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Also I know I haven't talked about HIS dad much either, but it's uh... it's not even a question in my mind that he went through worse than he put any of his kids through.

He's not evil, which I point at him noticeably trying to get better, he just also had very very shitty parents. Specifically his dad. Like holy shit is my grandfather a piece of shit too, and even the worst I've heard of my dad doesn't really match up to the worst I've seen of my grandfather. So yeah, my dad's not great (awful even) but he's still a huge improvement both on his father, and on himself now.

I mean the worst he does now is yell for a bit, get into fights infrequently, or go on stupid horrible rants of stupidity. He has definitely mellowed out.

As for why they stayed together, well the story of them getting together is... not good... and I do recall times where mom almost left and dad yelled at the kids (including myself) to try to get her to stay. I don't even know the full story, there's some stuff that's strange that I do know.
Azarthes said I hope your brother's music video is good.


For reasons, I'm not going to be linking any of you guys to it. Mostly as I don't want things to blow back onto me if you guys can't control yourself and go after my dad while I'm still reliant on him financially.
So wow my lil brother being here has really amped up the 'stupid bullshit' in my life thing again, wow. Also my dad taking a vacation from work for a week. Like those overlap into bad.

Anyway so I'll just go through my day as a venting thing and then you can comment or shout angry things at my dad (you'll likely be wanting to again) or w/e. I don't know why people read these, but thank you for any support.

So a couple days ago my mom had to get this heart monitor thing because she's having arrhythmia and it's actually not looking good (she and her family have a history of heart conditions, she's been operated on a couple of times already, her dad is getting operated on around this time as well). So when she and dad and my lil brother were going to go to Santa Clara she used that to make me come too so it wouldn't be as bad for her.

I kinda knew I was gonna end up going so I didn't put up a fight or anything, but I didn't know dad was going and so bleh. I'm way more cool with my lil brother (and we actually /hung out/ in the car) but uh... yeah not so cool with dad. So we get there, I brought my spinning to keep me occupied as we walk as I learn why the hell we're there to begin with.

This actually goes back to an argument I overheard between lil brother and dad a while ago. Dad has recording studio in new apartments, lil brother recorded song, but wasn't happy with it. Dad without telling lil brother began to 'produce' the song, and they fought because he wanted to rerecord so he'd like the original recording and he was mad that this would mean the work he did that lil brother didn't know about would go to waste.

Dad of course wins out and now they're there to record for the music video that dad wants it to have. Lil brother does not want this. You can kinda already tell that the day's gonna be fun, huh?

Well, essentially, we get there, they spend the whole time fighting, I back up my lil brother out of sight and earshot of dad, but spend most of the time hanging with mom and actually enjoying myself. Mostly from spinning on the beach. Anyway, things happen and eventually they give up, we move to a different location (Half Moon Bay?) and they end up recording stuff there on a beach.

During this time, I talk with my mom. She's being very good and loving and accepting and was asking questions and trying to see what she could do that would help me be more comfortable and etc. I say that there's not a lot that she can really do right now while dad's not in the know and dear lord do we not want him to be in the know he would not handle that well and I like access to money for things like food and internet.

So I tell her that I have a lot of resentment for dad and she tells me that she understands, and has resentment towards him as well... and that she thinks he's at least partially responsible for my whole MtF feelings.

This is where I learn a bit about my childhood that I don't remember. I probably don't remember it because holy shit it sounds awful and it is likely repressed to hell.

So you know my dad,, the sterling example of a dad he is, well it turns out that this is the new and improved him. I will admit, there are definitely improvements that I'm aware of. He's usually less drunk when he drinks, and less angry/violent when he's drunk.

But it turns out that this improvement thing has been going on for a long time... meaning that he used to be considerably worse before hand. I could've assumed that, but then mom filled me in on things.

So it turns out that when I was young, like not even 10, my dad would some times get angry. Maybe not even angry at me. But he'd get angry, and he would take it out on myself or one of my brothers. He did it more often towards me, for reasons that I /assume/ are because I was the smartest of them and therefore maybe he held me to a higher standard or something I dunno.

