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Summary: With time comes learning to cope with the past. But sometimee it's hard to do it alone and, often, talking about it just isn't the way to go. How about a hug from your dear friend amber?
Founders' Wake was, what some might call it, a city of hustle and bustle, where every layer seemed to be full of activity and energy. Especially after everything that happened with the Sallow coming back, the city being infected, and then refurbished, the people of Founders' Wake seem to find a new sort of vitality within them. As if the world was anew, a city that had been painted over with fresh air, air that hadn't been breathed in more than 25 years, air that was crisp, as some seem to describe it as. There was not a single complaint about it, especially not from you.
You find yourself within the commotion that this city thrived on, with people talking to one another, making sales, and, especially in your present location, Joshy's Knuckle, discussing the recent occurrences within Founders' Wake. You knew it well, having experienced it first hand along with the crew you embarked with on your recent journeys, you couldn't help but listen in on the rumors and slight discussion that filled the air. Comments about the Ballaster's, about the Sallow, about how it all happened, but what really caught your interest was the familiar names that you grew to be quite fond of. Amber Gris, Devo La Main, and Zoox, and of course your own name being thrown in the mixture, as you too happened to go along with the plan that was fighting a demi-god worm being until its death. The fight itself wasn't entirely… something to be excited about. It was painful, disheartening, and … even sad, really, as you think back on the words that echoed through that magical chamber, now destroyed. You ran your hand through your silky hair, pushing your feelings aside, and staring down at your hands. Every time your gaze reaches your palms, you always find surprise rising in your chest, as the hands you once knew, with rough skin littered with different marks, from freckles to scars, were now of a different kind of nature.
With webbed fingers, scales inching up your hands and arms, as well as your now sharpened fingertips that not only consisted of the cartilage of your nails but also a natural sharpness to the ends of your fingers. This is how the Sallow affected you, and, while it definitely wasn't as bad as some other people had it, was most uncomfortable. You stare down at your newly-formed hands, an almost frustrated look morphing on your features as you can't help but think about what they looked like before all of this. Your hands were gentle, or at least you had been told that in your past, with every mark unique to you, and now… they were a side effect of an illness. It hurt your heart, and as you thought about it, maybe a bit too honed in on the moment, you quickly got distracted by where you were walking.
As you took steps, you found your body colliding with something that was too soft to be a wall. Quickly, as your head reacted before your body could, you deducted that whatever you had run into was likely to be a person. Stumbling back a few steps, you'd open your mouth to apologize, but who was before you was … kind of unexpected. Though, really, based on where you were it probably shouldn't have been all that shocking.
Amber Gris, one of your shipmates and, not only that, the captain of the Coriolis. Your eyes widened for just a moment before your features quickly relaxed,
"Amber-"
You'd say, giving the girl a light smile, as she turned around to face you. She seemed to have been shopping, as that is what you and your group had decided to do when you all split up before your next mission and smiled right back over in your direction,
"Hey there, you finished up here or what?"
She'd ask, raising an eyebrow to you and you found yourself shrugging. She tilted her head some, keeping that light grin on her lips as she turned around, paid for whatever she had been shopping before, and tucked it in a bag. You seem to have grabbed her attention. Now, while the woman was an observant person, she didn't have the greatest eye when it came to taking notice to the emotions of other people. That is except when it was with you. She read you like a book, maybe that was your fault, but she always seemed to know when you were upset. Putting a hand on your shoulder, she began to walk with you, pushing your body into movement before you would keep up on your own.
"Now what's the matter, hm? Got some problem or uh- can't find somethin'? You don't seem to be in the most chipper of moods here,"
She'd say after the both of you found your way out of the streets that made up Joshy's Knuckle, heading in the direction that was the Cloaca. Now, while the both of you might not head down into the rundown clubhouse, it was a better setting than the shady setting that you found yourselves to exit out of.
You'd laugh a bit, nervously, shaking your head and waving your hand dismissively.
"No no- nothing like that. I'm just sort of … taking everything in, I guess, getting over all that happened. I know it's been a few weeks, or however long it's been, but I can't seem to get my head around all that happened I mean… the fight with Cambria and all, I mean, it was terrifying! Before you guys, I didn't really get into all that much trouble and so, almost dying and … watching everyone else get hurt well… it was something else."
You'd find yourself shrugging, and as you spoke you'd make your way closer and closer towards the sort of safe haven that Amber seemed to enjoy much more than any other setting that you could take her to. She'd smile at your answer, letting out a laugh as she'd steal a glance your way before looking out to the older building that was getting closer each moment that passed.
"Aw, you worried about us, huh? Well, guppy, we ain't dead just yet, so no need to be a downer about it. We're alright, right? Not a single scratch still on us, after all, we beat the hell outta that worm."
She'd smile wider, and you couldn't help but giggle at the other's words. You both stopped in front of the Cloaca, knowing that this was the place that your little group would meet up after going your separate ways, temporarily, you'd end up here either way.
"You're right…"
You'd find yourself saying, shaking your head, trying to dismiss the uneasiness that sat in your chest. You wouldn't respond with anything else and when she didn't seem to get any other response other than that, which she seemed to be expecting, she let out a huff,
"What, you want a hug and a pat on the back to seal the deal? We're alright, and it'll stay that way."
She'd ball up a fist and lightly hit your arm with a teasing intent. You'd smile wider,
"I mean… if you're offering."
Her eyebrows raised at the response and she'd snicker some. With a quick roll of her eyes, she'd grab your arm and pull you into a tight embrace. Her hold was strong and her body was warm, the perfect combination for a good hug but that wasn't the end of it, oh not at all. She'd spend a point of her Ki, especially since she knew she'd have it back by the next time she'd really need it, to summon the translucent arms she always seemed to fight with. With these, she'd up the intensity of the hug, a now four-armed hold that felt like … home, in a way. You smiled even wider, your heart warmed with a strong love you had for your friend (be it platonic or romantic ;)) and you'd find yourself hugging back, just as … or well, no, you could try to be as intense as her, but you wouldn't even come close to it. You held each other for quite a while, or what seemed like it, and when you let go, you both were smiling wide.
"I won't lie, that was one hella good hug."
Amber would say, crossing her arms over her chest. What she didn't know was that a certain someone was lurking in the shadows, watching this tender moment between you and your friend, and, all of a sudden, you heard a loud, booming voice.
"VIBE CHECK!"
The voice was unmistakable, it was Uncle Joshy, and this was really proven when he landed on top of Amber, tackling the girl to the floor,
"God dammit Joshy! We're kinda havin' a moment here!"
Amber would call out, pushing the other off of her. Joshy would jump up to his feet, a proud smile on his lips as he laughed,
"You always gotta be ready, Amber, Your enemies don't wait for you to have tender moments with friends, now do they?"
He'd question, raising an eyebrow. Amber scoffed and waved him off as he ran back inside. Looking over to you, Amber seemed to shake off the whole thing, quickly.
"Alright, let's get inside now, don't wanna stand out here too long and give the guy another chance to jump me."
You'd smile and nod, and she led the way into the building, where you'd wait for your comrades.
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“A little respect, alright? It’s Uncle Joshy, he’s a psychic warrior who saved us from the blink sharks”
Amber says, knowing damn well that she’s the real reason the blink sharks aren’t a threat. But decades ago, Joshy gave her hope. Gave her a home, something to fight to protect.
And she knows everyone else at Joshy’s Knuckle needs that hope, they need something to keep them going. She doesn’t talk about Joshy as a hero because she’s making fun of him, nor because she’s delusional. Joshy genuinely saved her, and in turn, saved the community. And she believes he’s due all the respect he gets, even as shady as he is.
Yes, Amber has every right to be upset that Devo was rude to Joshy. But I still think she's definitely in the wrong here. Devo's baseline of emotions is being constantly high-strung, having spent months with him at this point, she knows this. Devo himself had acknowledged this and is actually trying to work on this. But when he comes back from an adventure where he came face to face with someone spouting the ideology that the world they live in is done for and the thought of salvaging should be abandoned, only to come home and hear that his MOTHER is dead, I think it's worth cutting him some slack. Because friendly reminder, the last arc and this one have all happened within a 24 hour period. And whether or not she was a good mother or not, Guidance was certainly a mother to Devo. So forgive me if I think Amber, the supposedly older, wiser and more mature member of the party, is wrong for absolutely laying into Devo for *checks notes* being snarky to her old friend.
