wordsofthespirits

[wordsofthespirits]

>[For June.]

"On my gods, are you a goddess? Because you're waaayyy more beautiful than Aphrodite!"

>[The bow bows at June. Appreciating her beauty.]

> @deltablythe

🍸 ❝  Careful there, darling... I heard if you say that, you're damning them to Aphrodite's wrath... You don't want that for me, do you?  ❞

[wordsofthespirits]

Hi miss!

🍸 ❝  Hello, darling!  ❞

[wordsofthespirits]

꒰🍷꒱ ── ⌞ 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⌝

❌ [[ tape unlocked! ]]

🍸 ❝  Hm...  ❞

The soft clatter of dishes fills the empty air, tiny echoes curling around her like the quiet whispers of an invisible audience. Far from the sea. Far from her world. Far from everything that matters. She folds herself into the silence, lets it settle over her shoulders like a shawl, delicate and fragile as lace.

June perches on the edge of the stage, letting her sparkly dress fan out, shimmering under the dim light like a thousand stars caught in a net. Her legs dangle, toes just brushing the floor, the dress twirling in soft ripples around her small, round frame.

🍸❝Hello, Rody...❞ she sings, her voice like bells chiming in the dark, a sound that wraps around you and doesn’t let go.

Rody shuffles, his smile crooked as he scratches the back of his neck, a light flush painting his cheeks.

🍷 ❝Eheh, am I really your favorite, June?❞ His foot taps out a rhythm only he can hear.

🍸❝Of course~❞ Her smile blooms, wide and warm, a secret tucked just behind her eyes. She shifts, smoothing out her dress, fingers gentle as petals against the fabric. ❝You’re my trusted bodyguard. I put all my faith in you.❞

He laughs, a soft, shy sound, his cheeks even redder. ❝Well… guests might be coming in soon. Do I have permission to open Voix Forte now?❞

June’s smile glows, soft and sweet, spilling like honey, dripping down into the empty spaces.

🍸❝Oh, guests~! I’d be delighted to host them~!❞

[[ June is now open for questions and interactions! ]]

[wordsofthespirits]

꒰🍷꒱ ── ⌞ 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⌝

❌ [[ tape unlocked! ]]

🍸 ❝  Hm...  ❞

The soft clatter of dishes fills the empty air, tiny echoes curling around her like the quiet whispers of an invisible audience. Far from the sea. Far from her world. Far from everything that matters. She folds herself into the silence, lets it settle over her shoulders like a shawl, delicate and fragile as lace.

June perches on the edge of the stage, letting her sparkly dress fan out, shimmering under the dim light like a thousand stars caught in a net. Her legs dangle, toes just brushing the floor, the dress twirling in soft ripples around her small, round frame.

🍸❝Hello, Rody...❞ she sings, her voice like bells chiming in the dark, a sound that wraps around you and doesn’t let go.

Rody shuffles, his smile crooked as he scratches the back of his neck, a light flush painting his cheeks.

🍷 ❝Eheh, am I really your favorite, June?❞ His foot taps out a rhythm only he can hear.

🍸❝Of course~❞ Her smile blooms, wide and warm, a secret tucked just behind her eyes. She shifts, smoothing out her dress, fingers gentle as petals against the fabric. ❝You’re my trusted bodyguard. I put all my faith in you.❞

He laughs, a soft, shy sound, his cheeks even redder. ❝Well… guests might be coming in soon. Do I have permission to open Voix Forte now?❞

June’s smile glows, soft and sweet, spilling like honey, dripping down into the empty spaces.

🍸❝Oh, guests~! I’d be delighted to host them~!❞

[[ June is now open for questions and interactions! ]]

[wordsofthespirits]

✧ for rexer >:3 (since robin isn't here, why not rody answering this?)

🍷 Rody to Rexer

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. (or at least try to) ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[wordsofthespirits]

✧ Robin to Bartholomew?

🎵 Robin to Bartholomew

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

(who would pick any of the others...?)

[wordsofthespirits]

Robin, what are your thoughts on Bart and Rexer?

🎵 ❝ ...I dont think I can answer that. All I can say is that I need to play nice for a while or I might get into unneeded trouble. ❞

[wordsofthespirits]

>How you feeling, protagonist?

>What's it like without a tongue?

>Oh wait, that's right.

>[The odd purple entity standing before you chuckles. It appears to be made out of some kind of... Smoke? Mist? You can't tell.]

>You can't talk without one.

>And right when you we're finally beginning to seem interesting.

