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mutantsgohome2019-12-22 11:09 pm
hissarfcaws) wrote in mutantsgohome2019-12-22 11:09 pm
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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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He abandons his position next to the head, sliding down to follow Jakob. His next step would be to throw his shinki out of there so he can study in peace, but— "H-hey! What the hell did you do?!"
With the door clamped shut behind them and Dynamo still hovering outside, Add lands ontop of Jakob instead. It's dark, but not impossible to see thanks to all the tiny lights and switches scattered around the control panel and the fact that Add is made of glowing spatiotemporal matter. He grumbles irritably, grasping around them for the control panel with one hand while the other is shoved at Jakob's chest... or maybe his face, he's not actually looking. Or caring.
"Ugh, good job idiot. With how busted this thing is, that hatch might not even open again! Would you at least stop touching things if you're going to insist on—"
He cuts his rant short, though, when he finally notices the growing thrum of machinery moving around them. Is it... turning on? The robot shudders again, metal creaking loudly from outside.
"... Huh. Well, the good news is it seems to be working now."
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“The one time you manage to blurt out sensible advice—” Jakob cuts in at mid-rant, but the realization that Add’s not stopping precisely to let him speak also gets him to drop his reply as this monstrosity begins moving.
He gasps, quickly grabbing hold of the headrest as he glares at Add in the relative darkness.
“Augh, never mind, then! I told you to get rid of this thing at once! Now there’s no telling what havoc it might unleash!”
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"Calm down, you're probably worried over nothing." Probably. God he hopes that sounds convincing. "It's a defensive unit, so it's not going to start attacking people for no reason. This should still be unfamiliar territory, so it'll probably just wander around looking for it's assigned location. Since that place is in another dimension, we have plenty of time to regain control."
... assuming, of course, that no one panics and tries to attack it. Or that all the existing battle-damage he didn't get a chance to repair doesn't cause it to crash. Or explode. Or that it doesn't have the equipment installed to attempt dimension travel, which would most definitely kill both of them instantly...
The fact that Add's being so quiet right now should probably be tipping Jakob off, but he's just going to keep pretending everything's fine anyway and hope that they both don't die in a really stupid way. He clears his throat loudly, twisting a few more dials at random.
"Anyway... if you're going to be in here, you might as well make yourself useful. Go check the other side for compartments. Maybe there's a manual." Even giant dragon mechas need a glovebox, right?
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He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and tries not to let what might’ve been some muffled screams from outside get to him. It’s fine. They’ll be fine.
It’s fine.
“What were you tinkering about with earlier anyway?” Jakob decides to say instead as he rummages in the compartments as instructed. The silence does worry him, but even he knows that yelling at Add won’t really stop this thing. He has to be the adult here now, the twenty-three-year-old spatiotemporal god of chaos be damned, and he’s going to do his job properly no matter what!
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Add is halfway through the panel in front of him when he finally hits the lights, a soft blue glow filling the cockpit. Progress! He can do this!! He takes a deep breath of his own, looking over the buttons again now that he can see what he's doing. Most of them aren't labelled very clearly, but...
"There was some battle damage, so I was trying to repair it. I assumed it was shut down by the excessive damage, but perhaps it was only disabled temporarily..." It makes sense in retrospect, considering the pristine condition of the core. Something might've just caused it to reboot. "Whatever the case, some of its features may still be disabled. The arms in particular looked like they'd taken quite a beating. Let's hope the particle cannons are offline, too."
He hits a few more buttons, but nothing seems to be happening yet... until he notices a small blinking light at back corner of the panel. Add leans forward to press it and the space around them is instantly flooded with light, several dozen holoscreens opening all at once. They just needed to turn the holoprojectors on, apparently. Most of the screens are fairly useless, but there is a big one at the front with what looks to be the main external view from the mech's perspective.
They're not ravaging the countryside yet, but uh, it's probably a good thing they had that abandonned temple next door. It now more closely resembles a pancake. Add cringes.
"... What other temples are next to ours again?"
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He’s trying not to think of the possible implications of all these screens and panels lighting up around him as he listens to Add punch away at all the damn buttons in the cockpit. As he gropes about for a latch or a handle or something—being far too afraid to outright push any buttons in case those cannons Add mentioned were fully functional after all—he stops whatever he’s doing and looks up, giving Add a flat look.
