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Who: Taako
Broadcast: None
Action: First Breath, Planetside
When: 9/28

First Breath

1. Kitchen
[The Marsiva had become boring after the first day of having absolutely nothing to do. He'd spent the time trying to understand what was going on, and then decided napping was probably the best thing since he was stuck anyway. Which is why he was in the middle of a trance-like nap when the Atroma jingle went off and he exploded onto the First Breath's kitchen with confetti and questionable looking chocolate pudding cups.

Taako blinked, then dusted the confetti off his clothes and wizard's hat. The first thing he saw was the sad state of this kitchen, and Taako put his hands on his hips with a sigh.]

Is this seriously what they want me to work with?

2. Cargo: Salvage
[After settling into the crew, Taako immediately went out salvaging. Something about that seemed to be the right thing to do, so he is dragging bits of metal sheeting, wires, robot parts, and sacks full of gears and pieces into the cargo hold. The planet is basically made for looting, so he's doing his level best to loot the shit out of it. He also has a Mage Hand - an invisible force - carrying several lush looking throw pillows trimmed in various colored fringe and blankets.

When he comes onto the ship, when he sees someone in here, he immediately motions to them.]

You, person whose name I totally remember, go grab the rest of this, hm? I'm not exactly the brawn type.

Planetside

1. Shopping
[You cannot expect Taako to go to a world of literal shopping and not come back with all the craziest shit. But sadly, he does not have a lot of money since he is recently arrived and was not part of this cargo haul that apparently got some people money and others not so much. Which means Taako has to do what Taako does best and improvise.

And he's doing a goddamn God Tier job at it. He's getting new outfits pieced together from clothing crates lost to the dumps, he's getting new throw pillows, blankets, random knick-knacks, and he's trying to find some goddamn weapons just because how bitchin' would it be to roll around the galaxy with a pair of machine guns strapped to his back? Totally, that's how much.

But he still has no money, so he'll slide over to the closest person in the same store as him and smile.]

Hey there, thug, you wanna help me with something?

2. Arena - Locked to Lup
[He could fight here, but why go through the effort? It's so much easier to wait until he sees a good bet and then toss as much of the Charmed credit he's earned so far straight into it. If he loses? Oh well. If he wins? Hell yeah.

So the second he sees Lup enter the arena, he knows exactly what to do. He bets every single credit he's earned so far on her winning. He highly doubts anyone here could conquer her level of spellcasting and the utter destruction he has a feeling she's capable of doing. Most people here relied on melee combat and, well, wizards are made for smashing from afar. This is also a good way to check what she's capable of and she did not disappoint.

Once the battle is over, he waits down by the fighters' exit, leaning up against the wall with a pocket full of credits.]

Nice job, Destructo.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Maybe the demo had been a bad idea; maybe coupling that with the umbrella disaster had been worse. She had tried to get him to go, yeah, but ultimately it'd been her call.

Can't do much about it now. She'd still needed that, so it's not as if she regrets it, exactly. Some level of destruction had been absolutely necessary.]

Nooooot my problem. I didn't sign a waiver for that shit.

[He snorts and shrugs.]

Their fault for underestimating a wizard.

[And a Red Robe at that.]

I'd try my hand at it, buuuuut soft squishy mage doesn't have a fighter to take his damage for him anymore. I'd rather not take the chance I up and die here of all places.

They've got partner sign-ups, too. I-

[She says it without thinking, and immediately clamps her mouth shut afterwards. Didn't they just talk about his paranoia? There's no way in hell he's getting into an arena with her.

She huffs through her nose and tries again.]

And monster battles. I might try that next, sounds like it could be fun.

[...Wow. She sure as hell is trusting of someone who has serious trust issues. If things got tough, Taako would likely just peace out and leave her. It's not like...

...

Actually, he isn't sure if he could do that, and it concerns him. He has a feeling that if something bad were to happen to her, he'd lose his shit and he doesn't know why. That unknown gnaws at him, and he goes silent again, staring out the windshield as they get closer to the First Breath.]

Fun until they bite your head off. Although there's a lot less guilt when you banish them to another plane at least.

[His silence is telling; she's glad, now, that she hadn't actually suggested it. The fact that he's bothered by the very idea of it means they're miles away from being ready for something like that.

