#rabbit at the keyboard (ooc)

[ghostly-punk]

Oh no my [gender] has been [transd]

[earthendandinbetween]

Relationships: the generals.

this time it’s how these three interact with eachother.

Spiderton and Gong: Before the pact Kharma had made, Gong had not really given the other generals much thought, though he had picked up on Spiderton’s intelligence back then. He thinks it’s a shame he wasn’t able to see the original tank that was created, but--- that’s far in the past. The two get along rather well, but neither of them would say they are particularly close to eachother. Spiderton still can’t quite figure out how Gong was revived, or how they gain control over his mask. Something to do with the archfiend’s defeat? Or--- He’s not sure! Meanwhile, Gong gained a greater respect for Spiderton due to the other general picking up the pieces and taking care of the zigotons while he was...away. They’re sort of like respectful work partners more than anything.

Kuwagattan and Spiderton: A complete mess, even in the past. In the past they were supposed to be co-workers developing machinery and advanced weapons for the zigoton tribe, but-- Kuwagattan, then known as Beetleton, was absolutely disinterested in the other general’s work. He was impatient at the idea of making something ‘better than brute strength’ and instead put all of his time into battle training. This put quite a few snags in Spiderton’s work plans, and quite a few interruptions from the dekaton who was supposed to help him. Nowadays...Not much has exactly changed. Upon meeting eachother again for the first time they both insulted eachother immediately before being forced to behave. Spiderton often insults Kuwagattan by still referring to him as Beetleton occasionally, as the akumapon finds the name to be referring to him as someone much weaker and more pathetic. Spiderton thinks it fits perfectly for his fragile ego.

Gong and Kuwagattan: A very strange duo. The two never really formally talked in the past, outside of a mutual respect for training dutifully to protect the tribe. However, after everything that had happened, Gong held quite a bit of guilt for what had happened in the pact Kharma had made in his absence. So when he had heard Calle had spared the akumapon general, he felt responsible to try and talk some sense into him. And oddly enough, it had worked. Through a mutual understanding of Kuwagattan’s want to prove himself so much that it led to him being just another pawn to someone’s plan, they agreed to work together to fix things for something he actually truly believed in. What that is? Gong isn’t sure, but at least someone he still saw as part of his tribe was safe now. They get along incredibly well, which is confusing for just about everyone else. Gong is the only person the akumapon will listen to-- well, mostly. He’s still stubborn, that’s just part of his personality. Kuwagattan also often sees himself as somewhat of a bodyguard to the zigoton, which is endlessly amusing to the other.

[mcnypieces]

     Was writing casually trying to get some things done since I finally got the chance/energy to sit down and do so, and in the middle of a reply I notice my kitty Jojo is messing with something on the windowsill not even two feet away from me. Cool, I think, there’s something outside the window. Then I hear a little flying sound, maybe from some kind of bug. Cool, I think, it’s probably another stinkbug that got in the house somehow. It’s harmless and she’ll probably chase it off.

     Then I look over. That is not a stinkbug on the windowsill. That is a wasp. And my cat is attempting to paw at it because it moves and therefore she simply must bat at it. Cue me immediately freaking out and picking her up and locking her in the bathroom so she will like... not do that.

     So anyway, I am big baby and I just spent the last thirty minutes panicking because I forgot there’s a door to a back balcony right there I could open since I never open it, was trying to figure out how to trap the wasp to take it out the front door without getting stung, only to remember the door but lose track of the wasp. So then I had to rattle everything gently with a broom to find it, got lucky enough to have it land on a bag, which I then carefully lifted by the handles with said broom and sat outside.

     My skin is still crawling and I hate that feeling because despite literally taking it out myself and watching it my body still wants to believe there’s something I haven’t seen walking on my skin and it happens literally every time I see an insect that is not nice. Plus now Jojo is looking for it and every time she catches sight of something outside I double take and watch her because the last thing I need is my cat ( or me ) getting stung by a wasp. Luckily I’m not deathly allergic like my mom is but still. 

[hidiingplace]

ooc. my rabbit is absolutely unhinged this morning. he banged a toy on the ground for an hour this morning so I’d wake up and pay attention to him. now i’m awake and chilling in bed and he’s throwing sticks around and running across my keyboard.

