#anyway tell me you had to go lawyer mode with your parents to justify feeling/wanting anything without telling me that. yes im blaming them

[skrunksthatwunk]

so a thing that my brain does on the reg is it makes me get nervous about a scenario (ranging from probably-won't-happen to Definitely-Won't-Happen) and then i have to spend like 40 minutes meandering my way through an improv youtube apology video until my brain feels like I've addressed the scenario about as well as i can and lets me move on. usually this comes in the form of like

you accidentally said a forbidden slur (i.e. one i can't reclaim) while streaming/in a group conversation and now have to explain that your brain misfired catastrophically hard and that you've never said this word before (true) And You Have To Do It Well Enough To Be Believed

because like. i wouldn't believe that guy either, y'know? most people in that situation just cross that bridge when they get to it and do pretty bad, so maybe my brain is trying to help prepare me via interrogation. my point is that i spend a lotta my spare time pacing in my bathroom fending off theoretical murder charges (which are either phony OR true OR a secret third thing depending on the day).

as soon as i woke up this morning my brain gave me a new one:

what if people accuse you of faking your (middling) knowledge of french? and also you're a celebrity and have to prove it by speaking french live on a talk show or something.

which like. good morning to you too, brain. the first thing i did was (slowly, mediocrely) construct an appropriately indignant sentence in my head (i haven't used french since my ap exam like a month ago) and then

BUT WHAT IF PEOPLE THINK SOMEONE FED ME THE LINE

ok we'll have the audience write in questions live

WHAT IF THEY STILL THINK IT'S RIGGED AND ALSO WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE ASKING ((<- LIKELY AND UNCHARACTERISTICALLY ROOTED IN LIVED EXPERIENCE!!!)) WHICH WOULD PROBABLY MAKE IT WORSE

girl that's The Most i can do what do you want from me.

and then once i woke up more i had a realization in that blasted out, quiet way—like an astronaut drifting away from their ship untethered, forever. that

the prognosis of taking american public high school language courses is to remember jack shit (pardon my french). it's a classic babe it's near universal. we all know we don't know.

Babygirl, (And I Cannot Express This Enough,) No One Is Ever Going To Make You Speak French Live In ~5-40 Years To Prove You Took It In High School. Go Back To Sleep. there's only like two scenarios you can think of ever where that happens and there's like a 70+% chance you can just say no or ignore it. what a weird thing to fake in the first place too who would even accuse you of that.

anyway sometimes being a citizen of Braintown is funny and not exhausting in a kind of sad clown way but it's usually just kind of awful. something something c'est la vie

