(closed + and semi-open to cr visits afterward!)

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Who: makima and her pups. (good_mourning, centile, centi)
What: save makima 2023 (after a battle with sharon da silva driven to beasthood, makima barely makes it out of riteior's city alive. she calls upon her boys in her last ditch effort to survive).
When: late april!
Where: outside riteior's city.

Content Warnings: gore, violence by fire, violence in general, children being subjected to violence and endangerment.


[ corruption has ingrained too deep within her to do something immediate about her predicament. her omen was gone. she couldn't summon her. and even then, her memory was so clouded she barely knew what should be done. makima lays waste to a surprisingly even battle from within the outer confines of the blood-poisoned city. the massive corpse of a white beast lays riddling with holes, blasts of flesh exposing a coldblood interior or even just skin hanging off its frame by a single thread. its wings are crunched and broken like a butterfly's squeezes in one's hands— it was stopped, and defeated. as a price, makima herself lays in a dried mass of sparkling darkblood. it soaks the ground, soaks her clothes in a blow of charred flesh and glitter. plenty of her skin is burnt to a black crisp, and she barely breathes. the only thing she could do in her fighting, shallow gasps is a word that travels far and wide through a dangling chainlink that leads right to shigeo.

it should really be the other way around, but makima could bend her own contract to suit her. does she even remember she has a contract? that she lives with three teenage boys she's pampering for a greater occasion? no. she's aimless, though doesn't believe herself to be purposeless. they'll be safe with her. all of them. see? sharon's safe, now. her name was sharon, wasn't it?

it smells god awful here. the dusty scent of burning, rotting fruit is unbearable and leaves a metallic, tempting taste on the tongue. her core does ask, like a weak whisper in the wind straight into the ears of her contractee:

save me.

until then, she stays there, days away unless a lamp was used, wheezing through the drowning gurgle of her own blood filling her lungs and her undead eyes fixating into an eerie, random space. she manages to bleed fresh from the nose, mouth and pores when she tries again, with the remainder of her strength:

sunny.

ritsu.

save me, shigeo. ]

Comments

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Oh.
Don’t worry. I come.
Who is secret friend?

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do we want real names
or secret friends names?
only for me and you

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Okay.
But I don’t have any name.

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well now you can
do you want to pick one
they can be code names
like jam and toast
whatever you want. since its your first name

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[ robby doesn’t know how meaningful this is to a bug 🥹 ]

My name is Jam.
That is my first name! Jam! I am Jam!

And my secret friend is Toast?

[strongroots]

[ sometimes you have a desire to keep people safe and not leave a paper trail and end up with a new name. ]

thats right
im Toast

i can have my friend meet you somewhere
he lives inside me too [ maybe not in the same way?? or?? ]
and then he can lead you to me
like a game
how does that sound?
you can pick the first place and he can try to find you
hide and seek

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[ jam is so ecstatic she doesn't know what else to do but respond. she has never had a name. she has never had a friend, or played a game.

she feels something makima never has. ]

Okay, Toast!
This is my first game.
Find me if you can.

[ she will be just outside of makima's home, bright and shimmering like a jewel in the midst of bushes planted just outside the porch. and it's there that she waits like a still portrait.

oh, makima will be so angry when she wakes up, if she finds out her omen has been gone—











but, fren ]

to action....omen vs omen!!!

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ok
were coming

[ That is a 'we're', but what is proper pronunciation to Robby? But that's definitely meant to be a we, though the duo won't be announcing themselves both at once.

No, instead, as Jam hides (with a text of 'were getting close' to let them know they haven't been forgotten, or left behind--they just need to walk over!), they may or may spot the road outside Miss Makima's house receive a small company. A rather...shadowy small company, like some sort of canine. Approaching the house on steps that make no sound, sliding through the bars with the smoke shuddering at the disturbance.

It will be sniffing, and eyes carefully observing surroundings....

And if Jam stays long enough not moving from their place, the good boy will find a spot to lower its face close to the ground, and then, when it lifts it back up--

...is that a jar of blackberry jam???

You bet it is.

The shadowy good boy omen will move back and leave it there. Oh, look... the jar lid is even open.... ]

!!!!!! a trap!!!!!!!

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[ the approaching omen sensed and truly does jam remain hidden! this must be her friend, toast. oh, but she must hide until found! nothing can pull her out of these bushes, not even a friend! not even—

!!!!!! a jar of jam.

ever innocent, jam seemingly forgets the entire game as soon as the sweetness wafts in her direction. look at those goodies. in she goes, buzzing and dropping her feelers all around the sweet jarred goop. ]

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[ gottem!!!!!!

At least, Robby would hope so, but not actually be sure of immediately when a fly? wasp? approaches the jar. But at least an omen is smarter about the presence of another omen, yet doesn't bother little Jam immediately. Robby's omen lets them have a few moments before coming over, and just...sitting. That's it. Not going to say anything to disturb her until maybe she comes out herself??

