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Head: Dried Red Oldrose
Body: Manderville Coatee
Hands: No. 2 Type B
Gloves Legs: Manderville Bottoms
Feet: High House Halfboots
Weapon: Manderville Knuckles
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I also have to throw in a rec for polymorphing into a tressym if the DM will let you, itâs both adorable and useful. (itâs a flying housecat that can see invisible shit and I love it.)
the DM is the most permissible one Iâve heard of I DEFINITELY NEED TO TAKE NOTE OF THIS
Khedo seems to have gathered a bunch of younger Padawans that aren't formally his like adorable alien ducklings. What might he have to say to an older Problem Padawan who came to the Jedi late from a similar scrappy upbringing and can't stay out of trouble?
(alienâŚ. ducklings)
I think as someone who LIVED that older, problem padawan life forwards, backwards, and sideways, he is drawn towards initiates he can see are struggling, whether itâs academically or emotionally or a lil bit of both. Remembering what itâs like to wish someone would just take the time to meet him where he was at his most difficult is part of why he projects himself the way he does: disarming, open, kinda foolish. Heâd probably just wanna say hey whatâs up you can come to me if you need to, your pace, no judgement.
ohhhhhh jeez alright. fake date: Jim Kirk, because it would be a comedy hour and tons of fun while happening and I know the Enterprise is first in his heart. enemies to lovers: Han Solo because weâd get on poorly at first and work it out. slow burn: Raleigh Becket for sure.
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Kleskizhae and Yangir, incredibly loud and painful high five.
Here it is, the dumbasses. Extremely mild and possibly misleading Stormblood spoilers?
The first time Susano was summoned, Yangir was at the ready to take the Lord of Revels on, but Kleskizhae was off skulking around Zenosâs airship, living in the vents, taking advantage of the full-face cover of the standard Imperial uniform and occasionally emerging to challenge the crown prince to a duel.Â
The second time they were both in Kugane, so they should have been able to fight Him together. Kleskizhae was writing a few songs for the Mujizoka theater, but Yangir had been arrested for âtrespassing and vandalism.â The vandalism was a mistake, and maybe instead of plating their roofs in gold that would get ruined when someone stepped on them and then complain when inevitably someone stepped on them, they could just not do that. When Kleskizhae came for their bail or to break them out, the Sekiseigumi chased him out because of the last time he busted someone out of jail. It was just the one time, and it was Hildibrandâs idea, but telling them that only seemed to make them angrier. So he had to fight Susano without them.
It kept happening, to the point where Susano Himself wondered why His two favorites never seemed to be fighting Him together. He was tired of them being the only ones who seemed happy to see Him, and as Kleskizhae protested that he was never happy to see an eikon, Susano unsummoned Himself until His two âFAVORED WARRIOR SOULS, MOST JOYOUS AND FIERCEâ were together to fight Him again. That was probably something that the more scholarly members of the Scions would be interested to hear, but despite whatever implications that had, it wasnât as if the two of them hadnât talked about how they needed to fight primals together more often anyway.Â
It wasnât long before they chartered a boat to the Isle of Zekki, where the Red Kojin put up only a token resistance. They knew they were only warm ups for the main event. Once they busted into the sacred vault, Susano was already there to greet them.
âWELCOME, TREASURED GUESTS! I SEE YOU ARE UNITED IN PURPOSE AND JOY! TALL ONE!â the primal bellowed at Kleskizhae. âWILT THOU SING FOR US ONCE MORE?â
As much as heâd protest in public about how Susano was a threat to Othard, and the very world, he was also weak to flattery, and if Susano liked his singing, he couldnât help but like that too.Â
âIndeed I shall, oh Commander of the Waves! I have composed a song for this very occasion, in whichâŚâ
âItâs about how weâre gonna kick Your ass!â Yangir said, clutching their spear in glee.
âExactly as my boon companion said. âTis a song about kicking Your ass.â
Susano laughed, and ear-splitting thunder followed. âEXCELLENT! FULL GLAD ARE WE THAT YOU HAVE COME PREPARED TO PARTY! THIS SHALL BE A CELEBRATION FOR THE AGES!â
He raised his enormous sword, in case either of the Warriors of Light had forgotten what the kamiâs idea of a celebration was, and Kleskizhae was quick with his glowing Allagan-tech shield to intercept it before it crushed them all like insects.
Under the strain of holding back Ame-no-Murakumo, Kleskizhae began to sing.
âOh great Lord of Revels, we are here to kick Thine ass..â
âYES!â Susano bellowed, applying more pressure to Kleskizhaeâs shield. âYES!â
While the primal was distracted by His sheer delight, Yangir lept into action, their spear glinting with the reflection of the lightning that was suddenly everywhere. They jumped through the storm gales to attach themself to His armor by the spear, screaming and kicking all the while. They pierced His shoulder, and Susano let out a yell that nearly left Yangir deaf as He swatted them off. Kleskizhae moved in to catch Yangir, and they landed on his shield, ready to jump even further this time.Â
âBetcha I can knock off His helmet,â Yangir whispered to Kleskizhae.
âOooh would that even kill him?â Kleskizhae whispered back, dodging another wave with Yangir perched atop his shield.
âLetâs find out!â Yangir jumped up as Kleskizhae pushed them into the air at Susanoâs head. They flew through the air, catching on fire and laughing as they rammed straight through Susanoâs head, knocking it clean off. The helmet fell to the ground with a clang, empty of anything but aether. Susano paused His assault to pick it back up, and He laughed.Â
âINCREDIBLE WORK, MY COURAGEOUS SOULS! A MOST EXCELLENT CLASH! I THANK YOU! SHOULD YOU HAVE YOUR SONG TO US WRITTEN DOWN, PLEASE LEAVE IT HERE, SO THAT MY FOLLOWERS CAN SING IT FOR ME!âÂ
The enormous primal bowed to the two and as the skies cleared, His armor clattered to the ground, empty of the animating kami until such a time when the Kojin summoned Him again.
They took a moment to catch their breaths. They were soaking wet, and Kleskizhaeâs magitech shield was sparking a bit from the damage it sustained keeping Susanoâs sacred sword at bay. Once they had stopped panting, they started laughing.
âThat was great!â Yangir raised their hands to high-five Kleskizhae.
Kleskizhae was still a bit jumpy, but he still met their gauntleted hand with his own gauntleted hand, and the metal audibly clanged.
âOw!â Yangir recoiled at the slightly too forceful high five.
âDamnation!â Kleskizhae cried out, shaking his hand.
Upon realizing what happened, they laughed, the adrenaline coming off and everything seeming ridiculous.
âHmmm. I did have a song written out, but I ended up improvising. Not that I ought to be leaving offerings for eikons, but still. He asked so politely.â
âMaybe you can have them ready next time. There is going to be a next time, right?â
âOf course not. The Kojin will realize the folly of summoning eventually. Or theyâll run out of crystals. Or something.â
âBut if there is a next time?â
âWell yes. Obviously weâll fight Him together.â
They high-fived again. It went about as badly as the last one.