#Yes their is a time portal in the mop closet

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I am not comfortable with showing my face (yet)

I’m under 16 so… ummm… y’all need to know that

you can call me: concern. Or: Ashley. Or if u want u can just @ me or give me a nickname (I would like to know if you give me a nickname so I know ur talking about me)

(If addressing the wet floor sign bot in roll play please use she/her pronouns and she’s named Ashley, please don’t use Ashley if talking to or about me/the person running this blog, im taking the name of Leah for my online name.)

My pronouns are she/her I am female and was born a female

I am an Ally and I HATE discrimination. BOOOOO RACISM! BOOOOO ANYONE WHO THINKS LGBTQIA+ PEOPLE ARE EVIL! BOOOOO SEXIST PEOPLE! EVERYONE IS HUMAN AND THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH

favorite things list!

Food: spaghetti.

color: purple.

fandom I'm in: FNAF.

FNAF character: Funtime Freddy (in very very close 2nd is mangle)

rp/ask blog I have: @ask-mangle-the-sad-one (the first one I got)

fnaf game(and yes I can have a favorite fnaf game without ever playing any of the fnaf games): rn it’s tied between fnaf 2, and fnaf Sister Location/SL.

place I can be: in my bedroom at my dads house.

time of year: the very beginning of the school year but after i get my iPad. (It’s this because the only divice I can use for tumblr is my school iPad (this means I won’t be on tumblr during summer))

season: summer (it’s the best (except for the no tumblr thing 😭))

fnaf character to draw: at the moment it’s RWQFSFAXC . (but it usually changes each day.)

way to draw: it’s tied between drawing in my sketchbook and drawing digitally on my iPad.

animal: Giraffe! Always and forever GIRAFFE🦒🦒🦒!!! (fun fact: my baby ornament (the Xmas tree ornament that my mom got for me when I was born) is a little glass white giraffe!🦒)

fnaf animatronic animal type: the FOXES!!! Always the foxes. (Another fun fact: my grandma’s favorite animal is a fox)

number: 13. (I just like the fact that people think it’s unlucky the same way I love black cats (not for the reason of people think they’re unlucky but because they’re absolutely beautiful and my black cat (her name is Emily Binx but everyone just calls her Binxy) likes sitting in the sunlight and being warm and after sitting in the sun for a few minutes she is so warm and i just want to grab her and hug her))

fnaf song: tied between:

16. Any song: tied between: blue. And: little talks.

I do both rp and just personal things. Have a list of things i do on this blog!

Art. (Pretty much just me posting the things I draw)

rp (I talk about my rp/ask blogs and i rp on this blog too)

drawing requests (do not confuse with commissions which i don’t do. I have not gotten a request yet but I will be happy if and when I do.)

give my opinion (idk it’s just my personal opinion)

exist (lol :3)

talk about fnaf (I like it)

small cosplay (I usually just make cosplay pieces and wear them when I’m alone.)

imo Star Trek is wayyy better then Star Wars. 4 the Star Trek fans: 🖖. I’m pretty sure that that means something else too but I’m doing it as the Vulcan live long and prosper thing.

I have a bunch of fnaf songs memorized including (I will also link a yt video of the song to the name)

The mangle 

Count the ways 

Count the ways 

You can’t hide 

Lights on 

Five more nights 

Below the surface 

Merry fnaf Christmas 

Join us for a bite (Wich tecnacaly I have The Living Tombstone - Join Us for a Bite Remix memorised)

Another round

We don’t bite 

stuck inside

(And yes there’s 2 songs called count the ways and I have both memorized)

I recently started cussing on my blog and in my head and when I’m alone irl.

I’m very very sorry if I don’t know what an abbreviation means, I’m kinda new to the internet so if it’s the first time you are using the abbreviation with me i suggest in (these thingys) putting what it means, it will help and reduce confusion and I thank anyone who does.

I am bad at spelling sooo… it might be a little hard to read my posts but blame autocorrect for not understanding what I’m trying to type

I’m ALWAYS accepting asks! And I’m totally cool with requests! but I might not do them.

I love to rp eaven if the game is fnaf 1 I’m always a Wet Floor Sign Bot (only on this blog though) btw my excuse is WFSB’s and staff bots are all knowing and aslo there’s a time portal in the mop closet don’t ask how it got there

I have school and bedtime so it’s fine but I do have time spans but I’m not going to bother you with it

I like love fnaf (even tho I’ve never played the games and just can’t get myself to read the books. (By now I have read the first Fazbear frights graphic novel version of the book and I am trying not read the other Fazbear frights graphic novel’s))

I have a fnaf oc named fifi

resonantly got a au blog @five-nights-at-foxys-au if u want to check it out

I’m in 7th grade so yeah

The iPad im using belongs to my school so im not going to be here in summer sadly but I will answer all my asks I get when I’m back

I have ADHD Inattentive and distractible type. I also have anxiety and apparently I have depression, I don’t believe the depression.

all my rp/ask blog’s I have

so I 1st got my mangle blog @ask-mangle-the-sad-one

then my Toy Bonnie one @ask-toy-bonnie-something

then I got my Bon-Bon blog @ask-the-handpuppet-bon-bon

then I got RWQFSFASXC because I cud @ask-rwqfsfasxc

then I got Ballora @ask-ballora-the-ballerina

Then I got my Bonnet @ask-the-handpuppet-bonnet

and glamrock mangle @ask-glamrock-mangle-in-kids-cove (this one will probably be repurposed to another character)

and Toy Freddy @ask-toy-freddy-the-peace-keeper

and Toy Chica @ask-toy-chica-and-im-not-a-mom

and BB JJ and Dee Dee @ask-the-fnaf-balloon-kids

and game Vanessa @ask-vanessa-the-security-gaurd

and Vanny @ask-vanny-the-murderes-rabbit

and Gregory (game’s only) @gregory-da-bears-cub

the blob the mimic and burntrap @the-pizzaplexs-bacement-monsters

Helpy and Helpi @the-helpful-little-bears

Phantom foxy @phantom-foxy-is-a-pirate

fredbear (not gonna spesify that) @bloody-yellow-bear

I also do a little bit of rp on my main blog and I’m pretty happy about the blogs I have rn but I’m considering making a Helpy, because he’s adorable and amazing.

if I’m on one of my other blogs I will refer to my main as Ashley. And Ashley is not my name irl. I just like it

I like making poles.

if any of my blogs are active then I’m active

I don’t care if people stalk my page or spam me, I just like interacting with people. (I’m very sorry if I spam u. i probably just don’t realize it. or I really like your blog)

I will tag the important things that people should know with: very important

and 🍍+🍕=🤢🤮/ I don’t like pineapple on pizza, I refuse to eat pizza with anything on it other then just cheese, I respect all topping choices except pineapple, fruit doesn’t belong on pizza, especially when it’s cooked, the only fruit that should be cooked is specifically when it’s in pie or something like that.

btw I keep editing this post because ether things change or I found a typo.

also there’s now more portals than the one in the mop closet by masersise and more kinds than just time portal.

current hyper fixation: fnaf 2

EVERYONE IMPORTANT NOTE!!! I WILL NOT BE ACTIVE AT ALL THROUGHOUT SUMMER ALL THE WAY TO SOMETIME IN SEPTEMBER!!! I WILL BE BACK IN SEPTEMBER AND I PROMISE I WILL LOOK AT ALL OF THE ACTIVITY, REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND ASKS (IF I GET ANY)!!!

I will be making a post when i leave 4 the summer

Btw I resantly got absolutely obsessed with a ship I created. Ship name: shadow toy. its RWQFSFAXC x Toy Bonnie.

[nonhumanresources]

Multiple Reality Closet Cleaning

This one was written for a friend (shout outs Rad) in a trade a while back. Had a lot of fun with it!

Summary: Radian gears up to tackle his biggest project yet: cleaning his dirty closet. Unfortunately, it appears as if the mess isn't entirely his fault—a crack in reality has been leaking something, and it doesn't take kindly to regular matter.

What to expect: strange multi-part TF, goo, absorption of objects and stealing their traits, conversations with a young Elder God, and some good old fashioned MTF genderfeels.

Length: 4.4k words.

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Gloves: check. Goggles: check. Apron: check. Rags, broom, mop: triple check. 

Radian took a deep breath, snapping his goggles into place. The closet door, seemingly innocuous, felt like it was looming far above him, a portal to some unknowable realm. It thrummed along with the beat of his heart, human and storage space in sync as they prepared for combat. 

He’d been meaning to clean his closet, honest. Old board games and clothes were bursting from the door frame, almost bending the wood with their weight. Science projects, high school papers, shoes, and bins of assorted junk took up nearly every inch of the space. Getting the door open was difficult, closing it even more so. Frankly, it was a miracle he still found space to fill. 

So, yes, maybe it was a bit out of hand. Okay, a bit out of a giant’s hand. It was just that every time he tried, he’d come across a stuffed animal he’d had as a kid, or an old shirt he used to wear every single day, or a board game he had to pull out to test if it held up to be as fun as he remembered (most didn’t, although Mouse Trap was still a blast). Memories seeped from everything inside, and it was difficult to part with even one.

Unfortunately, something else was also seeping into the closet.

Rest of the story is under the cut! If you prefer to read in a more convenient fashion, you can access the google doc here. Comments, questions, and thoughts are always appreciated!

A crack of thunder outside was a loud reminder of the storm that had been raging for almost three full days. There hadn’t been any flooding, at least, but on the morning of the third day, Radian was confronted with a foul dark liquid seeping from underneath the closet door. It was almost certainly a leak, dribbling in gutter water that picked up all sorts of who-knows-what from the stuffed room. Cleaning now was a necessity rather than a goal, lest the carpet get completely ruined along with everything inside. Perhaps the gloves and goggles were a little much, he admitted to himself, but if the rest of the closet was already covered in that black ooze he’d spotted, Radian was putting them on immediately. It could be tar or something.

