#wow guys did you like how i pulled an oddly specific example from thin air?

[katyspersonal]

Now that I think about it, it is bizarre how speaking about good things like how "broken" people deserve love, acceptance and healing can give you a label of "hurr durr this person says we should put up with emotional manipulators instead of keeping them accountable!!!!! >:(" these days. I mean, this is not a far stretch to how saying that only communication and good interactions can change society to the better apparently leads to assumptions from CERTAIN people that they are demanded to talk with those hostile to them. (All coincidences with real life events are accidental source dude trust me!!!! XD)

I just think this is absurd how it is not painfully obvious in general, that voicing your own perspective doesn't impose obligation on everyone to do the same. It depends on an INDIVIDUAL. Those devastating emotional manipulators deserve someone to carry on and accept them - as well as people who are not up for the task better off quit and save themselves. There is no rule that applies to everyone and there is no right way to act besides what you decide - there are only advices. It is like this in many things. Humans are complicated, in our interactions - very close or not so much - we always balance between "You should extend EFFORT if you want a change" and "Back off and do not extend effort if it breaks you". Either decision can be a good call, either decision can be your worst mistake, and either decision is okay to propose. Life and people are hard to predict, that's why it is fun!

Additionally, people make TOO big of a deal over morality of a choice. So what if X throwing Y away when Y was healing and barely started to trust X broke Y, thus making what X did not really nice? Would X really have to perform emotional gymnastics to prove that Y was just evil and irredeemable and probably was full of shit and didn't deserve anything etc? Like... making mistakes is fine, as well as making a choice that's good for you but is bad for someone else. So what if someone DID give up on another person easily? So what if someone DID choose the worst moment to quit possible? This can happen too, not every unhealthy bond is textbook example abuse, sometimes you literally just befriended a person with emotional baggage and decided they were not worth effort. There is not always a huge underlying reason about how that person is totally inherently bad and a monster. No need to fret so much about having decisions record perfectly clean of anything wrong, we all are cringe anyway.

But since I said there are no rules, only advices, here is an ADVICE from me: you should be very wary of people who feel attacked when you propose extending an effort instead of throwing a person away (whatever is the context). It is a no-brainer that you proposing something doesn't mean they have to think the same! We are people with autonomy! So why certain people get so butthurt about someone suggesting a course they personally don't want to take?

Because they are unwittingly projecting their OWN attitude. Because THEY are the categorical people who express their propositions as orders and not as advices or choices. As result, they think you have the same control freakery in mind. But trust me bro/sis/sib, you had good intention and it's not your fault THEY are defensive and vindictive.

Be wary of people that get defensive over an ADVICE instead of just not taking it if they don't wanna.

[rpchive]

Seventy Ninth Encounter-- Re-release

Tori and Rio are talking in the console room when, despite the fact that the IT is still in motion, an oddly polite and musical knock is heard on the other side of the door.

alienrabitt: ...Did you hear that?

Rio: Uh...I want to know who, but I really want to know how? The knock comes again with an additional flourish at the end. alienrabitt: ...What do we even do about this? We can't open it, we'd get sucked out...

Rio: You've got magic, right? Can't you just seal the doorway?

alienrabitt: But then how would I open the door...? The knock sounds once more, although now it's become more like a drumming as whatever is on the other side seems to begin improvising rhythms. Rio: Sh...should we land?

alienrabitt: ...Mm, well, if this stops, we can see if we have something stuck to the IT, but if this keeps up, I'm gonna have to open that door somehow. A blue ball of light suddenly appears in front of the door before solidifying into some sort of shiny material, and four beady eyes take form facing the pair. It turns its attention to the door and two thin tentacle-like appendages grow out from its sides and disengage the locks on the door before opening it. Despite the IT's speed and movement, no air rushes out of the room, although the sounds of extremely high winds can be heard outside.

A figure then casually steps inside and the weird creature shuts the door behind them. The majority of the person's body is covered by a large navy blue leather trenchcoat, obviously worn and weathered from heavy use. Their head is completely obscured by a helmet with gunmetal sidings and a featureless dark glass that fills the area in between, starting from the chin and up to the top of the head, where it then transitions to more metal. Atop the helmet is a wide-brimmed leather hat, which the figure dismisses with a snap before shaking the "hand" of the creature that let him in before it too disappears in a puff of smoke.

