"I wouldn't tell you to stop."
JS turned to his spikey friend. āExcuse me?ā
"You heard me."
"Iā¦umā¦are you drunk again?" JS asked, trying to rationalize Jokeās statement.
"Maaaaaaybe." In other words, yes. Very drunk.
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"I wouldn't tell you to stop."
JS turned to his spikey friend. āExcuse me?ā
"You heard me."
"Iā¦umā¦are you drunk again?" JS asked, trying to rationalize Jokeās statement.
"Maaaaaaybe." In other words, yes. Very drunk.
"I wouldn't tell you to stop."
JS turned to his spikey friend. āExcuse me?ā
"You heard me."
//yes i am here to loan brooms to anyone who wishes to chase joke from their inbox
Mun Post: Oopsies
soooo due to an error in my translations, I found out that I mixed up some names here. I would like to correct this:
Coraxo - "thunders of judgement and wrath"; Joke's reincarnated form as a Wrath demon. capable of high-tier light magics and transformation into a humanoid state after being reunited with his mnemonic record. see also "Pallas Coraxo".
Avavago - "increase the thunders"; sword forged by Joke before his death, it remains faithful to Coraxo as well. it has a resting state of a Katzbalger, though its Divine form has yet to be realized.
Homecoming
Harley frowned to herself, almost as if JS had said something insulting, but she stayed quiet, opting to stuff her face with more popcorn.
"Only one. But she gave it to me.ā Harley smacked his foot away again as he made to nudge her. āDunno where thāfuck she gets it. Sālike paint thinner mixed wāchili powder.ā
JS snorted, having never seen Joke like thisā¦wellā¦not this badā¦.
"You gotta get me some of whatever you gave him so I can give it to him when I want him quiet. Apologies for earlier. I donāt take kindly to random folks in my home, but if Joke trusts youā¦I guess I can tooā¦"
The redhead grunted in response. "A horrid decision, really. Have you seen the sorts he hangs around?" Harley rolled her eyes. "I almost turned your kitchen into Osnus New Year and you're saying you trust me? You must have low standards."
"Be nice," Joke chided, sitting part-way up and taking a swipe at her.
Homecoming
JS snickered at her comments. āI like this one Joke. Got a little fire in her.ā He sat up, looking at his drunken friend. āHow much did you drink, dude?ā
Harley frowned to herself, almost as if JS had said something insulting, but she stayed quiet, opting to stuff her face with more popcorn.
"Only one. But she gave it to me." Harley smacked his foot away again as he made to nudge her. "Dunno where th'fuck she gets it. S'like paint thinner mixed w'chili powder."
Homecoming
"Yo." The redhead from the kitchen wandered in and sat on what part of the couch wasnāt covered by the hungover fae, a bowl of popcorn in her lap.
Joke nudged her with a foot, getting an elbow to the shin in return. āJacques, meet Harley. Harley, meet Jacques.ā
JS sighed, reminding himself once again to stop taking in strays. āItās Jon, actually. He never gets it right. I put up with it.ā He sat in his chair, the one thing that the duo didnāt appear to have ransacked and sighed, covering his eyes with one arm. āSo much for a quiet night back home.ā
"Yeah, he's absolute shit with names. I've known him almost five years and he still slips with mine sometimes," Harley shrugged, munching on her popcorn.
"I do noooooot--" Joke whined and prodded her with his foot again, still refusing to come out from under the cushions.
Harley yanked one of the pillows away and smacked him in the gut with it. From the sound of the impact, she'd hit him like a Howitzer. "Must be all the blunt force trauma."
Homecoming
"I didnāt break in, you left a door unlocked. No breaking required."
"Joke donāt you lie to me. I had that door fucking LOCKED." JS crossed his arms, very much so unamused. "And who the hell is Harley?!"
"Yo." The redhead from the kitchen wandered in and sat on what part of the couch wasn't covered by the hungover fae, a bowl of popcorn in her lap.
Joke nudged her with a foot, getting an elbow to the shin in return. "Jacques, meet Harley. Harley, meet Jacques."
Homecoming
"Ughhhhhhhā you said I could come here if I needed a place tācrash āmember?" His voice was muffled as he piled another cushion on top of his head and held them down. "There was ānother incident with thālaundry room back home. It got into thāpipes. And no thābooze wasnāt yours, Harley brought iāto me. Wettumd naksx ocapahjāā
"That still doesnāt explain how you, oh, you know, BROKE IN! ā¦Visb-nakkot jusb ev rujacajb kojkascojā¦ā
"I didn't break in, you left a door unlocked. No breaking required."
