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driftfleet2018-10-07 11:58 am
necromanswers) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-07 11:58 am
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and then the fleet was banned from garbagetown
Who: Taako, Lup, and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planetside, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!
Picture this - a planet that serves as the junkyard for the rest of the universe. Towns and cities are littered among the trash, having grown up wherever space provided. In one corner of this garbage-filled world is a city, not a massive city like Neverwinter or a small podunk thing, but a city tried and true. Which means it has a town square where all the main traffic flows through on any given day; bakers and merchants and workers, miners and salvagers and travelers, a myriad of people all going about their typical boring days.
And then two ostentatiously ugly costumes just start floating through the middle of it all. People scatter because costumes that look like Shaggy Bear consumed Gloomy Bear's Soul and Big Bird had a Bad Bender and Never Recovered should not be floating through the middle of town. They carve a path and set themselves up, swaying gently in the breeze, in the very center of the square where all can see. Horrified expressions mix with curiosity as the costumes hang there, doing nothing, and then slowly people start to gather.
Which is when Taako, cloaked in invisibility, looks over at Lup and smirks. It's show time. You ready?
And Lup is definitely ready; the levitation drops on the costumes as they hang, and there's suddenly a streak of red-hot light that crosses the plaza from the building on which they stand and strikes the costumes. Immediately there's an explosion of fire, spreading outwards- not dangerous to the onlookers, thanks to the height at which they hang, but definitely enough to scatter whatever remaining nerves they had. When the worst of the initial fire fades away, the costumes remain hanging, but are now on fire, feathers and fur sizzling and curling, ash beginning to dot the earth below.
It's Taako's turn and he sets the costumes to waving in a ghostly wind as they grow, the fire growing with it. The fabric shudders with the strain of it, looming up and over the crowd menacingly as growing bits of charred feather and shag upholstery disintegrate in the flames. It's harmless, of course, but the crowd doesn't know that and they start shrieking, backing away from the display. Now that the scene's been set, Lup calls out to the lingering onlookers, still just out of sight: "What's up, Trash Town? Or whatever you call this place. No need to be scared! Your new fashion overlords are here to help open your eyes to the travesty we've found you all in."
The Enlarge cast and the concentration over, the costumes hang like Ghost Rider up in the air, and Taako can barely keep it together as he sees the people below start looking for the source of the voice. "We are here in our fabulous benevolence to aid you and provide succor to your sadly lacking closets. But tribute is demanded or a curse shall be upon you. We have sent our emissaries who shall now appear before you!"
He's always had this showmanship thing in the bag and Taako Blinks out of existence at the same time Lup casts Dimension Door. It takes him a little longer to get where he needs to go, but the Ethereal Plane is so wonky on this plane. Still, he makes it in time for the grand entrance - the two of them popping back into reality, back to back, wearing their favorite outfits from their earlier heist and with Disguise Self burning over both of them. They look even more radiant than usual; and a little more celestial thanks to the light from the burning costumes overhead and a little extra light granted by Prestidigitation and Dancing Lights beaming behind them like sparks and rays of sunlight.
A low murmur starts up around them as the townspeople survey the scene, uncertain of what exactly to do about it. The murmur grows in volume as seconds pass. Lup continues, "Turn away from your wicked ways, and destroy all sinful manifestations of fabric that rain down from the sky, or a plague of supreme ugly will fall upon you!"
She wiggles her fingers at a random onlooker, some woman who'd been sneering skeptically at them, and suddenly an illusion appears over her- her skin turns to the nasty shag carpet design. She shrieks at once and flees the crowd. The murmur becomes a buzz and a few of the people at the front begin throwing credits and coins their way, but more are scooting backwards, not sure what to do.
Lup waves a hand in front of herself, and a Mage Hand glides along the ground to scoop up the discarded credits, then brandishes a bag, glittery and bedazzled (as only befits a fashion god) and gestures pointedly towards it. "Anyone else feel like being spared?"
"The bigger the donation, the higher the salvation," Taako chimes in, whipping out a similar bag just in a different color.
There's a long pause as the residents debate their options, but another confused wail from the woman down the road gets a few people moving, dropping coins into the bags and fleeing the scene. They're not asking for much, they're not animals, but a little bit (from a lot of people) goes a long way!
Option A: Were you in the crowd when this all went down? Want to talk to Taako and Lup? They're both walking through the crowd now, so this is your chance to see the face-twins in action.
Option B: Is flying solo more your style? Which of them do you want to talk to: Taako or Lup?
Some time passes as they collect their bounty, and eventually a small group of more serious, burly viewers branch off and vanish into a shop. Lup watches them carefully, keeping her smile frozen in place as she gently shoos away a little girl trying to give her a single credit, because she's definitely not stealing from children. Those guys are probably going for weapons. Hey, Taako? I think that's our cue to make an exit.
