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pawnshopsouls · 6 years ago

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fractis-ossibus:

Bonely was, of course, a familiar face for sure, but his taller friend wasn’t someone he could recall meeting. Maybe that had and his memory was poor but a wicked grin spread across his fractured features. A small pat to the top of the blaster’s skull made the unstable beast open its jaws wide and rumble in what was a yawn but could easily frighten those that didn’t know.

A harmless prank to scar the pants off of Salem of course.

Once it settled, he hopped off and snapped his fingers to make the floating skull beast disappear as if it had never been there. He then removed the cigar from his mouth and chuckled, holding it up for Bonely to see. “ Yes I am and yes I have. “ He answered, removing his coat and offering it to his Don. The old blue crystal necklace was revealed resting against the cream turtleneck he wore, shining brightly with the mana contained within.

“ I love this thing, boss. It’s kept the grouch in check alongside the Captain’s runes. He’s not mouthed off in a long time. “ He added, sparing a glance up at Salem to make sure he didn’t scare him too bad. Nobody said Smoke was your traditional time line host but hey, he had to get in a few laughs every so often considering how few citizens still lived within the Underground here.

With a wave, he gestured for the two to follow. “ Come on. Let’s get out of the snow and grab some grub. I bet you two are starvin’. “

“Hoooo that’s a lot a’ teeth!” Salem breathed, dancing back a few feet as the floating skull revealed its enormous maw. It was worse knowing that those teeth could snap his older brother up in one bite!

‘Probably take two bites to get me down,’ he thought and watched Smoke and the skull uneasily as it grumbled and closed it’s jaws again. Then a thought struck him. “Wait, was that just a yawn?” Sal asked and was startled to see the thing vanish with a snap of Smoke’s fingers. “Huh? Where’d it—?”

“T-take it eas-sy, Sal,” Bonely said, taking the jacket gratefully and draping it over his shoulders. His girth was a bit too big to put it on properly. “It’s-s a s-summon. Y’know, s-stuff that comes ‘n’ g-goes at will.“

Giving his brother a smirk, stocky skeleton turned his attention back to his second man. The sight of the familiar cigar brand made him grin, but not as much as the news that the scarf was doing it’s job and keeping ol’ Novox at bay. He knew the blighted fragment fused to his buddy’s soul was just as bad as his own unwanted hitchhiker, and remembered having to wrestle the thing in their first “introduction” to each other.

Bonely chuckled and pulled the coat a little tighter over his shoulders. “F-f-food ‘n’ warm sounds p-p-pretty good right now,” he answered and strode after the lean skeleton with Sal not far behind. “B-by the way, this here’s my b-brother, Salem, healer ‘n’ grave keeper extraordinaire.”

“Who apparently can’t tell the difference between a monster and a summon without soulsight,” Sal added shaking his head. “So where are we headed?”

“G-G-Grillby’s p-probably,” Bonely answered with a shiver. “I mean, if he’s s-still in town.”

He gave Smoke a glance to see if his presumption was right. However, as he did, his indigo eye lights were drawn to a familiar color sitting on the turtleneck’s cream-colored fabric. There, hanging on his neck, was a crystal that radiated the softest magic Bonely had ever smelled, and the scent of it made his shoulder’s sink.

“S-say, that looks a bit like H-Humerus’s magic,” he mentioned, gesturing to the necklace. “How is he? I-I ain’t been able teh f-f-find his timeline th-thanks teh all the n-new one p-p-poppin’ up.” There was a hint of regret in his stutter that echoed his lingering disappointment. Humerus wasn’t the only one he hadn’t been able to find again. For whatever reason, he the world’s he’d visited before just weren’t connecting with his gyro.

‘Maybe Smoke has an idea fer why it ain’t workin’,’ Bonely wondered, rubbing his own humerus's for warmth. Smoke was pretty familiar with the multiverse and, if he remembered right, was a physicist in secret too. If anyone knew how to help him get his gyro working, it’d probably be Smoke.

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