Long story short, I do remember some bad things from around that time. Being beaten to bloody and bruised because he liked using the buckle of the belt for spankings. I remember once having my pillows and blankets torn off my bed and locked away, and once my mattress being taken away as punishment. I remember him grounding me from having any food after noon, from reading, writing, drawing, and the time he removed all the books from my room, I thought /maybe/ the bible would be okay but no, young still Christian me had that torn away too.

In short, I remember quite a lot of bad things that are not conducive to being a good parent.

But I don't remember everything, apparently. According to my mom, some times my dad would just get... so angry at something and take it out on me, yelling and berating and breaking me down verbally to the point of I would just no longer be responsive. There would be days that I wouldn't talk, smile, eat, or leave my room. Sometimes I'd just completely shut down. She told me about how many hours she spent hugging me and apologizing about what dad said and did.

These were days when I was like, 9, 10, 11 years old. That's how I was treated by my dad.

Now for those of you NOT in the know, around 10 is when I started to develop suicidal thoughts, and auditory psychosis. It's also some of my earliest memories of not feeling like I was the right gender. Now there's a lot of debate between me and my friends elsewheres about what came first, the gender identity issues or the abuse, and it's hard to know for sure. I can clearly point at that time as being when I was broken, though.

So, mom and I talked about that... and then dad and lil brother came back from whatever music video shit they were doing and we shut up about it.

There were other things, but really... that bit there was kinda the big thing I wanted to just... talk about today. Even if it's not to a person per se, just in general.

Hope you don't mind that there's officially 3 threads now about this shit :p
ImANargleHunter said
Is the marble game where you put those electrodes on your head try to relax to get the marble to go to the other side of the glass box.


No like it was this big table thing, that sensed how it was tilted and it would move marbles in this maze around based on the tilt. We were trying to each get our marble to the end first. He bumped my marble with his and nearly got in and I was like NOPE
Holy shit.

So today was, on average, fucking awful. For reasons I'm sure you can understand, I do not like spending time with someone who thinks that my (hidden from him) feelings are worthy of me going to hell / worth being mentally broken into giving up / straight up approached with violence.

My little brother, who has openly shared similar feelings to my dad has been visiting. You can imagine how this colours my feelings about him as well.

Well dad decided he wants to go to the tech museum place with my lil brother and everyone. A museum that we've been told many times isn't worth it / is mostly exhibits for children. I said I didn't want to go, and then mom guilted me into doing it (comparing me not going ruining family time just like dad getting into random horrible arguments as ruining family time, BLEH). So I went.

Apparently everything there was horrible leftist propaganda. The IMAX movie on aquatic life in the south pacific, which touted such ideas as "Hey, maybe fishing something to extinction is a bad idea" and "maybe we shouldn't blow up the coral reefs" and "maybe other cultures can be cool" was apparently 'brainwashing for children'. As were all the other exhibits, things that talked about evolution, space, and music. The music stuff wasn't labelled propaganda, my dad just insisted he could do everything that they did but super better.

Lil brother wasn't bad, he was just a bit annoying as he does sometimes. There was some game with marbles that we don't think was supposed to be done competitively, but we did and played to a draw. In that he was about to win and I prevented him from moving by holding my side locked in place despite that not letting me get closer to winning because NOOOooooo

Erm, anyway. He totally actually won, but don't tell him that.

So we got home, dad got drunk, and then started to insult all of us, and talk more about how the left is evil while shouting at us to play games, then insulting the games we play, and also berating us. Gets to the point where I just can't even handle it any more and LITERALLY sneak away and hide until he decides that after his idea of us all going to a bar to get more booze (lil brother can't legally drink...) was shot down, he'd just go get a huge tub of ice cream to eat by himself.

Not kidding.

So I come out of hiding, and lil brother finds me and sees if I still wanna play, I say I'm not feeling good trying to pretend to be sick, but long story short instead I somehow end up coming out of the closet as I just can't contain sharing right fucking then and now why I think dad is such a piece of shit. In retrospect, if I was any more stable, I wouldn't have told him, for reasons of him parroting those views as far as I could see.

Turns out that it's not so much as parroting, as just echoing it so he doesn't have to deal with dad. He's not LGBT himself, but he's in favour of it, even showing me his twitter as proof. A twitter he hides from dad. He was open, accepting, and loving and over the course of that chat I went from crying from stress and anger to crying from surprise to crying from er... not happiness exactly but damn it felt good to have someone else in my family accept me. Like holy shit

Now, he still has an opportunity to flip the table and ruin things for me, but he also came out with a secret of his own to me that dad wouldn't approve of... so... yeah I think we may actually be good.

I normally hate hanging out with him 90% of because of what he felt and 10% of him being a tool from time to time.

...

We may fucking bond over this. Damn.

Anyway, so that's basically been my day.
The group arrived at the edge of university grounds in the late dark of night. There were still quite a few lights out as various dorms hosted parties, and other buildings were lit for the maintenance crews and study sessions. The campus was cloaked in shadow that seemed a tad oppressive between the lights of the lamps and the beams pouring out of windows. Finding a parking space was a bit of a hassle as they were forced to pick between visitor parking and not getting a fine, or parking closer and risking security ticketing them. Granted, given their recent history, any security official looking too long upon their car was cause for alarm, and so they opted for a slightly more anonymous parking job. There was quite a walk from where they were towards the offices of the expert they were here to see, and whether or not he would be there was debateable. That said, there was really only one way for them to find out, and that was to go inside.

Now, patrolling the grounds were a handful of campus security cars, and actual county police. The police seemed more interested in monitoring the dormitory parties in case things got out of hand, and the campus security did a more general browsing of the area for any ne’erdowells. Avoiding drawing their ire would be simple, so long as they didn’t do anything suspicious.

With the car parked and soon locked Nova was eager to get to the professor and leave. She had never had to worry about a police presence before, but now… every time an officer got too close, Nova found herself trying not to look guilty. Honestly, she thought she was doing a bang up job of it too, but she was certain Liam or Cora would still have something to say about it once they were out of earshot of officials - if she was lucky. So far the only luck they had today was that the professor’s office was hardly more than a three minute walk from the parking lot they (she, actually, despite Liam’s protests from the back that any lot would be closer) had chosen.

Following close behind Nova, Kaya looked around herself at the environment in which they wandered. Cops, parties, and most of all, darkness. At such a late point in the night, she highly doubted that they would find the professor lurking in his office, and had no qualms voicing her opinion on the subject. “Is this contact of yours a night owl? Because I see no reason to believe he’ll be waiting for us in there.” Glancing longingly at the dorms, she continued in a more pleading tone. “All I want is sleep. Why don’t we see if we can find somewhere quiet, an abandoned dorm, or a rooftop maybe, to rest for a couple hours, before we track this guy down?”

Liam shrugged and walked quickly to pass Kaya. “We’re already here and making an annoyingly long walk, so we may as well see if Professor Hieroglyphics is present. Couldn’t hurt anything to check, and if he’s not then we can go find somewhere to wait and sleep and whatnot.” As he drew level with Nova, Liam held out the piece of notebook paper that had the copy of the symbols on it. “You’re the one who knows the guy, so you may as well be the one to do the asking.”

“And if the doors are locked?” Cora asked, “I doubt they just leave the buildings open at night.”

“Jet lag does odd things to a man.” Nova muttered at the first comment as she took the notebook paper from Liam and put it in her pocket. “I’m certain he’s awake and in his office. On the oddest chance that he isn’t, we can do exactly as you recommended, Kaya..” Nova simply elected not to respond to Cora, as they were soon at the building in question. She knocked against the glass pane, a smile growing across her face.