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c. AU 11

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Arsé-kun: -Monday, November 8th- Arsé-kun: *Everyone's in class! Everyone's too busy right now. Let's check in with someone else!* Sheepy: Holmes: I deduce… this is the room! How fitting! *he’s trying to seem excited, but he’s nervous more than anything* Arsé-kun: Watson: What gave you the idea? Sheepy: Holmes: ...A gut feeling. Arsé-kun: Watson: So not the crudely drawn sign on the door? Sheepy: Holmes:...Oh, yes, that too. Sheepy: Holmes: Of course, that was the final clue! Arsé-kun: Watson: Just go in already. Sheepy: *Holmes groans and goes in* Arsé-kun: Red: *holding up Crow* Woah... Are they allowed to make angels this small?? Sheepy: Crow: Oi!! I'm NOT small!!! Sheepy: Crow: I'll have you know that among hedgehogs I'm TALL!! At least the ones from the pet stores! Arsé-kun: Red: Compared to Red Magnus you are! You're so small that it's rid⭐ckulous! Sheepy: Crow: Blame my parents, not me! I drink milk every day and it's NEVER helped!!! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Oi, don't drag me into this. Sheepy: Christo: ...Aren't hedgehogs lethally allergic to milk? Sheepy: Crow: Well, it's your parents who decide your height! If I was in control of my height I'd be taller than that dumb Wimpion! Then he could never pick on me. Arsé-kun: Klimt: Is he still picking on you? *he's playing with a butterfly knife* Do I need to interfere? Sheepy: Crow: Yeah, he's a NEET bully! Dark Sun God this, Black Monster that! And then Rom always punches both Wimpion and me 'cuz apparently I'm partially at fault! *pout, pout* Arsé-kun: Klimt: Huh. Maybe I sh- Arsé-kun: Barok: No and do not Sheepy: Holmes: Mr. Reaper! It's a surprise to see you here. Sheepy: Crow: My name is CROW!!! Sheepy: Crow: And I'm too young to be called "Mr"! Call old people like Dad or Uncle that!! Arsé-kun: Barok: Not everything is about you, Crow. Sheepy: Crow: There's no other reapers in the room. Arsé-kun: Barok: Let's keep it that way. Sheepy: Crow: I prefer "Angel of Death" or "Fallen Angel" anyway! Eheheh! They really do sound like cool titles! Arsé-kun: *Raph looks up from working to stare at Crow. How many times do we gotta teach you this lesson, old man??* Sheepy: Holmes:.... Sheepy: Holmes: *thinking*......... Sheepy: Holmes: Oh. I remember you. I watched you kill one of the students once. Sheepy: Crow: He's already dead! It's not killing him if he's dead! Arsé-kun: Barok: Today a detective learns that people die when they are killed. Sheepy: Holmes: That isn't what I mean. Sheepy: Holmes: I mean that I watched him strike one of the students with that guitar he carries around and take his soul, in a room full of innocent bystanders. Arsé-kun: Klimt: Cool. Sheepy: Holmes: Anyway, Mr. Reaper, I didn't expect to see you here. If I'd known, I would've brought my violin. I wrote a new theme song for you. Arsé-kun: Barok: Horrible. I don't want it. Sheepy: Holmes: You sound so eager to hear it! Sheepy: Crow: Myumons get mean when they hear bad enough music, you know! You better not be messing with him! Sheepy: Holmes:???........ Sheepy: Holmes: There's so much I still don't know... Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't worry about it too much. Sheepy: Holmes: I won't. Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose it should be obvious, but... is it true everyone here is actually, well... Arsé-kun: Raph: Sure is! Sheepy: Holmes: Even Mr. Reaper? Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Of course Uncle is an angel. What else would he be? Arsé-kun: Barok: May I offer the alternative? Sheepy: Holmes: Yes? Arsé-kun: Barok: Dead. Sheepy: Holmes:...Dead? Sheepy: Crow: You look lively for a dead guy, Uncle! Arsé-kun: Barok: Horrible. I said that was the alternative. Not that it is correct. Sheepy: Crow: Oooohhh... Sheepy: Holmes: I didn't know you were an uncle, Mr. Reaper. I'm learning all sorts of things today! Arsé-kun: Barok: Unfortunately I have a brother to blame for that. Sheepy: Holmes: He's older than I am and likes gambling. Sheepy: Holmes: How sad for you! I, too, have a brother. He's older than me and likes gambling. Arsé-kun: Barok: And the next time he tries to gamble with me over a court case, I'm going to give him a molotov cocktail. Sheepy: Holmes: You've met him? Arsé-kun: Barok: Sadly, yes. Sheepy: Holmes: Contrary to what the books state, Mycroft and I get along quite well. Sheepy: *Il is busy playing his switch and ignoring all of this* Arsé-kun: *Raph goes back to his stack of paperwork, stretching his two wings out out of annoyance. paperwork* Sheepy: Holmes: I hope you don't mind if I ask a few questions... Arsé-kun: Barok: ... Fine. What. Sheepy: Holmes: Why do some of you have four or six wings? Sheepy: Holmes: Isn't two enough? Wouldn't more get in the way? Arsé-kun: Barok: It's power and rank. The extras can be hidden whenever, but the more they have the higher the rank. Arsé-kun: *Most wings are not out right now that I know of. Raph, again, only has one pair of wings showing* Sheepy: Holmes: So you'll never really be able to know if they're hiding any or not... Arsé-kun: Barok: You could probably guess based on how well known the angel in question is. Most are one or two pairs at most. Sheepy: Holmes: Well known...? Sheepy: Holmes: You overestimate me! Ahahahaha! I don't know a single thing about angels! Arsé-kun: Barok: .... You're hopeless. Sheepy: Holmes: And the loud kid has three pairs... so he's high ranking? Sheepy: Crow: My name is Crow! C-R-O-C -- No! C-R-O-W!!! Arsé-kun: Barok: Yes. Angels of death tend to automatically be six or more. Sheepy: Holmes: And the one with bad vibes who attacked me the other day...? Ah, my brain is all so hazy of that moment. Arsé-kun: Barok: No wonder you're repeating yourself. Judgment got to you. Sheepy: Il: *he looks up from his switch* That is not my name. I also never attacked you. I scared off the source of danger and you happened to be in the middle of it. Arsé-kun: Raph: Draining other angels is not good for them, Il. Sheepy: Il: He recovered, so it's fine. Sheepy: Holmes: That... implies you'd be perfectly willing to do it again. Sheepy: Il: There's no problem with it. Arsé-kun: Raph: If it leaves any harm on them, it is a problem. Memory loss is a problem. Sheepy: Il:.....? Sheepy: Il:....... Sheepy: Il: It takes energy to heal... Sheepy: Il: Improper maintenance can cause future bugs. Arsé-kun: Raph: I've told you that I'll help you when you need it. You don't need to bother with anyone else. Sheepy: Il: ....... Sheepy: Il: I'll ask you for help the next time you're around when it happens. Arsé-kun: Raph: Thank you. Sheepy: Il: But you weren't around this time. Arsé-kun: Raph: ... Fine. Permitted post-event. Sheepy: Il: Thank you. I did a good job! Arsé-kun: Raph: You DID scare away a high level threat, even if it's presence was already permitted. Sheepy: Il: *He's proud of himself!* Sheepy: Holmes: That was my friend... Arsé-kun: Barok: I can't believe you managed to befriend that thing before knowing what you were. Arsé-kun: *Raph's happy that Il's happy. Positive loop* Sheepy: Holmes: He's not a thing. He's simply an entity who is curious about humans. Of course I, a human, could show him just what being one is about! Ahahahahaha! Arsé-kun: Barok: Which you're not. Sheepy: Holmes: Don't you know, Mr. Reaper? Ah, well you wouldn't, because I don't spread this around. But I suppose the new information that we could have known each other before the fall justifies me telling you this... Sheepy: Holmes: I have amnesia. Arsé-kun: *Barok holds a hand out. Klimt pays him without a change of expression* Sheepy: Crow: Wouldn't that be pretty obvious? An angel who doesn't know anything about angels? Probably amnesia! Arsé-kun: Raph: Crow, I had to teach you things as well. Sheepy: Crow:.............. Sheepy: Crow: Yeah, but I'm a farmer! Why would I know anything about that stupid junk anyway?! Arsé-kun: Raph: Because you lived here? Sheepy: Crow: Eh... I didn't really interact with other angels anyway. Life 'n death are intertwined, but just 'cuz you're more on the life side doesn't mean angels are really gonna feel comfortable interacting with someone whose hands are stained with death. Kid or not. Arsé-kun: Raph: ............ Arsé-kun: Raph: I can't argue with that at all! Completely checks out! Sheepy: Christo: Something about you being a brutal killing machine with no remorse for your actions has something to do with it... Did I say that out loud? My mistake. Arsé-kun: Raph: Nope, that's it. Arsé-kun: *Red just sitting there like :> in the background* Sheepy: Il: Machine... Machines cannot feel love. I am very different than a machine. I feel love. I want to feel love, more than anything. I am confident I can feel love. I am going to feel love. Arsé-kun: Raph: And I agree! But you gotta realize it means consequences! Sheepy: Il: Consequences... Oh, saying sorry and moving on works. Sheepy: Il: That's how it works in otome games. Arsé-kun: *Klimt starts to input and gets backhanded by Barok. No.* Sheepy: Il: That's how it works in otome games. Sheepy: Crow: I don't think that you can just get out of murder by apologizing.... Sheepy: Crow: Uncle's job is to arrest you for that. Because he's a prosetuter! Arsé-kun: Barok: You can't. Even accidental or self-defensive deaths are not-- .... Close enough. Sheepy: Holmes: Prosecuter... Sheepy: Holmes: We've worked on cases together before. It's always so fun. Sheepy: Crow: I can't imagine you ever being fun! Sheepy: Il: Raphael. What is a prosecutor? Arsé-kun: Raph: How do I explain this.. They're the guys who are on the offensive side of a legal case. Lawyers in attack mode. Sheepy: Il: I know of lawyers. I played an otome game with one once. Sheepy: Il: He was in defense mode. He taught me a great deal about love. Arsé-kun: *Barok isn't happy about that description* Sheepy: Il: Holmes, too, taught me about love... That love is not just for others, but for yourself as well. Loving yourself is equally important... So said Sherlock Holmes. Sheepy: Holmes: I never said this. Arsé-kun: Raph: Game version of you. Sheepy: Holmes: How did I get turned into a dating sim boyfriend... Sheepy: Il: The Reaper hasn't been, despite working with you. He needs to work harder if he wants to be acknowledged. Sheepy: Holmes: Is this really how anyone wants their accomplishments acknowledged...? Arsé-kun: Barok: No thank you. Sheepy: Il: It's the greatest honor, I think, that someone thinks that you are so full of love that you could teach others about love. Sheepy: Holmes: I feel like "Mr. Reaper" and "Love" are two sets of words that could never go together. Arsé-kun: Raph: Hey, if Death can be represented by an upside down cupid way back when, it still works out now! Sheepy: Holmes: Hmmm.... An upside down cupid... Sheepy: Holmes: So if we put Mr. Reaper upside down, he'd be full of love? Arsé-kun: Barok: Don't try it. Sheepy: Holmes: You aren't adventurous enough! Sheepy: Holmes: It's important to try to experience things like no one else has. That's how you think outside of the box. Arsé-kun: Klimt: I agree!! Sheepy: Holmes: And it would be hysterical! Arsé-kun: *Barok makes a face of disapproval before turning himself upside down on his chair. He's not pleased.* Sheepy: Holmes: Well? Do you feel full of love? Arsé-kun: Barok: I feel a headache coming on. Sheepy: Holmes: A headache of love! Arsé-kun: Raph: Actually, it's the increased bloodflow to the head. Sheepy: Holmes:..... Sheepy: Holmes: How boring... Sheepy: Holmes: I was hoping for fun romance stories. Arsé-kun: Barok: I could tell plenty. Just not about myself. Sheepy: Holmes: That’s not as interesting… Arsé-kun: Barok: Then you get nothing. Sheepy: Crow: Eheh! Yeah, Uncle's too cool to feel love! Arsé-kun: Raph: Speaking of love, how's Watson? Sheepy: Holmes: Hm? He came with me, but I suppose he was feeling shy and decided not to come in. Arsé-kun: Raph: Huh. I wonder why. Sheepy: Holmes: Really, he seems like he'd be less out of place than I am. Sheepy: Holmes: After all, he is the kinder of the two of us! Arsé-kun: Raph: I'm not sure that would be a factor here.. Sheepy: Holmes: Aren't angels supposed to be kind? Arsé-kun: Raph: Key word: Supposed. A lot of us have gotten worse since falling, honestly. Sheepy: Holmes: Why would they become worse? Arsé-kun: Raph: Lots of reasons. Exposure to more than they're used to, trauma, any kind of injuries, not having the ability to function outside of Heaven.. Arsé-kun: Raph: No moral compass, just becoming more human in general since sin was seen as bad, um Arsé-kun: Raph: ... There's more but I can't be assed. Sheepy: Holmes: I see... Arsé-kun: Raph: I don't mind. A lot of things called sinful weren't even anything worth caring about. Sheepy: Il: They weren't anything worth caring about... Arsé-kun: Raph: Well, a lot were! I'm complaining more about minor things. And emotional things, that was such a load of shit. Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahahaha! I can't imagine myself functioning well with so many rules. I just love to find new ways to break them! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Amen to that! Sheepy: Holmes: So you say, but I have a feeling we two have different perspectives on what rules can be broken... Sheepy: Crow: Dad's responsible and follows rules! I think! Arsé-kun: Klimt: One that can't is church sanctuary. ... That's it! Sheepy: Crow:........ Arsé-kun: Klimt: Laws are for humans. Sure, I'll follow common sense, but I'm not needing a guidework to do what's right. Sheepy: Crow: *squinting* Aren't there rules like "don't steal" or "don't kill people" that should be followed? Arsé-kun: Klimt: Well, obviously, but even those have exceptions. Sheepy: Crow: Exceptions or not, if you kill people, you make more work for me! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Well aware! That's why I've been asking you first! Sheepy: Holmes: You ask your son who you can or can't kill...? Arsé-kun: Klimt: If they're not on death's list, then they're not dying yet! Arsé-kun: Klimt: It's a lot of work if they die early apparently. And anyway, I'm not gonna mess with that! That'd be messed up! Sheepy: Crow: Yeah, yeah! It's a lot more work for me! Arsé-kun: *despite the topic, Klimt has only changed from his casual smile once- and that was on bringing up church sanctuary. fucks given: one* Sheepy: Crow: I've already had bad luck recently of ghosts totally embarrassing me in front of everyone.. Arsé-kun: Raph: Oh, one of my patients was there for that. Okita says he went to hell afterwards, or so he claimed. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Sheepy: Crow: Nah, that's not it. Boss just threw him into his coffin so he could feel dead. Arsé-kun: Raph: Well. That's a new one. Sheepy: Crow: He's got tubunkulosis! He's gonna end up dead if he doesn't do anything about it. Arsé-kun: Raph: He sure does! He came back with a note about an adjustment.. I was wondering where that came from! Sheepy: Crow: Wow! For Death, Boss is working really hard to not have work! I should work harder, too. Arsé-kun: Raph: ... Ooh, he'll get mad if I bring this up.. But he's also not here... Sheepy: Crow: I won't tell Boss what you say! Arsé-kun: Raph: Well, in that case... Arsé-kun: Raph: I like him. He's a good man, even when he's trying to be scary. He doesn't need to warn anyone about their deaths or try to be gentle, but he does. You got a good boss, kid. Sheepy: Crow: Yeah, yeah! Boss is very good to everyone! Sheepy: Crow: Without him, I wouldn't be what I am now! Arsé-kun: Raph: Dare I say it, I'd be willing to bet feathers on him being a sweetheart when no ones around! Hell, probably you too. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Me what? Arsé-kun: *Raph does not clarify himself* Sheepy: Crow: Why would I bet on that? I know the answer. Sheepy: Crow: Boss is my family! I can confirm he's a good guy! I wouldn't bet against that. Arsé-kun: Klimt: Man... If I'd known Crow was around, I wouldn't have gotten upstaged! *he doesn't seem to mind, though* Sheepy: Holmes: You have a chance now to try to gain points. ...Ah, rather than being called cutesy nicknames and being treated as a little on the childish side... Arsé-kun: Raph: What, you don't like being called Holmsies? You're stuck with it. We're all stuck with names if we know Iris. Sheepy: Holmes: Well, I've been stripped of my fatherly title and I'm now just the man that she feels the need to warn psople about. "He can be difficult to deal wih sometimes, but try to be patient with him, okay?" "Try to be gentle with him, because his feelings are easily hurt"..... Arsé-kun: Raph: .. Okay, yeah, I can see how that'd get annoying. I'll see if I can sneak a hint to her at work later. Sheepy: Crow: *annoyed tail swishing* Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose I can be unreliable at times... is that it? Hmhm.... Sheepy: Crow: Just 'cuz I see Boss as family doesn't mean Dad's been upstaged or anything! If Iris can have two dads, I can, too. And I have the coolest Uncle in the world. So there! Arsé-kun: Klimt: I was kidding. Sheepy: Holmes: Ah... I wasn't. Arsé-kun: Raph: You could always engage in an "Ask your dad" feedback loop if Watson's willing to fool around a little. Sheepy: Holmes: Watson? Fool around? Arsé-kun: Raph: Yeah, that was the downside. Too unlikely. Sheepy: Holmes: Yes... At the end of the day, he's pretty serious. Sheepy: Holmes: There's no need to follow rules if you aren't hurting anyone by breaking them. He should have more fun. Arsé-kun: *Klimt mimes an Amen* Sheepy: Holmes: In fact, he can break rules with me! Ahahahaha! Arsé-kun: Barok: I'm going to throw you into jail myself. *he cracks an eye open to glare at Holmes* Sheepy: Holmes: Rules and laws are entirely different! You can't throw me into jail for... let's see. Sheepy: Holmes:...Waking up late when I should be at work, eating in no food areas...feeding pigeons food I don't want in no feeding areas... Sheepy: Holmes:....Standing on things that aren't supposed to be stood on...pressing alarm buttons because they're bright and shiny... Arsé-kun: Barok: Some of those are perfectly reasonable to arrest you over. Sheepy: Holmes: Not true! Arsé-kun: Barok: Public disruptions, especially that last one. Sheepy: Holmes:?! Sheepy: Holmes: And yet.... you have no evidence I did any of those things. Arsé-kun: Barok: Not yet. Sheepy: Holmes: Hmhmhm. Good luck. Sheepy: Il: I feel guilt within you. Arsé-kun: Raph: That's ominous. Please word it differently. Sheepy: Il: He is guilty for his crimes and must be punished. Sheepy: Il: Is that less ominous? Arsé-kun: Raph: A little better, but you don't need to punish small things. That ain't your job. Sheepy: Il:....? Arsé-kun: Raph: You deal with the major problems! We can handle small ones. Sheepy: Il: Really....? Hmm... Arsé-kun: Raph: If you needed to deal with all of them, we wouldn't be here chatting it up, would we? Sheepy: Il: Oh. I understand now. Sheepy: Il: So I should spare him. Sheepy: Crow: He's not on my list so it'd make me really bitter if you gave me extra work! Arsé-kun: Raph: Please don't kill other people if you don't have to. Arsé-kun: Raph: Sins are not a good reason to kill while on terra firma. I've told you this. Sheepy: Il:...........*he's mulling this over*..... Arsé-kun: Raph: Killing people gets you in trouble if it's uncalled for. This will affect your ending. Sheepy: Il:....! Sheepy: Il: I have to make him understand his wrongdoings gently. Is that it? Arsé-kun: Raph: That's it, bud. Arsé-kun: *Red continues Vibing in the bg with Christo. Let the real adults talk* Sheepy: Il: My chains are painless if I am careful. Arsé-kun: Raph: Maybe don't do that. He's still healing from other injuries. Sheepy: Il:...? Other injuries? This is difficult. Sheepy: Holmes: Another answer is to not punish me... Sheepy: Crow: Uncle really doesn't look at all like a reaper... Why not "Mr. Dracula" or something? You know, those Victorian goth men who drink blood? A Dracula. Arsé-kun: Raph: Vampires aren't all dracula, and your uncle isn't one! Sheepy: Crow: I know Uncle isn't a... eh... What is it? Vampire? Sheepy: Crow: But he looks more like one than like a reaper. Sheepy: Crow: For example! He always has wine on him! He wears a cloak! His fashion style! Arsé-kun: Klimt: So edgy and so unnecessary! Sheepy: Crow: I used my vague memories of him for a costume a while back, though! For a Halloween gig! Eheheheh! Of course the cattle loved me! Arsé-kun: Barok: ... So you can dress yourself better than your father. That is good to know. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Sheepy: Crow: Well, I had fun with it, but it was mostly just meant for Halloween! Rom was a Frankenstein! Arsé-kun: Barok: That did nothing to clarify if you meant the scientist or the creation. Arsé-kun: *Barok finally gets back up so he can sit upright. klimt tries to take the chair. klimt gets kicked* Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Scientist? Creation? Sheepy: Crow: I dunno what you're talking about! I just know he was dressed as a Frankenstein. Arsé-kun: Barok: ...... Did he have giant screws on his head? Sheepy: Crow: Yeah, yeah! Arsé-kun: Barok: Then a creation. Sheepy: Crow: I know a real one! He's my buddy! His name is Tree! Arsé-kun: Raph: You call him Tree? Sheepy: Crow: Isn't that his name? I like him! He doesn't bully me about my height! Arsé-kun: Raph: His name is Adam... Sheepy: Crow:.....?! Arsé-kun: Raph: If he didn't complain, he probably likes it! Sheepy: Crow:...Wow, I never realized I was calling him the wrong name this whole time... Arsé-kun: Raph: He helps out around the hospital. Sometimes he does janitorial work because like hell are we letting Nyar in! Arsé-kun: *Raph pauses and thinks* Sheepy: Crow: Yeah! I met him around there! I'm always close by, you know! Arsé-kun: Raph: .... Speaking of which, has anyone even heard about that guy lately? I haven't seen him since last week, and that's... Terrifying, actually. Nyar, not Adam. Sheepy: Crow: Who? I don't know that guy. Sheepy: Holmes: Oh, I haven't seen him. Arsé-kun: Barok: I don't want to see or hear him. Sheepy: Il: I don't like him. Misyr feels similar to him, but has a good heart. Arsé-kun: *Klimt has no idea who we are talking about* Sheepy: Holmes: We probably should be very concerned. Arsé-kun: Red: Red Magnus saw crumpled cans on the ground! Red Magnus isn't a slob and threw them out for him! Arsé-kun: *thanks red for your valuable input.* Arsé-kun: Raph: That Sheepy: Christo: Maybe he was feeling strongly hated and left. Arsé-kun: Raph: That's... Really concerning. He's up to something, then. Either here, or anywhere else. Sheepy: Holmes: But is it our job to stop him? Arsé-kun: Raph: If it endangers any of the students? Yes, absolutely. Sheepy: Holmes:...True. Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose we should tell Mr. Carter later... Arsé-kun: Raph: I'll pop in before I go back to work! It's on the way there anyway. Sheepy: Holmes: Good idea. Sheepy: Crow: What's the big deal with him anyway? Sheepy: Crow: Why should we be scared of him? Arsé-kun: Raph: Who? The guy that alternates between useful and murderous? Sheepy: Crow: Nyar. Arsé-kun: Raph: That's what I said. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Sheepy: Crow: So he's scary because he's murderous? That doesn't scare me. Sheepy: Crow: I can beat anyone with my crimson fist! Ehehe! Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't. It's not worth it. Sheepy: Crow: He's that wimpy? Arsé-kun: Raph: .... I'll make a note to expect you as a patient sometime soon. Sheepy: Crow: I bet Rom's way stronger! And he punches me all the time! Arsé-kun: Red: Red Magnus would fistfight a cd rom! *thanks bud* Sheepy: Crow: No, no! He's ShinganCrimsonZ's drummer! He's real cool! He's the perfect adult! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Your perfect adult beats you up? *he starts rolling up his sleeves* Where can I find this fella? Sheepy: Crow: Oh, where can you find Rom? Sometimes the coffee shop, uhh... Sheepy: Crow: With ShuZo... Class... Arsé-kun: Barok: Don't answer that. He intends violence. Sheepy: Crow: With the other bandmates... Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Sheepy: Crow: You'd lose against Rom! Don't even try it! Arsé-kun: Klimt: :) Sheepy: Crow: Really! Sheepy: Crow: He's really tough! Arsé-kun: Klimt: We'll see about that. Sheepy: Crow: ....Eh? Sheepy: Crow: You shouldn't fight him for that. He's just trying to stop fights between us. Arsé-kun: Klimt: Hmmm, so just the neet. Sheepy: Crow: Wimpion's just a jerk! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Hmmm. Sheepy: Crow: He's always calling me a tiny rodent and insignificant. Arsé-kun: Klimt: So let's really show him what insignificant means! Sheepy: Crow: Yeah, yeah! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Maybe I'll do that right quick while you're still here. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? How? Arsé-kun: Klimt: I haven't picked yet! Do you like the sound of a wooden or metal baseball bat more? Sheepy: Crow: I don't think he plays baseball... Arsé-kun: Klimt: Minor detail. Sheepy: Crow: Shuu can be the pitcher! Arsé-kun: Klimt: .... I like the wooden one better, has more of an oomph to it. Sheepy: Crow: Great, that works! Now we just need to find more players! Arsé-kun: Klimt: You only need two players to intimidate someone. Arsé-kun: Barok: ............. Sheepy: Crow: Since when do you intimidate people in baseball? Sheepy: Crow: Man, angels really have a weird way of playing baseball... When I've seen Shuu play baseball, he's never intimidated anyone... Arsé-kun: Klimt: There's a movie about it, but it's more about cheating than anything else. Arsé-kun: Klimt: It's called "Angels in the Outfield". It's boring. Sheepy: Crow: I don't watch movies! I can't sit through something for thirty minutes, let alone an hour or two! Sheepy: Crow: I've gotta be doing something in that time! Sheepy: Crow: Anyway, cheating is wrong! Not even Shuu would cheat, and he's a smug jerk. Sheepy: Crow: He acts all cutesy to strangers, but to people he knows, well... He's got a really dirty mouth! Full of profanity! Arsé-kun: *Barok is leaving the room in the bg* Arsé-kun: Klimt: But is he a problem... Sheepy: Crow: I gotta top him to be the best! Sheepy: Crow: Although... I really gotta find out why so many people like him... Is it his looks? Hmmm... Man, it's really gonna be hard to compare... Sheepy: Crow:....Do people really like such an artificial look? Arsé-kun: Raph: Sometimes, yes! Sheepy: Crow: Well, my cattle love me for my crimson soul! I don't fake anything! After all, lying is bad! Arsé-kun: Klimt: So what, you milk your fans too? Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Sheepy: Crow: Why would I do that? Sheepy: Crow: You only do that to real cows... Sheepy: Crow:........Wait, wait, for cash... No, our merch doesn't sell as well as we would like... Arsé-kun: Klimt: .. Waaait, have you been distracting me from my brother escaping? Sheepy: Crow: No!! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Oh. Well, he did. Sheepy: Crow: I've just been telling you about things while noting that he was leaving and understanding it was beneficial to allow him to escape! Arsé-kun: Klimt: Too bad. He won't get to see justice play out in real time. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? You found another player? Arsé-kun: Klimt: No, I'm just gonna kick his ass for being mean to you. Sheepy: Crow: I think Wimpion would die if you did that... Arsé-kun: Klimt: Now, now, a broken ass has never killed anybody. Sheepy: Crow: Just 'cuz he's like, 6'2" or something doesn't mean he isn't like a piece of celery... Long, but easily snappable! Arsé-kun: Klimt: All right, fine. I'll settle on a bruised ass, that's the lowest I'll go. Sheepy: Crow: Ehhh... if that's the lowest you'll go, I guess that's fine... Sheepy: Crow: But if you kill him, we'll need someone else to write the sheet music... Arsé-kun: Klimt: I didn't say I was gonna do that! I'm not some sort of maniac! Sheepy: Il: You're incredibly guilty. Sheepy: Il: If it were not for the laws of this land, I would pass judgement down on you upon sight. Arsé-kun: Klimt: What? Guilty? But I'm not feeling any guilt at all. Sheepy: Crow: Well, I guess you wouldn't kill anyone... I don't remember you ever doing that back then, anyway... ........... Arsé-kun: Klimt: Well, yeah. I had a job to do then. Sheepy: Il: Ah, how frightening that you feel no guilt for your crimes... Sheepy: Crow: You had a job? Wow, I didn't remember... Arsé-kun: Klimt: How is stopping bad people from doing bad things a crime? Explain that, Hal 3000! Sheepy: Crow: I mostly remember good times more than anything. Like feeding the cows! And petting the cows! And brushing the cows! And caring for the cows! Sheepy: Il: That is not my name. My name is Il Fado de Rie. Arsé-kun: Klimt: Buddy, I'm gonna call you every robot name I can think of. Sheepy: Il: I am not a robot. I am flesh and blood just like you. Arsé-kun: Klimt: All right, you little terminator, you. Sheepy: Il: A robot cannot feel love. I can feel love. I have not experienced such a wonderful feeling yet, but I will one day. Arsé-kun: Klimt: Good luck, susie. I'm gonna go beat an ass for justice. Sheepy: Il:...Susie? Sheepy: Il: As I said... My name is Il Fado de Rie. Arsé-kun: Klimt: Whatever, askinator. C'mon, Crow. Let's teach that wimp the meaning of fear. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Okay, sure! Sheepy: Crow: See you guys later! Arsé-kun: Raph: See you guys. Don't cause too much trouble, you rascals. Arsé-kun: Raph: Maybe we should get going, Il. I've got work soon and you should probably catch up with Ignis. Sheepy: Il:...*His face may be blank, but he's putting off bad vibes* Sheepy: Il: Work is so soon? Arsé-kun: Raph: Yeah, unfortunately. Sheepy: Il: Then we should go so you have time to talk to Randolph Carter. Arsé-kun: Raph: Good idea! But is everyone else okay with that.. Sheepy: Christo: It doesn't bother me. I would be with Red Magnus regardless of if you were here or not. Arsé-kun: Red: Red Magnus is being used as a stepladder and cannot leave even if he wanted to! Sheepy: Holmes: Thank you for your services. Arsé-kun: Red: What are you looking at? Can I see? Sheepy: Holmes: This book here. Arsé-kun: *Red looks up* Arsé-kun: Red: ... Nope, all I can see is up your coat! Sheepy: Holmes: I'd prefer if you didn't look up my coat... Arsé-kun: Red: Then get your coat off Red's face! Sheepy: Holmes: I'll be down in a moment... Sheepy: *Holmes gets down, holding a strange book in his hands* Arsé-kun: Red: That doesn't look priesty.. Sheepy: Holmes: That's why it caught my eye. I don't think it's supposed to be here. Arsé-kun: *the book is chewing on his sleeve, normal book behavior* Sheepy: Holmes: Ah...I really liked this coat, too... Sheepy: Holmes:...Maybe Watson can fix it... Sheepy: *Holmes looks out the door for Watson* Arsé-kun: *Watson is right outside, smoking a pipe and tinkering with his watch. work you piece of shit.* Sheepy: Holmes: Watson.... Arsé-kun: Watson: Yes? Is it over yet? Sheepy: Holmes: My sleeve is damaged. It's my favorite coat, too. Sheepy: Holmes: It was chewed on... Sheepy: Holmes: You can fix it, can't you? Arsé-kun: Watson: Chewed on...? By what?? Sheepy: Holmes: *He shows off the strange book he found* This. Arsé-kun: Watson: .... Give me that. Sheepy: *Holmes gives him the book* Arsé-kun: *Watson puts it under his leg to keep it shut. denied* Sheepy: Holmes: Is the damage unfixable? Arsé-kun: Watson: It's just a few small holes. I can fix that easily once we get home. Sheepy: Holmes: Ah...! I knew I could count on you! Arsé-kun: Watson: As you should. Sheepy: Holmes: Is your watch broken? Arsé-kun: Watson: Yes. I'm gonna have to let the mechanic get a hold of it later. Sheepy: Holmes: Oh, it's for the best that you didn't ask me. I wouldn't be able to stand sitting and working on something so tedious for very long. Arsé-kun: Watson: That's why I didn't ask you. Sheepy: Holmes: And yet, it seems like an unfair trade that you're fixing my sleeve and I'm not going to do anything in return... Arsé-kun: Watson: You'll be there. That's my payment. Sheepy: Holmes:....! Sheepy: Holmes: Really... Most people would say, "you not being there would be my payment"... Arsé-kun: Watson: We're married, you idiot. Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahaha! I sure am lucky! Sheepy: Holmes: Ah, right. I feel like you would have fit in better at the meet-up than I did. Arsé-kun: Watson: I don't think so. I didn't like how it felt even from out here. Sheepy: Holmes: I felt too normal to be there. Sheepy: Holmes: At the end of the day... I see myself just as human as you, Watson. I suppose it's denial... but I have to ask myself why Mycroft never told me. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... I'm not even full human. You know this. Sheepy: Holmes:.....? Well, prosthetics don't make you any less human. Arsé-kun: Watson: It's a little more than... Ah, never mind. I suppose you aren't wrong. Sheepy: Holmes: Although, I suppose if you really were an angel or something along those lines, to me, you'd still be human. After all, that's all of my memories of you. ... Once again, I suppose that would be denial, but I always considered myself one of the few average people in a world full of things beyond my wildest dreams. I consider you that, too. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm not an angel, but I appreciate the sentiment. Sheepy: Holmes: Ah, so that's not it. Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose that would be too easy... Arsé-kun: Watson: Far too easy. Sheepy: Holmes: Hmmm... Now that I think of the facts I know... Sheepy: Holmes:.......... Sheepy: Holmes: Demon...but what kind? Are there different kinds...? Sheepy: Holmes:........I don't know enough about these things to be making guesses like this. Arsé-kun: Watson: Perhaps. Sheepy: Holmes: I guess I should know more, but I let the security guard handle such matters. Arsé-kun: Watson: You could always ask. Sheepy: Holmes: Ask? Arsé-kun: Watson: Asking questions isn't suddenly a foreign concept to you, is it? Sheepy: Holmes: No, no, it isn't. I don't know who I would ask about this. Ah, maybe that Misyr Rex fellow who's always rambling about demons. Arsé-kun: Watson: Do not ask him. He does not know anything. Sheepy: Holmes: ...? I suppose if my guess is right, you would know a lot about the subject... Arsé-kun: Watson: ... You can just ask me directly, Sherlock. Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahaha, it's unusual, hearing you use my first name... Sheepy: Holmes:...Are you one? Arsé-kun: Watson: Not entirely. I'll explain more once we're home. Classes are going to be ending soon, and I don't want that knowledge spreading. Sheepy: Holmes: Yes... I can understand that. Arsé-kun: Watson: That being said... I'd better hurry off to work. You can do... Whatever it is you're going to do, I suppose. Sheepy: Holmes: I haven't decided on that yet. Arsé-kun: Watson: Have fun with it regardless. Sheepy: Holmes: I would say the same to you, but I can't imagine your job being fun. Arsé-kun: Watson: It's not. At least I had a break today. Sheepy: Holmes: Ah, I know! Maybe I'll get hurt so I'll have a reason to come see you. Arsé-kun: Watson: DO NOT. Sheepy: Holmes: Too bad. I'll keep thinking on what I should do. Arsé-kun: Watson: Take a lap while you're at it. Sheepy: Holmes: I'll do that. Sheepy: Holmes: Good luck. Arsé-kun: Watson: Thank you. Have fun. Don't get hurt. Sheepy: Holmes: I'll try not to. Arsé-kun: Watson: If you do, I'll give you a reason to mope. Sheepy: Holmes: But my sleeve is bad enough... Arsé-kun: Watson: Exactly. Sheepy: Holmes: So it's not a given with me. Arsé-kun: Watson: Fair enough. Arsé-kun: *4 pm! classes are ended! the students... are released.* Sheepy: Holmes: I'll head off now. See you later. Arsé-kun: Watson: See you at home, dear Holmes. Sheepy: *Holmes heads off to pace laps around the campus* Arsé-kun: Mngwa: --And if I can't do a kickflip, then neither can you! Hell, you'd step on the board and break it because your tits are so fat! Sheepy: Guin: I don't see how my chest would impact that... I think I could do it! Sheepy: Guin: Since you said I couldn't, I feel more fired up than ever to try it! Arsé-kun: Pink: *on the ground* Flip that kick! Right over me! Sheepy: *Guin attempts it!* Sheepy rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5 Sheepy: *Guin...fails, despite her confidence, and instead hits Pink and trips. Oof.* Arsé-kun: Pink: Oop! Better luck next time! Sheepy: Guin: How clumsy of me... Sheepy: Guin: Next time, I'll do better! Arsé-kun: Mngwa: What'd I say?? Big weights throw off your balance! Sheepy: Guin: And yet, I doubt anyone else can do it either. Arsé-kun: Mngwa: Wheel it over, let me try! Sheepy: *Guin gives it to Mngwa* Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20 Arsé-kun: *Mngwa takes the board and runs off. Distance is required for MAXIMUM SPEED.* Sheepy: *Guin watches* Arsé-kun: *Mngwa 'boards on back, and easily kickflips right over Guin and Pink, no ramp needed. She's very smug* Sheepy: Guin: *clapping* Amazing! Good job! Arsé-kun: Pink: Wowee! Sheepy: Holmes: *He's sitting on a railing on the upper level, He doesn't look at all balanced. His position is such that it could inflict that horrible feeling that one gets in one's gut when they see someone too close to the edge of a high place and imagine themselves in that position.* Good job! Wonderful trick! *He's kicking his legs some and rocking slightly to his right and left. he's having fun* However, there is but one thing that I have the misfortune to remind you of... Sheepy: Holmes: Skateboarding is not permitted on the campus. Arsé-kun: Mngwa: Aw, you again? Sheepy: Holmes: Yes, it's your friendly local detective, Sherlock Holmes! Arsé-kun: *Moriarty started walking in, saw Holmes, did a perfect 180° turn* Sheepy: Holmes:...! Ah! Professor! Sheepy: *Holmes jumps down and starts rushing over to Mori at top speed! He doesn't seem to realize that this should hsve broken something.* Sheepy: *...Holmes collides with him, hugging him from behind!* Arsé-kun: Mori: YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK MY HIPS Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahahaa! Professor! You're going to break my heart if you seem so disappointed to see me! Sheepy: Holmes: I don't think I could break your hips so easily! Although I suppose that's a question to ask Watson later. Arsé-kun: Mori: Please stop rushing me like some kind of rabid animal. Sheepy: Holmes: Hmmm? How else am I supposed to show how much I like you? Arsé-kun: Mori: By greeting me like a civilized human being. Sheepy: Holmes:.....Hmhmhm... I never learned how. Arsé-kun: Mori: Get learning. Arsé-kun: *Mngwa resumes skating around the room in the background. fuck da police* Sheepy: *Guin watches and tries to learn from her* Sheepy: Holmes: Wouldn't you feel lonely without anyone to enthusiastically greet you, Professor? Arsé-kun: Mori: My grandson is more mature than you. Sheepy: Holmes: You mean, your own grandson doesn't come over and hug you? Ahahahaha! How unfortunate for you! ... And yet, I am in the same boat with Iris, where she simply sees me as a man she's been tasked with keeping in line. Ah... It won't do, it won't do at all. ... Anyway, most people are probably less mature than him. That isn't a low bar to duck under. Arsé-kun: Mori: ... This is a fair point. I can't argue with this. Sheepy: Holmes: That's not necessarily a good thing... I feel like childhoods should be spent enjoying your time as a child. There's no reason to grow up too fast. But I guess that isn't my area to talk. After all, what experience do I have being a child? Arsé-kun: Mori: Not enough. You're clearly making up for it now. Sheepy: Holmes: No problem doing it now. Arsé-kun: Mori: Some hapless soul could be getting swindled into buying weaponry right this moment and you're spending it being a child? Sheepy: Holmes: I did walk into that the other day. Arsé-kun: Mori: While it's good for some, it's... Still concerning. I don't want my grandson coming home with a pistol. Sheepy: Holmes: How careless of him to do it while babysitting a child... Ah, I don't know if he bribed Satoru, but he didn't bribe me for my silence. Arsé-kun: Mori: Oh? So you know about the snow golem, do you? Sheepy: Holmes: Of course. I saw it the other day, cursing in front of him while selling people swords. Arsé-kun: Mori: I'd like to punt it across a football field. Sheepy: Holmes: I would like to see you do it! Sheepy: Holmes: Although, your hip might give out of you do. Arsé-kun: Mori: That's the problem. Maybe one of the kids will do it one day. Arsé-kun: Lance: *entering scene from the door opposite of Holmes and under the railing* What is this, some kind of murder mystery party? Sheepy: Guin: We're trying to kickflip. Sheepy: Holmes: Ah! *he looks over to Lance* You're not in the hospital anymore. Good, wonderful! I was concerned about you. Arsé-kun: Lance: Neat. Arsé-kun: Lance: *looking at Holmes* You just missed complaining at me. Arsé-kun: Lance: Complaining to the math teacher? Sheepy: Clover: Is harassing Uncle Mori really so entertaining...? Arsé-kun: Pink: Why're you here, old man mystery eater? Sheepy: Holmes: I don't eat mystery, you know. And anyway... What could the delinquent club be without its mascot? Arsé-kun: Pink: WHAT Sheepy: Clover: A better place, I think... Arsé-kun: *Pink jumps up... And trips on Guin. This doesn't stop em at all* Arsé-kun: Pink: I'm the beloved childhood mascot for wrongdoing! Sheepy: Holmes: Oh. I won't deny it. Arsé-kun: Pink: Boss! I'm gonna bully the bad mascot! Sheepy: Clover: Just don't injure him. Arsé-kun: Pink: B'okay! Sheepy: Holmes: My feelings are sensitive, so don't be too cruel. However... If you are the mascot of wrongdoings as a whole, could you really lower yourself to be the mascot of one little delinquent club as well? Arsé-kun: Pink: I can do whatever the hell I want! Rules are for lawyers and the devil! Sheepy: Holmes: Demons follow rules? But what about that Misyr fellow? Arsé-kun: Pink: who Sheepy: Holmes: At the coffee shop. Purple and pink hair. Always reading detective novels while drinking coffee. Arsé-kun: Pink: That's no demon, no way! I thought that was a cosplayer or an alien! Sheepy: Holmes: He's usually cackling about being a demon lord who breaks all the rules. Arsé-kun: Pink: Or an alien in love with Earth's customs with cosplay and anime! Sheepy: Holmes: To my knowledge, he's just like that. Sheepy: Il: Mascots are always animal based. Sheepy: Il: Ignis is the mascot. Arsé-kun: *Ignis looks up from his borgor to stare at Il* Sheepy: Il: After all, you are a dog! Arsé-kun: *Ignis just looks at Holmes for a solid minute before going back to his borogor* Sheepy: Holmes: Ah... it's him. Sheepy: Il: Shuu is the only alternative. Arsé-kun: Pink: Shuu's the patron god of gacha rhythm games and sparkling so much that my corneas self destruct! Sheepy: Shuu: I'm not interested in plastering my face on the non-existent lame merch that would come out of this club. What do I look like, a cash cow? Leave being an annoying self-absorbed mascot to someone else. Arsé-kun: Shuu: So fuck you. Arsé-kun: Pink: So it's between me, goodie two shoes angel bait detective mans, and the girl named after a cat! A catgirl would make a lot of money.... Arsé-kun: *Pink gets a skateboard thrown at them. Pink doesn't care.* Sheepy: Il: You're forgetting Ignis. Arsé-kun: Ignis: Ignis is not a mascot! I'd love to disembowl a mascot though. Now stop making me not eat my burger! *and back to bourgororor* Sheepy: Il: You could be a mascot for a burger place. Arsé-kun: Ignis: I'd eat all the stock. Sheepy: Il: Like... let's see. Sheepy: Il: You could be a clown. Arsé-kun: Ignis: I'd rather die. Sheepy: Il: I will, of course, be your companion... a handsome, romantic prince, having lived his life trapped in a tower.. only having escaped after years of isolation, now looking for love. Sheepy: Il: By the way, you can be my court jester. Arsé-kun: Pink: Why am I being ignored?? I'm the mascot! That's it! Sheepy: Il: Ah! Pink! I know! Sheepy: Il: You can be the hamburglar! Ah, but that concept is already used... Sheepy: Il: Anyway, little do I know... My life will suddenly change as my true love appears in my life! Can I come up with a romantic enough route for the heroine before she chooses another man's route? Only time will tell... Sheepy: Il:...Perhaps I want my route to be as soulcrushing as possible so the heroine cries tears on my behalf? Arsé-kun: Pink: Well, you gotta find a girl first! Do you actually want one or are you just saying it? Sheepy: Il: Hmmm? Sheepy: Il: Hmmmm... Sheepy: Il: I want to experience all the romantic events in otome games! I want to experience the "kabedon"! I just need to find someone as lovable as an otome ikemen to do it! Arsé-kun: Pink: Why ain't you ever say so? Sheepy: Il: I assumed I had... Sheepy: Il: Perhaps one day... I will experience a kabedon for myself, in all of its romantic glory... Sheepy: Il: But for now... what else... I want to experience being in the cold rain, only to have an umbrella put over me... And then we can both blush in silence because we're a little too close to be able to fit under the umbrella... Sheepy: Il: Ah, or a scene where it's cold, and I've given a coat to warm up... Sheepy: Il: *He cups his face in his hands* At the end of the day... I simply want to experience the romantic scenes in otome games! I don't care if it's by a heroine or an ikemen. Arsé-kun: Mngwa: Good fuckin' luck. I ain't doin' it. Sheepy: Il: I hope that one day I can find a route of my very own... Arsé-kun: *Lance is blogging about weaponry, up against the wall.* Sheepy: Guin: Kabedon...? Ah, Il, do you mean like this? *She approaches Lance and suddenly... slams her hand onto the wall next to him! Kabedon.* Arsé-kun: Lance: ?!?!??? *he's so startled he throws his phone an inch up out of his hands. he catches it, but that isn't the point* Sheepy: Guin: Sorry, did I surprise you? Arsé-kun: Lance: Mmmmmmmmmhm! Sheepy: Il: That's it! A kabedon scene! Arsé-kun: *pink cheering* Sheepy: Il: The heroine is usually kabedon'd by the guy she likes in a serious scene, and they're just close enough that a kiss is possible! And yet..! They generally don't lead to them. Ah, like the time Sherlock Holmes kabedon's you to protect you from oncoming gunfire... How romantic! Arsé-kun: *Lance has since turned bright red and is hiding his face with his hands and hair. Send help.* Arsé-kun: Pink: Did y'all expect differently?? It's Il, romance mans supreme! Sheepy: Guin: I-I don't know! He just mentioned it before and it seemed fun to try! Arsé-kun: *Lance is Dying. Not really. He's gone back to blogging but at a much faster pace, like him finishing the post about the M61 Vulcan meaning he'll be freed from this. Even though he could just turn away from her arm and walk away.* Sheepy: *Guin is flustered and doesn't know what to do. Does she just retract her arm and act like nothing happened? She doesn't know.* Arsé-kun: *Mori takes a picture to send to the resident love expert. And then deletes it because he doesn't need this shit after it's purpose.* Arsé-kun: *Mori does not get an instant reply to the text. Raph must be working.* Sheepy: Il: By the way... Ignis. Is your stomach hurting? Arsé-kun: Ignis: Why would it? Sheepy: Il: Mine hurts in a strange way. Arsé-kun: Ignis: ...? *he puts his fifth burget down to turn and look at Il* Did you eat anything weird? Sheepy: Il: No. I don't think so. Nothing out of the usual. Arsé-kun: Pink: Bet somethin' happened somewhere. Sheepy: Il: I can't eat things that are somewhere else. Arsé-kun: Mngwa: Are you having an emotion? Sheepy: Il: Although, I have mostly eaten sugary things today... Maybe that is it... Sheepy: Il: Emotion... Oh, yes, I do. Sheepy: Il: I feel extreme nervousness. Arsé-kun: Ignis: Why?? Nothin's happening here. If it was, I'd kill it. Sheepy: Il: I don't know. Arsé-kun: Mori: Holmes. Arsé-kun: Mori: See if your husband knows where Raphael is. He's not answering texts. Sheepy: Holmes: ...Right. If Watson doesn't read my texts, I'll head over there. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] Watson. Where is Raphael? He isn't answering his texts. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Your timing is god awful. I'm already trying to prevent a Griffin-Okita-Lucan alliance as it is, also I don't know. Sheepy: Holmes: [text: to Watson] He isn't with you? Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Not that I've seen recently. I'll make sure he isn't sleeping in his office, then get back to you. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] If he isn't there all together, I'll head to Carter's to ask if he's seen him. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Be careful. I heard something is living just off the path nearby. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] Don't worry. I'll be fine. But if you don't hear back from me in the next half an hour, maybe I'm in danger. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] ... I'll text you myself. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] Good idea. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Good luck. If anyone hurts you, don't hesitate to tell me who. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] Thanks, you too. And I'll keep that in mind. Arsé-kun: *we ain't writing for another hour, fuck that, here's a free skip* Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] Don't worry. I'm fine. Sorry for the slow response. I got distracted and ignored the ping. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Oh Good. I was just about to start calling you. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] No need. Unfortunately, it seems like Raphael never ended up at Carter's. At this point, I'm not really sure where to check. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] Maybe they're just out on a date. Who knows. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] He'd have celebrated that, no doubt, unless it was a secret. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] It could be! Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Thank you for responding at least. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] Of course. I try to respond when I remember to. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Bit on the stiff side now? What gives? Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] I'm worried about Raphael. He's probably fine, but that doesn't mean I'm not concerned. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] If we're lucky, he's just preparing some kind of practical joke. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] I'm sure that's it. Arsé-kun: Watson: [text: to Holmes] Either way, call if you find anything out. I'll do the same. Sheepy: Holmes: [Text: to Watson] I will if I remember to. Arsé-kun: *Watson puts his phone away. Other matters to attend to.* Sheepy: Iris: Did he find Raphy? Arsé-kun: Watson: Not yet. He thinks Raph didn't even make it to Carter's. I asked him to call if he finds anything. Sheepy: Iris: I can send out a drone later to go looking! Although... what if someone tries to shoot it down...? Sheepy: Grif: *He's clutching Dr. Griffin tightly* You said that Raphael is missing, and that he never made it to Randy's. Right? Arsé-kun: Watson: That is what was said, yes. Sheepy: Grif: That happened to Wil... yesterday? The day before? Sheepy: Grif: Anyway, I found him injured off path. He had a concussion. Sheepy: Grif: It made me mad, and I intended to rampage about it, but it slipped my mind. Hmm... I suppose House's investigations will be beneficial for deciding who to maul. Arsé-kun: Watson: That does explain why Dr. West dragged him in last evening. Sheepy: Grif: It's possible that the same happened to Raphael. Arsé-kun: Watson: If that's the case... When we're done here, you'd better go looking with Holmes. We don't need a bodycount. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. I can do that. Sheepy: Grif: But if House slows me down, I'll just drag him along. Very simple. Yes. Arsé-kun: Watson: Just make sure he doesn't get hurt. Sheepy: Grif: ...? That's my job. Arsé-kun: Watson: Glad to hear it. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Iris: I hope Holmsies doesn't disappear, too... But I'm sure if anyone could reappear, it would be Holmsies... Arsé-kun: Watson: Is Dr. Griffin still struggling? If not, I'll take over from here. Sheepy: Grif: A little. Yes. Arsé-kun: Watson: So that should be... About five more minutes at most. Sheepy: Grif: That sounds right to me. Afterwards, I'll go join House. Arsé-kun: Watson: And please do. If you find anything, do get into contact. Sheepy: Grif: I can't text very well. Unless you can read and write in R'lyehian or Draconian, I'd need to call you. Arsé-kun: Watson: I never said you had to text. Sheepy: Grif: No. You didn't. I'll just call you. Sheepy: Grif: By the way. Did House mention the office being unusually dark? Arsé-kun: Watson: No, he did not. Sheepy: Grif: I see. So Uncle must have left... Arsé-kun: Watson: ..? Sheepy: Grif:....Surely, a detective like him would find that of note. Hmhm.... Arsé-kun: Watson: It wouldn't be of note if he didn't know about it to begin with. Sheepy: Grif: When I visited, I was told that Wil hadn't visited. As I said, he was injured... But clearly, Uncle was there, because the lighrs were off. Randy wouldn't turn his lights off without expecting him. He can take advantage of the darkness, you know. Sheepy: Grif: How would he not know about it? Arsé-kun: Watson: Perhaps your uncle was serving as a distraction. Sheepy: Grif: So if he never entered the office, he wouldn't notice. Arsé-kun: Watson: I feel like we're on two different trains of thought, but that still applies. Sheepy: Grif: I don't really understand... Arsé-kun: Watson: Let's start over. It's possible Holmes hasn't seen Carter yet, and it's possible he has. He doesn't need to tell me everything he finds. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... Sheepy: Grif: Well, I should find House near there, then. Arsé-kun: Watson: It'd be most likely, yes. Sheepy: Grif: Good luck with Griffin. I'll head out to find House. Arsé-kun: Watson: Thank you. Do your best out there. Sheepy: Grif: Ah, so if Randy tells me nothing, I should dismember him... Sheepy: Grif: Truly... that is what I am best at. Arsé-kun: Watson: That is the exact opposite of helpful. Sheepy: Iris: You can leave all the detective work to Holmsies, Groffy! Arsé-kun: Griffin: *the bandages man finally speaks up* You're all so loud... Sheepy: Grif: I can silence the world for you. Forever... Arsé-kun: Watson: Please do not injure or kill any patients. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... Alright. I won't. Sheepy: *Grif just drops Griffin* Arsé-kun: *One dull thud later, Griffin is on the floor.* Sheepy: Grif: I'll be back soon with House. Probably. Arsé-kun: Watson: Good luck. Sheepy: Grif: Thank you. *he heads out* Arsé-kun: *Okay, Grif, where are you going? Are you following the big quest marker, or your own instinct? That's a trick question, both lead to Randy's* Sheepy: *Grif heads to Randy's office.* Arsé-kun: *The lights are on. That is a good first sign* Sheepy: Grif: Hm... So that was a one time thing. Arsé-kun: *Enter? y/n* Sheepy: Grif: Randy. Are you busy? The answer to this question will not impact any following dialogue. It is just an act of politeness to ask. Arsé-kun: Randy: Is today nothing but people interrupting work? First Holmes, now you. Sheepy: Grif: House was here? Arsé-kun: Randy: You only missed him by a couple of minutes. Sheepy: Grif: Did he say where he was going next? Arsé-kun: Randy: He said... He was going to have a drink, and then suggested he'd be looking around locally. And then one other thing. Sheepy: Grif: One other thing? What is it? Arsé-kun: Randy: Something about a.... *he suddenly has a very uncharacteristic, devious grin on his face* Vibe check. Sheepy: *Something suddenly leaps out from Randy and jabs Grif through the chest before he has a chance to respond!* Arsé-kun: Randy: ...... Arsé-kun: *the thing's very appearance has seemingly caused something to happen to Randy, what with him now slumped down into his chair* Sheepy rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20 Sheepy: *Grif collapses to the ground, dead within seconds...* Sheepy: *Grif is frightened! Grif is injured! Grif is fatally wounded! Grif is dead! The party has fallen!* Arsé-kun: *It becomes eerily silent.... And the lights go out.* Sheepy: *Eventually, Grif wakes up on the cold, wet ground...* Arsé-kun: *It's dark, but not so dark that he can't see.* Sheepy: *Grif looks around.* Arsé-kun: *... He's outside. Off-path.* Sheepy: Grif:....! Sheepy: Grif: If I'm here... does that mean Raphael is here, too? Arsé-kun: *Paimon rolls out of Grif's bag and lights up. You have several missed calls.* Sheepy: Grif: *He picks Paimon up* Dad? You're here, too... Arsé-kun: Yog: *from Paimon* Of course! I have identified that grandfather was most definitely present at the time of your last death, despite being unseen and uninvolved. I'm sorry I could not forewarn you of the ambush. Sheepy: Grif: Uncle must have asked him to be there to blind you. Arsé-kun: Yog: Highly likely, given he's the one that killed you. Sheepy: Grif: Yes... I can't believe he managed to scare me. Sheepy: Grif: Is Raphael near by? He may be in danger. Same for House. Arsé-kun: Yog: I believe so, yes. And his name is Holmes. Sheepy: Grif: Comfort and safety is what makes a House a Holmes... Sheepy: Grif: Anyway, I don't trust him very much. Arsé-kun: Yog: .... He is innocent. Sheepy: Grif: That's not it. I know he is innocent here. Sheepy: Grif: He just reads me too well. Sheepy: Grif: *He starts looking for Raph* Yes... I don't like the way he looks at me. Arsé-kun: Yog: That means he is good at his job. Arsé-kun: *... Another light source is spotted!* Sheepy: *Grif rushes over to the source of light* Arsé-kun: *It turns out there's actually two in the same location! One is Shuu's cell phone. The other is Raphael's halo, being unsteadily held like a lantern by a drunken sailor* Sheepy: Grif: Raphael. I found you. Ah... What do I say here... Sheepy: Grif: You can't hide forever, Raphael. I'll always find you. Always... Arsé-kun: *Raph takes a step back and stumbles, falling onto his rear* Sheepy: Grif:...Yes, that's what I'm supposed to say when I rescue someone. Arsé-kun: Yog: No it isn't!! Sheepy: Grif: What? It isn't? Arsé-kun: Yog: That's only for intimidation! We've been over this. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Sheepy: Grif:....... Arsé-kun: Raph: ......... Sheepy: Grif: I've come for you. Are you ready? You won't get very far if you run, you know. Arsé-kun: Raph: Cut'hat out!! Sheepy: Grif: We're going back to the hospital. Sheepy: Grif: Watson was worrying about you, you know. Arsé-kun: Raph: I ain't think I'm 'n any contition to work righ'now... Tell Watsy I might be a bi'tipsy. Sheepy: Shuu: Can you just go home already? I've been waiting out here for a few hours now for you to just wake up, you lazy bum. ... Hehe ⭐️ Did you enjoy your journeys through the dream galaxy? You really should hire a guide like me. Silly angel ⭐️ Arsé-kun: *Raph blankly stares at Shuu. Processing's a bit slow, give him a moment* Arsé-kun: Raph: How'd you know about th..... A few hours?! Sheepy: Shuu: I've got other knocked out people to watch over. What makes you think you're so special that you deserve a few hours of my time, huh? You think everything's about you, don't you?... Hehe ⭐️Don't you know? They call me the lovely ⭐️ sparkling ⭐️ Dream Prince for a reason... did you enjoy your journey? I hope so... ⭐️ Sheepy: Shuu: Why don't you just go home already? You like sleeping on the ground? Are you some sort of camping lover? Disgusting. You make me sick. ... Hehe ⭐️ Just kidding ⭐️ I have to spare some of my insults for the others, so don't feel so sad about not receiving all of them, okay? Arsé-kun: Raph: Why, you.... Why don'tcha.... *he's got a comeback, but the words aren't coming. he gives up.* Who else..? Sheepy: Shuu: If you go and get yourself knocked out again, I'll dish out new insults towards you, okay? So come back soon ⭐️ Clumsy angel ⭐️ But... Just this once, I'll help you, okay? Because I like you. Hehe. Arsé-kun: Raph: .... Bud, I'd luv t' play along, bu'I got no concep' of thinkin' straight righ'now. Sheepy: Shuu: You never do think straight ⭐️ Arsé-kun: Raph: .......... ......... You right. Sheepy: Shuu: However... As I said, I will help, because I don't want anyone to die here. That's no fun. Arsé-kun: Raph: So let Grof take whoev'else is here? Sheepy: Shuu: Let's see.. An hour or two ago, that obnoxious detective was dumped off here. I could have moved him closer to you to keep an eye on both of you, but I realized that I like you much more by far and decided to just leave him there. Sheepy: Grif: House is here? Arsé-kun: Raph: .... ooooh, Johnny's gonna be maa~aaad... Sheepy: Shuu: Hehe ⭐️Watson wouldn't get mad at me. After all, I'm a poor, defenseless Dream Prince lost in the darkness... Arsé-kun: Raph: Not at you, dummy.. Sheepy: Shuu: But I'm sure if he works his brain hard enough, he'll figure out the true culprit. ... Well, that's not that hard of a question to solve, is it? Sheepy: Shuu: Anyway, I'll lead you back while Grif leads back the other ones. Okay? Arsé-kun: Raph: Yes, please... Sheepy: Shuu: *He hops over to Raph and takes his hand before pointing with his other hand* You'll find the others over there, okay? Have fun ⭐️ Sheepy: Grif:...Thanks. *He heads off in the direction Shuu pointed* Sheepy: *Shuu leads Raphael back.* Arsé-kun: *Raph is, as you've probably noticed by now, absolutely drunk. How this happened has not been clarified, but it explains why he needs the help getting back to begin with. He appreciates the help though.* Sheepy: Shuu: Here we are ⭐️ Arsé-kun: Raph: What a good guide you are... I'd hire you if I could. Sheepy: Shuu: I'm even better with dreams ⭐️ Arsé-kun: Raph: I bet! Arsé-kun: *They enter. Watson is pacing in front of the front desk, looking worried. He only stops when he sees Raph and Shuu* Arsé-kun: Watson: This is.. Not what I expected. Care to fill me in? Arsé-kun: Raph: I, uh. I mighta been drinking with Randy bu' I'unno how anythin' else happened... Arsé-kun: Raph: 'pparently your husband got knocked the fuck out before Grif did... Arsé-kun: Watson: W H A T. Sheepy: Shuu: Hehe ⭐️ Don’t worry, Watson. I watched over him closely… ⭐️ Sheepy: Shuu: Just this once, I’ll help, because you’re precious to me. Hehe ⭐️ You, and Raphael… ⭐️ Sheepy: Shuu: Oh, just so you know, Raphael, I took a quick break from watching you to keep up appearances at the delinquents club. Thank you for not dying while I wasn’t looking, okay? ⭐️ Sheepy: Shuu: Let’s see…. Nyarlathotep is knocking out anyone who enters Carter’s office and then dumping them off the path. That’s a satisfactory answer, isn’t it? Grif is collecting together all the victims right now ⭐️ I think Nyarly was willing to let them just die out there, but I thought it’d be more fun if they lived. Arsé-kun: Watson: .... ........ Arsé-kun: Raph: Makes'ense, fine wit' me! But damn, why we not know 'bout this before? Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't... Don't answer that. Sheepy: Shuu: You never asked, so why would I tell you? You think I can read minds or something? Maybe try using your ⭐️ eyes and ears some and you'd notice people were going missing. ... Hehe ⭐️ It's okay, I know you're doing your best ⭐️ Arsé-kun: Raph: T_T Sheepy: Shuu: People can only do so much... and this area isn't your expertise ⭐️ It's okay, I understand ⭐️ Arsé-kun: Watson: Ah! *he hurries over to Grif, to take Holmes from him* Sheepy: Holmes: .....? Watson...? *He seems groggy...* Arsé-kun: Watson: Yes, it's me. Talk later. Let's make sure you and everyone else are okay first. Sheepy: Holmes: .........*he grimaces* Ugh, my head... ... I couldn't text you, sorry... ...But you didn't either. Arsé-kun: Watson: What? I had a whole conversation with you.... Or I thought it was you. Now stop speaking. Sheepy: Holmes:........ Sheepy: Shuu: Oh? Don't you know? It's Nyarlathotep's talent to imitate others. Arsé-kun: Watson: I wish I didn't. Now I'll doubt every message I get. Sheepy: Shuu: Hehe ⭐️ You don't need to doubt me ⭐️ Sheepy: Shuu:....Just kidding, let's be careful in the future, okay? Trust, but verify ⭐️ Arsé-kun: *raph having wandered off to mope.png* Sheepy: *Holmes is moping, too, but he can't wander off because he's with Watson* Sheepy: Iris: Oh! Raphy! You're back! I was really worried about you, you know! *she pouts a bit before giving him a hug* Don't run off again without saying anything, okay? You gave us all a real scare! Arsé-kun: Raph: Eh? I said where I was goin'... I just sure didn't make it. Sheepy: Iris: ...? Arsé-kun: *Romani staring at all this in the background, looking overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things happening here at once. It isn't much to anyone else, he's just not used to it yet* Arsé-kun: Raph: I said I was goin' to Randy's. I... Was there for a bit, at least.. Sheepy: Iris: Groffy mentioned that his brother was attacked there, too. Arsé-kun: Romani: I'm not sure what's happening here, but shouldn't we open the nearest waiting room and do our jobs?? Sheepy: Grif: Worry not. I have already mostly recovered from being stabbed through the chest. Arsé-kun: Romani: you w h a t Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm? Oh, I got murdered earlier. By Uncle. He was possessing Randy and gave me a real scare when he popped out. Arsé-kun: *romani now looks even more confused. help this mans* Arsé-kun: Watson: .. Okay, enough, let's get moving. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to say so. Arsé-kun: Watson: Griflet, please wait a few minutes before you commit violence. Sheepy: Grif: I can wait. Sheepy: *Holmes leans on Watson some. This translates to, 'yes, I need assistance'." Arsé-kun: *Watson gladly assists Holmes. I mean, he's not glad, shut up, you know what I mean* Sheepy: *Holmes is mumbling incoherent nonsense the whole time. Nobody will tell him to shut up* Arsé-kun: *Raph responds in a similar fashion and gives Holmes a fingergun. Whatever Holmes said, he agrees* Arsé-kun: *... After a few minutes, Watson comes back out to speak with Griflet. He's grumpy* Arsé-kun: Watson: Take your sword out. I'm going to do you a favor in return for finding Sherlock. Sheepy: Grif: *He pulls out his sword* Sheepy: Grif: I didn't find him. The foxy man did. I just happened to have my body dumped near by. Arsé-kun: Watson: Yes, but he isn't doing combat, so this is useless for him. Arsé-kun: *Watson puts his hands on Grif's sword and concentrates. One skill check later, Grif's sword starts to heat up to frankly absurd levels!* Sheepy: Grif:...! Sheepy: Grif: Amazing... This should assist me in destroying Uncle. Arsé-kun: Watson: Keep it sheathed when not in use. It'll cool faster when it's out. Sheepy: *Grif sheathes it* Sheepy: Grif: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Watson: No problem. Give your uncle hell for me. Figuratively. Sheepy: Grif: Right. I will. *He heads out!* Arsé-kun: Yog: ... He is still at Randolph's office. Are you ready? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Yog: Grandfather is still there, as is... Ah, he knows we're coming. Hastur is there as well, but I believe there will only be one combatant. Sheepy: Grif: I wonder how he knows... Sheepy: *Grif heads to Randy's office once more.* Arsé-kun: *N!Randy is waiting for him. He's sitting on the desk- A very-unRandy behavior. No point faking it more than you need to, ey, Nyar?* Arsé-kun: N!Randy: Welcome back! Are you ready for a second loss today? I am! Sheepy: Grif: Overconfidence will be your downfall. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: That's funny! I could have sworn that I'm winning! Sheepy: Grif: Now that it's my quest to destroy you, I will pursue you unto the very edges of the Earth. Not even death will stop me from ending your miserable existence, even momentarily. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: Aw, don't be so harsh! You wouldn't want to hurt dear old Randolph, would you? Sheepy: Grif:...... Arsé-kun: N!Randy: Attacking my second favorite human in his own office? Have you no shame? Sheepy: Grif: The quest doesn't mention what I should do with Randy... Arsé-kun: *Quest updated! [Quest: R.I.P. and Tear! Defeat Nyarlathotep however you can! Carter's survival is a bonus.]* Sheepy: Grif: It says his survival is optional. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: ....... Arsé-kun: N!Randy: You wouldn't! Sheepy: Grif:....? Sheepy: Grif: Why not? Arsé-kun: N!Randy: That's your boss and your dad's friend! You wouldn't hurt him! Arsé-kun: N!Randy: You would lose your job! You'd be kicked out! Sheepy: Grif:...... Sheepy: Grif: But wouldn't it be your fault? Sheepy: Grif: After all, you're the one who put him in the situation. Sheepy: Grif: The guilt would be yours and yours alone. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: Nope! See! *he pulls out a handwritten contract. It's in both english and r'ylehian* It says here that I have Randy's permission to be here! Arsé-kun: N!Randy: It clearly states that I, Nyarlathotep, am permitted to act as the primary consciousness as long as I do the work I accepted with it! And I have! I've done more paperwork this week than he's done all month! I should get a raise! Sheepy: Grif: That isn't my problem. Randy told me to protect the campus. He never said I couldn't kill him. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: I say you can't kill him! I won't let you! Sheepy: Grif: Okay. Then get out of him and stop attacking people. Arsé-kun: *He's been angered. His offensive stats have skyrocketed.* Arsé-kun: *N!Randy is too mad to respond.* Sheepy: Grif: By being inside of him when you start a fight with me, you are endangering him. It is your fault if he gets injured. Sheepy: Grif: I am perfectly willing to wait until you stop being a coward and hiding in your shell like a hermit crab. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: Oh, no! I'm not letting you outsmart me! If you want me out so bad, do it yourself! Sheepy: Grif: Okay. If that's the case, I'll just pull you out myself. Sheepy: Grif: The rules say that littering outside is wrong. I would never litter outside. There are no rules about inside. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: You better not! I have to clean all that up! Sheepy: *Grif pulls sand out of his pocket and throws it around. The carpet is now sandy. Gross.* Arsé-kun: N!Randy: You're the worst! *he sounds stressed* Now I have to clean that up too?! Is there anything you won't do, you monster? Sheepy: Grif:...Monster...? Hmhmhm... Let's see. Ah, I finished this earlier... *He pulls out an empty wrapper* I was going to toss this earlier, but I kept it on me until then. Sheepy: Grif: *He approaches the trash can, keeping his eye on Nyar, before dropping it... right next to the trash can. Not in it* Sheepy: Grif: How unfortunate. Arsé-kun: *Grif is very immediately slapped with a tentacle from N!Randy's back. He's very unhappy* Sheepy: Grif: Khh! ... Hahahahah... Ah, you know, I came across something earlier, Uncle. Sheepy: Grif: *He pulls out a colored cube. It's a Rubik's cube! It's unsolved* A gift. For you! Arsé-kun: N!Randy: ..... ........... Arsé-kun: N!Randy: Give me that. Sheepy: Grif: Not until you get out of Randy. Arsé-kun: N!Randy: What, you can't do it now? Sheepy: Grif: It's not a gift for Randy. Arsé-kun: Hastur: Boooooo! Where's the climatic fight scene? This improv sucks! Sheepy: Grif: Uncle, look. He wants Randy dead. Arsé-kun: Hastur: So what? Everyone is gonna die no matter what! Sheepy: *Grif and Nyar turn to face Hastur similarly to how Trip and his wife do in Façade when you say something they don't like.* Arsé-kun: Hastur: ... ... ... Just get on with the damn show! Sheepy: Grif: If you don't like it, you can write a better ending. Sheepy: Grif:...Anyway, I guess I can give it to you, just this once. Sheepy: *Grif gives Nyar!Randy the cube.* Arsé-kun: N!Randy: Gimme that! Thank you, have a horrible day! *he gleefully turns around to solve it* Sheepy: *With Nyar!Randy's back now exposed, Grif grabs onto the tentacle and pulls as hard as he can!* Arsé-kun: *With a VERY uncomfortable sound somewhere between a POP and a SQUELCH, Nyar is pulled out! .. Which he wanted!* Sheepy: *Nyar goes for the easy kill, but Grif is faster and stabs him with his very hot sword!* Arsé-kun: *Randolph, having been unconscious this entire time, silently collapses behind all this. No damage taken.* Sheepy: Nyar: Geez, that's hot! Back up, back up! Nobody said you could use that! Arsé-kun: *Hastur is herding cats away from the fight scene and plopping them on a certain fox's lap. Cat given. Cat given. Cat given* Sheepy: *Shuu seems pleased by this! Maybe hiding beneath his rude personality, he actually likes cute things?* Sheepy: Grif: Dad, is it really against the rules to stab him with this? Arsé-kun: Yog: Certainly not. He's just bitter you came with a buff. Arsé-kun: *Nyar is promptly stabbed again with the hellfire-hot sword.* Sheepy: Nyar: Hot-hot-HOT!! Sheepy: Nyar: Alright, that's it! You've ticked me off! Just fall and perish right now! Don't pass go or collect $200! Sheepy: *Nyar goes for Grif's left shoulder!* Sheepy: *Nyar's tendril goes through Grif's left shoulder! Swinging his sword will be more difficult now!* Sheepy: Grif: ...! Ghh! Sheepy: *Grif passes his sword to his other hand.* Arsé-kun: *Hastur starts looking around warily. He seems to have noticed something.* Sheepy: Nyar: Ahahahaha! Try stabbing me like that, kid! Sheepy: *Grif stabs him like that.* Sheepy: Nyar: HEY!! Arsé-kun: *Hastur cackles* Sheepy: Nyar: Don't laugh at me! Man, this day stinks...! This week stinks! Arsé-kun: Hastur: It's going to get worse, don't you worry! Sheepy: Nyar:...What? Arsé-kun: Hastur: It always does! *Hastur starts picking up the cats and also Shuu. There's something going on here and it's sus* Sheepy: Nyar:...?? Arsé-kun: Hastur: Don't mind me! Keep your eyes on the prize! Sheepy: *Grif stabs Nyar again.* Sheepy: Nyar: Owowowow...! I'm TRYING to have a CONVERSATION HERE! Sheepy: Grif: Have a conversation later. Arsé-kun: Hastur: Performers should only focus on their performance, not the audience! Sheepy: Nyar: The audience isn't supposed to pack up and leave before the performance is over! Arsé-kun: Hastur: Let me explain this in a specific way. You know the great Shan play, yes? Sheepy: Nyar: Yes? Arsé-kun: Hastur: The third act is next. Do with this what you will. I'm getting a new seat. Sheepy: Nyar:...?! Shoot, I gotta protect Randy...! Arsé-kun: *Yog personally appears, coming out of Grif's bag, looking extremely distressed.* Arsé-kun: Yog: Griflet. We need to leave. Sheepy: Grif:...? Arsé-kun: Yog: Now. Sheepy: Grif: *He pulls his sword out of Nyar before heeding Yog's words and rushing to leave!* Sheepy: Nyar: Hey, before you go, take this! *He tosses Randy to Grif, who catches him* Arsé-kun: Yog: You know my intentions. Good to know, Uncle. Sheepy: Nyar: I don't care about your intentions. Sheepy: *Grif exits with Randy* Arsé-kun: Yog: You're staying put. I call a truce until the matter is settled. Sheepy: Nyar:...Ugh, if we have to work with each other, I guess we will! Arsé-kun: Yog: It disgusts me too. Don't worry. But not as much as this. Sheepy: Nyar: What a pain! Arsé-kun: Yog: Something will be done to prevent this one day. Today may not be it, but we can try. Sheepy: Nyar:...Yeah, yeah, sure, I guess so. Sheepy: Nyar: For now, let's just do the best that we can. Arsé-kun: Yog: You start. I'll call for backup. Sheepy: *Meanwhile, Grif has brought Randy to the hospital!* Arsé-kun: *Correct response. Good work, Grif.* Sheepy: Grif: I'm back. Arsé-kun: *Raph looks up from his coffee mug at the front desk* Arsé-kun: Raph: You did it! Good job, bud! Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Sheepy: Grif: Please look at Randy. Sheepy: Grif: He should be unscathed, but Uncle was possessing him for a while. Sheepy: Grif:...Ah. That's right. I'd forgotten. My shoulder is injured, too, but I don't need treatment. I should heal on my own. Arsé-kun: Raph: Both of those are concerning, and you're bleeding out. I'll heal you as soon as Carter is dealt with. Sheepy: Grif: I'm good at bleeding. Sheepy: Grif: If you give me a while, I can bleed out every drop of blood. Sheepy: Shuu:.......... Blood is supposed to stay in the body ⭐️ Sheepy: Shuu: If you're good and let the doctor treat you, I'll give you my special ⭐️ dreamy ⭐️ bandaid, perfect for scaring away even the most nightmarish germs... Hehe ⭐️ Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I bet bandaids are tasty... Arsé-kun: Raph: ........... *he just heals Grif now instead, so he can then take Randy and leave the room to not hear that again* Sheepy: Iris: Oh! You brought Andy! Arsé-kun: Raph: Grif got him for us, yep. As far as I can tell from a cursory glance, he's just sleeping.. But he was possessed, so we should probably keep an eye on him anyway. Sheepy: Iris: Possessed...? Oh, no! Poor Andy... Sheepy: Iris: He works so hard for all of us... Why would anyone go out of their way to harm him? Sheepy: Iris:...Oh, but I guess that the culprit is Nyarly. Arsé-kun: Raph: Oh, probably. Sheepy: Iris: I guess we'll only know how he feels when he wakes up... Arsé-kun: Raph: Yeah... Sheepy: Holmes: Obviously, only Randy can know the truth. ...However. I observed a few fascinating things before I was... Let's see. ... Removed from the situation. Arsé-kun: Raph: Yeah... I don't remember as much as you probably do. Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahaha. Let me guess... You didn't notice there was something wrong with the drink? Arsé-kun: Raph: No. I saw him open it, so I thought it was just like that. Sheepy: Holmes: How lucky you are. Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahaha... Now that I'm up, I'm ready to have some fun! Are you ready to join my theater of logic and deduction? I don't mind any comments from the gallery! Sheepy: Iris: Just tell us what you know and sit down! You really shouldn't be running about. Arsé-kun: Raph: Relax, Iris. If he knows something we need, I'd like to hear it first. Arsé-kun: Raph: Just, can you do it sitting down? Sheepy: Holmes: Sitting down? Ah, you think of me as one of those armchair detectives, do you? Isn't that really depressing? Arsé-kun: Raph: Detective or not, you still got bashed over the head. If you have an aneurysm sitting down, you won't hit your head and make it worse. Sheepy: Holmes: No, I think better on my feet! Or crawling around on a crime scene... Or climbing about on a crime scene... Sheepy: Holmes: Anyway, let's begin! First off, Randolph's office was extremely tidy. Normally, it's messy, and he doesn't have the time to clean it up. The natural conclusion would be that Nyarlathotep cleaned it up for him. However, there's another thing. The sheer amount of finished paperwork, all organized in a way easy to sort through. Nyarlathotep has been missing for the past few days, and anyone who visited Randolph's office in this period would go missing. Furthermore, Randolph has not been seen out of his office causing the kind of chaos associated with Nyarlathotep. Meaning... Sheepy: Holmes: Nyarlathotep probably possessed him with the explicit purpose of assisting him in the buildup of paperwork and the growing mess in his office. Arsé-kun: Raph: I'd believe that, honestly. Arsé-kun: Raph: ... So can I go put him down yet? Sheepy: Holmes: Despite the tidiness associated with Nyarlathotep, Randolph clearly has a piece of paper in his pants pocket... Arsé-kun: Raph: ... Huh! Grab that for me, will you? Sheepy: *...Holmes has been pacing back and forth this entire time. It seems he's totally forgotten about Raph... He does, however, go over to Randolph and retrieves the paper.* Sheepy: Holmes: It's a contract between Randolph and Nyarlathotep. It seems they agreed to the possession, so long as Nyarlathotep would do the paperwork and not let anyone interrupt him. Furthermore, he's banned from killing anyone using Randy's body. Arsé-kun: Raph: .... So that's why he attacked us, probably. Sheepy: Holmes: It says that the allowed time is two days... But it's been longer, hasn't it? Arsé-kun: Raph: Probably. Okay, hold your thoughts until I get back, I wanna actually put the poor man down. Sheepy: Holmes: Go ahead. Arsé-kun: *Raph leaves the scene with Randy* Sheepy: Holmes: Is paperwork... Really so fun? I wonder... Maybe he can do mine, too... Arsé-kun: Watson: *distantly* absolutely not Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahaha! Watson! As you can see, I'm doing perfectly-- *He has a dizzy spell and lands on his butt. Oof.* Arsé-kun: Watson: Doing a perfect demonstration of sitting down after getting beaten up. Sheepy: Holmes: It'll take more than a blow to the head to stop me. Arsé-kun: Watson: Ah. So two. Sheepy: Holmes: Let's see... In my mind... Arsé-kun: Watson: Don't make me straitjacket you like our local psychotic. Sheepy: Holmes:....Maybe a really long fall from a waterfall, only to land in the cold, deadly waters below... Sheepy: Holmes: Ah! I know what you could call it in your stories! Arsé-kun: Watson: ..... *Watson leaves* Sheepy: Holmes: The Final Problem! ... Watson? Where are you going? Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm working! Iris, come help me. He's going to continue this anyway. Sheepy: Iris: Okay, Daddy, I'm coming! Holmsies, make sure to find a better place to sit, okay? Like a chair! *She rushes off to join Watson* Arsé-kun: Raph: ... That's rough, buddy. Sheepy: Holmes: ...Everyone thinks I'm at my best when sitting.... *He decides to just lie on his back on the floor* Maybe they should just find a better detective who can do that. Hmmm... Ah, I'm such a useless detective... Arsé-kun: Raph: Aw, don't be mopey. They just care about your health. Sheepy: Holmes: Everyone cares about my physical health but not my mental health. Arsé-kun: Raph: Concussions are both. Sheepy: Holmes: ......... Sheepy: Holmes:............. Arsé-kun: Raph: At least don't take up the entire hallway. What if I wanna sit down and mope too? Inconsiderate. *he's half joking* Sheepy: Holmes: It's a beautiful day to die, isn't it? Arsé-kun: Raph: Aw, you're not gonna be that lucky. Arsé-kun: *Raph sits down right there in the hall next to him and proceeds to be Sulky* Sheepy: Holmes: Maybe Griffin will appear with a knife and do us in. Arsé-kun: Raph: I'd personally rather just get murdered with something unexpected, like a metal chair. Sheepy: Holmes: But if I die, I guess Watson can't profit off of me messing around and throwing around a few deductions... Arsé-kun: Raph: I'm pretty sure he'd be upset from more than just the lost profit. Sheepy: Holmes: Oh, I've got one. Sheepy: Holmes: "The Adventure of the Empty House". He can write about how empty the house is after all of my paperwork disappears. Arsé-kun: Raph: That's depressing. Sheepy: Holmes: Maybe Nyarlathotep would even help him with it. Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't give him ideas. Sheepy: Holmes: I think the last Sherlock Holmes story could be very fascinating if we think hard on it. Arsé-kun: Raph: Sherlock Holmes and the case of Holy Shit is that Cthulhu Sheepy: Holmes: Oh, I don't want to die to a squid. Arsé-kun: Raph: Eh, he's a pussy. Hit him with a boat. Sheepy: Holmes: I think I want my final scene to be fighting a great criminal by a waterfall, embracing my fears of heights... Only to fall and pull down the criminal with me, slowly plunging into the depths... and then darkness. Sheepy: Holmes: Am I much different than the criminal in my final moments? Arsé-kun: Raph: Hmmm. I'm more concerned about the running waterfall theme again. Sheepy: Holmes: Oh, yes, I was told I fell from one as an excuse as to how I got amnesia. Arsé-kun: Raph: Can you maybe stop bringing up the thing that traumatized you to begin with? I'm trying to sulk about being unhelpful. Sheepy: Holmes: Do you think that in such a situation, the criminal and I would feel hatred for one another for putting us into that situation? Arsé-kun: Raph: I think you'd both feel pretty stupid for even taking it that far when you could have just punched him in the dick. Sheepy: Holmes: You'd fill your thoughts with regrets in your final moments? Sheepy: Holmes:......... Sheepy: Holmes: You're incredibly depressing. Arsé-kun: Raph: To be fair, I'd probably not go that far at all. I'm here to help people, not kill. Sheepy: Holmes: A detective isn't so different from a criminal. Arsé-kun: Raph: Are you committing illegal crimes and profiting on them? Are you actually some kind of mastermind? Sheepy: Holmes: I could. Arsé-kun: Raph: If you ever become evil, I'll join you. Sheepy: Holmes: Similarly, a criminal could use his experiences to solve cases. Arsé-kun: Raph: With that logic, a doctor and a serial killer aren't very different either. Sheepy: Holmes: That's not true. Arsé-kun: Raph: Oh? Why not? Sheepy: Holmes: A serial killer doesn't require medical knowledge to kill others. Arsé-kun: Raph: They do if they're the kind that do the weird body horror stuff. Sheepy: Holmes: A great criminal requires knowledge of committing crimes to do his job. Arsé-kun: Raph: Would a doctor and a torturer be a better example? Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose. Arsé-kun: Raph: Huh. Sheepy: Holmes: However... Consider the following. Sheepy: Holmes: A petty criminal couldn't be a good detective using only the knowledge they gained from their job. A newbie detective couldn't use their knowledge of crimes to commit ones of their own. Sheepy: Holmes: So it's just as much about how much experience they have as what it's in, I think. Arsé-kun: Raph: That makes sense! Sheepy: Holmes: Anyway, Lupin wouod be a great detective... Moriarty, too. Arsé-kun: Romani: *wjat* Sheepy: Holmes: Oh, if I get thrown off a waterfall, they could take my job. That's how Watson can continue to profit. Sheepy: Holmes: No, just Lupin. I think I'd want the professor to throw me off of one. Arsé-kun: Raph: I'm sure he'd want to also. Sheepy: Holmes: We really are so close! Arsé-kun: Raph: It's a sign of good friendship when you want to dunk your friend into a pool and both of you enjoy it. I don't know what you have said would be called. Sheepy: Holmes: We're great rivals! Ah, and close friends, I'd like to think. Sheepy: Holmes: Lupin, too... But Lupin would never throw me off a waterfall. Arsé-kun: Romani: Uhm. Arsé-kun: Romani: May I get through?? I didn't wanna interrupt.. Sheepy: Holmes: You can walk all over me. Everyone else does. Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't do that. Arsé-kun: Romani: Sorry again! *he steps around Holmes the best he can* Sheepy: Holmes: No need to apologize to me. Nobody else does. Arsé-kun: Raph: ... We're gonna be here a while. Sheepy: Holmes: Why stay with someone like me when you can be with someome fun? Arsé-kun: Raph: Oh, you know. Having fun with the conversation. Also being mopey. Therapy. Sheepy: Holmes: Therapy? I'm not a therapist. Sheepy: Holmes: I don't know any... ... Oh, yes, I have vague memories of one around when I first fell. Nosy fellow. He made me nervous. I didn't like him. Arsé-kun: Raph: It really can come off that way if you're not willing to share. He probably should have let you open up on your own schedule. Arsé-kun: *very distant sound of a menu pop-up. griflet is still inside the building* Sheepy: Holmes: Well, it's not as though I need one anymore. Arsé-kun: Raphael: Even if you don't need it, it's still good to check in once in a while. Sheepy: Holmes: Hmmm... I'm not interested in that. Arsé-kun: Raph: That's too bad. We already started. Sheepy: Holmes: What? Arsé-kun: Raph: Well, you're already telling me all of this. Even just unloading how you feel is therapeutic. Sheepy: Holmes: Hahahaha... Maybe I got too comfortable? Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't worry about it. No one else is listening, and I can't share this info. Sheepy: Holmes: I see.... Arsé-kun: Raph: Though... Sheepy: Holmes: Yes? Arsé-kun: Raph: ... He's not here. Do you wanna go rearrange Watson's textbooks as a prank? Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahaha! Sounds fun! Arsé-kun: Raph: Don't tell him we did it. See how long it takes him to notice. Sheepy: Holmes: I won't. Arsé-kun: *Dr. Romani "Wot" V2.0 in the bg* Sheepy: *Holmes finally gets up!* Arsé-kun: *Raph also gets up, brushing off his coat* Sheepy: Holmes: I'm looking forward to see how observant he is. Sheepy: Holmes: Anyway, let's go! Arsé-kun: Raph: Lets! Sheepy: Holmes: *He rushes to find the textbooks! No running in the halls, Holmes.* Arsé-kun: *Raph just strolls after him. No rush.* Sheepy: *Grif, meanwhile, is waiting for Romani's return* Arsé-kun: *And return he does, wielding holla holla get dollas* Arsé-kun: Romani: Sorry for the wait! People decided sitting in the hallway was a cool thing to do! Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... Is that so... I should try it sometime... Arsé-kun: Romani: Please don't! You get in the way and it's a tripping hazard! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: Fine. Arsé-kun: Romani: Anyway, here's the money I owe you! Arsé-kun: *Grif is given twenty dollars ($20)! Put it away! No pop-up because Yog is preoccupied.* Sheepy: Grif:...Thanks. *He puts it away* Arsé-kun: Romani: You did a lot today, too! If nothing else happens, take some time off! You deserve it! ^^ Sheepy: Grif: Uh... Yes. I'll think about it. Sheepy: Grif: Thanks. Good luck. *he heads out!* Arsé-kun: *where you gonna go, grif? you got money!* Sheepy: *Grif heads to the coffee shop.* Arsé-kun: Duncan: Grif! Hiii! Sheepy: Grif: Hello. How is Wil? Arsé-kun: Duncan: He's doin' okay! He's upstairs if you wanna see him! Sheepy: Grif: Great. I'll go check on him. I have news for him. *He walks upstairs to see Wilbur* Arsé-kun: Merlin: *reading over Misyr's shoulder, meanwhile* Sheepy: Misyr: Lupin's a cheater, just like me, but he justifies it because his actions lead to positive results for others. Sheepy: Misyr: I don't really care about results. It's more fun to just snap my fingers and see what blows up! Ahahahaha! That's the Demon Lord way! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Can you justify still reading when I'm here waiting, Grampa? Sheepy: Misyr: Of course. I went back to some previous stories I've read to figure out why Il is so attached to Lupin. Have you seen his Lupin shrine? Arsé-kun: Merlin: No? Do I want to? Sheepy: Misyr: It's full of merch of Lupin and some girl. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Gamer shrine... Sheepy: Misyr: I don't understand the point. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Me neither! So are you gonna teach me somethin' today, or? Sheepy: Misyr: Uhhh... What do I wanna teach... A lot of what I know isn't something a wizard can do. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Blow stuff up? Sheepy: Misyr: Oh, but my abilities aren't really something you can learn! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Awww! Do I have to take a school trip to Hell to learn demon magic? Sheepy: Misyr: Hey, great idea! We could do just that! Sheepy: Misyr: I have something I want to check there anyway. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Wait. Now?! Sheepy: Misyr: Why not? Sheepy: Misyr: As a Demon Lord, I can get there easily. Sheepy: Misyr: Although... Sorry to disappoint... Sheepy: Misyr: Some of what I do is just innately me! Nobody else can do it alone! As long as I understand a concept, I can use it to my advantage and twist it so I can cheat! Ahahahaha! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I haven't even done research yet! I don't know what I'd need to bring! Arsé-kun: Merlin: What would I tell Bedi?? "Babe, I'm going to hell for a field trip!"? Arsé-kun: Merlin: And I use magic, but I don't wanna go if I'll just blow myself up.. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Gosh... But it's Hell.. Sheepy: Misyr: Up to you! Sheepy: Misyr: Personally, I don't tell anyone when I disappear for a bit. Too intrusive. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But I like people knowing if I'm okay... It's nice knowing people care. Sheepy: Misyr: Care...? Sheepy: Misyr:........ Arsé-kun: Merlin: ....... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, I'm here! Sheepy: Misyr: Ahaha... But do you care just for the Misyr you see? Or the Misyr hiding beneath him as well? Are the feelings real if it's the former, I wonder. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Grampa, why are you so difficult? Sheepy: Misyr: Ahahaha! It's fun, after all! Sheepy: Misyr: Anyway, I'm just messing with you. What you see is what you get with me! Arsé-kun: Merlin: At this point, I don't really care if the inside matches the outside. Why should that matter? You're Grampa. Sheepy: Misyr: Mmm.. I don't really get it, but okay, sure! Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's the best part! You don't have to! Sheepy: Misyr: You've got bad taste, but I can't complain! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I do not! Sheepy: Misyr: Okay, whatever you say! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay, so what's blowing something up feel like? Is it like... Really concentrated and then kaboom? Sheepy: Misyr: Eh? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Or does your cool special magic do that part for you? Sheepy: Misyr: I kinda just aim it? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay, so it is a little different! Okay, that makes sense. Arsé-kun: Merlin: So it's more just "Hey that dies now" than anything. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Cool. Maybe one day I'll be so good at magic I won't even need to do most of the work! Sheepy: Misyr: Why would I do it properly if I could cheat? That's the Demon Lord way! Arsé-kun: Watson: Telling lies again, Misyr? Sheepy: Misyr: You know me! I'm the lying Demon King! Arsé-kun: Watson: One of these days you'll actually go to Hell, and then what? Sheepy: Misyr: Hmmm? I have before. Arsé-kun: Watson: Oh? Sheepy: Misyr: Every day, in fact! That's my job, you know! Sheepy: Misyr: I mean, where else would a demon king live...? Arsé-kun: Watson: Wherever he wants. Sheepy: Misyr:....... Sheepy: Misyr: Ahahaha, you still think I'm not a demon? Arsé-kun: Watson: I don't. I've seen demons. You look more like an imitator. Sheepy: Misyr:........ Sheepy: Misyr: I was born like this... Arsé-kun: Watson: Hm. Sheepy: Misyr: So maybe not every demon you've seen makes up how all demons look! Arsé-kun: Watson: I could be wrong on that front. I'll retract that statement. Sheepy: Misyr: I just get rid of them when I want to wear human clothing. Sheepy: Misyr: They'd get in the way! Arsé-kun: Watson: .... Fine. But I still don't think you're actually from Hell. That part I'm not giving up on. Sheepy: Misyr: Aren't all demons from there? Arsé-kun: Watson: Wouldn't you like to know? Sheepy: Misyr: Yeah, that's why I asked! Arsé-kun: Watson: Sometimes. Sheepy: Misyr:.... Eh? Arsé-kun: Watson: Would you believe me if I told you some of those were angels once? Sheepy: Holmes: *in the background* He feels like the angels I met earlier. But simultaneously, he feels like my friend who possessed me the other day... Azathoth? Those are really contradictory, aren't they? Sheepy: Misyr: Eh? Sheepy: Misyr: Angels become demons? Sheepy: Misyr:...... Arsé-kun: Watson: Sometimes, yes. Arsé-kun: Raphael: *also in the background* Not really! "Be not afraid" and all that! Sheepy: Holmes: So, do you think he's an angel? He's too nice to be a demon, isn't he? Sheepy: Misyr: I wonder how that works. Arsé-kun: Raph: I have no idea! I can't tell! Arsé-kun: Watson: .... I don't know if it works that way. Sheepy: Misyr: I bet it does! Arsé-kun: Duncan: *to holmes and raph* I think he's an octodad! Sheepy: Holmes: He doesn't seem like father material to me. Arsé-kun: Raph: Well, he IS the 6th Merlin, so he had to continue the line somehow.. Sheepy: Holmes:..... Sheepy: Holmes: Ehhh... Not well? Arsé-kun: Raph: I can see how. Even if he's unrelated to Hell otherwise, I think he's hella cute enough to pull it off. Sheepy: Misyr: *he appears a little flustered... he apparently heard that* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...? Sheepy: Misyr: Nothing, of course! Sheepy: Holmes: But cuteness doesn't make you dad material, does it? Sheepy: Holmes: Maybe Iris would see me as more dad-like if I worked on my cuteness factor...? Arsé-kun: Raph: It helps in the "getting a wife" part, probably! ... I mean, it does and I know it can. Sheepy: Holmes: I see... I've really misjudged the importance of cuteness... Arsé-kun: Raph: Appearance means a lot, but it isn't always the key feature. Sheepy: Holmes: I think the inside is more important. Arsé-kun: Raph: It's different for everyone. Some people would agree with you. Sheepy: Holmes: I wonder which Watson finds more important... Arsé-kun: Watson: .... Why don't you just ask? Sheepy: Holmes: You can hear me? Arsé-kun: Watson: You're right there. I'm right here. Sheepy: Holmes:....... Arsé-kun: Raph: ....... Sheepy: Holmes: How awkward... You heard everything... Sheepy: Holmes:...Which do you find more important? Arsé-kun: Watson: Inside. Don't you dare take that to mean that I don't like how you look. Sheepy: Holmes: I wasn't going to. Arsé-kun: Watson: *teasingly* Watson doesn't like how I look. What a great day to commit dying on the floor. Sheepy: Holmes: I got over it earlier! I feel optimistic now. Sheepy: Holmes: I'll find another beautiful day to die! Sheepy: Holmes: Just not today. Arsé-kun: Watson: Glad to hear it! Sheepy: Holmes: After all, you're here! There's no reason to get depressed! Arsé-kun: *Watson liked that* Sheepy: Holmes: Anyway, I got it out of my system earlier. Arsé-kun: Watson: Good. I wasn't sure how long I'd have to drag you around for. Sheepy: Misyr: Hey, you mentioned angels turning into demons. Is that real? Arsé-kun: Watson: It is. Sheepy: Misyr: How do they turn back? Arsé-kun: Watson: They don't. Sheepy: Misyr:...They can't turn back? Arsé-kun: Watson: Not that I'm aware of. Raphael? Arsé-kun: Raphael: Ehh.... Only temporary changes. I don't think a long term one can very easily. Arsé-kun: Raph: It can be done! I just don't know how. Sheepy: Misyr: How long is long term? Arsé-kun: Raph: Uh.... At least a hundred years? Sheepy: Misyr: I guess that is a long time! Sheepy: Misyr: I never knew anything about this until now.. That's so scary to imagine. Sheepy: Misyr: Waking up in a body one day that isn't yours... Well, if that happened to me... Sheepy: Misyr: I think I'd probably hide away from everyone I knew so they couldn't see me, too. Arsé-kun: Raph: That's a common reaction. The fear is natural, after all. Sheepy: Misyr:.......Natural, huh.... Sheepy: Misyr: I wonder if thinking you're hideous would be a natural reaction, too. Arsé-kun: Raph: Absolutely. Sheepy: Misyr: After all, I am the handsome Demon Lord! If I became someone else entirely, I might come to hate the new me. Arsé-kun: Watson: Even if only small parts change. The mind is functional and definitely makes sense. Sheepy: Misyr: You say it like you know from experience! Arsé-kun: Watson: You could say that. After all, I do have. Hm. Well. Arsé-kun: *Watson reaches up his sleeve with his other hand and fiddles around with... Something, before pulling it back out.... With the rest of his arm.* Arsé-kun: Watson: First-hand experience. Sheepy: Misyr:...... Sheepy: Misyr: Humans have detachable limbs, hm... Arsé-kun: *Raph stifles his laughter into his hands. The word "stifles" is not actually even remotely accurate. But he's trying* Arsé-kun: Watson: Well, usually only once. This is a replacement. Sheepy: "holmes seems too lost in thought to notice the joke" Sheepy: Misyr: Amazing. Humans can replace their limbs! Sheepy: Holmes: *He seems too lost in thought to register Watson making a joke. Holmes, you missed it!* Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Sherlock, I said that just for you, and you do this to me? Sheepy: Holmes: My apologies. I was considering a few things from the conversation. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... *he sighs and just accepts how awful the next joke is* do you need a hand with that. Sheepy: Holmes: Oh, no, I think I have it under control. Arsé-kun: Watson: ........................ Sheepy: Holmes:.................. Sheepy: Holmes:.....Ahahahahaha! *There it is! The Holmes laugh!* Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm so upset. I'm not making another hand pun for you. It costs me an arm and a leg to make these sorts of jokes for you. Arsé-kun: *Raph has also given up trying to stifle his laughter.* Sheepy: *Holmes is laughing harder! Good job, Watson!* Arsé-kun: Watson: I gotta hand it to you. Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahahaa.... Sheepy: Holmes:.............. Sheepy: Holmes: I think I'm fine without help... Just ignore me and continue your conversation. Arsé-kun: Watson: I can't. I need your help putting this back on. Arsé-kun: *Raphael recovers from his laughing fit, wiping tears from his eyes and trying not to start laughing again* Sheepy: Holmes: Ah, that’s right, I forgot. *He starts putting Watson’s prosthetic back onto him. He’s surprisingly gentle!* Sheepy: Misyr: … Oh. That’s right. Merlin brought a friend with him the other day with a silvery looking arm. With the patterns on it, I assumed it was just a gauntlet. A very, very long one. Sheepy: Misyr: Was that a replacement? Sheepy: Holmes: Gauntlets are a glove. You don’t wear them up to your shoulder. Arsé-kun: Watson: It was a replacement though, yes. Sheepy: Misyr: Hmm. I wonder if demons need them, too...? Arsé-kun: Watson: Sure, why not? They have limbs too, and sometimes those are lost. Sheepy: Misyr: Ahahaha, I guess so! Sheepy: Holmes: Replacing limbs... That feels familiar, but my memory of it is too hazy for me to remember... Sheepy: Holmes: I suppose it's just taking up too much space anyway, considering I can't really focus on it. I might as well just get rid of it. Sheepy: Holmes: I can't see it being useful. Arsé-kun: Watson: You never know. Sheepy: Holmes:........... Sheepy: Holmes: I have a gut feeling I can't get rid of it just yet... Arsé-kun: Watson: You're not a machine. I keep telling you this. Sheepy: Holmes: Ahahaha! I can't let my mind palace become cluttered, you know! Sheepy: Misyr: Mind palace or not, personally I don't think it's a good idea, deleting your memories willy nilly. Although, if I had that sbility, I could get some use out of it! Arsé-kun: Raph: It never is a good idea. You never know if something trivial is why you're the way you are today. Sheepy: Holmes: I often totally forget about past cases because they don't interest me anymore. However... Sheepy: Holmes: I can read his stories and experience them like it's the first time seeing them. Incredible! Arsé-kun: *Watson just sighs* Sheepy: Holmes: Simultaneously, I'm generally not going to forget things I consider important... Arsé-kun: *Duncan is staring at everyone from behind the counter.* Sheepy: Misyr: Oh, shoot! The time! Arsé-kun: Raph: Oh! It's nine! We'd better get going! Sheepy: Misyr: I can't wait a minute longer to go back or my people will get worried! Arsé-kun: Duncan: We're closed! Get outta here please! I wanna play Minecwaft and go eat! I'm hungwy! Sheepy: Holmes: Ah... I'm still feeling energetic. Maybe I'll go bother someone... Arsé-kun: Duncan: Wil isn't here to be sudtle and threatning! Hi! I'm gonna eatcha if youse don't escape! Sheepy: Holmes:...Alright, I'll go. Arsé-kun: Watson: We should all be going now if we want to see tomorrow. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Look at all the hair I have! I'd be awful to eat! I don't even have any nutrients for you, bud! :D *but he does get up* See you tomorrow, Grampa! Sheepy: Holmes: *He leaves!* Arsé-kun: *Watson goes with him* Sheepy: *Misyr rushes to a near by closet and jumps in. So that's why that's there!* Arsé-kun: Raph: .....? *he curiously watches Misyr, and then slips into the same closet after a few moments of deliberation. If Raph's found dead in Miami, we know why.* Arsé-kun: *...And Merlin just teleports out. Classy* Arsé-kun: *Merlin gets home to... A very mysteriously cloudy floor? Who blew up a cotton candy machine and dumped orbs into.... Wait a minute* Sheepy: *Rest in peace, Yog* Arsé-kun: *Yog's just glad he gets to be with Grif right now. High priorities* Sheepy: *Grif is just chilling on the floor. Bedi has his feet up on a chair so he doesn't touch it.* Sheepy: *It doesn't seem like Grif cares that Merlin has entered...* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... Hey, quick question, why's your dad our new shag carpet? Sheepy: Grif: Grandpa. Sheepy: Grif: Just don't touch him and you'll be safe. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ....... *already standing in it* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, I guess I'll be goin' to Hell sooner than I intended. Sheepy: Bedi: Maybe you shouldn't go at all. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And miss a field trip with Grampa? No way! Sheepy: Bedi: Field trip...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah, I was gonna tell you! Grampa's gonna show me where he works! Sheepy: Bedi: I hope you have fun. But be careful, okay? Sheepy: Bedi: I'll worry the whole time you're gone, so don't make my worries come true... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Of course! Grampa kicks ass, no way anythin' would happen! Sheepy: Bedi: Well, if you say so. Sheepy: Bedi: No reason not to be cautious. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Of course, babe! Sheepy: Bedi: By the way, um… I’m stuck here… Sheepy: *There’s a cute little octopus with ear-like things on its head, hanging out in the sink. It has itself perched up so it can see everything!* Sheepy: Octopus: You’re stuck here…?! I just want to go back home… My husband’s going to worry, isn’t he…? Hehehe, of course he will. That’s how lovable I am, after all. *It has its front tentacles on its “cheeks”. Cute!* Arsé-kun: Yog: *with his voice coming from.... the entire floor. it's kind of awful,* Then go home, Uncle. Nothing is stopping you. Sheepy: Nyar: My exhaustion is stopping me. Arsé-kun: Yog: That is unfortunate. Sheepy: Nyar: So that's why I'm here. Arsé-kun: Yog: ... Ah, I almost forgot. Here, Griflet. Arsé-kun: *[Rip and Tear: Quest completed! hooraaaay!]* Sheepy: Grif: I did it. Arsé-kun: *Kay is peering out of his room at all this mess. Nothin' he can do about it.* Sheepy: Nyar: Hey, it's you! Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, for fuck's sake. Why are... Never mind, forget it. Fuck this. Sheepy: Nyar: You recognize me? Aren't you talented! Arsé-kun: Kay: I'm not goddamn deaf! Sheepy: Nyar: Can't you at least call someone for me?! Sheepy: Nyar: Hey, Mop guy! Sheepy: Nyar: You've got a phone, don't you? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe! Why? Sheepy: Nyar: I've got a number for you to call! Arsé-kun: Merlin: What do I get out of it? Sheepy: Nyar: And believe me, I know you're gonna attempt that whole, "oh, maybe I'll call if you beg me! Oh, make sure to give me free stuff!" Sheepy: Nyar: But I can be extremely loud and annoying! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Me too! Hey Grif, where's Elyan? Sheepy: Nyar: If you don't do it, I won't shut up all night. Sheepy: Grif: He's in the bath tub. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *ahem* HEWWO? Sheepy: Elyan: HEWWWOOOOO! Arsé-kun: Merlin: :3c Sheepy: Nyar: Okay, I'll show you what you get out of t. *He gets out of the sink. Based on his sluggish movements, he's not doing as well as his voice might suggest* Sheepy: Nyar: *He wanders over to the microwave* Chef Mike is gonna get it if I don't get what I want! Sheepy: Nyar: Chef Mike's life for my simple, short phone call! All I need is you to call the number, tell the man where we are, and mention that I'm here and waiting for him. Arsé-kun: Yog: Don't touch that. I use that as a gateway. Sheepy: Nyar: So, you call, then! Arsé-kun: Yog: Me and what physical limbs? You at least have them. Sheepy: Nyar: Or *he puts a tentacle on the microwave* Chef Mike's gonna get it!! Sheepy: Nyar: You've got the influence of everyone here. Arsé-kun: Merlin: What if you gave me the number? Sheepy: Nyar: Eh? Oh, right, the number. Sheepy: *Nyar states a phone number slowly.* Arsé-kun: *Merlin plugs it in and makes the call* Sheepy: Nyar: Hehehe.. I get to go home soon... Don't miss me too much, okay? Sheepy: Grif: I won't miss you at all. Arsé-kun: Kay: Get the fuck out of my house. Sheepy: Nyar: ........ Sheepy: Nyar: You might not like me but I like you! Arsé-kun: Kay: Sorry, I'm taken. Sheepy: Nyar: You can only have one person like you? Sheepy: Nyar: Man, you really must be friendless, huh? Arsé-kun: Kay: Ain't anything new. Good try though. Sheepy: Nyar: No, that wasn't an attack. You really only want one person to like you? Sheepy: Nyar: Or do you think I meant it in the lovey-dovey sense? Huh, you must really be full of yourself if that's the case. Arsé-kun: Kay: I don't trust you. You're not getting an answer. It'll come back and bite me in the ass, and I'm not goddamn stupid. Sheepy: Nyar: So you say. Arsé-kun: Kay: motherfucker I know how to cook an octopus, you ain't safe. Sheepy: Nyar: If you try to eat me, Chef Mike's gonna get it! Arsé-kun: Kay: You break it, you buy a fuckin' new one! Sheepy: Nyar: No, I'm not! Arsé-kun: Kay: And you can clean it all up yourself! Sheepy: Nyar: I'm not made of money, you know! Sheepy: Nyar: In fact... Ahahahaha! Sheepy: Nyar: I could just steal one and put it n your dorm! Arsé-kun: Kay: ok Sheepy: Nyar:........ Sheepy: Nyar: *he covers his eyes with his tentacles* It's hard to be taken seriously like this.... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... And you're not getting hyped up, either. Fuck you. Sheepy: Nyar: I just want to go home... Arsé-kun: Merlin: You're going to! I just hung up with him. He's coming to get you. Sheepy: Nyar: Great! Sheepy: Nyar: Thanks, you're the best! Sheepy: Nyar:.....How will I do my janitorial job tomorrow...? Arsé-kun: Kay: The same way you did this week- Not at all. Sheepy: Nyar:....... Sheepy: Nyar:....Everything will get so dirty... Arsé-kun: Kay: A little late for that! Sheepy: Nyar:....... Sheepy: *Nyar is chewing on one of his tentacles, similar to how humans chew on their nails...* Sheepy: Nyar: It's going to be so dirty... Arsé-kun: Yog: Perhaps you should have dealt with that before it got out of hand. Sheepy: Nyar: Well if Randy hadn't gotten behind on his work... I would've been done in a flash! Sheepy: Nyar: And if humans actually threw trash into the trash bins, and recyclables into the recycle bin... Sheepy: Nyar:...And compostables into the compostable bin... Sheepy: Nyar: If humans would actually respect the campus grounds and not litter... And cleaned up after themselves... And didn't toss food to animals, only for them to not eat it... Sheepy: Nyar: If humans weren't such messy creatures... Maybe I wouldn't be in this situation! You know, if humans litter enough and don't clean up, they'll spread diseases and all die off! Arsé-kun: Yog: I don't think they need to litter to accomplish that. Sheepy: Nyar: But it helps! I'm helping humans and I get zero thanks! They don't even understand how important my job is. Sheepy: Nyar: Imagine if this place was a dump. That'd be really depressing, wouldn't it? Sheepy: Nyar: To wake up everyday to a dirty campus... Sheepy: Nyar:........Maybe if I threaten their microwaves, too... Sheepy: Nyar: After all, Randy wouldn't let me threaten much more than that... Arsé-kun: Kay: What if you just make people pay a fine when they litter? Sheepy: Nyar: That's not enforceable. Sheepy: Nyar: I'd have to catch them in the act. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yes? Sheepy: Nyar: I can't always catch them kn the act. Sheepy: Nyar: I wonder if I'll be laughed at... Arsé-kun: Kay: It'd give you somethin' better to do that won't result in Grif breaking you in half. Sheepy: Nyar: Well... Yes... But... Sheepy: Nyar: Hey, I wonder if he got lost? Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Before I lock the door, who the hell is it? Sheepy: Nyar: What? Sheepy: Nyar: A perfectly nice guy! Arsé-kun: Kay: Hm, that knocks out at least half the staff. Arsé-kun: Kay: The music teachers are married, Dio's an asshole, not the gym teacher then... Arsé-kun: Kay: .... *he is thinking hard* Not my math teacher, definitely not Dr. West, uhhh Sheepy: Nyar: You want a hint? Arsé-kun: Kay: Eh, fine. Sheepy: Nyar: He's very fancy! Arsé-kun: *Kay squints. processing* Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1 Arsé-kun: *this did not help* Sheepy: Nyar:..... Arsé-kun: Kay: .... What?! I don't know every motherfucker on campus! Sheepy: Nyar: He always has his eyes closed... Arsé-kun: Kay: O H Sheepy: Nyar: See! You know him! Arsé-kun: Kay: That makes a lot of sense! No wonder he'd always joke about his husband throwing out trash essays.. Sheepy: Grif: He's covered in so many clocks. I ask him the time sometimes. You may wonder why I don't just read his for myself. Arsé-kun: Kay: Because you can't read. Sheepy: Grif:.....Yes... Arsé-kun: Kay: bitch you know what numbers are Sheepy: Grif: I don't really get clocks... Sheepy: Grif: They have no numbers. Just strange characters. Sheepy: Nyar: Like I, II, III, IV....? Sheepy: Grif:.......... Arsé-kun: *Merlin has been slowly maneuvering over towards Bedi through the Yog Fog this entire time.* Sheepy: Nyar: Those are still numbers!! Sheepy: *Bedi hasn't left his chair* Arsé-kun: Merlin: I, II, II, IL Sheepy: Grif: I know Il. Sheepy: Grif: Grandpa blew his hand off. Sheepy: Grif: He talks about otome games a lot. I don't knw what those are. Sheepy: Grif: He puts off final boss energy. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He puts off a "he's gonna kick my ass" energy. Sheepy: Grif: Yes... Sheepy: Grif: He grew his hand back and hurt Grandpa's human. Sheepy: Grif: Speaking of which, Uncle. Did you know that you hit Grandpa's human over the head? Sheepy: Nyar:......... Sheepy: Nyar:.................. Sheepy: Nyar: Well, everyone makes mistakes. Even me! Arsé-kun: Yog: Chekov's gun loads with malicious intent. Sheepy: Nyar: I didn't know! Sheepy: Nyar: Like, yes, I knew he favored the detective! But I wasn't really thinking when I knocked him out. You know how it is. Arsé-kun: Yog: Yes, I do. Sheepy: Nyar: He speaks, and immediately you're filled with murderous intent! Sheepy: Nyar: I was going to just knock him out painlessly. Sheepy: Nyar: But then he was like... Oh! This drink smells weird, so I'll pass! Sheepy: Nyar: Obviously, he didn't say that. He brought it to his lips, didn't drink anything, and then said... Sheepy: Nyar: "...I shouldn't drink. I'm on the job." Arsé-kun: Yog: Letting him go without incident would have made things less suspicious. Sheepy: Nyar:..... Arsé-kun: Yog: Hindsight is always much easier to see. I know. Sheepy: Nyar: I kinda doubt that... Sheepy: Nyar: I feel like he would've caught me on something really minor like... Sheepy: Nyar: "Randy actually wears his socks up to here, but your socks are up to there! So clearly, you're a fraud!" Arsé-kun: Yog: .... ...... I hate to admit that you're right, but you're right. Arsé-kun: Yog: That is, startlingly, almost exactly what would have happened. Sheepy: Nyar: Or, "Actually, Randy sits with a lean of x degrees when he's in this mood and it's this time, and you're sitting with a lean at y degrees!" Sheepy: Nyar: And, you know... After a while, you have to wonder, when is he watching people like this? It's kinda creepy, even for me! Sheepy: Nyar: I think he'd mesh better with someone like Hastur or you, really. Arsé-kun: Yog: why would you just Sheepy: Nyar: Because I'm bitter he ditched us and left us to die! Arsé-kun: Yog: great now he's going to show up Sheepy: Nyar: Great! Maybe he can bring me home! Arsé-kun: Kay: Why is my house a cosmic horror whorehouse?! Sheepy: Grif: Because of me. Arsé-kun: Kay: oh. right. Sheepy: Nyar: Which is, of course, because of me! Sheepy: Nyar: Aren't you so happy that I paired you two together? Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... *he looks annoyed* ... Yeah. I guess. Sheepy: Grif: I met the fox boy off the path. He was watching over everyone you knocked out. Sheepy: Grif: I think he's associated with Uncle... Sheepy: Grif: His hair is yellow sometimes. Arsé-kun: *Merlin has succeeded in reaching Bedivere and has lifted him so they can leave. Provided that they get through the rest of the yog fog first. background events* Sheepy: *Bedi is happy!* Arsé-kun: *Finally, a knock at the door! Kay stares at it because what the fuck can he do with Orb Dad being the carpet* Sheepy: Grif: *He gets up and gets the door* Arsé-kun: Germain: Good evening. I'm here to pick up my small husband. Sheepy: Nyar: I'm here!! Sheepy: *Nyar is back in the sink!* Sheepy: Nyar: Let's go home! I'm really tired! I just want to sleep... Sheepy: Grif:......Wow.... Sheepy: Nyar: Why do you sound like you're judging his taste? Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... Someone likes Uncle... I'm glad he finally found someone who does... Arsé-kun: Germain: It sounds to me that you've been woefully uninformed. That's a simple fix. Sheepy: Grif:? Arsé-kun: *Germain proceeds to just go pick up the tiny octopus. He doesn't answer* Sheepy: Nyar: I was worried you'd gotten lost! Or forgotten about me! Arsé-kun: Germain: Not at all, Pharaoh. I had an encounter on the way here that threatened to stop me. Arsé-kun: *Germain does eventually leave with his very diminutive boyfriend. thank fuck*