Trustfell | Call Me Out Post!

[ratingspoint]

CHARACTER: REAVER
CANON: FABLE III
PRE-TRUSTFELL CANON POINT: POST-GAME
MUSE STRENGTH: ★★★★★




CHARACTER: SOLF J KIMBLEE
CANON: FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST
PRE-TRUSTFELL CANON POINT: BAD END/HOMUNCULI VICTORY
MUSE STRENGTH: ★★★★★




CHARACTER: METTATON
CANON: UNDERTALE
PRE-TRUSTFELL CANON POINT: KING METTATON END
MUSE STRENGTH: ★★★★★

just start a scene if you want one and i will play with you

state who you want in the subject line

you don't need to ask me for permission, i will roll with pretty much anything

the only restriction in place is that i don't smut
(trust me i can't smut for shit it would be a mess you don't want it)

otherwise everything is fair game, have a party

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my darling child hello

[cherryblooded]

[It's early on in their post-murdervault career. They're back in Dalsnes, they're safe or as safe as Sigrun's world gets, the locals are getting used to their presence. Cherryblod and Sigrun still don't let him or Ryuunosuke out of one of their sights (Doloz takes over sometimes but only when necessary), but for the most part, everything is... okay. Not great, but okay.]

Dear, will you help me make dinner tonight?

[Ryuunosuke's engaged with Sigrun in the other room talking about the coolest way she's ever killed a troll, so it's probably not too bad to separate them by a room.]

hello sweetheart

[ratingspoint]

Oh - I'd love to, sweetheart.

[Separating them by that much is going to be more than all right, really; they're...incredibly codependent but it's not as though they can't bear it, and besides, it's not as though he won't be easily found.

So yes. That's fine, and he doesn't have any qualms about it, honestly; he'll follow easily.]

[cherryblooded]

[Excellent. Cherryblod will spend a bit rifling through their food stores.]

I know you don't like cooking anything that bleeds, so, hm... Clam stew will be fine. Pour me a bowl of water to soak these in, won't you?

[He'll just be getting out like four dozen clams. And a whole bunch of vegetables and spices. While he's doing that, he'll start up conversation again.]

How are you liking Dalsnes?

[ratingspoint]

[If he's going to be blunt, Mettaton figures this is more about the conversational opportunity than actually trying to get him to cook something presentable, bleeding or otherwise.]

It's taking some getting used to! But it's fine, really - it's almost charming, in its own way.

[cherryblooded]

[He's correct! But he doesn't mind the cooking together bit, either.]

I'm glad. Options were limited, but I wouldn't want to have dragged you to a place you'd hate.

HMM I WONDER

[decrees]

[Logan has been scarce since the... everything that happened in Graceside. He spends some time with his sister, gets into an argument with her, then fucks off in the Albion wilderness for awhile before repeating the pattern. Needless to say neither of them are benefiting from this arrangement and it was only after a lot of complaints that Logan finally took the summer house in Millfields as his own. It's quiet out here, and more often than not he finds himself worked up because of something stupid. Apparently living alone in a house that isn't soundproofed is bad for his paranoia, who knew.

The relevant part of this is that he's left a letter for his sister, to be given to Reaver whenever he shows up again. (And he will show up again if the goddamn Queen of Albion has anything to say about it.) The letter is still sealed because Logan's sister has no interest in going through his mail, and it's written in his usual neat, flowing handwriting.]

Reaver -

I hope you've been well. I've heard you haven't been around the castle frequently lately, so I can only imagine you're still going on adventures with Rick. I haven't said a word to my sister, so she'll most likely be furious with you. Maybe you'll be lucky and she'll give this to you before she decides to yell at you, but I doubt that.

She'll tell you everything that's wrong in Albion and what you need to fix, but despite what she's said the country isn't in any imminent danger of falling apart. Don't feel too pressured to rush to meet her demands.

Perhaps I'll see you again at some point.

- Logan

[The signature at the end seems a bit hesitant and the ink has bled through a bit too thickly at points. He's still not used to signing letters without his title attached.

...Also he still sucks at writing letters, so there's that.]

[istheindustry]

[Some things never change, do they - Logan's sister continues to be insufferable, Logan still can't express himself for shit, and everyone's still acting like the world is ending when the world is, in fact, not quite ending yet. Reaver does return to Albion now and again, but it isn't anything that he announces, nor is it anything that he does on any sort of schedule that anyone can figure out; the point, however, is that industry continues to function and press forward while the economy recovers from the...everything that the battle decided to make of it, and it's doing so well enough to indicate that Reaver is around, sometimes, when he decides to be.

And eventually a letter will be delivered by courier to that house in Millfields that Logan has decided is his now; the writing is familiar, immediately so.]

Logan -

Well, it's good to see that your sister continues to be exactly as humorless as she always was; I suppose things wouldn't quite be the same around here without her utterly unimpressed countenance on that throne of hers, now, would they. Don't worry, I've convinced her that the world isn't ending anytime soon - Albion is still standing, and it's going to be that way for quite some time to come of I have any say. (And really, why would I do any differently? As much as I leave the place behind, I do still like knowing there's a place left to come back to.)