She gets it, but still... stings. They're a hell of a team.]

Sure, but that's not my style. I prefer a nice clean roasting spell, in case it wasn't already obvious. I'll leave the flashy stuff to you.

[Thank gods, they're almost at the ship. A distraction in the way of swag feels very much in order.]

Gotta have some fun with it. The looks on people's faces as they get sucked into another plane? Priceless.

[He shrugs and sits up, disengaging autopilot as they get closer to the ship. This is a lot more complex than the Bureau's canon pods, but overall it's rather intuitive. Their main problem with the pods was just...not paying attention.

He isn't about to risk crashing into the ship and losing their cargo, so he concentrates, docking the shuttle with a few bumps onto the First Breath. Taako lets out a quiet sigh of relief that he didn't just kill them both and then swings an arm over the back of the chair.]

So! You ready to fight over who gets what?

[His parking the shuttle gives her time to relax, so by the time he speaks up again, her shoulders are lifted, and it's easier to smile back at him.]

You wanna do it right here and now, in this dinky shuttle? Oh, honey. Your back's gonna hate you, having to cart all this junk back to your room.

[She brandishes the tiny chest from her pocket, setting it down on the shuttle floor behind the seats, and gives it a tap. At once the enormous chest materializes from nothing, dragged out of the ethereal plane, and when she kicks it open with one of her stolen boots a cascade of clothes, accessories, and jewelry bounces up as if on springs, absolutely stuffed to the gills.]

[As soon as he sees the chest, he knows exactly what has happened and why that jerk yowled like a cat with its tail in the door. He bursts out laughing, doubling over in his seat at the sight of the overflowing chest of goods and puts a hand on Lup's shoulder.]

I don't even care if you're a Red Robe anymore. You are officially my favorite person on this Fleet.

[Lup is grinning wildly, feeling ridiculously pleased with herself; it's not just a celebration of the success of the mission, but getting Taako to laugh, to relax enough to lose himself so openly. He laughs at the expense of others plenty, but a reaction like this is more rare. Feels pretty good.

She stretches her feet out and kicks off the boots she'd stolen, setting them off to the side; they're kind of mediocre fashion-wise but they're better than the shoes she was given in the fleet, and they'll do in a fight, maybe. Either way she needs them off if she's going to start trying outfits on for size.]

"Fucking steal everything", right? I'm a lady of my word.

Apparently. Sorry to have ever doubted you.

[All the tension is gone from him as he heads for the chest. As he pulls even her, he takes the sash off and hands it over.]

As requested. Also?

[He pulls his hat off and dumps a bunch of hair accessories and jewelry out of it onto the pile.]

Go crazy.

[] Then he starts rummaging through their spoils, pulling out different outfits and holding them up to check the coordination.]

Fuck yeah, my hero.

[She accepts the sash with a bright smile, slinging it over herself like some kind of champion's belt, and joins him in digging into the gear- first sifting through the accessories he'd offered, slipping on a couple of bangles she knows are more her style than his, a hair ribbon that suits today's highlights, and ridiculously sized floral barrette that she pins to her head immediately. After that she's going for that cocktail dress she'd found, holding it up against her body.]

Pretty sure there's about a hundred wrong sizes in here, so we'll need to do some transmutation wizardry, but there's a lot of good stuff.

[Thankfully their body types have always been very similar, for obvious reasons, so whatever fits her should fit him with no issue.]

And some horrors we need to burn.

[He pulls out a fully feathered, neon yellow jumpsuit with a v-neck that skirts the line of indecency, bedecked in fluroscent punk sequins that looks like it was tailored for a bugbear. Or like Big Bird went through some shit in the 70s.

Maybe Klarg would wear it. Who knows.]

[She glances up as he draws it out and immediately snorts, the noise swiftly devolving into a full-fledged giggle. She hadn't even noticed that one, so occupied she'd been in throwing everything into the chest in a mad dash.]

Oh-em-gee, I dare you- I dare you to put it on...!

And if I do, what's my payment?

Because I'm pretty sure this thing hasn't been in fashion since the last Ice Age.

