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Webber ([personal profile] two_souls_wedged_inside) wrote2023-06-25 07:24 pm
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The sun dips below the Constant's horizon, the cracked moon not yet visible in the orange sky. Webber approaches the garden, stopping to marvel at a shiny purple onion bigger than their spidery head. Bigger than the icebox! Bigger than Glommer! They poke it, then sniffle involuntarily and dab at their eyes as a puff of onion gas escapes.

"It's making all our eyes tear up... Oh, Mr. Maxwell! We have something important to tell you!" They wave their more human-sized arms at the tall, thin man currently digging Spiny Bindweed vines out from between the vegetable crops with a shovel. "WX asked if it was okay to invite Mr. Eyeball over tonight and Ms. Wicker said they could do it so we need to make sure everyone's ready!"

This is definitely not the way WX-78 phrased their request; Webber's paraphrasing.
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[personal profile] freedomsuitsme 2023-06-30 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
This blasted fly! Well, he can overcomplicate things, too!

Yes, perhaps it's not the most efficient use of Nightmare Fuel, but if it insists on playing a game of numbers, so be it!

He steps back and opens his Codex Umbra, waving a hand over its pages. Slowly, silhouettes rise from the ground, taking the form of swordsmen. Maxwell smirks, closing the book and dodging back with his own sword, right before the largest fly can dart in for another sting.

"Do your worst, pest!"
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[personal profile] freedomsuitsme 2023-07-02 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just leave that pit in the garden... I think that last little one is drawn to it, and it seems to be far more favorable to the vegetables than the others were." He reaches into his bag, pulling out a small bowl of smelly, pink paste, which he proceeds to slather onto his wounds. They begin to heal immediately, as if by magic.

"How are you holding up? We should head to the center of camp as soon as we're ready."
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[personal profile] freedomsuitsme 2023-07-03 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
He feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise.

"That insufferable automaton, they couldn't even be bothered to wait- come on, child! We'll fix you a snack once we've stopped this from spiraling out of control.

He bolts for the center of camp.