driftfleet | Naviadna Mingle

[She stops abruptly and it takes all of his considerable willpower not to grin like an idiot. Instead, he opens one eye to glance at her curiously, as if he doesn't know what she's staring at.]

You call Magnus and not me? I feel like I should be offended.

Edited 2019-06-10 20:30 (UTC)

[Oookay, pinching does nothing, which means this is real. She stares for a moment longer then hastily glances down again, reaching her hands back to try and tie up her bikini top. This would be a poor time to forget about it and sit up, and it seems like this is gonna be one of Those Days, where his unintentional reminders are likely to trip her up.]

You sporting a tat somewhere that I don't know about? Because he's the expert between the two of you.

[That, and this particular design had been... y'know, emotional, and Magnus at least wouldn't need her to explain herself.]

[So far so good - no indication that she suspects anything. Why would she? It's been...gods, it's been too long. It's almost painful remembering everything he forgot, knowing that he's been living right beside her without a clue for this long. His heart, the reason why he'd survived, the only person other than himself that he ever implicitly trusted for over a hundred years until he found that stupid ragtag group on that dumb ship.

He almost loses it when she asks about tattoos, but masks it with a derisive snort.]

And mar this beautiful skin? Hell no. After seeing Merle's Kenny Chesney disaster on his ass, I've sworn off any and all ink that I can't wipe off after a day or two.

Yeah, thought so. [Piercings are one thing, but he's never shown the inclination to mark his body in a way as permanent as tattoos. She herself had only considered it a few times before, but that was during their plane-hopping journey, and ultimately she'd opted not to bother. There was no point when their bodies reset at the start of the year, anyway.

At last she sits up, dusting bits of sand off her skin from where it'd gotten past the towel barrier, and gestures in his direction, giving him another onceover.] What's with this get-up?

[When she sits up, Taako closes his eyes, letting the calm of relaxation overtake him. He needs to be completely relaxed or he'll give something away in an accidental twitch of his lips or a nervous shake of his hand. He lounges so he can make sure this goes well, so that he can surprise her, and so he can calm his nerves. If she sets him on fire for lying to her, he'll deserve it, but it might be worth it just to see her face.]

Dunno. Figured I was coming to the beach, might as well look the part. Resort town, white sands, big waves - thought they might have some water sports going that I could use to kill time.

Looks good on me though, right?

It definitely looks like something.

[Something ridiculous, something familiar. It'd been absurd eighty years ago and time has done it no favours.

But it's also very... Taako... so she can't deny the fun of it, either. She just isn't going to say it out loud.]

You're just jealous. I get it.

[He waves a hand dismissively before slipping it back under his head. The sand is warm and the waves crash and other than the fact that there's no Barold making gagging noises as he swallows a gallon of seawater in a foot of actual ocean or the lack of Magnus screaming his own name every ten minutes to scare someone, he can almost believe it's that time again. Gods, it's weird to remember. 80 years ago and yet it's all fresh in his mind like it was yesterday - and technically he'd only just remembered it a few days ago so it kind of...was?

He also could remember how Lucretia, now the Madam Fucking Director, stole everything from him. Reduced their Captain to some gnomish Pokemon, changed everything for the worse. It boils his blood, causes his fingers to curl involuntarily into his scalp in anger until he remembers he's here for Lup and relaxes.

Lup, who got trapped for over a decade in his damn umbrella - which is exactly why he doesn't have it with him right now. Lup, who was always there for him so he was never alone. Lup, who is here, whole, and alive.

Well, as alive as a lich can get.]

I was thinking I could go scrounge up some grub though. Was on my way there when I saw you. Smelled and saw some a-may-zing peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies on my way here.

[He pops one eye open and smirks at her.]

Not that, y'know, you can eat them, but maybe they got something else there too.

You wish.

[She scoffs, tugging off her hat and setting it in her lap to fix her hair during the moment of quiet. At his comment about food, though, she glances sharply at him, that same suspicion roused once more.]

...Belth told you about that?

[Because that sounds like... a weird thing for him to mention. But she's certain that she hasn't brought it up to Taako yet- mostly because there hadn't been any reason.]

About you bein' jelly of all this awesome? Oh yeah, it's hot goss right off the press.

[His grin widens and he closes his eye again. It's hard to keep the smile off his face with the way she's looking at him. She's suspicious - why wouldn't she be? - but she's still giving him the benefit of the doubt against her better judgement probably. And he? He will milk that for all it's worth until she catches on and catches his head on fire.

At least they're close to the water so he doesn't need to worry about burning to death.