Well, Cora certainly thought she was right! The doors looked locked and shit. They weren’t, but they looked it. Unfortunately for the group, there didn’t seem to be anyone at this door at the time. Off down some halls they could see in the nighttime lighting that there was a lone janitor wearing headphones as he mopped the tile floors. He would sometimes plant the mop and spin before catching it, obviously enjoying the music he was listening to, and paying little to no attention to things like our heroes.

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this.” Pushing through the others, Kaya leaned up against the glass and placed her forehead on the pane, alongside her hand. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the light nearest them, and willed it to flicker out for but a moment.

The janitor didn’t stop dancing, as he didn’t seem to notice the light near the door flickering. Her head so close to the glass, Kaya could begin to hear him singing in the distance. He wasn’t that bad, but he should really stop dancing it’s embarrassing.

Now this was just plain irritating. Looking toward Kaya, she pointed to the light right over the janitor. “Can you get that one? Even if the lights are out for us, I can lead us through the building when we’re let in.”

Puffing out some air, Kaya again opened her eyes to look over towards the janitor. “I’ll try.” Again, she concentrated, forcing her will to flicker out the light in the hallway. She hoped to start with the one above the janitor, and then to flicker out the lights leading down the hallway towards them in quick succession. Like some kind of horror film. Kaya grinned. Great way to start a night.

The lights did flicker off, but instead of coming back on, they remained off. First the light directly over the janitor went dark, catching his attention. He looked up at it, a confused expression on his face. Then one of the lights down the hall to the door went out, and he turned in that direction to look at it. As soon as he turned, the other lights began to increase the speed at which they went out until all lights Kaya could see in the building went dark. While it wasn’t entirely obvious what was going on for the janitor, he certainly did feel like he was in trouble, started screaming, and ran into the darkness.

That was the goal, right?

“Shoot.” Kaya turned to the others. “Your turn.”

“Well…” Nova mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck, “We could throw rocks at the office window?” She was definitely running out of ideas.

“I’d rather not do anything illegal,” muttered Kaya.

“Don’t need to,” Cora said before beginning to walk off. “I’ll find someone to let us in. Nova, you should come as well since you know the Prof.”

Liam rolled his eyes at the others and their nonsense. “If you just wanted to get his attention, you could have said something about your intentions. I can talk inside people’s heads, could’ve whispered at him that there are people at the door. I guess trying to make him think he’s in a horror movie is more fun though.” He sighed and shook his head. “Honestly, we might as well just wait until tomorrow and come back. If the place is locked and the janitor is dancing away in there, I bet the place is deserted. This professor is probably at home sleeping right now.”

“Probably isn’t certainly, so let’s actually ask someone who might know,” Cora replied. “You guys keep going in circles around where we’re trying to get to.”

“Whatever, do as you please.” Liam walked up to the door and turned around, leaning his back against it. “I’ll wait here, I guess.”

The door handle turned slowly under Liam’s leaning on it, and the door moved as he stood there. It wasn’t locked.

“Alright, off we go then.” Nova nodded towards Cora, until she saw the door beginning to open. “Who said it was locked?”

Kaya glared at Cora and pushed past the others into the room.

Cora gaped at the door. “You turned off the lights before trying the damn door?”

Liam bent over, hands on knees, laughing at the situation. He tried but failed to get words out.

Nova pushed Liam’s shoulder, hopefully moving him off balance, before walking into the building and straight to the elevator. The dark wasn’t an issue for her. However, as Nova moved past Kaya, she stuck out her arm to grab the dark-seeing individual’s wrist. “Not all of us can see like you.”

Meanwhile, Liam fell from the shove and got all caught up in a bush. His laughter ceased and he started muttering curses at Nova under his breath as he pulled himself out of the annoying shrubbery.

Nova flinched as her wrist was gripped so suddenly, but recognized the problem. “I forgot, my apologies.” She waited for the group to hold onto each other or her as they would, including Liam (though she certainly considered letting him stumble around for a minute or two). Once they were all together, she resumed the short walk to the hopefully lit elevator.