The closet door stood firm, monolithic in stature. Nothing to do but start, Radian though, sighing. He reached a hand out and grasped the door handle, twisting it firmly. 

Nothing. Obviously. Not like there was something waiting in the dark, ready to pounce on the first person to reach inside. 

Radian threw the door open, and the scents of dust and leaf litter greeted him. He coughed, waving a hand to disperse it, and flicked the light switch on the inside wall of the closet. The single bulb flickered on, revealing a stack of junk that towered to the ceiling, framed on three sides by deep floor to ceiling shelves. The sheer amount threatened to overwhelm him, but he steeled his nerves. Time to get started. 

Board games, clothing, and old toys were tossed out of the closet indiscriminately. Radian tried to throw them into vaguely similar piles to go through later. It would be much faster to do an initial sorting and then work through it all at once rather than deciding for every individual thing. A few were difficult to sort, like a bunch of garbage circuit boards, but the rest went into piles easily. Fortunately, the oily water (was it even water?) seemed to have only ruined an old textbook and the box for Chutes and Ladders. Those went straight into a trash bag. 

As he was setting down a few plastic dinosaurs, a glint at the back of a shelf caught his eye. Radian set his phone down on top of a stack of cardboard boxes full of old school supplies and reached between a Lego bin and some old faded sheets, fumbling around. He stepped forwards to get a better angle, and his foot met something wet and sticky with a loud squelch!

“Ugh!” he yelped, pulling his foot in like a frightened turtle trying to retract into its shell. He’d planted his foot right into a small puddle of that weird black liquid. It clung to his skin, almost feeling like velcro despite clearly being some sort of fluid (and most definitely not water, he decided). He tried to scrape it off with the edge of a box to no avail. Bending down, he tried to inspect the puddle more closely, teetering on one foot. 

The surface was semi-translucent and reflected the light in a distorted rainbow. It was like an oil slick, but far more viscous. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem healthy. 

As that thought occurred to him, a section of the slime seemed to rotate in place, somehow opening up into an eyeball that stared directly up into his own. 

Radian screamed, jerking back upwards, almost tearing his arm off at the shoulder, since it was still stuck between the boxes. His ooze-covered foot came down and landed atop a bunch of old Mighty Beanz, and he would have been thrown to the ground if not for a vice-like grip on a shelf. 

He took deep breaths, reorienting himself. Other than the sore shoulder, he couldn’t feel any pain, just addrenline. A fearful glance downwards, fueled by disbelief, showed him that the eyeball was gone. Had he imagined it? Was it an old marble or something? That wasn’t unlikely, in this closet. 

“That’ll sting…” he mumbled, speaking more of his pride than any actual injuries. He trailed off, however, confused. Something wasn’t right. 

Radian looked down again. The puddle was still empty, though there was now a second one beside it. Probably splashed it, he reasoned. He stared, trying to process the alarm bells going off in his head. 

Finally, he realized the problem: he wasn’t looking at two feet. He was looking at a foot and a paw. 

He started, lifting up his left leg once more. It was shiny and black, far wider than his foot should have been. A Mighty Beanz toy was shoved into the side of it, dug into the goop. Radian watched with his mouth agape as it was slowly sucked into the black expanse. Once it vanished, a paw pad popped out the bottom of the appendage, and physically feeling it happen shocked him. He dropped it back down to keep from falling over, and the feeling of the pads against the ground was foreign and strange, scraping against his spine. It was all at once alluring and terrifying. 

“This one’s definitely a bad dream,” he told himself breathlessly. It obviously wasn’t real, so what other answer was there? He was having a stress dream because he’d been putting off cleaning for so long, that was it. There was no weird ooze that swallowed your feet and old toys. Yet, the way the toes of the paw flexed, responding to his mind, felt so real. 

Okay, focus. Radian tried to clear his head and think rationally. Dream or not, he had to do something. Calling an ambulance didn’t sound like a bad idea right about now—or maybe poison control? Anyone who knew what to do about tar dripping from the ceiling. Or gas leaks driving him crazy. He levered his fingers out of their immensely tight grip, leaning on the shelves to support himself as he reached for his phone. 

Splurt.

And, of course, shoved his whole arm into a dripping wall of goo. 

Radian tore himself away a moment too late. The goop stuck to his skin and clothes, making long, thick strands that stretched like a membrane between himself and the shelves. It was like it was spreading, each attempt to pull it away only resulting in a more complete covering of black tar. He tried to step back, but he tripped over his huge paw, arms pinwheeling and slapping walls and shelves as he was sent tumbling back out the closet door and into his piles of old stuff. 

WHUMP.

A pile of hoodies cushioned his fall, the sound underlaid by a wet slap as his soaked arm and leg made contact. He sat for a moment, stunned. His arm rested in a bin full of Nerf guns; if he’d fallen just a foot to the right, he’d have had a sore rear for days. Instead, his arm felt… awkward. And heavy. He pulled it out, intending to look for damage. 

Rather than a regular, slime-covered arm, Radian pulled out an entire multi-barreled arm cannon attached to his elbow. He stared at it. His brain took several moments to process that it was there, and several more to realize it had replaced his hand, yet somehow retained feeling. The chassis was a sleek black metal, highlighted with bright neon patterns, and it had several blinking lights across it. A whirring clickclickclick emanated from it as the barrel rotated. It was clearly modeled after a double-barrel shotgun—just like one of the Nerf toys he had in the box. 

Unlike the paw, the arm cannon was setting off serious alarm bells in Rad’s head. It didn’t belong. Neither did the paw, obviously; he had feet, not paws, but that one didn’t feel so horribly wrong. It was unnatural, but not unwanted. The arm cannon was both. He wished it was gone. 

Something bent in his mind when he thought that. With a sound like a rubber boot pulling itself out of the mud, a plastic gun ejected itself out of Radian’s arm, hitting the wall with a crack! Covered in strange goo, it stuck in place, slowly sliding down. It smoked, clearly somewhat melted. In place of the arm cannon, Radian once again had a regular (albeit slimy) hand. He flexed his fingers, fascinated. What was going on? He gingerly reached down to prod the sweaters beneath him and watched as the goo seemed to cling between the two materials, the threads of the sweater deforming as it was dragged underneath the slime. His finger and the two beside it rippled, the goo resolving into threads of its own. When the strand broke contact between the sweater and hand, it sunk back into a glassy, smooth surface. 

 Whatever was happening, it was clearly volatile. He needed some help. Radian focused on the closet door. Inside, resting atop a stack of boxes, was his phone. He’d decide who to call when he reached it, but he knew he had to call someone. Actually reaching it, though, was going to be a challenge. He could feel the strange gooey material that encompassed his arm and leg—both legs, now, he noted with dismay—clinging to the piles of random objects strewn about. It wasn’t goo, exactly; the light bent strangely around the substance, and although it dripped and flowed, it didn’t appear to actually be a liquid. It had crawled up his leg like water up the sides of a tube, not like a living being would. And, obviously, it was subsuming impossibly large objects into the small space of his limbs. It was distinctly out of touch with reality, and if he didn’t move fast, he might end up oozing into the floor or something. 

So, he started to crawl. Radian leaned back, then swung himself forwards, pushing off a clear spot of ground with his goop arm and a stack of old magazines with the other, making it to his feet. Each step was like tearing velcro off the floor, slamming it back down with a heavy paw on one side and a gooey foot on the other. He hadn’t fallen that far from the closet, so how come he wasn’t already inside? It almost seemed farther than before. His head ached from trying to interpret the distance. 

Disaster struck in the form of a ping pong ball. Radian hadn’t noticed the white sphere until it was too late, and it crunched under his paw. It didn’t get absorbed, but he yelped in surprise and leaped off of it, only to lose his balance and tumble back to the ground. His oozing hand slammed into a neatly stacked pile of assorted Neopets stuffed animals. It went straight through them as if they were nothing, each one sucked up into his palm, bloating the arm to thrice its size before contracting and sending reality-breaking slime racing across his back and all the way to the fingers on the other side. Both arms puffed outwards, covered in short, multicolored hair. One seemed to be a sort of orange, plush dog paw, the other clawed and feathered. No time! he thought, shaking his head and looking back up to the closet. This time, it seemed close enough to touch, but when he tried to grasp the doorframe, he felt his gut wrench. The floor was tilting—not from dizziness, it was actually tilting. 

“Waaagh!” Radian shouted, digging his new claws into the carpet. The floor sped up, and instead of sliding him into the closet, it flipped his legs right off the ground. He swung by his deeply-embedded claws over the bedroom ceiling, now the floor, hurtling backwards. The momentum tore his claws free, and he was catapulted through the doorway. His back slammed into the shelving, crushing the broom between it and himself. A tail with a bristly puff at the end shot from his tailbone, and it flopped down against his nose as he slid to the floor. Dizzy beyond belief, there was no way to dodge the avalanche of debris that rained down atop him. A bucket of Mighty Beanz hit him in the gut, and four more arms erupted out of Radian’s sides to grip his stomach, groaning. His still-normal leg was twisted oddly, shoved into a shelf, and it had found a collection of old sticky hands. It oozed free from the shelf, unraveling like a poorly wound braid into a collection of tentacles topped with flat, sticky paw shapes. 

Radian was stuck, unable to do anything about the assault. His body became more and more unrecognizable, a mess of disparate, patchwork parts. Not only that, he could feel each and every thing that became a part of him. The objects had a sort of mental weight to them. The heavier that weight, the more they controlled his form. He was an amalgamation both physically and metaphysically. 

