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brother_nature) wrote2025-02-02 11:00 pm
brother_nature) wrote2025-02-02 11:00 pmGolden Peacock - Inbox
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brother_nature) wrote2025-02-02 11:00 pm
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But once the storm clears out of his room, his body, does in fact, recover. Takes a bit longer due to basically being set on fire from the inside out but. Whatever works. The recovery is a bit graphic, but she doesn't need to know that.
Sometime, probably hours, if not a day or so later, Chobe is trudging toward the gardens again to see if she's hanging out there. He looks the same as ever, aside from his very charred pants, or at least what remains of them, and like, zero shirt. He's going to have to go get shit later.]
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Alas. A sharp 'crack' noise precedes the abrupt snuffing out of her flame and a disappointing puff of smoke from her fingers. ]
Still off? Damn it.
[ Mayou waves away the sooty cloud with an annoyed flap of her hand, eyes flicking over to the approaching (self-proclaimed) Bandit King; boy, does Chobe look a whole lot scruffier than she remembers.
Looking up—
Looking down— ]
...........you ignored the warning, didn't you.
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[He chose to disregard it. Totally different! He sneers at the puff of smoke from her hand. He's had enough of being set on fire and fried for one day. ]
Just though you'd like to know? I'm still standing, couldn't keep me down. Maybe your lightning ain't so strong.
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[ Pointedly staring at his ragged ass pants. If he's just here get snippy about not being fatally electrocuted, she's going to go back to paging through the book on her lap.
Interesting... so he can withstand the portable stuff just fine, huh? ]
Noted. Seems like you'll need something more hands-on than just a fulgur stone.
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[He feels like he was just called something vulgar?? But no, she's referring to the stone. He squats, frowning. He may be physically fine now, but he's very much irritated. Partially because it was his own fault, and partially because it wasn't a stronger hit.]
If you can make shit like that, you could be tearing this place apart, ya know. What the hell are you wasting time laying around for?
[She could be committing casino terrorism! Why would she skip out on that??]
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[ Chobe squatting in her light gets an irritable noise in complaint and a lean further to the side without looking up from her book. Rude ass. Can't he see she's in the middle of something important here? If he asks for a refund she might snap at him for interrupting her study time! ]
Anything bigger takes way more time and energy, so... why bother with all that headache? I don't care about chips.
[ She's lazy!!!! Get off her case, Chobe! ]
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[He leans over in her light more!! Mostly squinting with his good eye--what is she reading up on?
Though, he's quickly distracted from his snooping at that last bit. Chobe doesn't really have to worry about chips--he'll just steal shit and deal with the consequences, but even he knows every world runs on money. He cocks his head.]
Hah? You don't care? How are you even alive?
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[ UM????? Excuse you sir can you not?!
To nobody's surprise, the book she's reading is boring academia shit on thermodynamics, airflow, combustion, etc. Lots of confusing diagrams and word spaghetti that looks like a scientist got way too drunk and started making up terms with a can of alphabet soup.
Aaaaaaaanyway she's gonna shove his face out of her space pronto. Get outta here, dude. ]
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[It's like shoving a cat away from from a glass of water. Let him stick his nose in it!! He swats lightly, clicking his tongue.]
How the hell do you get chips? You look like you'd call gambling "too much trouble." And more importantly, what's all that gibberish? You gonna tell me magic's written in books now?
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[ That's absolutely not what he means. He knows it. She knows it. Still gotta sprinkle in a couple barbs here and there to keep up appearances, you know? God forbid things get too buddy-buddy.
AHEM. Anyway. Back to the topic of chips: ]
You realize hooking up with someone comes with a fat bonus of chips for your account, right?
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I know how a fire fucking works, and ya don't need a book for that. Should I demonstrate by burning yours?
[Not that he could. Chobe's talent lies in his raw strength and the manipulation of his plant like body. Even if most fire can't permanently kill him, he still rather not deal with it.
But he's distracted from thoughts of ruining her personal property, looking genuinely surprised.]
. . .Eh? You got some takers? Well damn, guess some folks like 'em young.
[He will not acknowledge she's as old as his brother. Hypocrisy what hypocrisy.]
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The book on her lap gets shut with just a tiny bit more force than necessary. Technically she's not done with smacking her head against this frustrating lack of progress just yet, but how is she supposed to concentrate with this bandit bastard throwing off her train of thought like this?
