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deernet2022-01-09 04:53 pm
measuringdicks) wrote in deernet2022-01-09 04:53 pm
video; un: trashmouth
Hey, guys!
[Richie looks much, much better than he did last month, now: he had mostly been a depressed mess through the past couple of months since Eddie left, but now he looks healthier. He's outside the Turtle Cove clinic right now, and if you look carefully in the background you'll see Venkman the Mimikyu riding atop S'mores the direwolf, the two of them patrolling around the clinic.]
First: welcome to Trench, newbies. If this is your first time hopping universes, the first thing you should know is that places like this tend to get very bloody and messy every month or so. Kind of like me fucking your mom while she's on her period, but with way more death and people getting fucked up. [This from the fifteen-year-old.] Anyway, if things go to shit and you need help, or a place to stay safe for a while, come to Turtle Cove. Just follow the turtles painted around town.
Second: Eddie [and Richie's breath still briefly hitches, his smile slipping before he steels himself and pushes his glasses back up his nose,] Eddie had a thing going where he was collecting people's blood samples for research. He wanted to see what kinda shit our blood could do here—if you haven't noticed, our blood is weird now, and from what I've learned, [thanks to Eddie and now Nehan,] different blood types have different effects and can be used to craft different things.
Since Eddie's—gone, that means I'm the one who needs to keep that going too. So—come over with a sample of your blood. I solemnly swear I'm not gonna do anything fucked-up with it.
Oh, and the last time I posted, I was asking for healers. I also want Blood Ministers now too, or just anybody who's pretty good at blood magic. Again, not for anything fucked-up, I just wanna make sure that I don't fuck up this project.
[Richie looks much, much better than he did last month, now: he had mostly been a depressed mess through the past couple of months since Eddie left, but now he looks healthier. He's outside the Turtle Cove clinic right now, and if you look carefully in the background you'll see Venkman the Mimikyu riding atop S'mores the direwolf, the two of them patrolling around the clinic.]
First: welcome to Trench, newbies. If this is your first time hopping universes, the first thing you should know is that places like this tend to get very bloody and messy every month or so. Kind of like me fucking your mom while she's on her period, but with way more death and people getting fucked up. [This from the fifteen-year-old.] Anyway, if things go to shit and you need help, or a place to stay safe for a while, come to Turtle Cove. Just follow the turtles painted around town.
Second: Eddie [and Richie's breath still briefly hitches, his smile slipping before he steels himself and pushes his glasses back up his nose,] Eddie had a thing going where he was collecting people's blood samples for research. He wanted to see what kinda shit our blood could do here—if you haven't noticed, our blood is weird now, and from what I've learned, [thanks to Eddie and now Nehan,] different blood types have different effects and can be used to craft different things.
Since Eddie's—gone, that means I'm the one who needs to keep that going too. So—come over with a sample of your blood. I solemnly swear I'm not gonna do anything fucked-up with it.
Oh, and the last time I posted, I was asking for healers. I also want Blood Ministers now too, or just anybody who's pretty good at blood magic. Again, not for anything fucked-up, I just wanna make sure that I don't fuck up this project.
video: un; apparition
her smile can only be described as tired]
I've been to many, many worlds, but worlds where the blood had multiple properties on a single planet is unheard of, not counting worlds with heavy immigration traffic, like Terra. You may have a sample of my blood, if you'd like.
Though, it's going to be hard pulling myself from your father's arms any time soon. [she calls out to somebody (nobody) off screen] Yes, of course sweetheart, I'm almost done. [if he's old enough to dish it out, he should be old enough to take it. she turns her attention back] Where should I meet you at?
no subject
Shit, I wondered where he was going at night! Here I thought he was just trying to get away from all the noise your mom keeps making.
[And he can return it with interest. He does, however, quickly get serious:]
Yeah, sure. Come to Turtle Cove, I'll take a sample there and you can take a look at what Eddie put together, so you don't start to think I'm gonna use it for some fucked up blood ritual.
no subject
No, no, he's busy making noise at mine. And if you want my mother, you're more than welcome to her. Someone needs to remove the stick from her ass.
[her mother. Madam President. the one who'd chased her across the galaxy and who keeps trying to undermine her marriage]
All right, I'll be there as soon as I can. And no blood rituals, great. I didn't bring my blood ritual dress with me.