brother_nature | Golden Peacock

NOPE, too late! Whatever ya say first is yer true feelings.

[Ignore that html flub!! Chobe cackles on his end. Anyone who answers that quickly has their mind fully made up, though the immediate regret is funny. He taps at the wall.]

Best get to prickin'! What, did ya remember someone you'd miss?

[ G R O A N. This is the worst game... truly a hell of her own making.
There isn't the bang-crack-shatter report of broken glass that would come with actually breaking a bottle to follow his example, but she doesn't need glass anyway. Instead, Mayou chills her hands, merging the ice cubes cupped in her palms into a sturdy needle-pointed icicle without a second thought.

Stabcicle. Way cooler. ]

Less 'miss' and more 'find a new job'.

[ If she sounds a bit reproachful (and somewhat muffled), it's because her newly bleeding finger has been promptly stuffed into her mouth. That stings! ]

Can't do anything without pact partners, now can I? [ Huff. ] Are you okay with being alone?

[He would indeed have mad respect for the term stabcicle. He snorts lightly, shaking his head even though she can't see.]

Haah, so it'd just be an inconvenience? That's pretty sad--unless a pact partner is like some kinda lover or somethin'.

As for me? Nah. I gotta look after my bro, after all. I wouldn't be where I am without 'em. You don't get stronger without havin' someone to fight for.

Are you always this clingy?

[ Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. What is this "fighting for other people" snake oil he's trying to sell, huh? ]

It's like you have no idea how to exist on your own.

[ aight look a little pushback is due for the sad comment okay ]

S'all part of being a big brother. I can change, I can grow, even become a monster if it means my family thrives. So being here? It sucks, but I rather it be me than him. So long as I'm protecting him, I'm the only one that has to change.

[Which is a long winded way of saying he absolutely is clingy but doesn't mind being alone if it's in service of his brother. Slaps Chobe's forehead, you can fits so many complexes in this guy.]

Are ya tryin' to get under my skin? You're gonna have to try harder than that, girly.

[ Ha ha wow that sure is a super loud and obnoxious yawn from her side at the first hint of more Big Brother's Family Time Podcast... but do go on, she's totally listening! Something something growing monsters and protecting change? ]

Funny you'd take it that way, but no. [ Lie. ] Just an observation.

[ You're gonna have to try harder than that, he says, and that's what has Mayou tuning right back in. No idea how she's going to deliver on something like that since Chobe's got her beat in just not caring, but that doesn't stop her mouth from writing a check her brain can't cash. ]

Is that an invitation? You might regret it, you know.

[Wow!! Get her siblings on the line he needs to have a word with them--why aren't they crazy family obsessed weirdos like him!!]

I've never regretted a single thing in my life. Can you say the same?

[But, he leans against the partition, curious by her renewed sass.]

But yeah, go for it. Lemme hear yer deep cuts.

[ Hell no, she doesn't want him rubbing off his crazy family obsession on them!!!!! They're already bad enough.
Hmmmm. A deep cut... which means something pointed, no? Incisive? Mulling over what she knows about Chobe so far isn't super helpful since this whole conversation has just been some variant of kumbayah get along stuff. ]

Your hobby is codependency with the volume cranked up.

[ hans christian blandersen over here smh ]

If your bro ever kicks the bucket, you'll have to slap together a whole new personality from the ground up.

Nah, that won't happen. We're immortal.

[He just drops that casually, factually. Get you a sibling that you can spend all of eternity with until you both get bored!!]

Hobby wise we've got a few differences. [Chobe being the more violent and crude brother, though Toma is not shy to murder either.] But taking care of him is my priority, so ya ain't entirely wrong, heh. Still, if I were to die somehow, he'll have plenty to do without me.

Immortal. Of course you are.

[ So resigned... escape from the Chobe gravity well in this life is futile, apparently. ]

So are you human or not? I'm going to assume 'no', since that's not normal.

[ Has she been talking to an eldritch lovecraftian horror all this time without realizing it? On one hand that's actually pretty fucking cool, but on the other, she's suddenly very glad the partition is in place. The stabbing, the bloodlust, doesn't that explain a lot? ]

[Congrats on her horrible new friend!!]

Human, monster, that's up to you! Even before I became immortal folks called me a monster, so there's not much of a difference to me. It's more like, I've got an extended lifetime of doin' whatever the fuck I want with my fave person! Pretty sweet deal, eh?

[Though she's not totally wrong about the eldritch horror. He is part plant now, but he's not going to admit that yet.]

If ya ever see me face to face, I'll show ya a trick~ That aside, ya don't sound all that surprised. Ya mentioned something about familiars before too, so I'm guessing you're used to magic bullshit.

[ s u f f e r i n g ]

..........................the trick is just more violence, isn't it.

[ Not even bothering to make that sound like a question. He knows it, she knows it, why beat around the bush? ]

Ah, yeah, that "magical bullshit" is the job I was talking about — weather witch. Rain and stuff, y'know?

........only some violence! [Maybe like, 50% violence! He can do non-violent things!!]

Hoooh, now that's something I've never heard before. Whole ass weather manipulation! If you could do that where I'm from, they'd think you were a god. So what, you just make rain clouds for yer garden or what?

Uh-huh. Right. If that "some violence" is going to be directed at or include me in any capacity, then you can forget it.

[ Nice try, faceless eldritch nightmare creature. She's on to you!!! ]

You got a problem with me not wanting to waste my time with a watering can or something?

[ "Just rain clouds" he says. The audacity! Not... that he's wrong, necessarily, but it's the principle of the thing; this is her life's work they're talking about, after all. ]

...technically, yes. But think bigger: snow, storms, gales, thunder and lightning, you name it. The smaller stuff is leagues easier in the planning stage than the big stuff.

You don't get a choice now, you're in too deep! [She can absolutely avoid him,

She can't see his curious headtilt, like a dog not exactly understanding the concept of a statue or such. He can imagine the scale, sure, he's seen a lot of wild shit in his life, but. . .]

Okay, but why? Is your earth fucked or somethin'? Nature does that already. Just doin' it cuz ya can?

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.

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