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[abracafcku]

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.

Comments

[necromanswers]

[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....

[abracafcku]

[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!

[necromanswers]

[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!

[abracafcku]

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.]

[necromanswers]

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.]

[abracafcku]

[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?

[necromanswers]

[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...

[abracafcku]

It'd fit with the rest of their aesthetic, that's for sure.

[He snickers and flaps his arms, sending a few sequins bouncing off the floor. It's so weird to see Lup, the feared Red Robe, rolling on the floor laughing. It's so normal. It feels right?

And Taako finds he doesn't really care that she's supposed to be the enemy. She has his face, she just stole him a shitload of clothes, and now they're having fun mocking fashion together. This seems like how he would have liked it to be if he had a--

Shrrrrrkkkk.

Mmhm, right. Oh well.]

I mean, this can't be the worst of their offenses, right? But these have to rank in at least the top five; easily the top ten.

[necromanswers]

Oh my goooood stop, stop, take it off, I'm gonna die. I am gonna die laughing and it'll be because of a lumpy Sesame Street costume.

[She flips off the hood and starts wrangling for the zipper, still giggling. There's even carpet fluff in her hair.]

Now I wanna know what the worst would be, if this isn't it.

[abracafcku]

I almost think we should return these - just these - to that store and leave them posed there.

[It doesn't take much for his outfit to come off. He just has to return it to it's original form and the thing practically sloughs off him as he laughs, wriggling free amid clouds of glitter and loose fluff.]

I can't even imagine what would be worse than this. What if they actually thought this was fashion?

[necromanswers]

Oh gods, maybe they were actually the most expensive outfits in the whole shop.

[Lup kicks off the hideous carpet monster and tries to shake as much of the fluff off of herself before she grabs that dress to test-drive next. It looks really hip-huggy and she wants to feel cute after putting on something so hideous, thank you very much.]

You know what? Justice must be done. This is an affront to my eyeballs. Hang 'em up in the center of town as a warning for them to change their wicked fashionless ways.

[abracafcku]

If they were? I'm glad we stole them.

[Because her idea? That's some fucking gold right there. He slides on over and brushes a few feathers away, wiggling into the skirt they picked out earlier, and then searching through the stack for a suitable shirt and vest.]

It's only right we give it back to the people, hm? They love trash, so maybe these can become their new garbage fire fashion gods.

[necromanswers]

Fire. That's right, we need to weave some fire into this plan.

[What if they strung them up in town and then they caught fire that would be rad as hell.

Also this dress looks amazing on her. Literally zero regrets on thieving all of this.]

[abracafcku]

Were you not planning on fire in the first place? It's kind of your thing.

[He picks out a light colored bell sleeved off-the-shoulder top and an open backed vest, looking then over before sliding them on. He tucks the shirt in and then adds some bangles to the wrist without his bracer on it. Then he gives her a thumbs up.]

That dress is a yes.

[necromanswers]

Hey, the whole point of collaboration is everybody gets some input! I thought maybe you'd like to make 'em dance or something, first.

[She gives a little 360 degree turn and poses with all the drama that she can muster, which is a lot, considering who she grew up with.]

Right? Like it was made for me.

[abracafcku]

Dance? Mmmmmmaybe. But I was thinking. [He clicks his tongue against his teeth, pulling out an actually nice feather boa and wrapping it around his neck.]

We could throw our voices, have them declare themselves gods and that their curse is upon all those who don't pay tribute to their earthly emmissaries, then I can Enlarge them, you burn them and voila!

[He tosses the end of the boa over his shoulder.]

We Blink in wearing these bitchin' new threads.

[necromanswers]

Oh gods, that's evil. I love it!

[She's laughing and clapping, absolutely delighted. It's like a moment fresh out of their old life, making a bit scene at the old IPRE to catch the eyes of their classmates and annoy the hell out of the professors. Just... slightly more extreme and aggressive, in this case. Which is fine by her.

She reaches into the pile to fetch the oversized hat she'd found, relocating her flower to rest at the center before putting it on and tipping the brim in his direction.]

We'd better plan for a quick getaway after the fact, or we'll definitely get arrested. Not that we couldn't easily escape from space jail, too...

