tran·quil·i·ty

Joke’s on you, she doesn’t sleep. Doesn’t really eat, either. She’s a body reanimated by magic and could kick everyone’s ass.

#gloriatheweiss #she's going to leave

And yet even with all that she still can't seem to handle everyone shutting the hell up for a few minutes. Look, now the forest is after their tails and it's probably her fault for complaining. What a weenie.

Excuse the heck out of you, she’s used to having an entire city buzzing around in her head.

#not even deaf but yall are a bunch of wimps #[gets killed ten minutes later probably]

Oh look. Here's one now, trying to make excuses. Probably sleeps with a night light, since she's so used to having "city lights" around her, too.

#gloriatheweiss #weak

Whinin' about a bit of peace and quiet. Oh. Poor babies. Must be real hard for you guys to sit alone in silence for fifteen damn minutes. Boo hoo.

"Giddy Gleeful, huh?" She couldn’t help but to chuckle over such a weird name. What kind of sadistic parents did this kid have? All dressed up in a gaudy little suit with a name like Gideon Gleeful, no wonder this kid was so scared. She’d be afraid of having her ass kicked constantly for existing in his position. Gloria shrugged. "Nice to meet you too. You’re a pretty polite kid, I can really dig that. All the city kids I know are rude little shits." It wasn’t hard for her to tell that he was preparing to do something. Although what that was didn’t have her worried, seeing how she was quite a bit taller, even for a full grown woman.

Her attention was turned to the mute girl who had typed something on the PDA almost immediately. “Laurelei. Fitting. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” She smiled and winked before reading the next message. “Oh, it’s nothin’ much. Just some bread, water, uh…I think that’s fishin’ line? I’ve never been fishin’ before.” Where would you even fish in a city? “Oh, and this little scrap of paper with things on it. Magicky things, but not the magicky things I know.”

“Ah, er. It’s—-“

He’d started off after the taller woman bastardized his first name, but he put his finger down to quietly accept the new nickname; at least she was sensible enough to follow up with a little compliment of sorts, something Gideon could beam and be proud of in a time like this. He looks up with a slight grin and returns a nod instead, giggling.

“Guess it helps t’say ‘m not from the city! ‘course, most kids from where I live aren’t much better off, either.” He has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the thought of all the snot-nosed little brats back in Gravity Falls. The thought of leaving prison and having to be shoved back into the town’s public school system causes a shudder of disgust to run down his spine.

No point in dwelling on his once-peaceful home life, anyway, lest he wanted to succumb to homesickness on top of all of this too. There were much pressing matters to attend to and judging from the look and message received from Lauralei, it didn’t seem like she was much for beating around the bush and making small talk (haha), so to speak (haha, man I’m funny).

Well… At least now he can take a better look at the items inside the pack he’d found earlier. Though, he doesn’t know if he’ll find anything that’ll be particularly useful for himself or the other two.

“‘m not any better off…” he starts, rummaging through the pack’s contents without necessarily pulling anything out for either of them to see. "Crackers, —- and not of any decent quality either —- a pen, fishing hooks?” He looks back up to Gloria with a contemplative expression; he had hooks, but no line. She had a line, but no hooks. What was this forest playing at?

Chubby fingers brush up against one more object within the backpack and he opens his mouth to say something before promptly shutting it immediately after. A butter knife… Wll, they don’t need to know about that little trinket.

“A-Ah s’pose that’s it for me, then. Aside from the hooks, it’s not much.”

#gloriatheweiss #kingofallisurvey

So they variety in their little group, did they? Unfortunately, comparing rude city kids and polite country boys didn't really interest bodyguard. Small talk meant little to her in their current situation, and so she let them blab a bit with only a blank look.

The compliment certainly didn't go unnoticed. Instead of the desired result or even to exact opposite, however, Gloria merely earned a quite defined "are you kidding me?" sort of look. It didn't seem like a positive reception, nor did it necessarily seem like a negative one. The look was more puzzled, than anything, but the other woman would have to decipher that for herself. Laurelei wasn't going to stop to express things through a goddamn phone every two seconds. They would have to learn some signing, or something.