>Ỵ̛̖͋͢o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇'r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ bư̡͕̭̇t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘ ư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅs̠҉͍͊ͅ l̙͖̑̾ͣỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑t̲̂̓ͩ̑l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕ f̵͖̜̉ͅo̯̱̊͊͢o̯̱̊͊͢l̙͖͖̑̾ͣͣ

>[The being's voice suddenly became... Distorted. It sounded like something straight out of a nightmare.]

>[Despite this, the being remains still, not making any moves to attack or anything else of the sort.]

>D̶͔̭̪̻o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ĝ̽̓̀͑ẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ḿ̬̏ͤͅẹ̿͋̒̕ w̦̺̐̐͟r̴̨̦͕̝o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑.

>y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕ ḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘ḑ̴̞͛̒ p̞̈͑̚͞l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕ṇ̤͛̒̍t̲̂̓ͩ̑y҉̃̀̋̑ o̯̱̊͊͢f̵͖̜̉ͅ p̞̈͑̚͞o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕ṇ̤͛̒̍t̲̂̓ͩ̑ỉ͔͖̜͌ā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣ

>B̩͎͍̾ͅư̡͕̭̇t̲̂̓ͩ̑ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ l̙͖̑̾ͣā̤̓̍͘c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḳ̯͍̑ͦ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ c͕͗ͤ̕̕o̯̱̊͊͢ḿ̬̏ͤͅḿ̬̏ͤͅo̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍ s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ṇ̤͛̒̍s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ p̞̈͑̚͞r̴̨̦͕̝o̯̱̊͊͢p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝l̙͖̑̾ͣy҉̃̀̋̑ p̞̈͑̚͞ư̡͕̭̇t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ ư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕.

>T̨͈͗̌ͥḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕y҉̃̀̋̑ w̦̺̐̐͟o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇l̙͖̑̾ͣḑ̴̞͛̒ bẹ̿͋̒̕ s̠҉͍͊ͅo̯̱̊͊͢ ḑ̴̞͛̒ỉ͔͖̜͌s̠҉͍͊ͅā̤̓̍͘p̞̈͑̚͞p̞̈͑̚͞o̯̱̊͊͢ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒ ỉ͔͖̜͌f̵͖̜̉ͅ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕y҉̃̀̋̑ s̠҉͍͊ͅā̤̓̍͘w̦̺̐̐͟ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢w̦̺̐̐͟

>T̨͈͗̌ͥḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕y҉̃̀̋̑ w̦̺̐̐͟ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ r̴̨̦͕̝ỉ͔͖̜͌ĝ̽̓̀͑ḣ̖̻͛̓t̲̂̓ͩ̑.

>Ỵ̛̖͋͢o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ w̦̺̐̐͟ỉ͔͖̜͌l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ ā̤̓̍͘ḿ̬̏ͤͅo̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ṇ̤͛̒̍t̲̂̓ͩ̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍y҉̃̀̋̑t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑̓̀͑

(Ooc: Got bored and saw the rp with rexer and Bart and uh blame my sanity (or total lack thereof) it got lost in my story drafts from 2015 and I may have found like 3/100 pieces. Sorry if the font is hard to read)

-💜

[[ June replied: ]]

" sorry hun, I don't think anyone's available to respond...! Maybe try when he's back on signal...? "

[wordsofthespirits]

[[ i dare you all >:) ]]

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[wordsofthespirits]

He blinks awake. His tongue is there, heavy in his mouth, but numb. Like it doesn’t belong to him anymore. Like something foreign stitched in, hollow, an intruder. The taste of metal lingers, sharp and unmistakable, spreading through his senses like a slow, creeping poison. A reminder. He knows what happened. He knows it was real. Robin’s gaze drifts, lands on the one responsible—the timekeeper, his hands stained with the evidence of what he’s done, of the places he’s reached into, the parts of Robin he’s pulled apart and pieced back like he’s some machine, some plaything to dissect.

🎵 ❝...❞ He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t bother wasting breath on someone who’s already stolen too much from him.

"Rexerrr?~ I got you a present, my lord~"

>[Bartholomew has returned, currently wearing a disguise. Having taken the form of the very same man laying on the floor, having dropped out of the portal above. @wordsofthespirits ]

>[Of course, per usual, his face looks different, the inhumanly wide smile, the many eyes, that off behavior of his.]