He grabbed a shelf, cracking it under the force of three huge paws. He had to right himself, get ahold of his phone, and… well, he didn’t know what he would do, but he needed something to hold onto. Otherwise, he feared he might lose track of reality altogether. 

A sound like a waterfall made him look upwards, and he was confronted with his marble jar tipping over and dumping its contents out over his head. He tried to throw an arm over his head, but having a baker’s dozen worth of limbs made controlling them with any finesse impossible, and he entangled himself. He slammed his eyes shut and tucked his head forward, bracing for impact. 

Just before the marbles collided with his head, the goo splashed into their path, enveloping his head. It felt like a hard rain pattering his scalp as they plowed directly into his body. Eyes bloomed across his body in all shapes and colors: cats eye slits, steely gunmetal, clear and milky orbs that looked almost like watery ice, and every other kind of pattern he could imagine. Suddenly, the closet was in full three hundred and sixty degree view, rendered in colors he didn’t know existed. A few eyes glanced up to see a shooter slipping out of the bottom of the jar, the biggest marble in his collection. It barely slipped out, looking like it was going to land atop the stack of boxes. 

Too late, he remembered that’s where he had left his phone what felt like an eternity ago. Radian pushed himself off the ground, reaching to stop it. 

CRACK.

The sound of a screen getting decimated made Radian want to wail, but it didn’t last for long. The marble smacked the phone, and the loose cardboard underneath it let the heavy glass sphere keep going, plunging into the box and sending the cracked phone flying—directly into his face. 

The ooze of his face, still mostly untouched save for a few extra eyes, sizzled. In terms of memory weight, the cell phone weighed multiple tons. It was positively overflowing with it. Radian tore it from his face with a paw, but it stuck there, sinking into his paw. The whole thing flickered, glowing a bright blue. 

His metaphysical weight was catching up to him. With each object absorbed, Radian grew more and more aware of things he knew he shouldn’t be able to sense. Subtle scents that were normally undetectable and the pattering of rain outside were first as his scent and hearing improved; then, more esoteric senses kicked into gear. He could taste the time, run his paws through the energy of the room like a thick, ethereal soup, predict how the air would shift and spin in reaction to any little movement. Gravitational sensors and radiation detectors in his blood made his brain spin. With all this increased awareness, he knew he was getting too heavy for reality to bear. He was teetering on the edge of a higher-dimensional precipice that he could scarcely begin to understand, even as knowledge flooded his brain. His tentacle-leg spread and grasped the walls and shelves, his paws reaching out to either side and pressing against walls, trying to keep him stabilized in both physical and nonphysical reality. 

Ironically, the thing that did him in was not the phone, despite its immense weight and presence in his body, barely contained to digitizing a single arm. Instead, as he climbed to his… well, not feet, but reached an upright position, he accidentally tripped against the concept of down, somehow. It was just enough for the bowling ball on the top shelf to roll forwards, unseen even by his many dizzy eyes, and slam into Radian’s back, forcing his chest to FWUMP outwards in two distinct shapes. Every eye on his body widened simultaneously and with a strained squeak. Despite his body looking like it was straight out of The Thing, he could put two and two together, and all mental barriers crumbled instantly. With the glimpse of what could be, he punched a hole straight through reality and fell. 

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Radian had no faculties to process what was happening, but they were forced upon him. Air didn’t exist here, so there was no whooshing, just the sensation of movement. It could be falling or flying; there was no way to tell. Could the concept of falling even exist in this environment, where gravity was naught but a second thought? He didn’t even know how he knew that, but he knew it all the same, and he could feel the forced enlightenment tearing through his mind at terrifying speed. The same force that had corrupted his physical form was entrenching itself into the very concept of his being. Vast couldn’t describe it, because constraints of size didn’t apply to whatever it was, but that was the only word he could conjure. 

As he underwent the terrifying ordeal of ascension, he thought. He was honestly a little surprised he could still do that, but whatever was happening to him, he could still formulate thoughts and feelings, twisted as they were by a multi-dimensional perspective not meant to touch the mortal mind. 

Due to being freed from the unyielding grip of chronic movement while outside of reality, Radian knew this would last both forever and less than no time at all. He might yet figure out how to escape, but that had already happened and would never happen. If he was going to be stuck for never and a day, then he at least wanted to be somewhat comfortable.

After all, if he had to be stuck in nothingness and everythiness as his brain became a cosmic network of physics-rending information, why couldn’t he be a girl while it happened? 

So, Radian settled in as she was warped out of being what was and into being what should not be. 

…

There was a presence here, she realized. It had been… she stopped that train of thought; time wasn’t real, after all, so nothing had been. And here wasn’t accurate either, since whatever dimensional plane she was in didn’t have distances currently. A presence existed, she corrected herself. 

It watched. It listened. It seeped through the cracks of her being and back out again. Radian knew that in this existence, it was her and she was it and both of them were everything. Her mind, now so thoroughly expanded as to be incomprehensible five times over, reached out. She was pleased to discover she could still feel hesitancy, as it reminded her of feeling, and more so to realize she could still be pleased. 

She made contact. 

All around her, a lidded eye opened. 

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Radian smashed through the closet door, smacking into her bed. She heaved and gasped, air inflating lungs she had never and always used. Her brain was still timeless, experiencing her entire life all at once, but only for a moment before she slammed it back into the rigid box of linear time. She shuddered, six paws clutching the sheets on her bed, tentacles wrapped around its frame. 

She wasn’t herself anymore. Not entirely, at least. Something writhed inside, something from out of space, painted in colors that hurt to imagine and echoing cries of beings that resembled dead and dying gods, and that was her now. 

Fortunately, she was also still Radian, so that was a relief. She was all of her and nothing of her in every possible way, and the thought simultaneously excited and unnerved her. She found several of her eyes actually tearing up as emotions filled her heart once again. Or whatever was in her chest. It probably was an organ, at least. Or she hoped it was, at any rate. Maybe she didn’t even have blood. 

Radian realized that she was wrapped up in her bedsheets. It wouldn’t have been remarkable, save for the fact that they remained firmly outside her body. 

“I guess forgotten eldritch knowledge comes with some perks…” she mumbled. The sound came out doubled, and she coughed, realizing that she’d accidentally layered two mouths over the same physical space. That would cause problems in local reality. A tentacle flicked down to the floor and grasped a small plastic dinosaur, sucking it in. She used both its physical makeup and its memetic association with real dinosaurs to fashion the doubled mouths into a snout. It grew from her face, completely ruining any semblance of humanity that remained in her multicolored body. 

She didn’t worry about that now. There were other things to worry about, not the least of which was the fact that she’d somehow become entangled with a higher dimensional entity that rent basal reality to shreds like it was wet paper. Plus she had to fix the battered room and the dimensional leak manifesting in her closet. They were all problems for later, though. She flopped back onto the sheets, body squishing against itself, sluglike, in order to fit the whole thing on top of the bed. 

Getting cozy was a challenge, though. Radian quickly found that with so many mismatched limbs, no position lent itself well to resting. Maybe she could work on that? She focused on the heavy weight of memories soaked into her being and started to shift them around. 

First, she spread out the sticky hands. Better to have both legs be tentacles if she was going to be keeping those. Much easier to walk, she reasoned. She followed that up by ejecting a few Neopets out of her back and into the mess covering the floor, plus a few Mighty Beanz, letting two of the arms fold in and reabsorb back into her torso. The spray of ooze solidified into a set of tiny wings, matching one of the remaining plushies still residing somewhere in the nebulous space of her metaphysical construct. The two remaining sets of arms rippled, colors blending until they were all a matching light blue with a few white spots, topped with large, plush paws. She kept enough Beanz to maintain the large pads—those were necessary, of course. Made for great pillows. For good measure, she also got rid of the phone, setting it on the bedside table, and the arm that was phasing in and out of reality flickered back to solid.

After all that restructuring, Radian still wasn’t quite sure she was happy with her form. It was mostly humanoid in shape, minus the tentacles and the extra arms. Her body was mostly oil slick black, shimmering with iridescence, and stripes of the same light blue and white spots that decorated her arms spread across her back and tail.. It had a springy texture where it wasn’t covered in faux fur on her arms and tail. 

She really could mold it however she wanted, that much she’d confirmed, so why not make a few additions of her own? She scooted forwards, leaning over the edge of the bed and fishing through the debris. After a moment, she held up a fuzzy scarf and a pair of ear muffs, dragged out from among the rest of the winter clothing. With a flourish, both disappeared into her paws. The long, thin tail unfurled outwards, becoming wide and soft, and two fluffy ears popped out of her head, each with an adorable boink!

Radian flopped back into bed, pulling her tail up and wrapping her arms around it, grinning. She grabbed her phone with a tentacle and sent off a quick text to her dragon friend. No details, just a quick invitation: Hey, I gotta show you something I found in my closet, can you come over? She’d keep them far away from the closet, of course, but she had to show someone.

That done, she was about ready to pass out. The whole ordeal had been exhausting. Clipping through the sheets instead of pulling them down and over herself, she settled in for a nap. She even partially untethered herself from chronological constraints so she could stretch the time. Radian had a corruptive eldritch awakening to sleep off, and she was going to snooze hard enough to fall asleep through multiple layers of reality. 

[ask-rwqfsfasxc]

hey rsq what if bonbon and bonnet were on the moon and one killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what

yes very.

