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DAS RULES
✔ Comment with a journal of a character you've thought of apping as though they are already in the game
✔ Tag around with new and old characters
✔ App all those characters
✔ ???
✔ PROFIT!
✔ This meme robbed from Ataraxion!

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[ Guess who's coming over to help you up anyway, Tempest. Guess. Because there's a bit of wiggle room between following direct orders and acting in your patron's best interest. Quite a bit, actually. ]

Like I said. And my name's Peter. [ It's not the first time she's needed correcting on that score. He is getting somewhat annoyed. ...Well, more annoyed than he already is given her presence here anyway. Her much younger, not-remembering presence. What is his life. ]

I said keep your distance. [NO TOUCHY. That particular snarl of will is directed at the faint connection she feels to him, his magic feeling like aged wine to her own watered-down grape juice. The command won't do much more than slow him for a moment, which in itself frightens her.

Kitsune's teeth, there's no way to get up that looks dignified. She turns away and levers herself onto her feet.]

[ He can't help the wince at that, feeling the reverberations along their bond. Even if she's watered down the Kool-Aid, it's still got a kick. But he does drop the hand while still standing his ground. ]

I heard you the first time, never mind you're being too stubborn for your own good. [ Papa Agent Frown get. ] You all right?

I am well enough. [A deep breath as she dusts herself off and resumes the Regal and Composed shtick. F U BURKE.] You need not concern yourself. Your pledge was not made to me.

Yeah, the abracadabra faux pas shows that. Clearly. [ Crossing his arms and looking down at the fae, he can't help the eyebrow raising in skepticism. 8| ] Too bad, because this is my concerned face. I keep my promises no matter what kind of speed bumps get in the way.

[She doesn't quite hunker in on herself, but the scowl is back.] I could force distance upon you.

You really want to go that road?

[ He says it quietly, in that tone that can't help but be sincere. On one hand, it's the next best thing to getting a refund on this deal of his. On the other... She needs help. More so than even the later version he's come to know. And he meant what he said - he doesn't back out of his commitments like this. ]

[The scowl fades. She doesn't look guilty. She does not look guilty screw you.] I will not.

[Not 'I don't want to' because she DOESN'T CARE YOU WEIRD FUTURE PERSON.]

[ Yeah huh. Sure thing, princess.

C: ]

All right then. What do you say to dinner?

The sustenance of this place is foul. [Grumblemutter.]

No, it's just varied from whatever woodland critters there were to spear over a fire in the Wood. You haven't tried pizza yet.

[WOOPS THERE'S THAT GOOD OLE SCOWL AGAIN.] We are hardly so uncivilized.

....What is pizza.

[ Shock. Also teasing? Maybe teasing. ] Maybe some of you.

Pizza's a taste of my own corner of civilization. [ Leaving it at that. He knows you be curious, Princess. ]

[She lifts her chin and glares.] Any knight of my Court should know better.

[Wait he isn't of her Court CRAP NO NOT ACKNOWLEDGING THAT BOND.]

...In any case. [Brushing off her dress.] I suppose we all must suffer through the unfamiliar from time to time.

[AKA TAKE HER TO YOUR 'PIZZA', MORTAL.]

[ HA TOO LATE. WINNING. ] Too right. You put out a decent enough spread that I shouldn't complain. [ Minus how he didn't trust to eat ANY OF IT. But that's. Something else. And not mentioning it. ]

I'll take that as a yes? [ Starting to walk out of the Junkyard for some random pizzeria in Kurzweil doo de doo. ]

[She'll be just behind him, acting like she totally meant to let him lead the way.] I have little choice.

[ Sure, sure. Whateverrrrrr you saaaaaaay. ]

There's always a choice. [ As any fae should know.

And then tada - they are at a robot-run pizzeria. Brb snagging a table. ]

[She's uncomfortable with him being right. He needs to stop that. Right now. She, meanwhile, is going to snag herself one of those robots and force it to pieces with a few well-placed icicles. YOU GET YOUR PIZZA SHE'S BUSY.]

What is this creature?

[ He can't help the whole being right thing. It's Peter, after all. Goes with the love for deviled ham. ]

What's wh-- [ And oh, there's cold and his jaw just drops. Dashing to stop her, he doesn't lay a hand on her - just gets in between her and the robot. ] It's a robot, and I really wouldn't be doing that if I were you. The head honcho around here doesn't get too kindly when people play with its toys.

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