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lifenet2019-01-10 04:23 pm
devilstongue) wrote in lifenet2019-01-10 04:23 pm
Entry tags:
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- original: mira delacroix,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum
Stones of Farspeech
This place is bullshit.
[ That's putting it mildly, in Molly's not-so-humble opinion. ]
There's one thing to share dreams and other weird things, but getting tortured upon that is just insane. Rewards don't mean shit when it comes over someone's life. Even if you get up again, here, there's no way it's just going to be shrugged off. I don't care how tough you think you are.
[ He's got experience, after all. ]
How do we get out of here rather than just sit around and try to become farmers in broken homes? Please tell me you've at least fucking tried, because I'm done with this.
[ Even if Molly can't exactly go back to being dead, he's getting his friends out of here. No matter what it would cost him. ]
[ That's putting it mildly, in Molly's not-so-humble opinion. ]
There's one thing to share dreams and other weird things, but getting tortured upon that is just insane. Rewards don't mean shit when it comes over someone's life. Even if you get up again, here, there's no way it's just going to be shrugged off. I don't care how tough you think you are.
[ He's got experience, after all. ]
How do we get out of here rather than just sit around and try to become farmers in broken homes? Please tell me you've at least fucking tried, because I'm done with this.
[ Even if Molly can't exactly go back to being dead, he's getting his friends out of here. No matter what it would cost him. ]
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[ Molly, you're not an expert on any drugs. ]
Are you feeling anything? Just wait a while, see if you feel weird or happy or seeing shit.
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[She shoves at him; it's playful, but even casual hits from Beau aren't perfectly light when she puts that high dex score to use.]
I don't feel shit. Maybe we have to find more moss.
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[ Ow, his poor everything. He's telling Yasha when they come home! (They're the worst siblings.) ]
Ugh, no. I'm done with moss. We'll find something else; think of something else.
[ Maybe mushrooms? Hold on, let him crouch down and search the ground for anything fungus-y. ]
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She rolls her eyes, flopping her arm towards him in a clear 'oh forget you' motion but following his sightline to the floor. Maybe there's something between the leaf litter that'll fuck them up strictly in the good way.]
What about flowers? Can you get high on flowers? There's a bunch of those somewhere else.
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I know there's a lot of weeds and shit that can get you high, but not what they look like when they're not all dried up and smoked.
[ He digs around a bit and finally finds what looks like a small mushroom. ]
Well, if the skein didn't kill us...
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She eyes the mushroom with curiosity, trying to determine if it'll kill them from all the Cobalt Soul training she had on survival. It... doesn't look like poison. So it's fine right?
Beau looks up at him.]
You eat it.
[Children.]
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Fuck no, I started with the moss! Your turn!
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[But fine. Fine, she will take one for the team here. How bad can it be? She rubs it on her pants a little, clearing off the excess dirt.
And uhhh maybe that bad because the face she makes when she tries to bit it and then immediately spits all of it out on the ground in a gag is like, that bad.]
No, fuck this and fuck you!
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Careful, you're reaching your quota of 'fuck you's today.
[ Reaching towards some green leaves, he grabs two handfuls an then says as obnoxiously as possible: ] Shut up and chew some leaves.
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[Do raccoons eat leaves and mushrooms? She doesn't know. She just thought hastily for an animal she knew spent a lot of time in the trash and declared herself Not That One.
She does shove one in her mouth though, yelling still with it full.]
These drugs suck!
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[ Honestly! The nerve!
Still, he's also chewing leaves, now. That was at least a little bit fair. It tastes really sour, though, and Molly pretty quickly feels weird from the lemon-like taste. Probably not the best leaves for them to eat, he realizes as his mouth starts to burn.
(Don't eat poison ivy, kids!) ]
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Whoops. They fucked up. And there goes Beau without another word running headfirst into the ocean. Surely, washing her mouth out will fix it... right?
(It won't. It really won't. But now she's garbling through that and it's probably a hell of a sight.)]
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They fucked up. Molly's never eating leaves again, holy fuck. His mouth is on fire and he's pretty sure this is the end of both of them. ]
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Here they are. In their own hubris. Paying for their crimes.]
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Snorting salt water out of his nose, Molly swears under his breath and looks at Beau. This was it, they're gonna go back home, lie down and beg Yasha to be merciful. ]
We're idiots.
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I hate us.
[Time to cry on Yasha until she does something, for Sure.]