?: Now now, don't you kids know it's rude to keep someone waiting at the door? As Rio immediately begins to slowly back away, Tori desperately attempts to keep themself from shaking. Making sure to stay between the stranger and the console, Tori is the only one to address them: "Who are you? How the hell did you get in here?" ?: Eh? Uh, the door? I tried knocking but no one answered. I figured everyone was asleep or somethin', so I was just gonna let myself in and wait for someone to show up. alienrabitt: We're travelling through time and space at absurd speeds; don't act like you just walked up to your neighbor's house!! The figure makes many animated gestures with their hands as they speak, to the point where it almost seems like the hands act independently as visual interpreters. "I mean, we're not neighbors but it's not like it was hard to catch up. Look, take it easy, kids. You're acting like a Class III Reality Warper just walked in on you while you were in the bathroom or somethin'." alienrabitt: A what...? Look, people don't catch up with us, and...and you didn't answer me!! Quit skirting around this; how the hell did you catch up to us; how the hell did you break in; and who in the fresh hell are you?! ?: Hmm, in order I suppose. I blinked to your front door, and used a basic familiar to get the door open. As for who I am, well, if you want my story that'll take a while, but if you want my name? I like to go by The Wandering Law. You call me Law, or Wanderer, or WL, or That Guy Who Broke Into Our Vending Machine, or Trenchcoat Man, or Cool Guy, or...

He shows no signs of stopping. As he carries on, Tori has backed up against the console, while Rio has gone to fetch Collin. Law: ... or Mystery Man, or That Vaguely Robot Looking Thing, or Bootleg Daft Punk, or.... As he counts the names on his fingers, more fingers seem to appear on his hands as he goes over ten. As Rio returns with Collin, he snaps his gaze in his direction and makes the extra digits disappear with a flick of his wrists.

"Oho! So that's what I was picking up! Man, now that's something you don't see every day."

Collin: Uh, who are you? Tori, what's going on here?

alienrabitt: This.../thing/ broke into the IT! They just...opened the fucking door like it was nothing, and they've been listing off names ever since...!

Law: Wow, rude. I was just giving you names like you asked, and since you didn't pick one of the usual ones I had to dig real deep into the ones I haven't heard in ages. You need to work on your hosting skills, Mister Doesn't-Answer-The-Door-For-Guests. alienrabitt: Guest implies that you were expected or invited, and you are neither of those things!!

Law: Right, right, forgive me for not sending my RSVP. Do you prefer phone, email, or telepathic communication? alienrabitt: Look, I get it, you're some weird space thing like me; what in the fresh hell are you doing here?! You knew about Collin or something? Law: Not specifically, no. When a guy picks up a magical signature as stinkin' huge as this guy's though, he's practically obliged to stick his nose in there and see what's cookin'. Gotta make sure some anomaly isn't about to go wreak havoc on the multiverse and all that good talk, y'know? alienrabitt: Well good news; we do the opposite of that. Satisfied? Law: Sure, sure, I believe you. I still gotta take a look at this guy though. Consider it a check-up. He snaps his fingers and Collin suddenly lifts a few inches into the air and flies over to him, hovering just a couple of feet away.

Collin: H-Hey! The hell do you think you're doing?

Law: Relax, I'm just making sure you don't have any serious issues. Like, you aren't harboring some sort of eldritch entity from beyond our reality for example, or have high blood pressure, stuff like that. Law reaches into his coat with one gloved hand and extracts a simple magnifying glass from inside. He begins casually inspecting Collin at random spots, much to Collin's embarrassment, and as he moves around more lenses and various accessories extend and retract from the magnifying glass at random, some of which have almost nothing to do with the situation at hand, like cork screws or letter openers.

Law: I see, I see... Now this is fascinating stuff. A Class VI Magical Conglomerate being accessed by a single human mind and body. Who would've thought that was even possible? Ha! It's like a smorgasbord of magical systems in there!

well, magical system I guess. unless the gods have some godception we don’t know about yet

alienrabitt: E...excuse me? Don't try to eat him... Law: Eh? Why would I do that? It's not like there's anything to gain from eating him aside from calories, a sense of guilt, and the ire of any nearby vegans. Collin: Hey, are you done yet? I'd like to be able to move on my own again, y'know.

Law: Slow your roll, kid. Something's bugging me here... He walks back in front of Collin and stares him in the eyes for several seconds, although Collin can't quite match his gaze due to the helmet. After another moment, Law makes a clicking sound and nods slowly. "Mm, yeah, that could be a problem. You haven't had this power for long, have you kid?"