And so, soon came her turn for show-and-tell. Although this would be much more of a show, she supposed. The blonde slipped the PDA in her jacket pocket temporarily, opening the bag once more and searching by the light. Tiny little fishing rod? On the ground. Can of tuna? Tossed in Gideon's general direction. Strange, foreign-looking book? Chucked directly at Gloria. Razor? That was kept close and tightly between her fingers. After taking a few moments to review their entire stock, she began typing away on the PDA once more.

looks related. combine supplies and get moving.

choke-on-glitter

[ ❀ ] meet the mun:

#soundless;;#{{faceclaim}}

name: Bet height: 5'5" of pure aggression (but also not)

birthday: september 7th

relationship status: ttttaken! favorite color: hunter green (no this is not a pun)

best school subject(s): literally anything that's not math

current shirt color: grayish-kinda? day or night: night celebrity crush: mmm maybe nano? i don't pay attention to celebs im sorry coffee or tea: tea but like. iced tea ya feel

favorite food: GYROS. GYROS. GYROS.

#meme;;#tf ooc

yh11

And a front it was indeed; she was possibly the most scared out of all of them, but also perhaps the most practiced in not showing it. Not many people wanted a hero who pissed her pants, after all. Gloria snorted as the southern boy commented on the ball of light. “This? It’s not much, actually. And not much is about all I can manage here.” Her voice seemed to grow wearier as she talked, but then she shook her head and rummaged in the sack before her. Nothing too interesting, even the strange symbols were simply gibberish to her. Could be some form of druidic magic, but that was far too old for her.

With a frown she stood back up and looked to the mute girl. For the life of her, she couldn’t tell what she was trying to say with her body language alone. What they needed was a telepathic link, not that she was even capable of that. Would be pretty damn cool, though. “Sorry, I’ve never been good at charades. Ah, but…” Suddenly having an idea she reached into her satchel, reaching too deep for the size it appeared to be. “Shit, sorry, i-it’s here somewh— OW!” Gloria yelped and pulled out what looked to be an opened swiss army knife, closing it with a frown, and throwing it back in as she continued her search. Finally, she pulled out an old PDA and tossed it to the other woman. “There, use that. It’s old, but I use it as a backup so it should be fully charged for now.”

"Oh, I’m Gloria, by the way. Gloria Weiss. They also call me ‘Glory Girl’ Weiss in the ring." A look at her apparent companions filled her with a sense of unease. A kid and a mute woman? At least she knew the woman could take care of herself, but the kid…she would have to keep a close eye on him and make sure he stayed safe. There was no telling what could be in this forest…

If Gideon wasn’t so goddamned scared of everything that moved and sounded out through the dark woods, he would’ve huffed and stepped away the moment the other woman made it obvious she didn’t want him leaving his grubby, chubby fingers on her person. It’s not like he wanted to be the actual, legitimately sniveling child in this relationship, anyway! In fact, he wanted nothing more than to get away from the two of them, despite how much help the other, talkative woman wanted to be.

Though, Gideon notes that…both of them have awoken with their own personal belongings. Of course they could be of some help here. But he had nothing to his name; just a nice suit and cute smile and nothing more. Aside from his cunning and wit, but he doubts these two are idiots. He always wishes Mabel hadn’t destroyed his amulet and this is just one of those times he wishes it hadn’t happened the hardest.

“Oh! Erm. Y-Y’all can call me Gideon,” he stammers out, forcing himself out of the habit of including the familiar “lil’” in front of his first name. “Gideon Gleeful! Pleasure t-t’make your acquaintances, m’ladies.”

Might as well play up the cute kid act for just a little bit longer, right? At least he hopes his air of naivety and innocence falls well with the two and maybe, just maybe, he can feign helplessness just enough for them to bring down their guards just long enough for him to snatch up a weapon or two and skedaddle before they even know what’s hit ‘em.

Then again… They’re both fighters. Improvisers. Survivors. No doubt they’d retaliate the moment he or anything else in this forest interferes with their attempts to live through this ordeal. You’d might as well be fuckin’ dead, kiddo.

#gloriatheweiss #kingofallisurvey

Laurelei cocked a single eyebrow at the woman before her as she rummaged around carelessly. A brief snort of amusement at the injury she received came soon after. The PDA, however, was much appreciated, and after an instinctual "thank you" sign with one hand, she began examining it closely. Seemed simple enough to work with. She supposed the first order of business would be her name. Gloria and Gideon, was it? Time to be the combo breaker, it seemed. Shortly after the younger boy made his nervous introduction, she typed out her own name before displaying the screen to the two.

laurelei kyne

That was all they needed to know, after all. No use in explaining her own problems when they had bigger ones at hand, after all. They were catching on quicker than expected, and she'd hate to slow them down by going through a sob story and a myriad of questions at the very mention of being mute. No need for a "pleasure to meetcha!", either. She wasn't planning on getting very buddy-buddy with either of them, if she could help it. Her first priority was getting back home, and she knew how easily it was to get sidetracked when the urge to protect someone got in the way. The boy seemed pretty flighty, though. Maybe he'd make some sort of move soon...