I honestly doubt that that can happen but there’s a Wet Floor Sign Bot from the future trying to convince people that she is from the future and that she got here through a time portal in a mop closet so who knows what the limits are.

i am honestly fine not trying to push the universe’s seemingly nonexistent limits. I will continue levitating a foot of the ground trying to see if i can go higher.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Down the Tunnel: Part 2.

So we can really contact Kaede like this?

It’s a big “if” at this point, but I have faith in Sora. If we shoot her inside the lab using the tunnel I open, she can hold open the barrier and establish contact.

Still, I want you to be aware of two things, Sora. Remember, once you go in-

Yeah, yeah, I’m not coming back out. You already reminded me like...4 times.

Just making sure. I’m not trying to deter you from this or anything.

You won’t...

The other thing that I wanted to make you aware of is that even if you get inside the barrier, it’ll take a tremendous amount of energy to keep it open.

While I have no doubt this will work, I also have no doubt we can only use this system sparingly. 

My tenacity’s better than you think. I’m sure I can manage.

I’m just saying. Don’t take this lightly.

...

Yoruko...I have to do this.

I-I know...I trust you Sora.

*Everyone gathers around Rantaro, as he becomes hyperfocused and starts typing into his laptop.

Alright...I’m preparing to open the tunnel.

*VVRRRRRRRRGGHH!*

!!?

*Everyone who can see the laptop screen inside the confines of the laptop sees a large sparking blue wormhole-looking item appear inside.

So...it’s actually a tunnel then?

Not a necessary visual spectacle. Just one I thought I’d add to make it easier to understand.

...Hm...

Careful RaRa...That doesn’t look comfy...

...

...?

*Sora cautiously steps forward and reaches a hand out to touch the portal.

FEEYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAGGH!!

*She recoils and starts jittering as if receiving a horrible electric shock.

SORAAAAH!

Ah!? Are you alright!?

*As Yoruko, Tenko and everyone else starts to panic, Sora turns around with a smirk on her face.

Heh...Gotcha...~

Oh you little-! That a prank!?

That...That was NOT funny...!

My bad, my bad! Just trying to lighten the atmosphere is all.

In all seriousness, I’m ready to shoot down this sucker. Don’t worry Saihara. I’ll find your girlfriend, even if it kills me.

Poor choice of words Sora. I don’t want you to die as much as anyone else does.

Can we please stop bringing up the thought of Sora dying!? I just got it out of my head!

If this goes wrong, we’ll remember you as a hero, Sora the Observer.

*Kuripa faux salutes.

Good luck, my non-organic friend.

Don’t worry. I got this!

But one more thing...My name is Sora Kabuya! Don’t you forget it!

...!?

Alright, you ready?

Yes, I’m ready!

Alright...Aaaaaand...UPLOAD.

*FWOOOOMM!!*

WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAHAHAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!? Hah!? HAAGH!?

*Sora is shot like a rocket through the tunnel. Lights flash around her as she hurtles at light-speed through the system, until...

BAGH!?

*She bursts out into what looks like a traquil see of pixelated clouds, floating in a space of nothing.

Huh...It’s...prettier than I thought it would be...!

Right...Now to find Kaede...!

...

...Ngh...

*Kaede has taken refuge inside a supply closet in the lab, fit with a mop and bucket, and not much else.

...I don’t even have a photo to put on the mop...or anything to prop it up with...

*She takes her phone out of her pocket and looks at it. It is currently 6% battery.

I’ll be out soon...then I’ll have no way of contacting outside...Not that I could...

*She stands up, her hand shaking from despair and frustration.

UUAAGH! DAMN IT ALL!

*She throws the phone at the wall.

OUCH!

Ouch!?

*SMACK!*

DAAGHCK!

*At hearing her phone suddenly make a strange noise, she turns around, only for the phone to bounce off the wall and smack her in the face.

AAGH! Ooogh...Huh?

See that!? That’s karma, you ungrateful bitch!

What the-!?

*She scrambles over and grabs her phone.

SORA!? What are YOU doing here!?

Just thought I’d pop in with some snacks and tea I brought from Toconoco.

I’m here to help you, silly! Or at least I was until you THREW ME AT A WALL!

But how did you-!?

You can thank your friend Rantaro for that one.

I see...

Wait, but my phone is on low...battery?

*Kaede goes check her battery, only to see it slowly rising.

Oh, don’t worry about that. The phone doesn’t run out of battery so long as I’m inside it.

That’s...helpful!

But...why ARE you inside my phone?

I think it’s better if I show you...Just sit tight.

*Sora disappears from the phone screen.

...

*Kaede waits for a few minutes, until all of a sudden, her phone begins to ring with a FaceTime call.

!!!??

*She quickly answers it.

Hello!?

KAEDE!?

SHUICHI!

Well, look who’s still in one piece~!

*Kaede sees the faces of Rantaro and Shuichi on the other side of her phone screen, her face lighting up with joy and hope.

Kaede, you ok!? You not hurt, right?

Kaede!

You seem to be alright...A little tired maybe?

How are you holding up?

You better be alive, bestie!

Guys...

*Kaede wipes a happy tear from her eyes before responding.

I’m fine actually. In fact, it’s been pretty quiet in here. Haven’t encountered any real danger so far.

I’m nervous paranoid and sad more than anything.

Heh...That’s some valuable honesty.

Listen to me Akamatsu. We’re continuing to study the doors, and we’ve at least figured out what it is we’re dealing with. Unfortunately there’s no-

*CLICK!*

Whuh!? HUH!?

*GASP!* Haaah...

*Everyone’s faces suddenly disappear from the screen, and Sora’s returns.

Sora!? What happened!?

Sorry, sorry, this is tougher than I thought! Just give me a second to stretch!

*Sora indeed stretches, then vanishes again. Once she does, Kyoko’s face returns.

Kaede?

Hey, I’m back! Sorry, something happened with Sora.

Is she alright!?

I...think? She told me she needed a second to stretch.

That makes sense. She’s basically using all her energy to keep the blockade open.

In that case, we don’t have much time, so I’ll keep this short.

Ando has been freed of his brainwashing and has confirmed that there isn’t any way currently that you can open the lab from the inside. As for these doors, they appear to be completely impenetrable for the most part.

Cool...sounds like my options are fairly limited here.

Indeed. But now that we have Ando and several other people arriving to assist us, we’ll find a way out soon. Just hold out in there until we can.

Sora can hold open the communications blockade to allow us to talk to you for short periods of time, Kaede. Plus, now that I’ve shot her inside the lab, she’s stuck in there with you, so at least you’ll have some familiar company.

Really? And...she knew that going in, right?

It was her idea actually. 

She was pretty serious about wanting to help. Even at her wife’s behest.

Please keep her safe Kaede.

I will...It’s the least I owe her.

And Shuichi? Are you alright? To be honest, you look a little worse for wear as well.

Yeah I...I’ve been stressed.

We’re working on getting you out of there Akamatsu, but if you plan on exploring anywhere for a way out yourself, be careful. Just because you haven’t encountered any danger, doesn’t mean you won’t.

We’ll work on things out here, and you see if you can get something in there. Maybe you should find whatever AI is jamming the communications and smash it to bits to give Sora some rest.

I’ll keep an eye out. Thanks Kuripa. And don’t worry Shuichi, I’m ok. 

Now that I have Sora, I feel better than ever.

Good...That cheers me up a bit.

This is a bit of a groaner but...I love you Kaede. Don’t die in there.

Wouldn’t dream of it.

We should probably hang up now to give Sora a rest, but we’ll contact each other as soon as any developments pop up.

Alright, I’m gonna trust you. Hang tight everyone!

Same to you!

*The call ends suddenly.

Uuugh...I do not have the physical body strength to do that for long...

Actually...I don’t have a physical body period...

Sora...I...You sacrificed your freedom to help me...?

Hey now, let’s not get cheesy. 

You’re my pal. If you’re in trouble, I want to help you. And given that I’m the only person with the power to do so, well...Why wouldn’t I?

And you know what? I think I know where to start. 

Where?

Getting you to take a damn shower.

Wait, there’s a shower in here?

*Sora displays the lab map on Kaede’s screen.

Down the hallway, left, then right.

Awesome!

*Kaede secures her phone and weapon, then cautiously leaves the lab to head to the shower.

[hanatriestowrite]

Birthdays in a Tidal Wave

(A Companion Piece to Ben’s Three goals which you can find here)

In the Umbrella Academy, a birthday was nothing special. There were no cakes or celebration, no songs or parties. They simply trained until their muscles gave out. Whether it was private sessions or group training, it mattered little to the children. They learned the endure this cruel punishment on their special day. It seemed the training felt near unbearable on this day.

   The children made do with what they had. Allison and Luther would disappear for hours at a time when they had the chance. Although they thought they were being sneaky, everyone knew that they both hid up in the attic for some time to themselves.

   Vanya used to spend every birthday leaving a  peanut butter marshmallow sandwich at Five's door. Five returned the favor by arriving with a new sheet of music in his hand, a song that Vanya had been eyeing for months. In his free time, Five made his way to Vanya's practice room and stayed there until he was forced to leave.

   Now that Five was gone Vanya spent her day more secluded than ever. She seldom came out of her room. The screech of her violin alerted everyone not to come near. She drowned herself in the music. There would be a concerning number of pills missing from her medication. When she did leave her room, she spent her day in Five's room, a peanut butter marshmallow sandwich in hand.

   Diego ran straight to Mom on the day of his birthday. When Reginald wasn't making him throw blades until his arms burned or stay underwater until he couldn't feel his hands anymore, he took to baking with Mom. When no one was around, Mom kissed him on the crown of his head and whispered, “Happy Birthday.” Covered in flour and frosting, Diego was always in a better mood than usual. After the sunset, the other children found a slice of cake in front of their door. Even Luther.