Collin: Not... really? This was pretty recent, if that's what you mean.

Law: Yep, figures. And you've already lost control at least once already, by the looks of it. How many people did you hurt? Can you even remember?

alienrabitt: What the hell are you talking about? Collin hasn't hurt anyone that didn't already deserve it. Collin: I... I think I know what he's talking about though. It was when that kleivenn got into the IT and had taken over Firefly. Nydins was on the ground, and... I started to say something, but my memory gets hazy there until I woke up a few minutes later.

Law: Oh, so it happened here, huh?

He turns to face Tori. "And you're telling me there were no friendly casualties?"

alienrabitt: Collin wasn't the one who killed Nydins; that was the kleivenn's fault! Law: I see. Well, you might have some control now, but that probably won't last. I've seen things weaker than you level cities, kid. Unless you get a better handle on yourself, you're on a slippery slope that leads nowhere good. Collin: You think I'm not trying to keep this stuff in check? I'm not exactly used to trying to hold back so much power all the time.

Law: Yes, I can see that. What you need are some training wheels. You're trying to deadlift five hundred pounds when you've barely been lifting dumbbells until now.

Collin: And how exactly do I start small, then?

Law: Easy! Break things up into more managable loads!

He stows away his magnifying glass and then abruptly strikes Collin square in the chest with one palm. The sound of glass shattering echoes through the console room, and brilliant streaks of light varying in color shoot out from Collin's back and phase through the walls of the IT. A single light blue streak bounces off the ceiling and back to the floor, and a shining crystal of the same color appears where it strikes, roughly a foot in height and a couple of inches in diameter at the middle. Collin falls back to the floor stunned and out of breath, and a shining ring of symbols forms around his left elbow before fading to look almost like a tattoo. For a moment, Tori is so stunned they cannot respond properly. Their reflection, however, has a varied range of responses, and shifts several times before he manages to pull himself back to his personal senses. Just for a moment, he nearly attempts to summon a weapon, but disregards the consideration entirely and rushes to Collin's side.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

this gif sums up this log and it’s pretty clear who’s who

Law: What I just said! I broke up that Conglomerate into seperate parts, so now he can focus on handlin' his power gradually! Pretty simple solution, if I do say so myself. alienrabitt: YOU CAN'T JUST--!! UGH!!! WILL YOU LEAVE?! Law: But I haven't even explained the next steps! Do you just want him to have a fraction of his power forever? Visibly frustrated, Tori refuses a response, incapable of any reasonable discussion.

Law: Alright, I can see you're mad, so I'll make it quick. That band on his arm is a representation of his mana cap. What you're seeing there is how much mana his body can store on its own. That shard there is one of those gods he was linked to. Grab that, rejoin it, boom! On to the next! And don't worry, if you guys get really off track, I'll help nudge you in the right direction. Gotta make sure the guy actually learns somethin', after all!

Collin: You... son of a bitch...

Law: Hey, you'll thank me when you're not finding yourself standing in the ash that was once your friends and family. Anyway, Law out! He salutes and abruptly drops through the floor as if it weren't there, leaving the others alone in the console room. Collin puts one hand on his chest as he pushes himself up with the other. He groans slightly before speaking. "Ugh, God... That was..." He adjusts himself into a seated position on the floor not too far from the crystal, moving his hand from his chest to the side of his head. "... disorienting." Offering him help up, Tori adverts his gaze to his reflection in the floor. "...We can fix this. Are you alright?"

2ri this whole arc tbh

Collin takes his hand and pulls himself up, leaning against him slightly as he gets onto his feet. "Y-Yeah, I'm just... a little dizzy, I guess. God, it's so quiet now." alienrabitt: Been there. Don't know if I miss it or not... Collin: It's... weird. I mean it's how I used to be before but it feels so strange now. I certainly don't feel as strong now either, but I guess that's more expected, huh? alienrabitt: Yeah; I guess it would be weird, but they were only with us temporarily anyway? So even if it feels weird now, it's also 'normal.' Kinda funny how normal becomes weird after a while.

At last, the other members of the crew arrive in the console room; Rio practically sprinting back in.

XL: What the hell was all that shouting about?! --And what is that?! Collin: That's... uh... one of the gods. Firefly: What?! What happened?!

Rio: S-some weird guy showed up!! He just...broke in and did this!!

XL: That's absolutely absurd! We're still in transit!