Mayou's reply isn't all spit and vinegar over having her game questioned like this, but boy she is not impressed. ]
I'm eighteen.
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. . .
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Nah.
[He simply decides to reject that reality. Not because it's unbelievable at all, she's a perfectly normal 18 year old, and he's from the 1700s, girls were getting married at 15 and 16. Nah, he's just firmly slotted her in his head as "younger" and figures it would annoy her. Because isn't that what matters?]
You shouldn't lie, it's real uncute of ya. You're just too much of a kid, I'm afraid!
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[ Mayou cups a hand by her ear performatively - the good old I can't hear you~ act paired with the most uninterested monotone voice she's ever uttered in her lifetime. ]
You don't want a better thunderbolt? Well alright, if you say so...
[ Look, she's already figured out annoying Chobe and then ignoring him gets results. Anyone could see this coming from miles away. ]
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Hoooh? That implies you could do any better. It's okay if ya can't, yer just a little tike after all!
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Behold her grand revenge: Mayou yawns theatrically, scoots around so her back faces him, and promptly resumes her very best Error 404: Chobe Has Ceased To Exist act without the slightest hint of remorse. Woooow the cloud screens are extra... uh... screen-y(?) today. ]
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He really has no reason to be bothered. So she ignores him, so what! He has better things to do. And he's a grown ass man, he doesn't need the validation and attention of some brat.
. . .
So anyway he's down on all fours trying to peek over her shoulder like a horrible gremlin man. PAY ATTENTION TO THE BANDIT.]
Oi, you think playin' dumb is gonna get ya off the hook? Showin' yer back to someone is a good way to get stabbed, ya know!
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Hmmm.
[ She really should be more upset about this, but -------- nah. Playing it cool seems to be the best silver bullet for dealing with his particular brand of chaos, so she's content to observe Chobe's sunny disposition with the polite disinterest of someone roped into a surprise MLM party.
The expectant pause stretches.......... ]
Do you even have a knife on you?
[ ...she's legitimately curious, alright. What's with this fascination for stabbing—? ]
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Hoooh? That get your attention?
Knives, swords, pokers--all great for stabbin'! But I don't need any of 'em to get the job done.
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...so the answer is 'no'. Don't puff yourself up over nothing.
[ Sounds an awful lot like this bandit King has no clothes or stabbing utensils. Bandits these days are so unprepared smh ]
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Of course she does, but she's likely clocked that for all his posturing and temper? Chobe won't kill someone he likes. Or at the very least, someone he finds mildly entertaining or useful.
. . .
Doesn't mean he won't threaten them though!]
That ain't what I said, is it?
[Suddenly she'll feel something sharp and pointed at her back, just the tip lightly pressing at her. If she turns around, she'll see it's a dagger-like vine. And it's protruding from his chest.]
Lookie here, no hands.
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Oh?????
Mayou's eyes widen fractionally when she twists around to get a good look at whatever the hell he's whipped out now. That's... ]
Huh.
[ Nope. Not gonna do the reasonable thing here and be freaked all the way out by Chobe sprouting a Scallion Spear™ to menace her spine with. Ohhhh no. See, this little discovery promotes him from significant annoyance to person of interest whether he likes it or not.
Her questionable sense of self-preservation is once again on full display as she shuffles around to face him properly, leaning in to study the very pointy and very real vine growth with crystal clear fascination up to and including prodding it with a fingertip. ]
That's not any kind of transformative magic I've ever seen before.
[ Poke poke. Well, at least she's taking care not to accidentally impale herself. ]
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Scallion Spear. How dare. Chobe scowls, scooting back, suddenly disarmed. For as used to weird looks as he is, he's always unsettled when someone isn't frightened or alarmed by his powers. You gotta be a different kind of fucked up to think it's actually cool or fascinating, he thinks.]
It ain't no transformative nothin', don't be calling it some made up book shit!
[And now poking?? He retracts the vine, letting it sink and disappear into his chest.]
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Hate to break it to you, but throwing a tantrum like that at your age? Seriously uncute.
[ Ha ha oops did she just reverse uno Chobe's own sass back at him.... sure sounds like it! Incidentally, Mayou's still squinting at the spot where that vine disappeared into his body like she's trying to figure out what kind of black magic sleight of hand trick he pulled. ]
What, are you self-conscious or something?
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He crosses his arms, frowning.]
If I was self conscious I wouldn't be out here half naked and my muscles still spasming. Folks who ain't scared of my power tend to be even more fucked up than I am.
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