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[bloodyashes]

If you hadn't heard, Monsun is apparently disappearing soon. If anyone has time, I could use help moving the last few supplies off to the islets. There's also the tent to be taken down and moved - we should be able to carry individual pieces through the mana pool and set it up on the islets, but it's too much of a job for the few of us who remain at camp.

Finally, I might need some assistance getting Ardyn off the island when we get a little closer to time.

-Asch

[Feel free to also use this as a jumping-off point for action responses involving tearing down said tent and moving everything. Eventually, said giant tent will be re-erected on the islets, but right now the focus is on moving stuff. Asch isn't likely to really stick around to scribble on the rock, he's got too much to do.]

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action; monsun

[scourgingstars]

For the last time, I'm not going.

[Ardyn was sitting by the mana pool, Hresvelgr standing next to him making the occasional concerned chocobo noise.]

Take the whole blasted camp if you like, I'm staying here.

[souris_keteer]

I didn't know that! Thanks for informing us! I'll definitely help ASAP!

- Mickey Mouse.

[bloodyashes]

[Ardyn do you have any idea how easy it would be to grab you and just fucking go when you're sitting there?

Luckily Asch isn't doing that yet and instead chucks the end of one of the tent ropes at him.]

We'll discuss it after the rest of the camp is moved. Keep that steady, would you?

[So that Asch doesn't get beaned in the face with this tent pole when he kicks the bottom of it out.]

[bloodyashes]

Just grab whatever you can carry. If you know where Muffet's is, she's taking most of the supplies.

[proficienciesouttheass]

HOLY SHIT, ISLANDS JUST DISAPPEAR? WHY?

I CAN HELP YOU GUYS MOVE THOUGH. JUST SAY WHERE AND WHEN.
ASK FOR MAGNUS.

- MAGNUS

[souris_keteer]

Even better! Whenever Muffet's on the scene, things get down 110% better!

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn frowned, but wrapped the end of the rope around his hand and held it in place without an argument.]

[bloodyashes]

Thanks.

[And he does in fact kick the bottom of the tent pole out - which causes the top of it to fall towards Ardyn, pulled by the rope, but Asch catches it with quick reflexes before it's even within arm's reach of him.]

[bloodyashes]

Apparently. This is the first I know of it happening - Chol is due to vanish as well, according to our fishy friends.

It's the camp near the mana pool in Monsun's desert. Look for long red hair, that's me.

[crosslaced]

He can't be talked off?
I heard there are narcotic plants around the forested compound to the south.
-that shitface blonde

[scourgingstars]

[He didn't even blink; what was it going to do, kill him?]

...I told all of you getting close to me was a mistake. I told you it wasn't even what I wanted. Why didn't anyone just listen to me?

[bloodyashes]

Worst comes to worst, I'll just carry him. I'd just prefer to have someone on hand if it comes to that, on account of the possibility that he'll stab me.

[bloodyashes]

[Take what remains of his dignity, probably.

Asch pulls the pole completely free of the tent's roof, causing the whole thing to collapse into his face in a mess of heavy canvas. It's a minute or two before he finds his way out.]

Because you're saying something stupid.

[scourgingstars]

[And because Ardyn was still a decent person for a little while longer, he didn't comment on it.]

I'm saying something entirely reasonable to protect you and everyone else insistent upon befriending me and showing an utter lack of self-preservation!

[bloodyashes]

It was reasonable the first time, and probably the second.

[Unspoken is 'but now it just makes you look stupid.' Asch pulls the end of the pole out from under the tent and sets it lengthwise near where the floor rug(s) and pillows are neatly stacked.]

But I'd think by now you'd figure it out - there's no chance of you changing my mind.

[proficienciesouttheass]

WELL, SHIT. THAT'S WEIRD.

OK!
HOW MANY PEOPLE?

[bloodyashes]

One super-permanent resident, three semi-permanent residents, me, a handful of others to help out?

[Look he doesn't keep that good of track.]

[proficienciesouttheass]

THATS A LOT OF PEOPLE.

HOW MANY HOUSES/CAMPS? HOW MUCH STUFF?

[bloodyashes]

Lots of plants, few birds, big tent. That's pretty much it.

[scourgingstars]

Asch, I am pleading with you to give up on this. You know nothing of what you’re going to contend with if I leave here, and I don’t wish you to find out.

[bloodyashes]

It's not an if, it's a when. It's always been a when; don't pretend otherwise.

[He ducks back under the collapsed side of the tent, fiddling with some ties on the underside that hold up the side panels.]

Which means that me finding out is also a when, and frankly, I'd prefer to face that head-on from the beginning.

[scourgingstars]

You shouldn’t have to! And for the tenth time, I am not going anywhere even should this damned island take me with it when it vanishes!

[bloodyashes]

[He slides his head out from under the tent flaps just long enough to give Ardyn a wholly deadpan look.]

And how long do you think the Storyteller would let you just hang out there on the bottom of the ocean?

[Gods are cruel, and care not for the desires of mortals. This is something they both know.]

[scourgingstars]

If he thinks himself so much smarter than Bahamut, then long enough for none of you to have to deal with me.

[bloodyashes]

Right, because you'll have so many stories to tell down there. Lots of incredible fish corpse gossip.

[Monsun's desert makes him more emotionally open, which occasionally makes him even more of a snarky little shit of a teen. Back under the tent he goes.]