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(VIDEO) — UN: BANANA HAMA ➤ OMEN'S POV
(OOC TL;DR: progress day is a holiday in the arcane series. the two dumbass sisters decided to celebrate it by doing the hot sauce challenge and eating seafood. they get to one particular sauce where they cry and die. not actually die on camera but jinx turns into a squid afterwards and vi gets mad at the sauce for turning baby sis so she consumes it all because idk, stupidity. sisterly love bonding!)
[a slow exhale as vi leans away, a sheen of vileblood sweat glistening on her brow. (on closer inspection, should one care to look: it’s on her neck, too.) her cheeks flush with that telltale green sheen, her mouth opens as if to speak and …a small burp comes out. it could also be a word. It is a word. that word is :]
Fuck.
Heh, what’s the matter, big sister? Strugglin’?
[ jinx, who is also sweating just a bit, smirks over to the other with her cheek resting against her palm.]
[is vi struggling? that’s a question she isn’t quite able to answer without shifting her chakra around - so that answer’s definitely yes, but she’s not admitting that. that would be defeat, and she’s not about to be defeated by food.]
Me? [a shake of her head, a bit of a lie but a bit of a truth, too. if she can still form words she’s not been bested - she isn’t ready to throw in the towel, and it only feels like fire. it’s awful.] Fine. I’m fine. [a cough] Great. Super.
[ looking over with a shit-eating grin on her face, jinx chuckles (also coughing between the giggles) before a ganders over to mr.bananas' glowing and recording eyes. ]
It’s Progress Day, everybody...! A day where ya show off your best stuff. Tell us what you’ve done amazing so far. And if it’s impressive, maa~aaybe you’ll get noticed by us, the judges. Could get a prize. I won last year. Got a lil’ nifty — (clears throat ) — shiny glowy gem for being the best.
[ what’s vi done that’s amazing? does hiding her reaction to a mouth full of fire count? blinking, a growing shine on her skin and bloom in her cheeks, vi reaches for a small bottle on the table - one among the collection of bottles - it’s innocuous looking comparatively, except maybe the green missile on it giving a hint of what’s to come. that’s not literal, right? gotta be an exaggeration. But of course she has to up the ante. of course she’s going to show off.]
[the lack of input vi is giving takes the baby sister’s attention away from her omen then to sibling. curiously, she leans in –- neck stretches out to get a better look of the bottle too.]
Ooooo ♪ — “Da bomb”, eh? Speakin’ my language. A sauce after my own heart.
[oh yeah. context. that’s a thing anyone watching might need. So vi will take a breath and clear that up.]
Everyone knows I like a challenge. We like a challenge, so that’s what’s happening. Nothing like celebrating Progress Day than a progression of a little heat. [a small pause as she sniffs, exhaling again. she’s got this.]
[ jinx snorts at that comment and gives vi an obnoxious elbow jab to her ribcage.]
Aw, look at cha! Comin’ up with poetry.
[the elbow jab’s a fabulous cover for a wince she’s been holding in for a couple minutes now, and the observant will absolutely catch that as she lets out another cough. when she raises her head she winks at her sister (who can probably feel the beating vi’s taking from that last sauce) and twirls the small bottle in her fingers. flips it up into the air and catches it. audibly scoffs.]
The Bomb. Yeah, right. This’ll be cake. [but! since that would be kinda disgusting (what deviant puts hot sauce on cake ffs?the answer is vi. she would at least try it. she reaches across the table toward a bowl of seafood, plucks a shrimp from the top and generously pours the sauce onto it, holding it up for inspection. holding it up as a challenge. there’s a whole vibe of dare me? going on here.]
[ is her sister really sitting here and showboating? If she isn’t, jinx is definitely getting that energy from her – in which she just eye rolls in response. Snatching the bottle for her own, she pours it on her own shrimp and wastes no time to swallow it whole. Easy peasy, it’s just sauce. Sure, they’ve been a roller coaster ride of hot, but she’s been holding it all down okay. mostly. ]
The prize, by the way, is a lil’ secre—
[ — her face immediately drops; eyes wide as if she just witnessed a ghost floating by in broad daylight. There’s a tiny squeak of her attempt to say something, but it leads to her ducking her head down below the table. And steadily, jinx sinks off her own seat and onto the floor – no longer being in mr.banana's view.]
