☆

Here to satiate my curiousity. And yours, I suppose. [Hatchetfield Roleplay Acc]

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Once upon a Time—★

★No. No, no, I've already messed up. There was no Time. No Space. No Gods, no Creatures, no Earth; nothing.★

★Once Upon, a Star was born.★

⋆˖⁺‧₊☾𖤓☽₊‧⁺˖⋆

*We're back. :)

*For the newer ones, my name is Twinkle, and I'll be your mod for this ride. All pronouns.

*The Star Man up there's a little shit. Nice, then mean. Kind, then cruel. He stays petty. And he stays curious. But, of course, he's got his skeletons in the closet. Secrets he won't share.

*How far would you go to find those secrets?

*How curious are you?

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You speak when I address you is that clear-

Wiggog nods curtly, placing the crown back on and rubbing absently at one of its jewels as he’d done many times before. There’s a small…wave he feels at that. Familiar, but tinier, in him. Around him? It’s been…so long, he finds with a start he isn’t able to fully tell anymore. Swallowing that unpleasantness back down, he focuses on the bit he can feel, drawing it closer together.

…H’llo.

The small tendril of a tentacle slinks from somewhere in the shadows. With it comes an energy that’s, simply put, angry. It grates by its existence alone, a rushing buzz. The tentacle itself seems far from, though, curling around Wiggly’s hand gently and willingly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...there you go. It works."

☆It works! It works! I didn't know if it would!☆

☆Relax. Calm yourself.☆

☆This is...great.☆

☆...Why? You don't like them.☆

☆If we can give other's enegies with an Artifact, we can take.☆

☆...oh.☆

☆Hey, um. Drunkard? I'm curious about something.☆

"...Wiggly. I've got a question. If y'wanna answer."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand the tentacle wraps around squeezes it back when he looks over, eyes darkening.

What?

He’s going to take it, something happened and he saw something wrong and he’ll take the crown and break it and of course he would do that, because why would he ever-

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...if you want to answer."

☆A pause.☆

"Why are you here by yourself? I don't think your brothers are too keen on splitting up right now. I haven't really been watchin' you all, so I'm genuinely asking. Just in case I sounded..."

☆Insincere?☆

"...like a bitch."

☆Okay.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand loosens a little.

…We talked. All of us. It went poorly.

None of them were on ‘good’ speaking terms, no matter how often they still did their routines.

I told you they were scared. I’m not.

He was. Just as much as all the others, he was. Wiggly bites his lip.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life in eternal pain. The others don’t want to talk to you, then I will.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"..."

☆...☆

☆...well!☆

"...Oh, I really do like you."

☆It's hard to tell if this is positive or not.☆

☆He tilts his head, blinking at this new information.☆

"Alright. So they've, I assume, given up? Your their brother, tell me— what are the chances they'd change their minds if they could have an Artifact?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

How much force would it take to make his lip bleed? He can imagine the coppery taste already.

Changing their minds would be hard. But it would help.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆Hm. Stubborn.☆

☆Remind you of someone?☆

☆They all do.☆

"Alright. Here's to hoping you're a convincing guy."

☆Wanna leave on a good note?☆

"Oh, small news for you, by the way— I still cannot see Wiley. Or any of your fuzzy little friends. They're real good at hiding, seeing as I've got millions of working eyes. Chances are, your Father'll never find them."

☆Is that good?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Those millions of working eyes catch the relieved dip of his shoulders at the news.

They’re…not friends.

The tentacle crawls up higher, and he sighs softly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"I'm not calling them 'Sniggles,' Y'wrath."

☆See, it sounds as a joke, but he's 100% serious.☆

"...I genuinely do not know what they are, actually."

☆They're like. Yk. Snorfie poos☆

"Oh, shut up."

☆lol☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog glares a little.

They’re…bird-like creatures and…I’m not having this conversation with you.

He doesn’t exactly know either. How long ago was the first one made? Too long.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He smiles. Just a bit.☆

"Eh, alright. Fair enough. Oh, and, uh, by the way, I'm Belial. The— the body, I mean. Might as well tell you."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

‘Belial’.

He mumbles it. So it was Tony, Isaac, Basilia, Belial…

And a fifth piece. He decides he doesn’t want to keep him there any longer than needed to ask about it.

