#followerkit ic

Who the fuck is that?

-@the-fatherr [OVERSEER]

(i need to update the intro post and redraw his god form. but yaaay followerkit w/his sword! yay! @ghostwalkers-favorite )

“Of course, all mine own children art welcometh to stayeth how ev'r longeth and at which hour those they need”

It seemed calm at the moment till in the distance the scared shouting of someone was heard, becoming closer and closer by the second. Suddenly

KA BOOM!!!

A human being seemed to have crashed into you!

He was in what seemed to be a bathtub with wheels on it??

Medkit let out a awful sounding scream as he was ran into. Once he got up, wobbling slightly, he quickly dusted himself off, then snapped, "Sweet swords above! What the fuck are you doing?! I thought citizens were smarter then..."

Medkit got up, got ready, and was making his usual breakfast when he heard a knock at the door.

To his shock, it was Subspace.

Of course, it immediately summoned its gear, and was about to bash his head in with it, when it was interrupted.

"Listen here, you god damn traitor. I didn't come here to kill you, I came here because... I.. I need a place to lay low for awhile."

Medkit could tell Subspace wasn't happy about this, but he didn't trust him, obviously. He knew Subspace wasn't stupid.

"And why would I trust you, of all demons?"

Subspace sighed, taking off his gas mask.

"Look, Meddy–" Subspace started to say, "Don't call me that." Medkit snapped, contemplating hitting him with his gear.

"Whatever. Listen. Illumina is... trying to find Darkheart through us, his followers. And if I'm being honest, I'd rather not deal with that uppity bitch. You managed to stay hidden all this time, and I don't have any other options. Darkheart was the one who... recommended I stay with you."

With a deep, angry breath, he narrowed his eyes, leaning in to stare at Medkit.

"Don't think this means I forgive you, however. Just because I can't hurt you doesn't mean we're buddy buddy again."

Medkit snorted.

"Get inside, rat. Be quick."

As Subspace got inside Medkit's home, he noticed an odd trunk sitting in the corner of the living room, a worn blanket clearly tossed over it in a hurry. Curious, he walked over, and pulled the blanket off.

When he opened it, his face contorted into an expression of shock.

Ghostwalker's sword was laid in the trunk, cushioned by foam and soft fabric.

"It was you?"

He asked, incredulous.

His shocked expression turned into a wide grin. "Meddy! I never thought you had it in you to steal a deity's sword! Off a deity's corpse, no less!"

Medkit turned to him slowly. His expression was serious, and his tone was dangerously quiet.

"You tell anyone I have his sword, and you'll be wishing you were still rotting."

Subspace's smile faded slightly, and he nodded.

"Got it."

[Subspace is now available for asks!]

The two had settled into a hesitant truce, and it was now late at night. Subspace was fast asleep on the couch, and Medkit had taken the trunk containing Ghostwalker's sword into his room, locking the door behind him.

Carefully, he set the trunk down onto his bed, then he opened it. He handled the sword with extreme care, despite knowing its durability, one could never to be too careful with a sword.

As he held it, his grip light on the cold handle, he felt a wave of intense sorrow pass over him. The wound of his deity's death was still fresh, and there had been no time to properly grieve as he tried to understand what happened next.

And now, as he came to terms with what must happen, tears finally slipped free, and he sobbed, hugging the sword close to his chest.

Luckily, the sword didn't cut him, but he wouldn't have cared if it did, too wrapped up in his tears.

-seer / mage / overseer / rifle 🌀

"Uh?–"

Medkit looks more confused that you managed to pick it up. It hangs loose in your grip.

-seer / rifle 🌀

I used to get a headache when I looked at them. Now though, they just make my eyes hurt, and.. there's a myth that's been passed around Crossroads as long as I can remember, to avoid their bridge.

They're... hard to talk with. They always twist their words strangely, like they're telling a lie and we both know it.

When I worked with Subspace, I'd sometimes find him drawing fractals and plastering the papers all over the walls. I'd ask what was wrong, and he'd rant about his dreams, and what he saw in them.

I wonder if Darkheart killing Ghostwalker was truly a mistake. They seemed so genuinely upset, but they're a good liar.