Liam followed along, grumbling and pulling leaves and dirt off of his clothes.

The entire group made their way behind Nova to the elevator. There were no lights, but there were many sounds throughout the halls of the building. Frantic movement seen only by Nova as the janitor tries to get a flashlight on so he can see his keys to get into some room that she can’t exactly make out what it is. It seemed that all his efforts to turn the damned torch on were in vain, although if that was his own fault, or faulty batteries, wasn’t exactly clear.

Pressing the button to call the elevator, there was no indication that it was on its way from a light of the button, just the groaning whir of the shaft as the elevator arrived in pitch darkness, the doors opening to naught but abyss in the eyes of the others. Nova could see that the elevator looked normal enough, but there was an innate wrongness that she couldn’t place her finger on about it without going inside of it. Liam felt the wrongness too, although he could not see it.

“You know what? I think elevators are overrated and we’ve done nothing but sit today. Why don’t we take the stairs?” The feeling sat deep in Nova’s stomach and made her begin to simply resent elevators in general. “Or we can talk with the janitor. He’s still around, seems perfectly nice, and we really ought to apologize for scaring him.” Anything to avoid the elevator…

The janitor seemed to have heard their voices, or something, as with Nova’s little talk, he dropped the keys and the flashlight and just bolted out of there, beyond where she could see. For a moment she had to blink as it seemed as if there was another vague shape moving right behind the janitor, but she couldn’t make it out. Weird. Yet the weirdest thing for Nova, was that she could clearly see the man scream before he turned and ran, and yet she could not hear it. Nor did anyone else.

“And I think I’d rather take the elevator,” Cora said as she groped forward towards where she had heard the doors open.

Entering the elevator, Cora was met with darkness upon darkness, and no sense of how big the car was. It couldn’t be too large, and with enough groping around she would find the walls and the buttons as well. Fortunately, she didn’t accidentally push one just yet, and so the doors remained open.

“The elevator’s already right here,” said Kaya, moving to join Cora. “Might as well take it instead of groping around a staircase.”

“I just have a bad feeling about the elevator. Plus…” Nova paused and took a deep breath, “I could swear I saw something following the janitor. Two odd things happening at once… I really don’t think we should take the elevator.”

“You having a bad feeling doesn’t count as something odd,” Cora said. “What’s odd is that Kaya still hasn’t turned the damn lights back on.”

Neither Nova nor Liam heard Cora say that. Kaya could still hear Cora, however, and vice versa. Nova could see Cora’s mouth move to speak, but no sound came. Instead, her ears were filled with a slow, spine tingling hiss from behind her.

Kaya rolled her eyes, not that anyone could see her. “What makes you think I can?”

Kaya too couldn’t be heard by those outside of the elevator, instead Liam and Nova heard more hissing, slowly wrapping around their ears from all angles. Cora and Kaya couldn’t hear the hissing, however, only each other.

“Well, I thought you just blocked them or something. I don’t know, their not my powers.”

Realizing that something was very wrong indeed, Liam decided to try his telepathy to get through to the women on the elevator. He included Nova for good measure. “Cora, Kaya, we can’t hear you. Get out of the elevator.”

Kaya went to stand half-in half-out of the elevator, hand holding the door and head leaning out. “What’s up?”

It seemed that whatever had been disrupting their communications suddenly stopped at this, the hissing was gone and communications were back, although the lights were still off and gone.

“Kaya’s outside the elevator and I can hear her,” Cora said, exasperated. “Stop dicking around and get in.”

“Nope, fuck that.” Liam took a step back from the elevator to emphasize his point. “I’m not about to fuck around with some mysterious power bullshit. The lights still being out are probably part of it too. I think we should leave and come back in the day when there are people around and whoever the fuck is doing this will be less likely to try it again.”

Nova raised her hand and nodded. “Agreed. Time to leave. Sleeping in the car sounds like a perfect idea now. Liam, you were right. Let’s go.” She started to back away as well. “I’ll take my chances with just Liam if you all won’t listen. I don’t want to watch you guys get hurt because of me.”