[marcelinedeleon]

Down the Rabbit hole// Self-para

(( ooc: this is set during the time of Candice fighting for the Spear of Destiny and while Rory is fighting Thawne. Also if @centralcitysfinest-rp need me to change anything then please let me know. I am happy to edit this post.))

Marceline’s heels clicked on the tiles in the halls of S.T.A.R. Labs. As she walked she had four of her Court Talons with her. The building from what she could tell was empty. If there were any employees they were in hiding.

“Does Thawne have some weird tradition about Jellybeans?” One of the Talons asked. Marceline shot him a look before stopping. The talons stopped along side her. Looking at the piles of Jellybeans she walked over picking one up.

“Ma'am are you gonna…” One asked before he was cut off as she popped it in her mouth. They looked at each other as she turned back to them. “He used some knock off Jellybeans. These are awful.” She said spitting out the partially chew candy.

“Let’s go. The so called Cortex room should be around the corner.” She said as she continued walking. The Talons followed her as she found the room.

“You two open that wall.” She commanded. “You on the computer and you guard the door.” She continued giving commands. They did as she commanded and Marceline walked around the room. “This place is… It’s a prison.” She said.

“Uh… Ma'am… This is important.” The one at the computer said. Marceline strode over peering over at the monitors. On one monitor she watched Rip Hunter fighting someone she didn’t recognize. The other one had Thawne fighting a woman.

“Who is that?” She asked. The Talon shrugged at Marceline. “I have no clue Ma'am.” He responded. The two working on the wall stopped and looked at her. “Should we stop?” They asked.

“No if that woman fails we need Thawne’s pet to take care of him.” She said. “Now then keep an eye on those fights and gather as much data as you can from those computers.” Marceline ordered as she walked around.

She desperately wanted to light a cigarette, but it was neither the time nor the place. As she paced she watched the Talons. “Damn this wall…” One cursed. Marceline rolled her eyes. “Ma'am you’ll want to see this.” The one at the computer said.

In annoyance she walked over and looked at the screen. “Should we continue opening that wall?” He asked. Marceline took a seat and let out a breath. “That is one piece off the board…” She said.

The talons looked at each other. Marceline stood up and looked around at them. “You go cut out his heart. Make sure that he never stands again.” She commanded to one of the ones working on the wall. The one she pointed at saluted before leaving.

“You keep working on that wall I want to make sure that Thawne never sees the light of day ever again.” She said. The one at the computer kept typing away at the keyboard. “Ma'am what is behind this wall?” The one trying to open the wall asked.

“This will help shed some light on this situation.” The one at the computer said pressing a button making the wall open. Marceline kept her eyes on the wall as it opened. The one by the wall watched the new area.

“There’s nothing in he..” The Talon was cut off as the Black Flash slammed against the glass wall. The Talon had jumped back in fear holding a dagger ready to throw it. “You want to release that? It could kill us!” The freaked out talon said.

“That is Thawne’s pet.” She said with a slight smile. “I present to you the Racer of Death. The Black Flash.” Marceline said. The one at the computer tilted his head. “How did you find out about this?” He asked.

“My dear Talon, I traffic in information, favors and the like. You just have to ask the right people the right questions in the right way and they just pour knowledge without knowing it.” She replied brushing his mask. “It also helps when people are drunk, loose lips spill all the good stuff for a fraction of the work.” She added with a smile.

“Now continue going through those files and if you can find a release button then do it.” She ordered. The talon by the Black Flash’s cage stepped back. “Is it alright if I watch the hall with him?” He asked.

“Keep an eye on him.” She said pointing at the Black Flash. Marceline sat back down and got comfortable as she watched the screens. Between the fight happening between Rip and the mysterious woman and watching her Talon approaching Thawne’s corpse she couldn’t help but smile. “Wait what was that?” She asked sitting up.

The talon looked over in confusion. “What was what?” He asked. Marceline shoved him aside as she took over the keyboard. Ignoring the two video feeds she backed up in the list of files. “What the hell is Wonderland?” She asked scrunching her face.