“You had better steer this thing clear of the Metis and Freyr temples.” That’s where Zelda and Roxas are, after all. But everything else can totally go the pancake route—he’s more worried about what the Heavens might do to Add once this is all sorted out, anyway.
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He picks a lever and gives it a tug. The giant mech finally stops... and a weird mechanical hum starts to build somewhere behind their position. A new notification pops up next to their lovely view of the Takamagahara countryside:
PROPULSION SETTINGS: 100%
"Uhh." That's... not the steering. "I'll just turn that one back off—" but he doesn't get a chance to before the mech suddenly rockets straight into the air, knocking him back into Jakob from the sudden shift in momentum. Their path of destruction on the ground ends in a giant flaming crater. Above them, the machine lets out a deafening roar.
Well. At least they know the flight propulsion system still works? And will hopefully continue to work until they can get back down...
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“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” At this speed and without any seatbelts or other safety devices on Jakob’s quick to lock his arms around Add while bracing himself against the nearest lever, hoping that he won’t be triggering anything important. His back hurts where it digs into some pointy, uncomfortable part of the hatch and his skull is still ringing from the sudden shifts in momentum banging them around inside this hulking monster.
Dammit, Add, when he said to steer it away from the temples where the people he actually cared about lived at, he hadn’t meant like this.
“Ugh, never mind! Stay still while I heal your injuries!!”
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"I'm fine, stop— let me get at the controls! Do you want to die here?!" At least he has a reason to be difficult this time. He flails in the direction of the main control panel, trying to grab onto the back of the seat to maybe drag both of them over there. "If that's the flight controls then the steering must be close by! I can at least slow the acceleration!"
Is there an upper limit to the Far Shore's atmosphere? What would happen if they hit the 'top'? As fascinating as that question might be, Add isn't too keen on testing it by ramming a giant uncontrollable robot into it.
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It’s a terrible thing when you realize that Add still has a better handle on the situation than you do. Regardless, his eyes dart around the cockpit, seeking out some manner of escape somewhere amid all this rattling and flashing lights and alarming noises and he really, really wishes things would quiet down for a moment and…
His eyes widen. That’s it.
“Open up a portal.”
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Add is still trying to squirm his way free, though Jakob's next words do make him pause. He shoots his shinki an incredulous look. "Seriously?! You think abandoning an out-of-control defense unit is plan A? First of all, if it crashed or got lost that would be a total waste of a perfectly good Nasod specimen! Secondly, what do you think's going to happen if we leave it here, it doesn't have infinite fuel sources! It could crash-land on our temple! Third—"
Another rant is cut off by a loud click as they both slip down a little. Between Jakob's clinging for dear life and Add's stubborn flailing, they finally managed to yank down that lever. There's another hiss and a creak of grinding metal and turning gears, the holoscreens at the front of the cockpit parting as a sliver of light cuts through the dark interior...
... yeah, so, turns out the hatch does still work, it was just kind of stuck. And now they're several thousand feet up in the air with the door open, a dozen different safety warnings are flashing all around them, and no one has their seatbelts on.
Add stops flailing and grabs onto Jakob, the roar of wind almost enough to drown out his voice even at this range. "Pull it back up!"
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But right now he isn’t thinking about that. Right now he’s thinking about that awful lurching feeling like he’d been yanked out of his own skin, and that feeling had yet to subside—indeed it had grown even worse the moment that hatch opened, at literally the worst fucking time, because of course it did!!!
“I’m—I’m trying!” he screams above the dim of alarms, feeling his jaw rattling in his skull as he says it. The fact that Add’s finally stilled and grabbed a hold of him like he should’ve ages ago is of small comfort to Jakob, who feels as though he might be yanked out of there and into that flashing, roaring darkness—wherever this is.
His grip on the lever is steely, but given the awkwardness of his position vis-à-vis the damned contraption as well as the fact that he’s clinging to Add tightly with his other arm means that his progress will be slow, and will look for all the world like he’s dancing at a rave. A midnight robot rave of death in the midst of an extra-atmospheric techno-beat acid trip with an extra heaping helping of blaring sirens.