Right. OK. Noted.

The tentacle uncurls from his hand, and he visibly stiffens, eyeing it as it retreats back from the corner it came from.

…Guess it won’t stay.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...might be due to the amount of energy. If you ever find any more, I could add more to the crown."

☆But that's something for later. He's got people to eat and creatures to watch.☆

"I'll be goin' now. Antío, fýkia."

☆A cunning smile and a few steps back is all he needs to vanish.☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You speak when I address you is that clear-

Wiggog nods curtly, placing the crown back on and rubbing absently at one of its jewels as he’d done many times before. There’s a small…wave he feels at that. Familiar, but tinier, in him. Around him? It’s been…so long, he finds with a start he isn’t able to fully tell anymore. Swallowing that unpleasantness back down, he focuses on the bit he can feel, drawing it closer together.

…H’llo.

The small tendril of a tentacle slinks from somewhere in the shadows. With it comes an energy that’s, simply put, angry. It grates by its existence alone, a rushing buzz. The tentacle itself seems far from, though, curling around Wiggly’s hand gently and willingly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...there you go. It works."

☆It works! It works! I didn't know if it would!☆

☆Relax. Calm yourself.☆

☆This is...great.☆

☆...Why? You don't like them.☆

☆If we can give other's enegies with an Artifact, we can take.☆

☆...oh.☆

☆Hey, um. Drunkard? I'm curious about something.☆

"...Wiggly. I've got a question. If y'wanna answer."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand the tentacle wraps around squeezes it back when he looks over, eyes darkening.

What?

He’s going to take it, something happened and he saw something wrong and he’ll take the crown and break it and of course he would do that, because why would he ever-

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...if you want to answer."

☆A pause.☆

"Why are you here by yourself? I don't think your brothers are too keen on splitting up right now. I haven't really been watchin' you all, so I'm genuinely asking. Just in case I sounded..."

☆Insincere?☆

"...like a bitch."

☆Okay.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand loosens a little.

…We talked. All of us. It went poorly.

None of them were on ‘good’ speaking terms, no matter how often they still did their routines.

I told you they were scared. I’m not.

He was. Just as much as all the others, he was. Wiggly bites his lip.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life in eternal pain. The others don’t want to talk to you, then I will.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"..."

☆...☆

☆...well!☆

"...Oh, I really do like you."

☆It's hard to tell if this is positive or not.☆

☆He tilts his head, blinking at this new information.☆

"Alright. So they've, I assume, given up? Your their brother, tell me— what are the chances they'd change their minds if they could have an Artifact?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

How much force would it take to make his lip bleed? He can imagine the coppery taste already.

Changing their minds would be hard. But it would help.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆Hm. Stubborn.☆

☆Remind you of someone?☆

☆They all do.☆

"Alright. Here's to hoping you're a convincing guy."

☆Wanna leave on a good note?☆

"Oh, small news for you, by the way— I still cannot see Wiley. Or any of your fuzzy little friends. They're real good at hiding, seeing as I've got millions of working eyes. Chances are, your Father'll never find them."

☆Is that good?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Those millions of working eyes catch the relieved dip of his shoulders at the news.

They’re…not friends.

The tentacle crawls up higher, and he sighs softly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"I'm not calling them 'Sniggles,' Y'wrath."

☆See, it sounds as a joke, but he's 100% serious.☆

"...I genuinely do not know what they are, actually."

☆They're like. Yk. Snorfie poos☆

"Oh, shut up."

☆lol☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog glares a little.

They’re…bird-like creatures and…I’m not having this conversation with you.

He doesn’t exactly know either. How long ago was the first one made? Too long.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He smiles. Just a bit.☆

"Eh, alright. Fair enough. Oh, and, uh, by the way, I'm Belial. The— the body, I mean. Might as well tell you."

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You speak when I address you is that clear-

Wiggog nods curtly, placing the crown back on and rubbing absently at one of its jewels as he’d done many times before. There’s a small…wave he feels at that. Familiar, but tinier, in him. Around him? It’s been…so long, he finds with a start he isn’t able to fully tell anymore. Swallowing that unpleasantness back down, he focuses on the bit he can feel, drawing it closer together.