Clicking on it she was brought to a new video feed. “Thawne you bastard.” She cursed. Scouring the file she kept an eye on feed of the woman while looking at the info. “Black Alice? Well that fits the wonderland title.” She muttered.

Reading the information she closed the other video feeds. “Hey I was watching that fight.” The Talon next to her said. “To distracting and talk again I will have that guy gut you.” She retorted pointing at the one by the door.

“Sorry Ted but I would do it if she ordered it.” The one by the door said. The one next to Marceline was about to answer before stopping and staying quiet. “Shit!” She cursed smacking the table. “Fucking Thawne.” She said getting up.

“Ma'am?” One asked. “I hate to follow Snart’s rules but we are now on rule three. The plan has gone sideways. Time to throw away the plan.” She said pacing around. “Okay okay this can be salvaged.” She said.

Turning back to the computer she quickly typed something in. “There you are.” She said smugly. “Step away from the glass wall.” She ordered pressing the button. The talon barely had time to move as the Black Flash rushed off. “Now then you get to guide me to her cell.” Marceline pointed at the screen of the woman.

“Yes ma'am.” The one at the computer said. “You two with me and get the fourth member here. Let’s go.” She said as she started to walk off. The two talons followed her. Making her way to where the girl was held. “You two hang back.” She ordered.

Walking up to the confinement room she smiled. “Open the door.” She ordered on the coms. The door opened and Marceline carefully stepped in. “I don’t have much time to explain all of this, so I’m gonna cut the crap. Thawne is dead, I run the Court of Owls and I plan on protecting you.” She said holding out a hand.

A smile crept across her face as the woman took her hand. “Now then Ms. Alice, let us be on our way.” She said as they walked away. Her two talons joined her. “When you two have the data from the cortex room join us is that understood?” She asked over the coms.

Marceline made her way past a few Jellybean piles. “Don’t question it Ms. Alice. I don’t understand it either.” She said as they left. “Things are much weirder through the looking glass.” She added. Marceline noted the disdain on Black Alice’s face. “Oh please dear. Thawne had you labeled as Wonderland.” She added as they left.

[totally-totty]

OOC: What Should Totty Do Next?

- Musician AU (I have no idea how I’d work this, so ideas are welcome! He will have his keyboard like in Hesokuri Wars) (idea submitted by @vitsumatsu ) - Totty becomes a popular Idol! (this can tie in with the Musician AU!) (idea submitted by @stupendoustyrantfox) - Totty tries to infiltrate a girls only event as Todoko/Todomi. He is given orders by askers as to what to do. (idea submitted by anonymous) (no idea how it’ll work, again, but I’ll figure it out!) - Totty loses his memory and it’s up to the askers/followers to help him remember who he is. All he knows is his name is Ronaldo. (idea submitted by @talesofabyss) - M!A Totty becomes some sort non-human/furry/creature AGAIN based on one of the several M!A in my inbox. (options: Anthro Cat, Dragon (like Dragon Osomatsu), Rabbit, Wolf, Anthro Wolf) - SUBMIT YOUR OWN IDEA/M!A.

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[magellaniic]

15 days remain.

[earthendandinbetween]

I’m so rusty at writing and also it’s 3 am so I dont know what kind of quality to expect here.

I wanted to write a lot of dialogue sooo I picked out the moment when Gong decided to talk to Kuwagattan before the ambush in pp2 in Calle’s timeline. Taken kind of in a middle part of the situation.  I uhhhhhhh hope you like this very rusty ass writing.

“...Thank you, for agreeing to have a peaceful conversation,” Although his words were sincere, every word and movement felt….stilted. Performative.

General Gong shook his head slightly, watching carefully as the much larger dekapon took a step forwards. This, this didn’t feel right. They weren’t supposed to be on opposite sides like this, not at all. This--- The zigoton sighed inwardly. He felt responsible, of course he did. If he hadn’t died then none of this ever would’ve happened.

He came here for closure. That’s all. There’s no changing the past.

“Cut the formalities,” The voice of the akumapon general was jarring. It held so much familiarity to it and yet, there was such malice behind the tone. A venom to it that made him more of a stranger than before, “I’m not here to play nice. I’m merely humoring you before I tear those patapons apart.”