Collin: Absurd or not, he dropped in here, split up the pantheon, and sent almost all of them to who knows where. Silky: So...what do we do? Can we even get them back? Collin: I think so. It sounded like that was the point of him doing it, at least. Something about me being a danger to everyone if I didn't get control over this. XL: ...Yeah, I'm not seeing it, but whatever. Well; you saw it all happen; what's next?

me rn

Collin: Well first, I need to figure out what to do with this crystal. Do I just hold it, or...?

He steps over to the crystal and leans down to the floor to pick it up. As soon as his hand touches the crystal, however, there is an enormous flash of light. As it fades, everyone in the console room suddenly finds themselves in the center of an enormous circular library. Bookshelves stretch out in all directions out to the walls, which are made of an intricately carved stone that shimmers with white light. Beside them is a large circular desk area made of dark oak, and its surface is covered in all sorts of study materials, maps, writing utensils, and other objects. XL: ...I...okay. Okay, sure. Collin: I'll be honest, I don't know what's happening either. I don't recognize this place at all.

Fawkes: Well, it appears to be some sort of library. I don't recognize anything about the place, however. alienrabitt: Guess we'd better try to find somebody... Right at that moment, a woman appears in one of the aisles. She is dressed in a white robe with gold trimming around the hem, hood, and ends of the sleeves, with gold lines tracing along the sides of the robe to connect the different parts. Her hood is down, allowing a long light blue ponytail to bounce behind her as she quickly strides toward the desk. In her arms is a large stack of differently sized books varying in age and condition, but she stares straight ahead at the others as she moves toward them. Nydins, who is staying at the back of the group, recognizes the woman, but says nothing, still scared of drawing attention to herself. The woman says nothing to the group as she continues to bear down on them. alienrabitt: ..Uh, excuse me.... In response, the woman walks right through Tori as if they were a ghost and moves over to a slightly more open section of the desk, dropping her books down with a loud thud. She begins moving the books around slightly as if organizing them. "Alright, maybe something here will have what we need to stop this madness." Firefly: Oh great, one of these. Don't suppose we can really interact with flashbacks like this? Collin: I'm... not sure?

The woman picks up one of the more worn looking books and flips it open, only to find the face of Sanglied staring at her from the pages, which quickly calls out to her. "Hey Ezzy!"

"Ezzy" screams and flings the book up into the air as she stumbles backward, barely catching herself on a chair nearby. The book bursts into a puff of smoke and Sanglied drops out of it, casually landing on the floor while trying poorly to suppress a devious grin. "I thought I'd find you in here. Still trying to find something in one of your old pop-up books?"

The woman puts a hand over her heart as she tries to catch her breath. "You... you jerk! I told you not to call me that! Is 'Ezorius' really that hard to say?"

Sanglied: I mean, kinda?

Ezorius: And what did you do with my copy of "Studies and Theories of the Void, Volume II"? These books are valuable, you know!

Sanglied: Oh relax, like I'd ever actually damage any of your books. They snap their fingers, and the book drops onto the desk from seemingly nowhere.

Ezorius: Th-thanks... Listen, did you need something? I'm trying to figure out how we can stop this madness, and-

Sanglied: I know, sweetie, I know. Look, I'm just worried about you is all. We haven't heard much from you in like a month. You're gonna go stir crazy sitting around with these books for so long.

Ezorius: I'll be fine. I just need to find a lead. I think I'm on to something, but I just need a little more time so I- 

Sanglied cuts them off by approaching the desk and placing their hands on either side of the book stack, leaning toward Ezorius.

Sanglied: Ezorius. I know you're worried about this war, but you don't have to do this alone. We're all on the same side, remember? You don't need to go hiding away in some dusty old corner with a mountain of paper and leather. Let me help you. Maybe you can find a solution faster if I help you. What do you say, Ezzy?

She smiles gently at her, which causes Ezorius to blush slightly.

Ezorius: I-I told you not to call me that!

Instead of a response, Sanglied leans further in and places a quick kiss on Ezorius' cheek.

Sanglied: I think that's a "yes"?

The room seems to fill with a white fog as the memory fades out, leaving the group in a cloudy void. XL: I really hope we don't have to sit through 30 more of these...

Firefly: I don't know, I think it's pretty interesting. Besides, what's the hurry?

XL: How is this supposed to help anything?! Just knowing who they are isn't going to help Collin with whatever powers they have! Especially when the flashbacks are just this...superfluous fluff!

I definitely needed to look up how to spell that word

luv them god lesbians

Silky: I think you could learn something from this.

