(Catch all) Ominous October Threads

[insinning]

Who: Sinclair and You.
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another

“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”

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[aphonik]

[ Things he knows how to use...god bless...

He's still not quite in a hurry, busy watching everyone else's examples, so he pokes the tongs experimentally before actually responding. ]

<< I had two of you nagging me, so I figured I might as well. >>

[ 'Nagging', which means 'actually invited him and he doesn't want to admit he came just because'. Why do these people have so many friends, though...]

[insinning]

[ Was that nagging? Hmm]

<< and here I thought it was for the free food. >>

[But Sinclair smiles open and happy]

<< Tylor and I are glad to see you though. >>

[aphonik]

[ It was to HIM!! ]

<< That too. Hector keeps too much jerky and marshmallows in the guild hall. >>

[ He's not exactly a culinarian, so cooking isn't his forte...he hasn't eaten a normal cooked meal in. Well. Probably a while. ]

<< Pretty sure it wouldn't have made a difference anyway. But thanks, I guess. >>

[insinning]

[Hector, what are you feeding your feral child]

<< If you ask Tylor, he'll make anything for you >>

[You just gotta brave the Hani gauntlet for food. Also shaking his head.]

<< No it definitely makes a difference. >>

[Especially now that you have made him concerned for you!!! ]

[aphonik]

[ There is a moment where, at that, he pauses; and his gaze does shift off to the side to where said man is probably lingering...

But his frown dips just a bit more after seeing who's near him, and his head snaps back. ]

<< Pass. >>

[ No, Dosei will not be elaborating, thank you. Moving on. ]

<< And pretty sure you've got enough people here already that I wouldn't have been missed. >>

[insinning]

[ Hmm. Sinclair will let it go ]

<< Just because there's more people than usual doesn't mean we wouldn't notice. >>

[ He wont use the dreaded friendship word and make Ramiel want to run away though ]

[aphonik]

[ Good because he wouldn't answer even if he asked!! ]

<< Right, because you're such the social butterfly. Is there anyone around here you don't know? >>

[ Is this derogatory...?? Unsure at the moment. Regardless, he finally leans over with a squint to gently add some noodles to the broth with his tongs. Hunger is winning even if he has no idea what he's doing. ]

[insinning]

Probably a lot of people. [Just not at this specific event. Just add the food, nothing to stop you]

[aphonik]

[ A snort, once he lets go of the tongs for a moment after adding some meat. Cook, noodles...be free... ]

<< You'd still talk to most of them, though. >> [ Probably. ] << I wouldn't. Crowds give me a headache. >>

[ Which is why he's in the corner, like a cactus on the edge of the coffeetable. A tiny, blue cactus. ]

[insinning]

<< Usually not until they talk to me first. >>

[Was Sinclair always a wallflower? No. But he didn't have that ease of charisma either]

[aphonik]

[ hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ]

<< You act like they don't do that often. Everyone around here either doesn't give a fuck or never shuts up. >>

[insinning]

<< it's the freedom of being online? >>

[hmmmmmmmmmm?]

[aphonik]

[ :eyeroll:

<< Sure. But have you ever considered you just attract them. >> ]

[insinning]

<< You think so >>?

[HMMM]

[aphonik]

[ 🔪

<< Can you count on one full hand how many people in here actually dislike you? >>

Compared to himself, professional dickhead, ]

[insinning]

Uh. [He wouldn't have invited them if he thought they disliked him??]

<< No one here dislikes you either >>

[He thinks???]

[aphonik]

[ What is that uh for... ]

<< I meant in the game, genius. >>

But even so-

<< And pretty sure some people can't stand me like I can't stand others. >>

[ FOR INSTANCE...he looks around before gesturing a vague hand to Michel ( sorry, you poor bastard ).

<< That guy manhandled me once. Almost punched him in the nose. >> ]

[insinning]

I don't know if you saw what I did to Misteaks at the meeting, but----Winter?

[Sinclair turns to look at Michel in surprise. Then at Dosei. ?????????]

<< Really? >>

[aphonik]

<< Yeah, that. You shoulda hit him again. >>

[ His professional onion. That what a whole time but it sure did display the Crazy for everyone to see. Also that Sinclair has a nice spine, so good on him.

A snort. ]

<< Back when that sky island opened up, he came out of nowhere and lifted me up like I was a ragdoll and started talking about how he was giving me the 'blessings of height' or some shit. >>

[ Sinclair can ruminate on that as Dosei leans over and steals some of the freshly cooked noodles and some meat for a munch. Fork, no chopsticks, because he's basic. Hungry. ]

1/2

[insinning]

[It really depends on how mad Misteaks makes him again, but he shouldn't say that aloud. Besides, all thoughts of future potential violence disappear when]

Blessings of--

2/2

[insinning]

[Ah!!!]

I remember now--back then, there was that whole avatar swap fiasco. That must have been Hani..

[Shooting Hani a Look. But now he's no longer flustered, he resumes signing]

<< He did something similar to me in someone else's body, except he set up a sign and table for it... >>

1/2

[aphonik]

[ Huh. What.

There's a moment where this seems to compute, gaze immediately following Sinclair's to fly to Hani, and then to Michel, and then back- ]

2/2

[aphonik]

[ And then his face immediately sours, disgust taking over. Noodles forgotten.

<< Of course it was. Why fucking wouldn't it be. >>

If looks could kill....

<< Knew I hated that little bastard for a good reason. >>]

[insinning]

[...

He'll just pile up more cooked meat onto Dosei's plate. And slides over a can of soda. Bribery? Bribery.]

<< please don't fight here >>

[aphonik]

[ Well, if it wasn't cooked before, it would be from how hard Dosei is glaring at his plate.

He's not going to look up back at the culprit, nor who he's seated near, but he doesn't bother signing anything for a few moments before he just shifts his gaze. ]

<< Whatever. They're not worth it, anyway. >>

[ He'll poke it, but he doesn't have much of an appetite anymore, he thinks. ]