Might Makes Right

🎶 | @COMPACTFIGHTER // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| THE fluctuations are most curious to him, and while the man should panic and fear, and while a part of him DOES so, Siebren is far more engaged in analyzing the strange shifts in gravity that he’s come to witness. Something to pass the time between mass hysteria, evidently. Far too afraid of his life to choose sides —- he floats in midair, cross legged, and logs his notes. Despite all of this, Siebren is not foolish. He knows it, just how STRANGE he must seem.

EYES flicker upwards to see a familiar face looking back at him. ❝—Hm?❞ For a second, he’s stunned, unused to seeing someone else FLOAT, much less someone treasured. Panic quickly settles in, and he SCRAMBLES, floating up to Caspar. ❝Oh dear, are you holding up well enough? I’m worried — stay close, if you start to fall, I’ll make sure you’re SAFE.❞

One moment, you’re fighting a bunch of bad guys, then the weather starts acting funky. Next thing is some more crazy magic is going on that has Caspar floating in the air! This was something he was, nor ever would be, use to. How does one even control what they are doing if they are floating in the air? How could he move himself back to the ground and stop himself from spinning around slowly. Trying to come up with some answer, there was a familiar voice that takes him out of his confuse pandemic to someone who was... actually floating the first time they spoke.

☆ A wooden blade was too fragile, but her fists were strong enough. Jumping from foot to fit with hands raised, the Dioscuri sister danced through a hoard of shades, fists piercing and dissipating them with an alarming speed. It was difficult. She always had to check her blind spots because the person that she fully trusted to do so in her place wasn’t presently here. 

Her efforts were to save a group of stragglers that had been swarmed. A hole had opened up with a cord nearby, and there’d already been a blue haired youth trying to stave them off. “Human, are you opposed to joining forces!?” She called while sidestepping a blast of fire. 

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This island was getting stranger by the day! Though that didn’t stop the fighter from doing what’s right; to protect the innocent and become the hero of justice. This was one of his first steps in his mind, if there is someone willing to do harm to someone that can’t defend themselves, then they do not honor any sort of code of justice. Clenching his fist, Caspar made his way to the small group, throwing a punch at one guy who was closer to group. “Ha! Who’s next? Get in line.” He was ready to fight off al these guys on his own, with a wooden axe to help him out if needed. However, he wasn’t expecting someone to come and assist.

“I think it’s more accurate to say that thinking too much will give you a headache,” they teased, laughing gently. “I’m perfectly fine thinking as much as needed.”

Still, they were happy to see him happy. Worry didn’t fit the other well, and it also brought an anxiety about within themself. It was easier to stay calm and collected if Caspar was acting his normal self after all.

Raising a brow at the made up title he came up with, they thought for a moment to ask why they were being cast as a sidekick in this, but instead kept their mouth shut. The answer was probably not going to be one that made any sense but to Caspar anyway. And they didn’t necessarily take much issue with being a sidekick, anyway.

“Well I may be forgetful, but at the least I am noted to be the same as always,” they yawned out, still feeling the exhaustion from walking around earlier. “Speaking of, would I be allowed to take a nap now, or does your next adventure start right this second?”

“Ehh, you may be right but I rather not be excluded. Even if it is true.” Caspar couldn’t help but laugh back at the other’s comment. It felt as if the two slip back to the way things were before being dragged into this place. It was comforting.

Though he suppose it would be best to let the other rest. Who knows how long he’s been out and about. Wouldn’t do them good if the other manage to find a nice sidewalk to sleep in- or the middle of the street with those cars. Cars were the real enemy that Caspar will have to take on someday. But that is for another time.

     As absurd as this may be, the mercenary is nothing if not adventurous. So in one bite, the petal is just… gone. A moment of silence, contemplation…

     … A bit of bewilderment, too.

          ”… It’s… bittersweet. … Wasn’t expecting that, but that’s what it is: Bittersweet.”

Well... as curious as the warrior was, he wasn’t a big fan of sweets- even if it has the word bitter in it. He can easily take his word for it. No need to try it alone some day.

“Ahaha! No, no, certainly not, though I admit the notion is rather romantic. I suppose I just miss getting up early and riding at dawn. Your father went on hunts sometimes, did he not?”

          “Hm… it’s the only thing allegedly associated with the sun. So I suppose…“

     He’s plucking off one of the petals. It’s about to happen, right here and now.

“Yeah yeah! I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

Of course Caspar is going to watch with interest.

INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE;