#people dont watch for who is around when they talk to vel

[somemaycallthisjunk]

i think shes on to us

[stormpainter]

wickedPainter: Wicked was standing in the mess tent, hair wild and untaimed, stained with purple blood, helping the clowns with these big chunks of meat he'd brought for the brothers and sisters.

carnivalsOrphans: Ringleader walks in, sees Wicked and immediately starts smiling. Even despite all of the embarrassment of the chat room, he is still so excited to be able to spend time with his moirail. He comes over, envelops the filthy troll in a hug as soon as he's not actively holding meat, and tries to pretend he doesn't see all the knowing looks from the clowns in the tent.

wickedPainter: He knew he was there, of course he knew, he was right where he was supposed to be, and he leaned back into the embrace, a purr rattling up shamelessly in front of all of these witnesses. "Shows over?"

carnivalsOrphans: Any attempt at not blushing is ultimately futile, and he leans down to give the tip of a horn a small smooch. "Yep. Sure is." And then, softer. "You're a damn mess." It's an attempt at being private, but it's really not hard to guess the gist of what he said, considering the purple that spreads down his neck and over the visible part of his earfins.

wickedPainter: The clown smiled a mischevious smile up at his moirail. "Someone probably better ought to clean me up then." He told him.

wickedPainter: "Is't workin?" He asked innocently.

carnivalsOrphans: He gives his moirail a squish, huffs at him. "You know damn well it is."

wickedPainter: "Good" Somehow he managed to make purring sound smug

carnivalsOrphans: He is officially done. Time to lean down and just pick Wicked up, bridal style. "You little brat."

wickedPainter: Arms went around the enormous troll's neck and the completely filthy one snuggled into his arms. "Pretty sure you enjoy it"

carnivalsOrphans: Nothing to do here, time to head out. And it has nothing at all to do with all the people softly cracking up from him being ridiculous. Of course. "I'll enjoy it more once I got you to myself."

wickedPainter: "I'm gettin you all dirty" He noted.

carnivalsOrphans: "Guess we're just gonna have ta shower together, ain't we?" Very flustered clown trying to seem as cool as possible.

wickedPainter: "Guess we gotta, its the only way." he kissed up under the other clowns chin. "do each others hair too."

carnivalsOrphans: He just... Eyes Wicked's fucked up hair for a moment, fuck. How is he supposed to hide his face in that? "You gonna make me walk all the way back to my tent with palebait in my arms, or you gonna just take us to your hive the quick way?"

wickedPainter: "I feel like bein an exibitionist." he smiled with half lidded eyes.

carnivalsOrphans: "You're lucky I love you too much ta drop you," he says with a play growl that doesn't even remotely sound scary.

wickedPainter: "I know I'm lucky. Luckiest damned motherfucker, dont deserve you." he nuzzled up at his jaw.

carnivalsOrphans: He can't help how he purrs. "You're the one who's been takin care of my ass for the past while in there. Don't know how I got so lucky, ta find you."

wickedPainter: "Who the shit knew I'd find someone who needs me?" he leaned his head into him.

carnivalsOrphans: He pretends he doesn't see all the people casting knowing looks at him as he goes through the field of tents. "You wouldn't think I'd be so damn needy, considerin how long I've gone without."

wickedPainter: "Why would you wanna do without when you dont gotta?" He told him, he was smiling his little smile, pleased with all the looks.

carnivalsOrphans: God damned exhibitionist. "You're a goddamn blessing, Miramini, I am glad I got you around ta keep my head on straight."

wickedPainter: "..I like yo' pet name for me." he nuzzle his cheek into him. "..I tolt you I love you?"

carnivalsOrphans: His purr goes from soft to loud at the words. "You mentioned it a few times, yeah." Everything is nice right now, and it's hard to give as many fucks about everyone watching when he's so happy to have Wicked with him.

wickedPainter: "Good cause my memory aint great and you need to know." That purr was so nice, he pressed his ear against RL's chest and let it vibrate through him.

carnivalsOrphans: "I love you so much, brother, don't think I've loved someone so much in a long fuckin time." He wants to pet his moirail, but his hair is crunchy and dirty with blood and salt, and he doesn't want to hurt him. .... Scritch softly at a horn bed.

wickedPainter: He leaned into the touch of fingers on his scalp purr going strong. "How'd I get to be the lucky one?"

carnivalsOrphans: "Dunno. Probably cuz you're my miracle." Finally to his own damn tent, he ducks inside and just flops down for a moment to snuggle and kiss at Wicked's face.

wickedPainter: Wicked cuddled into him, he was perfectly content to be held. "think the gods gave us to each other if thats a thing."

carnivalsOrphans: "Serendipity." Purrrrrrr. He'll head to Wicked's place soon, for the sake of a nice shower that will fit them both and a bit more space to lounge, but he just wants to be alone with him for a few minutes.

wickedPainter: The smaller clown returned all the kisses on his face and pet a hand into RL's hair, leaning his head onto his shoulder. "Might well be. my other two are."

carnivalsOrphans: He tries not to make a face at the thought of him being in the same category as Tarrat, and mostly succeeds. "Yeah."

carnivalsOrphans: The word is curt and a bit clipped but he tries to cover it by kissing at Wicked's jaw more. "Love you brother."

wickedPainter: He frown pulling gently away from the kisses, although he stroked his hair."whats wrong?"

carnivalsOrphans: "Why would anythin be wrong, brother?" He nuzzles in close, purring at his rail softly.

wickedPainter: He scratched his fingers behind an ear and played gently with tiny fins "cause you dont seem to like bein compared to my other quads"

carnivalsOrphans: ... That feels too nice to be entirely fair, and he leans into the touch. "... I like em fine. For the most part."

wickedPainter: "Mm- for the most part?" He tried to coax him.

carnivalsOrphans: "You ain't gonna like this answer," he warns, leaning into the attention while he's still getting it.

wickedPainter: "probably means I oughta hear it."Look at those cute little ear fins, he needs to give these more attention than he has.

carnivalsOrphans: He huffs, turns his head slightly to kiss Wicked's wrist. Trying not to dislodge scritchies.

carnivalsOrphans: "... tarrat pisses me the fuck off."

wickedPainter: Mmmm. He hummed and brushed RL's hair away from his ear. "What'd he do thats so bad?"

carnivalsOrphans: He's just going to pretend he doesn't know tarrats probably watching. "Called Vel a psychopath and referrin ta him as that thing ya brought hive. Can't remember exact words, but I remember the gist."

wickedPainter: "That all?" He tilted his head.

carnivalsOrphans: "And talk about Vels triggers like its just him bein insane. And seemin none too fond of me."

carnivalsOrphans: "... get protective over my little brothers and sisters, and I'm real fond of Vel, mad scientist he is."

wickedPainter: The clown in his arms found one of Ring's hands and brought it to his mouth to kiss it, and spend a moment organizing his thoughts while he nuzzled at fingers.

"Tar loves me. A ridiculous motherfuckin amount. I think some of its cause I'm the only one he has left, but even before that he was my best friend, and more loyal than anyone I've ever seen in my life, short as it may be. He would do anything for me, even if he don't like it too much- cause he wants me to be happy. Like switchin quadrants to flush."

He drew a breath in and let it out slowly. "Vel ain't good for me. Hes a target I brought hive cause he managed to fuck me up, and got fixated on. Hes also screwier than a fuzzy dildo, and its hard to predict when hes going to randomly decide he wants to see what colour your insides are an how they're put together personally. Now I aint.. sane either. Auditory an visual hallucinations, delusions, irrational rage. Donno how much of it is just me and whats because my head was fucked by a terror. .. Donno how much of Vels crazy was what I did to him, an how much is natural for him, either. Tar just wants to protect me, though. Hes seen him try to kill me, an hurt me, an tear me the fuck up so many damned times. We're..workin on it, me and Vel."

carnivalsOrphans: The enormous clown considers his moirail's words, for a long moment. "... Can admire Tarrat, some, for his devotion. And can see where you're comin from, with Vel. .... But he told all that shit to a stranger. And not like a warnin, said it like it was just gossip. How long til he starts Gossipin bout all the shit you and I say? ... Don't it bother you, that he's so intent on draggin Vel? Even if Vel's got a goddamn truck full of issues, don't it bother you that Tarrat's just airin it out goddamn everywhere?"

carnivalsOrphans: "That's what's really botherin me. Just.... Him fuckin not keepin secrets secret. And I know he. Lurks, sometimes." All the time. "Makes me damn uncomfortable."