Maybe drowning if she pushes him in and holds him under? Maybe that one. Especially as he lets his bomb finally drop.]

Even in this beach bum look, I'm still the hotter twin.

[Lup almost misses it. Her response is a quiet mmm as she weaves a section of her hair into a braid, focusing on the heavier tangles and idly listening to his reply. Sounds about right for him- blah blah, she's jealous, Belth told on her, he's-

I'm still the hotter twin.

Her hands go still against her hair, and she lifts her gaze to stare out into the water, like it'll somehow explain itself to her, like it'll clear up the sudden rush of confusion and shock running through her body. Maybe she heard him wrong? Maybe it slipped out, and he doesn't know? Did the static not catch it? Or maybe she just imagined it and it's wishful thinking and the planet is fucking with her again, it's been fucking with her all month, and the Animus Bell grants wishes so maybe enough of the light survived that she's hearing its temptation or something, which is wild because she left it on the ship but even so, how did he-

the hotter twin

He didn't ask her what the tattoo was about. He didn't ask her about her allergies. He showed up wearing shells and bleached hair and those godsdamned shorts and it's like he knows, he knows-

the hotter]

What? You- what?

[Her voice is dumbfounded, tremulous. She barely even recognizes it as her own. She stares at him, at that smug, shit-eating grin on his face, at the hair and the clothes and the mimicry from nearly a hundred years ago that he doesn't remember, shouldn't remember, but- but should remember, just like their family, just like her-

twin

TWIN

And then she lunges forward to tackle him into the sand.]

[There's no reaction for a moment and Taako knows that if he looks at her, he won't be able to keep the anticipation off his face. It'll give away everything in case she didn't catch it and he isn't willing to ruin his long con by being impatient. He's been waiting for her without knowing it was her his heart was needing for as long as he can remember. His memories are still a jumble of what is real and what isn't, but there's one clear blinding truth that cuts through it all.

His sister is back. He's had her with him ever since Wave Echo even if he didn't know it. He's had her as she truly is, how she was, since coming to this space hellscape.

And finally, he's back, too.

Her voice stutters and he can't help the grin that splits across his face even wider. She's catching up and he starts a countdown in his head to when he's either going to explode or get punched right in the face. He's on 8 when Lup lunges, slamming into him and pushing them to the sand. It's jarring, sure, but he can't help the laugh that escapes hot on the heels of a fake indignant sound. ]

You got sand in your ears, nerd? You heard me!

[His expression is at the same time endearing and infuriating, and it's such a familiar feeling that it makes her heart ache. They used to do shit like this all the time, and it's happened here too, but it was never quite the same, never quite right. They'd both had a caution to them, him by not knowing or trusting her yet, her by not wanting to say or do the wrong thing and scare him off. But this. This. Now that she's realized it, and his reactions are giving him away, she can see it so clearly.

He knows.

He remembers.

And she's so mad-!!]

You dipshit! You ass! How long have you known!?

[She grabs her hat and scoops sand up in it like a makeshift bucket, dumping it right onto his head.]

I'll show you sand-ears!

[It's much easier to be angry about it so she doesn't just start weeping or something.]

[He laughs and squirms away, trying to wriggle free of her grip. The sand, unfortunately, dumps right on top of him, but he's a freaking transmutation genius so as it hits him, he manages to turn most of it into glitter. Which is also annoying as shit, but it isn't as uncomfortable as sand dumping into his hair.]

Since about the moment I opened my eyes a brand new babe and saw you coming out second! I've always been the hotter one!

[Fucking transmuter, of course he'd cheat her of the satisfaction. She swats him with her hat instead, going with her specialization by Gusting his hair into a floofy mess and scattering the glitter all over him. It manages to get on her at the same time as collateral, but so worth it.]

You know godsdamned well what I meant!! And you know I came first, baby brother!

[Fuck, she can say that now. She can say it and he won't just hear static, won't get that confused, glazed look in his eyes as the words are erased.

Fuck.]

[Betrayal! He grabs his hair as the wind whips up out of nowhere, flinging glitter and his beach-bleached hair every which way. He's still laughing though, hard enough to snort once as she attacks him with his hat. He has to drop his hands to fend her off, trying to snatch the hat out of her hands.]

You only wish you were first! Taako's always the one in the prime real estate, Lulu, you know that. First to emerge onto the stage, first to whip out that sweet sweet magic-- [Even if it that had literally cursed him to only taste lime gogurt for the rest of his life. He was still the godsdamn first!] - first to invent surfing. I'm a pioneer!

