audio, start of september

[bonobos]

[ feed starts.

there is a pronounced silence. then-- ]

I got a thing for that stupid clown.

[ ??? ]

I'm only doing this 'cause he said something about how he's my dirty secret or whatever a few weeks ago and I'm pretty sure he's upset about it so yeah. There it is. Don't say I never did anything for you. Asshole.

[ message over, that is... somehow all he wanted to say. wow. ]

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[invinciblemikey]

I'm shocked. Just absolutely shocked.

[bonobos]

Man... shut up. I was gonna get away with it. Not my fault you got a...damn, what do they call 'em...

Gaydar? Yeah, you got a gaydar that's juiced up to hell.

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[invinciblemikey]

Nah, it ain't the gaydar, it's kinda more the fact that we were discussing thighs mid your execution, that's kinda what pinged me.

[Private - Audio]

[cursegod]

I should rip out your insides.

[Someone is furious. It's that quiet, sinister tone while calming contemplating horrendous things-- you really fucked up Sha-Ming.]

Or maybe I should rip out his insides and paint your place with them. I'll save his heart separate...just so you can savor every bite. [She chuckles darkly:] But why get my hands dirty when I could order him to kill you? Over and over and over and over... That man loves to pretend he's heartless, so why not put him to the test, right?

He wants to lose his humanity so badly...So, Sha-Ming, wouldn't you be the perfect offering? We could do it for months, years, however long it takes to have him evolve.

[bonobos]

[ ah. he should have half expected that. as opposed to putting up a completely unassuming front, it's better to talk business for a second. ]

Thought you two kissed and made up. Was that all for show? [ a wave of the hand. ] Leave it to me know things dead last.

Anywayssssss, you couldn't, 'cause we'd both just come back anyways. Council is full of crap, sure, but they've got leashes on us, you included. Maybe you're the shit back home-- but here, you're still just a person too.

Plus, his whole thing is that mortality trips him up, so he's not gonna really care so long as I come back. Whiiich you can't control, babe.

[bonobos]

Well...

They were nice thighs, okay! You can't act like he ain't a looker.

[cursegod]

Why don't you ask him how we came to terms?

[If she wasn't pissed off, she would be impressed by Sha-Ming's attitude for being direct. While he does have a point about the Council, he obviously continues to underestimate her.]

You think I don't have measures to make things last? How do you think I captured Gogol and made him submit?

Don't ever call me babe again or I will have Gogol amputate your legs. You can live without those at least. For someone who can dole out suffering and death, he would also be the perfect person to keep you alive.

[Since they're talking business--] You want to put up a strong front, but my curse will be inevitable. You can try hiding behind the Council, but I really don't give a damn as long as I get my revenge. If you feel that pain doesn't matter, then how about I order Gogol to never interact with you again?

[There's practically a twisted grin in her voice.]

And before you can argue that I can't control that-- I do and I can. Because I OWN his soul, so don't ever fucking think I can't make him dance like the little pathetic puppet he is.

[She's obviously willing to turn this into a hostage situation.]

...What are you willing to sacrifice for pissing me off, Sha-Ming?

[bonobos]

[ there’s a silence that passes over him at what she says. partially out of fear, partially because his brain is putting up its defenses. he doesn’t bother groveling or making himself look pathetic — he finds that there’s no use in it, even if he’s a man with little pride.

as for the idea of making gogol never talk to him again—… well. ]

You can do that. [ he acquiesces simply. ] Life goes on.

[ shockingly, he means it— this is all a temporary arrangement anyways. better to not get attached. ]

I’m not sacrificing anything.

That all you had to say to me?

audio; un: dawnlord

[cartridgerefill]

Sha-Ming.

Text > Action

[quizpersona]

Stay RIGHT there !

[Is that the jaws theme? Anyways here's some knocking at the door. Uh oh who saw that one coming.]

[bonobos]

B-Boney…?

I got a thing for you too, don’t worry. You aren’t getting rid of the Ming that easily.

[bonobos]

[ ah, yes. dread. old fashioned dread.

he opens the door. ]

Couldn’t you just text?

[cartridgerefill]

Hm? Oh, no. I had no concern about that. Rest assured, the feeling is mutual.

If anything, I wanted to compliment you for expressing your affection for others. I do not know if it is love you feel or something else, but either way, I am happy for you.

Text; un: eyeofzaun

[conflictresolution]

We appear to be starting new month of dysfunction with a love declaration. Feeling more and more like home.

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[quizpersona]

Oh! You want to talk about this over text? Well then, of course--

[So, first of all Gogol is taking immediate action to attempt slipping right in to the place and either Sha-Ming is backing up to let it happen or he's getting pulled along with him... Having a power struggle with the door is also an option.]

...Not!

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[quizpersona]

Hey, do you mean it?

[Whatever happens- the manhandling or him getting a door almost slammed in his face- he's already flippantly moving on to the burning really important questions.]

I might kill you no matter what your answer is! So, you should probably tell the truth right away.

[cursegod]

[There's an eerie silence on her end for what feels like forever. Then barely audible, despondent... somehow perfectly encompassing the god's aggrieved state of mind.]

Don't talk to me.

Don't look at me.

Don't touch me.

Suffer.

[With that, she is hanging up and blocking him! An hour after this, Sha-Ming will know when the curse hits. All eyes are on him, scrutinizing him even when alone, and the sensation of hands come shortly after. They grab at him, yanking on his legs and arms to the point where it feels like they're trying to drag him down and pull him apart. The night also brings with it an uncontrollable fever and the hell of hallucinating having his organs ripped out one by one. A very big "fuck you" to the clown fucker.]

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[endcaller]

Oh, I think we should just stay friends.

[He is... not used to someone else being the clown people are always yelling about.]

[traumaticus]

[Someone COMPLETELY lost the point here....]

I suggest you to deliver the object to the jester in the question instead of declaring the unfinished business between you two in public like this. That is unless you intend to anger him further.

[bonobos]

Oh come ON. I bet you’re getting laid too.

[bonobos]

B…Boney…

[ why does he sound genuinely breathless… bro… ]

You’re embarrassin’ me… ugh. You’re the best, yanno that? I’m voting you in as Sexiest Guy in the Universe. If I believed in marriage you’d totally be like, prime wife material.

[bonobos]

Damn it, not YOU! HOW many clowns do we got around here?

[conflictresolution]

Perhaps if more were endeavouring the same as you, we'd be too distracted to fight against each other.

[cartridgerefill]

Ah, it's so adorable when you become this way. Nonetheless, you compliment me so earnestly. I am flattered, my cute Sha-Ming.

[Warmly, he adds:] Thank you. I always enjoy learning another facet of you.

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[endcaller]

Well, I wouldn't know, would I? I am yet new to this star.

But if you are referring to someone else that does make more sense. You and I have barely interacted, after all.