5542: This. But seriously... Why is it almost always that dumb "biting you biting you killing you shoving your face in a bear trap brb gonna get some choccy milk uwu" baby talk? All they do is that, then when someone calls them out for saying they wished someone would die, or all the mob browbeating, they just say "it's just a joke lol it's not that serious".
Half the time I think they're telling the truth too, which is just even more royally fucked up.
It was a good suggestion to leave the safe comforts of the motel to fish for some functional physical disguises. The purple cobweb patterned cardigan that’s been partially eaten by moths is really nice and makes you feel at home but its not a very good look for the plane you’re currently in. Thankfully you’ve got about a stupid large amount of money from dad so that can be dealt with no issue. Audrey declared the meeting spot to be at the fountain so as soon as you’re done changing from your old cardigan to the soft flannel you leave the shop, facing Mr Bones who’s been waiting at the entrance. You ask him to hold on to your cardigan since you haven’t brought your trusty backpack with you and he puts it in his strap-bag. He remarks your excitement and you respond with a twinge of enthusiasm that you haven’t felt in quite a while. I guess that’s what simple materialistic pleasures give you huh.
After you’re both all ready to go you hook Barolds’ elbow and interlock it with yours to which he responds with visible surprise but didn’t seem to mind at all and you head in the direction of the fountain, talking as you go. You strike a conversation like its second nature and it surprises you. You never thought that talking with someone can be this easy. You suppose that all you had to do was find the right company….. You ask him a simple question and the conversation drifts and paints the mood to a more grim tone…
Best this conversation could be described as, is undead solidarity. You both quickly exchange your experiences with undeath - similar memory issues. You regret leading this conversation to something so gloomy but before it escalates further you hear Mr Bones say:
- “I- Don’t feel bad for making me sentimental- it’s not your fault or anything!”
“You help me in more ways than you may realize”
You feel warmth spread inside your chest and it leaks into a caring smile on your face:
“Im glad to hear that..” you say softly and squeeze Bones’ elbow more tightly with appreciation that came from the deepest corners of your soul.
The connection felt through the interlocked elbows made both the undead feel like they’re not alone anymore. How cheesy wouldn’t it sound but they had found each other and clicked right in just like 2 pieces of a puzzle. Gentle orange flicker of the neon signs in the late night chill adding to the picture of comfortable silence that the two drown their voices into just to enjoy their presence in the world.
Session 7: Mr Bones, Mr Bones, what do you see?
A PRETTY BOY!!!
- "Fair ‘nough, lead the way Mr. Fleshie. - Terry nods and this causes you to snap out of your brief hypnosis and glare at him. Mr Bones only rolls his eyes in response, turns his back and leads the group inside the store.
- "Well he cant very well be "Mr. Bones" anymore now can he?"
- "You are correct in the way that nobody likes, Terry" - you say.
- "Its better than being incorrect and playing to everybody's lies," Terry retorted
- "Ok, smartass" - you drop rolling your eyes and leave the conversation by putting the disguise ring on and entering the store.
The jingle of the hanging door bell announces your presence. So far nothing other than the huge poles with long wires planted on the side of the strangely smooth road felt alien to you but now, you feel completely out of place... yet... very curious. You take off your hood but still clutch to your cardigan to cover up the obscene amount of bandages on your torso and walk at a leisurely pace taking in the new surroundings like a tourist.. You approach Mr Bones from the side. The cardigan flows forward slightly as Zidane stops, coincidentally trailing against Barold's legs.
- "I've only heard Dad talk about this while I was half-asleep.” you say while quickly looking up at the top shelves and then turning your head to face your guide.
- “Mind if I follow you around, partner?"
You see Mr Bones’s face is covered in pink flush as he stammers out
- "I- Yes. I was going to get you- uh- something anyways"
And after that quick exchange he leads you to the fridge/freezer aisle. You walk by his side and you can pretty easily see he's blushing since you aren't directly behind him and have a decent view of his face...