And maybe it’s the jerk of the cockpit as the hatch opens or maybe it’s because Jakob’s too distracted to really make sense of things anymore, but when he finally flips that damn switch Add will find himself engulfed with an overwhelming feeling of relief through their emphatic link…
Only for it to be cut short the moment an airbag pops out of somewhere nearby to slam them further back into the cockpit.
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Part of it, anyway, as he's reminded when the airbags decide to go off. Right, they're still stuck in an out-of-control mech. That part hasn't changed yet. He groans irritably, punching at the stupid airbag (why does a giant flying robot even have airbags?!) to try and fight his way back to the controls again. This isn't over yet! They can still regain control...!!
The alarms finally stop blaring, a new flashing message filling the main display as the holoscreens re-materialize at the front of the cockpit:
REACTIVATING AUTOPILOT MODE
... and just like that, the wild spinning and accelerating stops. They're still flying and no more in control than they started, but at least someone here knows how to steer a mech properly (even if that someone is the mech). Add sighs, giving up and slouching into their airbag prison.
"Maybe teleporting out isn't such a bad idea after all. It'll probably sort itself out eventually... we'll just pick it out of whatever rubble it ends up causing and say we had nothing to do with it."
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He gingerly lets go of Add then. For a moment, he contemplates stabbing the airbags, but decides against it. At this point, he’d rather risk flipping that lever again than facing up to whatever other surprise this mecha has for them.
“Agreed,” he replies, switching off the airbags and holding his breath as he does so. He stays motionless for a few more moments, as if expecting something else to happen, but when nothing terrible seems forthcoming, finally sighs in relief.
“As long as there is no possibility of this thing returning to the Far Shore, all will be well.” He gives Add a pointed look. “It is going to keep flying away from the Far Shore, isn’t it?”
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There are still some warning messages flashing, but they've achieved a relative amount of peace for now. Add leans on the back of the pilot seat now that the stupid airbags are gone. Well, they've agreed on the next course of action, but... "Unless it can cross dimensions, it can't exactly fly 'away' from the Far Shore. Perhaps away from Takamagahara, if we assume the other pantheons exist on the same plane as Japan's... but, I'm not sure where we are right now." It's muttered with sheepish reluctance, but he can't exactly lie about it. Add's sense of direction is pretty sharp, but he's without his dynamos and they've been flying and spinning around wildly for awhile now, so who fucking knows what direction they're going in. Is it moving away, or is it circling overhead, or what? Who knows!
"Fortunately, I am a god of time and space," he quickly adds, "so give me a second and I'll assess the situation. Then we can get out of here and work on our alibis." The most important part of this plan, of course. Add closes his eyes, focusing on the space outside the cockpit, holding in his groans as he adjusts to the nauseating vertigo of it all...
Ah. He can see their house from here.
"... we're not moving away, exactly." They are, in fact, moving towards the central district. At least they're high enough up to not be too obvious... maybe Amaterasu's shinki won't think a shiny dragon-shaped cloud is that weird? "Maybe... maybe I can lure it away, if I go outside and catch its attention. Then we can say we stopped it from rampaging instead of causing anything."
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The only thing he can really agree to is the alibi part, but he’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, he doesn’t want to hurt Add or the tiny handful of people he actually cares about in the Far Shore. Although…if it came down to choosing either one of them…
“I’d be no better than my parents if I let you put yourself in danger.” Not that he’s forgotten that Add still is in danger inside of this roving metal death trap, but he’s working on a solution, dammit! They’ve been through even more dangerous situations than this! Hell, there’d been that time with the ayakashi, and…
“It’s risky, and it will draw far too much attention to us, but at this point that’s hardly a concern any more. If you cannot control it from here, then you might as well control it from the outside.”
Use the spoons, Add.
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"It's not that I can't control it from in here, I just don't have the time to properly research everything under these conditions—" add literally no one was asking about that "but whatever. Controlling it from the outside... perhaps if we had something that could restrain its body by force..."
He pauses, contemplating that thought. What could they use to restrain such a massive machine without causing too much damage...?