XL: Wh--!! R-regardless...!! While the group continues discussing what they just saw, the void around them gradually grows darker and the fog begins to look more like stormclouds. Lightning crackles around them as thunder booms through the air, reverberating through the groups' bodies. A gust of wind blasts the clouds away, and the group is left standing in front of a circle of gods, many of whom they recognize but several that they do not. In the center of the circle is an enormous oval frame constructed of obsidian, covered in layer after layer of intricate runes and symbols. Precantaro seems to be leading the group in an incantation as sigils and glyphs seem to flash through the air. A bloodcurdling scream cries out behind the group, and they turn to see a humanoid figure dressed in a faded black suit. Its skin is sickly pale, like that of a corpse, and its eyes are black voids with only tiny red dots in the center that glow like burning coals. Its mouth hangs open, toothless and triangularly shaped, and its posture is awkwardly positioned, like that of an animal standing on its hind legs.

Tellus cries out as the figure screams again. ”No! He's already tracked down our ritual!"

Precantaro: Focus! We're almost done! If we drop the ritual now, it's over!

Ezorius looks over at the monster and then at the others for a moment, and then a steeled look of determination washes over her face. She backs out of her place in the ritual and strides toward the thing. "Don't stop, you can sustain it without me! I'll buy some time!"

Sanglied: Ezzy, don't! Israphel's a monster now, you can't-!

Precantaro: I said focus, dammit! Don't let her distraction go to waste! As the other gods redouble their efforts on the ritual, Ezorius squares off with Israphel. There's a moment of complete stillness between them as they stare each other down. Israphel abruptly breaks the tension by lurching forward and sprinting toward her, lashing out at her with clawed hands that seem to stretch out like aged rubber, groaning and creaking as they move. Ezorius kicks up into the air with a gust of wind and sails over his head. As she reaches the highest point of the jump, she conjures up two enormous balls of flames in each hand and hurls them one after the other. Israphel leaps to the side and dodges one, but barely manages to avoid the other as it chars the skin on its left arm.

Israphel howls in pain before spinning around and making a mad rush for the ritual. Ezorius lands and reaches out toward him and then yanking it back, which causes Israphel to snap back towards her, grabbing at his throat as if being strangled by a rope. As he slides toward her, he lashes out with one arm and swipes Ezorius off of her feet, causing her to crash to the ground. Free from her grip, he leaps toward her like a wolf as his claws glow red. Ezorius slams her feet down on the ground, causing a massive wall of ice to shoot up from the ground and smash into Israphel's chin, driving him back from her.

Barely dazed by the impact, Israphel spins around and smashes through the wall of ice, only to find Ezorius has already gotten back on her feet, a large glowing spell circle hovering in the air behind her. He is met by hundreds upon hundreds of tiny blasts of magic that flood out from the circle behind her, ripping through him like a hail of gunfire. Israphel lets out a primal scream as the flurry drives him back step by step, unknowingly backing toward another circle that has formed on the ground behind him. As soon as both feet are inside it, glowing chains shoot up and wrap around Israphel's body, constricting him within the circle.

Ezorius: There, I've got him trapped! Finish the ritual, I'll hold him he-    

Israphel's body suddenly begins to expand and warp in definitively inhuman ways, forming additional limbs, rearranging the joints of others, and growing to three times his size. Within seconds, the magical chains snap apart and whip in all directions. One length slams Ezorius in the side and sends her sprawling to the ground. Israphel pounces on top of her, claws flailing madly as he lets out another bone-shaking roar. Before Israphel's assault can continue any longer, the obsidian frame inside the ritual suddenly bursts to life, an inky black void contained inside it. Lances of purple energy shoot out and sink into his back like harpoons and begin dragging him toward it. Israphel digs into the ground madly and tries to resist the pull, his body further growing and contorting as he fights. However, his struggle is in vain, and eventually the monster is pulled entirely through the frame and vanishes into the darkness shortly before the portal explodes into hundreds of pieces.

Sanglied sprints through the hail of rocks as they fall from the sky, and as the clouds begin to form back around the group they can hear her cry out. "EZORIUS!"

The fog soon returns to its normal white color, and the group find themselves once again in the cloudy void. At this point Nydins is desperately trying to keep her distance from everybody else, but is still staying quiet.

Silky: This is so sad...and that thing was so...nasty...

Firefly: That's magic for ya. Can't imagine anything else about this will be particularly happy.

Silky: I know, I just...can't help but wish things had ended differently for them, y'know? People just don't deserve stuff like that...