Of course. He couldn’t expect a politeness back. That was still a familiar facet to the other general, something he held even in the past. With the gleam off the green decals of his hammer, Gong gripped his own scythe a little tighter. He’d need to be quick. You cannot expect peace for very long, especially around an enemy.

“I understand,” More-so than he was going to state of course, “General erm...Kuwagattan. I merely wanted to ask a question.”

‘For my own sake’ was an addition he best felt left out of the equation.

It was almost difficult to judge Kuwagattan’s emotions, but there were very clear details he failed to hide away. A quirk of the brow as his expression changed to a more amused one. A glance to the side. He was thinking. But what about was much, much harder to gauge.

“A question?” The akumapon almost chuckled, a hint of annoyance still very clear, “You discover an ambush for your ally, cross enemy lines...All for a question? That’s...very you.”

He was taken aback by the statement. This was clearly bait to get under his skin, something he shouldn’t pay any mind to….And yet. The curiosity ate at him.

To Gong this wasn’t merely an enemy. He wouldn’t normally bother with such, unless he felt a truce or alternative could truly be made. This was unusual behavior of himself, thus it made the statement much more odd.

“What do you mean?” The general silently cursed himself for falling for it in the end. But, this was most likely the last time he would ever see the other. He wanted at least a few answers, even if brief or only half of the truth. Just to put this all to rest.

Kuwagattan’s eye further creased in amusement and he resisted the urge to glare, to react at all. Now wasn’t the time for petty fits or clashes. He’d learned well to remain patient.

“Heh. A Queen’s lapdog who instead of hunting down an enemy and cutting them down on-sight decides to commit to some useless honor code, who looks for some other solution in his plans before going to attack,” The akumapon’s pupil shrunk into a much smaller slit, voice half on the verge of laughter and half on rage, “Someone who learns of an ambush and instead of fighting back decides to pull--- whatever this is. Someone weak. Pathetic. Need I go on?”

“...It is not weak to seek a separate route,” Gong tried to loosen the vice-like grip on his scythe as he continued, “It is not pathetic to try to communicate with one who was once an ally.”

A resounding, yet dull thud echo’d in the crater momentarily. The zigoton stiffened, watching carefully as the other general had lowered his hammer, opting to lean against it. His expression had changed drastically. The anger and borderline hatred wasn’t concealed anymore. It was very clear that these statements were not welcome ones.

Gong wished he could blame him.

“So that’s what this is really about,” The utter venom that dripped from the low chuckle was enough to sting, enough to raise the guilt further, “You want to talk me out of what I’m doing. Bring me back and place me right back to where I was before.”

Gong took several steps back, eyeing the akumapon as he begun to circle, grumbling and increasing the grip on his weapon with every step and word as it dragged across the dirt.

“You want me to return to being Kharma’s pawn? That’s funny...Last I checked, I don’t answer to her anymore. So you can leave and tell your precious Queen that you failed. Again and again.”

There was something odd about the behavior. The hatred was very clear in his voice, but Gong could still pick up on something hidden underneath the tough facade. Hurt.

“This has nothing to do with her,” He kept his voice steady, calm, “I came here of my own will.”

“And why is that? You know we’re enemies. What are you gaining here? To try and make me feel bad for joining an army more powerful than yours? To make me regret embracing this form?”

“No.” The zigoton sighed heavily, “I’m not here to convince you to join me. I came here for a selfish reason, that much I can admit. I only wished---...To apologize. For all of this.”

The heavy footsteps that had been circling him paused. A look of confusion, hurt, and that ever venomous rage that seemed to dull at the words had taken over Kuwagattan’s features. This clearly, was something he had never been told before. At least, not like this. An apology was enough to stun him.

“...What?” his voice was much, much softer than the incredibly gruff voice he had taken before. One simple questioning word followed by an unnatural pause in the conversation.

“General Kuwagattan,” the zigoton steeled himself slightly, this whole ordeal had gotten so far out of his control, “I have made peace with Kharma. With General Spiderton. With the others who were still alive and had their souls unfairly taken. I feel--- although I know no matter what I did it would not have changed the pact--- I do feel responsible for not being able to stop it.”

Unnatural quiet. He expected a response, an interruption. Perhaps even an attack, but nothing came.

