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“The loneliest feeling is explaining yourself to deaf hearts."
Name: Oryn
Age: 20
Gender: Nonbinary
Pronouns: They/Them It/Its (occasionally uses He/Him when he feels Real)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 5'5
Weight: 130 lbs
Extra: Once known as Oryndor, Oryn changed his name when he was disowned. He doesnt use magic frequently as his magic is volatile and hard to control.
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Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
"That is quite interesting information. We will remember that"
"Its so weird calling him Oliver. He had a different name in my universe."
"Curious how one can have many names, is it not?"
"Yeah. It is. I mean. Jamies always called Jamie unless it's the guy version of her and he's called Zero. Like..." Oryn shrugs. "All versions of me are usually called something along the lines of Oryndor minus the original. So I guess I kinda always thought he would be named Teru."
"We have not seeked about other versions of ourselves. It is to remain that way"
They grab a few things from the pantry.
A king should not cook.
They are no king. Not yet.
Only by technicality. They sure have the damn responsibilities of one already.
Besides, royalty in general does not cook.
They want to cook.
And it's for their children.
They start to prepare hellcrab rangoons. Easier to make Oryndor eat if they like the food offered.
Besides, it can feed the little ore as well. See if the smell lures him out
"Seeking out variations of oneself can create issues within timelines." Oryn glances towards the door. It's already seen the issues within timelines, even if those issues seemed okay.
The little one peaks his head out from a cabinet. "Crab Ragoons?!"
"Crab ragoons"
They comfirm with a smile. They did expect the kid to pop out once he smelled it
"Yayyyy!" He hugs his mama's leg.
"He likes them, I suppose?" Oryn says with a tilt of its head.
"These are his favorite. Have you never had them?"
They tilt their head
"No. I have not." Oryn shakes its head.
Bappy gasps. "Thats a crime!"
"Well, we are making well enough for everyone here. You are welcome to eat as well. These should not cause an allergic reaction"
It seemed a tad hesitant before nodding. "Okay. I will try them."
"Yay!" The bappy claps before running around the room.
They served the ragoons in a big platter in the middle of the table, setting up three plates, one for each Oryndor.
"Very well, time to eat!"
The bappy clambers onto a chair. "YAY RAGOONS!"
Oryndor has appeared, now dressed in clean clothes. "Ooh ragoons." They hug Damien.
Oryn's head tilts, staring at the food wearily.
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
"That is quite interesting information. We will remember that"
"Its so weird calling him Oliver. He had a different name in my universe."
"Curious how one can have many names, is it not?"
"Yeah. It is. I mean. Jamies always called Jamie unless it's the guy version of her and he's called Zero. Like..." Oryn shrugs. "All versions of me are usually called something along the lines of Oryndor minus the original. So I guess I kinda always thought he would be named Teru."
"We have not seeked about other versions of ourselves. It is to remain that way"
They grab a few things from the pantry.
A king should not cook.
They are no king. Not yet.
Only by technicality. They sure have the damn responsibilities of one already.
Besides, royalty in general does not cook.
They want to cook.
And it's for their children.
They start to prepare hellcrab rangoons. Easier to make Oryndor eat if they like the food offered.
Besides, it can feed the little ore as well. See if the smell lures him out
"Seeking out variations of oneself can create issues within timelines." Oryn glances towards the door. It's already seen the issues within timelines, even if those issues seemed okay.
The little one peaks his head out from a cabinet. "Crab Ragoons?!"
"Crab ragoons"
They comfirm with a smile. They did expect the kid to pop out once he smelled it
"Yayyyy!" He hugs his mama's leg.
"He likes them, I suppose?" Oryn says with a tilt of its head.
"These are his favorite. Have you never had them?"
They tilt their head
"No. I have not." Oryn shakes its head.
Bappy gasps. "Thats a crime!"
"Well, we are making well enough for everyone here. You are welcome to eat as well. These should not cause an allergic reaction"
It seemed a tad hesitant before nodding. "Okay. I will try them."
"Yay!" The bappy claps before running around the room.
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
"That is quite interesting information. We will remember that"
"Its so weird calling him Oliver. He had a different name in my universe."
"Curious how one can have many names, is it not?"
"Yeah. It is. I mean. Jamies always called Jamie unless it's the guy version of her and he's called Zero. Like..." Oryn shrugs. "All versions of me are usually called something along the lines of Oryndor minus the original. So I guess I kinda always thought he would be named Teru."
"We have not seeked about other versions of ourselves. It is to remain that way"
They grab a few things from the pantry.
A king should not cook.
They are no king. Not yet.
Only by technicality. They sure have the damn responsibilities of one already.
Besides, royalty in general does not cook.
They want to cook.
And it's for their children.
