( video | un: jaguar )

[scarcastically]

[ the feed starts with him lying in his bed, tossing a ball up and down nonchalantly. there's a restless energy to him, feline and listless. ]

Hey, so like what really happens when people leave? Do they just go "nah I'm out" and go home? Do they explode? Does the orb, like, look deep in their hearts and consider them not worthy?

Kind of interesting, right? What's the criteria here?

My money's on cloning, personally.

[ a beat. ]

So we're down a genius. The princess of Wakanda high-tailed it out of here. I managed to snag some stuff from our last mission so I have a few prototype sonic disruptors ready to go plus one magic bow. Finally got that battery workin'. First come, first serve.

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[scarcastically]

[ erik mulls over that, whether it is a truth or a lie. ultimately, it doesn't matter but it's worth contemplating over. ]

Did you remember anything important?

[bossily]

When, while I was back home? No. I didn't remember anyone here. Or the missions. If I did, it was likely only in passing and I thought it was all just a dream. It wouldn't be the first time I was trapped in one.

Thing is, now that I'm back? I remember everything more clearly.

[scarcastically]

Well . . . it's good to have you back.

Even if it feels like a shitty thing to say. 'Least you're fun to hang around.

[bossily]

It actually feels good to be back. So don't feel like you're being awful for saying it. Specially since I think we ought to get together sometime soon. I vaguely remember we were working on throat punching and avoiding sharing deep, dark tragic backstories before I left.

[scarcastically]

That tracks.

Let me know when you're settled in and we'll get back to it.

[bossily]

Do I have to be settled in for you to agree to meet for a drink?

[scarcastically]

Pretty sure that's your call to make.

[bossily]

Then this is me, making the call. Time for drinks.

[scarcastically]

Lead the way.