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Welcome to the void lore hub.
Did you ever wonder:
"What tags are used for void? So i can either find or avoid them?"
Even if not, congratulations, you will be told anyway.
#coresvoid and #the void tend to be used for almost anything I do.
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Some characters have earned their own tags, but they are about as consistent as my ability to answer asks.
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In the dwindling twilight, time is unwinding, lines are blurred
Under the guise of a child, into your nightmare, I've been lured
Like a puppet, tied and hung up, tightly bound
Your strings I've been strung to, I dream that I'd run away from you if my feet could feel the ground.
:3
Is this a song? I see where your heart is, dear Anon. It does sound like them, anyway.
//sorry, I couldn't help myself
Now I'm out of the woods, safe and sound as I board up the doors.
But once I'm in the clear and free of all fear,
I find that I'm hungry for more.
The hunt has begun, hold onto your hats,
if it isn't knives, it's eyes in your back.
So whether or not you're friendly with rats,
pretend you're a mouse in a house full of cats.
Sorry about that. The old man had an odd taste in music, and the damn song refused to be forgotten. Hah, fitting. Anyways, how have you been doing?
-jude/adjutant
Pale is the prison they doomed me to dwell, with room for just one, but two in a cell ;)
Doing fiine. Just waiting for schedules to line up now. Itâs annoying, honestly. Iâd have preferred Mortis or Weaver as a target, but I donât need a magic show to tell me theyâre both far too incompatible. Their personalities wouldâve been much better to merge with than Vaneâs. Oh well. I can only hope their timidness makes them easy to overpower.
Oh, wait, personally merge? Interesting; I didn't know it worked like that for you. Let's hope their timidness makes them easy to overpower; I am quite fond of your current personality. Oh, and I didn't expect you to know the song; I am quite accustomed to hearing that it is considered a strange choice.
Glad to hear you're fine, though; I plan to meet up once you've got your business sorted.
In the dwindling twilight, time is unwinding, lines are blurred
Under the guise of a child, into your nightmare, I've been lured
Like a puppet, tied and hung up, tightly bound
Your strings I've been strung to, I dream that I'd run away from you if my feet could feel the ground.
:3
Is this a song? I see where your heart is, dear Anon. It does sound like them, anyway.
//sorry, I couldn't help myself
Now I'm out of the woods, safe and sound as I board up the doors.
But once I'm in the clear and free of all fear,
I find that I'm hungry for more.
The hunt has begun, hold onto your hats,
if it isn't knives, it's eyes in your back.
So whether or not you're friendly with rats,
pretend you're a mouse in a house full of cats.
Sorry about that. The old man had an odd taste in music, and the damn song refused to be forgotten. Hah, fitting. Anyways, how have you been doing?
-jude/adjutant
When more doomed/toxic yaoi?
[OOC]
I don't recall having any on this blog. Unless this is about what I think, in which case... wholesome, and none at all is always an option, lol. Sorry to disappoint.
As for why not IC, just telling people to fuck off ic does get boring.
Hey Sol,
How did your plan go? Everything worked out the way you wanted it, too, or are there any complications you would like to complain about? Either way, I hope you're doing well.
Yours truely
Adjutant
Well, Iâm not done yet. Yet to get my hands on Mortis. Slippery bitch, she is, Iâll tell you that much. Anyway, what happened between you and Camryn?
Doesn't matter too much. I just had to do some damage control after he did a few stupid things. He pissed something off he couldn't handle, and now I had to deal with it. Why did you ask?
Right. Just because he messaged me saying youâd be busy for a couple days because he âneeded youâ and he didnât explain, so I was worried curious.
Of course he did.
...
But there was nothing to worry about. I am fine. If I was a little annoyed, he tried to turn me having to do part of my job into a big deal.
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Hey Sol,
How did your plan go? Everything worked out the way you wanted it, too, or are there any complications you would like to complain about? Either way, I hope you're doing well.
Yours truely
Adjutant
Well, Iâm not done yet. Yet to get my hands on Mortis. Slippery bitch, she is, Iâll tell you that much. Anyway, what happened between you and Camryn?
Doesn't matter too much. I just had to do some damage control after he did a few stupid things. He pissed something off he couldn't handle, and now I had to deal with it. Why did you ask?
Are you and Ajutant dating? ďżź
At least youâre straightforward about itâŚ
No, weâre not.
How come everyone keeps asking this? This cannot be the most intriguing thing going on in this universe.
Right?
Who is Watchpoint? why does a striving from 4 have any say in a social media account?
Striving from 1 and 7 technically since the VOSMP is a joined project. He isn't a 4, but we need those around in case tech support or repairs are required. He is a weird case and technically in 2 orders... or he is just oo7, and this is one of their weird mind games.
Hope this helps.
- Lockbox
Oo2
nevermind, heâs 7 but it still applies! why would a striving supervise a whole account?
A "whole" account honestly feels like an exaggeration; he is considered overqualified for this task. We could likely toss an ascendant at this task, and the VOSMP would work... at least passablely. The VOSMP is only a small operation for void standards, after all. A sliver is more than enough for such an operation, and eyes in the sky from the OO1 do keep an eye on all kinds of similar projects, so a part is never too far away to fix mistakes.
I hope that certainly explains it well enough.
Best regards,
Markdown
Order of 3, Fragment
We already know Solstice is a Tsundere, so what is adjutant?
[Oh, I could answer that, but that would be quite the spoiler, wouldn't it? I am sure one or two of you who have paid attention have already figured it out. For those who don't know and do care. I think you have nothing to worry about. You will see what stereotype he fills soon enough.]
It makes me wonder if solstice is really a good judge of character or if it was a lucky guess. But I won't pry any further than I have, too. I feel that if I stay out of it, the result will be a lot more interesting.
- core
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"Why old man?"
"Oh what now?"
"I just had a fun realization."
Adjutant sounded more upset then before
"And why are you tell me about it."
"Because you chose me to to really take all your worst problems."
The Core rolled its many eyes.
"Again I know, what's your point."
Adjutant was this damn close to picking another fight with the prick but it wasn't worth thr beating it would be.
"You handed me a good 65% of that romantic attraction the same damn thing that got you killed the first time. Why didn't you just toss it down the hole where you threw our empathy?"
"Felt worth keeping in storage, like I said a million time before, your sentience was hardly planned."
"And I kept a nice chunk of empathy too those 15% all went to your brother."
"Is this a joke too you?"
"Yes it to some degree it is. So here is jy question are you upset you might like your new friend more than they like you or because you didn't know you could like someone that way anymore?"
"The second one."
"You don't have to lie to me you know, how did those vermin call it. Shining void is sailing sooner than later."
The Core laughed it sounded hollow and malicious.
"Fine, would you want me to pass the burden to the 3rd generation then just like the 1st did too you?"
"... no, I would have liked a fuckijg heads up."
"If that's all you can leave."
"What's got you annoyed this time."
"The fucking wall mocking me."
"Aight so the usual, good luck with that."
"........ God....dammit"
Adjutant stays seated in Weaver officer before his expression shifts to annoyance as his wings turn to something more skeletal stabbing Weaver office floor once.
"I am not fixing that."
He folds his wings once more looking around as he leaves.
For a second he has to resist just putting holes in both the site and the next person he runs into before managing to function normally again.
"Lost my cool again, not exactly a good showing. Thanks old man, for giving me your attachment issues."
He finally vanishes back to the void.
Heya, how have you been? I heard you been going around causeing some trouble. I've been meaning to visit again, but the old man for once has kept me busy. I hope you won't mind a visit after I am done sorting that business out.
Ps. Do you have any drink requests?
Yours truly
Jude Adjutant
I haave, thanks for asking! You might see me looking pretty different soon, donât worry about it, taking a new body. Thereâs this doctor receptionist person Iâve been fucking with too, but your dad did the same, so no big deal there. Yeah, donât worry about it, visit anytime you like!
Bring whatever you think is right, I like seeing your tastes ;)
/Excuse the long delay
What place would you prefer to meet this time, your office, the containment wing, or anywhere else really?
Hmmm, wanna do Weaverâs office? Sheâs off today and Iâve never actually been in there before, I wanna ransack it.
Sounds like a plan, meet you there.
Shortly after sending that last message appeared in front of Weaver office. He started dusting off his new coat. A very few small black and a few purple accents have joined the normally fully white coat.
He leans himself against the choosing to wait in front of the office till solstice arrives.
(The door opens from the inside and she grabs his wrist, pulling him in. It glances around the room - thereâs a corkboard on one wall, full of notices and documents tied together with colour coded string. The first one it sees is the missing notice of one Vane Campbell.)
Conspiracy theorist. Shouldâve known.
A short, almost gasp of surprises escapes him before he chuckles.
"The rumors are going to love this"
His eyes search across the corkboard.
"Weaver really had a thing for outlandish theories... but a few ain't as far off as I would think."
He puts a few different drinks on the table.
