#distressedgold

@distressedgold and baby you shall have!!!

She bursts into giggles and clears her throat after a moment. “If this is about the furby incident with @distressedgold Belos, I don’t actually want him to suffer. He’s not that bad and we’re on good terms, I just want to prank him. Get him to be less serious.”

A pause. “But…if we’re talking about all the multiverse’s other much worse versions of The Emperor….then hand me a CD player.”

@distressedgold

Terrible first meeting starters

Willow lowered the light after seeing who was there.

"You're right, ghosts aren't this grouchy. What are you doing all the way out here this late anyways?"

@distressedgold​ asked: Hunter- "Hey, Steve? Emperor Belos needs to talk to you when you have a moment."

Steve raises his eyebrows. Well, if he hears directly from Hunter that the Emperor needs to speak to him, it must be incredibly important for sure. Not just a simple mission or something. The man throws the empty bag of chocolate covered chips in the trashcan with his tail before getting up from his seat.

He's worried, of course he'd worried. He knows his friend is strong, and can handle himself....but it's also not hard to tell when someone's reached their limits.

And Hunter had definitely reached his.

So, once a confirmation was given. Without a hint of hesitation, Edric stepped forward. Wrapping his arms around his friend, and tucking him against his chest.

    Some things just went together nicely.  Peanut butter and chocolate.  Butter and popcorn.  Ice cream and sprinkles- why was he focused on food?  Maybe he needed to grab something to eat soon.  Not the point, but Fizz noted it all the same.

    Something else that went together well; royalty and jesters.  Less so when said royalty was clearly upset by the jester's very existence, but nonetheless.  Fizzarolli was going to play into it heavily.

    Starting with tormenting said royalty.

    He'd slipped his way into the other's closet earlier, carefully cutting various silly faces into the back of each and every cloak the man had.  The throne had been drenched in some sort of jelly.  And the first moment Belos' hair was not hidden?  Vibrantly pink hair dye.  All pranks.  Nothing dangerous…

    “Yeah, just what I want to hear. That the only way I can get attention from you is if I’m lying half dead in the infirmary.” Noel doesn’t bother to try and keep his voice down. He’s pissed off and he wants his uncle to know it for a change.

    “The rest of the time? It’s ‘Hunter this’ or ‘Goldie that’. It must be nice to have two unbroken Golden Guards, isn’t it, uncle?”

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be doing this... But how else was he going to find more information? He’d already looked through all the books in the castles library and even went through the forbidden stacks of several of the towns libraries, but he couldn’t find anything of what he was looking for...

So now he’s here, standing outside the emperor’s personal library. Only the most restricted of information was accessible solely by Belos. If that fact alone wasn’t enough to keep the boy away, the enchantment on the door’s lock should have made him turn back.

However, in reading so many books on wild magic he picked up things here and there, including how to bypass heavily enchanted locks. From a pouch on his hip he pulled out his palisman that quietly transformed into his staff form.

Hunter took a deep breath and drew a small golden spell circle in front of the lock. There was a loud click and he stashed Rascal away before trying the door. The knob turned easily, the large door creaked softly as he opened it. No one was inside... Good.

Quickly he hurried it, softly closing the door behind him. It wasn’t a large room but there were still several book shelves filled to the brim with tomes and grimoires. It would take him some time to look through them, but he hoped he’d find something quickly. He wasn’t sure how long he would have until his uncle came back here.

Hunter sifts through books, skimming their contents, trying to find anything talking about wild magic. One looked promising and he starts to flip through the pages, trying to glean what he can from it.

A noise catches his attention and he shuts the book, clutching it to his chest as he spins around to face the door.