#they're gonna have to call the ferryman again!!!!!

[cherubchoirs]

Gabe meeting Radi, he didn't know she existed, and she just kinda, got thrown into he and V1's apartment after getting slapped by VE by accident (silly little interaction my sleep deprived brain cooked up)

OUGHHH CUTE.....what is her story??? how did she get here!!!! DID SHE BREAK THE WALL OF THEIR APARTMENT..........

[tobiasdrake]

We have a plan. I have it on good authority that it's a bad plan. But it's a plan and I'm going with it.

Here on the ship, or out at sea? Because I have a bunch of questions but they're going to be different questions based on the geographic location of the rods.

Out at sea, gotcha. So, did he construct them himself? I guess if we're in a pocket dimension then he probably, like, manifested them or something.

Ghost physics are like that.

Oh, sure. I catch your drift.

You want a little payment up front. You want to see what we're made of. This will be a piece of--

FIRE IS HOT

I don't know why I did that. Sometimes you see an obstacle that is clearly hazardous and yet you still have to touch it to find out how hazardous.

...

She's looking at me sideways, isn't she?

Judging.

Man, it's a good thing for us that this wind mage's torturous maelstrom dimension isn't very windy.

Then again, maybe it is and I just have a warped definition of "windy". Could be all that acrobatics training in the turbulent upper atmosphere with no guardrails affecting my perception. This might actually be really hard, and I owe Moraine an apology.

Alright. Team meeting. I'm gonna be honest, I'm pretty sure Hortence is expecting us to die horribly. We may have fumbled this first impression somewhere along the way. For that, I am willing to accept a small portion of the blame.

YES, second impression is a win! Garl, fistbump me.

We get to drive the ghost ship? SUCCESS. It's halfway to ours!

Garl, Zale, you two drive the ship. Serai, Teaks, and I will be in the captain's quarters with Hortence. Because Serai's been professionally dine-and-dashing me since we met and Teaks always has her nose in a book. This is the first chance I've had to spend an extended period of time with other women in TEN. YEARS.

I love you guys but it's Girl Time. Knock on the door when we reach the first island.

Oh yeah, that's definitely a lightning rod. You can practically hear it whispering in a ghostly voice. "Please break me. I'm so smashable."

Less sure of what these coins are for. Maybe we use them to buy our way into smashing the crystals. We pay off the curse in cursed pirate gold? It's curse logic; It doesn't have to make sense.

Yep, works just like that. The curse is a capitalist.

Wonder what these platforms are meant for? We're going to use them to break the crystals but that's obviously not their intended purpose.

Kinda looks like maintenance platforms, to me. Like you send someone up there to shoot magic into the crystals or something to charge them or repair them or something. Basically the opposite of what we're doing.

Oh no, your barrier disappeared. However could that have happened? I was just doing what the crystals told me to. Honest.

Alright guys, here we go with the final push. Everyone ready to teach a whiny little undead shit how to respect women's agency?

Personally, I hope we see an actual maelstrom inside Maelstrom Point. Because I've been promised a maelstrom but so far all I've gotten is thunderstorm. Stormcaller's gonna have to do a lot better than this to wow me.

And yet doesn't drag them down into any sort of maelstrom. Fancy that.

I like your fire mane. It's green. That means that when we cut off your head, we can pay the ferryman to take us to Roro and plunder more soulstones.

"My ship" he says even though we've sailed her more in the last several hundred years than he has.

And Serai wanted to buy her off of you. Tell you what, I'll pay you to jump off that cliff instead. Not with a Coin of Undeath Accord; We don't have that any more. I mean with the other currency.

You know what, credit where it's due. That is a raw line.

But I still don't see any maelstroms so you only get half-credit.

Okay. There it is. I wasn't. Actually expecting you to call my bluff like that. I. Uh.

It's very cool. I'm wowed. Good. Good job. You can put that away n--

Yeah, that's fair.

@_@ No wonder Hortence was laughing at us for thinking we can take this guy. He lives up to his reputation. He is a beast.

But not beast enough.

Oh goddammit, he vaporized. I had plans for his head! Do you know how hard this fight was? I earned that head. Fuck!

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Landon Kirby x MG x Jed Tien (Legacies)

Requested by anonymous

Landon sighs the moment he walks into the room he once used to call his own. It's so bare now, the only remnants of life being the unmade bed and the spots on the wall where sticky tape has stripped the wood of its paint. He can see exactly where everything used to be.

It's like a life that he never really lived. Not this version of him anyway. So much has changed in just over a year. He supposes he should've been used to that after all of his many homes in just a few short months growing up, but this is different somehow.

A hand on his shoulder stirs him back around to the present. He meets MG's smile with one of his own, hoping his face doesn't give away how he's feeling. He fails spectacularly if MG's own expression is anything to on.

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about, okay?" He gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze then pats it once more before walking a few steps into the room to get a better look around. He sticks his hands on his hips and nods with the confidence of an interior designer. "Yeah, this is fine. Some new posters, maybe some new paint as well. It'll have your name all over it again soon enough."

"Yeah, and then something else will probably happen in a few weeks and it'll become someone else's room. Again."

Landon doesn't mean to sound so bitter and pessimistic. Again, something he picked up from childhood. He thought he'd grown out of it with how he's had to cling onto hope lately. Literally.

"Hey, that's not gonna happen," Jed says, appearing behind him. He sounds so sure, and either he's suddenly a great liar or he truly believes what he's saying. "You're not going anywhere now. You've sacrificed enough for the rest of us and for this school. Alright? So, the least we can do is make sure you get to graduate."

That draws a slight chuckle out of Landon. He furrows his eyebrows and, only half joking, asks, "Wait, they do graduation here? Like, robes, and hats, and diplomas?"

"Oh, yeah, dude!"

"It's great, you'll love it," MG chimes in, grinning over at him. "The witches always do some really cool magic display. Fireworks and all. Little ones, obviously, but still. Awesome."

Landon can already imagine. Everything at this school still amazes him, even the littlest of spells. He actually looks forward to the idea of getting to witness graduation. Hopefully, he'll be able to.

He keeps that thought in his head, so as not to start another round of reassurances and lectures about how he can't think like that. They're right, of course, but part of him is still worried. Who knows what happens when the ferryman decides to just up and leave his post? For all he knows, he could be dragged back to Limbo in his sleep tonight.

Jed pats his shoulder and he forces an optimistic smile. Maybe they're right and he needs to just focus on the good. He's back, who knows for how long, but he's here. That's all that matters right now.

"Alright." MG claps his hands together. "Where should we start?"

"Well, I've asked the witches about mixing up some paint samples, so..." Jed points a thumb over his shoulder and raises his eyebrows, looking between them. "Start there?"

"Sounds good," Landon confirms.

He lets Jed swing an arm around his shoulders (god, has he gotten even taller since he last saw him properly? Landon could have sworn he was only an inch or two taller than him a few months ago, now he's at least four) and lead him out of the room, with MG falling into the step beside them.

"And we can get some photos printed out, stick them up with some posters which we can go shopping for later," he continues rambling, and begins ticking off his fingers. "So, paint, photos, posters. How do you feel about lighting?"