"Currator gave me these, honestly no bad choices here."
He places a few glasses on the table.
"Oh btw how did your talk with that medic go?"
(Letting go of his wrist, they walk up to it, leaning down and reading one of the sheets. This one is about its work with the soul. It picks up a pen from her desk and writes at the bottom âP.S. youâre all wrongâ. Whether she is actually wrong is left unclear.)
Youâre right, actually. Sheâs on the right track.
(Then he turns back around and sits in Weaverâs chair, looking at the selection.)
Nice. Iâll give you first picks, if you like. Went pretty well, theyâre quite sharp, I have to admit. Cares quite a bit, more than probably is good for them.
"Real tragedy is that if they picked any other anomaly, they might have had a chance. Could have made a good career out of it and studied in peace."
He sounds way too amused by it to make the tragedy part of his sentence believable.
"Hmmm, let's start with this one."
He grabs a bottle filled with an amber coloured liquid. And pours both of them about half a glass full.
"Anything specific you were looking for in this office?"
Honestly, sheâs a lot smarter than I give her credit for. Shame I donât plan to let her stick around much longer, eh?
(It takes the glass and drinks without bothering to make sure itâs safe first. If Jude wanted to poison her, he wouldâve done it already. Right? Against their better judgment, they really hope so.)
Not really, just wanted to see what it looked like. Less organised than youâd think.
(They say the last part as he motions with its free hand to a loose stack of post-its with notes of varying quality and coherence.)
It seems to be some type of whiskey even if you wouldn't be sure what exactly type. It's not bad and doesn't seem to have been tampered with.
"Oh! I am dying to know what you got planned for Weaver than. It's starting to sound like you plan to get rid of her for good."
He begins causally correcting some connections on the corkboard. With something that seems uncharacteristic for how he normally acts.
He notices what he was doing and stops.
"Ah damn got carried away. Anyways I agree it's a lot less organized than I would think."
He looks over to solstice again after downing a bit from his own glass.
"Is the drink any good?"
(She puts her glass down after a moment, getting up and joining him at the corkboard, finding something about Adjutant and, giggling, ripping a small corner off in the vague shape of an eye. They look back to him, offering a smile.)
Yeah. I worry the transition between bodies is going to be a bit uneven considering Vaneâs already dead, and having her around is just going to make that worse - plus, Iâve started looking back at Mortis. Think Iâm gonna use the new style against her, if you get what Iâm saying.
He returnes the smile after looking at Solstice. Then his eyes look at the chunk taked out his own note before chuckling himself.
"Oh, that could work rather well. Delightfully cruel and likely highly effective."
"I wonder if you will be the one to do it or if you will end up having someone else clean up Weaver."
He sits down on weavers desk looking through a few papers for fun before looking back at Solstice.
"Would you happen to want a helping hand with your body transfer?"
You know, with the absolute brick wall of a woman she is, I wouldnât be surprised if she just didnât care at all. It would probably hurt if I convinced her it was her fault, but even then, sheâs so guilty already it might not make that much of a difference? Then again, who am I if I donât try?
Iâll do it myself. Worked alone my whole life, after all.
(They follow suit, opening her drawers and just ransacking them.)
No, Iâve got it. Come on, Jude, Iâve existed in essence since the beginning of existence itself, surely you donât think this is my first time?
"I ain't offering it because I doubt you can, I am offering because I care and hoped I can make it easier."
Maybe a little too honest for his taste, but ah well, what is said is said.
"She strikes me as the kind of person to say something super dry when dying. And try to act barely impressed by the idea of being gone forever."
He happily moves on from the previous topic.
"And yes, I sometimes forget that you have been doing this for a long time already. Perhaps because you don't act like the typical God I used to encounter."
He pauses and thinks of something else.
"When you get your new body, I think I got a place I need to show you. But that can wait until this business is concluded."
He pours himself a new drink, something greenish he doesn't himself even seem sure what it is.
Yeah, fair enough. I think Iâm gonna let them stab me, honestly. Do you wanna watch? I might do it infront of Mortis herself, but you can certainly be there.
(For his comfort, they choose not to mention what he had said.)
She would! I think I did threaten to kill her at one point and she literally didnât care. Sheâs got nothing to live for, thatâs the issue.
Canât wait. Also, why the hell are you drinking like, straight acid?
"Oh, an excuse to spend more time with you and watch someone be traumatized, sign me up."
He has the strange feeling something was left out but decides against prying both ways.
"It ain't acid... it's some weird lime drink but sure fucking looks like it. But I do drink poison for fun sometimes."
He laughs a bit
"But I wouldn't bring poison or acid here, at least as long as I assume anyone else would touch it."
He smiled
"I enjoy collecting poisons since if I drink, then I can make them, and I am still looking for the official deadliest poison in void. A small contest 5, 8, and myself participate in."
Weâll see how much she cares.
(As they talk, it takes a sip of his own drink and then just starts opening shit up, seeing what she has lying around.)
Thereâs like, four lighters in here. What could she possibly have to do with four lighters? In the same drawer?
(She starts pulling them out. Each one is numbered, 1 through 4.)
Weirdo. Anyway, yeah, that makes sense. It still looks like itâs straight from a battery. Deadliest⌠Iâd nominate the sight of your brother. Actually, this might be a weird question, but what happens when someone eats void matter?
"Depends... are we talking void eating it or a normal person? Normal people would simultaneously rot, get frozen, have their soul ripped out, and probably experience the same feeling of having acid poured over all your nerves. I wouldn't know if I had never seen someone do it."
"He can look less like a horrific combat insect when he feels like it... so never. I just can't be bothered to argue with him on that."
He laughs a little.
"We wouldn't exactly be considering normal by most peoples standards either. But really, why would you need 4 lighters?"
Oh. Right. Well, next time I donât like someone, I know what to do.
(They joke. Thatâs far too cheap for them. As he speaks, he flicks on each lighter, one by one. They all work perfectly fine.)
The fuck?
Oh, by the way, Iâve got a little something of my own I was wanting to show you.
(They reach into their pocket and bring out a small green ring.)
SCP-714. I borrowed it from some researcher earlier today. Normally I just wouldnât give it back, but she seemed nice enough. Got a plan for it, I need Vane out of the way for a while so I can finalise stuff.
"And for some reason my saliva turns to venom when I don't focus on not doing it⌠it could come from drinking all the poisons and venoms."
He sticks his tongue out once, but before retracting it, a single drop of saliva hits the table and burns a small hole into it.
"Oh, fuck, my bad," he chuckles quite a bit longer this time, almost falling to full-on laughter."
"Nonetheless, so you plan to use the rings' side effect to make them unable to stop whatever your plan is. Actually, would you mind sharing it, or is it a surprise for later?"
His tone is teasing and casual this time.
"actuall does the rings sideeffect work on you?"
He rather suddenly asks out of the blue.
That or itâs just from being what you are. I wouldnât be surprised either way.
(They cover her mouth with its hand to muffle its own laughter, before reaching forwards. Letting its nails sharpen, it carves the word âoopsâ into the table, and then a little smiley face.)
Weaverâs gonna fucking kill us for this.
Iâm just gonna start being a dick to them and using them to get Shifter where I want him to be. Someone already anonymously advised them to kill me, and the only reason they didnât was because itâd take them out too. As soon as they learn that can be changed, oh, I dread to think.
(They do not dread, theyâre excited.)
Uh, Iâm not sure actually. I donât think they do? Why're you asking?
"Professional fascination, nothing more really."
Honestly, it was just a thought that crossed his mind since he barely knew what SCPs solstice would be immune to, and he just wanted to know.
"Sounds like a solid plan, pretty good all around, and I am also confident you have a solution in case Shifter doesn't play along."
He is drinking a bit more of his battery acid looking drink.
"I am sure she will try to kill us."
He laughs a bit, spilling a good half of his wine within the glass as his wing strafes it and almost knocks it over.
"Fuck... for someone who has been using wings for this long they should be a lot less twitchy."
He sais a little annoyed at himself as he looks at the wine stain on the floor. And sighs
"Ah fuck it, what's the worst it could cause."
Eh, fair enough. I donât blame you. Yeah, Iâm pretty sure it wouldnât considering I donât actually need sleep, and I donât get tired unless my fucking soul is getting ripped out.
Yeah. If he doesnât listen, Iâll make Weaver do it. Thatâs why I havenât killed her off just yet, I might still need her.
(They sigh as he spills it, rolling their eyes jokingly.)
God, you idiot. Theyâre not that hard to work with! All you have to do is not actively try to move them.
He snaps at the stain, causing it to vanish and the glass to move to the spot it was in just before it was spilled.
"They move a little when I am in an actually good mood. That's rarer than you think."
He sounds almost a little defensive about it. Even if he also finds it funny and accepts the light joke at his expense.
"Yours aren't less expressive. i see them move more than a few times."
He jokingly pokes at one of solstices' wings. The akkusation was entirely a joke, but he enjoyed banter so why not fuel it.