[abracafcku]

Oh, I got a way out, don't you worry. Just leave that part to me.

[She's going to love Garyl. Everyone loves Garyl. And Garyl will...well, he'll be chill because he's always chill. He'll just promise him spectral oats and then...never deliver. He's a spectral steed, he doesn't actually eat.

He does a neat golf clap to approve of her outfit and picks out a pair of oversized sunglasses.]

Although, it might be more fun to get arrested and then vanish from the cells though. Watch their heads just [He imitates an explosion with both hands.] boom.

[necromanswers]

Oh yeah? I'm looking forward to that, then.

[She has her suspicions, based on the past year of watching him (and quite literally having the spells channeled through her, which was kind of wild) but she'd rather let him surprise her. From what she's already witnessed, he'd find it especially disconcerting that she knows, like, all of his spells.

She does have a particular bias for what he casts, though. Just one.

Anyway, one outfit down- she removes the hat and sets it aside for herself, bending down to fish through their selection for more. Too gaudy, too small, too boring- ooh, love that jacket, though.]

I think we should nix on the getting-caught idea. It could be fun, but it's also a huge pain to get arrested- they take all your shit, they drone at you for six hours, there's interrogations... who knows what kind of messy justice system they've got in this literal garbage planet. The novelty will wear off and then we'll just get bored.

[She speaks with the absolute certainty of someone who has been arrested multiple times before. Which she has. Thanks, 100-year journey! Full of life experiences.]

[abracafcku]

That's true. I bet their jails are shitty anyway. You been arrested a lot?

[He starts rummaging too. He can't let her take all the good stuff, after all. Vests, some high waisted pants, a few good blouses and crop tops, and what?

Taako pulls out a neon pink tank top with a sheer black overlay. He isn't sure if he hates it for its lack of style or in love with it for that exact reason.]

Dibs.

[necromanswers]

Only before I learned how to not get caught.

[And before she became a lich who could just float out of any trouble that became too much to handle. Buuuut she's going to keep that one close to her chest for a while yet.]

It's all yours, I'm not feeling the pink today. I'm mostly surprised you want it. Trying the old country rock look now?

[she can't not razz him, it's been too long.]

[abracafcku]

Hope you made them regret ever arresting you in the first place.

[Taako certainly did. He made sure to be the most annoying little shit that it wasn't worth the headache to hold him in a jail cell.

He holds the top up with a pair of glam rock pants and shrugs.]

Why not? Maybe it'll help me blend in with the locals. Plus, I bet I can make even this look good.

[necromanswers]

Yeah, they felt it eventually.

[Sometimes it took a while. A dish best served, right? Though in the case of the judges and that whole mess, their regret came in the form of the Hunger devouring their entire plane of existence. Hopefully they regretted something during that process.

Every other time mostly just involved explosions.]

I think you might wanna acknowledge your own limitations, babe.

[Some things just cannot be made to look good. Like those ugly-ass costumes. And in all fairness, Taako's probably right about the current outfit, but she likes to challenge him anyway. If everyone always gave him the praise he wanted, he'd be insufferable.]

[abracafcku]

Limits are many to be pushed and rules broken.

[And since she's challenged him, he starts pulling out things he thinks will work with this abomination of a top. A shimmery see-through sleeveless cardigan? Sure. A belt with holographic flames? Why not. A spiked collar? .... Maybe later. He finds all the pieces he wants and tosses them over to the pilot's seat to claim them. ]

You could do with a more adventurous outfit too, doncha think?

[necromanswers]

[How very Taako of him. She grins and leans over the chest to digs deep into it, sorting the stuff at the bottom for something neither of them have managed to find yet. She vaguely recalls getting a glimpse of some wild stuff front and center in the room, though she hadn't been sure of exactly what it was before now.

After a moment of poking she draws something out and shows it to him, one eyebrow cocked.]

This one's pretty adventurous, I'd say.

[It's... definitely interesting! Kinda 80's style, broad at the top and tight at the waist and thighs before spreading out in a wide, flowing skirt. The colours are checkered yellow, black, and red, in shades that... mostly match? It's a challenge to one's bravery, certainly.]