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The portal had been activated again-- for the first time in thirty years. For the first time since a scientist had vanished into it-- consumed by madness as he was. And so the portal spat him back out-- looking far greyer and more haggard than he'd been all those years before.

Stanley explained just who the figure was, though the dark haired man present undoubtedly already knew. Had he really stayed around Gravity Falls all this time? Waiting?

"The author of the Journals-- my brother."

A six fingered hand pulled down his scarf, as Ford assessed the area. His dark eyes locked with those of a familiar face-- his brother all but ignored in favor of the figure beside him. Stan seemed to take notice-- shooing the children [and Soos] out of the room for the time being.

"You can meet him in a minute-- we got feds to distract, kids." He had to practically drag Dipper out-- but this reunion was a bit more important than all that.

Ford stood silent, gaze averted as he eventually spoke.

Muse Art (Closed!)

@sonxflight sent: "Somethin' wrong, love?" The question serves a rhetorical purpose rather than calls for an answer, one's baritone is hushed and mellow as Jack is gentle to enwrap his mainline into an embrace, Kerry's melacholy is more than hefty enough to be recognized by his perception. "Not gonna make a fuss or anythin', but... Can tell it's hittin' ya, y'know."

Glancing upwards, Kerry would eye Jack up for a second. He'd be in an embrace barely a moment later, where Kerry would rest himself against him with ease. A bit of warm, not resisting the comfort being offered to him.

The Mariner didn't often take on passengers, when he did it was often for short treks and out of necessity. He enjoyed his solitude but every drifter understood the dangers of being too much on one's own. Water madness they called it.

Usagi may know how to swing a sword but at best he was no better than a child playing pretend when it came to everything else. He didn't know form or anything else proper to wielding it. He didn't know everything else that came with being a samurai, he knew it was the path he wanted to be on though. The first step was finding a teacher. He was pretty set on who he wanted. A wandering human samurai. There was no one better than them, quick on thier trail he near chased them down. "sir wait!" he called out stopping just short of running right to them, waiting to catch his breath as he looked at them. His nose twitched a little as he grounded himself into his resolve, bowing down now.