(Grinning like a dickhead cat, they walk over and âaccidentallyâ butt the drink with their own wing, causing it to spill again.)
Maybe you should stop being happy then? Sounds like thatâs your problem. Thereâs a difference between being expressive and knocking shit over.
(He lightly slaps Jude with said wing in response to the poke.)
At least mine are real.
He starts grinning himself and chooses to leave the drink spilled this time. Poking them again this time, the other wing.
"I'll have you know mine as real as they can be. They are made up of the same stuff I am."
Is it a technicality? Yes, does he care? No. He then laughed a bir before continuing.
"You know there are more polite ways to tell me tell me leave other than 'stop being happy', right?"
It was a joke, of course, and his tone made that very clear. God, the shippers are going to love this, but... ah who fucking cares.
(They lean down to place their finger on his lips as if to shush him, sticking their tongue out. Thereâs a little pattern on it.)
You know damn well thatâs not what I meant, donât you, asshole?
Iâm not asking you to leave! Youâre so dramatic, you know that? No wonder your brotherâs got such a grudge against you.
(After a moment, they return to their original position, lowering their hand, taking another drink as they do.)
"I was merely joking about always being in a good mood around you. You sound bothered by the idea of me leaving."
He, with sais clear false sense of smugness(clealry part of the joke), adds before finishing his own glass. The banter simply made his mood improve even more.
"I'll ignore the comment about my brother because it's you. But no, he dislikes me because I go out of my way to be a problem for most people."
A deliberate contradiction in his own sentence. Perhaps a nod, perhaps a joke.
Says the one whoâs in my inbox every day begging for a taste.
(They laugh, before biting her tongue. It refills his glass, and then its own, offering a toast.)
Weâre so alike. Thatâs why we click together better than anyone else.
Stealing my brand, are we? God, youâre obsessed.
The glasses clicked a second after the toast was offered.
"I guess you're right, I am asking almost every day to talk with you."
The obsession comment sticks a little long as he wonders if it might be true. I mean, with how he is acting ... it's not entirely unlikely.
"Hard not to click with likely the only person to properly understand your situation and doesn't judge the 'unique personality'. Either way, I am glad we do."
[Or as other people would call you 2 insufferable assholes.]
He rests one his his wings around solstice.
"At this rate, I might be obsessed."
He was joking at the moment. But he enjoys the drink and company before he can overthink it.
Itâs a wonder everyoneâs so set on me supposedly liking you when this is the way you act. I mean, I donât like it, itâs just funny. Feels like it should be the opposite, hm?
(They down their glass without breaking eye contact. It makes them feel a little better to know theyâre not the most down bad between the two of them. Not that she does even like him like that. Asshole.)
Hey, weâre pretty much in the same boat. Itâs funny, isnât it? Weâre the exact same but polar opposites at the same time.
"Oh, I get those jokes too, but the old man murdered a few of the anons since they are close enough to the wall to be attacted. So, most of their comments I either don't mind or end up filtered by the old man's anger."
He laughs. At this point, he isn't sure if this is a bit or anything else. He ends up moving the wing back to his own back, not really looking away, either.
"I think it's pretty funny. I guess it's the benefit of thinking alike and opposites attract at once. A true contradiction in itself. I am sure it makes you happy and annoys you."
The last part he adds with a wide grin.
Youâve got it easy, I canât reach them, I just have to deal with it. Itâs a fucking swarm too, they gave themselves a name and all.
(She helps lift his wing off it, moving back over to the corkboard. They find a small drawing of what Weaver assumes they look like based on an old description, and neatly cut out the eyes.)
Youâre damn right it does. You know me so well, Jude.
(They turn back to him and wink.)
"And maybe I don't mind the jokes at this point."
He chuckles and starts grining a little at the wink.
"Glad to know that I got that right. Now, if my inbox was flooded with people yelling at us to kiss, I'd have nothing to complain about."
He laughs now, clealry enjoying himself again. He picks a picture of Solstice up and then smirks.
"I knew being weird and evil was her hobby bur staking damn. If it weren't for her shiitt loyalty to the foundation, the Order of 5 would kill for someone like that."
He sighs and lays down.
"Oh and sorry that the annoying pests from the other side keep bothering you. It's certainly more on your end either way. But to be fair, you're 'the better-looking one."
He pokes fun at one of solstices posts. Grinning up at them.
Good, now they can all flock to you instead of me. Sorted.
(Knowing he can reverse the damage and feeling pretty confident, they âaccidentallyâ spill its drink on him.)
Whoops! Sorrryyyy.
(They are not sorry.)
God, youâre right. Wanna bet on you being able to recruit her? I think her âloyaltyâ isnât as strong as she makes out.
Thanks for the compliment, Jude.
"You want to see me undress that badly"
He manages out with a straight face before bursting into laughter as the stain just vanishes.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself"
his wings unfolding covering more of the floor as he laughs a bit more.
"Oh, I love a good bet. What's the payment should either of us win?"
His eyes almost glow with competitiveness even from his rather lazy position.
"Yes, they could if they want, but it seems they prefer you."
He winks
(They caw-laugh with a noise akin to a seagull, burying her face in its sleeve. He sits down on the floor next to him, propping their legs up on his stomach. Footrest.)
God, says you. Maybe thereâs a reason you bring a drink every time we meet, who knows.
(It slips its paranoia into a joke, hoping he takes it as one.)
I dunnooo. Bragging rights?
(Looking down at him, they return his wink before laying on her own back.)
"Well, I am the one bringing drinks because most humans' drinks have 0 taste to me. Sp unless you plan to bring straight-up neurotoxin for me to drink. I'll have to plunder the bar for now."
He looks over to Solstice... for a good second something clicks.
"Still hard to trust me Sol, huh?"
He chooses not to linger on the less than pleasant topic and moves on to the next thought.
"Bragging right will work though from the way you said it. It almost sounded like you felt like gambling with more risk."
He gives a hollow chuckle and maybe not quite a force, but it's not newly as natural as the last few.
Right, if your preferred drink is toxins, what the fuck have you been bringing here?
(They say this with an amused smile, but itâs very clear that itâs a lie.)
I just get confused when people are nice to me. So you caught me off guard, a lot, and that obviously doesnât mix well with being what I am. Nothing personal.
(It downplays before following on to the next topic.)
Not in this version, no. Speaking of which, I have to go catch Vane.
Talk to you later?
"You know, people call alcohol the preferred poison, so I guess it's still the same."
his smile warmed up a litte as he sighed
"I am sure it isn't personal"
His wings began to melt a little like wax
"Yes, yes, it's fine, I look forward to meeting later again. I am just going to stay here a little long and then leave myself."
He sighs a second time giving Solstice a last smile before they leave
Heya, how have you been? I heard you been going around causeing some trouble. I've been meaning to visit again, but the old man for once has kept me busy. I hope you won't mind a visit after I am done sorting that business out.
Ps. Do you have any drink requests?
Yours truly
Jude Adjutant
I haave, thanks for asking! You might see me looking pretty different soon, donât worry about it, taking a new body. Thereâs this doctor receptionist person Iâve been fucking with too, but your dad did the same, so no big deal there. Yeah, donât worry about it, visit anytime you like!
Bring whatever you think is right, I like seeing your tastes ;)
/Excuse the long delay
What place would you prefer to meet this time, your office, the containment wing, or anywhere else really?
Hmmm, wanna do Weaverâs office? Sheâs off today and Iâve never actually been in there before, I wanna ransack it.
Sounds like a plan, meet you there.
Shortly after sending that last message appeared in front of Weaver office. He started dusting off his new coat. A very few small black and a few purple accents have joined the normally fully white coat.
He leans himself against the choosing to wait in front of the office till solstice arrives.
(The door opens from the inside and she grabs his wrist, pulling him in. It glances around the room - thereâs a corkboard on one wall, full of notices and documents tied together with colour coded string. The first one it sees is the missing notice of one Vane Campbell.)
Conspiracy theorist. Shouldâve known.
A short, almost gasp of surprises escapes him before he chuckles.
"The rumors are going to love this"
His eyes search across the corkboard.
"Weaver really had a thing for outlandish theories... but a few ain't as far off as I would think."
He puts a few different drinks on the table.
"Currator gave me these, honestly no bad choices here."
He places a few glasses on the table.
"Oh btw how did your talk with that medic go?"
(Letting go of his wrist, they walk up to it, leaning down and reading one of the sheets. This one is about its work with the soul. It picks up a pen from her desk and writes at the bottom âP.S. youâre all wrongâ. Whether she is actually wrong is left unclear.)
Youâre right, actually. Sheâs on the right track.
(Then he turns back around and sits in Weaverâs chair, looking at the selection.)
Nice. Iâll give you first picks, if you like. Went pretty well, theyâre quite sharp, I have to admit. Cares quite a bit, more than probably is good for them.