Perhaps our paths will cross sometime; for the time being I'll be around for a while yet. I don't tire of adventuring, but apparently your sister is going to insist that at least half of her proposed changes aren't going to wait.

So who knows, at this point - it's more likely than not.

- Reaver

[decrees]

[It'll take a little while for a letter to return for you; Logan is bad at expressing himself and he hasn't gotten any better at writing letters. This was easier when he was the king, or maybe it was just easier because murderschool hadn't happened. Regardless, you'll get a letter eventually. It looks like he managed to get over whatever hesitation was present... though it's far more likely that he just rewrote it after several attempts to it doesn't look like he was hesitant as hell.]

Reaver -

I would ask for you to be kind to my sister, but I know that's impossible. She certainly isn't being kind to you.

(For good reason. I've heard you put her through some harrowing experiences.)

Should you ever find yourself in the Millfields area, I wouldn't say no to spending some time in your company. From what I understand my sister purchased your manor, however.

- Logan

[istheindustry]

[The response back is brief, to-the-point.]

Logan -

Your family has a habit of doing that; it's never stopped me before. Whenever you'd like.

- Reaver

[Apparently he's likewise not opposed to time in your company, despite everything.]

[decrees]

[...Well alright. We're doing this.]

Reaver -

Next Sunday, noon. I'll see you then.

- Logan

[That gives him nearly a week to prepare himself for... whatever this will end up being. He's not sure he's ready, but it will be nice to see Reaver again.]

WELL WHO DO YOU THINK, DAL

[captainobnoxious]

[It's a nice enough night in former-Copenhagen, the wooden walls of the building offering some level of protection against the threat of cold (for those that it matters to, anyway) and the barricades surrounding the area keeping them safe from the trolls so active during the darker hours.

It'd been expected to find that she'd been deserted by her crew -- two months in one place is just a bad idea -- but she knows they can't have gone far, not when the city's so lush with treasures to be found, though even after a week it might feel more than a little fruitless.

Still, Sigrun Eide doesn't give up and doesn't lose hope, not when she's got an idea in mind.

... That idea isn't being put here, but she has another one instead, and she figures that it's not breaking a rule if she's the one doing it.

So: It's a nice night in former-Copenhagen and Sigrun's not sleeping just yet, she's crawling across the room to Mettaton with a hopeful look on her face just seen by the moonlight coming in by a mostly boarded window, voice lowered so not to wake the others still sleeping.]

Wanna touch the stars?

[ratingspoint]

[Well, in fairness it's not as though she'll be waking him up; he still doesn't sleep, though during the late-night hours he isn't nearly as active as he was in the Vault - conserving power, letting the alternator do its thing with the internal recharge. But he's been good about it lately, and he's not going to pass up an opportunity when he sees one, and this certainly looks like an opportunity.]

You don't have to ask twice, darling.

[captainobnoxious]

Good. We're going climbing tonight.

[Onto one of the higher roofs. There's a few flights of stairs in this building already and they're gonna get to the top floor they can before heading out a window and scaling to the highest they can find, but... for now, she's simply taking his hand to lead him up.

It's nice to hold hands. Even if she just kind of took her for herself.]

I know I said we couldn't exactly be out at night, but my gut's telling me this place is safe enough! So I thought we could do some stargazing. Even though I know you've seen them by now. I didn't think you'd complain about seeing them again.

[... Plus she knows around this time of year there's something special going on with them, but that's a secret she's keeping to herself. Maybe they'll catch them in time.]

[ratingspoint]

[Well, for what it's worth he's not going to try to pull away from it; it is nice, and he won't let go even once he has an idea of where they're going.]

Oh, believe me - the novelty has nowhere near worn off yet. It's still better than I'd always imagined it, actually.

[...And besides, if something tries to bother them they can deal with it; he has no doubt of that much.]

sup kimductor because you know why

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[They lost. Ashley watched everyone die, and then less than ten minutes later, she was alive again, with only one person. The person she least wants to be around.

Maybe it's fear that's kept her here. Of him, of the outside world, of the answer she's sure she'd meet if she asks to go home. At least he hasn't killed her again. That's a comforting thought. ...And all at once very not comforting, very much the opposite.

She remembers asking Lisbeth weeks ago what it was like being around the Conductor, alone. Now, she gets to learn that firsthand. Lucky her, hands-on experience.

There's only so long she can go, however, before she has to seek him out. She would like to say she lasted weeks, but no, she's not that strong; a few days, avoiding anywhere he might be, shutting herself away in her room. Too afraid to even find food. But, as she discovered with Asuka that fateful night, she does so hate being left alone with her thoughts...

...and she really never does learn.

Graceside's a big place. But she searches. Are there any pianos left the dear Conductor could be plucking away at? Or, could he be in his courtroom hideaway, the one they'd found as ghosts? ...the strange other half of the building where the corpses were stored, the one she woke up in? Come out, come out, wherever you are.]

of course I know why

[explosivecombat]

[He's been all right letting Ashley have her space; there have been places he's been avoiding himself, after all, at least for a while (admittedly not through any sentimental desire to respect the dead, but rather because explosions are a hideous way to go and a bitch to clean on top of it) - but that's been dealt with by now, and he's settled into something resembling a personal routine of his own to adhere to. Just enough to give him some structure, to ensure that he doesn't lose his damn mind, because he knows better than most what happens when people are left alone for too long without anything to keep their minds occupied.