wickedPainter: "He aint gonna gossip about us." He pressed his face into the hand he was nuzzling. "Hes frustrated with my choice not to keep myself safe, an his livin situation havin to share with Vel. ..an I do love Vel, don't mistake that, hes a tempest but one I wanna sail, whether its good for me or not." He was quiet a long moment. "..I can promise you he aint interested in us gettin intimate but. ..if you want I could turn the transmission feed off. I aint ever done it before, but I could." [:: | Edited :: ]

carnivalsOrphans: He runs his thumb along Wicked's cheekbone, leaning forward to kiss a horn tip softly. "Can.... Understand his frustration, I guess. .... But it still makes a motherfucker bristly." And then, after Wicked's suggestion, he looks over him. "... You know how I feel bout my secrets, brother. ... And bout bein seen as weak. And I love you, and i'll show you all of myself, so long as you're willin to see, but. Him. He... He don't... .... I didn't think i'd be sharin my time with you all the damn time, even if he ain't payin attention. I can't... Know that." He runs a hand over Wicked's crunchy hair. "If you feel alright turnin the feed off, it'd. Make me feel a lot better, bout a lot of things."

wickedPainter: He hesitated and quietly squeezed at RL's hand closing his eyes and opening them. "..do you know what its like to have grown up an always had someone in there, not just him, Them, too. I'm alone an its too damned quiet." He hesitated and decided not to say something else. His god tier would protect him if RL's impulse control broke. "..but I can, for you I will, for makin peace an settlin you, an keepin your secrets."

carnivalsOrphans: ".... Could." ... He clears his throat, softly Considers Things for a few moments. "If you don't wanna have things be quiet. I could..." He pulls from the depths of his sylladex a magic wand made of his own horn. ".... With this, I got voodoos. Could be with you."

wickedPainter: He blinked quietly at the wand and reached out hesitantly, almost touching it but not quite. "aint never shared like that with voodoo. Mines real strong but I aint good at like, subtle shit too much."

carnivalsOrphans: "I'm gonna have two," he pulls out the other, unfinished. "... Used ta be amazin at subtle shit, way back when. Vel said I could have one of the most powerful voodoo focuses in the multiverse. And this one," he hefts the first one slightly, "is for... delicacy. Sublety. ... and if ya get uncomfortable with sharin panspace with me, all ya gotta do is knock this fucker outta my hand. I want you feelin safe around me."

wickedPainter: He contemplated the wand thoughtfully. "if someone was tryin to get control of me or somethin, this'd be how they do it, gettin me to cut off my help, and let them into my head." He put voice to the paranoid narrative running through his thoughts. "A few perigees work, then you got yourself a laughsassin with some programmin he let himself get put there."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the back of RL's hand. "Don't wanna make it sound like I don't trust you, thats just the shit my pan is sayin'"

carnivalsOrphans: His expression breaks a moment, and the wand goes away. It.... Hurts, more than he thought it would, for Wicked to have those sorts of thoughts about him, but he can understand it entirely. And it's entirely true, if that's what he wanted, he could have it about that easily.

carnivalsOrphans: "... I love you. I want you ta feel safe around me. Safe as I can, at least. ... You ain't gotta do nothin you don't want to do."

wickedPainter: "Gon turn off the feed." He murmured. "..but I've had a lot of people dickin around in there, that I couldnt stop from doin that." He glanced up at him. "..guess its a lot like you not wantin me to take your rage to calm you maybe."

carnivalsOrphans: "... I'd feel all hollowed out, and weird. Don't like fuckers messin with my emotions when I can't control it." He kisses Wicked's forehead. "I don't wanna dick around in your pan. I like your pan how it is."

wickedPainter: "My pans a motherfuckin shit show, but I'm glad you like it."He let out a breath quietly. "..me gettin us some for sure privacy help shit with you feelin all upset bout my flushmate?"

carnivalsOrphans: "..." He could say yes, and it'd be over with, and Wicked'd indulge him, and it'd feel Better. ".... If ya just. ... I don't need it off every time I want us ta chill together. I just... ... When I'm panickin, or when I'm tellin you bout personal shit... ... And if you do that, I'll feel better. And I'll try ta make peace with him, cuz fuck knows he probably thinks i'm out ta get him or somethin." For no reason, of course. None At All.

wickedPainter: "its real sweet of you to compromise on that shit" he murmured.

