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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
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"A shinki should be prepared to serve his master at any moment," is Add's half-assed reply. Warnings are for chumps. "I don't know if we could even manage something like that, but let's see..."

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?"

…Ugh, that’s just the sort of thing he would say, and he doesn’t know whether to be proud or irritated at Add for actually using it against him.

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…

"I've been trying to—" well, ok, not really. He's just been clinging to the seat like that's close enough to actually being seated, but maybe he should try to fix that before this gets even more turbulent. He grumbles halfheartedly, putting his trust in Jakob's capabilities as he drops his focus long enough to drag himself into the pilot's chair, awkwardly fumbling for the seatbelt as the entire robot flails violently around them. Finally, the seatbelt light at the edge of the control panel blinks off.

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.

With Add nestled in an oversized chair like a true evil overlord conducting a space invasion, Jakob struggles to focus, linking spoon with spoon together in his mind, trying to force a kind of utensil-based unity out of these millions of disparate components—including maybe a handful of sporks with teeth small enough that they qualify as spoons. These Jakob uses to jab ineffectually at the robot’s armor, even as the rest of his dainty silver selves slot themselves neatly into Add’s hand.

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.

Edited 2020-04-07 15:37 (UTC)

It's a losing battle, and Add fears the worst when Jakob abruptly lets the spoons scatter. Now that they've worked Eltrion into a frenzy, is it really such a good idea to let it do as it pleases? Without an adversary to focus its rage on, the Steel Guardian could very well decide to wreak havoc across the Far Shore, and then they'd really be in trouble. The damn thing dropping from the sky would be the last of their worries!

"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?"

“Shut up and brace yourself!” is the best reply Jakob can make given their rapid descent into the Earth’s atmosphere. For a first-time space traveler he sure is getting the full brunt of the experience, even going so far as to create a new constellation of cutlery for Henir’s followers to come.

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.”

Add could peek outside with his clairvoyance... but has wisely chosen not to. Sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss, even for a genius such as himself. He'll delay the inevitable for as long as he can. Maybe it'll give him some time to come up with a better explanation than "we just happened to run into this rampaging robot, which we definitely didn't set off on said rampage, managed to get inside of it, and then single-handedly (spoonedly?) defeated it as a service to the Heavens."

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."

Jakob yelps when he feels them plummeting, and even within his vessel form he still feels as though he’d just suffered a near-fatal heart attack. Typical Add, to cause him problems even when the climax of their adventures is over.

He grips at Add’s shoulder, still feeling wobbly and vaguely like smacking a wineglass to his head as he tries to reorient himself to his human form once more. Someday he’ll get used to these transformations, but it’s not every day that shinki get their consciousness divided in such a manner, after all.

But that’s not important. Already he’s working through all possible scenarios, and comes to another executive decision:

“Absolutely not.” He doesn’t like how Add feels in his arms, and he’d rather carry his god off to bed, but maybe the floor…hatch?—he’s not even sure if this machine is oriented correctly anymore—would be a comfortable enough spot until Jakob is done dealing with the immediate danger.

“I’ll negotiate a lighter sentence for you on my own. The gods are more inclined to listen to me, and with any luck, you won’t have to be punished at all.”

Jakob's immediate refusal to let Add even leave the cockpit isn't completely unexpected, but there is one major flaw in this plan of his. Add raises an eyebrow.

"So... you don't want me to teleport us out?" The mech has no power, Jakob. How are you getting the door open? God teleportation is either both or neither, he can't only send Jakob out without bringing himself along. "I suppose I could try opening a portal instead, but..."

If he even can, but Jakob probably doesn't realize that yet. His body may be better adapted to spatiotemporal manipulation now, but Add still needs assistance from Dynamo to keep it (and himself) stable. So if he tried to make a portal right now, on his own, after already being exhausted from this whole ordeal, the results might not be pretty. Either the portal collapses, or his body collapses. So, really, their options are for Add to come along and possibly fuck up the negotiations, or for Jakob to go alone to deal with it, which may also result in Jakob getting stuck in the void and/or Add exploding into spatiotemporal dust for awhile.

"... Hmm. As much as I dislike dealing with the Heavens personally, I don't think faking my death is the answer this time. But if you really want to handle this alone, I suppose I could try." Is he going to leave this up to Jakob without giving him the full context? Yes. Yes he is. Pick your poison carefully, Jakob.

Edited 2020-06-04 08:08 (UTC)

Jakob hesitates. He’d taken it for granted that Add’s teleportation abilities needed two people. The fact that the only sort of teleportation magic he’s directly familiar with can be done remotely, well…

Never mind that. He doesn’t like how Add segues from opening portals to outright faking his death, and his bullshit senses, long since honed after what feels like an afterlifetime as Add’s shinki, causes him to narrow his eyes in deep suspicion.

Of course, the effect’s plenty mitigated by the fact that they’re in the dark, but it’s a valiant try nonetheless.

“Why can’t things ever be simple with you, Add?” He’s tired, exasperated, and worried sick. What’s another spat inside the cockpit while the rest of the Heavens attempt to poke at this heavily armored machine?