They start to prepare hellcrab rangoons. Easier to make Oryndor eat if they like the food offered.
Besides, it can feed the little ore as well. See if the smell lures him out
"Seeking out variations of oneself can create issues within timelines." Oryn glances towards the door. It's already seen the issues within timelines, even if those issues seemed okay.
The little one peaks his head out from a cabinet. "Crab Ragoons?!"
"Crab ragoons"
They comfirm with a smile. They did expect the kid to pop out once he smelled it
"Yayyyy!" He hugs his mama's leg.
"He likes them, I suppose?" Oryn says with a tilt of its head.
"These are his favorite. Have you never had them?"
They tilt their head
"No. I have not." Oryn shakes its head.
Bappy gasps. "Thats a crime!"
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
"That is quite interesting information. We will remember that"
"Its so weird calling him Oliver. He had a different name in my universe."
"Curious how one can have many names, is it not?"
"Yeah. It is. I mean. Jamies always called Jamie unless it's the guy version of her and he's called Zero. Like..." Oryn shrugs. "All versions of me are usually called something along the lines of Oryndor minus the original. So I guess I kinda always thought he would be named Teru."
"We have not seeked about other versions of ourselves. It is to remain that way"
They grab a few things from the pantry.
A king should not cook.
They are no king. Not yet.
Only by technicality. They sure have the damn responsibilities of one already.
Besides, royalty in general does not cook.
They want to cook.
And it's for their children.
They start to prepare hellcrab rangoons. Easier to make Oryndor eat if they like the food offered.
Besides, it can feed the little ore as well. See if the smell lures him out
"Seeking out variations of oneself can create issues within timelines." Oryn glances towards the door. It's already seen the issues within timelines, even if those issues seemed okay.
The little one peaks his head out from a cabinet. "Crab Ragoons?!"
"Crab ragoons"
They comfirm with a smile. They did expect the kid to pop out once he smelled it
"Yayyyy!" He hugs his mama's leg.
"He likes them, I suppose?" Oryn says with a tilt of its head.
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Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
"That is quite interesting information. We will remember that"
"Its so weird calling him Oliver. He had a different name in my universe."
"Curious how one can have many names, is it not?"
"Yeah. It is. I mean. Jamies always called Jamie unless it's the guy version of her and he's called Zero. Like..." Oryn shrugs. "All versions of me are usually called something along the lines of Oryndor minus the original. So I guess I kinda always thought he would be named Teru."
"We have not seeked about other versions of ourselves. It is to remain that way"
They grab a few things from the pantry.
A king should not cook.
They are no king. Not yet.
Only by technicality. They sure have the damn responsibilities of one already.
Besides, royalty in general does not cook.
They want to cook.
And it's for their children.
They start to prepare hellcrab rangoons. Easier to make Oryndor eat if they like the food offered.
Besides, it can feed the little ore as well. See if the smell lures him out
"Seeking out variations of oneself can create issues within timelines." Oryn glances towards the door. It's already seen the issues within timelines, even if those issues seemed okay.
The little one peaks his head out from a cabinet. "Crab Ragoons?!"
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
"That is quite interesting information. We will remember that"
"Its so weird calling him Oliver. He had a different name in my universe."
"Curious how one can have many names, is it not?"
"Yeah. It is. I mean. Jamies always called Jamie unless it's the guy version of her and he's called Zero. Like..." Oryn shrugs. "All versions of me are usually called something along the lines of Oryndor minus the original. So I guess I kinda always thought he would be named Teru."
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
"That is quite interesting information. We will remember that"
"Its so weird calling him Oliver. He had a different name in my universe."
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
"Hm, interesting. We will see into making more of it then"
They are not going to comment on the fact they almost froze hearing "Grandpa Oliver". They aways forgot, for a single moment, that there is the Star Oliver as one of the kid's technical grandfather.
"You could probably ask the version of him in this universe. I think he has the same thing where he knows information of things that have happened to variants of him in other universes, yknow?"
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Damien takes the jar of unknown goop, analysing it curiously for a moment.
Watching consistency, color, smell... Perhaps he even tested taste. Who knows how the hell he tastes things anymore...
They then pet their kid's head gently.
"Very well. What is this substance's name?"
"I dont remember." :D "Grandpa Oliver gave it to me and walked away. Makes stuff taste better and makes me not so hungry as often as I used to be."
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Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
"It was merely a fighting event. We would barely consider it a battle"
They wave dismissively
All three sigh at almost the same time. "Tell. Us." Aand they're back in sync.