Gradually, his gaze starts to wander until he's staring thoughtfully at Jakob. He holds his stare for a moment, frowning slightly, before raising a hand as if coming to an idea—
"Kuki." Who needs warnings? Clearly, this must be what Jakob had in mind. He twirls a spoon in his hand. "How far do you think you can reach from here? Otherwise, we may have to go with plan C, and I'm not sure how I feel about making you the bait." He's probably not joking, but look, he'd much rather use a bunch of non-sentient telekinetic spoons for this if he can.
crosses spoonbending a giant robot off the bucket list...
Even if he kind of wants to.
With a huff, he finally recovers himself a few seconds later to reply with: “Honestly, I’m tempted to have you simply rend this golem and be done with it.”
But is that even possible when it’s not an ayakashi? “But never mind. To tell the truth, I have no idea, but we have no choice but to try it. Just give me the order.”
And they’ll whether or not the spoonocalypse will happen from there.
ok but consider: wrestling a giant robot with an equally giant telekinetic spoondragon
He'd still prefer to keep this robot intact, after all, but a combat unit like this should be able to take a bit of roughing up if it comes to that. If it's good enough to fly, it can probably be beaten down into landing without making it blow up. Once it's grounded it'll be much easier to deal with.
Add closes his eyes and begins to focus, calling upon the divine authority of his shinki's domain—the holy domain of the bluntest of cutlery. In the temples far, far beneath them the drawers begin to rattle, disposable plastic implements burst forth from their thin wrappings, and dozens upon dozens of spoons are wrenched from hands and mouths alike. A hurricane of metal and plastic begins to swirl into the air, rising up towards the dragon mech in the sky with a deafening clatter.
Of course, from their perspective within the mech's cockpit it doesn't seem like much is happening at all. The next minute or so goes by in relative peace... until the mech's warning signals start flashing wildly again, detecting the presence of a sudden threat—
The external view in front of them is immediately covered up by a swarm of spoons. The machine begins to thrash, trying to fight off thousands of tiny enemies. This, of course, shakes around the cockpit as well, and Add is forced to cling to the back of the seat again to keep himself from getting tossed around.
"It's— hard to focus from in here," he hisses out, trying to divide his attention with limited success. The spoons outside are starting to lose their formation. "This is your power, too. Can you control them at all?"
stop with this galaxybrained shit omfg
But he doesn’t have long to ponder this as a sudden tide of spoons crashes into them and Jakob yelps as the cockpit seems to shake and shudder at intensely nauseating levels. It takes him a moment to collect himself, and when he does—
“Well don’t just stand there! Strap yourself in and don’t move!” There are seatbelts in this monstrosity, right? He’ll have to hope, since he isn’t able to physically shield Add from danger at the moment.
But while Add is hopefully doing as he’s being told (Jakob can dream), Jakob for his part focuses on the matter at hand. A sudden tide of spoons all the way out in space. As if they haven’t drawn enough attention to themselves already…he realizes too late that the spoons would very definitely implicate them in this latest disaster and he’ll have quite the struggle when it comes to negotiating with the gods for a lighter sentence for Add later on.
But for now he concentrates. He envisions himself one—that is, six—spoons among many. He feels himself reaching out to his kin, all of which are subservient, frequently splattered with food, and apt to get a lot of lip from everyone around them. Damn, maybe this is too relatable after all. But the spoons are also a fount of infinite possibilities, as their last major battle has shown. The spoons can be anything. They are kin. They are legion. What would be the most terrifying shape they could take?
Jakob considers this for a moment. Stains that are downright impossible to remove are a nightmare to a butler, as are terrible manners, some of Add’s more eccentric inventions, that time the zombies…
No. No. Don’t think about that now. If he were in his human form he might even have broken out into a cold sweat. But still, he reaches further—further into the deep, into the primal vestiges of his memory. Yes. There is something else here that instinctively fills him with dread, though he doesn’t quite understand why. They’re only in pictures, or on TV or on the Internet. They’re but fanciful creatures that shouldn’t exist in this world save perhaps as the pets of some gods.
But they scare him, somehow, even as they fill him with a deep awe. At last, the spoons begin shuddering in place, then they begin to shift, all of them flowing into a single point in space as an image forms slowly in Jakob’s mind’s eye.
