brother_nature | Golden Peacock

That'd be a legitimate threat if you had any idea what I look like. Too bad.

[ Ha ha. He'll just have to find some other unfortunate soul for his faaaaaaaaaaamily pep talks and maybe-violence-tricks. ]

Because superstorms are terrible for city life, of course. Can you imagine trying to go about your business in five feet of snow with rime so thick you have to chip your way out of your house or home?

[ Ah, but she's getting ahead of herself. Mayou audibly catches herself with a hitch of breath, cutting off whatever she was about to say so she can break it down in the simplest terms. ]

Wherever people gather together in numbers, the latent magic gets more concentrated, and the weather tends to worsen. It's called an "etheric rupture". [ Simple, yes? Of course there's more to it than that, but she's sparing him a dissertation. ] My job is a solid fifty-fifty of redirecting bad weather and being an early warning system of sorts. Make sense?

. . .

[ Approximate image of her in Chobe's mind but replace the pony with just some girl jumping up and down. The silence relays he doesn't exactly understand but he's not bothered enough to protest it.]

Sure, I guess. So in cities and shit? Not a problem where I'm from. Does that mean ya could hit me with a lightning strike if ya wanted?

[ Smh she can practically smell the brain cells burning... what's so complicated about her crash course weather for dummies sparknotes, Chobe??? ]

Theoretically, yes. I'll spare you the details.

[ Y'know. Tiny details. As in "Mayou is still working on it". As in... she knows the book part but not the practical part of tossing lightning around. It's fine, he doesn't need to be privy to her homework! ]

Why? Thinking of volunteering as a test subject?

Exactly!

[A knock on the wall, trying to relay his exact position.]

Do it, strike me down right now, if ya can.

[Go Zeus on him girly!!]

[ chobe why must you be like this ]

Nah.

[ Aight look he did specify if she wanted, so... maybe she doesn't want! How about that, huh? Never you mind the whole "I actually don't know how to do that yet" caveat. Its not important. ]

I'm not getting stuck in here with you stinking up the pods if it's more than you can handle.

Booooo. [He leans against the wall to emphasize it. A muffled BOOOOOO.]

One, a body don't decompose that quickly. And two, it can't kill me, but I wanna see how close it can get. Ah well--most of you folks are just kids after all.

[ Boy howdy this sure is her whacking the partition to make him GO AWAY FASTER. 💢 ]

You say that like charred hamburger smells any better. What is it with you and finding interesting ways to die, anyway?

[ get a better hobby, loser ]

[Never!! He eventually backs away from the barrier, laughing as he does so.]

Humans don't smell like beef when they're cooked, if they helps any. And it's reeeally hard to kill me. So think of it as. . .I'm like a scientist! Always testing the limits. Doin' research. Don't I sound like a smart guy?

[ C'mon. She doesn't even need the suit flare to make her be truthful with this answer. ]

Nope.

[ Blunt af. As usual.
He's demonstrated himself to be a handful of things in the short time they've been here, but a "smart guy scientist" takes a little too much suspension of disbelief to really hack it. ]

You're definitely the lab rat part of that equation instead of the scientist.

[CACKLES. He can't even be mad at that, given it was...partially true at some point in his life. He eventually gives a resigned huff.]

Welp, how am I supposed to argue against that? Least ya acknowledge I'm part of the experiment.

Please raise your standards.

[ GOD... she just can't win with this guy. Can't make him mad, can't annoy him, they're reaching such unprecedented levels of dontgiveafuckonium that Mayou's genuinely stumped what to try next. That never happens!!! ]

Nah, maybe you should come down to my level.

[Join in girly that's where all the fun is. Give no fucks and live fancy free. But also be alarmingly attached to your siblings. Don't, don't think too hard on it.

Chobe returns to the sofa on his side, his voice growing distant.]

I'll be nice and say after this whole back and forth. . .yeah, we'll call you the winner. Not sure if ya feel like a winner, but wasn't a waste of my time.

Gee, thanks. I'll treasure this memory forever.

[ If her tone was any flatter it'd be a pancake. He poses a good question though; does she feel like a winner? Well... no, not really, at least not in the way she usually would. Where's the satisfaction of getting a rise out of someone? Where's the smugness that she'll get to hoard like a precious pearl for later?

Whatever this feeling is, she doesn't like it. ]

How long did they say we're supposed to be in here? An hour? Half? I forgot.

Half an hour so, according to the suits out there. [See, he pays attention! Sometimes!]

So guess our little chat's coming to an end. Why, disappointed?

Are you?

[ HMPH. This rude guy. No way she'll ever see him again, right? There's a gazillion people stuffed in this hell casino anyway.
~~ha ha~~ ]

Actually... don't answer that. I probably don't want to know.

[Heckin cackles.]

Then a mystery it remains.

Take care, girly. Hope ya make up with your family soon.

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