[simultaneously, vi pops the shrimp into her mouth with no care that hell is coming for her (maybe), not having the sense to watch and wait for jinx’s reaction before plowing ahead, and she makes a face like pfffft for all of three seconds before she just …stops making that face. the face that follows it is pure shock, and a mounting dread of realization on its heels.]
I see why they call it Da Bomb—
[all attempts to play it off, to make some joke about how it really blows are lost as the sauce works its magic like a truth serum, sending her filter out the door, and one hand flailing in the air to slam back down on the table as a fist. It’s the last sentence that comes out fully formed without a flurry of coughs. desperate, hilarious gasps for air.]
—that bitch just blew up in my mouth.
[she can’t even smirk. she did this to herself, and now she’s stuck paying the price. the price is:
(high)]
Hot! Fuck. That’s—-
[meanwhile, jinx has been gagging or at least doing her best to not vomit. if she did, that would mean she or vi would have to clean it up and that’s disgusting on its own. but suddenly, she jumps up to her feet with a loud WOO! and bounces around behind her sister; pacing.]
Progress Day….!! Happy fuckin— aaahhh-owww.
[it’s hitting her a second time and her cockiness is evaporating into whines. If anyone hears closely, there’s a whimper of her saying, "make it stttooooop..." as she bends over in violent coughs.]
[vi could cheat. She could bite the inside of her cheek and make it numb and this would all go away (probably?) but that’s unthinkable. It’s extra unthinkable because jinx would know, and she’s not about to give a win to this tiny, stupid bottle of poison.]
—not sauce. It’s—-
[a burp makes its exit and with it so does a flurry of black smoke - its almost as if fang doesn’t want to inhabit the same body as this substance. (it’s exactly like that) - and the wolfdog forms, curls and shoots vi a disgusted look before making an equally disgusted blep towards bananas. In case anyone wondered how bad this truly was. the poor monkey takes a small step back because wow, rude. don't blep in front of his face.
if vi’s face was green before, then it’s so much brighter now, and she reaches toward her sister, unsure if the steady rising heat is in her own mouth or part of the bond (gotta move that chakra around agai—
—nope), this is happening. a middle finger at the bottle and then another as her eyes begin to spill tears of torment. yeah, that’s the sound of fang laughing now. after all, they did this to themselves.]
Uhm!! Should I keep recording? This... doesn't look fun anymore. I should help, right?
[if vi wanted help then maybe she should have asked fang if this was a good idea. she noses at jinx before pushing a glass of milk toward the girl, but not toward vi. vi’s already bristling at the idea of milk, and she’s leaning away from it even as every bit of sense in her is screaming drink the fucking milk violet. she snubs it before it’s even offered - fuck the milk. twin thoughts fight:
this is fine, i’ve got this. it’s not that bad.
i’m going to die. this is what fuckin’ takes me out.
choked out, to the bottle, amidst a series of retches:]
Dick move.
[there’s no more commentary from jinx. no more cracking jokes, no more arrogant statements. even with the offer of a glass of milk, she doesn’t take it. not because she’s too proud, it’s because she is experiencing a lot of pain in her stomach. And with a very aggressive hiccup, her body shifts vigorously to her squid form with tentacles flopping against the floor for help. or death. Whichever comes first. and now things seem to be moving!!! the live recording of this gets waver around of this said omen rushing over to aid his sleeper. luckily though, there's a nice bucket of water not too far off so he scoops up squid jinx then flops her in.
as for the squid, there's a lot of bubbles she makes underwater, but jinx seems to be at peace??? ]
No. You don’t get to—
[the view tears away from squid jinx now up to the other idiot beside him.]
[hiccup. and she is now addressing the bottle, half out of her seat and unable to break the one sided staredown she’s having with the sauce of evil formerly known as da bomb.]
—-you made her squid, you evil little shit! I’m gonna—
[should she punch the bottle? probably. that’s probably 100% more sane than the other route she takes to end its existence.]
—end you.
[an upending of the bottle, and a chug of the rest of it - down the hatch it goes before she throws the bottle on the ground.
she’ll laugh about this later. there are no words for this burn right now. she’s not sure if there’s air. this sauce? it came from the unfathomable mass, she’s sure of it in this moment. it’s vile and unrelenting, and she’s regretting being able to retain human form. maybe being a squid would bring relief.]
[a slow exhale as vi leans away, a sheen of vileblood sweat glistening on her brow. (on closer inspection, should one care to look: it’s on her neck, too.) her cheeks flush with that telltale green sheen, her mouth opens as if to speak and …a small burp comes out. it could also be a word. It is a word. that word is :]
Fuck.
Heh, what’s the matter, big sister? Strugglin’?
[ jinx, who is also sweating just a bit, smirks over to the other with her cheek resting against her palm.]
[is vi struggling? that’s a question she isn’t quite able to answer without shifting her chakra around - so that answer’s definitely yes, but she’s not admitting that. that would be defeat, and she’s not about to be defeated by food.]
Me? [a shake of her head, a bit of a lie but a bit of a truth, too. if she can still form words she’s not been bested - she isn’t ready to throw in the towel, and it only feels like fire. it’s awful.] Fine. I’m fine. [a cough] Great. Super.
[ looking over with a shit-eating grin on her face, jinx chuckles (also coughing between the giggles) before a ganders over to mr.bananas' glowing and recording eyes. ]
It’s Progress Day, everybody...! A day where ya show off your best stuff. Tell us what you’ve done amazing so far. And if it’s impressive, maa~aaybe you’ll get noticed by us, the judges. Could get a prize. I won last year. Got a lil’ nifty — (clears throat ) — shiny glowy gem for being the best.
[ what’s vi done that’s amazing? does hiding her reaction to a mouth full of fire count? blinking, a growing shine on her skin and bloom in her cheeks, vi reaches for a small bottle on the table - one among the collection of bottles - it’s innocuous looking comparatively, except maybe the green missile on it giving a hint of what’s to come. that’s not literal, right? gotta be an exaggeration. But of course she has to up the ante. of course she’s going to show off.]
[the lack of input vi is giving takes the baby sister’s attention away from her omen then to sibling. curiously, she leans in –- neck stretches out to get a better look of the bottle too.]
Ooooo ♪ — “Da bomb”, eh? Speakin’ my language. A sauce after my own heart.
[oh yeah. context. that’s a thing anyone watching might need. So vi will take a breath and clear that up.]
Everyone knows I like a challenge. We like a challenge, so that’s what’s happening. Nothing like celebrating Progress Day than a progression of a little heat. [a small pause as she sniffs, exhaling again. she’s got this.]
[ jinx snorts at that comment and gives vi an obnoxious elbow jab to her ribcage.]
Aw, look at cha! Comin’ up with poetry.
[the elbow jab’s a fabulous cover for a wince she’s been holding in for a couple minutes now, and the observant will absolutely catch that as she lets out another cough. when she raises her head she winks at her sister (who can probably feel the beating vi’s taking from that last sauce) and twirls the small bottle in her fingers. flips it up into the air and catches it. audibly scoffs.]
The Bomb. Yeah, right. This’ll be cake. [but! since that would be kinda disgusting (what deviant puts hot sauce on cake ffs?
[ is her sister really sitting here and showboating? If she isn’t, jinx is definitely getting that energy from her – in which she just eye rolls in response. Snatching the bottle for her own, she pours it on her own shrimp and wastes no time to swallow it whole. Easy peasy, it’s just sauce. Sure, they’ve been a roller coaster ride of hot, but she’s been holding it all down okay. mostly. ]
The prize, by the way, is a lil’ secre—
[ — her face immediately drops; eyes wide as if she just witnessed a ghost floating by in broad daylight. There’s a tiny squeak of her attempt to say something, but it leads to her ducking her head down below the table. And steadily, jinx sinks off her own seat and onto the floor – no longer being in mr.banana's view.]
[simultaneously, vi pops the shrimp into her mouth with no care that hell is coming for her (maybe), not having the sense to watch and wait for jinx’s reaction before plowing ahead, and she makes a face like pfffft for all of three seconds before she just …stops making that face. the face that follows it is pure shock, and a mounting dread of realization on its heels.]
I see why they call it Da Bomb—
[all attempts to play it off, to make some joke about how it really blows are lost as the sauce works its magic like a truth serum, sending her filter out the door, and one hand flailing in the air to slam back down on the table as a fist. It’s the last sentence that comes out fully formed without a flurry of coughs. desperate, hilarious gasps for air.]
—that bitch just blew up in my mouth.