…H’llo.

The small tendril of a tentacle slinks from somewhere in the shadows. With it comes an energy that’s, simply put, angry. It grates by its existence alone, a rushing buzz. The tentacle itself seems far from, though, curling around Wiggly’s hand gently and willingly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...there you go. It works."

☆It works! It works! I didn't know if it would!☆

☆Relax. Calm yourself.☆

☆This is...great.☆

☆...Why? You don't like them.☆

☆If we can give other's enegies with an Artifact, we can take.☆

☆...oh.☆

☆Hey, um. Drunkard? I'm curious about something.☆

"...Wiggly. I've got a question. If y'wanna answer."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand the tentacle wraps around squeezes it back when he looks over, eyes darkening.

What?

He’s going to take it, something happened and he saw something wrong and he’ll take the crown and break it and of course he would do that, because why would he ever-

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...if you want to answer."

☆A pause.☆

"Why are you here by yourself? I don't think your brothers are too keen on splitting up right now. I haven't really been watchin' you all, so I'm genuinely asking. Just in case I sounded..."

☆Insincere?☆

"...like a bitch."

☆Okay.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand loosens a little.

…We talked. All of us. It went poorly.

None of them were on ‘good’ speaking terms, no matter how often they still did their routines.

I told you they were scared. I’m not.

He was. Just as much as all the others, he was. Wiggly bites his lip.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life in eternal pain. The others don’t want to talk to you, then I will.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"..."

☆...☆

☆...well!☆

"...Oh, I really do like you."

☆It's hard to tell if this is positive or not.☆

☆He tilts his head, blinking at this new information.☆

"Alright. So they've, I assume, given up? Your their brother, tell me— what are the chances they'd change their minds if they could have an Artifact?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

How much force would it take to make his lip bleed? He can imagine the coppery taste already.

Changing their minds would be hard. But it would help.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆Hm. Stubborn.☆

☆Remind you of someone?☆

☆They all do.☆

"Alright. Here's to hoping you're a convincing guy."

☆Wanna leave on a good note?☆

"Oh, small news for you, by the way— I still cannot see Wiley. Or any of your fuzzy little friends. They're real good at hiding, seeing as I've got millions of working eyes. Chances are, your Father'll never find them."

☆Is that good?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Those millions of working eyes catch the relieved dip of his shoulders at the news.

They’re…not friends.

The tentacle crawls up higher, and he sighs softly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"I'm not calling them 'Sniggles,' Y'wrath."

☆See, it sounds as a joke, but he's 100% serious.☆

"...I genuinely do not know what they are, actually."

☆They're like. Yk. Snorfie poos☆

"Oh, shut up."

☆lol☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You speak when I address you is that clear-

Wiggog nods curtly, placing the crown back on and rubbing absently at one of its jewels as he’d done many times before. There’s a small…wave he feels at that. Familiar, but tinier, in him. Around him? It’s been…so long, he finds with a start he isn’t able to fully tell anymore. Swallowing that unpleasantness back down, he focuses on the bit he can feel, drawing it closer together.

…H’llo.

The small tendril of a tentacle slinks from somewhere in the shadows. With it comes an energy that’s, simply put, angry. It grates by its existence alone, a rushing buzz. The tentacle itself seems far from, though, curling around Wiggly’s hand gently and willingly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...there you go. It works."

☆It works! It works! I didn't know if it would!☆

☆Relax. Calm yourself.☆

☆This is...great.☆

☆...Why? You don't like them.☆

☆If we can give other's enegies with an Artifact, we can take.☆

☆...oh.☆

☆Hey, um. Drunkard? I'm curious about something.☆

"...Wiggly. I've got a question. If y'wanna answer."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand the tentacle wraps around squeezes it back when he looks over, eyes darkening.

What?

He’s going to take it, something happened and he saw something wrong and he’ll take the crown and break it and of course he would do that, because why would he ever-

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...if you want to answer."

☆A pause.☆

"Why are you here by yourself? I don't think your brothers are too keen on splitting up right now. I haven't really been watchin' you all, so I'm genuinely asking. Just in case I sounded..."

☆Insincere?☆

"...like a bitch."

☆Okay.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand loosens a little.

…We talked. All of us. It went poorly.