"Real tragedy is that if they picked any other anomaly, they might have had a chance. Could have made a good career out of it and studied in peace."
He sounds way too amused by it to make the tragedy part of his sentence believable.
"Hmmm, let's start with this one."
He grabs a bottle filled with an amber coloured liquid. And pours both of them about half a glass full.
"Anything specific you were looking for in this office?"
Honestly, sheâs a lot smarter than I give her credit for. Shame I donât plan to let her stick around much longer, eh?
(It takes the glass and drinks without bothering to make sure itâs safe first. If Jude wanted to poison her, he wouldâve done it already. Right? Against their better judgment, they really hope so.)
Not really, just wanted to see what it looked like. Less organised than youâd think.
(They say the last part as he motions with its free hand to a loose stack of post-its with notes of varying quality and coherence.)
It seems to be some type of whiskey even if you wouldn't be sure what exactly type. It's not bad and doesn't seem to have been tampered with.
"Oh! I am dying to know what you got planned for Weaver than. It's starting to sound like you plan to get rid of her for good."
He begins causally correcting some connections on the corkboard. With something that seems uncharacteristic for how he normally acts.
He notices what he was doing and stops.
"Ah damn got carried away. Anyways I agree it's a lot less organized than I would think."
He looks over to solstice again after downing a bit from his own glass.
"Is the drink any good?"
(She puts her glass down after a moment, getting up and joining him at the corkboard, finding something about Adjutant and, giggling, ripping a small corner off in the vague shape of an eye. They look back to him, offering a smile.)
Yeah. I worry the transition between bodies is going to be a bit uneven considering Vaneâs already dead, and having her around is just going to make that worse - plus, Iâve started looking back at Mortis. Think Iâm gonna use the new style against her, if you get what Iâm saying.
He returnes the smile after looking at Solstice. Then his eyes look at the chunk taked out his own note before chuckling himself.
"Oh, that could work rather well. Delightfully cruel and likely highly effective."
"I wonder if you will be the one to do it or if you will end up having someone else clean up Weaver."
He sits down on weavers desk looking through a few papers for fun before looking back at Solstice.
"Would you happen to want a helping hand with your body transfer?"
You know, with the absolute brick wall of a woman she is, I wouldnât be surprised if she just didnât care at all. It would probably hurt if I convinced her it was her fault, but even then, sheâs so guilty already it might not make that much of a difference? Then again, who am I if I donât try?
Iâll do it myself. Worked alone my whole life, after all.
(They follow suit, opening her drawers and just ransacking them.)
No, Iâve got it. Come on, Jude, Iâve existed in essence since the beginning of existence itself, surely you donât think this is my first time?
"I ain't offering it because I doubt you can, I am offering because I care and hoped I can make it easier."
Maybe a little too honest for his taste, but ah well, what is said is said.
"She strikes me as the kind of person to say something super dry when dying. And try to act barely impressed by the idea of being gone forever."
He happily moves on from the previous topic.
"And yes, I sometimes forget that you have been doing this for a long time already. Perhaps because you don't act like the typical God I used to encounter."
He pauses and thinks of something else.
"When you get your new body, I think I got a place I need to show you. But that can wait until this business is concluded."
He pours himself a new drink, something greenish he doesn't himself even seem sure what it is.
Yeah, fair enough. I think Iâm gonna let them stab me, honestly. Do you wanna watch? I might do it infront of Mortis herself, but you can certainly be there.
(For his comfort, they choose not to mention what he had said.)
She would! I think I did threaten to kill her at one point and she literally didnât care. Sheâs got nothing to live for, thatâs the issue.
Canât wait. Also, why the hell are you drinking like, straight acid?
"Oh, an excuse to spend more time with you and watch someone be traumatized, sign me up."
He has the strange feeling something was left out but decides against prying both ways.
"It ain't acid... it's some weird lime drink but sure fucking looks like it. But I do drink poison for fun sometimes."
He laughs a bit
"But I wouldn't bring poison or acid here, at least as long as I assume anyone else would touch it."
He smiled
"I enjoy collecting poisons since if I drink, then I can make them, and I am still looking for the official deadliest poison in void. A small contest 5, 8, and myself participate in."
Weâll see how much she cares.
(As they talk, it takes a sip of his own drink and then just starts opening shit up, seeing what she has lying around.)
Thereâs like, four lighters in here. What could she possibly have to do with four lighters? In the same drawer?
(She starts pulling them out. Each one is numbered, 1 through 4.)
Weirdo. Anyway, yeah, that makes sense. It still looks like itâs straight from a battery. Deadliest⌠Iâd nominate the sight of your brother. Actually, this might be a weird question, but what happens when someone eats void matter?
"Depends... are we talking void eating it or a normal person? Normal people would simultaneously rot, get frozen, have their soul ripped out, and probably experience the same feeling of having acid poured over all your nerves. I wouldn't know if I had never seen someone do it."
"He can look less like a horrific combat insect when he feels like it... so never. I just can't be bothered to argue with him on that."
He laughs a little.
"We wouldn't exactly be considering normal by most peoples standards either. But really, why would you need 4 lighters?"
Oh. Right. Well, next time I donât like someone, I know what to do.
(They joke. Thatâs far too cheap for them. As he speaks, he flicks on each lighter, one by one. They all work perfectly fine.)
The fuck?
Oh, by the way, Iâve got a little something of my own I was wanting to show you.
(They reach into their pocket and bring out a small green ring.)
SCP-714. I borrowed it from some researcher earlier today. Normally I just wouldnât give it back, but she seemed nice enough. Got a plan for it, I need Vane out of the way for a while so I can finalise stuff.
"And for some reason my saliva turns to venom when I don't focus on not doing it⌠it could come from drinking all the poisons and venoms."
He sticks his tongue out once, but before retracting it, a single drop of saliva hits the table and burns a small hole into it.
"Oh, fuck, my bad," he chuckles quite a bit longer this time, almost falling to full-on laughter."
"Nonetheless, so you plan to use the rings' side effect to make them unable to stop whatever your plan is. Actually, would you mind sharing it, or is it a surprise for later?"
His tone is teasing and casual this time.
"actuall does the rings sideeffect work on you?"
He rather suddenly asks out of the blue.
That or itâs just from being what you are. I wouldnât be surprised either way.
(They cover her mouth with its hand to muffle its own laughter, before reaching forwards. Letting its nails sharpen, it carves the word âoopsâ into the table, and then a little smiley face.)
Weaverâs gonna fucking kill us for this.
Iâm just gonna start being a dick to them and using them to get Shifter where I want him to be. Someone already anonymously advised them to kill me, and the only reason they didnât was because itâd take them out too. As soon as they learn that can be changed, oh, I dread to think.
(They do not dread, theyâre excited.)
Uh, Iâm not sure actually. I donât think they do? Why're you asking?
"Professional fascination, nothing more really."
Honestly, it was just a thought that crossed his mind since he barely knew what SCPs solstice would be immune to, and he just wanted to know.
"Sounds like a solid plan, pretty good all around, and I am also confident you have a solution in case Shifter doesn't play along."
He is drinking a bit more of his battery acid looking drink.
"I am sure she will try to kill us."
He laughs a bit, spilling a good half of his wine within the glass as his wing strafes it and almost knocks it over.
"Fuck... for someone who has been using wings for this long they should be a lot less twitchy."
He sais a little annoyed at himself as he looks at the wine stain on the floor. And sighs
"Ah fuck it, what's the worst it could cause."
Eh, fair enough. I donât blame you. Yeah, Iâm pretty sure it wouldnât considering I donât actually need sleep, and I donât get tired unless my fucking soul is getting ripped out.
Yeah. If he doesnât listen, Iâll make Weaver do it. Thatâs why I havenât killed her off just yet, I might still need her.
(They sigh as he spills it, rolling their eyes jokingly.)
God, you idiot. Theyâre not that hard to work with! All you have to do is not actively try to move them.
He snaps at the stain, causing it to vanish and the glass to move to the spot it was in just before it was spilled.
"They move a little when I am in an actually good mood. That's rarer than you think."
He sounds almost a little defensive about it. Even if he also finds it funny and accepts the light joke at his expense.
"Yours aren't less expressive. i see them move more than a few times."
He jokingly pokes at one of solstices' wings. The akkusation was entirely a joke, but he enjoyed banter so why not fuel it.
(Grinning like a dickhead cat, they walk over and âaccidentallyâ butt the drink with their own wing, causing it to spill again.)
Maybe you should stop being happy then? Sounds like thatâs your problem. Thereâs a difference between being expressive and knocking shit over.
(He lightly slaps Jude with said wing in response to the poke.)
At least mine are real.
He starts grinning himself and chooses to leave the drink spilled this time. Poking them again this time, the other wing.
"I'll have you know mine as real as they can be. They are made up of the same stuff I am."
Is it a technicality? Yes, does he care? No. He then laughed a bir before continuing.
"You know there are more polite ways to tell me tell me leave other than 'stop being happy', right?"