A dragon, yes. A dragon should certainly do it…
not until we have a proper kaiju battle right over amaterasu's temple!!!!!
Add looks a little ridiculous, considering he has the body of a small child in an adult-sized pilot seat, but whatever. They already gave up on controlling it so this is just so he doesn't crash into the exit switch again or something stupid like that. He's still holding one of Jakob's vessels in his hand tightly, and he reaches out for the rest of them once he's properly belted down—Jakob is unlikely to get hurt like this, but it would also be really stupid if Add lost an eye to a flying spoon. Both of them are staying put.
"Alright, what's..." the plan, but he sees it for himself instead. The spoons have definitely regrouped, and their view from the mech's eyes is... well, it sure is something. "Right. Okay. I can work with this."
They can work with this. The two metal dragons clash, steel grinding against steel, dicetium alloy meeting... uh, plastic. Actually, their creation may be slightly outclassed here, though what it lacks in durability it can make up for in telekinetically-powered strength and... "regeneration"? They have a lot of spoons to work with. If they just keep throwing spoons at it, will that be enough to win?
The cockpit shakes as the Nasod beast roars all around them, some exciting new warnings flashing onto the holoscreens as the spoon-dragon (the Dragspoon, perhaps) thrusts a dull claw into one of its adversary's mechanical gashes. A convenient diagram of the mech on one screen highlights a big red 'oh fuck' region on its left side. That faintly smokey scent is probably nothing important.
"If we can disable one of the wings, maybe..." Add mumbles, focusing most of his attention on helping keep their abomination intact.
why even stop there anymore when we could then go with transforming mecha next!!!!
A part of Jakob wants even these to join in the fray outside, but alas. It’s probably for the best. He spares a moment to glance at the screen and watch as their own vehicle warns of its impending demise—or at least Jakob hopes is its impending demise, but then again he’s also hoping that it won’t be ending too…spoon, before he and Add can make their escape.
The Dragspoon continues to regenerate, but it’s gradually shrinking in comparison to its sturdier companion, several hundreds of the spoons having already been bent or melted away by the blasts of heat and radiation that comes with space combat.
“We won’t last here!” he exclaims, forcing his Dragspoon to widen the gash within their mecha, but the further all that metal and plastic is shoved inside more of those spoons are ceasing to remain spoons, having melted away into burned plastic or useless pieces of metal embedded in the robot’s left flank. He knows he has to make a decision then, and empties his mind accordingly.
The Dragspoon disintegrates then as its component parts scatter, flying clear out of view as they reform at the back of their machine. Jakob has in his mind’s eye something even more fearsome than a Dragspoon—but, he realizes in a rather zenlike manner, he’d only come upon this simple but efficient idea after fully achieving true spoonirvana.
The spoons are utensillating behind them, forming up into a long thin line, tapering at the top. Well, now. This is no Big Dipper, that’s for sure. It can be more accurately described as a giant catapult, seething and bristling with many millions of handles yawning with many millions of bowls all gleaming in the light of the sun.
But really, all a spoon is, in the end, a catapult.
Jakob takes a deep breath…
“We are about to be served!!!”
And then a sudden impact, as millions of spoons crash into them from behind and send them hurtling back into the Earth’s immediate atmosphere.
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"We can't just give up—" Add barks, about to unbuckle himself and try fighting with the controls again, but... no, Jakob hasn't just given up, has he? Something else is going on beyond the confines of their cockpit, twisting and reforming in the air... Add stops, squinting at the blurry image on the screen, allowing Jakob to take the reigns of his creation as everything finally clicks into place.
A divine weapon, as great and as powerful as Odin's Spear, the mighty Gungnir, and even the mythical Fragarach... no, perhaps even more powerful than the divine weapons of old. For this is the mighty Catapult of Henir, the Ladlevateinn that shall be whispered of in myths to come, forever etched into the annals of history.