   If Klaus was not completely high off his ass, he found himself raiding Allison's or Mom's closet along with Ben. Klaus wore the clothes and performed a fashion show for Ben. If Ben was feeling secure enough, he would join Klaus in his “fashion show”. They would find the most ridiculous outfits or the most beautiful. Their laughter echoed throughout the room.

   On a bad day, Klaus would spend his birthday curled up in Ben's bed. Ben sat at the edge of the bed, reading a book aloud. He never particularly like reading aloud, but his soft voice carried the stories into Klaus's ears. After the sun fell beneath the horizon, he grabbed the cake in front of Klaus's door and ate his cake with Klaus. If things got too bad, Ben pulled Klaus into a hug and stayed like that until they fell asleep.

  It was the day of before the fifteenth birthday, and curfew had just passed. Ben was just about ready for bed when he heard a rapping at the window. Ben tensed, the monsters inside his chest squirming uncomfortably.

  He was on the third floor, how the hell would anyone be able to scale the building? He hoped that it was just a spare branch that scraped against the window. He really hoped that it wasn't some creepy stalker fan that somehow found their way around the security measures put in place. God knows they had to deal with that more often than they would've wished.

He carefully approached the window. He held his breath. And Ben peered out. Nothing.

   The tension from Ben’s shoulders began to relax, and he turned his back towards the window, making his way back to his bed. It was probably just a figment of his imagination. The stress of the week was simply getting to him.

   A hand slammed on to the window with an ear-shattering crack. A dark figure emerged from the bottom of the window, crawling up, engulfing the entire view. Ben slapped his hand against his mouth, muffling a blood-curdling scream. Panic began to bubble inside of him. His legs were reduced to lead. The monsters had slipped out of his shirt, tentacles swinging around violently, caging Ben into a protective sphere.

   The window creaked open, and Ben’s tentacles slithered up to the window, recoiling from a sudden noise coming from the other side of the window.

   Laughter.

   Ben stumbled back onto his bed, scowling as a mop of curly hair was a top of a cackling face, slip inside of his room. The monsters retreated back into Ben’s shirt, curling back into the portal in his stomach. Klaus looked smug, way too smug.

   “You know I could’ve killed you,” Ben grumbled, throwing a pillow at Klaus’ face, only for his brother to effortlessly duck before impact. “My creature could’ve torn you into shreds. They can do that.”

   Klaus giggled. He sat right next to Ben on the bed, “Oh come on Ben, you would never, and to your favorite brother too.” Klaus fluttered his eyelashes, earning him another pillow to the face. This time it hit him square in the face. Falling to the ground dramatically, Klaus clutched his chest like one of those dramatic renditions of a high school Shakespearean play. “Betrayed by my own flesh and blood, how could you Ben.”

    “Flesh and blood my ass,” Ben hissed. “What are you doing here anyway? If Reginald found out you were here, he’d kill us both.”

    Klaus scoffed, leaning his head against Ben shoulder, “Please, old Reggie could probably give less of a damn about what we’re doing. He probably already knows, the creepy bastard has way too many security cameras everywhere we turn.”  

    Ben pushed Klaus off his shoulder lightly, only for his brother collapse his head on the bed. “What do you want Klaus?”

    A grin stretched across Klaus’ face, his eyes lighting up with a spark that Ben hadn’t seen in Klaus since they were kids. He was giddy, nearly vibrating off of the bed. Ben couldn’t even recall the last time Klaus had been this excited over anything. He didn’t know whether to be afraid or excited as well. Ben settled for a safer option. Confusion.

    Klaus jumped up off the bed, landing on the floor with terrifying accuracy. He grabbed Ben by the hand and led him to the window. “I have a surprise for you!”

    “A surprise?” Ben deadpanned.

     “Yes a surprise, Benny, oh don’t look at me like that.” Klaus swatted at Ben’s face, playfully.

     Ben raised a brow. “Look at you like what?”

     Klaus pointed to Ben’s face as if his brother could see the expression that was etched upon his face. “The one that looks like you’re judging my entire existence, stop it!”

    “How am I supposed to stop it when I don’t even know what it looks like?” Ben couldn’t help but allow his lips to quirk up into a wry smile.

    “Don’t sass me, young boy.”

    “Klaus, we're literally the same age.”

    Swatting the air in front of Ben, Klaus made his way out of the window. "Semantics. Now come on while the night is still young!"

    Ben watched as his brother disappeared from his view. He hesitated. He would never be able to know what his brother was planning until he went to see it himself. But he couldn't help but wonder, was it dangerous? He doubted it, however, his brother was becoming more and more unpredictable as the years went by. Ben bit down hard on his lip.

    Oh, fuck it.

    Ben climbed out of the window, catching himself on the tree just outside of his room. He would worry about the problems when they got there. The sky outside was pitch black, only the light from his room and the moon above aided in his sight. Blindly climbing down the tree, Ben nearly had a couple of close calls. He couldn't remember the last time he had snuck out of the house, and it definitely showed. He didn't try to even keep count of how many times the creatures inside of his stomach kept him from falling by slipping out of his stomach and gripping on to the branches for support..

   It took some time, but eventually, Ben was able to make it down the tree. Klaus was waiting for him, tapping his foot impatiently.

      “Hurry up!” he exclaimed.

       Ben raised a brow. His brother could be so pushy. “Jeez calm down. I’m coming” He jogged over to Klaus.

       “You walk like our old man,” Klaus complained.

       Ben scrunched his face up in disgust. “Don’t ever compare me to him. Jesus, it gives me the chills just thinking about it.”

     “No need to be dramatic.”

     “You’re one to talk.”

     Klaus was leading Ben far from their home, far enough for Ben to start feeling squeamish. “Klaus, where the hell are we going?”

     His brother pressed a finger against his own lips. “That’s a secret.”      Ben huffed in exasperation, shuddering at the thought that just came over him. “Klaus I swear to god if you’re planning on taking me clubbing again-”

     “I’m not taking you clubbing,” Klaus’s cheeks dusted pink. “It was one time and I promised that I wouldn’t do it again. Jesus Christ, it was one time.”

     “One time too many,” Ben grumbled.

      “My dearest, most favorite brother-” Klaus started.

      “I thought that title belongs to Diego.”       Klaus scowled, raising his volume. “MY dearest, most FAVORITE brother, I am one hundred percent sure, that you will enjoy this surprise!” He said. “And if you don’t, then I have a full money back guarantee, I will...hmmm.”

     Ben hummed thoughtfully. What could his brother do to make it up to him? Then it hit him. Ben clapped his hands together, grinning wickedly. “You’ll do all my chores for a month?”

     Klaus stared at Ben with a mock terror in his eyes, before slumping down into a pout. “You drive a hard bargain, Hargreaves.”

     Ben chuckled, allowing Klaus to swing his arm around his shoulder. “I try.”

     “But that’s only if you don’t like it,” Klaus said, “And I bet your balls that you will- no I know that you’ll love it!”

    Raising a brow, Ben said, “I look forward to it then.” Klaus certainly did know how to pique his curiosity.

     Klaus stopped walking and gesture over to the road. “And here is our royal steed.”

    Ben froze where he stood as the color started to drain from his face. A Volkswagon SUV was waiting for them at the road. This was where he died. He was almost certain that if there is a god they would claim him right now. That or he’ll be stuck as a ghost haunting Klaus’s ass when sober if his brother comes out alive. Call him dramatic, but there was nothing good that would come out of this.

    “Goddamnit, Klaus.”

     Klaus frowned, “And you kiss Mom with that mouth.”      Ben massaged the bridge of his nose. Klaus was going to give him an aneurysm. “Please don’t tell me that you stole that.”     Klaus let out an offended gasp as he approached the car. “How dare you assume such a thing. Do you think so lowly of me Ben? I’m hurt. Simply hurt.” He raised his hand up to his chest. “I’ll have you know, I just had a friend who owed me a favor. And he was happy to supply me with a car.”

   “Do you know how to drive the thing?” Ben asked, concern dripping in every word.

  “I’ve practiced… once or twice,” Klaus trailed off, looking very sheepish.

   Running his hand down his face, Ben sighed. “We’re so dead.”

  “Maybe...”

   Resigned to his fate, Ben opened the door to the car and slipped in. This surprise better has been worth it if Klaus was probably going to make this ride into a living death trap. Klaus entered the driver seat and fumbled with the keys before finding the right one and turning on the engine. The engine sputtered, before starting and the low hum of the car.

   Klaus cracked a grin, “Ready?”

   Ben groaned. “Just start the damn car, Klaus.”

   The ride to nowhere went as smoothly as it could’ve gone. Most of it consisted of Klaus talking Ben’s ear off and not paying attention to the road. Ben had felt as if he had about five different heart attacks as he screamed for Klaus to keep his eyes on the road, even going as far as grabbing a hold of the steering wheel when Klaus got off course. Sometimes they were going miles past the speed limit, and other time they were going at a snail’s pace. It was a miracle that they were not pulled over by the cops. Eventually, Klaus was able to get a hold of things, he was always more of a hands-on learner anyways.

  The next hour went smoothly, with a couple of quips here and there from both parties. Klaus peered out the window, intently as if he was looking for something. A slight recognition crossed his face as he relaxed back into his seat. He bit the bottom of his lip and began to drum his fingers on the steering wheel. Klaus was nervous.

   “I think we’re almost there!” he exclaimed, his face brightening to mask his concern.

    Ben didn’t pry. He knew better than to. “I can’t wait,” he said without his usually dry voice, but actual excitement.

    “But before we approached I need you to do something,” Klaus mentioned, turning to face Ben.