Another message made its way onto the screen before she flashed it at her partners once more.

inventory check

No punctuation. They'd have to figure out if that was a suggestion or a flat out command themselves, but the pointed glance and head nod to the bag Gideon held proved it likely leaned towards the latter. A abbreviated glance through her own pack had produced some interesting but also utterly useless items. Perhaps they could provide some missing pieces.

Despite her situation, the woman was still surprisingly charming when she talked to the kid who walked up to her. “Cool, same here. Well, I mean, not cool that it happened, but cool I’m not the only one! And man, if you sounded any more Southern, I think you’d start droolin’ sweet tea.” She chuckled hard at her own joke and clapped him on the back. “Nah, we’ll be fine. Have you ever seen a building come to life and start singing opera? I have, and that was a lot worse. I’d show you the scars, but I think I might be arrested if I take my shirt off in front of you.” Gloria shrugged and put her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket.

Just then, the other person she had seen walked up. They certainly were familiar, and this seemed to quiet her for quite a few seconds. Suddenly, she clicked her fingers and gestured to the other woman. “Hey, wait! I know you! You’re that bodyguard who had a client that turned out to be a werewolf. They tried to eat you and shit!” She laughed as she looked back on that job. “Uhhh…crap, your name is…wait, I don’t think ya told me. I don’t think you said a single word, come to think of it…” Her smile turned to a look of curiosity. “Huh, guess you’re not one for talkin’? That’s cool.” She was quite attractive from what she could make out in the dim lighting, and there was never a bad time to appreciate attractive women.

"Right, well, I’m guessin’ you don’t remember the last day either?" As she waited for the inevitable confirmation, she stooped down to inspect the sack that had been next to her when she woke up. Huh? Someone leave their stuff here? "Hey, check this out…" Despite the being in the woods, she still managed to summon a ball of neon light that floated above their heads and illuminated their immediate surroundings.

Well, it’s nice to see that the both of them were doing much better than he was at the moment, as much as he hates to admit even to himself. No outward signs of panic, and definitely much better acts at keeping their composures, too. Even if they weren’t going to show any obvious hints of stress about their current situation, Gideon couldn’t help but feel a pinch of envy rise up within him. He was usually so good at pretending and keeping up any facade he put up.

Gideon supposes he’ll be fine for the time being, though, now that he sees that both of the women here seem…fairly competent. Not to mention the fact that they’re both much older than him and clearly capable of handling themselves in stressful situations. He finds himself hovering closer out of the fear of being left behind, pack pulled closely to his chubby stomach.

“Of course, heheh… Maybe a bit’a southern hospitality will help in a dreary place like this?”

Despite the woman’s best intentions at keeping them all grounded through conversation, Gideon can’t help but side-eye her for a moment at the mention of his accent. It’s always the first thing to be pointed out, isn’t it? Aside from his hair that almost appears to be bigger than his head. The other woman doesn’t seem much for talking, either, and also leaves him feeling a little more wary than he should be.

It doesn’t help that they seem to be familiar with each other; Gideon’s stuck here thinking that they could possibly up and abandon him! He’s always had a bad habit of jumping to the worst conclusions (something that he wouldn’t admit to himself with even his dying breath), but something in the forest just amplifies it further. He knows next to nothing about these strangers. He’s young and vulnerable and powerless. He couldn’t put up a fight to anyone more than a foot taller than him!

A sudden, shining burst of light pulls him from his thoughts momentarily, and he shields his eyes slightly as they adjust to the illumination. But finally being able to see his immediate-ish surroundings leave him feeling much more claustrophobic than before. The dark area outside of their vicinity is now much, much more pitch black than before and he finds himself clinging to the mute woman that’d approached seconds before.

“Well I’ll be… That’s the niftiest thing I’ve seen all day.”

#ew a kid what am i supposed to do with that #gloriatheweiss #kingofallisurvey

The Southern remark, though obviously not directed at her, grated on Laurelei's nerves the slightest bit, but this was barely shown in the slight twitch of her lip. At least that was one thing the blonde wouldn't have to worry about, considering her own accent had been miles more deep South than his. If she had been able to give a response, she was sure the woman before her would've been joking about swamps and bayous next.