None of them were on ‘good’ speaking terms, no matter how often they still did their routines.

I told you they were scared. I’m not.

He was. Just as much as all the others, he was. Wiggly bites his lip.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life in eternal pain. The others don’t want to talk to you, then I will.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"..."

☆...☆

☆...well!☆

"...Oh, I really do like you."

☆It's hard to tell if this is positive or not.☆

☆He tilts his head, blinking at this new information.☆

"Alright. So they've, I assume, given up? Your their brother, tell me— what are the chances they'd change their minds if they could have an Artifact?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

How much force would it take to make his lip bleed? He can imagine the coppery taste already.

Changing their minds would be hard. But it would help.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆Hm. Stubborn.☆

☆Remind you of someone?☆

☆They all do.☆

"Alright. Here's to hoping you're a convincing guy."

☆Wanna leave on a good note?☆

"Oh, small news for you, by the way— I still cannot see Wiley. Or any of your fuzzy little friends. They're real good at hiding, seeing as I've got millions of working eyes. Chances are, your Father'll never find them."

☆Is that good?☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You speak when I address you is that clear-

Wiggog nods curtly, placing the crown back on and rubbing absently at one of its jewels as he’d done many times before. There’s a small…wave he feels at that. Familiar, but tinier, in him. Around him? It’s been…so long, he finds with a start he isn’t able to fully tell anymore. Swallowing that unpleasantness back down, he focuses on the bit he can feel, drawing it closer together.

…H’llo.

The small tendril of a tentacle slinks from somewhere in the shadows. With it comes an energy that’s, simply put, angry. It grates by its existence alone, a rushing buzz. The tentacle itself seems far from, though, curling around Wiggly’s hand gently and willingly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...there you go. It works."

☆It works! It works! I didn't know if it would!☆

☆Relax. Calm yourself.☆

☆This is...great.☆

☆...Why? You don't like them.☆

☆If we can give other's enegies with an Artifact, we can take.☆

☆...oh.☆

☆Hey, um. Drunkard? I'm curious about something.☆

"...Wiggly. I've got a question. If y'wanna answer."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand the tentacle wraps around squeezes it back when he looks over, eyes darkening.

What?

He’s going to take it, something happened and he saw something wrong and he’ll take the crown and break it and of course he would do that, because why would he ever-

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...if you want to answer."

☆A pause.☆

"Why are you here by yourself? I don't think your brothers are too keen on splitting up right now. I haven't really been watchin' you all, so I'm genuinely asking. Just in case I sounded..."

☆Insincere?☆

"...like a bitch."

☆Okay.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand loosens a little.

…We talked. All of us. It went poorly.

None of them were on ‘good’ speaking terms, no matter how often they still did their routines.

I told you they were scared. I’m not.

He was. Just as much as all the others, he was. Wiggly bites his lip.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life in eternal pain. The others don’t want to talk to you, then I will.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"..."

☆...☆

☆...well!☆

"...Oh, I really do like you."

☆It's hard to tell if this is positive or not.☆

☆He tilts his head, blinking at this new information.☆

"Alright. So they've, I assume, given up? Your their brother, tell me— what are the chances they'd change their minds if they could have an Artifact?"

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You speak when I address you is that clear-

Wiggog nods curtly, placing the crown back on and rubbing absently at one of its jewels as he’d done many times before. There’s a small…wave he feels at that. Familiar, but tinier, in him. Around him? It’s been…so long, he finds with a start he isn’t able to fully tell anymore. Swallowing that unpleasantness back down, he focuses on the bit he can feel, drawing it closer together.

…H’llo.

The small tendril of a tentacle slinks from somewhere in the shadows. With it comes an energy that’s, simply put, angry. It grates by its existence alone, a rushing buzz. The tentacle itself seems far from, though, curling around Wiggly’s hand gently and willingly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...there you go. It works."

☆It works! It works! I didn't know if it would!☆

☆Relax. Calm yourself.☆

☆This is...great.☆

☆...Why? You don't like them.☆

☆If we can give other's enegies with an Artifact, we can take.☆

☆...oh.☆

☆Hey, um. Drunkard? I'm curious about something.☆

"...Wiggly. I've got a question. If y'wanna answer."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The hand the tentacle wraps around squeezes it back when he looks over, eyes darkening.