But if she doesn't care to, Robby will eventually make his way over. Who will first make contact with Jam in person, little one... ]

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[ jam is less “stupid” and more incredibly innocent and new to the world without a controlling hand there to guide her. because of that, it’s in the jar that she stays, delighted and pleased with the taste of sweet, sweet jam. all they needed now was toast. ]

Tasty . . . !

[ so, by all means! she won’t be leaving the jar so soon! ]

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[ It's okay, Robby's omen doesn't think she's dumb as he sits there: he just doesn't want to disturb her good time!! He is not only a good boy, but a polite boy, you see. :( Or perhaps he's so awkward he doesn't know what to do...?!

Fortunately, this is where Robby comes in. He crouches as he comes near, since wow--the omen is small? The omen is small, so he'll become small too, blinking as he looks down from above, hands rested on a knee. And also from above: ]

Looks like you really are Jam. [ Heh!! ] You not gonna get stuck in there?

[ Can an omen get stuck in sticky jam... ]

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[ !!!! this is the one thing that manages to lift the wasp’s head as she cleans off her antennae and stretches them out to the open top of the jar to sniff at the newcomer human. there is only one person who knows she is jam . . . !! ]

Are you Toast?

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You got it. Good first guess. [ Is Robby being really extra nice to a buzzy friend? Sure, why not. ]

But that's between you, me, and Luck. [ A gesture, to the omen. Who is still just sitting there....and will give a tiny nod if Jam looks at him!! ]

This make you Miss M's omen?

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[ oh she's all buzzy inside! and perhaps outside, too! the wasps wings hover quickly upon her back without lifting her away, and surely just she zip out of the jar's containment to the lid's edge to sniff and look at her new friend better. much better. toast. toast!!! ]

Yes! Oh, hello, Toast. I've waited so long for a friend. I'm so happy to meet you!

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[ That's a better sight than something from above. Huh. Robby can't help but be curious himself. A wasp for Makima? Wonder what that means, if anything. ]

It's nice to meet you, too. Want a ride? [ That is, he's moving out his hand, poking out a forefinger for her to sit on. If she likes. ]

You don't recognise me? --You don't see what Makima sees?

[ Who knows how omen work. ]

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[ this is so fun. so new! in jam's carefree encounter with a brand new friend, she doesn't watch her voice, or her feelers as she dabs all around the scent of the boy's hand she could crawl upon. ]

Oh . . . Makima doesn't see people well.

[ if a wasp could suddenly look horrified, that's what jam is doing. anxiously, she beats her wings and looks for a place on robby's person to hide herself in. ]

She'll be mad with me now! Oh, no . . .

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[ Okay, that reaction's getting a small little 'huh?' from Robby--and she could probably hide up his jacket sleeve if she's desperate for a quick hiding space! But Robby doesn't really want a wasp up there of all places--

(actually, no spaces, please) ]

Hey hey hey, I won't tell her, promise. Everything's between you and me. I won't even tell her we met.

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Is that possible?

[ oh, gosh that's probably really uncomfortable. having a buzzing thing crawling up your arm and jut sticking around. she wouldn't sting anyone . . . but, still. she has the worst of stingers. with a whisper, the child-like wasp asks: ]

Makima won't know? She knows everything . . .

[ she doesn't, but to her!! oh, to her. she's practically everywhere. ]

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[ O-oh no, is she going to stay in there? Robby will try not to twitch his sleeve then--or, you know, his arm, which he'll make hover reaaaddy for when she wants to come out. A-any day now, Jam! ]

I really don't think she knows everything. [ At least he sounds amused by the idea. ] If she did, she wouldn't be hurt in bed right now.

[ The logic, it's astounding!! ]

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Oh . . . !

[ you know, robby . . . you just made some sense there!! after a long pause, jam crawls out with no one harmed, and clings to robby’s fingertip. ]

Do you promise not to tell her, Toast?

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[ Oh, now they're on his fingertip... they're kinda cute. ]

Promise. [ And he means it! Even if he has to ask next: ] What would she do if she knew anyway? Can't you do what you want?

[ ...says the guy who didn't take out his omen the first few months he was here. ]

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[ she seems to be pretty reluctant to say “what” it is makima would do, but she anxiously buzzed her wings in between hesitant ums. ]

I . . . I don’t know. I always do what Makima tells me to do.

[strongroots]

[ ....well, it's not like his omen does much either, but--the nervousness of Jam is what gets to Robby. And he thinks he knows the answer, but-- ]

She wouldn't like you going places by yourself? --Or a day out? Just the two of you?

[ Things rarely thought about: quality time with one's omen... ]

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[ with a pensive buzz buzz, also sounding quite melancholy when she speaks . . . ]

No . . . It’s very lonely.

[ she doesn’t quite say that this was for the both of them— jam and makima— but, it’s not like she’s confident in being direct, anyway. ]