>[ @deadworld-fakeprotagonist]

[Not counted as an event ask bc this is going to be a loooong ass thread between 3 folks (maybe). It was sent before yall did Rexer/Robin dirty. Sorry boys ; ×; ]

Rexer's head practically snapped to look over at the voice. Seeing such a familiar face, it alarmed the time keeper at first, but seeing the second body upon the floor, the [-PROTAGONIST-] was quick to clear up the assumption he made mentally.

> "If you call me that again, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do not call me that."

Seems like someone is still touchy about the name, but he can't stop anyone from. Calling him such things, he sadly does not have that power as much as he wished he could.

Looking at the man on the floor, Rexer narrowed his eyes. When he asked for information, he didn't mean bringing it physically here to his abode. That was going to be a problem if they noticed each other.

> "He can't stay here. We already have a guest here."

He makes the notion to Robin, who still lays unconscious from his prior experiences. It looks like he was in the middle of preparing what to do with the other until Bartholomew dropped in.

He didn't even thank or praise Bartholomew for his generous gift.

[wordsofthespirits]

❝Who’s this moron?❞ Robin’s voice cuts through the air, sharp enough to leave marks.

He sneers, sizing up Warren like he’s a puzzle he wants to smash apart and piece back together again. There’s something interesting here, something almost too clean, too precise about the way Warren moves.

He’s efficient, professional, not a thing like Chase—Chase, who’s messy and full of reckless dedication, who lives for the thrill. But Warren? Warren’s the kind of contrast that snags at Robin's mind, all bitter edges wrapped in something disturbingly sweet. It’s almost funny, the way this guy assumes Robin's the problem. Like he’s just another loose end to be tied up. Don’t correct him. Play dumb. See where this goes.

❝Wow, Rexer.❞ Robin says, the name falling from his lips like a challenge, a twist. He never calls him by name, never gives Rexer the satisfaction. But this is different. ❝What’s this? Your little... plaything?❞

A weird hole semmed to appear on the wall, small enough to take a peek at first, then big enough for a whole person to easily walk through. Weirdly enough, a person did walk through this hole! A familiar broken face and smug smile and egocentrical attitude.

>"Hey Angel! How is work goin--"

The smile seemed to drop from his face and look at the extra person with disgust. He took a glance at the cuffs uniting them before snapping his fingers a small black hole quickly appeared between the cuffs, breaking them and setting them free. with a sigh, he called back the small dot of void.

>"There better be a good explanation on what just happened here."

The illusionist of nothing didn't seem very pleased to have someone else so... close to Rexer. Almost like he was jealous of it. He snapped his fingers again to get rid of the dot. to then gently grab Rexer by the wrist and pulled him away

>"Are you alright? He didn't do anything did he? Want me to send him to the void? the entrance is still open.

He said while looking at Robin with anger, then looking back at the other shorter man and cupping his face with a tint of worry.

//WarrenMod here, HII I DONT HATE ROBIN I THINK HE'S SILLY AND I LOVE HIM SM <3 (warren is just mean)

Looking over the cuffs, Rexer had grown tired. He wished he could just snap his fingers and make them disappear, but alas, he cannot. He looks at Robin, a bit annoyed at the situation.

> "This is all your fault. Do you realize that?"

It certainly wasn't Rexer's. That's for damn sure. There is no way the man would think to do this in a million years. It's bad enough that he has to deal with Bartholomew breathing down his neck.

He would have continued, but the sudden wide opening from nowhere was familiar. Then followed by the tone of voice. Rexer practically cringed at the pet name the other gave him, finding it all too embarrassing.

> "Just help me out already, you half-wit."

Finally, the linked chains between the two were swiftly broken, thanks to Warren's aid. Rexer immediately snaps off the cuff locked around his wrist. The time keeper doesn't even realize the menacing glare coming from his partner. However, being pulled away, Rexer grew confused.

> "No? Do you expect someone like him to do anything at all to me? You..."

Of course, words fell from his lips as his cheeks were held, the sudden warmth from his partner's hands. The look of concern sprawled over his face, for a moment, Rexer was stunned I to silence...

...And then he promptly punched the other in the gut, watching him recoil.

> "That's for making me cover your shifts, you ass hat!!"

