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[givehead]

Turning 21 has been a completely underrated experience. I was expecting the blackout and loss of time. Even the warping to a new place isn't out of the realm of estimated probability.

But being genetically altered is a plot twist. I assume it is so we can fuck the monsters.

I call dibs on the raven dude.

cw: looots of kink/fetish/nsfw jokes/conversation going on in this here post.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

While I'm sure I wouldn't mind rolling up in a ball with your uncle, [amazing he can dictate that with a straight face,] my people do believe in a separation of these powers.

We also take our duties very seriously and wield our power lightly. [Though large parts of Nephele might disagree.]

There should be no issue on that front.

Now, if he snores...

[onekindsoul]

Yeah- For the most part we do too. We were kind of wanted for treason in that kingdom back home. Kind of a jerk move when you have all that power and don't any of it on what's it meant for.

Either way- It sounds like the two of you should get along on that front.

....Ough. Yeah. You might want to go somewhere else- He's old and sounds like a lawnmower getting in a fight with a tree branch when he sleeps.

Sorry for your luck.

[unsheathedfromreality]

Tyrants don't change much, do they?

What did they charge you with treason for? [One mislabeled traitor to another.]

Alas! How unfortunate. Then if I go deaf as well, I'll know it's meant to be.

Until then maybe I have him out for drinks and we swap war stories. He can stick with his other blind guy.

[Just as well, too, since he's not in the market for a long-term lover.

Maybe not in the market at all. (Maybe it was good not to be.)]

[onekindsoul]

If they do it's usually to double down and get worse.

So he was in charge of the military, police force and huntsmen of his kingdom. And when push came to shove he decided to run away with all the protective forces and abandon an city to fend for itself without at least trying to evacuate it.

I called him out for it at first just to a few people I made sure people knew what he was doing. First just to whoever I could get a hold of but eventually to the entire world. He didn't appreciate it.

It's a shame that true love is always so fleeting!

He'd probably appreciate that. I keep telling him he has to make more friends his own age.

[unsheathedfromreality]

That old story. [One can almost feel the disgust coming off the words.] I assume his troops were drawn from his own people. Did any of them object to this?

Huntsmen?

How did the world take it?

[...He breaks into a grin at that last line.]

Is your uncle human?

If so, I should hope he's not my age, though there's no allowing for how long they might live on other worlds.

[onekindsoul]

They were and not right away.
We did have a few change their mind as things went along.

It's kind of a seperate group of defenders our world has. We have these monsters called Grimm. Huntsmen are supposed to protect people from them, without being bound to any one kingdom. Atlas is the one exception to that and tends to horde a lot of them to themselves.

I actually don't really know. Global communications have been down in my world for awhile. We managed to get them up long enough for me to send out a message, but it got cut off before it could finish. So I'm not really sure.

He is human! But he can also be a bird sometimes.
How old are you?

[unsheathedfromreality]

[Some distant part of him is still capable of visceral disgust at hearing that not right away.

He reminds himself those soldiers were under pressures he knows nothing about, on a world he knows nothing about. They were doubtless lied to, propagandized; maybe they believed their families would be safe, or that their Prince leader had planned more than a shameless self-serving retreat.

It doesn't quite work. A few really seals it.]

What price did Atlas offer for that kind of loyalty if you weren't supposed to bind yourself?

If you ever do find out, I'd like to know.

Somewhere in my six-hundred-fifties before I died. Four or five years after that.