“...I am truly sorry, Beetleton.”

A moment of recognition in the other’s eye, an almost understanding look--- and then that moment of calm was gone, replaced with a furrowed brow, a shove of the hammer, a glare.

“Do not ever refer to me by that name,” Kuwagattan practically hissed, “That form of me is long gone, with all its weakness and mediocrity. That is not my name. You think that any of this matters? That I’m going to leave those pathetic cowards be? That-”

“Are you happy here?”

Another uncomfortable silence in the dark night of the crater hit. He felt like he was being dared to speak again by the utter taken aback look the other had given. Gong hadn’t meant to cut the other general off, but the question he had truly come to ask had been eating away the entire time. He needed to know.

“That’s it. That’s the question I had.”

“Wh...Why do---” the akumapon shook his head roughly, his voice lacking the bite it had much earlier in the conversation, “What kind of a stupid question is that?”

“...You are still a zigoton,” Gong replied, softer than intended, “Though we may be on different sides now, I still want to be sure that this--- This is truly what you want.”

“You’re a fool, Gong,” Came back the bitter response, though the venom seemed to be draining further with each word, sinking further into confusion, hurt, uncertainty, “This strength is all I have ever wanted, all I ever had. I owe it to Dark Hoshipon to show it off and gain revenge against those stupid circles.”

Strength. Always back to strength. The constant need to prove himself to somebody else. Being turned into a pawn yet again with no care to what happens afterwards. Gong forcefully held his tongue. Cursing his new leader could only result in a worse scuffle here. Gods forbid it turned into a full fight.

“I understand. You wished for strength, you gained such, and now you serve a new leader,” It only took a moment to think of his next words, “That. That does not answer my question, Kuwagattan.”

“What are you looking for, then? I gave you what you wanted. I’m glad to serve Dark Hoshipon in exchange for the power I’ve been given.”

“Tell me then. Is this what you believe in?”

There were clear cracks in the akumapon’s facade now, more and more of his true thoughts coming through as the conversation continued. This….wasn’t expected. However, Gong was willing to take advantage of the situation. Perhaps, prevent the general from dying once more. The quiet, almost shocked demeanor of Kuwagattan gave the zigoton another opportunity to speak.

“You do not wish to be a pawn again. Therefore it’s only fair to ask you. Do you want to fight for this? To destroy everything alongside that star? Is it what you truly believe in?”

“I-” The rage died off in the akumapon’s throat, replaced with a low, almost whimper-like sound of frustration and pain. He was breaking, “...What does it matter, anyways?”

“It matters because there’s a choice,” Gong kept his tone firm, “You do not have to be a pawn to another leader who wishes to achieve a goal with no worry for the consequences. You, Kuwagattan, can leave. You can find something you really believe in. Something worth that time.”

The hammer fell to the dirt, replaced with balled fists and a gaze that refused to meet his own.

“...If you’re so wise about all this,” the akumapon’s voice was more like a hoarse croak now, holding back appearing weaker, even for a moment, “Then, what is there to believe in?”

The question had taken him a moment to process. A vulnerable, honest sentence. Something sincere that wasn’t hidden behind pretending that he was better than such a fear.

“I cannot tell you what to believe in, or what to fight for,” the zigoton general dipped his head down, “That’s not for me to decide. If you choose to leave this charade behind, to abandon your leader, you can find out for yourself. There is a lot to fight for in this world, a lot to care about. That much I can promise you.”

Gong watched as Kuwagattan’s gaze led upwards to the night sky, something almost contemplative about it all. Something much, much more vulnerable. Very strange.

“A lot to fight for, huh?” There was a complete lack of rage, a complete 180 from the personality he had been clinging to before. This was so much more different. Calm, collected, “I’ve seen a lot of fights, but I don’t think I’ve ever believed in the cause. Not truly. This is all I have.”

“...It doesn’t have to be,” he held back the urge to offer the other a hand, “You can go at anytime, and find something better out there.”

“And if there’s nothing out there?”

“Then,” The zigoton leader cleared his throat, “Then you find me. You are still a zigoton general, a good warrior. I would be glad to help.”

“...I had considered running away before,” The much gentler tone was still deeply unusual. Had his words really worn away the akumapon this much? “It just never seemed to make sense.”