carnivalsOrphans: "... I love you. There ain't a lot I wouldn't do for you."

wickedPainter: "it'd just be nice if some of my quads didn hate each other." he settled his head against his chest. "..me neither." "..things I wouldnt do is vanishinly small"

carnivalsOrphans: "... I like Vel. And I'm pretty sure he likes me. ... And I'll try ta like Tarrat, for you. Sure I can find somethin we get along on."

carnivalsOrphans: He pets Wicked softly, purring at him in some attempt at comforting.

wickedPainter: "He did sue the shit out of the people who had us arrested for you." he murmured.

carnivalsOrphans: "... Which was fuckin fantastic."

carnivalsOrphans: "Pretty sure that was for you, but."

carnivalsOrphans: Details, details.

wickedPainter: "He didn' have to include the carnival in it" He told him mildly.

wickedPainter: "I worry bout him but you dont wanna hear bout that"

carnivalsOrphans: "If it's important ta you, it's important ta me."

wickedPainter: He snorted softly, smiling.

carnivalsOrphans: Plus that puts them on more even terms, on knowing things about eachother.

carnivalsOrphans: He kisses a horntip. "What is it that's got ya worried, brother?"

wickedPainter: "..hes got spark somewhere in there, I've seen it, but ..caint tell if hes depressed or what. he just does what hes supposed to do. lets his sense of time take over, kinda sleep walkin through the motions a lot of the time."

wickedPainter: "..which granted I do some times but his is fuckin all the time"

carnivalsOrphans: "... Did tell him he needs ta get out more, the first time we talked. Make some damn friends, or somethin. ... Much as it's good he adores you so, it ain't really good ta be so fixated on the one person. ... Know some people find solice, in plannin everythin out. In havin everythin planned for em. ... Mayhaps you could just. Ask him ta include ya in some of his plannin? For just fuckin around or somethin. Even if he knows it's comin, takin him out or some damn thing might help him wanna do it more himself."

carnivalsOrphans: "... normally, i'd suggest a jolt of spontaneous, ta see what he does with it, but that don't really work with him i don't think."

wickedPainter: He looked thoughtful. "Could take him out more- we been out a couple of times foolin around on that earth vel likes. need to fuckin ..enter more variables."

carnivalsOrphans: "Yeah, he does have a fuckin spreadsheet or somethin. And hell, if he really likes doin those so much, addin more variables means more time spent doin that, right?" Shrug. "If it's what he enjoys."

carnivalsOrphans: ".... Just. Ask him what he wants to do more. He don't make decisions. Make him make em."

carnivalsOrphans: "... Dunno. That's my advice. He's sorta... Opposite me."

wickedPainter: He hummed softly and nodded against him then murmured. "..salts dyin an itchin like crazy."

carnivalsOrphans: .... Time to pick the boy up, all at once purring. "Jammin done, let's get ya clean. Ya damn exhibitionist."

wickedPainter: He leaned up and kissed him on the chin. "damned straight"

carnivalsOrphans: "Half tempted ta just sling ya over my damn shoulder next time, so we ain't lookin so pallid."

wickedPainter: "you don want people to know?" eyebrows

carnivalsOrphans: He bounces him in his arms. "I want everyone ta know. But I don't want people ta see."

carnivalsOrphans: Let's head over to Wicked's hive at last.

wickedPainter: Time to go and be ridiculous in a shower!

carnivalsOrphans: And then spend a while doing hair and paint and potentially claws and Ringleader softly contemplates letting Wicked polish what remains of his horns.

carnivalsOrphans: .. He decides against that, for now. He'll do that later, when him and Wicked have a full night together.

wickedPainter: ((cuties))

carnivalsOrphans: [[i know it's so gay]]

[flippinoptimist]

> Velius : Acquire Corpse

flippinoptimist --> hello! im the terrible an i kick ass, and me and my moirail like science! <-- --> id be happy to trade food that stores betta or like, other shit, for a corpse, if that sounds ocray <-- twotoned2marta22 II'd be content to trade a body for a box of cookiie2, hone2tly. flippinoptimist --> i can do that! <-- twotoned2marta22 Excellent. Do you have a preference with oliive v2 teal??