     Ben raised a brow. “Eyes on the road,” he said. Klaus rolled his eyes, quickly jerked his head back to the front. “And what is that?”

     “I need you to close your eyes for me.”

     “Excuse me?”

     Klaus continued, “I mean I was going to blindfold you and then I realized how kinky that sounded so-”      Ben wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Gross.”

    “Exactly that’s why I didn’t go for the blindfolds.”

     “But why?” Ben asked, a frown forming on his lips.

    “Because then that would ruin the surprise!” Klaus complained, “Oh come on Ben, Pleeeease.”

     Ben took a look at his brother. If he was nearly bubbling with excitement before, was about to explode. His eyes twinkled with a sense of anticipation. His free leg bounced, vibrating at the speed. It couldn’t hurt to humor him. Ben closed his eyes.

     “Okay, eyes are closed, Klaus.”

     “Great!”

     Ben stayed sitting with his eyes closed for a good ten minutes. He wasn’t going to lie and say that it wasn’t the most nerve-wracking ten minutes of his entire life. As much as he trusted Klaus with driving, now that he got the hang of it, It gave Ben comfort to be able to see what his brother was doing. It didn’t help that the car dropped with a sickening thump midway through the ride, struggling to move forward.

     He called out to Klaus, asking him, “What the hell was that?”

     “It was nothing,” He heard his brother squeak, a nervous chord struck his voice. “Nothing at all Ben. We’re almost there.”

      “Klaus,” Ben warned.

      “I mean it, Ben! Keep your eyes please.”

      Doubt plagued his mind, but Ben complied. “Fine.”

      Ben could hear the car struggling through an uneven surface, Ben opened his mouth to say ask, but he promptly shut it. He should be able to trust Klaus. After a couple of minutes, the car came to a halt. Ben heard Klaus put the car on park. Klaus let out a breath that he was holding.

     “Okay Ben, you can open them now.”

     Ben slowly opened his eyes, blinking to get rid of the spots that were sprinkled throughout his vision due to the newfound light in the car. He looked up at the past the windshields and all the words that once were contained in his head had disappeared. Ben wordlessly opened the car door and stumbled out. His shoes sunk slightly in the ground, white sand covering them.

     The moon illuminated the scene before him, reflecting off the rich blue waters. The waters stretched as far as he could see, farther even. The night sky glistened in the ocean, decorating it with its glow. The great waves crashed onto shore before retreating back into the waters, leaving a handful of seashells in its place. A strong breeze ran through his hair, and it left the taste of sea salt on his tongue. It looked like a place straight out of his dreams, a place that had only ever existed in his books and his dreams.

     Until now.

    Ben felt the tears prickling in the corner of his eyes as he turned to find his brother. Klaus had already left the car, leaning on the car, watching Ben with a soft smile.

    “You always mentioned that you wanted to go to the sea,” Klaus rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. A ting of pink was beginning to dust his cheek. “this was the least I could do for you. Happy- AH!”

    He fell to the ground as Ben ran to him and wrapped him up in a warm hug. Ben buried his face into Klaus’s chest, the tears spilling out freely. Klaus gingerly slipped his armed under Ben’s arms. He reciprocated the hug.

    “Happy birthday, Ben.”

    “Thank you.”

[corrupt-heaven-and-hell]

Mopina

"Demon Joe, please get out of my throne room, already," Lucifer sighs, watching as the demon mops every inch of the floors and walls.

He shakes his head and keeps aggressively, "It needs to be clean XD lol."

"Why did you say XD out loud?" She questions, before brushing it off, "Just get out. Go see Angel Zee or something."

"Omg that's a great idea," He says excitedly, stopping his mopping, "But I think that he's in Heaven."

Lucifer looks over to Lance, who stands beside her, "Can you take him to the portal room, and escort him to Heaven?"

"Yes, master," He starts to walk forward, grabbing Demon Joe and dragging him along with him.

Demon Joe grabs his mop, clinging onto it for dear life as Lance pulls him into the portal room. Lance activates the portal, and gestures for Demon Joe to go through it.

"Go look for Angel Zee," Lance starts, before adding, "And don't piss off God again."

Demon Joe smiles and nods at him, "I'll just go mop Fernando's room this time!"

Lance rolls his eyes as Demon Joe disappears through the portal. Demon Joe appears on the other side and immediately starts to desperately mop every inch of the hallway. After a few minutes of mopping, his mop hits another mop. He looks up to see his best friend, Angel Zee. They do their secret mop handshake (It's like a handshake but with mops.)

"Did you already mop that side of the hallway?" Angel Zee asks, eyes filled with excitement.

"Yeah I did, but let's do it again to make sure it's clean!!" They both start to mop the same hallway again, seeing who can mop the best.

Alejandro and Fernando watch them from down the hallway. Alejandro looking annoyed, "Why do they like mopping so much?"

Fernando shrugs, saying, "Mom says that they're the weakest links."

Alejandro continues watching them, a thought suddenly coming to mind. A mischievous grin forming on his face, "Do you guys have any extra mops?"

"Yeah, there's a whole closet of back-ups. Why?"

"I've got an idea."

Fernando leads Alejandro to the closet full of mops, and Alejandro pulls out a pair of sunglasses, super gluing it onto to the mop head. He ties some strings to it so it looks like she's standing on her handle.

"Do you think that they'll like their new friend?" Alejandro asks, a sly grin on his face.

Fernando laughs and nods, "Do you think they'll really fall for it?" Alejandro gives him a look, prompting Fernando to say, "Yeah, you're right. That was a stupid question."

"Alright, let's go find them."

It doesn't take them long to find them, as they're mopping the same hallway for the thirteenth time. Alejandro and Fernando hide up in the vents of the ceiling, dangling their creation down behind the two idiots.

"Hey, guys!" Alejandro fakes a girl's voice, "I heard you both really like mops."

Angel Zee and Demon Joe turn around, both of them looking completely astonished. Alejandro and Fernando's exchange worried looks, concerned that they aren't falling for it. After a few seconds, they finally rush up to her, excitedly.

"Zomg!! You are so pretty!! What's your name?" Angel Zee gushes, as he starts feeling her hair.

Demon Joe pushes him out of the way, "Omg, Zee, I saw her first!!"

Alejandro and Fernando stifle their giggles, before Ale speaks in a high-pitched voice, "My name is uh.."

"Mopina!" Fernando cuts in, with a girl's voice.

They both look completely lovestruck complimenting her and trying to win her affection.

"My name Angel Zee!!" Angel Zee explains, bowing to her, "M'lady. I'd be honored to take you out on a special mopping date."

Demon Joe cuts in, trying to get her attention, "I'm Demon Joe, and you are the most beautiful creature in the galaxy!!"

Demon Joe and Angel Zee give each other death glares, but Mopina distracts them, "Now, now, boys, there's enough of me for the both of you!"

"But I don't wanna share!!" Angel Zee stomps his feet like a child.

Demon Joe crosses his arms, a pouty look evident on his face, "Samezies."

"Well, I guess there is one way to win my heart.." Mopina says in an innocent tone.

"We'll do anything!!" They both desperately exclaim.

"Do all of our chores!" Fernando accidentally says in his voice, causing Alejandro to shush him. Fernando clears his throat, using a high-pitched voice again, "I have a list of challenges for you, and whoever does the most wins my heart!"

"That's easy peasy!" Angel Zee says with a smile, "I'm super good at challenges. I always win our mopping competitions!"

"No you don't!" Demon Joe argues, "I'll do the most challenges!!"

Alejandro drops down two pieces of paper, and they both reach out and grab one.

"Wow, there's a lot.." Demon Joe says as he reads over the list.

Angel Zee grins, "Gonna give up already?"

"Never!!"

Zee bows down in front of Mopina and kisses her handle, "M'lady, I'll handle this in no time."

Joe scoffs, mumbling, "Kiss-ass." He turns to Mopina and smiles, pointing at himself, "Don't worry, queen, I'll finish first, and then we can go out to a nice Denny's dinner."

"Wow, so charming," Mopina says sarcastically (Which they don't realize). "There's no time to waste! Get to work on those chores! I mean challenges!"

Angel Zee and Demon Joe rush off in different directions. They're both doing an assortment of chores (very poorly), leaving horrible messes in their wake. Alejandro and Fernando sigh as they see the messes that they've made.

"Yeah, maybe this wasn't your best idea, Ale.."

"Boys!" A harsh voice says from behind them. They both turn around to see one of God's employees, Rick, "Care to explain why Angel Zee and Demon Joe have basically destroyed the castle?"

"Umm.."

"It was Ale's fault!" Fernando quickly points out.

"Thanks a lot, dude." Ale groans, before begging, "Please don't tell my mom."

Rick crosses his arms, a cold expression on his face, "God already has."

Alejandro sulks, and looks away from him, "Dammit, now I'm gonna have to go back to Hell Jail."

Fernando looks around, wondering, "Where did we even leave Mopina?"

Rick raises an eyebrow, "Mopina?"

"They were doing our chores to win the heart of a mop I put sunglasses on and called Mopina," Ale explains to him casually.

Rick sighs, mentally facepalming himself, "Why must you two do things like this?" He grabs both of their arms, pulling them along with him, "You can explain this to God yourself."

They both groan and complains as he drags them down the hallway. Meanwhile, Angel Zee did the most challenges, so he's won Mopina's heart. He holds her close, kissing her mophead, "Seems I've won your heart, fair maiden."

Demon Joe sighs, his eyes tearing up, "I'll never be good enough for her."

"It's okay, you can still mop with us, Demon Joe," Angel Zee explains happily, "But you're the third wheel, rofl."

Demon Joe joins in on their hug, still hoping that he can win Mopina back.