It was a joke, of course, and his tone made that very clear. God, the shippers are going to love this, but... ah who fucking cares.
(They lean down to place their finger on his lips as if to shush him, sticking their tongue out. Thereâs a little pattern on it.)
You know damn well thatâs not what I meant, donât you, asshole?
Iâm not asking you to leave! Youâre so dramatic, you know that? No wonder your brotherâs got such a grudge against you.
(After a moment, they return to their original position, lowering their hand, taking another drink as they do.)
"I was merely joking about always being in a good mood around you. You sound bothered by the idea of me leaving."
He, with sais clear false sense of smugness(clealry part of the joke), adds before finishing his own glass. The banter simply made his mood improve even more.
"I'll ignore the comment about my brother because it's you. But no, he dislikes me because I go out of my way to be a problem for most people."
A deliberate contradiction in his own sentence. Perhaps a nod, perhaps a joke.
Says the one whoâs in my inbox every day begging for a taste.
(They laugh, before biting her tongue. It refills his glass, and then its own, offering a toast.)
Weâre so alike. Thatâs why we click together better than anyone else.
Stealing my brand, are we? God, youâre obsessed.
The glasses clicked a second after the toast was offered.
"I guess you're right, I am asking almost every day to talk with you."
The obsession comment sticks a little long as he wonders if it might be true. I mean, with how he is acting ... it's not entirely unlikely.
"Hard not to click with likely the only person to properly understand your situation and doesn't judge the 'unique personality'. Either way, I am glad we do."
[Or as other people would call you 2 insufferable assholes.]
He rests one his his wings around solstice.
"At this rate, I might be obsessed."
He was joking at the moment. But he enjoys the drink and company before he can overthink it.
Itâs a wonder everyoneâs so set on me supposedly liking you when this is the way you act. I mean, I donât like it, itâs just funny. Feels like it should be the opposite, hm?
(They down their glass without breaking eye contact. It makes them feel a little better to know theyâre not the most down bad between the two of them. Not that she does even like him like that. Asshole.)
Hey, weâre pretty much in the same boat. Itâs funny, isnât it? Weâre the exact same but polar opposites at the same time.
"Oh, I get those jokes too, but the old man murdered a few of the anons since they are close enough to the wall to be attacted. So, most of their comments I either don't mind or end up filtered by the old man's anger."
He laughs. At this point, he isn't sure if this is a bit or anything else. He ends up moving the wing back to his own back, not really looking away, either.
"I think it's pretty funny. I guess it's the benefit of thinking alike and opposites attract at once. A true contradiction in itself. I am sure it makes you happy and annoys you."
The last part he adds with a wide grin.
Youâve got it easy, I canât reach them, I just have to deal with it. Itâs a fucking swarm too, they gave themselves a name and all.
(She helps lift his wing off it, moving back over to the corkboard. They find a small drawing of what Weaver assumes they look like based on an old description, and neatly cut out the eyes.)
Youâre damn right it does. You know me so well, Jude.
(They turn back to him and wink.)
"And maybe I don't mind the jokes at this point."
He chuckles and starts grining a little at the wink.
"Glad to know that I got that right. Now, if my inbox was flooded with people yelling at us to kiss, I'd have nothing to complain about."
He laughs now, clealry enjoying himself again. He picks a picture of Solstice up and then smirks.
"I knew being weird and evil was her hobby bur staking damn. If it weren't for her shiitt loyalty to the foundation, the Order of 5 would kill for someone like that."
He sighs and lays down.
"Oh and sorry that the annoying pests from the other side keep bothering you. It's certainly more on your end either way. But to be fair, you're 'the better-looking one."
He pokes fun at one of solstices posts. Grinning up at them.
Good, now they can all flock to you instead of me. Sorted.
(Knowing he can reverse the damage and feeling pretty confident, they âaccidentallyâ spill its drink on him.)
Whoops! Sorrryyyy.
(They are not sorry.)
God, youâre right. Wanna bet on you being able to recruit her? I think her âloyaltyâ isnât as strong as she makes out.
Thanks for the compliment, Jude.
"You want to see me undress that badly"
He manages out with a straight face before bursting into laughter as the stain just vanishes.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself"
his wings unfolding covering more of the floor as he laughs a bit more.
"Oh, I love a good bet. What's the payment should either of us win?"
His eyes almost glow with competitiveness even from his rather lazy position.
"Yes, they could if they want, but it seems they prefer you."
He winks
(They caw-laugh with a noise akin to a seagull, burying her face in its sleeve. He sits down on the floor next to him, propping their legs up on his stomach. Footrest.)
God, says you. Maybe thereâs a reason you bring a drink every time we meet, who knows.
(It slips its paranoia into a joke, hoping he takes it as one.)
I dunnooo. Bragging rights?
(Looking down at him, they return his wink before laying on her own back.)
"Well, I am the one bringing drinks because most humans' drinks have 0 taste to me. Sp unless you plan to bring straight-up neurotoxin for me to drink. I'll have to plunder the bar for now."
He looks over to Solstice... for a good second something clicks.
"Still hard to trust me Sol, huh?"
He chooses not to linger on the less than pleasant topic and moves on to the next thought.
"Bragging right will work though from the way you said it. It almost sounded like you felt like gambling with more risk."
He gives a hollow chuckle and maybe not quite a force, but it's not newly as natural as the last few.
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And... ? I fail to see the joke. Go on, and please elaborate.
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Heya, how have you been? I heard you been going around causeing some trouble. I've been meaning to visit again, but the old man for once has kept me busy. I hope you won't mind a visit after I am done sorting that business out.
Ps. Do you have any drink requests?
Yours truly
Jude Adjutant
I haave, thanks for asking! You might see me looking pretty different soon, donât worry about it, taking a new body. Thereâs this doctor receptionist person Iâve been fucking with too, but your dad did the same, so no big deal there. Yeah, donât worry about it, visit anytime you like!
Bring whatever you think is right, I like seeing your tastes ;)
/Excuse the long delay
What place would you prefer to meet this time, your office, the containment wing, or anywhere else really?
Hmmm, wanna do Weaverâs office? Sheâs off today and Iâve never actually been in there before, I wanna ransack it.
Sounds like a plan, meet you there.
Shortly after sending that last message appeared in front of Weaver office. He started dusting off his new coat. A very few small black and a few purple accents have joined the normally fully white coat.
He leans himself against the choosing to wait in front of the office till solstice arrives.
(The door opens from the inside and she grabs his wrist, pulling him in. It glances around the room - thereâs a corkboard on one wall, full of notices and documents tied together with colour coded string. The first one it sees is the missing notice of one Vane Campbell.)
Conspiracy theorist. Shouldâve known.
A short, almost gasp of surprises escapes him before he chuckles.
"The rumors are going to love this"
His eyes search across the corkboard.
"Weaver really had a thing for outlandish theories... but a few ain't as far off as I would think."
He puts a few different drinks on the table.
"Currator gave me these, honestly no bad choices here."
He places a few glasses on the table.
"Oh btw how did your talk with that medic go?"
(Letting go of his wrist, they walk up to it, leaning down and reading one of the sheets. This one is about its work with the soul. It picks up a pen from her desk and writes at the bottom âP.S. youâre all wrongâ. Whether she is actually wrong is left unclear.)
Youâre right, actually. Sheâs on the right track.
(Then he turns back around and sits in Weaverâs chair, looking at the selection.)
Nice. Iâll give you first picks, if you like. Went pretty well, theyâre quite sharp, I have to admit. Cares quite a bit, more than probably is good for them.
"Real tragedy is that if they picked any other anomaly, they might have had a chance. Could have made a good career out of it and studied in peace."
He sounds way too amused by it to make the tragedy part of his sentence believable.
"Hmmm, let's start with this one."
He grabs a bottle filled with an amber coloured liquid. And pours both of them about half a glass full.
"Anything specific you were looking for in this office?"
Honestly, sheâs a lot smarter than I give her credit for. Shame I donât plan to let her stick around much longer, eh?
(It takes the glass and drinks without bothering to make sure itâs safe first. If Jude wanted to poison her, he wouldâve done it already. Right? Against their better judgment, they really hope so.)
Not really, just wanted to see what it looked like. Less organised than youâd think.
(They say the last part as he motions with its free hand to a loose stack of post-its with notes of varying quality and coherence.)
It seems to be some type of whiskey even if you wouldn't be sure what exactly type. It's not bad and doesn't seem to have been tampered with.
"Oh! I am dying to know what you got planned for Weaver than. It's starting to sound like you plan to get rid of her for good."
He begins causally correcting some connections on the corkboard. With something that seems uncharacteristic for how he normally acts.
He notices what he was doing and stops.
"Ah damn got carried away. Anyways I agree it's a lot less organized than I would think."
He looks over to solstice again after downing a bit from his own glass.
"Is the drink any good?"