“Jesus christ, fine. Then give me the piece of paper and the floor and I’ll do it myself,” Cora said as she began feeling around for the elevator controls.

Seriously? We’re splitting up? Kaya didn’t get what the big deal was. Nova was being paranoid, and Liam was being an idiot. She had darkness powers, not light—what couldn’t people grasp about that? She’d probably broken the breaker or something, nothing to get freaked out over. “If you guys are actually going to quit now of all times, I’m sticking with Cora. No sense in anyone going alone.” Looking around herself in the dark, she sighed in exasperation. “But does anyone have a flashlight?”

The silence was almost as piercing as the darkness.

“Well then, we’ll make due without.” Kaya reentered the elevator. “Let’s go, Cora.” Let’s get this over with.

“Yeah, fuck it, I’m leaving. Have fun getting murdered or whatever.” With that Liam turned and headed back for the entrance, not waiting for anyone to respond or bothering to try to convince the stubborn women.

Cora rubbed at her temple in increasing exasperation, “Nova, leave if you want, but just tell us where we can find this professor of yours. And whoever has the damn paper with the copied symbols on it pass it over.”

Nova shook her head, looking at Cora and Kaya with increasing anxiety. “I’m not sending you guys up somewhere that is giving me a supernatural case of the twitches. Why don’t we just go check on the janitor?” She omitted the part where it was she who held the paper, trying to do any and everything to get the two women away from the elevator.

Kaya’s head perked up. “Supernatural?” she outbursts. “Coulda said so earlier,” she mumbled. Suddenly stern, Kaya continued. “Have you seen anything? If this professor is here late as you claim, he could be in danger. Not to mention the damned janitor.”

And then the door closed. Someone else was probably calling the elevator, but the doors closed on the two within it, as the elevator began to slowly churn and move. What was strange, however, was that it felt like the elevator was going down when they were on the ground floor. Nova, being familiar with the school, would know that that shouldn’t be possible for this elevator. But she wasn’t on it. So no telling the people inside.

They’re probably fine.

The other problem, however, was that Liam was lost. He thought he turned around and headed the right way, but he’d walked far further along than he should have in order to reach the exit. Still bathed in darkness, there wasn’t a lot for him to go on for finding his way around without going to the walls.

So it came to pass that the only one who can fucking see what’s going on, was separated from everyone else, and the hissing noise began to creep back into her ear.
West Watch Tower
Draza, soothing aura and too innocent to kill, acrobatic, slippery, sharp

Featuring tonnes of writing from Maeven Lucre and Meryl Slothychild

Sweet mother of Lada, it worked. Draza could almost feel her heart stop as she was able to touch Meryl and win this game. They had done it, Gustavo was stopped just long enough for Meryl to do something silly and childish, and the fear of doom was gone. Everything was going to be okay.

Seeing the fight was over, Maeven sighs in relief and puts away her guns. She stands up, brushing herself off and grabs Draza's bag, filching a few cookies for herself. Chewing them absentmindedly, the mechanist woman strolls casually to the golem and plucks out its soulstone after hearing the drow and golemancer make a big deal about needing one. She grins to herself and pockets it alongside her other stuff as she stretches. She surveys over the damage to Fafnir and grimaces. Sure enough, the dragon needed some big repairs. Chances were, this small town would not be offering metal cheap. Maybe leathers would patch the wings well. The leg, she'd have to do some patch jobs. If she was lucky, she'd find some oil to replace his stores.

Wrinkling her nose, she goes back and starts clamping down the lines to cease the flood. All the while, she was feeling anger pouring out of the soulstone. The dragon, as much as he despised his body, did not like being out of it for long. She looks at Meryl, a cookie in her own mouth before she chomps it down wipes her hands off. She goes to wipe her brow of sweat and manages to just streak the oil across her face. “Hey kid, want to meet a dragon? He's a bit of a whiner, though.” Her every instinct was telling her to clock this kid now, but she was making a new start now. It wouldn't look good to start up old habits. Even if she had a stone to fill. That, and given how much damage her guardian wrecked on Faf, she did not want to be on the receiving end herself.