[she can’t even smirk. she did this to herself, and now she’s stuck paying the price. the price is:
(high)]
Hot! Fuck. That’s—-
[meanwhile, jinx has been gagging or at least doing her best to not vomit. if she did, that would mean she or vi would have to clean it up and that’s disgusting on its own. but suddenly, she jumps up to her feet with a loud WOO! and bounces around behind her sister; pacing.]
Progress Day….!! Happy fuckin— aaahhh-owww.
[it’s hitting her a second time and her cockiness is evaporating into whines. If anyone hears closely, there’s a whimper of her saying, "make it stttooooop..." as she bends over in violent coughs.]
[vi could cheat. She could bite the inside of her cheek and make it numb and this would all go away (probably?) but that’s unthinkable. It’s extra unthinkable because jinx would know, and she’s not about to give a win to this tiny, stupid bottle of poison.]
—not sauce. It’s—-
[a burp makes its exit and with it so does a flurry of black smoke - its almost as if fang doesn’t want to inhabit the same body as this substance. (it’s exactly like that) - and the wolfdog forms, curls and shoots vi a disgusted look before making an equally disgusted blep towards bananas. In case anyone wondered how bad this truly was. the poor monkey takes a small step back because wow, rude. don't blep in front of his face.
if vi’s face was green before, then it’s so much brighter now, and she reaches toward her sister, unsure if the steady rising heat is in her own mouth or part of the bond (gotta move that chakra around agai—
—nope), this is happening. a middle finger at the bottle and then another as her eyes begin to spill tears of torment. yeah, that’s the sound of fang laughing now. after all, they did this to themselves.]
Uhm!! Should I keep recording? This... doesn't look fun anymore. I should help, right?
[if vi wanted help then maybe she should have asked fang if this was a good idea. she noses at jinx before pushing a glass of milk toward the girl, but not toward vi. vi’s already bristling at the idea of milk, and she’s leaning away from it even as every bit of sense in her is screaming drink the fucking milk violet. she snubs it before it’s even offered - fuck the milk. twin thoughts fight:
this is fine, i’ve got this. it’s not that bad.
i’m going to die. this is what fuckin’ takes me out.
choked out, to the bottle, amidst a series of retches:]
Dick move.
[there’s no more commentary from jinx. no more cracking jokes, no more arrogant statements. even with the offer of a glass of milk, she doesn’t take it. not because she’s too proud, it’s because she is experiencing a lot of pain in her stomach. And with a very aggressive hiccup, her body shifts vigorously to her squid form with tentacles flopping against the floor for help. or death. Whichever comes first. and now things seem to be moving!!! the live recording of this gets waver around of this said omen rushing over to aid his sleeper. luckily though, there's a nice bucket of water not too far off so he scoops up squid jinx then flops her in.
as for the squid, there's a lot of bubbles she makes underwater, but jinx seems to be at peace??? ]
No. You don’t get to—
[the view tears away from squid jinx now up to the other idiot beside him.]
[hiccup. and she is now addressing the bottle, half out of her seat and unable to break the one sided staredown she’s having with the sauce of evil formerly known as da bomb.]
—-you made her squid, you evil little shit! I’m gonna—
[should she punch the bottle? probably. that’s probably 100% more sane than the other route she takes to end its existence.]
—end you.
[an upending of the bottle, and a chug of the rest of it - down the hatch it goes before she throws the bottle on the ground.
she’ll laugh about this later. there are no words for this burn right now. she’s not sure if there’s air. this sauce? it came from the unfathomable mass, she’s sure of it in this moment. it’s vile and unrelenting, and she’s regretting being able to retain human form. maybe being a squid would bring relief.]
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Thank you, Mister Bananas! This world is very strange, and I don't understand all of it, but I make a careful study of it when I can. I spend a lot of time listening to people who know better than me. You and Jinx are also very clever, and good with machinery; I can barely change the needle on my sewing machine!
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I made clothes for my dolls when I was little. Perhaps we could work together to make toys for the children in town.
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[jinx's dolls are all going to have replicas of the clothes sansa has made for her by the time she wakes up]
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I should appreciate it very much if you would introduce me to them, so I don't make any mistakes.
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There's milk in the icebox, too. You had better give some to Vi; sometimes Fang likes to play the goblin when she feels Vi has been silly. I'll try to find buttermilk to bring home, in case she gets a bellyache.
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