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@librarian; video; Day 296

[cahooted]

Salve.

[This is weird. Really weird, actually, because Squalo isn't the kind of person Flynn would normally contact. But apparently given enough time they would have run into each other eventually which is – bizarre. Fake future memories are so confusing.

Will their memories even be the same? How does that even make sense if they never actually met, never actually had any conversation?

Well, he's probably about to find out.]

Are you alive?

@superbia;

[sharktrash]

[ Well, this is unexpected. ]

[ Squalo had spent two days being as much of a hermit as he could, completely unsettled by what had happened. He'd gone up and walked out into the snow -- why? So he had that dream about stuff back home not going exactly how he wanted or something, how the fuck could something so trivial be a reason for... that? ]

[ He forced himself not to think about it as much as possible and every now and then, it almost felt like he'd forgotten all about that strange time lapse. Well, now he sees this guy and it's all back. ]

[ Luckily, the focus is elsewhere right now. ]

Shockingly.

[ There's a slightly skew smirk on his face as he says it, but amusement's a bit lacking. He doesn't bother looking fine, even though he's never talked to this guy before. Or has he? It's strange, and for the hell of him he can't remember what they used to talk about all those times that didn't happen, but he's still aware of some kind of interest, almost fondness. And him contacting him right now means -- ]

...Swords, huh?

[cahooted]

Yeah.

[Flynn smiles, briefly, a little awkward at the strange conversation. It's similar to his conversation with Wilson only there he had had a common ground already. This here is... strange, floating, almost like testing the waters.

How do you talk to a guy you never talked to before but have somehow... battled?]

Swords.

... This is really weird.

[sharktrash]

[ SUCCESS. The topic has been averted from Squalo's recent loin dance with death. ]

Tell me about it. [ Not that the alternative is any less unsettling. Here they are, sort of familiar with each other for no other reason than some higher force playing mind games. What else could it do to them? ] Can't say I remember much beyond that. How good do you think you are?

[ When in doubt, arrange a fight. ]

[cahooted]

[FOR NOW.]

Yeah, everything's really fuzzy. I remember other things much more clearly. Maybe because we haven't actually talked before until now?

[He ponders the question.] I like to think I'm decent.

@guardian; text; day 357;

[phaseshifter]

Hey!!
I just wanted to make sure that you got out okay and you're not on your own in a corner somewhere or something. I mean, you were pretty busted up, so
Not that I don't think you can take care of yourself! I'm not trying to patronise you! Just, you know. Checking in?

 

 

(I'm sorry, I fuss a lot)

@superbia; voice-to-text

[sharktrash]

[ Oh hey it's... the weird girl from murderplanet who tells dick jokes and swears despite it being against the law something or other. Who's also doing things to his heart pROBABLY MADE OF SPIDERS. They've spoken maybe three times. Why is she doing this? Not that he can't appreciate it a little bit because he's obviously great enough to warrant everyone's attention but also all this care is a little insulting. So that little addition clarifying it's not meant that way is a smart move. ]

[ He decides he likes her enough not to ignore the message for now, but typing was hard enough even when he wasn't recovering from double broken arms. ]


I got out. And I'm totally by my own in a corner since that's where I was before all the shit happened.

How's your head?


[ s...shit did he JUST ask someone how they're doing fuck ]

[phaseshifter]

[ Whew. Or... half whew. Being alive and out of Illusory Bullshit Cell Central is good, but being alone is less so. Gosh diddly dang darnit. ]

My head's fine, there's no need to worry about me! I have the pain tolerance of a skag on steroids :TTTT
Are you okay on your own?
Not in the sense that I think you're scared or traumatised or anything (I sincerely doubt you're trembling and peeing your pants in that corner of yours), but it must be incredibly inconvenient to have to do things with your arms in that state, r

 

 

 

Oh my god I just realised what an asshole I am for using text

[sharktrash]

[ she could always ]

[ offer to come and help him ;) ]

You really are.





If it helps, I'm not actually typing

[ He just assumes all tablets have the same features, so he's not going to explain it more than that. It's too bad though, because she can't hear the indignation in his tone when he continues; ]

I'm fine. Not trembling.

And not peeing my pants, though that part was pretty damn difficult to achieve.