“It’s up to you. If you want to stay, or leave. It’s not weak to decide this isn’t worth fighting for.”

The eye contact was a wordless form of recognition. The fear of weakness. The confusion of it all.

“...I’m still going to face them,” Kuwagattan finally spoke up after a moment, “I feel like--- It will decide for me, that fight.”

Of course. The goal of the night was never to stop the attempted ambush. He couldn’t expect it all to be called off, to suddenly be allies, or friends. He just wanted this simple closure. To know his apology was heard, even if not accepted.

“I understand,” Gong gave a respectful bow, “Warriors are born to fight.”

“...You’re going to warn them.”

The statement took a moment to realize the context. The ambush. His discovery of it.

“Ah. Yes, of course. The patapons are an ally of the zigotons. It would be wrong not to warn them of the attack you had planned.”

“...I will prepare accordingly.”

“I am sure you will,” It was clear the conversation had gone as far as it could, with the end approaching  quite quickly, “I shall be on my way.”

A grunt of acknowledgment signaled the general that it was over, his presence was no longer needed. He could only hope, with the strange, strange mind Kuwagattan had always been known for in the past,  that perhaps his words had truly made an impact. A senseless death of one that he still saw as an equal...It would be unfortunate. The quiet chirping of insects were both welcome and strange after everything that had occurred as he stepped around the rocky terrain of the Babaran Crater. Had he done the right thing? Said the right words?

“General Gong?”

The gruff voice almost caught the zigoton off guard, causing him to jolt before turning slightly to look behind himself. The other held an almost ‘smile’ with his eye, a strange, almost understanding one. Quietly, Gong motioned for him to continue his words, a mixture of uncertainty and hope gripping him.

“...Perhaps we will meet again soon.”

And with the statement, Kuwagattan had disappeared off into the darkness opposite of himself, leaving the general to consider what he had meant alone.

It’s funny, how differently things play out compared to one’s thoughts. Meet again soon...

“I certainly hope so.”

[earthendandinbetween]

Madfang’s Identity

Due to Makoton and Aiton both surviving the events of patapon 1 (See Calle’s toyhouse bio for info on that), there came a question of how Madfang would come to be in this AU. After a while of thinking, here’s what I settled on!

After the events of Patapon 2, with Makoton being saved from having his soul sold by Dark Hoshipon, there came a bit of worry from his partner. Aiton had begun to fret, slowly blaming himself for any trouble the two had run into, even before the patapons begun their journey. It seemed like he was too ‘weak’ to defend himself, always hiding behind Makoton, even going as far as to put himself in danger for the sake of himself.

Due to these fears rising after Makoton was nearly lost forever during the karmen and akumapon attack, Aiton begun to look for ways to protect them both. If he could just do anything to be just as strong or stronger, perhaps they wouldn’t get in any more trouble for him.

And so, when the Archfiends were released, it wasn’t hard to convince him to don the mask that was offered. Strength and protection for his loved ones were promised, and so Aiton quickly took the opportunity.

After his transformation into Ragefang and regaining of his memories overtime, guilt consumed him quite fast. Once again, he had gotten himself into danger.

And though he would love to help return things to normal, his newfound stubbornness from the mask and his guilt for all the trouble he helped cause...He feels it’s better to mostly stay away. Just for a while.

It’s been difficult for the patapons to get a hold of him ever since he regained his memories and true identity.

[earthendandinbetween]

Spiderton and Kuwagattan meeting again, probably

Spiderton: I see you’re still the same brainless brute you’ve always been. Kuwagattan: Yeah? Your horse is still ugly. Spiderton, visibly about to cry: You take that back! Winona is very sensitive!

[earthendandinbetween]

To answer those questions:

I imagine that once an Archfiend’s boss creature is defeated, their hold over that mask is weakened once they leave to join the others that were defeated to regroup, therefore during the entire time Madfang/Aiton’s Archfiend is around, he’s 100% Madfang. Very anger filled, very confident. Constant need to prove himself is something added in, though.

