#coralcalypso

[err505]

Who are you? Do you have something to do with Sefoni?

People on Tumblr want us to say hello !

[absylphe]

Sefoni's stretching her arms over her head as if she's just gotten out of a great yoga session, splattered with the same viscera as you are. Everything is dead or unconscious now. All that's left to hear is wind, your heartbeat, Sefoni's humming, and the idling engines of a transport shuttle.

Something else -- a stuttering, anxious pulse. Far too quick to be Sol.

One more left.

You take slow, intentional steps up the catwalk and lazily turn your pupils up toward the lone pilot left over, training a rifle on you with unsteady hands. An ambush. He must have thought himself quite clever, hiding for this long while everyone died around him. You blink intently, head already starting to throb as you make eye contact.

You stare at each other. It burns discomfort through you like newspaper catching alight, but you hold his gaze for as long as it takes.

His hands shake. His finger tenses on the trigger aimed right between your horns, but he can't quite commit. Confusion, resistance, panic -- all flit across his face. You're too tired to panic. Too angry to loosen your iron grip on his autonomy.

"You have been working too hard," you murmur, watching his spine snap to attention, straight as a pole at the sound of your voice. "Go ahead, take a nap."

Clawed fingers flex, resist, shake with the effort, even as the wrists and arms move swift and smooth, mechanically. A roundabout motion, as if practiced.

With a full-bodied brutality you doubt you could muster up in your current post-strife comedown, the pilot crashes the butt of his rifle into the side of his own head, sending him hurtling horn-first into the board -- horns smash into the console, sparks shooting everywhere. Something oozes from the controls. Not blood, though, you'd recognize blood.

Sickkk.

Fingers to his carotid, as if you can't hear his pulse from here. He's unconscious.

You don't let yourself feel bad. He's only about thirty meters from a hospital, after all.

"Is there anything fun left to do in here?" Sefoni bounces up from behind you smelling like a rainbow drinker buffet, picking flecks of gore out of her hair and wiping her face with the remains of a sheer veil. "I could keep going."

"No, I'm afraid that was the last one. Come along." You pretend not to notice the little pout, the sulking as she follows behind you. "If you had gotten here earlier, there would have been more left for you."

Sefoni gives a maniacal little grin, all teeth and gleaming eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry for trying not to draw attention by acting suspiciously at the party."

"You should be," you accuse, a fondness in your voice even as you rub a thumb over your bruised knuckles. "I am glad you showed up, though."

The pod is enormous, filled with something that looks like sopor, though you can't smell it. Even from this close, it's hard to hear Sol's pusher. The material is dense.

The console it's attached to just reads like... gibberish. Tapping the haptic interface with your knuckle pulls up requirements for administrator credentials, mandatory blood sample, ocular scan, password, override key. Hal pipes up in the corner of your glasses to ask for just a second, but you're tired. And you're sick of this place.

Palms pressed to the surface of the pod, you close your eyes and let the space between you flood into your perception, hyperawareness singing across every nerve in your body. The molecules that make up Sol, the molecules that make up everything else. The exact delineation between stasis goo and pod exterior -- the silhouette of your friend's shape begins to take form. You pick out every strand of hair, every tiny membrane on her tail, each lash and itty bitty bump and pore. Her missing horns, her crooked fangs.

The pod is not too terribly dissimilar to an avocado, if you think about it.

Once you're satisfied you won't nick her accidentally, you press lightly against the pod with your palms. There's a clatter behind you as a razor-thin, perfect ring of metal you have teleported falls and clatters to the floor, dancing in a circle as it flattens to the ground. As if caught by surprise, the equal remaining halves of the pod split apart and fall to the floor with a clatter.

The viscosity of the slime gives you just enough time to reach forward and pick Sol out of it before she can fall to the floor, pulling her close to your chest, breathing weakly and covered in ooze. You take a step back, cognizant of your aching back, Sefoni behind you. You lean a shoulder against her, make Her part of You. The shape of you both -- the shape of all three of you, a 3D object rendered in space. Lightly, she places a hand on your back.

Reinforcements in 15 seconds. Escape plan?

"Take a deep breath," you instruct Sefoni -- it's the only warning you give before you're all standing in your transportalizer room, dripping slime and viscera all over the floor.

[feeling-horsey]

What options would come up if you could “right-click” people?

D --> This is a really weird one, Sefoni D --> Um, maybe: D --> Kiss D --> Fawn D --> Glare D --> Disarm D --> I don't know e%plode D --> E%plode would technically be an option

[graviconscientia]

△ what is your favorite color

Red! But oh, how I love blue so very much now.

0/10.

[edgarallen-foe]

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inner thoughts.

[I know, but she was polite enough when she asked, right? And Lux called her a friend, it seems. Don't be mad at me. She did it once, why not ask her to do it again? What is there to lose? ... I am, but they're alright now, right? We don't even know her. As long as you don't go poking around in her head, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. We don't need to go holding grudges against people who could be useful for things we didn't experience. If Lux wants us to be mad, we'll be mad, okay? Just think about it, please?]

[therealslimstrider]

[trainstoppin]

Where were you born?

hey wait a second. these questions sound like the security questions my bank's website asks me.

[gho2ty]

@coralcalypso replied to your post “fake iinbox notiifiicatiion.. iintere2tiing.”:

The return of asks getting eaten.

​there2 alway2 more ii22ue2. returniing ii22ue2. new ii22ue2. cant get enough of them.