"We were stabbed during the fight. Simple as that. It will go away naturally. It is not the worst injury we got from said event"
They explained, still patient
"Thats not good." - Jamie
"Not the *worst* injury!?" - Oryn
"What was the worst one and how does it get fixed." - Oryndor
"Oh, the worse one was during our first time at the event... Stabbed in the stomach with a holy stee alloy, all the way through"
They chuckled.
"This one is just a cut. May take a few weeks to fully heal"
"I can fix." <- Jamie and Oryn
"Am i the only one that is useless in this scenario?" <- Oryndor
"Currently." <- Oryn
"Yes." <- Jamie
"There is no need- we are able to heal alone"
They sigh
"And if you so wish, little gem, I might teach you healing spells"
"His magic is too volatile-"
"I dont care if my magic is too volatile-"
"Shut up."
"No!"
Oryn sighs, not bothering to stick to the conversation and just covering his ears as Jamie and Oryndor argue.
"Hey, hey! No arguing or screaming in this house!"
They separate the two, putting their arms between them.
"You can very well talk this out. And there are ways to deal with volatile magic, we would know.
Now, could we please focus on caring for the kid who has been lost in hell for Satan knows how long? You are probably starved... And you are in need of new clothes"
They huff, summoning clean clothes for Oryndor and moving to the kitchen, thinking of what to give them and completely forgetting about the godsdamned stab wound on their side.
Jamie huffs and dissapears into the shadows. Oryn sighs and nudges the child towards the bathroom.
Oryn appears beside Damien, offering him a jar of a green gooey substance. "Add this to whatever it is you're gonna give them."
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
They sigh. If all three where going to ask...
"We have sustained a light injury during an... Event, in hell. There is no need to worry, we have suffered worse"
"How." All three of them say that at EXACTLY the same time.
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Damien quickly picks Oryndor up before they fell on the floor.
Usually they would be crouching down to interact with their kids... Now they're just standing and looking down.
"Ow." Oryndor points at Oryn. "Oryn is mean." Oryndor's head tilts so they can peer up at him. "You okay?"
Oryn scoffs. "I am not mean."
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
"I do not believe... That, is going to be very nice to them... Or healthy. They need to eat"
Oryn sighs and steps out of the way, letting Oryndor go tumbling out.
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
"No need to worry about it, sweetheart"
They try reassuring, before turning to the Oryndors
"Hey, no fighting"
"Worrying has commenced." She sighs, turning to look at her siblings.
"Let me out!"
"We aren't fighting.... It's containment." Oryn shrugs while holding the door shut.
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Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
Damien winces slightly at the hug, though he still pets her head affectionately.
They are not going to try to understand how Oryndor... Undrinked? The electrolytes...
"Why wince?" Jamies head tilts.
Oryndor grins before hopping up and poking at Oryn. Oryn swats at Oryndor's hands before shoving the child into the closet.
Where the fuck did the younger one go?
Oh gods not again...
O_O
I found one but not the other. The youngest was in my closet eating my clothes but I cant find the middle one.
Why was he... Gods, there's food in the fridge... And the cabinets... And his pantry...
The middle one was... Sent to the past..? Again... they seem to be displaced once more
He seems weird.
Sigh... I dont want to have to retrieve them...
"If we go, there is a very high chance to mess up the timeline... Seeing they in my set past. Should they not be able to move through timelines on their own? They did arrive here, after all..."
"Not willingly. Their powers, while they can use them, are heavily restricted by Jamies magic. It's very likely that they didn't consciously shift to this time period, and if they did they probably can't do it again."
They sigh, massaging their face.
"If we go back... We might find trouble with our younger self. Perhaps if we call her it might be better..."
"Yeah probably.." Oryn pulls a piece of paper out of its pocket before pausing. "Do you happen to have her phone number? I don't, I tend to do this the old fashioned way."
"We do, but if we are to be honest, we too prefer the older way. Your sister simply tries to smack us whenever we send her a piece of paper"
They chuckled weakly, a little huff, before taking their phone to text Jamie to explain the situation. If they are texting her better to already send the whole context instead of explaining to her here.
He almost seemed to wince when they chuckled...
Its head tilts. "Are you okay? Why the wince?"
They look up from the sent message, then away.
"You need not worry about it, child."
They gently, very carefully, pat Oryn's head.
"Worrying has been established." Oryn tilts his head a bit into Damien's hand. It hurt but it was manageable.
Jamie appears next to them, holding Oryndor² by the back of their neck. "Ya lost this?"
"Put me down..." They grumble, kicking at Jamie. Jamie holds them a bit further away from her body.
They sigh, picking up the younger Oryndor.
"Thank you, Jamie..."
They immediately sit Oryndor down on a chair and give them electrolytes.
"Welcome, Pa." :) She hugs him.
Oryndor consumes the electrolytes in the opposite way than they are supposed to be consumed. Oryn watches horrified.
