Hi :3

BASTION - FFXIV: Evercold

we have gun sword (gunbreaker)

and now. presenting

anyways I have Opinions here (b/c Klug getting possessed every other day is one of my favorite bits in puyo)

I lean towards a combo of “Aya has to knock him out”, “he represses it immediately”, and “he’s too weak to stay awake”

first! context! This is the info I have about every time he's been possessed in the various official stuff (some of these are more dubiously canon than others (looks at Quest collabs) but I think it's still good to look at?)

to be more specific! I think that

He can't be possessed easily while awake - being possessed while awake requires something to mess with the seal, ex. the mindswap flashlight or the text-eating cat machine (both from Quest); that being said, he can definitely be influenced while awake (and Aya can probably brute-force the seal somewhat)

When he's possessed, his soul is initially "asleep", and takes a bit to "wake up" (from the shock of being forcefully moved from one vessel to another, when a soul really ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE MOVED AT ALL) - and I think Fever 2 was like this too, since we don't see the initial possession, we just see him run off to the ruins and then next thing we know, he's possessed

his soul can't form/"save" memories when it's "asleep"

when he's unpossessed, his soul says "NOPE we're not remembering that" and just throws the memories out (or represses them)

The Odyssey if the suitors were competent…

The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.

My vision for Good Future Klug: know-it-all, drama king, professional rage-baiter, and successfully combating his old touch starvation by throwing himself onto any and all of his friends at a moment's notice

For context, we are not the first owners of this house. We are the second. Whoever decided it was a brilliant idea to hang the smoke detector over a banister, entirely out of any normal adult person's reach is beyond my comprehension. You need a wingspan rivaling a shoebill stork to have a hope at merely grazing this pesky plastic puck, let alone the vice grip strength of a determined 3 year old to pry it off the wall.

Except it's so well embedded into its single dangling perch that it cannot be removed from the wall for ease of changing the battery. At least it opens with a stupid little flap to taunt you with its battery core too far out of your pathetic mortal grasp

I'm not daring enough to attempt a step stool or ladder, because this stairwell and its landing has a plushy carpet. Therefore, wobbly and unstable. If I were to take a tumble, it'd be a straight shot down steep stairs to a crushing tile floor demise. A fun way to become a bag of bone soup

But I value sleep. Especially at 3am. I did not allow this vertical challenge to defeat me

Equipped with headphones to guard my ears, and armed with grilling tongs in one hand and the wrong screwdriver for the job in the other, I toiled at grabbing this foul screeching frisbee. I fought, and pried open its dumb little trap door. After a few failed attempts, I finally gutted this beast right where it perched. Ripped its heart out, plucked like a rooted tooth