Add is so breath-taken by the sight (or perhaps just dumbfounded, close enough) that he's as surprised as their Nasod mech when the divine catapult suddenly slams into them, rather than trying to skewer the beast on its end like a... well. Alright, so maybe that would've been kind of stupid considering it's a giant spoon and not a sword or a spear, but he definitely didn't expect to be launched straight back into the atmosphere. The warning signals begin blaring even more loudly than before as the image on the screen blurs, the entire mech spinning out of control as it rapidly loses altitude.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Add is screaming, clinging to his seat while everything spins nauseatingly around them. "I said disable a wing, not spike the damn thing back to the Heavens! Ughh, I'm gonna be sick—"
But there's still something he can do from here. Though many of the spoons remain far above them within Ladlevateinn, there are still many that linger in the fast-approaching lands below. Add calls out one last time, spurring the remaining silverware into motion as the final remnants of spoonkind converge below, forming a rising net of interlocking scoops and handles. They bend and snap easily beneath the enormous weight of the crashing mech, but it's enough—their sacrifice is enough to slow the descent, just barely, from "imminent mech pancake" to "survivable".
The deafening crash shakes Takamagahara for the second time today, and the blaring alarms cease in an instant as the mech's power is abruptly cut off from the impact, plunging Add and Jakob into darkness. Metal creaks outside as the beast finally falls, returning to its mechanical slumber.
The cockpit is upsidedown, and Add might be clutching Jakob's vessels a little too tightly, but spoons are want for a little bending from time to time.
"... did we do it?"
For all the puns you’ve been dishing out I guess I can cutlery you some slack
The Ladlevatein, unfortunately, begins disintegrating as they enter the Heavens and crash-land atop some temple—hopefully not belonging to a god they actually care about, Jakob hopes—and the lights cut out.
All he can feel is the sweaty, constricting feeling of Add nearly bending his multiple selves sideways. With the mech shut down, its audio functions are likely disabled, preventing them—mercifully—from having to listen to the rain of ruined spoons from the outside.
Indeed, all of the Far and even the Near Shore is experiencing a meteor shower of sorts, as molten former-spoons pulled in by the Earth’s gravity find themselves careening to the planet’s surface like the heated barrage of a million space guns. And thus the infamy of Henir continues to grow, with the nascent legend of the great Ladlevatein and the apocalyptic Ragnaspork which must follow in their wake. Never again will the denizens of the Near Shore look upon their dinner sets the same way again, and all who revere Henir must now observe the holy trinity of spoon, fork, and knife.
And somewhere within a secluded area of the Near Shore, an artist is hard at work painting one among many of his madness-induced eye-portal paintings, which are now weeping rains of fire that, upon closer inspection, appear to be painstakingly drawn spoons.
At the Far Shore, however, things aren’t proceeding as pleasantly.
“We’ve made it safely home, haven’t we?” At least, he thinks so. It’s hard to be sure when his vision’s cut off and they’re upside-down, but Jakob doesn’t let that get him down. After all, he’s already considering the immediate consequences of their actions, and he’s torn between breaking them out of the cockpit or keeping Add inside and out of trouble while he deals with some very angry gods.
…Then again, Add being in the cockpit in the first place is what started this whole mess to begin with. Right then and there Jakob has to make an executive decision:
“Ugh, I can already tell that we’ve left quite a mess out there. At least change me back so I can see the extent of the damages.”
that would certainly be knife of you
For now, they have a couple more immediate problems to take care of. Add sighs, relaxing his grip on Jakob as he fumbles in the dark for his seat belt.
"One second." This would be a dumb idea, and probably still looks like one, but he only plummets for a fraction of a second after unstrapping himself before slowing into an upsidedown hover. Being a dimensional anomaly still has its perks. He spins himself the right way around before letting go of his shinki, uttering his name to trigger the transformation—enjoy having your body back to normal, Jakob.
"The hatch definitely won't be opening now... so, hold on to me. I'm going to teleport us out." Even if he really shouldn't be pushing himself so much without Dynamo... ah. Maybe if he passes out, they won't be as mad at him since he obviously wouldn't do that to himself on purpose? Hmmmm.
"We need to make sure we have our stories straight. If anyone asks, the machine started rampaging long before we got into it."
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re-emerges from the stale, blackened depths like a swamp creature rising from a muddied lakebed
gibbers darkly from my slimy non-Euclidean haunt in greeting