video;

[abracafcku]

Who: Taako and alllll y'all
Broadcast: Yes
Action: First Breath
When: 11/7

[Taako's not wearing his costume today, but considering what he is wearing? People might not be able to tell the difference. He's lying on his bed on the First Breath, the wall behind him carpeted in mismatched beaded curtains and hung with shawls of various colors and patterns. He's wrapped up in a giant rainbow colored feather boa and a shimmery white shirt with his wizard hat decked out in rainbow ribbons and stars - it's a huge mess and he doesn't look like he cares.]

Sooo question for all of you nerds out there: anyone out there have experience with dimensional or planar magic or travel?

Because besides the party - which was totally great - this "drift" thing is boring the shit out of me. I thought about blowing something up just to break up the monotony, but I figured learning something might be a smidge more useful.

[But only a smidge.]

Comments

[abracafcku]

Pfft yeah, a guy that looks like him? Probably not the subtle type.

[Iron Bull, huh? What an appropriate fucking name if he's ever heard one]

How's he as a captain?

[necromanswers]

He's... fine.

[He's no Cap'nport, but y'know.]

I kind of get the feeling that "captain" around here is more of a formality title. It's not like there's much captaining to do, and I don't follow his orders or anything.

[abracafcku]

[Oh-ho? What's this? That hesitation is a little weird. Taako didn't really give a crap about letting Loki call himself captain, but Lup seems like she kind of does care.]

Yeah no doubt. Not much "captaining" to do around here and not everyone takes it as seriously as some. [Jim takes it very seriously, for example. He really should lighten up.]

Does he even give orders? Are there even any worth giving?

[necromanswers]

Not really. There's a couple of ship rules, I guess, and he bugs me to cook for them, but I do that anyway so it's not like he's forcing me into it.

[And if he tried, well, there's ways around that sort of thing.]

[abracafcku]

Oh right, you're security, huh? [Makes sense for her. He's glad cooking is his job, even if he still sweats a little every time they eat something he makes. He's getting over it at least.]

What ship rules are there? Don't blow each other out the airlock for funsies?

[necromanswers]

Along those lines, yeah. Don't blow people up, don't blow the ship up, don't summon any demons- he has a big problem with demons, apparently.

[abracafcku]

Don't we all?

[He hasn't really run into that many demons in his line of work, but it's bound to happen eventually.]

Maybe the big guy's got a demonphobia and he doesn't want anyone to know.

[necromanswers]

I dunno, it didn't strike me as a phobia so much as an annoyance. He says that mages on his world attract demons by using their magic, or something like that? It sounds messy, either way. Glad we don't live there.

[abracafcku]

Well fuck me. I woulda died in like... what? [Shit, how old was he when he started messing around with magic? Ugh, how long as it been since he cursed himself with Go-Gurt???

He was young, he knows that much. 15? 17? Maybe 20 years old? Not that big yet.]

Pfft, way too fast for Taako that's for sure. Fuuuuuuck that place.

[necromanswers]

You and me both.

[Considering how they'd been learning magic side by side, they'd have been summoning double-demons as weenie children. They would be sooooo dead, without the perk of a Starblaster revival.]

I don't even know how the mechanics of that would work. Demons don't just spontaneously pop up like daisies.

[abracafcku]

[...He snorts like he's trying to hold back a tide of laughter and when he speaks his voice is strained.]

Maybe they're like... [Snrk] Like... Maybe they're--

[Fck nope, he's going to lose it. He wheezes and disappears from view of the camera, flopping onto the bed to muffle his laughter. The mental image of demons just popping up wearing daisy hats is too much for him.]

[necromanswers]

[She quirks a brow, lips curving into a smirk, then gestures to something off-screen.]

Oh noooo, look, I cast a spell and here they come! It's the curse of the Heron's captain!

[And then she turns her comm to face the opposite wall, where a pair of daisy-topped demons are crawling up out of the floor, limbs flailing, groaning "maaaaagic~" like zombies and reaching towards the camera.]

[abracafcku]

[Nope, brb, losing his shit. He's laughing and thumping his fists on his bed at the sight of daisy-demons crawling out toward the camera.]

I-- [He can barely talk between the laughter.] I-- I'll remember you-- I'll remember you as you were, Lup! I'm s-- sorry, there's no helping you now!!

[necromanswers]

Oh nooo, they got to me!

[The camera moves to indicate that she's fallen to the floor, with the demons leaning over her making exaggerated chomping noises. Lup herself is trying not to laugh.]

This is the end, Taako! This is my last wish: bury me with that rad skirt when I die…!

[abracafcku]

Oh no, Lup!! [He's pretending to be horrified and solemn between the wheezing giggles that escape his mouth.]

I'll give you and that rad skirt a viking farewell!

[necromanswers]

[Her only response is a weak, trembling hand reaching up, up, towards the ceiling... and then falling, as the demons shrink out of view.

Silence... silence...

And then the comm spins with her as she pokes her head back up again, only her eyes and above visible.]

Downside for you: I'm gonna haunt your ass, remember?

[abracafcku]

[This was great. This was hilarious. This was the ultimate in amusing goofs.

Up until this very moment. There's a very long pause and then?]







Son of a bitch.

[He'd forgotten the haunting thing.]

[necromanswers]

[Aaand she's giggling. Thanks for that, bud.]

Good luck with your project, Taako. You know where to find me if you need to pick my brain some more.

[abracafcku]

Yeah yeah, I'll find you haunting my ass more than usual. I got it.

[He sounds exasperated, but his eyes betray his amusement. He gives Lup a salute over the video feed and then hangs up.]