Taako nods in agreement and tips his hat to the patrons nearby. He's gotten more than he expected today, so now it's time, as Lup says, for a flashy exit. There's no point in subtlety when the villagers are going for pitchforks. He puts his hands together and starts casting, light emanating from his fingers as he summons the only exit worth summoning. The light causes people to draw back from him and in their place, a beautiful, mulleted, rainbow-colored phantasm of a binicorn appears.
"Yo boss. It time to go?"
"You know it, Garyl. Lup! Let's hit it!"
There's an audible, delighted gasp from Lup, and without hesitation she hops onto the binicorn's back with Taako. With a loud whinny Garyl rears up on his hind legs, giving them one final opportunity for a dramatic pose (which they of course indulge) before Taako urges Garyl off at full speed, leaving behind them a rainbow of light. Before they vanish from sight, Lup, one arm wound around Taako's waist, blows the befuddled crowd a kiss. And just like that, they're gone again, with the now-armed local guard giving a futile chase behind them.
Option C: Catch them after their daring escape, laughing their asses off outside of the danger zone, or on the Iskaulit, perhaps over drinks?
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planetside, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!
Picture this - a planet that serves as the junkyard for the rest of the universe. Towns and cities are littered among the trash, having grown up wherever space provided. In one corner of this garbage-filled world is a city, not a massive city like Neverwinter or a small podunk thing, but a city tried and true. Which means it has a town square where all the main traffic flows through on any given day; bakers and merchants and workers, miners and salvagers and travelers, a myriad of people all going about their typical boring days.
And then two ostentatiously ugly costumes just start floating through the middle of it all. People scatter because costumes that look like Shaggy Bear consumed Gloomy Bear's Soul and Big Bird had a Bad Bender and Never Recovered should not be floating through the middle of town. They carve a path and set themselves up, swaying gently in the breeze, in the very center of the square where all can see. Horrified expressions mix with curiosity as the costumes hang there, doing nothing, and then slowly people start to gather.
Which is when Taako, cloaked in invisibility, looks over at Lup and smirks. It's show time. You ready?
And Lup is definitely ready; the levitation drops on the costumes as they hang, and there's suddenly a streak of red-hot light that crosses the plaza from the building on which they stand and strikes the costumes. Immediately there's an explosion of fire, spreading outwards- not dangerous to the onlookers, thanks to the height at which they hang, but definitely enough to scatter whatever remaining nerves they had. When the worst of the initial fire fades away, the costumes remain hanging, but are now on fire, feathers and fur sizzling and curling, ash beginning to dot the earth below.
It's Taako's turn and he sets the costumes to waving in a ghostly wind as they grow, the fire growing with it. The fabric shudders with the strain of it, looming up and over the crowd menacingly as growing bits of charred feather and shag upholstery disintegrate in the flames. It's harmless, of course, but the crowd doesn't know that and they start shrieking, backing away from the display. Now that the scene's been set, Lup calls out to the lingering onlookers, still just out of sight: "What's up, Trash Town? Or whatever you call this place. No need to be scared! Your new fashion overlords are here to help open your eyes to the travesty we've found you all in."
The Enlarge cast and the concentration over, the costumes hang like Ghost Rider up in the air, and Taako can barely keep it together as he sees the people below start looking for the source of the voice. "We are here in our fabulous benevolence to aid you and provide succor to your sadly lacking closets. But tribute is demanded or a curse shall be upon you. We have sent our emissaries who shall now appear before you!"
He's always had this showmanship thing in the bag and Taako Blinks out of existence at the same time Lup casts Dimension Door. It takes him a little longer to get where he needs to go, but the Ethereal Plane is so wonky on this plane. Still, he makes it in time for the grand entrance - the two of them popping back into reality, back to back, wearing their favorite outfits from their earlier heist and with Disguise Self burning over both of them. They look even more radiant than usual; and a little more celestial thanks to the light from the burning costumes overhead and a little extra light granted by Prestidigitation and Dancing Lights beaming behind them like sparks and rays of sunlight.
A low murmur starts up around them as the townspeople survey the scene, uncertain of what exactly to do about it. The murmur grows in volume as seconds pass. Lup continues, "Turn away from your wicked ways, and destroy all sinful manifestations of fabric that rain down from the sky, or a plague of supreme ugly will fall upon you!"
She wiggles her fingers at a random onlooker, some woman who'd been sneering skeptically at them, and suddenly an illusion appears over her- her skin turns to the nasty shag carpet design. She shrieks at once and flees the crowd. The murmur becomes a buzz and a few of the people at the front begin throwing credits and coins their way, but more are scooting backwards, not sure what to do.
Lup waves a hand in front of herself, and a Mage Hand glides along the ground to scoop up the discarded credits, then brandishes a bag, glittery and bedazzled (as only befits a fashion god) and gestures pointedly towards it. "Anyone else feel like being spared?"