Her eyebrows raised significantly as the girl started off about their encounter, and the memory came back in an unpleasant flash. Yeah, that was a time she most definitely didn't want to harp on too much. A pretty close call to her arm having a surprise amputation, in fact. The help had been much appreciated, but it was quite obvious why she hadn't said a word, considering wielding a book in one hand and baton in the other while she fought was quite cumbersome. It was, however, a debt she owed to another person; a debt that could be repaid in protection. The other woman had been somewhat...charming, after all. She supposed there was a bond of trust there somewhere.

Another twitch of the lip, much more visible this time, at the "not much of a talker". Bets on how long it would take them to figure it out were quickly being made in her mind. She couldn't quite blame the boy for not taking too much notice, though. He seemed pretty rattled at the moment, and she couldn't deny there was a twinge of pity for him. Possibly another bond of trust in the making, if he behaved himself.

Though she did have an initial bit of a jump at the ball of light's sudden appearance, she quickly remembered the woman's supernatural powers. Another factor that could add in getting the hell out of there. The boy clinging to her arm earned a small wrinkle of the nose, a brief shake, and was almost shoved. Good thing that twinge of pity held her back. He could stay that way, for now.

"Ah geez, that smarts…", the young woman hisses as she rubs the back of her pink-haired head. If she had to guess what happened, she’d say she got drunk last night and tried to pick a fight with Mike Tyson. That, or replace ‘Mike Tyson’ with ‘got hit by a truck’. Either way, she couldn’t remember how this happened. She couldn’t even tell where she was, but..but it was so quiet. Panic flared in her chest as she looked around. Oh no. Oh fuck, she was in a place where she was most vulnerable: a forest. No cars, no buildings, no people, no humming of air conditioning or the sound of footsteps or the wooshing of cars. No rumble of the subway beneath her feet. And worst of all, no hum of magic. Not in the way she knew it; this was ancient earthy magic, the kind that smelled like fresh soil and rotted leaves and rainfall. For Gloria’s entire life, she had felt the familiar warmth of urban life, and the current disheartening quiet made her chest tighten. It was hard to breathe, and for the first time in years she rummaged in her messenger bag for her inhaler. Her mind seemed to calm down considerably when it was easier to take deep breaths. “Calm down, calm down, just think.” The girl chanted to herself as she looked around. Not much aside from trees. So many trees. But when her eyes fell upon another girl who looked familiar and just as confused as she did, and a very well-dressed young man not too far from her. Relief washed over her like a tidal wave. “‘Ey, you guys alright? I think we’ve been Shanghaied.”

The young boy isn’t unfamiliar with this setting at all; forested surroundings and hardly a sign of life whenever one would venture out into the woods? Typical Oregon environment, to be sure! But the moment he’d woken up with a banging headache, sore everything, and no concrete walls of his jail cell to greet him, panic began to set itself up nicely in his chest and he’d wanted nothing more than to wake up from whatever nightmare he’s been thrown into.

He wouldn’t mind as much if this was all on his own terms, if he’d somehow gotten himself out of his situation back in Gravity Falls, and if he was just…somewhere familiar, but this. None of it was familiar at all. He knew how to live in a wooded area, it’s what he’s known all his life! He’s young and weak and maybe a little bit sheltered, but resourceful when he puts his mind to things, but whatever was in these woods was eating at him. Badly. Hell, he couldn’t even bring himself to be even a little happy at the fact that he’s woken up in his favorite suit again.

A woman’s voice rings out and pulls the kid from his panicked state just enough for him to avert his attention in her direction. How long has she been there? Or had he simply just overlooked her as he did to much everything else here? Another uneasy glance is taken around the forest when he hears her mentioning ‘guys’ as in plural. Soon enough, his own gaze falls upon another in their vicinity, and the tight feeling in his chest eases up ever so slightly at the thought of not being alone anymore.

Taking a deep breath and regaining some semblance of composure, he puts on a laughable attempt at playing up his usual scaredy-cat routine (or is it actually genuine this time?) and wobbles, pushing himself up off the forest floor and approaching the others with little hesitation.

“I-I s’pose!” he stammers out, apparently having lost control of the volume of his voice in that one second. "I just woke up an’ don’t remember anythin’ from the past… Day? Oh heavens t’Betsy, do you know what’s goin’ on here? Aside from, ah. Now I really don’t have any idea…

“W-We’re gonna be all right…right?”