flippinoptimist --> nah whichev <-- twotoned2marta22 Oliive, then. II've got four. II'm almo2t done cutting up one of them, actually, 2o II 2hould be able two get iit wrapped up and 2ent two you pretty 2oon. flippinoptimist --> ocray! can i havve coordinates to send cookies to? <-- twotoned2marta22 Riight, ye2. twotoned2marta22 [ coord2.txt ] flippinoptimist --> i actually dont need mine cut up, my moirail needs bodies to practice medicine stuff on, so thatll save a step! <-- --> science! <-- twotoned2marta22 Oh, noted. Wiill 2tab wound2 be much of an ii22ue?? The one wiith the cut throat ii2 lea2t damaged II thiink. flippinoptimist --> nah, we can work around the parts that are messed up <-- twotoned2marta22 Alriight. II'll 2end iit after the cookiie2.

twotoned2marta22 [[ this is such a bizarre convo i don't even know what to think of it ]] flippinoptimist (( imagine the conversation between two moirails that started with "hey check this out can I get your approval to go acquire a person's corpse" )) (( bonus : one has cannibal tendencies and the other has cannibalism as a trigger, /and you're talking to the second one/, and it was his idea )) twotoned2marta22 [[ oh my *god* [[ fuckgni incredible ]] flippinoptimist (( bonus x2 : The two dead people that he specifically thinks about when having uncomfortable thoughts about cannibalism, were teal and olive.  There was a moment of "uh, uh, uh, shit, uh ... Okay, no, play this cool, we got this, it doesn't matter.." )) (( thx for making that post friend XD )) twotoned2marta22 [[ i'm wheezing this is wild ]]

twotoned2marta22 Would you liike the teal a2 well?? That ha2 a cut throat and took an arrow two the forearm. flippinoptimist --> sure! another box a cookies?  with like the plastic-wrapped baggies inside the box so it like, keeps for ages <-- twotoned2marta22 2ound2 good two me. II'll 2end both after both of tho2e come through. There 2houldn't be a blood me22, but II know better than two make guarantee2. flippinoptimist > Velius the Terrible, Prince of Mind, he who reigns over Bad Decisions, opens up his sendificator and checks out the coordinates.  He'll find a good piece of ground, and send two large boxes of store-bought cookies over.  One a variety pack, the other largish thickly-iced sugarcookies.  They appear from thin air with a soft -voip-. --> ill get trashbags! <-- --> just pull aside the two you want me to take, an ill appearify em! <-- twotoned2marta22 > Cookies. Excellent. You got called a sugar gremlin often when you were little, and you've fucking missed this shit. Thank fuck for Sparks reviving this interest.

> A burly olive gets dragged over to the transportalizer, and you drop the scrawny teal on top of that. Good two go. flippinoptimist > After a few seconds, they disappear with a -voip-, and reappear in Velius's lab on top of a pile of trashbags.  He puts on the rubber gloves and starts man-handling corpses into baggies for easy transport. --> okay!  thank you, i hope you havve a nice night!  good luck wif all your other dudes! <-- twotoned2marta22 You two. Hm. Thank2 for the a22ii2t, II appreciiate iit. flippinoptimist --> no worries! <-- twotoned2marta22 > Back to carving up you go.

Bonus Feature:

VEL: (( ...DA, are you awake PAL: (( ye! PAL: (( what's up? VEL: (( I think.. vel wants to link pal to this post about cannibalism ( http://twotoned2marta22.tumblr.com/post/156744285332/iim-ju2t-gonna-reblog-my-2elfiie-and-then-go ) and ask about the idea of splitting one VEL: (( Vel's part would be for science.  Pal's part could be "medical or you know whatever" PAL: (( I love that 'he wants to link a post about cannibalism' is absolutely a reasonable thing between them NAD: (( Same VEL: (( Literally holding my forehead while watching the typing notification here PAL: (( Pal would want to know what kind of science he has in mind, but barring any clear Nopes he'd be game PAL: (( most likely for medical stuff but... yeah... VEL: (( Mostly just to keep samples of flesh/blood/bone for later use, building up a library of materials like that.  Possibly keeping the horns and a few bones for magic ???? VEL: (( Does this pass the moirail Seal of Approval?  Shall he try to acquire a corpse (which he'd mention the guy got through self-defense)? PAL: (( it does pass, and he is allowed to Gain Corpse NAD: (( Gain Corpse.....  ...... VEL: (( Initiating contact, I'll keep you informed...