreasygremlin]

@irakitminthy @themagican0n @allcatsaregreyt @tackytak

wwhy hello evveryone and wwelcome to my darlin blog 0ww0

my names theo wwho are you all??????

[allcatsaregreyt]

After talking with Ringleader, he brings up suspicion on a second person. Irakit, huh. You know her, sort of. Saness’s friend, made your clothes for prom. He wants you to hack her, which you agree to, because you already have the programs open to do it. Plus, what would it hurt?

While you get those protocols filled and started, he asks you to hack foxyespionage, so you get a separate run started on that one too. 

This takes a minute, but with Irakit’s account, you’re finding a lot of the same as Saness. The other blog, belonging to a troll called “Pumkit”, had the standard readings. That’s just someone’s blog. Two someones, actually. You’re not any happier when you return back to Ringleader.

[seafoamsweetheart-blog]

@damnedbones @wicked-honktraband @consortedprince @jadebloodgoth @strenuus-venator @signlss @irakitminthy

Tokyo Mew Mew again tonig)(t? 38?

Jade, Marnie, I know you two )(ave a date boat if you want you can still join if you're back in tide. If naut, )(ave fun, you two!!! 38D

I'll )(ave --Emil's wrigglers watc)(ing too. T)(ey need to be introduced to magical gills.

//tagging @psiclyops oocly if "Paul" wants to join again too.

[stormpainter]

==> Use your powers

He fiddled with the amulet, smoothing his fingers against it. The world seemed larger than usual, with his smaller height, and the air was cold against his skin in a way it hadn't been before, making him shiver. He'd experianced it before, when he was human, but it was strange to be something else than what he was. Despite some vague yerning to be a middle casted troll he'd occasionally had.

He wondered if it were cold where he were going, briefly, before shaking it off and heading to the coordinates his moirail had given him. His wings, normally a beautiful purple hue that matched his eyes were a shocking deep red, flickering behind him. He almost looked like some sort of spirit of christmas in his greens and reds.

He didn't spend too much time examining the base, his moirail got a kiss, before he got down to business, and his other quadrants too if he spotted them. He had one objective: The plague ridden troll he'd been promised would be here.

Antony examined the blighted woman with his eyes, noting all the little things his special eyes could pick up, and filing them away to examin against his data when he was done.

His stance shifted, hands clasped behind his back, a parade rest as he stopped paying attention with his eyes, and started paying attention with his mind. He reached out with his powers, and tried to sort out what was the fire inside her that was *her* and what was the plague that was eating her. He grasped the energy as he identified it and took in a deep breath- and *reached* with his mind to begin connecting first one at a time then faster and faster, closing his eyes tightly as his power spun out from inside him and drew from his core, a fine gossimer web of doom over the world.  Chance trembled in balance and he bit his lip, blood tricking down his chin as he began to drink in the angry tempus of the rage that ate at this world and destroyed it, he drew it in, he filled himself with it, he flooded his own body and senses untill he trembled at the seems with it and felt like he would tear apart from inside. He fell to his knees, a cry torn roughly from his throat, and the air sparked around him with lightening, the air whipping up into a storm around his body, pushing people away as he lost control of the power he was pulling into himself and it flared out.

He couldn't seem to hold it, it was tearing the area around him apart wildly as a tempest tried to physically manifest where he was, boiling in the air around him with howling wind rain and lightning. He desperately clawed for control- and got it, directing the energy *Out* of the building and into the sky  to boil into a storm from there, channeling it away from them- although unable to keep it from turning violent outside. A tropical storm to replace a plague.

When he was empty, and there was nothing more he could do he collapsed gently.