[april catch-all]

[spellslots]

who: Taako & various
what: What it says on the tin! Assorted threads for April that don't fit anywhere else
when: Aprilllll
where: Your mom's bedroom
warnings: drugs, booze, probably some slightly nsfw content
notes: hmu if you want something

Comments

[mannerism]

I can hear you thinking and worrying, it's going to be fine.

[ to clark, as for taako, well - ]

Did you say grim reaper?

[ whatever's next? ]

[spellslots]

[Clark stop being such a mom.]

Yeah, uh, he tried to kill me but we cleared that mess up pretty quick. [And went on a date, but. That's not vital information.] He's pretty cool.

[That explanation definitely makes sense.

Taako shrugs.]

Point is, his scythe can cut through the planes, so if it's magic like that, my bet's on divination or necromancy. Narrows it down a little, at least.

[Necromancy because he's dead, divination because he's a god servant. Could be either.]

[signifies]

I'm not worried.

[ Clark is the mom friend. He can't help it. ]

[mannerism]

I hope you realize that we are currently in the company of a man who can fly and that I have met a variety of fellows here who were remarkable, including a skeleton who is a couple of beds over.

[ and yet, taako, ]

You must be the oddest individual I've ever met. Cheers for that.

[spellslots]

[Aww, he looks so pleased with himself.]

That's the nicest shit you could've said. [a hand on his heart, he's flattered.] And you don't even know the half of it, my dude, I work for a secret organisation that operates out of the fake moon.

[It gets weirder.]

[signifies]

[ Clark turns to Peggy. ]

I can never tell if he's making it up.

[ #friendship ]

[mannerism]

He's not the best secret organization member. I may not understand much about it,

[ of course she doesn't ]

But isn't the first code of any secret organization not telling it exists?

[spellslots]

There's no powerful magic items threatening to plunge this world into another devastating war, so like, who gives a shit?

[There's no point keeping the Bureau a secret in this universe.]

[signifies]

[ Clark is going to shake his head (fondly). ]

[mannerism]

Yet.

[ with their luck. hell, with peggy's luck, these things should be coming into play sometime next Tuesday. ]

Let us hope that it can stay this way. Devastating wars are one thing but I know next to nothing about magical items.

[spellslots]

Well hey, listen, the most powerful magic shit in this place is probably my umbra staff, and we're chill.

[As long as no one makes macarons that it disapproves of.]

If anything does turn up, I'm pretty fucking good at resisting their thrall.

[signifies]

I agree with Peggy. Let's hope it doesn't.

[ Taako will manage. Clark has faith in him. ]

[mannerism]

And the very thing we are going to investigate, perhaps.

[ she won't stop too close to the portal. instead, she will keep a safe distance, a few miles between them and their destination. ]

I do hope you boys are in shape for a bit of a walk.

[ does she dare to tease a flying superhero and someone with magic powers? absolutely. ]

[spellslots]

[He isn't even sure if the portal is magic, but clearly the priority right now is Peggy making them walk.

Taako seems to kind of melt in his seat, flopping dramatically.]

I did not sign up for walking, my dudes.

[signifies]

I don't mind.

[ Clark prefers walking. He raises his eyebrows at Taako. ]

I can carry you over my shoulder.

[mannerism]

Don't spoil him, you.

[ she jumps out, heels and all, brushing out a few curls behind her right ear. ]

Out, you. It's not far.

[ still the military-woman, it would seem. ]

[spellslots]

[The look that Taako gives Clark is 110% challenging, he better know that had Peggy not intervened, that bluff would've been called and he'd be carrying Taako right now.

But he hops out anyway, pulling his pack on and hooking his umbrella to it so his hands are free.]

When I inevitably trip on a root and break my neck and die, I expect you to be very apologetic at my funeral.

[signifies]

[ Clark usually carries Taako comfortably bridal style. Over the shoulder was him teasing.

He would have done it.

Clark nods to Peggy. ]

Lead the way.

[mannerism]

Very apologetic, absolutely devastated. That one will shed a tear or two, I trust.

[ she gestures toward clark. what, the man is positively sentimental. ]

Come now. Walk after me. That way if anyone trips over any roots on their way to an early death, it would be me.

[spellslots]

[With one last dramatic sigh, he falls into step behind Peggy, and despite his complaints, he can keep up perfectly fine.]

There better be, no one cried the last fucking dozen times I died!

[He can't recall if he told Clark about Refuge, but, well, it's out there now!]

[signifies]

I'll write the eulogy.

[ It'll be about cupcakes because he only loves Taako for his cooking.

Clark assumes (hopes!) Taako's joking. Sometimes it's hard to tell. ]

[mannerism]

A whole dozen?

[ does she believe him? highly likely not. it'd be even odder and honestly, no one is that odd.

( right? ) ]

Nearly there - everyone alive and whole?

[spellslots]

It better be fucking lovely.

[That eulogy. Peggy's question draws a considering hum, and he takes a second to count off on his fingers.]

Nope, I lied, it was eleven. I died eleven times. This is gonna be twelve.

[signifies]

[ Clark looks at Peggy. He thinks it's a definitely a joke. ]

We're here. Taako, do you want to go first?

[mannerism]

Go on, do the honours.

[ she seems to be quite content to hang back and follow rather than lead. she appreciates each chance and because of that, she is more than alright giving those others she deems capable.

eccentric and odd, she knows taako is more than he seems. ]

You won't make it an even twelve, we can promise you that.