“Gahrul,” Draza said, giving Meryl a look before turning to her plushy, “You did a terrible job of defending me. She got a sweet.” Draza tries to keep up the act of pleasantries, even though she now holds something in her hand that’s far too large for her to be safely fumbling with. Turning back to Meryl, she gave a quick look at the stolen sweet, “Oh, and she got a good one at that. Was going to give that one to the Queens.” She goes to cross her arms, but realizes that doing so may cause her to accidentally press the button and blow everyone up.

That would be bad, so she doesn’t. Instead she looks at her assortment of companions, in various states of unpleasantness, before her eyes catch on to Maeven. The woman had machines, knowledge of technology probably. This thing was technology. Perhaps it’d be best to let her hold it. Heck, maybe she could even do something with the bomb for later? Do something with the bomb involving far fewer civilian casualties. Hopefully.

"Oooh, a dragon?" She asks curiously. "... Giant lizard, squinty eyed people are terrified of it, shoots fire breath?"

She snorts and taps the rust bucket behind her, “He's big alright, and somehow manages to glare without proper eyes. Scares people often enough too. Course, I'm the one that coughs fire.” She winks and pats Blunderbuster. “I was thinking about getting him to fly again. I could even give you a ride if you think you can stop picking on poor townspeople. I have to pick up the supplies from them to wake Faf up, after all.”

She blinks in curiosity. "Fly?" It was pretty blatant she was quite naive at this point. "...And... Picking on?"

She arches her brow, looking at the townsfolk around them still getting their bearings, “Yeah, kid, you gave them a real fright. Its not really nice. They aren't as tough as some of us.” She crouches down to get on the girl's level. “And yes, fly. Up in the skies. Not sure if you can manage that yourself, but on a beast like Faf here, its got to be a whole new experience.” She offers her hand out, messed as it may be. “I'm Maeven, by the way.”

"Fear?..." She says, as though lacking comprehension on what that is. "Well, you know who I am!... What are you doing?" Meryl stares at the extended hand, not knowing what to do with it except to poke it curiously.

She chuckles and pokes Meryl's hand back, “Its a handshake, people do it sometimes when they meet.” To make a point, she clasps her hands together and shakes them with a goofy grin. “And fear is... Its when you get real scared, stuff you don't understand that just makes you want to run and hide. These people thought they were going to die...” She furrows her brow, giving Meryl a seriously look for a moment, “You know what dying is, right? When people never wake up again?...”

"Uhh..." She scratches the back of her head. "Well..." She coughs nervously. "...They do when Sloth tells them to! So... This... Die, isn't so bad!" Meryl grins innocently, shaking both of her hands in front of herself. "Handshake... You mortals are so weeeeird!"

She frowns and lightly takes Meryl's hand in her own, “Like this... This is a hand shake.” She gives a gentle shake before letting her hand drop. “And dying, its real bad... A lot of people go their whole lives trying to find out how to avoid it. Even Faf, my dragon. Cuz once you die, you're gone... You can never wake up, never dream, never see the people or things you love.”

"... Of course you can! Loads of people wake up where I come from after they leave where they once were!... Mostly bad people though..." She says softly as she looks down at her feet and kicks at the dirt. "But it's okay, no matter how many times they fall down Sloth said we could bring them back up."

“Erm, Maeven? Do you think you could hold this for me? It’s like, half my size, I don’t think I should be holding it,” she said, interrupting the conversation of death.