Once the memories kick in after the Archfiend leaves, however, it’s more of a 50%/50% split on it. Since he’s still donning the mask, he has uncontrollable bouts of rage still, but also retains his much softer demeanor he had before. This is also what happened to Gong at first as well, until he got help when he joined up with the others/ had his mask removed.

As for Makoton, he’s definitely there in the background of the main group, mostly tracking Madfang and attempting to reason with him at times when he can be found, but so far in the timeline, not much as changed. He’s...worried and taking a lot more bolder risks with it all. There’s been talk of trying to send him back over the bridge to prevent any huge trouble, but it’s not been successful. They’re both rather determined zigotons in the end, after all. He’d find some way to get back and start all over on his own plans. The rest of it all? Doesn’t exactly matter to him.

[earthendandinbetween]

LIAR

(DONT CALL HIM OUT LIKE THIS)

[earthendandinbetween]

[earthendandinbetween]

What’s the history of the karmen here? Asking cuz it’s funky for me to mess with for me

I haven't given them too much of a thought here yet. Considering that Ormen wanted to bring in so much chaos, most likely just for fun or for his own gain, the rest of his tribe is somewhat in shambles from the aftermath. There's a lot of guilt and blame being passed around and the worry that they would only be seen as the tribe that welcomed the akumapons into the world.

They're still back on the other side of the bridge, trying to rebuild a new reputation amongst themselves.

As for Ormen? He's somewhere out there. Whether or not he cares about what he did, there's no telling. Kind of a jerk, that one. Though weakened and trying to regain his strength, he is a bit curious of what exactly has happened to the world. He didn't necessarily think things would ever go this far. All this from tempting some pitiful patapon into breaking an egg, hm? He finds a lot of fun in how easily others can be tricked into just about anything.

[earthendandinbetween]

So what were the relationships between the generals like? Especially after makoton kinda left gong for dead—

Also Aiton and Makoton are gay and in love here right?? /hj

Here's a post about spiderton/gong/kuwagattan's current interactions

As for Makoton leaving Gong for dead? He can't exactly blame him for that in this AU, he simply wanted to get Aiton to safety after Calle well...accidentally killed Gong. Neither of the zigotons really knew what to do other than retreat and take his helm. There's no hard feelings.

Also absolutely. 100%

[earthendandinbetween]

Relationships: Calle and the three generals

A quick briefing of the sort of friendships Calle has with her three...strange allies.

Calle and Gong: A mutual respect built upon their shared ideals of protecting their people no matter what. After the events of patapon 1 and Gong’s revival, the two slowly grew towards this respect through the events of 2 from their treaty and working together against the karmen and akumapon threat. Calle still feels guilt about what had originally happened to the general, but he is always quick to brush it off as just something every warrior has to prepare for. With his ability to sneak among the Dark Heroes, Gong has proven to be a great ally during the current timeline and when the two plan, it’s usually fairly solid….until someone else comes in and changes things. It’s a constant struggle. They’re both very tired.

Calle and Spiderton: Absolute ride-or-die best friends. It’s incredibly strange how this came to be, but Calle often speaks about how happy she is that she was able to spare the general’s life all that time ago. They’re almost an unstoppable force when coming up with plans, Calle figuring out where to send troops, and Spiderton coming up with machines to build. It rarely ever ends up with anything solid or...plausible, but it tends to raise moral. They’re both very hopeful and well meaning, and Calle finds herself very proud with the general trying to come out of his more...cowardly shell. The type of friends who if you insult one half of them, the other will have your throat for it.

Calle and Kuwagattan: Calle wants to like Kuwagattan. Trust her, she does. She’s thankful for the help of course but---….He is very frustrating to be around. The feeling is pretty mutual on both ends. Kuwagattan thinks he can handle things just fine without a plan, he just needs troops and strength. Calle’s attitude about trying to spare who they can and befriend any help--- it’s just annoying. Calle thinks that he never thinks anything he does through fully and it could eventually lead to something terrible happening. The two bicker constantly, arguing over a plan and eventually scrapping them immediately when they can’t agree. Though...Kuwagattan does seem to care somewhat for her. Almost like a mean brother. Don’t tell anyone that, it’d hurt his fragile ego to be seen as ‘soft’. It’s rare, but they occasionally find things to bond over. A lot of unpredictable chaos with these two.