A Self Serving Existence

Hubris. I think. Is the word? Or maybe. Tempting fate? That he. Has so many allies. I can’t tell. What kind of luck. He really has.

… I am. Not very good. With concubines. To begin with. And that… switch. Of hers. That is. What gives me. Pause.

–oh. Why?

… you may. Find it. Silly. But…

I wanted. To. Give them out. To the children.

They should. Have something. Pretty. In these times.

And… for. Our fallen. Comrades.

She listens, silently nodding in agreement with the assessment of Jason. She’s not sure about Yang but, she seems pretty harmless. Still, not going to force the issue or anything.

When Nezha lays out the reasoning though, it gives her pause.

“That’s pretty noble of you.”

“It’d be ... nice. To do that.”

Mm. Uruk. Is very big. But it is. Nice. To wander. 

Even if. We don’t find. Flowers. A walk. Would be. Nice.

Jason. Seems like. The world. Slaps him. Smacking him. Myself. Would feel. Bad.

…

Yang is. Very pretty. I do not. Want to. Startle her.

“Yeah fair enough. Not like just having a walk around hurts even if you don’t find what you’re looking for.”

“Jason, I’d argue brings a lot of it onto himself. But he seems to be aware of that. I wonder if it’s just a case of ‘you can’t help being who you are’.”

“Yang. Well. I mean she is considered one of the three great beauties. Although you probably don’t want to call her beauty country ruining. Still, she seems fine unless her switch gets flipped. Then she’s just ... weird.”

Rather than dwell on the fact that one of the party members glows when horny, she opts to change the subject.

I must. If I want… to help… that…

[Nezha trails off–a rare occurrence for her. But she shakes her head, getting back to the topic at hand.]

Yes. I remember.

But I did not. Want to ask. Them.

Jason. Might make fun. Of me. 

And Yang…

…

I am. Intimidated. By her. Just a. Little.

She leaves that be. Everyone is fighting for their own reasons, even if that fight is the same. She’s seen Nezha trying to reach out to Kingu ... whether or not those efforts will bare fruit is another matter entirely.

“I’m sure if we wander around long enough we can just find it.”

“I get it though if you didn’t want to ask. Even though I’m sure that you can slap Jason around even with the ‘class advantage’ or whatever.”

Hm. Yes. The hammer. Is looming.

I am. Itching. To bring down. That snake. To take. Her head. But until then. We wait.

…

Flowers. I was. Looking for. A vendor.

“Certainly a lofty goal. Payback would be nice after what she did. But it’s gonna be easier said than done.”

“Flowers hunh?”

[Nezha reacts faster than what would be considered casual–both a habit formed out of necessity and a pitfall of her rebirth. Hopefully Jeanne doesn’t find how fast her neck snaps around to be frightening.]

Ah. Summer. Berserker. Greetings.

You are. Restless. Too?

“Yeah. I mean, isn’t everyone?”

“It’s like waiting for the hammer to drop.”

I gotta fucking wonder what awaits us back home.  What the fuck has happened.  How the Stonks have Not Stonked or… whatever.

I’ll just assume business as usual, then, for 2020.

I feel like I've missed some key developments back home.

“It’s just stoinks. Stonks even. Blah blah blah money machine goes brr.”

“Well, yeah, obviously I want to keep my options on GME.”

This raises ... so many questions.

If you had to guess she’s maybe now at about a 50% ratio of liquor to frosty.

The liquor store never saw them coming. Neither did the Weedy’s.

She’s sitting in the store, her sword buried in the counter as a mark of seriousness, trying to mix irish cream into a frosty.

Fun fact: you cannot mix irish cream into a frosty.

Fair enough, and they deserve fair time off and compensation.  Let them recuperate.  Plus it means we would likely have to feed them as well.

-That’s why she’s lawful evil.-

And, you’re not wrong.  Perhaps a montage of you falling off to the Wii theme?  That’ll be as much comedy gold as watching the Green Knight’s head go flying at dinner, though.  There’s potential, but I’d also be responsible for you foisting your remains onto me to haul back.  

-She gives a shrug before giving a nod exitwards.-

Enough talk, more burgers.  Let them know that the sun has set on their french fry stores and their alcohol.

“Well, I’m sure that you’d have to balance it against the shitty ad revenue until the video inevitably gets demonetized for being ‘fun’.”

There is no food on this earth that can mire my existence in more regret than my own actions have. 

But that counts. I’m curious about the strength of this food’s curse… if it’s as you say.

“In some places the mascot is a man paid to dress and act like a clown.”

Hot and fresh? You’d better not be playing me for a fool. If it’s not hot and fresh, I’ll lose it.

… you’re lucky, though. Only shaken milk will quell my rage, in that case.

“Well, okay, define ‘fresh’ because like, it’s fast food. It’s fresh as the kind of garbage that tastes great but that you immediately and immensely regret eating can get.”

-She gives a small hum, lips twitching with just a hint of a smile.  Sort of that “I don’t want to give her the idea she made me happy, but she did.” Her own sort of tsundere, maybe slightly different than Jeanne’s.-

I’d love to see someone try–that actually might spice up the night.  Though, my usual annoyances are on that trip.  I doubt even Master’s father would want to stop us.  … I don’t think that he would care to?  But the fact remains, if he stands between my right to every Flame Grilled Whopper, he shall regret it.  Severely.

I’ll drive, unless you have a designated wyvern or something.  Not my fault if you can’t hold onto me and bust your head open.

-Wait, she has a motorcycle.  Maybe it’s best not to question it.-

-She doesn’t have Riding as Alter, but it’ll probably be fine.-

“It’s a holiday so I think I’ll spare the four horsemen of the apocalypse lookin’ bullshit for actual work days. Plus like I dunno if the wyvern’s unionized and I ain’t paying for overtime.”

“Also if I get sloppy enough to let go it probably means that I’m so drunk I’m gonna ragdoll anyways. Knowing you you’ll manage to record it and put it on Youtube with a Clair Du Lune cover or something.”

“Until then I’ll hold you tight n’ all that super gay shit.”

Jeanne you say that like you aren’t the sloppiest bi this side of Mebbers.