It's unexpected, finding Ashley there in the music room upstairs - unexpected but not altogether unpleasant, really, judging from the sound of it when he greets her.]

Good morning, Miss Williams - I didn't expect to find you here, of all places.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[She thought maybe after a few days she'd be able to face him without flinching. That is definitely not the case, wow. She tenses up automatically, as if staying still will help her in this scenario.

The tone of his voice doesn't go unnoticed; she's not quite sure how to feel about that.]

It's been a few days. [She sound a little raw, like she's been crying or yelling. Or both.] Not knowing what...um, what was happening. It didn't feel...safe.

[explosivecombat]

...Ironically enough, this is one of the safest places in the world.

[At least from everything that's happening outside. Inside, not so much, but it isn't as though he's going to kill her, and it likewise isn't as though there's anyone else around to do it for him.]

Master Reaver

[forcegalactic]

[In all honesty, Mordecai wanted nothing to do with Reaver. It wasn't that he had a personal vendetta - apart from attempting to kill everyone and escape, but that's a given - but more because he's a negative influence, and it's better to kick out suspicious quasi-immortal CEOs before they caused any trouble.

His town, his rules.

But after a few months of reconciling with friends and his wife, his steadfast desire to stay home forever went away. He started missing his fellow captives that were too busy or didn't want to risk coming to Mars. Then there were people like Logan who were too busy with their own universes to travel to his. So, if being in charge of one settlement wasn't too time consuming, why not go on a short trip?

After consoling Harriet that this wasn't going to be dangerous, he dimension hopped before, he packed a bag and went off to Albion to sightsee. And...it's beautiful. So green, so rustic, so quaint. He hangs out primarily at the castle, as that's where Logan usually is found, but he hasn't run into the former king yet.

Huh. Well, maybe he'll just wait in the courtyard like a regular guest. There's bound to be interesting people coming by he can gossip with.]

apparently notifs decided to just not be a damn thing, i'm sorry

[istheindustry]

[You know, there are a lot of things the castle can be considered, and "quaint" really isn't one of them, in Reaver's opinion; perhaps, though, that's entirely because most of his business here involves dealing with Her Majesty Logan's Sister. They mutually have very little patience in each other's direction - they never really have had a lot of love to spare for one another, between the Wheel of Misfortune and the hearings before the battle - and that hasn't really gotten any better since the whole Graceside Academy experience; Reaver has been spending long periods of time away from Albion since then, after all, and that hasn't really been smiled upon.

But so it goes, and the important thing is that he's here now, isn't he, even if that involves spending more time around the castle than he'd really care to dealing with Queen Humorless I.

But at least the company remains as splendidly vapid as usual; some things never change, and the sort of upper-class individual that spends their time in the courtyards and gardens of this place never fails to entertain in that regard. What is surprising, then, is the fact that one of them is familiar today - and not in the way that these people usually are.]

My, my - and here I thought we might never see you again.

[And it doesn't sound like he's at all disappointed to actually see Mordecai here; he sounds amused, if not precisely pleased.]

The pleasure is mine once again, my dear, though I do have to ask what brings you here.

no problem!

[forcegalactic]

[He takes it back. If the only interesting person in this garden is this asshole, he might as well spend his time in the royal chicken coop. At least the chickens don't have a dark political history. But whatever. Mordecai is a small-scale politician, and politicians don't run away from people they aren't fond of.]

Don't need much of a reason to visit a friend. [A steady stare. Reaver's not that terrifying when compared to Roy Mustang.] The surprise is mutual, but I reckon you're too important to this kingdom to be kicked out, what with bein' a leader of the Industrial Revolution and all.

[Would history be thrown off-course if Reaver was replaced? Hell if he knows.]

How's your company goin'? Treatin' your workers right?

hello darling son it's nice to talk to you again

[cherryblooded]

Do you remember when I lost a bet with you? In the vault.

[It's a nice evening, and Cherryblod is relaxing in the living room. Ryuunosuke is currently busy painting, and thus doesn't need his direct supervision right now.

Besides, he prefers to see his ward's pieces only once they're done, so he can be surprised.]

You said you'd get me to perform on stage with you.

[ratingspoint]

[It is a nice evening, isn't it; everything is fairly settled for the time being, and as long as Ryuunosuke is being...well, a bit less of a worry than he usually is, anyway (because Ryuunosuke never really stops being a worry as far as Mettaton goes), things can be said to be reasonably good.]

Of course I remember, sweetheart. Why...?

[cherryblooded]

Just wondering when you're going to ask me to make good on that bet, that's all.

[They may not be performing on live TV, but there are still plenty of ways to get him on stage.]

[ratingspoint]

Oh, don't worry, I entirely plan to. Keep this up, though, and I'll start thinking you're volunteering.