(She puts her glass down after a moment, getting up and joining him at the corkboard, finding something about Adjutant and, giggling, ripping a small corner off in the vague shape of an eye. They look back to him, offering a smile.)
Yeah. I worry the transition between bodies is going to be a bit uneven considering Vaneâs already dead, and having her around is just going to make that worse - plus, Iâve started looking back at Mortis. Think Iâm gonna use the new style against her, if you get what Iâm saying.
He returnes the smile after looking at Solstice. Then his eyes look at the chunk taked out his own note before chuckling himself.
"Oh, that could work rather well. Delightfully cruel and likely highly effective."
"I wonder if you will be the one to do it or if you will end up having someone else clean up Weaver."
He sits down on weavers desk looking through a few papers for fun before looking back at Solstice.
"Would you happen to want a helping hand with your body transfer?"
You know, with the absolute brick wall of a woman she is, I wouldnât be surprised if she just didnât care at all. It would probably hurt if I convinced her it was her fault, but even then, sheâs so guilty already it might not make that much of a difference? Then again, who am I if I donât try?
Iâll do it myself. Worked alone my whole life, after all.
(They follow suit, opening her drawers and just ransacking them.)
No, Iâve got it. Come on, Jude, Iâve existed in essence since the beginning of existence itself, surely you donât think this is my first time?
"I ain't offering it because I doubt you can, I am offering because I care and hoped I can make it easier."
Maybe a little too honest for his taste, but ah well, what is said is said.
"She strikes me as the kind of person to say something super dry when dying. And try to act barely impressed by the idea of being gone forever."
He happily moves on from the previous topic.
"And yes, I sometimes forget that you have been doing this for a long time already. Perhaps because you don't act like the typical God I used to encounter."
He pauses and thinks of something else.
"When you get your new body, I think I got a place I need to show you. But that can wait until this business is concluded."
He pours himself a new drink, something greenish he doesn't himself even seem sure what it is.
Yeah, fair enough. I think Iâm gonna let them stab me, honestly. Do you wanna watch? I might do it infront of Mortis herself, but you can certainly be there.
(For his comfort, they choose not to mention what he had said.)
She would! I think I did threaten to kill her at one point and she literally didnât care. Sheâs got nothing to live for, thatâs the issue.
Canât wait. Also, why the hell are you drinking like, straight acid?
"Oh, an excuse to spend more time with you and watch someone be traumatized, sign me up."
He has the strange feeling something was left out but decides against prying both ways.
"It ain't acid... it's some weird lime drink but sure fucking looks like it. But I do drink poison for fun sometimes."
He laughs a bit
"But I wouldn't bring poison or acid here, at least as long as I assume anyone else would touch it."
He smiled
"I enjoy collecting poisons since if I drink, then I can make them, and I am still looking for the official deadliest poison in void. A small contest 5, 8, and myself participate in."
Weâll see how much she cares.
(As they talk, it takes a sip of his own drink and then just starts opening shit up, seeing what she has lying around.)
Thereâs like, four lighters in here. What could she possibly have to do with four lighters? In the same drawer?
(She starts pulling them out. Each one is numbered, 1 through 4.)
Weirdo. Anyway, yeah, that makes sense. It still looks like itâs straight from a battery. Deadliest⌠Iâd nominate the sight of your brother. Actually, this might be a weird question, but what happens when someone eats void matter?
"Depends... are we talking void eating it or a normal person? Normal people would simultaneously rot, get frozen, have their soul ripped out, and probably experience the same feeling of having acid poured over all your nerves. I wouldn't know if I had never seen someone do it."
"He can look less like a horrific combat insect when he feels like it... so never. I just can't be bothered to argue with him on that."
He laughs a little.
"We wouldn't exactly be considering normal by most peoples standards either. But really, why would you need 4 lighters?"
Oh. Right. Well, next time I donât like someone, I know what to do.
(They joke. Thatâs far too cheap for them. As he speaks, he flicks on each lighter, one by one. They all work perfectly fine.)
The fuck?
Oh, by the way, Iâve got a little something of my own I was wanting to show you.
(They reach into their pocket and bring out a small green ring.)
SCP-714. I borrowed it from some researcher earlier today. Normally I just wouldnât give it back, but she seemed nice enough. Got a plan for it, I need Vane out of the way for a while so I can finalise stuff.
"And for some reason my saliva turns to venom when I don't focus on not doing it⌠it could come from drinking all the poisons and venoms."
He sticks his tongue out once, but before retracting it, a single drop of saliva hits the table and burns a small hole into it.
"Oh, fuck, my bad," he chuckles quite a bit longer this time, almost falling to full-on laughter."
"Nonetheless, so you plan to use the rings' side effect to make them unable to stop whatever your plan is. Actually, would you mind sharing it, or is it a surprise for later?"
His tone is teasing and casual this time.
"actuall does the rings sideeffect work on you?"
He rather suddenly asks out of the blue.
That or itâs just from being what you are. I wouldnât be surprised either way.
(They cover her mouth with its hand to muffle its own laughter, before reaching forwards. Letting its nails sharpen, it carves the word âoopsâ into the table, and then a little smiley face.)
Weaverâs gonna fucking kill us for this.
Iâm just gonna start being a dick to them and using them to get Shifter where I want him to be. Someone already anonymously advised them to kill me, and the only reason they didnât was because itâd take them out too. As soon as they learn that can be changed, oh, I dread to think.
(They do not dread, theyâre excited.)
Uh, Iâm not sure actually. I donât think they do? Why're you asking?
"Professional fascination, nothing more really."
Honestly, it was just a thought that crossed his mind since he barely knew what SCPs solstice would be immune to, and he just wanted to know.
"Sounds like a solid plan, pretty good all around, and I am also confident you have a solution in case Shifter doesn't play along."
He is drinking a bit more of his battery acid looking drink.
"I am sure she will try to kill us."
He laughs a bit, spilling a good half of his wine within the glass as his wing strafes it and almost knocks it over.
"Fuck... for someone who has been using wings for this long they should be a lot less twitchy."
He sais a little annoyed at himself as he looks at the wine stain on the floor. And sighs
"Ah fuck it, what's the worst it could cause."
Eh, fair enough. I donât blame you. Yeah, Iâm pretty sure it wouldnât considering I donât actually need sleep, and I donât get tired unless my fucking soul is getting ripped out.
Yeah. If he doesnât listen, Iâll make Weaver do it. Thatâs why I havenât killed her off just yet, I might still need her.
(They sigh as he spills it, rolling their eyes jokingly.)
God, you idiot. Theyâre not that hard to work with! All you have to do is not actively try to move them.
He snaps at the stain, causing it to vanish and the glass to move to the spot it was in just before it was spilled.
"They move a little when I am in an actually good mood. That's rarer than you think."
He sounds almost a little defensive about it. Even if he also finds it funny and accepts the light joke at his expense.
"Yours aren't less expressive. i see them move more than a few times."
He jokingly pokes at one of solstices' wings. The akkusation was entirely a joke, but he enjoyed banter so why not fuel it.
(Grinning like a dickhead cat, they walk over and âaccidentallyâ butt the drink with their own wing, causing it to spill again.)
Maybe you should stop being happy then? Sounds like thatâs your problem. Thereâs a difference between being expressive and knocking shit over.
(He lightly slaps Jude with said wing in response to the poke.)
At least mine are real.
He starts grinning himself and chooses to leave the drink spilled this time. Poking them again this time, the other wing.
"I'll have you know mine as real as they can be. They are made up of the same stuff I am."
Is it a technicality? Yes, does he care? No. He then laughed a bir before continuing.
"You know there are more polite ways to tell me tell me leave other than 'stop being happy', right?"
It was a joke, of course, and his tone made that very clear. God, the shippers are going to love this, but... ah who fucking cares.
(They lean down to place their finger on his lips as if to shush him, sticking their tongue out. Thereâs a little pattern on it.)
You know damn well thatâs not what I meant, donât you, asshole?
Iâm not asking you to leave! Youâre so dramatic, you know that? No wonder your brotherâs got such a grudge against you.
(After a moment, they return to their original position, lowering their hand, taking another drink as they do.)
"I was merely joking about always being in a good mood around you. You sound bothered by the idea of me leaving."
He, with sais clear false sense of smugness(clealry part of the joke), adds before finishing his own glass. The banter simply made his mood improve even more.
"I'll ignore the comment about my brother because it's you. But no, he dislikes me because I go out of my way to be a problem for most people."
A deliberate contradiction in his own sentence. Perhaps a nod, perhaps a joke.
Says the one whoâs in my inbox every day begging for a taste.
(They laugh, before biting her tongue. It refills his glass, and then its own, offering a toast.)
Weâre so alike. Thatâs why we click together better than anyone else.
Stealing my brand, are we? God, youâre obsessed.
The glasses clicked a second after the toast was offered.
"I guess you're right, I am asking almost every day to talk with you."
The obsession comment sticks a little long as he wonders if it might be true. I mean, with how he is acting ... it's not entirely unlikely.