[nemorialex]

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+POSITIVE:

You make me laugh ║ I am inspired by you ║ I trust you wholeheartedly ║ I consider you a role model ║ I am interested in you romantically ║ I am interested in you sexually ║ I am protective over you ║ I support you ║ In my ideal world, you are happy ║ You give me cute aggression ║ You have done so much for me ║ Your approval is meaningful to me ║ I think of you often ║ I hope you are a permanent fixture in my life ║ You don't get enough credit ║ Your presence is a mood boost

±NEUTRAL:

We are vibing ║ I like your posts ║ I respect what you've been through ║ I hope you get what you deserve ║ We may not be close, but I enjoy what we have ║ I wish you would seek help ║ Knowing you has changed me ║ I consider you trustworthy ║ You remind me of myself ║ I like bumping into you at the function ║ I idolize you ║ We share a lot of common interests ║ You're cool

-NEGATIVE:

I'm compelled to antagonize you ║ You grate on me ║ I do not trust you ║ I don't respect your life choices ║ I feel like I have to mask / dull myself around you ║ You've crossed my boundaries multiple times ║ I feel guilty over something I said/did to you ║I am obsessed with you || I have a grudge against you ║ You stress me out ║ You give me cute aggression ║ I envy you and/or covet aspects of your life ║I thinly tolerate you ║ Being around you sometimes opens up old wounds for me

@coralcalypso

[yifftwiceplz]

[err505]

==> Sol: Find Him (2)

Ft. Characters by: @coralcalypso .part one

Finally, someone who tells you what you want to know.

Nerves were still frayed from your recent kidnapping, but after all the going back and forth— you've finally smoothed them over enough to depart.

It'd be a quick errand anyway.

The fussing was for the best, the delay giving you enough time to remember that you'll need the amulet Sefoni gifted you. The last thing anyone wanted was the whispers of her lusus driving you to attack the wrong fuchsia.

You should inquire about it sometime, she'd need one of her own after all. It was a miracle she wasn't the one to come across you while you were unconscious—

Focus.

None of Sefoni's own attendants give you a second glance as you pass through the halls, spear in hand. She must have figured what you'd be visiting for and have instructed them accordingly.

How thoughtful, you really should get her something soon. You wonder how she feels about gift baskets?

Your scattered thoughts are broken by the tugging sensation in your chest, an indication of your proximity. It's something you'd always felt, even back when your only means of confrontation available were plaguing his dreams.

How did he feel right now, you wonder. Anxious, knowing you have finally caught up to him after perigees of hiding? Probably not, given Sefoni's description of his current state. Listlessness, he's always got to squander the opportunity afforded to him.

Maybe he has finally realized how pointless this all is, maybe some small part of him feels remorse for conning Sefoni into making him a new body— something he simply does not deserve. You doubt it.

Either way, six perigees is but a drop in the ocean compared to the sweeps he's stolen from you.

You're going to make this hurt.

A flash of movement around the corner draws your attention, the ends of a spiked tail unable to escape notice. There he is.

The chase doesn't last as long as you'd have liked, a few turns through the twisting hallways culminating in... him cornering himself?

You'll take it, you suppose.

But there is a tangible current of dissatisfaction as you hold him at spear point, millions of other ways you'd ran this confrontation through your mind and the reality you get is so...

Disappointing—

By the time you register the tug on your spear, it's too late.

You can't tell if the noise that leaves him is laughter or merely breath struggling to be drawn as he carves himself from gill-to-gill.

God.

Fucking.

DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course, OF COURSE he can't even die correctly. Always has to weasel his way out of things– You bet he's got that John on standby. Ready to run back into her arms and hide out like the coward he is.

They're perfect for each other in that way. Can't even give you the basic decency of being up front with their dishonesty.

Well you're not doing the same song and dance all over again. You refuse to.

Spear returned to your captchalouge, you drag the twitching body through the corridors as he digs through the open wound to finish the job— making a mental note to help clean the blood trail later.

You've got to speak with your host first.

[reddeliciousauce]

aw fuck im not getting out of this breadless

[feeling-horsey]

D --> I'm so used to them lying to us that I'm not sure if Sefoni act001y is eggnant or not

[graviconscientia]

you mean to tell me this ISN'T exactly how this went?

[absylphe]

evesdrop

I Do Not Know

I Do Not Really Like Talking About Sefoni When She Is Not Here

She Reminds Me Too Much Of Myself And I Hate That Creepy Crawly Feeling Of Knowing People Are Talking About Me When I Am Not Present

She Is So Burdened By Purpose And Expectation

(Burdened By Glorious Porpoise)

(I Will Need To Remember That One)

It Feels Wildly Egotistical To Compare Our Situations But I Have A Few Lives Depending On Me And The Choices That I Make

Barely More Than A Handful Of Lives

But It Is So Suffocating At Times To Make Such Difficult Decisions All Alone With No Real Guidance Even If Those That Depend On Me Will Really Have No Context For Whether Those Decisions Were Incompetent Or Not

I Can Not Imagine How It Feels To Be In Charge Of So Many Lives That They Melt Into A Faceless Mass

I Have No Idea How She Manages To Comport Herself With Such Grace Given The Stresses She Is Under

All I Can Wonder Is

If Her Fate Is Sealed For The Future

What Must Happen Between Now And Then To Create The Creature That Burned All Of Our Potential Wrigglerhoods To The Ground

I Wish I Could Protect Her From It But I Think At My Age I Am Starting To Learn That I Should Know Better

[jammie-time]

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