“Honestly, if you hadn’t already offended a large majority of the Heavens we wouldn’t even need to have this discussion!”

It's alright, Jakob, Add has pretty good nightvision. He can at least tell Jakob is giving him A Look. Not that he really needs to know when it's shortly followed by more of the usual nagging...

He sighs, exerting just enough energy to light up his eyes so Jakob knows how hard he's rolling them right now. "And what about it? What's done is done, I'm not about to try changing the past again." Too much trouble—not that he expects Jakob would be down for that plan anyway. If faking his death is off the table, destroying an entire timeline wouldn't even be in the same room. "You're the one who's insisted on staying by my side all this time. Compared to everything else I've done, this is nothing. We'll get through it fine."

Well... it's not wrong, isn't it? At least this time around Add didn't destroy anything on purpose. They even solved the problem on their own! So if he can get off easy after tearing apart the fabric of time and space and unleashing a horde of ayakashi on the Heavens, talking their way around this disaster should be no problem at all.

"I'll let you do the talking, but I still think we should get our story straight. If they ask me about it later and I give the wrong answer, it's going to look bad no matter what the truth is."

“That’s—” Jakob’s mouth hangs agape as he tries to think up a reply, tries to be offended at Add’s attitude, eyerolling and all. They have had a day, and it’s nowhere close to being over yet.

But it’s not the worst. Definitely not the worst.

“That’s…perfectly reasonable, actually.” And this, more than anything that’s happened to them today, is what ultimately makes him feel like he’s going insane. He might even feel a little proud of Add for that, but they don’t have the luxury of time at the moment.

“I was considering how to make you look like a hero who had just saved the Heavens from some terrible threat, but…”

No way in Heaven or even Hell will anyone believe that.

Who would've thought Add could actually grow a little sometimes? Although, it would probably be more helpful if he grew out of his tendency to constantly stick his nose into trouble, but that might be asking for too much.

For some reason it feels a little embarrassing to have Jakob agree with him on this, but he's just going to try not to think about it. They're on the same page, that's good. As for making Add out to be the hero— "Ugh, that's way too cheesy. As if I'd do something like that. Why don't we just take the middle road and say I stopped it because I wanted to study it? That's not so far from the truth."

Even if it is inherently suspicious that this is obviously a machine from Add's homeworld, and that someone probably saw it crashed on their temple grounds before it went on its rampage. But surely no one would use that as a way to get Add in trouble, right?

"... Hmm. Since a lot of the old gods already have a poor impression of me, it would be too easy for someone to come up with a different story that's more believable than our own. If that happens, it won't matter how solid our alibi is since it'll still be our word against theirs. We need something extra to prove we wouldn't have caused this on purpose..."

He's really, seriously thinking about faking his death again... but maybe they can still get away with it without going too far. They don't have to be dead to garner sympathy. And Add is still quicker to put himself back together than Jakob, so obviously—

"You're going to need to carry me out. Just act naturally and follow my lead." Good thing it's so dark in here, all Jakob will be able to see is a flutter of sparkling fragments as Add willingly disintegrates a couple limbs. No big deal. He reaches out for Jakob's arm, ready to teleport them both out at a moment's notice.

“You’re not seriously trying to—”

Why does it keep circling back to the faking his death thing, anyway? Ugh. He’d been about to feel offended over Add implying that no one would take Jakob’s word for whatever’s happened here, because of course people would believe him—he’s the responsible and trustworthy one here, remember? He’d kissed up to the annoying old guard to make sure of that…

But he settles for bristling about it instead. He’ll use whatever clout he thinks he actually has with the Heavens as a last resort, if he must. With a heavy sigh, he draws close to pick him up, trying not to let the stomach-churning sight of Add’s disintegrating limbs get to him. He’ll never get used to these antics.

“Try not to overdo it, then. A brief explanation, and then we proceed to the temple with all haste before anyone has the time to sentence you. Understand?”

Is it really that surprising when his old go-to solution was to run away to another dimension and never go back? At least he's planning to stay in the same timeline. But if he can remove himself from the problem temporarily, that's gotta be a good compromise, right??

"Of course," Add scoffs, making a show of limply hanging from Jakob's arms. "I am gravely injured from stopping that rampaging Nasod, after all. Who even knows what complicated security systems I had to break through to force it to deactivate?"

No one, that's who. Because no one else in this world has any idea how the fuck Nasod technology works, let alone the technologically-challenged natives of Takamagahara. He could claim practically anything about this robot and who would be able to prove him wrong? That's their ace right now and he's sure as hell going to make use of it.

"... Ah. But I do still want to recover it," he quickly tacks on just as he's about to teleport them away. This is still very important to him, okay?? "The core could violently explode if it isn't handled by a professional, so I'm counting on you to convince them not to try disposing of it, alright?"

Rather than give Jakob an opportunity to argue, he goes ahead and whisks them away to the outside. Ah, to feel the touch of the sun once more! And also to be surrounded by several dozen very unhappy looking shinki.