Maeven looks to Draza and takes the device, giving it a quick look over. Oh it was tempting to press that button. But better not. She looks at Meryl and shakes her head, “Its not the same here, Meryl. When you hurt people. They can stay hurt for a long time, or could die and never wake up. I don't know who Sloth is, and he sounds like an alright guy, but here in the mortal realm... Its not the same.” She blinks for a moment before gently setting the control device down. “But we can talk about this later, and a lot of other things. For now...” Maeven swipes three fingers over her own cheeks, smearing oil and grease before dotting her nose with her thumb. “I'm a kitty, meow.” She felt bad for the kid, it seemed like she didn't know much of anything but what this Sloth told her. A shudder goes down her spine. Hopefully, she was not talking about THE Sloth, at least.

"... Kitty?" She asks curiously, yet again belying her complete ignorance of the mortal realm.

Draza tried to quickly pick up on the conversation going on around her. Death, kitties, sleeping, jazz hands. All of which Meryl seemed completely ignorant of. Also, the persistent mention of Sloth. However, at her query about kitties, Draza stepped in with her words once more, "Kitty, it's small, young, furry animal, cute and playful. I'm sure that we can show you one when we're done here. That is," she cranes her head, having to stand on one leg to properly peer around and give Gustavo a look, "If your sugary friend doesn't mind." She rights herself back to her present company, "They're harmless, unless you're allergic. In which case," she took a breath in and fake sneezed in a high pitch, pretended to sniffle, and rubbed her nose, "Not as fun."

Gustavo remained on his back, staring up at Aeyr and Abida. "Yeah... Right... Fun..." He remarks with a snide tone of voice as his eyes watch for any potential attempt on his life. Meryl on the other hand continues to be fascinated with the idea of a kitten, and seems to try to make an illusory figure of one. She gets a ball of fur. With a sigh she lets the image go, and it vanishes. "Argh."

"Don't worry about making a fake one. Real kitties are better than fake ones. Just like real sweets are better than fake ones. Speaking of I'm going to have to make some more real ones..." Draza said.

Maeven blinks at the girl, crooking her head to he side before reaching into her own bag and drawing out a simple wind-up toy. She winds the gears in her hand before dropping it on the ground. The ball of metal shudders for a moment before beginning to unfurl itself slowly into the figure of a cat, stumbling about and and making staggering mewling gestures. At the end, it begins to shudder once more before returning to its balled state. “They look a little like that...” She looks at Draza before sighing. “I'll figure out something with the device. Maybe I can disable it for good...”

"Disable it for good?" Draza asked, curious. "Erm, while that's certainly better than blowing it up here, we may need a big boom in the future. Either to blow up some big jerk, or maybe just to celebrate. Explosions are great for parties... at a distance. Speaking of," she turns to Meryl, "How big of a boom is it?"

Maeven shakes her head, “Not important, Draza. I'm shutting it down. We don't need something like that laying around active in the middle of a town.” She stands up, scooping up the device once more before drawing out her toolkit to start working on the remote device herself. “Here's hoping I don't trigger it... Otherwise your question will be answered before we get extra crispy.”

"Eep!" Draza steps back and quickly twirls around to those around them, "Erm, guys?" her voice is certainly far too quiet to get the attention of everyone at first, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. "Guys!" she flailed her arms before stopping, and pulling out her lute. This thing would make people pay attention to her, darn it. She strummed her fingers along the strings and quickly sang a little diddy, "Maeven tinkers with, the detonator, fare we give wide breadth, leave now not later!" That sung, she swung the lute around her back, grabbed Meryl's hand, and tried to go off running with the girl to a hopefully safe distance.
Herzinth said
"For my daughter, you useless scumbag"

Such romantic desperation. Is it to make up for Draza's supposed unshippability?


[8:34:01 PM] Elendra: "For my daughter, you useless scumbag"
[8:34:04 PM] Elendra: HAHAHAHAHA
[8:34:22 PM] Quinn: :)

also

maaaaaaaaybe.
I have now, completely stealthily, edited in a second character idea. Just to have around in case someone dies, I die, or a spot opens up. :D
LimeyPanda said
But then who will Lesbian?


Draza may, but she comes with her own problems due to size. She may have an adult's body and mind, but she's still super super small.
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