What?

He’s going to take it, something happened and he saw something wrong and he’ll take the crown and break it and of course he would do that, because why would he ever-

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...if you want to answer."

☆A pause.☆

"Why are you here by yourself? I don't think your brothers are too keen on splitting up right now. I haven't really been watchin' you all, so I'm genuinely asking. Just in case I sounded..."

☆Insincere?☆

"...like a bitch."

☆Okay.☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You speak when I address you is that clear-

Wiggog nods curtly, placing the crown back on and rubbing absently at one of its jewels as he’d done many times before. There’s a small…wave he feels at that. Familiar, but tinier, in him. Around him? It’s been…so long, he finds with a start he isn’t able to fully tell anymore. Swallowing that unpleasantness back down, he focuses on the bit he can feel, drawing it closer together.

…H’llo.

The small tendril of a tentacle slinks from somewhere in the shadows. With it comes an energy that’s, simply put, angry. It grates by its existence alone, a rushing buzz. The tentacle itself seems far from, though, curling around Wiggly’s hand gently and willingly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"...there you go. It works."

☆It works! It works! I didn't know if it would!☆

☆Relax. Calm yourself.☆

☆This is...great.☆

☆...Why? You don't like them.☆

☆If we can give other's enegies with an Artifact, we can take.☆

☆...oh.☆

☆Hey, um. Drunkard? I'm curious about something.☆

"...Wiggly. I've got a question. If y'wanna answer."

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

What do you say?

Thank you.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...He sighs.☆

"Don't thank me. You don't like me, remember?"

☆Back to the topic.☆

"Now, uh, the fish back at your place is useless. All of the magic's in that crown. And, again, it isn't much, but you should be able to do small things with it on. Try it— if it doesn't work, I can tweak it."

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly can’t help squeezing his eyes closed and tensing no matter the warning. When it’s all done, he tries to open his eyes with dignity, shoulders still hiked up a bit.

…

He takes it back. Runs it through his hands. Curls around it as much as he can, tucking it in between his stomach and thighs.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆...should we—☆

☆No.☆

☆...help?☆

☆No.☆

☆I thought you wanted to—☆

☆This is a humiliating moment. You don't add more insult to injuries like that.☆

☆...he simply stands there. Waiting for his word first.☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He sneers at the floor. He doesn’t care what he likes, frankly. Wordlessly, he pulls the crown off his head and hands it over.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"Thanks. There's going to be a burst in my energy in a few seconds."

☆As he said it would, the usual warmth of his grows into a blazing, crackling heat. The crown floats slightly above his hands as he seems to seep his blood in and work Static and Stardust around it. There's a few seconds of a quick, weaving movement before a green glow and...nothing. Energy back to normal. Static all gone. Dust littering the concrete. Plastic crown looks as it did before.☆

"Alright, tentacles, it's all yours."

☆It sure does feel different, though.☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

It’s a prick on the finger, who’s it gonna kill?

He holds his hand out anyway, not looking at him.

Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want to talk to you. Much less if you have a body.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"No, no, I like it. You've got a bite."

☆This is meant as a compliment.☆

☆He pricks his finger and squeezes the tip until a singular drop of blood oozes out. Then, he swipes it with his thumb and stares for a few seconds.☆

"Yeah, that'll do the job. Crown, please?"

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggly watches the entire process with little reaction, only really getting annoyed that this is happening at all.

Lucky me.

He tosses the shard of glass aside, where it cracks into more pieces.

[theorangestarwatcher]

"If I'm going to help—"

☆Judging by his grimace, this isn't Issac at all.☆

"—with an Artifact, you might as well be fine enough to use it. It's Hatchetfield; that glass cut is a burning disease waiting to happen."

☆...whoever this is flicked his wrist and had a saftey pin in his hand.☆

☆Oof. Isn't this Jackie's?☆

☆Shut up.☆

☆Well, now that I think about it, I don't think she'd object to us borrowing it—☆

☆Empress! Shut up!☆

☆You're doing this on purpose.☆

☆Ha. Yeah.☆

"Wait— did you say 'lucky me?' Pfft—"

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

One of us has to do it.