"Hard not to click with likely the only person to properly understand your situation and doesn't judge the 'unique personality'. Either way, I am glad we do."
[Or as other people would call you 2 insufferable assholes.]
He rests one his his wings around solstice.
"At this rate, I might be obsessed."
He was joking at the moment. But he enjoys the drink and company before he can overthink it.
Itâs a wonder everyoneâs so set on me supposedly liking you when this is the way you act. I mean, I donât like it, itâs just funny. Feels like it should be the opposite, hm?
(They down their glass without breaking eye contact. It makes them feel a little better to know theyâre not the most down bad between the two of them. Not that she does even like him like that. Asshole.)
Hey, weâre pretty much in the same boat. Itâs funny, isnât it? Weâre the exact same but polar opposites at the same time.
"Oh, I get those jokes too, but the old man murdered a few of the anons since they are close enough to the wall to be attacted. So, most of their comments I either don't mind or end up filtered by the old man's anger."
He laughs. At this point, he isn't sure if this is a bit or anything else. He ends up moving the wing back to his own back, not really looking away, either.
"I think it's pretty funny. I guess it's the benefit of thinking alike and opposites attract at once. A true contradiction in itself. I am sure it makes you happy and annoys you."
The last part he adds with a wide grin.
Youâve got it easy, I canât reach them, I just have to deal with it. Itâs a fucking swarm too, they gave themselves a name and all.
(She helps lift his wing off it, moving back over to the corkboard. They find a small drawing of what Weaver assumes they look like based on an old description, and neatly cut out the eyes.)
Youâre damn right it does. You know me so well, Jude.
(They turn back to him and wink.)
"And maybe I don't mind the jokes at this point."
He chuckles and starts grining a little at the wink.
"Glad to know that I got that right. Now, if my inbox was flooded with people yelling at us to kiss, I'd have nothing to complain about."
He laughs now, clealry enjoying himself again. He picks a picture of Solstice up and then smirks.
"I knew being weird and evil was her hobby bur staking damn. If it weren't for her shiitt loyalty to the foundation, the Order of 5 would kill for someone like that."
He sighs and lays down.
"Oh and sorry that the annoying pests from the other side keep bothering you. It's certainly more on your end either way. But to be fair, you're 'the better-looking one."
He pokes fun at one of solstices posts. Grinning up at them.
Good, now they can all flock to you instead of me. Sorted.
(Knowing he can reverse the damage and feeling pretty confident, they âaccidentallyâ spill its drink on him.)
Whoops! Sorrryyyy.
(They are not sorry.)
God, youâre right. Wanna bet on you being able to recruit her? I think her âloyaltyâ isnât as strong as she makes out.
Thanks for the compliment, Jude.
"You want to see me undress that badly"
He manages out with a straight face before bursting into laughter as the stain just vanishes.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself"
his wings unfolding covering more of the floor as he laughs a bit more.
"Oh, I love a good bet. What's the payment should either of us win?"
His eyes almost glow with competitiveness even from his rather lazy position.
"Yes, they could if they want, but it seems they prefer you."
He winks
Heya, how have you been? I heard you been going around causeing some trouble. I've been meaning to visit again, but the old man for once has kept me busy. I hope you won't mind a visit after I am done sorting that business out.
Ps. Do you have any drink requests?
Yours truly
Jude Adjutant
I haave, thanks for asking! You might see me looking pretty different soon, donât worry about it, taking a new body. Thereâs this doctor receptionist person Iâve been fucking with too, but your dad did the same, so no big deal there. Yeah, donât worry about it, visit anytime you like!
Bring whatever you think is right, I like seeing your tastes ;)
/Excuse the long delay
What place would you prefer to meet this time, your office, the containment wing, or anywhere else really?
Hmmm, wanna do Weaverâs office? Sheâs off today and Iâve never actually been in there before, I wanna ransack it.
Sounds like a plan, meet you there.
Shortly after sending that last message appeared in front of Weaver office. He started dusting off his new coat. A very few small black and a few purple accents have joined the normally fully white coat.
He leans himself against the choosing to wait in front of the office till solstice arrives.
(The door opens from the inside and she grabs his wrist, pulling him in. It glances around the room - thereâs a corkboard on one wall, full of notices and documents tied together with colour coded string. The first one it sees is the missing notice of one Vane Campbell.)
Conspiracy theorist. Shouldâve known.
A short, almost gasp of surprises escapes him before he chuckles.
"The rumors are going to love this"
His eyes search across the corkboard.
"Weaver really had a thing for outlandish theories... but a few ain't as far off as I would think."
He puts a few different drinks on the table.
"Currator gave me these, honestly no bad choices here."
He places a few glasses on the table.
"Oh btw how did your talk with that medic go?"
(Letting go of his wrist, they walk up to it, leaning down and reading one of the sheets. This one is about its work with the soul. It picks up a pen from her desk and writes at the bottom âP.S. youâre all wrongâ. Whether she is actually wrong is left unclear.)
Youâre right, actually. Sheâs on the right track.
(Then he turns back around and sits in Weaverâs chair, looking at the selection.)
Nice. Iâll give you first picks, if you like. Went pretty well, theyâre quite sharp, I have to admit. Cares quite a bit, more than probably is good for them.
"Real tragedy is that if they picked any other anomaly, they might have had a chance. Could have made a good career out of it and studied in peace."
He sounds way too amused by it to make the tragedy part of his sentence believable.
"Hmmm, let's start with this one."
He grabs a bottle filled with an amber coloured liquid. And pours both of them about half a glass full.
"Anything specific you were looking for in this office?"
Honestly, sheâs a lot smarter than I give her credit for. Shame I donât plan to let her stick around much longer, eh?
(It takes the glass and drinks without bothering to make sure itâs safe first. If Jude wanted to poison her, he wouldâve done it already. Right? Against their better judgment, they really hope so.)
Not really, just wanted to see what it looked like. Less organised than youâd think.
(They say the last part as he motions with its free hand to a loose stack of post-its with notes of varying quality and coherence.)
It seems to be some type of whiskey even if you wouldn't be sure what exactly type. It's not bad and doesn't seem to have been tampered with.
"Oh! I am dying to know what you got planned for Weaver than. It's starting to sound like you plan to get rid of her for good."
He begins causally correcting some connections on the corkboard. With something that seems uncharacteristic for how he normally acts.
He notices what he was doing and stops.
"Ah damn got carried away. Anyways I agree it's a lot less organized than I would think."
He looks over to solstice again after downing a bit from his own glass.
"Is the drink any good?"
(She puts her glass down after a moment, getting up and joining him at the corkboard, finding something about Adjutant and, giggling, ripping a small corner off in the vague shape of an eye. They look back to him, offering a smile.)
Yeah. I worry the transition between bodies is going to be a bit uneven considering Vaneâs already dead, and having her around is just going to make that worse - plus, Iâve started looking back at Mortis. Think Iâm gonna use the new style against her, if you get what Iâm saying.
He returnes the smile after looking at Solstice. Then his eyes look at the chunk taked out his own note before chuckling himself.
"Oh, that could work rather well. Delightfully cruel and likely highly effective."
"I wonder if you will be the one to do it or if you will end up having someone else clean up Weaver."
He sits down on weavers desk looking through a few papers for fun before looking back at Solstice.
"Would you happen to want a helping hand with your body transfer?"
You know, with the absolute brick wall of a woman she is, I wouldnât be surprised if she just didnât care at all. It would probably hurt if I convinced her it was her fault, but even then, sheâs so guilty already it might not make that much of a difference? Then again, who am I if I donât try?
Iâll do it myself. Worked alone my whole life, after all.
(They follow suit, opening her drawers and just ransacking them.)
No, Iâve got it. Come on, Jude, Iâve existed in essence since the beginning of existence itself, surely you donât think this is my first time?
"I ain't offering it because I doubt you can, I am offering because I care and hoped I can make it easier."
Maybe a little too honest for his taste, but ah well, what is said is said.
"She strikes me as the kind of person to say something super dry when dying. And try to act barely impressed by the idea of being gone forever."
He happily moves on from the previous topic.
"And yes, I sometimes forget that you have been doing this for a long time already. Perhaps because you don't act like the typical God I used to encounter."
He pauses and thinks of something else.
"When you get your new body, I think I got a place I need to show you. But that can wait until this business is concluded."
He pours himself a new drink, something greenish he doesn't himself even seem sure what it is.
Yeah, fair enough. I think Iâm gonna let them stab me, honestly. Do you wanna watch? I might do it infront of Mortis herself, but you can certainly be there.
(For his comfort, they choose not to mention what he had said.)
She would! I think I did threaten to kill her at one point and she literally didnât care. Sheâs got nothing to live for, thatâs the issue.
Canât wait. Also, why the hell are you drinking like, straight acid?
"Oh, an excuse to spend more time with you and watch someone be traumatized, sign me up."