XL: Yeah, well, not everybody gets what they deserve...

Ezorius' voice suddenly rings out from the fog. "I suppose that is sometimes true. Even so, my life after that hasn't been so bad, all things considered." Demo: Yeah, there's tons of great things about being a ghost! You get to...uh...not have bodily functions; follow people around without them noticing; or maybe obsessively cling to them and ruin their lives! Oh, the possibilities. Ezorius steps out from the fog to stand along with the rest of the group. Though her hood is up, her gaze is clearly directed at Demo. "I suppose you're not wrong, but I have to question your... priorities for the situation." Demo: Well, it depends on the person and the situation, honestly. Ezorius: I... suppose so? At any rate, I can probably guess what you all just witnessed. It's not exactly my proudest moment, is it? Demo: Didn't look too fun, I'd have to agree. Ezorius: Well, I think I've stabilized enough from... whatever it was that happened to us. I think I can return you all back to the real world now. Is there anything you'd like to ask of me before I send you back? Rio: What about you? Are you just...stuck here now? Ezorius: I'm... not sure what will happen to me. I might rejoin with Collin, or maybe I'll communicate through the crystal now? R-Regardless, don't worry about me, little one. I'll find a way. Rio: B-but that's not fair!! You've already lost so much...

Rio’s just so kind and caring to everybody. it’s kinda weird writing like, purely pacifist characters, but I really do like her as a whole

also I guess I’m midkey salty one of my favorite gods wound up getting shafted this hard but I mean; if Demo’s any proof, can’t get worse than death; sooo...!!

Ezorius: I trust that you will not allow me to stay trapped inside a crystal, if it does come to that.

Firefly: Surely we can find out how to fix this! Somehow... Ezorius: I doubt you will be able to do much good inside here regardless, child. Is there anything else? XL: I think we're good. Ezorius: Then we shall speak again soon. Until then...

She holds her hands out to her sides and the group feels a strange tingling sensation for a moment before suddenly finding themselves right back where they were in the IT's console room. Demo: Boy, that sure did do nothin'. Well, where's the rest of your rainbow? Collin: I'm not sure, I-

The crystal in Collin's hand begins to glow again. As it does so, the ring around Collin's left arm slides up to the center of his bicep before stopping once more. The light soon engulfs the crystal and expands outward, causing it to drop out of Collin's hand. The light soon takes the form of a cloaked person before fading away, leaving Ezorius lying on her side in the floor. "... Uhh?" XL: Oh good, more magic shenanigans! Boy do I love this.

She tilts her head disapprovingly towards Silky, who is ignoring her. Ezorius groans quietly before sitting up, her hood almost sliding back but quickly caught by one hand that goes to the side of her head. She shakes her head and takes in her surroundings for a moment before speaking. ".... Wait, am I...?"

Demo: Looks like you're not in the rock anymore. Ezorius: This is... truly unexpected!

She hurriedly gets up onto her feet. "This raises so many questions and opens so many possibilities! Does this mean-"

As she starts to ramble, Collin puts his hands over his ears.

Collin: Ow ow ow, Ezorius! You're thinking everything you're saying and it's giving me some horrible feedback. Can you maybe stop using telepathy or whatever?

Ezorius: Oh, sorry! I suppose our telepathic link is still intact despite not occupying the same body. This- ... Wait. I.... I feel something. Demo: Emotional? Gassy? The Force? Ezorius: The wh- No, nevermind! I feel them... I can feel the others calling out to me! It's like a bunch of strings tied to my soul pulling in different directions!

Demo: Awesome, we have a magical GPS ghost! Ghost Phantom...Searcher... Ezorius: Please don't call me that. Demo: Right, well, you can find your friends either way, so this is like, the best possible lead we could have! Ezorius: Indeed! Now we just need to get to them all.

She steps over to the controls and begins hesitantly scanning over the different buttons, switches, and levers. "So, um... first we need to raise the anchor, right?" Rio: M-maybe I should do that part!

She heads over to the console.

honestly this arc isn’t bad, it’s just that it’s

A Lot

with 2ri tbh. the best way for me to describe it is like...being in a foggy beehive, and occasionally I can make the bees quiet down, but not really?

it’s a bad time tbh but literally only when Law’s around

I guess this is the problem with creating more characters to expand your cast but physically binding them to the only person with “consequences?” but at least once this is over with that won’t be a problem so I’m Sucking It Up

anyway! god scavenger hunt, woo