IC INBOX - PHANRIFT

[founderinglight]

one for sorrow, two for mirth
three for marriage, four for birth
five for the truth and six for lying
seven for sickness, eight for dying
nine for silver, ten for gold
eleven for a secret that shall never be told
twelve for the moon, thirteen for the sky
fourteen for the accursed unable to die
and fifteen for my heart's last desire
a new day's dawn, reborn in fire



Izunia Lucis Caelum
Keystone Station Room #11
Network @elevencrows

Comments

[founderinglight]

[Swat! Swat!!!!!]

She's probably bored, we have been sitting out here a while.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well. I mean. There are a couple solutions to that.

[burninglight]

'Leave' or 'toss my brother over the railing?'

[he's joking]

[this time]

[founderinglight]

[Izunia gives Ardyn the deadest of looks before pulling a cat toy - a bundle of feathers on a stick - out of his Armiger and tossing it to Church. Here, you like kitty, play with her.

Verity of course immediately lazer-focuses the feathers as only a kitty cat can.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I could totally toss him over the railing if you guys want me to use my free hit up so bad, god damn.

[ldja; WHAT--oh toy? toy. sure. right. he...dangles it?? hops it around a little]

[burninglight]

Joking, love. Can't very well orphan the cat.

[founderinglight]

[Considering, considering... and then Verity halfway pounces at the toy, flailing her front paw at it furiously.]

Just keep her off the inks.

[Most of which are going back in his Armiger anyway.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Orphan nothing, we'd suddenly find ourself with a new cat in our lives to love along with a bird. [bippity boppity boop it around]

[burninglight]

. . .



I can't say you're wrong.

[founderinglight]

That is what next of kin is for, I suppose.

[Swishity swish goes her tail as she watches and waits for it to come back into range...]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Huh, thought he'd be a little more upset at the idea. [To Ardyn, obviously, more than Izunia.]

[burninglight]

Oh, he knows that I know killing him is just too much damn effort.

[founderinglight]

Ardyn might have a larger armory but he's bad at managing his stamina.

[As we have all seen in a certain mermaid dungeon.

Verity does the butt wiggle.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Not in bed he's not.

[burninglight]

[you know he should really discourage that but instead he's gonna just grin like a fucking cheshire coeurl]

[founderinglight]

Don't need to know!

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church is a grown man who is also 8 years old. He sticks his tongue out.]

[burninglight]

Sounds jealous.

[founderinglight]

I'm not jealous, I am well-taken-care-of. You two are just very active.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah we are. Only times we're not is, like, religious holidays annnnd when we're transformed into things we aren't keen to get it on with. Always lost time to make up for.

Vigorously. [church stop]

[burninglight]

Darling, don't tease him just because he's less active in his old age.

[founderinglight]

It's not old age, you were always the horny one.

[There he said it.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Good, then I sure as hell picked the right one. Having a human body is like, whoa, why don't we all just feel super good all the time, right?

[burninglight]

I am a highly responsible adult.

[can y'all not]

[founderinglight]

Yes, yes, I've already acknowledged you are a perfect, terrible match, what more do you want?