He nearly snaps back, quickly growing frustrated as his search yields no results.

C’mon, it’s an alley.

There’s some shards of glass clustered nearby. He eyes them, then reaches to slide one closer.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★No, no, no—★

☆What is he doing?☆

☆Can't that infect—?☆

☆It absolutely can, yes.☆

★Hold on! Give me a damn second!★

☆After a few painful crackles and snaps, bones appear from thin air until it forms a skeleton. A fleshy blob swallows it whole, tightening and stretching as eyes roll into place and hair springs out. ☆

"Voids, you all. Acting like it's your first time on— oh shit, it is. Nevermind."

"...I shouldn't have done that so quicKLY— FUCK!"

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He refrains as best he can from grimacing.

A drop would mean a finger.

He curls all his fingers except for his pointer finger in to present a more manageable area.

…Do you need me to cut it?

He could. He hadn’t been able to find anything, but could he bite the skin?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★It...isn't necessary for you to do it, but I'm not the most tangible right now.★

☆Does he want us to be?☆

☆Does it matter?☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

They were. It’s in a plush cuttlefish, in the…there’s a room in the shop with a couch and television. It’s in there.

He holds out his hand, simultaneously looking for something to cut skin with.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He quickly looks around before spotting it.☆

★Thank you. And— I'd advise against slicing the palm. It makes a dreadful mess, and you still need to use your hands to move around.★

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Of course, the Altars. Blinky and Kik had gone to collect both Wiggly’s and the others’ energies, most of them, weeks back. They hadn’t gotten all of them, due to the kid’s need for rest. They might start to think getting them back wasn’t worth it, if they were pushed.

…Kik tried doing something like that.

He remembers. Parts of his energy currently resided in an otherwise useless fish toy.

We didn’t know what to do with them. How are they supposed to work? When put into an object?

He registers the Sniggles haven’t up and died. He should tell Blinky when he starts talking to him properly again.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Well, if Katherine only put it in an object, it's only stored rather than able to use. My Artifacts are...quite simple, actually.★

☆The girl's hammer was made easily, wasn't it?☆

★All you must do is move it in a specific way. A throw, a tap; you get the gist. And it'll do it's function.★

☆Then this shouldn't be much a challenge.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

The function varies.

He frowns deeper. There had never been activation for anything of theirs. It always was, inherently, within them.

I should hope you don’t decide the function.

Likely not. But caring about specifics was too important here.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Not unless it's my power, no. I'm simply guiding it from one object to another. Giving it an 'on' switch, of sorts.★

☆She called it a 'magical girl sequence?' What's that?☆

☆Eh. We will find out soon enough.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

…Alright. Thank you.

Politeness slips out despite himself. It would be good not to upset him if they want to have a chance. Wiggly perks up.

Oh, the crown I have. Would that work?

It didn’t matter which object he picked. He chides himself for even asking.

I can grab it.

He’s already shifting his aids to start pulling himself up, wobbling slightly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

☆He hums.☆

★Yes, it would— how far are you from the house?★

☆Answering her own question, he uses his eyes to look around Wiggly.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

If she looks two blocks up, she’ll find The Quarterdeck.

Only a few blocks.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hm. Alright.★

☆The regular buzzing in his head seems to demand more. More sights. Alright, then. Eyes pop into existence, invisible, all over the town. The world. Looking at butterflies and scared dogs and buildings being made and weeds taking over a house and lovers and fighters and the clouds and the worms and, and, and. A world she can't touch— not really.☆

☆Makes for good entertainment.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Wiggog makes slow work returning, shiny plastic crown tipping to one side, pressing his curls down and falling further when he sits himself down a little harshly.

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Hello, again.★

☆There is a certain emotion at the sight. Something swirling and hazy. He doesn't really want to check what it is.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He hums, taking off the crown to press his fingers into the foam padding, then swallows and tries again.

Hello. Now what?

[theorangestarwatcher]

★Now, blood. Just a drop. And...you mentioned Katherine attempted to take your energy, yes? Were they successful? I could take some of that and put it into the crown. Makes my job easier and the process quicker.★

☆A bit of silence from her as she listens to an unhearable voice.☆

★You don't need to bring the object that has your power— I just meed to know where it is.★