[She considers her options for a long moment, tapping her chin... then reaches into the chest and pulls out a jumpsuit that is equally horrible in different ways, all the wrong colours and clashes, the material looking like it's trying and failing to imitate a shag carpet.]

I'll wear this. And then we'll burn them together, because no one should ever know they touched a living body. It's a bonding ritual of poor fashion decisions.

[Or non-living, technically, in her case.]

[While she considers, he fingers the feathers and realizes they aren't even real feathers. How dare. If they had been real he could have at least salvaged this into a feather boa or some rad trim for a prank coat. Now it's just beneath him.

He glances over when she pulls out a monstrosity on equal footing to Big Bird on Cocaine, and snorts. The snort turns into an incredulous giggle and then he's laughing again. ]

Deal, but we change at the same time. No pictures.

[Zero hesitation- she thrusts a hand out between them to shake on it, grinning wildly. This is going to be absurd and she loves it.]

You're on.

[He grabs it and gives her hand a form shake. As he does, a whisper of stuff races through his mind and he has a nagging feeling like maybe he's done this before with her. But that's impossible, right?]

Start changing in 3, 2, 1 - Go!

[And because Taako does have at least a little decency, he gives her a little privacy by turning around.]

[Aww, what a gentleman. And totally unnecessary, because she gives zero shits. Off goes the jacket, the tunic, the stolen clothes, though she has the sense to keep her outfit separate from the pile for the moment. Who really knows where they'll end up eventually.

She's momentarily tempted to just let him change solo, since he's not even watching her and his reaction would be hysterical, but she can't razz him yet, not the way she used to. And she had shook on it. A deal's a deal!

Even trying to get the stupid thing on is absurd - the shag fabric is shedding - and she's giggling quietly the whole way. It doesn't help that his equally stupid get-up is right there. Oh god, and it's even got a hood. She pulls it up over her head and faces him properly, hands lifted and fingers curled into claws. It's like a doped up bear tried to bone their grandma's rug.]

Taaakoooo... it's meee... the mould on all your leftoverrrrs....

[He waits to start changing until he hears her moving around and then yeah, okay, he promised so let's do this. How to get into this polyester monstrosity is another problem altogether though. It's made for someone much bigger than him, so he steps inside through the scandalous neckline and hoops his arms into the sleeves. It looks ridiculous on him, like he's wearing Papa Bugbear's PJs if Papa Bugbear was a goddamn basket case.

A flick and a word and the suit is more fitted to him, but not enough that he actually has to care. The only problem? The movement causes a burst of yellow feathers to go flying in every direction.

And it gets worse when he turns around, sees Lup, and starts laughing. He's shedding glitter and feathers everywhere as he doubles over, pointing at her.]

Holy shit! It's alive! I knew I should have spaced those leftovers!

[She'd barely held it together just to get the words out, and once he starts laughing, she's quick to join him, hunching over as she loses herself to the giggles. She uses one foot to kick the chest away from them about a half-meter or so, because at the rate they're shedding all that crap the entire collection's going to look as absurd as what they're wearing, coated in glitter and fluff.]

Hot damn, I don't even need a picture for this. That sight's gonna be burned into my brain for the rest of my life...! The Disco Pigeon Hugbear, in the flesh!

These are quite possibly the worst things I've ever seen on two of the best looking people in the universe.

Even we can't salvage these disasters.

[He waves his arms and puffs of feathers come flying out again, shimmering as the sequins catch the light.]

Hey. Hey, check it, it's snowing in Neverwinter.

[She gives a full-body shake, sending little tufts of technicoloured fur floating into the air all around them.

Ridiculous. This is ridiculous. She's fuckin' delighted.]

[He snorts and tries not to inhale that fluff because he's pretty sure it got banned from clothing use for precisely this health hazard. The shuttle is an absolute mess and he's wondering just who will clean it - because it's not going to be either of them.]

If it snowed that color? I might actually hang out in Neverwinter.

[He takes a spin and feathers join the shag snow in its journey to the floor.]

Just who the hell do you think originally wore these things anyway?

[The absurdity of the outfits combined with the hideous mess they're making just causes Lup to laugh harder, dropping first into a crouch and then full out on her butt, just rolling.]

M-maybe they like shitty Hallownight costumes on Garbage Planet... hahaha...

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