[ Also painful but he's not saying that part because he's being a big tough man here who can totally take his pants off without using his arms. :T Isn't that a lovely mental image. ]

@clowncutie92, voice, day 361

[clowngirl]

Heyyyyy.

[This won't be awkward at all.]

So how's my fave flavor of Italian Ice doin'?

@superbia; perma-voice

[sharktrash]

[ Well that's someone he hadn't expected to hear from so soon. Sure, he didn't necessarily take it personally, but there's a certain sourness in a friendship when you're hit in the dick with a brush. ]

[ ...and, you know, he's totally not sympathizing with Flynn's similar situation before. It's fine when he does it! ]

[ At least he can somewhat use his arms again now, which is nice. ]

Still blue in the balls, feels like. And cold clowns?

[clowngirl]

Happens with a lotta guys. [Just usually not literally.] It wasn't nothin' personal.

[How to unsour a friendship, how to unsour a friendship... Oh!] I put in a word for you with Mr. J. 'Least, I tried.

Which is also to say, I called 'im. [Fiiiinally.]

[sharktrash]

Sure it wasn't. [ He doesn't sound particularly mad at least, and his bitterness seems to shift toward interest when she keeps talking. He doesn't exactly care about "a word" one way or another, but -- ] Hey! You fucking did it! How'd it go?

morning 367; action;

[phaseshifter]

[ Well. WELL. It's not every day that you learn that your new friend with fabulous hair is an actual certified murderboy. Not that murdery types are alien to Angel or anything, she just. Usually knows about that kind of thing in advance. So this is new, and it has to be handled carefully.

Which means she spends a whole minute or so thinking before she puts her tablet away and oh-so-casually wanders her way past Squalo. So casual. More casual than casual fridays at Casual Workplace Inc. Casual. ]

Hey, um. Follow me a second? Please. I need you for something.

[ She shoots him a smile - SEE NOTHING IS WRONG AT ALL - before continuing on to an adjoining room. For privacy purposes. ]

 

 

[ privacy purposes that don'T INVOLVE SHARFUCKING, ]

[sharktrash]

[ thEY DON'T??? what a disappointment ]

[ Listen she doesn't know half about his certifications just yet. It's like. If there was a PhD in applied murder he'd probably have like three? Not that it's any worse than Vault Hunters, honestly. ]

[ Anyway, Squalo isn't all too happy about having spent the night with AN ENTIRE GROUP OF PEOPLE (one of which he's tried to bite to death fairly recently), though in retrospect he's maybe a little grateful toward Angel for not letting him make an immediate escape and freeze to death before midnight. So it's only reasonable he hears her out. ]

[ He does give her a somewhat flat, somewhat questioning look that consists mostly of his eyebrows rising higher, but does get up and walk after. Whatever could she need him for in private, huh? ]

[ Except rather than that, he's probably thinking how goddamn easy getting up and walking is when you have TWO! FUNCTIONAL!! ARMS!! right now. Thank fuck for whatever accelerated healing bullshit the Admin had come up with instead of Sun Flames. ]

[ He'll close the door behind himself, expression shifting to slightly amused. SHE'S HITTING ON HIM ISN'T SHE ]

Well?

[phaseshifter]

[ Okay. Good. Here we fucking go. As the door closes, Angel lets her composed pokerface drop in favour of a much more flustered expression. She's fidgety and fiddling with her sweater sleeve and very clearly anxious as fuck.

So yeah she's OBVIOUSLY hitting on him. ]

Dude. You killed Junpei?

[ oh ok nvm ]

Seriously?

[ She's half-whispering, so it's probably a little hard to tell if she's angry or scared or something in between. Spoilers: she's neither. Still gotta be quiet, though - she's pretty sure none of her friends would be rude enough to listen at the door, but. Y'know. There's always Jack. ]

[sharktrash]

[ aw somebody looks nervous -- ]

[ well. of all not even remotely sexual possibilities and reasons she could have wanted to talk to him in secret, this was not one he expected. ]

[ or even considered a possibility. ]

...

[ it's probably visible on his face, his expression shifting away from amusement and toward calculating. he's not really frowning, though. there's no confusion or scandalization there, just vague distaste, as if she'd splorged a bottle of ketchup on her pasta at dinner time. ]

[ ...yeah basically Junpei is a topic equal to vomit and/or cockroaches. ]

Where'd that come from?

