September/October Catch-All

[wapples]

Who: Fat Billie (wapples)
What: Open and Closed prompts (Closed only for now)
When: September, and October
Where: Throughout Trench

Content Warnings: None yet! Will tag in the comments as necessary

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[spiritwalks]

[Billie's call is met with a few barks from the back porch. The sheltie, in turn, looks torn between pets (!!) and noise (??). In the end, she spins around in circles, oh-so-excited by all the new scents her boy has brought home!

"Ohhh my god." Vyng can be heard groaning from the back porch. "This was a terrible idea..."

Guess whose eyes he's seeing through today.]

[wapples]

[Billie totally misses what Vyng's actually referring to. Getting dizzy can be fun sometimes after all. Why else would kids and dogs sometimes spin in circles like that? He assumes it's being said in reference to their somewhat inadvisable company.

He makes his way towards the back porch, beckoning for John to follow.]

Are you kidding? It's a great idea. This guy's the one who made a mess of everything to begin with! It makes sense he should be the one to fix it. We just got to keep Rosie out of the way - he's scared of cows, I guess.

[necrolord]

[ John rises, with a reluctant parting pat for the sheltie, and falls into step behind Billie. He looms behind him in the doorway like an awkward shadow. ]

I mean, I do see the logic. [ And, without missing a beat: ] Who wouldn't be? They're smarter than you think, cows. Real social animals.

[ This has the air of an obscure in-joke. Great way to start. ]

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng is sitting cross-legged, with palms pressed in front of himself. He lets out a long, slow breath...though he doesn't bother opening his eyes. With a totally straight face, he responds:]

Sounds like udder bull to me.

[But he doesn't really belabor the point.]

If you're looking for places to start cleaning, we've got some lightbulbs that need changing.

[wapples]

[Billie crosses his arms. He fully expects Vyng to try to refuse the offer of help, and he's not willing to take no for an answer.]

Yeah, maybe he can do that after he fixes your eyes.

[necrolord]

You would be amazed how many necromancers it can take to change a lightbulb.

[ He likes this guy. Still, his smile and his tone pull a little more wry, a little more serious. ]

Billie tells me that one was, ultimately, my bad. It's within my power if you'd like the help.

[ Unless Mariana decided to make this price untouchable to him specifically, which sounds petty enough to be a possibility, but he chooses not to share it. ]

[spiritwalks]

Odds are, somebody's told me. Necromancer jokes have been done to death.

[His son's firm comeback does take him by surprise, though. With a small intake of breath, Vyng's mouth forms a tiny "oh".]

. . . Really? [Unlike the flippant way he tossed puns around just moments ago, his tone is almost reverent.] You went out and brought this guy here? To fix my eyes, Billo?

[wapples]

Isn't the answer none? Because they don't need to change it, they can just bring it back to life?

[Or something. It's not that important anyway.]

Someone had to. He said forever ago on the network he could fix it. Especially since it's his fault for starting fights with Mariana anyway. And he wasn't hard to find or anything.

[He wasn't even particularly hard to wrangle, really.]

[necrolord]

It's none. They all waste hours drawing up the theorem mathematics for how to create an ever-burning ghost light, and meanwhile one cav gets a stepstool and does it before any of them can notice.

[ Helpfully, he contributes: ]

He was a real stickler, too. Marched me right over here, nothing I could do about it.

[spiritwalks]

[Deadpan:]

Necromancers. Always raising people's spirits.

[Jokes aside, he's amazed to hear the lengths Billie went to, to get this guy to come over. Not that he put up much of a fight, by the sound of it. But he also knows how forceful Billie can be when he sets his mind to it. Necromancer or no, an immortal eldritch faerie boy isn't one to be trifled with. And yet, for some reason, Vyng isn't exactly jumping for joy at the prospect, either.]

Man. Has it really been that long? Time sure flies in this town, huh.

[. . .]



[He might be stalling a little bit.]

[wapples]

Yeah. It's been way too long.

[Trench isn't really a good place to not be able to see, to have to depend on other beings to be your eyes for you. It's only a matter of time until they run into some real trouble, and Billie is very much aware it's been almost a year since they had to rescue Tuck from the zealots in the tower. What if they come back?]

Besides, sometimes people need to fix their own mistakes.

[He looks at John.]

Especially when they hurt other people. Especially if they don't mean to.

[necrolord]

[ This is an objectively fantastic joke, and he huffs an approving laugh at it. Still, John spreads his hands under Billie's crushing judgment. ]

Guilty. It ought to be a quick fix, though. No funny business. I'd say no pressure, but you and I don't seem to be in charge, here. I know when I'm beat.