He has the strange feeling something was left out but decides against prying both ways.
"It ain't acid... it's some weird lime drink but sure fucking looks like it. But I do drink poison for fun sometimes."
He laughs a bit
"But I wouldn't bring poison or acid here, at least as long as I assume anyone else would touch it."
He smiled
"I enjoy collecting poisons since if I drink, then I can make them, and I am still looking for the official deadliest poison in void. A small contest 5, 8, and myself participate in."
Weâll see how much she cares.
(As they talk, it takes a sip of his own drink and then just starts opening shit up, seeing what she has lying around.)
Thereâs like, four lighters in here. What could she possibly have to do with four lighters? In the same drawer?
(She starts pulling them out. Each one is numbered, 1 through 4.)
Weirdo. Anyway, yeah, that makes sense. It still looks like itâs straight from a battery. Deadliest⌠Iâd nominate the sight of your brother. Actually, this might be a weird question, but what happens when someone eats void matter?
"Depends... are we talking void eating it or a normal person? Normal people would simultaneously rot, get frozen, have their soul ripped out, and probably experience the same feeling of having acid poured over all your nerves. I wouldn't know if I had never seen someone do it."
"He can look less like a horrific combat insect when he feels like it... so never. I just can't be bothered to argue with him on that."
He laughs a little.
"We wouldn't exactly be considering normal by most peoples standards either. But really, why would you need 4 lighters?"
Oh. Right. Well, next time I donât like someone, I know what to do.
(They joke. Thatâs far too cheap for them. As he speaks, he flicks on each lighter, one by one. They all work perfectly fine.)
The fuck?
Oh, by the way, Iâve got a little something of my own I was wanting to show you.
(They reach into their pocket and bring out a small green ring.)
SCP-714. I borrowed it from some researcher earlier today. Normally I just wouldnât give it back, but she seemed nice enough. Got a plan for it, I need Vane out of the way for a while so I can finalise stuff.
"And for some reason my saliva turns to venom when I don't focus on not doing it⌠it could come from drinking all the poisons and venoms."
He sticks his tongue out once, but before retracting it, a single drop of saliva hits the table and burns a small hole into it.
"Oh, fuck, my bad," he chuckles quite a bit longer this time, almost falling to full-on laughter."
"Nonetheless, so you plan to use the rings' side effect to make them unable to stop whatever your plan is. Actually, would you mind sharing it, or is it a surprise for later?"
His tone is teasing and casual this time.
"actuall does the rings sideeffect work on you?"
He rather suddenly asks out of the blue.
That or itâs just from being what you are. I wouldnât be surprised either way.
(They cover her mouth with its hand to muffle its own laughter, before reaching forwards. Letting its nails sharpen, it carves the word âoopsâ into the table, and then a little smiley face.)
Weaverâs gonna fucking kill us for this.
Iâm just gonna start being a dick to them and using them to get Shifter where I want him to be. Someone already anonymously advised them to kill me, and the only reason they didnât was because itâd take them out too. As soon as they learn that can be changed, oh, I dread to think.
(They do not dread, theyâre excited.)
Uh, Iâm not sure actually. I donât think they do? Why're you asking?
"Professional fascination, nothing more really."
Honestly, it was just a thought that crossed his mind since he barely knew what SCPs solstice would be immune to, and he just wanted to know.
"Sounds like a solid plan, pretty good all around, and I am also confident you have a solution in case Shifter doesn't play along."
He is drinking a bit more of his battery acid looking drink.
"I am sure she will try to kill us."
He laughs a bit, spilling a good half of his wine within the glass as his wing strafes it and almost knocks it over.
"Fuck... for someone who has been using wings for this long they should be a lot less twitchy."
He sais a little annoyed at himself as he looks at the wine stain on the floor. And sighs
"Ah fuck it, what's the worst it could cause."
Eh, fair enough. I donât blame you. Yeah, Iâm pretty sure it wouldnât considering I donât actually need sleep, and I donât get tired unless my fucking soul is getting ripped out.
Yeah. If he doesnât listen, Iâll make Weaver do it. Thatâs why I havenât killed her off just yet, I might still need her.
(They sigh as he spills it, rolling their eyes jokingly.)
God, you idiot. Theyâre not that hard to work with! All you have to do is not actively try to move them.
He snaps at the stain, causing it to vanish and the glass to move to the spot it was in just before it was spilled.
"They move a little when I am in an actually good mood. That's rarer than you think."
He sounds almost a little defensive about it. Even if he also finds it funny and accepts the light joke at his expense.
"Yours aren't less expressive. i see them move more than a few times."
He jokingly pokes at one of solstices' wings. The akkusation was entirely a joke, but he enjoyed banter so why not fuel it.
(Grinning like a dickhead cat, they walk over and âaccidentallyâ butt the drink with their own wing, causing it to spill again.)
Maybe you should stop being happy then? Sounds like thatâs your problem. Thereâs a difference between being expressive and knocking shit over.
(He lightly slaps Jude with said wing in response to the poke.)
At least mine are real.
He starts grinning himself and chooses to leave the drink spilled this time. Poking them again this time, the other wing.
"I'll have you know mine as real as they can be. They are made up of the same stuff I am."
Is it a technicality? Yes, does he care? No. He then laughed a bir before continuing.
"You know there are more polite ways to tell me tell me leave other than 'stop being happy', right?"
It was a joke, of course, and his tone made that very clear. God, the shippers are going to love this, but... ah who fucking cares.
(They lean down to place their finger on his lips as if to shush him, sticking their tongue out. Thereâs a little pattern on it.)
You know damn well thatâs not what I meant, donât you, asshole?
Iâm not asking you to leave! Youâre so dramatic, you know that? No wonder your brotherâs got such a grudge against you.
(After a moment, they return to their original position, lowering their hand, taking another drink as they do.)
"I was merely joking about always being in a good mood around you. You sound bothered by the idea of me leaving."
He, with sais clear false sense of smugness(clealry part of the joke), adds before finishing his own glass. The banter simply made his mood improve even more.
"I'll ignore the comment about my brother because it's you. But no, he dislikes me because I go out of my way to be a problem for most people."
A deliberate contradiction in his own sentence. Perhaps a nod, perhaps a joke.
Says the one whoâs in my inbox every day begging for a taste.
(They laugh, before biting her tongue. It refills his glass, and then its own, offering a toast.)
Weâre so alike. Thatâs why we click together better than anyone else.
Stealing my brand, are we? God, youâre obsessed.
The glasses clicked a second after the toast was offered.
"I guess you're right, I am asking almost every day to talk with you."
The obsession comment sticks a little long as he wonders if it might be true. I mean, with how he is acting ... it's not entirely unlikely.
"Hard not to click with likely the only person to properly understand your situation and doesn't judge the 'unique personality'. Either way, I am glad we do."
[Or as other people would call you 2 insufferable assholes.]
He rests one his his wings around solstice.
"At this rate, I might be obsessed."
He was joking at the moment. But he enjoys the drink and company before he can overthink it.
Itâs a wonder everyoneâs so set on me supposedly liking you when this is the way you act. I mean, I donât like it, itâs just funny. Feels like it should be the opposite, hm?
(They down their glass without breaking eye contact. It makes them feel a little better to know theyâre not the most down bad between the two of them. Not that she does even like him like that. Asshole.)
Hey, weâre pretty much in the same boat. Itâs funny, isnât it? Weâre the exact same but polar opposites at the same time.
"Oh, I get those jokes too, but the old man murdered a few of the anons since they are close enough to the wall to be attacted. So, most of their comments I either don't mind or end up filtered by the old man's anger."
He laughs. At this point, he isn't sure if this is a bit or anything else. He ends up moving the wing back to his own back, not really looking away, either.
"I think it's pretty funny. I guess it's the benefit of thinking alike and opposites attract at once. A true contradiction in itself. I am sure it makes you happy and annoys you."
The last part he adds with a wide grin.
Youâve got it easy, I canât reach them, I just have to deal with it. Itâs a fucking swarm too, they gave themselves a name and all.
(She helps lift his wing off it, moving back over to the corkboard. They find a small drawing of what Weaver assumes they look like based on an old description, and neatly cut out the eyes.)
Youâre damn right it does. You know me so well, Jude.
(They turn back to him and wink.)
"And maybe I don't mind the jokes at this point."
He chuckles and starts grining a little at the wink.
"Glad to know that I got that right. Now, if my inbox was flooded with people yelling at us to kiss, I'd have nothing to complain about."
He laughs now, clealry enjoying himself again. He picks a picture of Solstice up and then smirks.
"I knew being weird and evil was her hobby bur staking damn. If it weren't for her shiitt loyalty to the foundation, the Order of 5 would kill for someone like that."
He sighs and lays down.
"Oh and sorry that the annoying pests from the other side keep bothering you. It's certainly more on your end either way. But to be fair, you're 'the better-looking one."
He pokes fun at one of solstices posts. Grinning up at them.