God sits on her throne, looking very annoyed, "You did WHAT?"

"Ugh, mom, just be cool, dude." Fernando tries to calm her down.

"Break the skateboard, Rick." She calls out to her employee, causing Rick to smash the skateboard he's holding on the ground. It shatters to pieces on the ground.

Fernando screams in horror at the sight of his prized possession breaking, "What the hell, mom? Okay, I'm sorry. Just don't break my skateboards."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, too, please don't tell my mom," Ale pleads, hoping to get out of his inevitable punishment.

God crosses her arms, "Too late."

Angel Zee and Demon Joe enter the throne room, Zee holding onto Mopina. "Hey everyone, meet my beautiful new gf! Her name is Mopina."

"Oh no.." Fernando mumbles.

Ale whispers back to him, "Yeah, I guess they still like her."

Rick facepalms, "Great, they're gonna fuck a mop."

[zanpyreanor]

[Story] The Great Escape

Undisclosed Location

Morning after the attacks.

——

Iviaen closed his eyes and waited.

Keylorian steeled himself. His staff and the mop handle were planted firmly on the floor.  Vanthal carefully advanced toward the closet door and opened it, expecting mostly-sedated, hiding, elves.  What he got was a boot to the head that sent him flying across the room.

The monk threw open the infirmary door and looked out.

Zan leapt out of the closet, belt-flail in one hand, scalpels in the other, he looked over Vanthal to see what he was dealing with.

Iviaen hesitated then slipped out of the closet. He wasn't exactly a combatant and his magic wasn't working, he could try to look dangerous, though.

Valthan stood up and held the side of his head, the form reverting to the blue haired Kaldorei. "Ah, there you are. Get back here." he said, roughly pulling the monk, paladin, and mage to the floor in front of him by simple expediency of entangling vines which had sprouted out of the stone floor. "Spirited. I like that."

Zan used the scalpels and attempted to slice at the vines, "No bondage without a safe word, bluebird."

Iviaen summoned fire magic to his fingertip and the tip lit up like a lighter, he attempted to burn his way through one of the roots.

Keylorian hit the druid with a bolt of jade lightning, and kicked at the roots.  Valthan's feathers stood on end. "You're lucky you were on the list, old man," growled the druid.

Zan pulled his legs out from the vines after cutting a few, "Oh, his feathers are ruffled, poor thing." He lunged towards Valthan, he wanted to try and knock the Kaldorei over, or pin him down, "What's a pretty bird like you doing in a place like this?"

Iviaen buried his face in his palm.

"I am the head researcher." he replies, "and consort to the Lady."  He cocks his head and looks up at Zandrae. "You are a feisty one.  You'll be fun."

Zan frowned at the mutated Kaldorei, "You poor thing, you're brainwashed into helping them." He got up and looked to the others, "Let's get out of here."

Keylorian nodded and sent a cloud of red mist into the druid's face, designed to put him to sleep.

Valthan sneezed, and glared, so Key jabbed him in the throat and took the syringe with the anti-magic drug and sedative, and jabbed it into the druid's leg, depressing the plunger.

Zan made his way to the door and slipped outside.

Keylorian followed Iviaen out and locked the door, then looked down the hallway and listened before turning to his right and moving quickly in the direction of what he hoped was an exit.

As the trio moved in the direction Keylorian thought was an exit, they came across a watchman whom quickly alerted the compound of the prisoners escape.

"Can you portal yet?" hissed Keylorian after finding yet another closet as footsteps thundered down the stairs.  This one was a better fit.

Iviaen groaned and arcane energy arced to his fingertips then fizzled out, "No. Not yet. Perhaps we should stay here until I can."

The monk nodded.

Zan sat himself down, "So we sit tight, stay quiet, and rest, hope they don't discover us, fight and flee if they do, and keep doing it until we escape."

The guards, by this point, have gone to the ward where the prisoners were held, found Valthan, and administered the antidote to him. It might be a while before he's back in action. Other guards run down the halls. The watchman pointed in a direction, "They went that way?"

Running feet went by in both directions, with talk in Common, Darnassian, and Thalassian.

Iviaen reached up to his ear and touched the phoenix emblem charm. It glows red, he then taps it in an SOS message then turns it off, "This might get help to us eventually."

Keylorian waited, counting to thirty inside his mind.  He did not know if they would make it out. "I'm not sure how long it will be before they start searching closets and other rooms on this floor," he whispers.

Zan whispered back, "Maybe we need to move."

He looked to Iviaen and then carefully opened the door, creeping down the hall toward the passage at the end, and looked up at the stairs.

Zan and Iviaen hurried after him.

——

Upstairs, in her chambers, Ravennia studied the progress of the teams through the scrying balls with a frown on her face.  Her gaze did not leave the scenes as they winked out slowly one after the other, but she acknowledged the lieutenant who stepped into the room and tapped lightly on the wall.

"Featherbane is down, the three we have procured, Brightblaze, Pyreanor, and Dawnraker have escaped, my Lady."

A manicured brow lifted. "What's the first name of each?" she inquired.

"Iviaen, Zandrae, and Keylorian."

The mage smiled slowly, and reached for a cloth, covering the first two globes. "We cannot let Valthan's prizes get away." she replied.  "Cover every exit, and meet me with your company at the grotto."

"Yes, ma'am." replied the Lieutenant, who turned on his heel and dashed off.

——

Iviaen's stomach growled, "It's going to be hard for me to hide with this stupid stomach." He once again tried to create a portal, but it still fizzled, "What did they do to me?"

"Magic inhibiting drug," replied Keylorian. "They're following the old playbook."

Zandrae followed Keylorian, "We'll just have to break all the rules then, won't we?"

Iviaen sighed, "You were hitting on our captor."

The monk nodded, "I have only transported myself to the Temple before, but I might be able to take all three of us, once we are out of this."

"Right," Iviaen said.

Zan explained, hushed whispers, "He's a bird. I'm not sure if he's actually really a bad guy or just somehow under a compulsion or mind control or whatnot. They like to do that sort of thing. That's why I didn't beat him upside the head."

"He's an enemy," retorted Keylorian. "I understand your desire to reason with him, Pyreanor, but ..." The monk was feeling his way along the passage, looking nervously behind them and in front of him, and drew back as it abruptly widened, opening into a verdant grotto with a view of the sea in the distance. He kept them within the shadow of the passageway.  "Looks like the Arathi Highlands." he murmured.

Zan sighed, "Yeah, I know. We were in no position to try and sway him." He looked out at the grotto, "It's beautiful."

Keylorian looked around. He finds a crack in the rock of the passageway and studies it.  "We should put a tracking beacon here so we can find this place."

Iviaen grabbed the phoenix charm from his other ear and stuck it in the crack, "This is my last one. They're going to kill me when they find out I lost them."

"If they do, I'll raise you and kill them," growled Keylorian.

Iviaen muttered, "They're given to me by people with dangerous secrets."

The monk looked down, then out of the shadowed passage. "Would they rather you were tortured until you gave up their secrets?" he inquired softly.

Iviaen shook his head, "I don't know all their secrets. Just some."

Keylorian nodded. He reached into the crack and handed Iviaen his charm back, and then took a jade statue out of his pocket, snapped it in half with a crack, and placed one half into the crack, The other half went back into the pocket.  "That will work as well. Keeps you out of trouble. How's your magic?"

Iviaen stuck the charm back in his ear and attempted once more to create a portal, "Not enough juice for a portal, I could manage a few frostbolts though."

"Can we get a scroll through to, say, Nelanth, if I let you draw on my strength?" asked the monk. The grotto was peaceful.  There were no sounds coming from the passage. There were no sounds coming from the grotto.  No birdsong. Just the wind.

Iviaen raised a brow and thought for a moment, "Yes. I could open... a tiny portal."

Keylorian smiled and pulled out a charcoal stick and a blank slip of parchment. He wrote quickly, in Farstrider code, the following:  "Zan, Iviaen, Myself captured. Attempting escape. Wedged other half of this statue at end of passage leading into keep.  Hope to be home soon. If we do not make further contact, will need rescue. Bring a very large force. Place is huge. Love, Dad." A tiny sketch of ocean and the grotto with approximate latitude and longitude followed.   He took out the other half of the jade serpent and folded the scroll around it, then nodded to Iviaen. "To Nelanth," he murmured, "Please."

Iviaen summoned all of his energy and opened a small portal to the Sunblade estate, "Put it in quickly."

Keylorian dropped the tiny parcel into the portal with one hand, channeling his chi into the mage with the other.

The scroll materialized on the table in Kailias' kitchen.

Zan looked at the portal, "Okay, what now, we run?"

Keylorian nodded then muttered, "Something's wrong. No birds singing."

Zan took a deep breath and summoned the light to his fingertips briefly, "I can levitate us down if we can make it far enough, but I'm feeling really weak from the stab wound."

"Hopefully we can find a trail," replied Keylorian.

Iviaen looked out at the grotto, "If we stay here, we're going to get captured again. If we go, we have a chance of escape. Let's go."

Keylorian peered outside and waved the others forward, bringing up the rear.

Zan went first, his ears were up and alert, listening for movement.

The three dashed out, following the trail through the slowly widening passageway. The grotto gave way to a gently sloping field. Arrayed across the opening of the field were approximately forty soldiers, a score of magi, a very annoyed looking Valthan Featherbane, and Ravennia Dawnraker, looking resplendent in her battle robes.

She pointed at the three of them and time seemed to slow to a crawl. "Hello, Cousin." she purred, before clenching her hand.

Darkness descended.

[concerned-wet-floor-sign-bot]

I’m only asking because I’m bored

I will do this if yes wins.