“He is very charming” - you think and catch yourself on the spot. No matter how hard you try to keep yourself unattached - Mr Barold Brunswick Bones keeps happening to you and actually? Maybe its fine. You don’t really mind if not completely wish for it to keep happening to you.
Forgive me, my little invention for I have underestimated the gods, dared to challenge them while fully aware of what they’re capable of. Angered them and now an innocent soul is going to be the one paying the full price. I’ve made a grave mistake and now Im out of my mind ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa........
aka Mod SD dared DM Gore to scare em and their own hubris backfired on em - we’re fucked. Or, well, at the very least Im fucked. Weather or not this shit will affect others and to what extent is unknown.
Just when you thought that everything is finally going smooth, just when your sixth sense has stopped tugging at your spine and anxiety subsided TERRY OF ALL PEOPLE HAD TO HAPPEN!!! It was like his hardware or whatever machine part got completely fried and he went off in the middle of the street which you had to immediately RETREAT FROM. Into a fishy looking alley following a questionable woman. The silence that Hayate’s spell conjured was unbearable due to how many thoughts you were able to hear buzzing inside your head like a disturbed wasp nest. You were mad as fuck already due to Terry’s unexpected temper tantrum because you’ve been nearly exposed because of him. But when the stranger that lead you to the alley has broke dads rings and actually did expose your true monster forms - that’s when you were truly scared.
The woman introduced herself as Audrey and was also wearing a disguise that she dispelled afterwards as a.. “show of trust” and even offered her own rings for sale. Neither you or Terry had any trust towards the bunny person but...
- "I dont think we have much of a choice here" - you say with a furrowed brow. Mr Bones steps in to support your claim.
- "I agree. I think these are our best bet..." The skeleton looks pointedly at the rings, then back up at Audrey's face, waving his hands in a 'no-no- im good' sort of way. "I'm fine, though. Uhm.. I won't be purchasing anything"
You couldn’t trust Audrey... but you were all out of options. If only you could somehow make sure that the rings she’s offering aren’t a trap and wouldn’t outright kill you on the spot. OH! Maybe this could work. Hayate and Terry’s voices get muffled when you focus on the spell you want to cast. Putting hands behind your back you cast Detect Magic paired with a Subtle Spell. You didnt want anyone to see you’re casting this. Especially not Audrey or the gorgon girl Euryale. You feel 3 translucent golden rings appear on your pinkie finger for a short moment. They glow and break apart leaving faint sparkles and the place around you... is bare of magic. As it should be, you were told but its still an odd sight. The only exceptions were your travel companions and the rings in Audreys paws. You look at them more closely and... they weren’t trap rings.
- "I'm sorry. I hope you understand why I’m suspicious and see our situation here. We have just arrived and.. you seem like you're experienced in plane jumping but we, its our first time.." - you quickly mumble out slightly under your breath
and feeling shame over how quick you were to accuse this person of having evil intentions.
However part of the weight that has been pressing on you from all directions has left you alone and made you able to exhale in relief.
Session 6: Encouragement, written, spoken and long forgotten.
You nearly ran down the hallway after you acquired the sacred piece of paper in fear of Hayate possibly opening the door to witness you in your full insecure glory. But it seems you’re safe for now. You open the note and read the response as you descend down the staircase and your eyebrow furrows with determination. Now that that’s outta the way you can finally do what you’ve been planning to do ever since you came back. Its a recent but a really nice tradition that you just cant afford to break.
It takes you a bit but you find him in the library. Its like a second home to him you've noticed. The cloak was usually either hanging on Dad's arm chair or around his shoulders. You know that all you have to do to talk to Dad is to touch the gem but do you put the whole cloak on? And of course you do put the whole ensemble on and feel powerful in it. Then lightly tap the gem with a faint grin spreading on your face and anticipation growing inside your chest.