> [5/5]

@wordsofthespirits

[wordsofthespirits]

[[ C.W: graphic description of blood and gore, derealization ]]

His tongue— he can’t feel it anymore. Just strange, foreign noises slipping out, noises he can’t recognize, noises that can’t possibly be his. His body is numb, cold, his fingers sticky and wet where he touches his mouth, blood seeping out, and he doesn’t understand. Doesn’t understand— There’s a crack, a shatter, a something he feels crawling along the edges of his mind, a split down his chest, a fissure through his thoughts like glass breaking apart. He feels it; he hears it in the quiet recesses of himself, a scream echoing through the fragments of what he once was, and he wonders if he’s made of glass. If he’s all edges and pieces and shards falling down, slipping through his own hands. No no no, he presses the parts back, clutching the fragments to his chest, begging them to hold, to stay together just long enough, just— His hands shake, his fingers reach, and it’s as if he’s trying to pick up what’s left of himself off the ground. Trying to snap himself back whole, just for a moment, just to keep his edges from crumbling completely. But he can feel it slipping. And there’s nothing left to hold onto.

Robin slumps, his body folding into itself, crumpling like paper, fragile like -porcelain shattering- a stray, abandoned dog. He's -fine- unconscious. There’s no more light, no more panic, no color. Just the slow, steady drain of blood, pulling him deeper, dragging him down, down, down into the cold. His hands are still twisted into claws, -useless claws- darkened and frozen in the shape of his last desperate attempt at control, at something, at anything. Now he’s -helpless- vulnerable, quiet, left like a doll with broken strings, for Rexer to pick up, to toy with. A thing to be rearranged, reshaped, like it doesn’t matter that this is him, that this is everything he is - or was.

"Rexerrr?~ I got you a present, my lord~"

>[Bartholomew has returned, currently wearing a disguise. Having taken the form of the very same man laying on the floor, having dropped out of the portal above. @wordsofthespirits ]

>[Of course, per usual, his face looks different, the inhumanly wide smile, the many eyes, that off behavior of his.]

>[ @deadworld-fakeprotagonist]

[Not counted as an event ask bc this is going to be a loooong ass thread between 3 folks (maybe). It was sent before yall did Rexer/Robin dirty. Sorry boys ; ×; ]

Rexer's head practically snapped to look over at the voice. Seeing such a familiar face, it alarmed the time keeper at first, but seeing the second body upon the floor, the [-PROTAGONIST-] was quick to clear up the assumption he made mentally.

> "If you call me that again, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do not call me that."

Seems like someone is still touchy about the name, but he can't stop anyone from. Calling him such things, he sadly does not have that power as much as he wished he could.

Looking at the man on the floor, Rexer narrowed his eyes. When he asked for information, he didn't mean bringing it physically here to his abode. That was going to be a problem if they noticed each other.

> "He can't stay here. We already have a guest here."

He makes the notion to Robin, who still lays unconscious from his prior experiences. It looks like he was in the middle of preparing what to do with the other until Bartholomew dropped in.

He didn't even thank or praise Bartholomew for his generous gift.

[wordsofthespirits]

Rexer, Robin, do you like each other?

What a stupid, stupid fucking question. Him and Rexer? Get along?

❝ I’d rather be torn apart— ❞ his voice drops low, sharp, bitter like acid—

❝ atom by atom, cell by cell— ❞ he spits out the words, each one laced with venom—

❝ than to get along with that idiot who thinks he can boss others around, who thinks he knows what’s right. ❞

[wordsofthespirits]

[[ @protagonists-catastrophe @deadworld-fakeprotagonist (since I can't tag both during reblogs grr) ]]

❝ What... the hell... did you do to him?! ❞ Robin’s voice is barely a breath, barely a thread holding together. The tips of his hair glow with that strange, furious purple, like it’s alive— like his rage is dripping off him in waves, like it’s ripping out of him. But somewhere in all that fire, there's something else. Something almost curious, like he’s— intrigued. Does he even care? Does he even care about Chase, or what’s going to happen to him?

And yet, there's this sick fascination... Waiting in anguish for the answers of what might happen to his partner. His hair was pulled, and he's forced to look at the timekeeper, forced to stare at that multi-eyed thing beside him, at the way it grins, giggles at his reaction like it’s some kind of show. Like he’s entertainment. Like he's cattle. If it’s information they want—if this is about the program, then they’re going to get it. But not the easy way.

❝ You want to know more about the program? ❞ He leans forward, voice low, taunting. He keeps his eyes fixed on Rexer, ignoring the purple clone. Just that icy glare and a smirk that drips venom as he whispers,

❝ Or... maybe I’ll just bite my tongue. ❞ And he grins like he means it, like he’s one word away from tearing himself apart just to defy them.

"Rexerrr?~ I got you a present, my lord~"

>[Bartholomew has returned, currently wearing a disguise. Having taken the form of the very same man laying on the floor, having dropped out of the portal above. @wordsofthespirits ]

>[Of course, per usual, his face looks different, the inhumanly wide smile, the many eyes, that off behavior of his.]