[zanpyreanor]

[Story] Enemy Infirmary

Undisclosed Location Around 9pm, Thalassian Time. —— Valthan Featherbane monitored the progress of the three teams through the various scrying devices with a frown.

The operation, as usual, failed to fall into place quite as he desired. However, it was due to the unpredictability of the enemy and the incompetence of the agents coordinating the mercenaries more than anything else.

He looked over his list as one of the healers knocked on his door. "Enter."

"Master, they are bringing in the first person now."

The druid smiled. "Excellent. I'll be right down."

Valthan stood and walked down to the infirmary with his list and a clipboard. The men brought Iviaen in and placed him on the bed. Valthan examined the mage, shook his head as he healed the wounds, and inspected the poison used. It was necessary to inject an antidote, run an IV line, and then add sedative to the regimen-one with anti-magic properties. He didn't want the rotund mage escaping before he could find out what secrets his mind held.

The next carried in was Zandrae, impaled on a sword and bleeding.

Valthan got on his communicator as he healed the ginger paladin and growled, "Idiots, I thought I told you to take them alive."

"You can heal. They'll be fine, Featherbane," was the reply.

"Light-damned bastard," was the druid's response. He clicked off the communicator and finished repairing the damage done by the swords and poisons, and looked the sedated ginger paladin over with a speculative smile when Keylorian was carried in.

"Incompetent fools," muttered the Kaldorei, "I'll kill them when they return."

Soon afterward, he was enjoying a mug of mana tea and watched his patients, as they lay, restrained but able to speak, in the beds. A bag in a locked box held all of the weapons and technical devices on each person, but he did not remove jewelry.

He flipped through the list of people that they had wished to recover from Warden Pyreanor's holding area, as well as other desired persons, and checked off the boxes next to Iviaen Brightblaze and Zandrae Pyreanor.

The druid looked over Keylorian closely, compared his photo to the man on the bed, and frowned. He drew a vial of blood and inserted it into a test device, which spat out an answer.

He checked the box next to Keylorian's name. Valthan paced and then re-checked each man's bindings- at wrist, upper arm, thigh, and calf; they would be able to move their heads when they awakened. He wanted to allow them to attempt to get their bearings before his fun began.

The druid turned, dimmed the lights, and with a fluttering of blue feathers intertwined with his azure hair, he closed and locked the door of the room. The mercenaries would return soon, and he wanted no one messing with his new acquisitions. However, he also desired, very much, to sink his beak and talons into the incompetent agents that had coordinated the attacks.

—— Undisclosed Location The next morning. —— Iviaen stirred first, or rather, his stomach did, magic combat took a lot of energy, as did magical healing, and his stomach noises indicated a need for fuel. Iviaen stirred and his eyes fluttered open, slowly the room came into focus. He sat up, but straps on his upper arms prevented him from sitting up all that much. So instead, he lifted his head and looked around at his surroundings. The lighting in the room was low but he could tell he was in some sort of infirmary, with Zan, Keylorian. Images of the fray flashed in his mind and he closed his eyes, he was possibly held by the enemy or receiving care in neutral territory. The amount of restraint on the bed indicated he was a prisoner here. He lowered his head back to the bed and closed his eyes. It probably wasn't wise to ask for supper.

Sometime later, Zan stirred from his slumber and let out a groan, his stomach hurt and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He shifted in the bed and found himself strapped to it in several places and the reality of his situation dawned on him. He began to pull against the restraints, attempting to break them. He was wide-awake in the darkness of the infirmary.

Keylorian awoke with a start, flinging out a hand to avoid the blade that was no longer there. He was restrained and his ribs hurt. The monk groaned, and the rail of his bed rattled from his sudden hand movement. With deep breaths, he tested out the limits of his restraints in the dim light and looked over toward his right, at empty beds, and to his left, seeing the points of light from Zandrae's eyes. "Bloody son of a troll... They only got three of us."

Zan was quiet for a moment before he spoke, "I'm not sure if that's good or bad."

"I saw them take Brightblaze, then you, after impaling you on a sword." replied Keylorian.

"Well that's why my stomach hurts, ow," Zan managed a laugh.

"You were dying. I think we've been healed." Keylorian took a centering breath and pointed his hand at Zandrae, sending a wave of gentle mist over the paladin.

Zan continued with his struggles, "They will try to interrogate us, and other such things."

"We will have to be strong. They usually tell you that you're left for dead, branded a traitor. That the rest of your family is dead," replied Keylorian, he thought rapidly about the techniques they used to break Alliance prisoners. "Brightblaze. You awake?"

"Awake and hungry," the Mage replied.

The monk carefully worked his arm, gradually stretching out the material binding him. He thought about using a blade of chi, or Light, but did not want any observers to realize that those abilities were an option for him, so he moved and worked the bonds until a knot slipped around to where he could grasp it with his fingers.

Iviaen sat himself up slightly, "It's only a matter of time until they realize we're awake."

Keylorian nodded. He created a blade out of chi in each hand, an extension of his finger, and sliced his forearms free, then extended the length and sharpness to work on the cloth at his upper arms. The monk sat up and with brief "snicks" the restraints around his waist, thighs, and lower legs were gone. Leaning against the beds for support, he freed Zandrae and Iviaen.

Zan got up and looked to Iviaen, "Portal us out of here, would you?"

Iviaen grabbed the IV line, removed it from the catheter in his arm, then stumbled out of bed and attempted to cast a portal, but the spell fizzled, "I'm not able to cast right now."

Keylorian frowned. He looked at Zandrae and Iviaen, "Blast."

Iviaen looked around, "We could try some other route."

"We need to get a message out," muttered the monk as he looked for his shirt. He found the bloodied robe, tunics, and undershirts in a bin and shook his head.

Zan felt behind his ear, his com device was gone, "Well I don't have my earpiece."

Iviaen touched behind his ear and his was gone too, "No coms." His hand then shifted to his highly decorated ears. He detached one of the charms, in the shape of a phoenix, and looked around the room for a place he could stash it that wouldn't get taken out with laundry.

There were many spots. One was behind a medicine cabinet that was slightly detached from the wall.

Iviaen skittered over to that spot and tossed the little charm behind the cabinet then returned to the others, "So what are we going to do?"

Zan eyed Iviaen up and down but didn't question it.

Key started opening drawers and found scalpels. He handed a few to each, then cautiously tried the door--it was locked.

Zan took the scalpels and looked them over, "This will have to do." Zan looked around for other ways out, all he found was a narrow vent, too narrow to climb through. He also examined the door, and the hinges. Could he pop the pins.

Keylorian looked at it, and at the door. The hinges were on the inside of the room, and it was locked from the outside. He found the footlocker and examined it. It, too, was locked, but its hinges were more easily poppable than the doors. The monk chose to pop them off and then open it, and smiled. "Our things."

Zan looked in the footlocker, there wasn't much in there that belonged to him. He grabbed his leather belt and one of his broken spellguns and threaded the belt strap through the trigger loop and tightened it, attaching the useless hunk of magi-mechanical wonder suspended, "Well. I guess it's a flail."

Key nodded and grabbed a broom and a mop, tossing the broom to Iviaen.

Iviaen grabbed his belt, which had a small pouch on it. He smiled, reached into the pouch, and procuded some individually wrapped pieces of candy and ate a few, "Candy?"

Iviaen then caught the broom, "Uh."

Keylorian took his belt out of the trunk and smiled at his whiskey flask. He took a sip, then offered it to the others, nodding to Iviaen. 'Quarterstaff," he explained, twisting the mop-head off of the handle.(edited)

Iviaen twisted the broom head off, "Yes but I am unskilled in non-magical combat."

Zandrae slipped off to the side of the door so that when it opened he'd be hidden behind it, "So now we just... wait?"

"Unless you can pop the hinges," replied the monk, offering his multi-tool.

Zan took the multitool and began using it to pop the hinges, "I should be able to, yeah. They attacked at a really bad time, I wasn't in my armor at all."

Keylorian nodded and looked behind Iviaen, and at another door. He opened it to a linen and broom closet, which held a familiar looking staff. He passed it to Iviaen, and the blade and shield to Zandrae. His staff was wedged in the back, and he set it, with a jade statue, on the floor, and began to cleanse any inhibitors from their systems while the paladin worked on the hinges.

Iviaen traded the broom for his staff and smiled, he attempted to once again use his magic, it still fizzled but the fizzling seemed a bit more visible at his fingertips than before, "I think it's improving."

Valthan watched as the injured teleported back into the keep. This was taking far too long, and less returned from the Silvermoon squad than he expected. He looked at the time. His patients would be waking up soon. "Take care of them as they enter, and keep them here until I return," he ordered, exiting the room and sauntering back down to his prizes, whistling cheerfully as he walked.

Zan froze, the top hinge of the door unhinged, the bottom not yet done, "Um. I hear someone. Take cover." He moved away from the door and pressed his back against a wall.

Keylorian ushered Iviaen into the closet, and attempted to pull Zandrae inside as well.

Zan was yanked into the closet; he closed his eyes and whispered, "This works, too."

Keylorian enters and shuts the door as the whistling kaldorei enters the infirmary, looks around, and squawks in surprise.

Zan stifled a laugh, barely, at the squawking. He fought back his urge to whisper the obvious.

Key gently nudged Zan and waited, his ears pinned back as Featherbane paced, examining the beds, and stooping to look at the lockbox. The feathers intertwined with his hair swooped up in a crest as he turned toward the closet, and the druid began to transform for battle with a small chuckle. "Come out, my pretties," he called, a coy tone in his voice.

Zan remained perfectly still, he rested his hand over his mouth and fought back his impulses to make jokes, he'd be able to use his witty banter soon enough.