[ That's just a bit less confession-y than "How did you find out", but also nowhere near as defiant as "What?! Who said that?" and the like. ]

day 376; @guardian; text;

[phaseshifter]

Quick question!! You're not in a place where shouting might prove deadly, right?
Like the bit in the ice tunnels with the huge icicles or something??

[ because hey you know what if he is then this can TOTALLY wait, ]

@superbia; text

[sharktrash]

[ HOW CONSIDERATE OF HER... TBH HE'S PROBABLY IN THAT AREA but what is keeping up with movements so let's say no immediate danger to be skewered right now ]

I'm not under them

Why

[ what did you do ]

[phaseshifter]

Well *technically* I'm not sure exactly? I mean I don't know the fine details
Which are probably very important in this particular situation, so any urge you have to get mad should be put off until all the information comes to light!
In fact you should probably pet the tiger cat thing just to make sure that you're in a prime not-getting-mad frame of mind. Petting a fuzzy animal is very good for stress!

[ angEL STOP STALLING, ]

So um
I may have died, a little?
BUT I'm already back so it's no big deal!! And I'm 99% sure that it wasn't because I did something self-sacrificing and Angelly!! I wasn't even exploring for the last couple of days I was working on techy things with Rhys
So don't start yelling :CCCCC

 

 

and please don't spite-eat my cupcake

[sharktrash]

[ Okay that is sure a lot of text about nothing all of the sudden -- ]

the tiger cat thing has a name
and loves chewing on my limbs so i'll pass

[ something about smelling like fish probably -- ]

[ okay what. did she just fucking die. after making all those speeches about how she and noodle boy look out for each other and surely nothing bad will happen if they stick together or something ]

[ ALSO DYING IS ALWAYS A BIG DEAL ]

[ she's just gonna get a short video message in turn. it shows Squalo holding eye contact with the camera as he slowly rips a cupcake in half with his teeth. ]

[ ...it's not actually the only cupcake he has, but Angel doesn't need to know that yet because she has been bad ]

@dickcheese, audio day 382: cw dicks

[headjacked]

Siren-on-NonSiren coupling causes major dick shrinkage in 100/100 cases. And then penile explosion, in not-so-rare instances.

Just.

A fun little fact I thought you ought to know.

@superbia; audio; private

[sharktrash]

[ Okay, he's not entirely sure why Rhys would decide to tell him this. Maybe the whole sibling thing is true only from Angel's side? But there's also that allegedly persisting AI with an investment in a certain Siren's purity, so it could be related. ]

[ Either way, this doesn't sound like something that would be said and not followed by outraged shrieking if she was actually around, so. ]

[ They can both suffer. ]

Hey, thanks for the heads-up. Guess I'll just have to find a monster of a dildo then. Thinking something with barbs, I've seen her making eyes at that tiger.

[ Insert some bad dragon -esque shit on the level of detail that should make regular fathers and dudes with crushes uncomfortable in regards to their loved ones here. ]

[ As for the killing blow; ]

...actually, can you upgrade my whole arm so I can set it to "vibrate"?

audio; private: what am i typing

[headjacked]

-- clearly she hasn't given anything up, since you're speaking in the abstract.

[ Rhys' voice is neutral/just a weeeee bit icked out despite the man behind his words sounding barely contained re: all that rage. ]

So. Disrespectful! My dhhhghAngel isn't into being treated like an unstuffed sausage, nor would she appreciate whatever the hell you were alluding to with a tiger. And luckily I can share this with her when we're back together.

[ Assmad, just not enough to immediately knock Rhys out because what fun would that be???

He wants 2 die tho for multiple reasons ]

who even knows

[sharktrash]

That's 'cause I'm being a gentleman. So far.

[ take that as u will ]

[ and then there's some moderately unhinged cackling at the 'unstuffed sausage' comment because that's fucking rich. listen the dude on the other side may sound all calm but squalo wouldn't have lived that long if he was unable to detect the slightest hints of hysterics in the undertones. ]

Cool. Make sure you don't miss any details. You've gotta have that talk with her sooner or later, yeah?