"The bigger the donation, the higher the salvation," Taako chimes in, whipping out a similar bag just in a different color.
There's a long pause as the residents debate their options, but another confused wail from the woman down the road gets a few people moving, dropping coins into the bags and fleeing the scene. They're not asking for much, they're not animals, but a little bit (from a lot of people) goes a long way!
Option A: Were you in the crowd when this all went down? Want to talk to Taako and Lup? They're both walking through the crowd now, so this is your chance to see the face-twins in action.
Option B: Is flying solo more your style? Which of them do you want to talk to: Taako or Lup?
Some time passes as they collect their bounty, and eventually a small group of more serious, burly viewers branch off and vanish into a shop. Lup watches them carefully, keeping her smile frozen in place as she gently shoos away a little girl trying to give her a single credit, because she's definitely not stealing from children. Those guys are probably going for weapons. Hey, Taako? I think that's our cue to make an exit.
Taako nods in agreement and tips his hat to the patrons nearby. He's gotten more than he expected today, so now it's time, as Lup says, for a flashy exit. There's no point in subtlety when the villagers are going for pitchforks. He puts his hands together and starts casting, light emanating from his fingers as he summons the only exit worth summoning. The light causes people to draw back from him and in their place, a beautiful, mulleted, rainbow-colored phantasm of a binicorn appears.
"Yo boss. It time to go?"
"You know it, Garyl. Lup! Let's hit it!"
There's an audible, delighted gasp from Lup, and without hesitation she hops onto the binicorn's back with Taako. With a loud whinny Garyl rears up on his hind legs, giving them one final opportunity for a dramatic pose (which they of course indulge) before Taako urges Garyl off at full speed, leaving behind them a rainbow of light. Before they vanish from sight, Lup, one arm wound around Taako's waist, blows the befuddled crowd a kiss. And just like that, they're gone again, with the now-armed local guard giving a futile chase behind them.
Option C: Catch them after their daring escape, laughing their asses off outside of the danger zone, or on the Iskaulit, perhaps over drinks?
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[He pulls the bottle closer and holds it up, staring at it. This is floating dangerously close to sharing info with the "enemy." Is it safe to talk about it? Will she even give a shit? Does he give a shit? It's not like the Red Robe didn't already know which one it was. It's not exactly new information for them - but he guesses they didn't have time to swap stories before they both got pulled here.]
Eh, fuck it. Why not? We were in Refuge - that time cup thing that really fucked with everything there. So yeah, it was good. We basically saved an entire town and none of us fell to the Relic's thrall.
You guys need to work on your communication skills.
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He hasn't gone to Wonderland yet. He hasn't had to endure that suffering yet. He hasn't faced the elven liches yet.
She hasn't killed Edward yet.
Above her head, her fingers clench slowly in the grass, then unclench again as she forces herself to stay calm, focusing on the gentle trickle of the water, the strange, ethereal sweetness of the air here. She struggles with it for a few moments, but she pushes it back down again- she doesn't think of the pain he'd been through that day, the sound of his unconscious body hitting the floor, the splashes of blood he'd shed. She doesn't think of the consuming fire and her own grasping fists as she'd tried to tear that fucking monster limb from limb.
Taako's here. Her heart, her center, is here. Their enemies aren't here.
She focuses on the sound of his breathing instead, steady and certain and alive, and the undead fury in her soul settles back to sleep once more. Not yet, not now. If she'd been a little more drunk that could have been very bad, but she's okay.
...No more vodka for her, tonight.]
Yeah, um. Here's some intel right back at you: our group's super scattered. We're not some giant scary all-powerful force that L- that the director makes us out to be. It was really hard to do even the bare minimum to protect you guys. So yeah, we didn't get a chance to talk to each other.
[She'd wanted to. It had ached to be right there, right next to all of them, and for no one to have a single clue. The only one who'd ever noticed her presence had been Kravitz, and he wouldn't have known. And she'd come so close, then- when Taako had handed the umbrella to him, she'd felt her heart skip an ethereal beat, wondering desperately if he'd free her to try and capture her. It hadn't been enough, though.]
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A lot of questions, none with any real answers, and none which Taako feels strong enough to go after right now. There's been enough drinking tonight that he's getting loose with his info and so is she. He sets the bottle down and yawns, stretching both hands up over his head along the ground.]
Lucky us, I guess.
[Was it though? The more he interacted with the Red Robes, the less convinced he was that they were out to go great harm. Lup, for all she could be trusted, said the same thing. The first Red Robe had stopped Captain Captain Bane from poisoning them under the thrall of the Gaia Belt (admittedly by killing him) and then it had come back to try and help them again in Refuge.
This was too complicated.]