Homecoming
Joke groaned from the couch, his face hidden under a cushion. āInside voice, hekkot jsucojā¦ā he muttered, absently flailing an arm in JSās direction.
"INSIDE VOICE MY ASS, COCKWAGON!" JS growled, clearly angry. "HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN!? I THOUGHT I YOU-PROOFED THAT LOCK! AND DID YOU DRINK MY BOOZE?!"
"Ughhhhhhh-- you said I could come here if I needed a place t'crash 'member?" His voice was muffled as he piled another cushion on top of his head and held them down. "There was 'nother incident with th'laundry room back home. It got into th'pipes. And no th'booze wasn't yours, Harley brought i'to me. Wettumd naksx ocapahj--"
Homecoming
"Living room," the ginger chimed, jerking a thumb in the direction before going back to tidying up the mess sheād made.
He smiled. āThanks.ā He grumbled as he went to the Living room, finding the fae. āWHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL, YOU SCAR-COATED FUNGUS!? YOU BROKE INTOĀ MYĀ HOUSE AND THEN INVITED FOLKS IN?!ā
Joke groaned from the couch, his face hidden under a cushion. "Inside voice, hekkot jsucoj..." he muttered, absently flailing an arm in JS's direction.
Homecoming
"Like hell I broke in! What thāfuck do you take me for, a burglar here to steal your flatware?" She pouted and looked like she was about to stomp her foot. "I was invited," she finally added, crossing her arms.
"INVITED?! BY WH-" JS cut himself short, a deadpan look striking his face with a sigh as he realized his answer. He put his book in a messenger bag he had on his person. "Iām terribly sorry, one second." He cleared his throat and took a breath, then yelled as loud as he could muster. "JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW YOU INSUFFERABLE MARROWSUCKER!"
"Living room," the ginger chimed, jerking a thumb in the direction before going back to tidying up the mess she'd made.
Homecoming
The woman narrowed her eyes right back and drew herself up to her full heightā which was actually more intimidating than one wouldāve normally thought for someone of her stature.
"Is that any way to introduce yourself to a lady?" she huffed, spinning a ring on her finger. A vague, heated-metal smell wafted through the air.
JS noted the smell. āYou broke into my home, if anything I think I have at least a little leeway to be rudeā¦ā He stood his ground, more than ready to defend himself and his home if necessary.Ā
"Like hell I broke in! What th'fuck do you take me for, a burglar here to steal your flatware?" She pouted and looked like she was about to stomp her foot. "I was invited," she finally added, crossing her arms.
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A very startled, very short redhead looked up from the pots and pans sheād managed to knock over, full deer-in-the-headlights. Definitely not Joke.
JSās eyes narrowed. āYou have about 3 seconds to explain yourself before I hogtie you and force the answer out of you.ā JS brought himself into view, his book in one hand, his other hand raised, ready to cast.
The woman narrowed her eyes right back and drew herself up to her full height-- which was actually more intimidating than one would've normally thought for someone of her stature.
"Is that any way to introduce yourself to a lady?" she huffed, spinning a ring on her finger. A vague, heated-metal smell wafted through the air.
Homecoming
There was a loud clattering, coming from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a colorful string of language. Based on JSās earlier assumption, this wouldnāt be too out of place, except the voice in question was⦠female?
JS cocked a brow and set his bags down, pulling his book open to a page of a simple subdual spell, if needed, and looked into his kitchen. āWhoās there and why are you in my house?ā
A very startled, very short redhead looked up from the pots and pans she'd managed to knock over, full deer-in-the-headlights. Definitely not Joke.
Homecoming
JS stepped off the bus in front of his house, picking up his bags as the bus sped off to itās next destination, where ever that was. He took a breath in and smiled, glad to be back. His motherās grimoire under one arm and his bags in his hands, he walked to the door. Reaching for his key after setting a bag down, he noticed that the door was already open. Oddā¦crap did Joke break in again? JS sighed, kicking open the door, looking for whoever was in his house.
There was a loud clattering, coming from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a colorful string of language. Based on JS's earlier assumption, this wouldn't be too out of place, except the voice in question was... female?
TRUUUUUUUUUUST FAAAAAAAAAAAAALL
JS blinked, sighed, then sidestepped out of the way, watching the Fae fall. āAnd just where the hell have you been?ā
"OOF-- Well, obviously somewhere I can trust people to catch me," he deadpanned from his new position on the floor.