brother_nature | Golden Peacock

[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.

[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.

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