izunia lucis callout

[founderinglight]

you will pry twinzunia from my cold dead hands let's do this

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[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, they transferred the fake Starscourge to me for a few days along with the rest of Dad's partially-nerfed powers. So that was fun.

[He shades his eyes with his robot hand and whistles at the scenery.]

Neat.

[founderinglight]

...I probably should not have asked.

[Excuse him for a moment he's not going to look at the scenery he's just gonna -

Junpei you probably didn't intend to edge the man halfway to a panic attack but hey there you go! Izunia presses a hand hard into his chest and takes deep breaths against the pressure.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei watches for a moment before gently offering him the brandy.]

...Sorry?

[founderinglight]

[He shakes his head at the alcohol, at least, not answering until his breathing is under a bit better control.]

It's not your fault that they went pulling on my own personal nightmares.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Guess not. That's a thing they do.

[Though he retracts the offered brandy, he's still keeping an eye on Uncle Shitweasel.]

It wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Lots of things aren't, when they're taken out of context. And Dad was around to watch out for me, too.

[founderinglight]

Every man has his own assortment of terrors. Mine just happen to feature my brother's Scourge to the exclusion of almost everything else.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...You should talk to Church some time. He dealt with it more often, I think. It's just something I went through, I never... got face to face with it.

They made some really tasteless merchandise out of it, though. Little dolls and stuff. I know he bought at least one.

[founderinglight]

[...Okay that? Is so ridiculous it almost swings back around to funny.]

Why would anyone - no. I am absolutely certain I don't want to know.

[Buy him an Ardyn plush though Junpei.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, yeah, you do not want to know what fandom is like these days, old man. People don't change, they just get way more public.

[founderinglight]

I can only imagine.

...And I say that as the identical twin of one of the most popular men in Solheim, so I leave you to figure out the kinds of propositions I got.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Lalala, I don't need to know, I don't need to think about it, I was already sharing an adjoining bathroom with him and Church, thanks.

[He's covering one of his ears. He's real mature.]

[founderinglight]

We understand each other perfectly, then.

[BEST NEPHEW.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He's Izunia's ONLY nephew.]

I'm pretty sure they didn't do it until after we burned the place to the ground, at least, but still. God. I know way more than I want to, about both of them.

[founderinglight]

[Look you never know where you adopt one there might be more.]

...That's more restraint than he typically possesses. Are you sure he's well?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well, he still thought he was a container for all the world's shadowplague for most of the time till then, so. Don't worry, they're making up for it.

[founderinglight]

Good to know some things don't change...

[misanthropicprinciple]

God, I still can't believe Kip baked them a 'Congrats on the Sex' cake. They don't need encouraging, you useless green alien.

[founderinglight]

[Oh no he's just. Groaning and laughing and putting his face in his hands. This is how the King ends, not with a bang but with a giggle.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei takes note of this, amused, and when it sounds like Izunia's calmed down a little, he adds:]

They make each other laugh, too. It's not all eye sex and innuendo. Not all the time, anyway.

[Tenmyouji Junpei loves his awful asshole family.]

[founderinglight]

[His awful asshole family sounds absolutely perfect to his awful asshole uncle, honestly.]

...I'm glad.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I can tell.

[He looks off at the scenery again.]

Anyway, we're still, uh, partially on the run from the bastards who kidnapped us, and partially hunting them down for murderous vengeance. Ehh, about fifty-fifty each way.

[founderinglight]

[Not much to see, really, big rocky volcanic mountainside. The distantly rising sun does cool things to the sky though.]

I'd offer a prayer for your success, but the gods and I aren't on speaking terms lately. You'll have to settle for me mundane hopes.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[No see that's pretty cool. He's been in space and then on a planet of grassy plains for a while. Topography. Nice.]

Like I said, Earth affords me the luxury of not believing in gods, so your hopes are fine. I won't even try to haggle you up to well wishes and cheers.

[founderinglight]

Don't be silly, those are free.

[Just pay shipping and handling.

Also did you want a chair because Izunia is deploying folding chairs.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Fucking hell, I'd almost take gods for this extreme level of video game convenience.

[Just plunks happily in that chair and makes himself comfortable.]

Not really, but damn, man, if I could take my shit everywhere? I'd never have to build a bomb out of dry ice and a PVC bottle again. I'd have infinite lockpicks. Ice cream cake whenever I want. A bazooka.