>[ @deadworld-fakeprotagonist]

[Not counted as an event ask bc this is going to be a loooong ass thread between 3 folks (maybe). It was sent before yall did Rexer/Robin dirty. Sorry boys ; ×; ]

Rexer's head practically snapped to look over at the voice. Seeing such a familiar face, it alarmed the time keeper at first, but seeing the second body upon the floor, the [-PROTAGONIST-] was quick to clear up the assumption he made mentally.

> "If you call me that again, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do not call me that."

Seems like someone is still touchy about the name, but he can't stop anyone from. Calling him such things, he sadly does not have that power as much as he wished he could.

Looking at the man on the floor, Rexer narrowed his eyes. When he asked for information, he didn't mean bringing it physically here to his abode. That was going to be a problem if they noticed each other.

> "He can't stay here. We already have a guest here."

He makes the notion to Robin, who still lays unconscious from his prior experiences. It looks like he was in the middle of preparing what to do with the other until Bartholomew dropped in.

He didn't even thank or praise Bartholomew for his generous gift.

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The snake coils around his hand, curling up his arm like it belongs there, like he’s part of its world.

It hisses, soft and curious, and Robin hums back, voice low. ❝ Hi there, Bacon. ❞ He smiles, gentle, like he almost forgot what gentleness is supposed to feel like. He strokes the snake’s smooth scales, his fingers light, careful. ❝ Sorry about that. ❞ He murmurs, like the words might dissolve in the air. ❝ I don’t usually venture out of my... bubble. ❞

He glances up, eyes flickering with something close to regret. ❝ I should go. I think—I think coming here might’ve been a mistake. ❞

If Chase was made for wandering, then Robin only wandered with a purpose, a plan, a reason buried somewhere beneath the surface. And right now, that reason stands in front of him—a small figure, familiar yet not, and he smiles wide, a grin that’s as much surprise as it is delight. 🎵 “Ohhh~!” His voice lilts, almost sings, as he reaches out to cup the boy’s face, studying him like he’s some younger reflection, some sweet, softer version of himself. “Aren’t you a little cutie~?” Maybe, just maybe, a break from all that—time-tampering, world-unraveling, universe-bending work—is exactly the remedy for his boredom.

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Robin shakes his head, sharp and quick like he’s shaking something loose, some weight clinging to his bones. No. No, this isn’t his fault. Not his to carry. Vincent got away—escaped the haunting fate, the blood-soaked ghosts of two kills hanging over his head.

🎵 ❝ No. It's not me... or Chase this time. No matter what you think.... Stop blaming us for every anomaly just because I like playing with my powers you screw up. ❞ Robin tells himself it’s fine, that it’s all fine, but his mind is -racing- spiraling, twisting in on itself like a knife digging in deep.

I have come across an interesting discovery. It appears in one universe, Vincent Charbonneau escapes the fire alive.

(🥀anon)

> "Charbonneau... Ah, that's right, the little chef with no taste... Interesting... But escaping the fires is not the fate he was supposed to meet. Isn't that right, my little song bird?"

He is making unnerving eye contact with Robin. Mainly because he knows the other's mistakes. After all, he was messing with the lives of everyone to better themselves, to have an undeserving "do-over".

He isn't going to let it down, he will fix the other's mistakes, and have everything go back to the way it was meant to be. There was no second chances for him or Warren, so why does anyone else deserve such a feat? Rexer's ideals were like a double-edged blade.

> "What did Chase ever do to that man from Lamoree's time, hm? Did he kill him? Make him pick up your slack?"

> [4/5]

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Robin groaned when he heard what the anon said. Nothing else needed to be said other than the silent "What the hell are these people trying to say?".

Wow, look at you two cuffed together. 😒, what if both your co-workers saw you two like this?

> "Whatever it is, you are insinuating. Keep such delusions to yourself! There is absolutely no reason to think we would ever....!! Blegh!!"

He looked a bit annoyed at such a bold assumption. Then again, they never said it directly, but the look he gave was evident enough as to what he thought of the matter.

> "Coworkers? Oh, please. One of them can't even see properly, and the other barely shows up when he wants to. I doubt we'll be expecting visits from them soon."

He says this, but he knows very well Warren would do anything to keep him safe. The man was broken down to do nothing more than his bidding. Rexer isn't an idiot. He knows the two would try to kill each other before getting to them.

> "Such moronic fantasies, keep it to yourself."

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