Eh, protect us, kill us, whatever it is, it's not like we can't handle it. And if we can't? That's how the cookie crumbles, too. I'd be pissed, but it's not like I haven't died before apparently, and I'm just fine now.
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Yeah, you're an old pro at dodging death even when you die, huh. And if anyone came to collect you'd just charm the pants off them, soooo...
[He's already done that, too, and she itches to ask about Kravitz- how he feels about the guy, is he happy, is it like, serious, because as a sister she is both nosy and obligated to make sure- but those questions would be both suspicious and pointless. Taako hasn't been going out with Kravitz for months and months. It's been, like, one date.]
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[And the other times that Kravitz mentioned? He has no clue about those. Just like he has no clue about all the missing time in his memories that the Chalice wasn't able to parse. That remark though is a little too close to home and he raises an eyebrow, turning his head toward Lup.
This isn't something he's talked to anyone about.]
That or make a deal with them. We are out there saving the world and all.
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You wouldn't be the first to make a deal with death. Every rule has to have an exception, otherwise… mmm, it'd be bad, I guess.
[There isn't really a non-weird way to end that sentence, soooo.]
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[No doy it would be bad. He'd be in the Astral Plane right now chilling with Lucas' mom if they hadn't been able to make a deal and if Istus hadn't all but decided they were special cases and gotten a word in with the Raven Queen. Taako was not religious by any stretch of the imagination, but some god or another looking out for him was a plus in his book. He'd take any help he could get.]
I'm sure I'll find a loophole somewhere. Taako's not quite ready to die just yet. He's too drunk and there's a mountain on a spaceship.
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[She doesn't care if he believes her or not. He doesn't have to believe her for her to save his ass when she has to.]
….Heh. Hehehe. I'm your Luphole.
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He'll take her offer at face value for now and not count on it if push comes to shove. He's always had to look out for himself and that's exactly what he'll do here, too.
Doesn't mean he can't laugh at a dumb joke though. It starts with a snicker, then a giggle, and then he's full on laughing, rolling onto his side.]
Luphole. Oh Istus, slay me.
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[Fuckin' aces, she got him laughing again. Dumb jokes and one liners are still their jam. She grins and pillows her arms beneath her head, looking pleased with herself. Today was great. Scratch that, today was amazing.]
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[He can't stop laughing, giggling with a hand over his mouth. The other hand is still on the vodka bottle and he holds it out to her.]
That would be awesome.
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How would that even go, I wonder? I mean, she's the goddess of fate. And she, like, sews and stuff. What's she gonna do, weave a net over my head? Paralyze me with knitting needle acupuncture?
[Maybe she can just make people stop existing with one pointed finger. Fate is weird.]
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[His giggles are subsiding and he sighs, rolling back onto the grass.]
Maybe it'll be a fashion design contest - winner gets to live.
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[Considering the Hunger was devouring all the planes of existence in every reality they visited, many, many times for a hundred years... it had to have devoured a lot of celestial planes, right? So maybe there's dozens of Hunger-corrupted Pans and Istuses and Raven Queens and Lokis in there somewhere. Maybe she's already fought one of 'em.
That's messed up, but also kind of... awesome?]
I could so own her in a fashion show, though. Assuming the judges had good taste.
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[Not that they ever turn out well, buuuut sometimes they do?
Taako snickers.]
Well, I can't be the judge. I'd be totally biased.
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[He'd probably help her pick the outfit. He knows what looks good on their bodies, similar as they are.]
Can't count on the Raven Queen to be impartial, either, since they're so chummy.
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[He holds a hand out for the bottle and closes his eyes. His buzz is nice and pleasant and this topic is ridiculous enough he doesn't have to think too hard.]
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[She yawns broadly, her hand fumbling to get the bottle to his, taking a few tries before it gets there.]
If it was Merle, just dress like a flower.
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Hell no. If you dressed like a flower, he might pop a boner in the middle of the competition and offend Istu--
[He snickers suddenly.]
Scratch that. Totally dress like a flower. I want to see him get got by a goddess.
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G-gross, gross, no! Then he'd be popping one over me! I so do not want that image in my head, you bastard...
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You're the one who suggested it! I'm just telling you the consequences!
[Besides, she didn't have to watch him get freaky with that vine in Goldcliff. All the bleach in the world isn't enough to erase that image from his mind.]
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She reaches out a hand and shoves his shoulder, trying to get him to slosh it on himself, because she's still giggling and petty and very, very drunk.]
No, no! Keep it in your own nasty brain!
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[Shit. He has to adjust so nothing drops on him as the vodka bottle pitches precariously overhead.]
--there in the wild now and you're responsible for it. Merle probably has a flower costume in his room, the weirdo.
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[She buries her face against the grass, feigning barf noises.]
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He-- Ugh he probably does weird shit with his detachable arm, too. Oh my gods, I never thought of that until now.
[Oops there goes the bottle, thunking into the grass between them.]
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