A pioneer of being a huge turd, maybe! You basically invented the concept!

[She lets him take the hat, but only so his hands are occupied- and so she has a chance to get in close and wrap her arms around his midsection, trying to heft him up onto her shoulder. She may not have Magnus's raw strength, but she's still been training with him for months now, Taako's not that heavy, and she's had more of a focus on physical technique than him for a long time, anyway. Pre-level-1 rogue bullshit, or something like that. Barring that attempt? There's always spells.

She's gonna throw him into the fucking lake one way or another.]

[With the hat snatched away, he lifts it triumphantly over his head.

Only to find himself getting lifted in kind not a second later.

Taako lets out a less than distinguished noise in surprise and tries to fight back, but, well, his sister has always been the stronger of them. Loathe as he may be to admit it, his strength stat is definitely not the highest and while it isn't easy to lift him, it sure as heck isn't hard either.]

What the--

[She's carting him toward the water and he knows exactly where that ends and you know what? Fuck that.

He casts Blink.]

[And since she knows him, and she knows his favourites, she had Counterspell prepped for this very moment. Which she casts.

Eff you and your Blinking, you're going in.]

You've gotten too predictable in your old age, bro! Now accept your punishment like a big boy!

[When nothing happens, he knows what she's done and he curses inwardly. Fuckin' of course she'd have Counterspell prepped. Of course. They're getting dangerously close to the water despite his best attempts to flail like a chicken with its head cut off, and he has to think quick because he's not accepting any punishment for anything. He may be the older twin, but like hell if he's going to take being called "old" lying down.]

We're the same age!

[If he can't Blink, he can do something else that'll at least make this more tolerable. As they get closer to his doom, he stops struggling and starts to shift, his form becoming less elf-life, more soft and with a fuckload lot more arms. It doesn't take long for Polymorph to start taking effect and the first thing he does? Is try to attach his brand new octopus arms right onto her head.]

Ugh!

[The sudden feeling of nasty squishy octo-arms wrapped around her is gross as hell, and since the water punishment is pointless now she does the polar opposite: she drops down onto the sand and rolls on him.]

You're the worst! Just wait, I'll turn you into sushi, coward!

[Thankfully, he finishes his transformation just before she body slams him into the dirt and so it doesn't hurt nearly as much as it could. He simply compresses as she rolls over him, slapping her face and hair with his tentacles whenever he gets a chance, using the suckers to cling and mess up as much as he can.

She rolls over his body and he flattens and--

Shit.

Is that?

Wow that's an uncomfortable feeling. Is it really--

Yup. Nope, this is the worse, but this is happening.

When she rolls over again, he suddenly and violently expels a miniature flood of black ink.]

[....

....

....]

Taako?

[She sits up, her back facing him, black goo trickling down her back and in her braid. Her tone is hushed, and one Taako might find familiar: his sister's you fucked up voice.]

Remember how I have that one spell, you know, where I say a word and things die?

[And she last used that on, hmmm, let's see... an octopus.]

[He flails his arms in an approximation of waving Lup off and then gestures at himself pointedly. It's not his fault, Lup! It's biology. You're a nerd, you should understand!

It's not like he meant to explode octopus ink everywhere. She was literally squeezing him so hard he couldn't help it!

It's not his fault!!!!

Not that...he can say any of that because octopi have beaks and no tongues and aren't capable of doing anything but flopping around and squeezing themselves into tight spaces to eat shit. They're very intelligent, but they're still animals.

But? Since she's threatening to straight up kill him, Taako does the one thing he can do very well: be dramatic.

He flops onto the sand, pretending to be dead already.]

[This little turd. She glowers at him for a moment, waiting for some kind of response, but when nothing comes and she recognizes what he's doing, she reaches over to retrieve her hat, using it once more as a makeshift bucket for the sand.]

Dead already, huh? Way to steal my thunder again. ...Oh well, can't do much about it now.

[And then she dumps it on top of him, sliding her hands through more sand to shove it over his limp tentacles, feigning a mournful sniffle.]

Buried by the sea... it's what Taako would want...!

[Fuck. Well, he's not getting Power Word slaughtered (not that he thought she would), but he sure as hell is getting buried alive. Which?

Hm.

Actually?

He waits until he's nearly completely buried, turning into a proper funereal mound of sand - some of which is mixed with the octopus's ink to make it appropriately goth. Then he starts changing back, limb by limb, nearly flattened octo-body into the body of a Real Boy™, until he finally bursts forth from the sand, arms raised like a zombie. As he does so, he does his best zombie wail to drone:]

Not enough cowbell...!!!

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