As you think about dad with the gem on your chest, you feel your consciousness being sucked through your hand and into the gem. And you arrive in your dad's "apartment" as he calls it. You don't know the specifics of the situation but you know that both of your dad's have been trying to break him out of here for a long while but there's more pressing matters at stake. You don’t see him initially but you do feel him as he sweeps you in a hug from behind:
- "Zidane my boy! What brings you here today?" he asks before setting you back down. You turn around and you see your second dad. An Icy blue Dragonborn with long dreads decorated with various silver rings and bands. He was only wearing 3 of his 7 coats you usually see him in. His sleeves were also rolled up, showing off his impressive scales and arms. They were lightly covered in flower and you look down, you are now also covered in flower.
You smile with your eye at the sight of Deoch. Your grin remaining still.
- "I came back with fresh stories!" then pick up a flower and hold it to your lips feeling the soft petals against your rough skin.
Its a rare sensation but for a few seconds you swear that you felt your chest filling up with confidence from somewhere deep within your soul that seems odd but familiar and the comforting weight of the cloak on your shoulders as well as Deoch’s reassuring presence only added to the overall feeling of being at peace with yourself.
Session 9: Forcefully Encloseted but Willingly Open
Truth be spoken the game of Truth or Dare has been fun so far though you weren’t as involved in it as others were because you needed to document whatever has happened during the day. The game was quite distracting however and at some point you gave up trying to write serious notes in your notebook so the pages slowly started filling up with doodles. So far the game has forced you to: 1. Tell the embarrassing but undeniably fun story about how you got stuck on a chandelier one day. 2. Dare Euryale to let you pet her snakes. 3. Get informed of the names of said snakes which you have to thank your best buddy Mr Bones for. 4. Witness your brother engaging in sloppy makeouts with Hayate during the process of which you had to take a swig of your wine and leave to the bathroom only to come back to Bitch daring Mr Bones to play a 7 minutes of heaven game with you?? You were told the rules which were.. quite simple even for your intoxicated dumb brain yet you felt that there’s some kind of context missing judging by how Barold was reacting to this dare... But as you were trying to figure that out:
- “Ooookayy, since neither of you will make the decision, I will for you-" Hayate sighs before getting up, just grabbing you by the back of the shirt first - causing you to yelp, then walking up to Mr Bones grabbing him too and picking both of you up with a little bit of a terrifying ease. After casually walking to the hallway closet and seeing Bitch running ahead to open the closet door Hayate smiles as he dropped you both in the closet "You can come out in seven minutes. Have fun~" he just purrs before letting Bitch close the door.
Bones immediately begins blushing even more and you feel your ears starting to vibrate.
- "I- Uhm-" he glances to the side, "We don't need to do anything, not that I'd- Uhm- This is strange-" Then, flinching hard at the loud echo of you slamming into the wall.
YOU WERE TOO CLOSE! HE LOOKED DIRECTLY AT YOU AND YOU WERE TOO CLOSE TO HIS FACE TO NOT START PANICKING and frantically scrambling backwards trying to distance yourself from Barold, your back coincidentally impacting against the wall behind you. In addition to that, the space around you feels tight on your neck when your brain finally catches up with the reality of your mild claustrophobia. Bones reacts putting out a tentative hand.
- "Oh no, are you okay? Apologies- I didn't think- I- Uhm," He retracts his hand and tries to push himself further into the corner. "Let's just.. Uhm.. Talk- Or something"
God, that sounds so good his voice that is you’ll be more than glad to talk and distract yourself from the thoughts of your sarcophagus what a great excuse to hear his voice more "Talking.. sounds good... Do you have... a topic?" your breathing pattern uneven as you reply. - “Oh my god I probably stink like a motherfucker Im sorry" - mummy in an enclosed space? Not very attractive when you know what it takes to prepare a mummy. Surprisingly (or maybe not) Bones waves his hands no, he doesn’t mind the smell... He suggests you both ask each other questions and.. that’s exactly how you decide to spend these 7 and more minutes in this closet.
Dared and physically locked by outside force but truthful and open to each other once they’re alone unafraid of showing what lies in their souls.