They may have landed on Amaterasu's temple grounds after all... but not on the temple, thank god. The garden is absolutely ruined, though. It's going to take a lot of work to repair all the damage considering there's a gigantic dragon mech half-buried in the soil and surrounded by a very large crater. There are also spoons everywhere, for reasons only they will understand.

But Add is ~gravely injured~ so he's just gonna... play dead, basically. Maybe moan a little when prompted? He's practically weightless right now so he might even do some pathetic writhing if it helps sell the effect.

Edited (typoo) 2020-06-14 08:41 (UTC)

The Heavens are going to go knocking down their doors one way or another, but at least Jakob would feel much safer himself in their home turf, however strange and eldritch and difficult to clean its infinite stairs are.

Of course, Add has to tack on yet another last-minute instruction just before cutting him off—

“You what?”

He heard it all loud and clear, dammit, and he wishes he hadn’t. And he’s definitely looking quite peevish about it—or maybe it’s because he’s squinting in the sudden glare of the outside world. It feels almost an eternity since they’d been outside, and…oh.

He has the sinking feeling that he’s going to have to clean up all of this and make all the necessary structural repairs, besides. His neat freak tendencies are so offended by all this devastation, in fact, that he completely fails to notice the smoldering gaze of all the shinki surrounding them. Indeed, a tiny moan from Add is what snaps him out of an angry butlery reverie as he turns to face Amaterasu’s shinki, straightens up, drawing Add protectively close to him, and clears his throat in a way that absolutely commands respect—or at any rate, demands it upon the implicit threat of being grounded.

Which Add is totally going to be.

“Yes, well, you’re welcome,” Jakob tells them, a trifle testily. “We will of course reimburse you for the damages we’ve caused in saving the Heavens from a most terrible monstrosity, and I will personally see to the disposal of this creature just as soon as I see to my god’s recovery.”

Without even waiting for a reply he quickly marches off in the direction of Henir’s temple, even jostling aside a few of the baffled shinki in their wake. He maintains no more than a brisk pace for now—not with all eyes on them and every possibility of guilt emerging the moment he breaks into a run, but his heart’s pounding madly in his chest as he tries to figure out how to properly escape from here. There are several dozen shinki around and Jakob would rather not have to fight them, but if he has to hand over his god then even experiencing the wrath of the Ladlevataein will be a mercy to all the Heavens.

As Jakob makes their daring escape, Add is... still playing dead. But helpfully, you know, because what kind of disgraceful shinki would dare to stop another from saving their own god? That would be the same as declaring war on Henir's domain! Would it not be rude as hell to declare war on another god in the holy Amaterasu's name without first asking for her to command it? Surely no such shinki would be worthy of being Amaterasu's vassal!

But really, it's sheer dumb luck that they don't bump into Ammy herself or one of the other high-ranking gods, because they would probably have a hell of a time getting out of there if they did. The white-robed shinki are either too busy scrambling to deal with the mess or too intimidated by Jakob's forceful aura to intervene. Somehow, they're able to make their escape.

As for how long that escape will really last before they have an army of shinki at their temple doors, well. They can worry about that later.

Once they're a fair distance away from the temple and the crowds (hey, it's not every day you get to watch a spoon meteor shower or a giant robot fall from the sky), Add drops the whole fatal-wounding act and breathes out a sigh.

"That was easier than expected." you know aside from like, literally everything else that has happened today... "Good work. We'll retrieve the robot later once everyone has their guard down again. If they won't let me take it willingly, I have a plan that involves a large-scale teleporter, fake ritual circles and explosives..."

...this plan is definitely terrible, but Jakob is spared the full explanation for now. Before Add can work on his masterful scheme, there is one other thing they'll need to deal with.

"By the way, you're going to have to carry me around for awhile. Limb restoration could take several days depending on the conditions, but it'll be faster if I can conserve my energy."

It’s admittedly nice to have such a nice and peaceful walk the rest of the way to Henir’s temple. Breaking into a run might not even be necessary at the moment—no one will probably ambush them when they’re looking the robot over, probably.

Though of course Add has to ruin Jakob’s borderline pleasant mood right away.

“Need I remind you that you’ve made a great mess of things?” Well, so much for their god-shinki unity earlier on. The fact that Add’s condition is going to take a worryingly long time to get better also bothers him, and in true Jakob fashion, he must channel all that concern through anger:

“And that I have to clean it all up? I can’t be lugging you around while I make the repairs for thirty different temples!”

To say nothing of all the other landmarks and whatnot they’d managed to destroy in the interim. And no doubt the old gods will deem it their greatest pleasure to assign him to personally deal with whatever fallout the incident’s caused in the Far Shore.

Ugh.

Edited (icons) 2020-09-12 14:54 (UTC)

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ok but consider: wrestling a giant robot with an equally giant telekinetic spoondragon

stop with this galaxybrained shit omfg

not until we have a proper kaiju battle right over amaterasu's temple!!!!!

why even stop there anymore when we could then go with transforming mecha next!!!!

i hope youll forkgive me for this plate reply

For all the puns you’ve been dishing out I guess I can cutlery you some slack

that would certainly be knife of you

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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