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Who: makima and her pups. (

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. ]

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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... ]

[ 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! ]

Edited 2023-05-08 01:53 (UTC)

[ 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... ]

[ !!!! 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?

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?

[ 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!

[ 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. ]

[ 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 . . .

Edited 2023-05-15 14:22 (UTC)

[ 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.

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. ]

[ 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!! ]

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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ ....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... ]

[ 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. ]

[ Well...it's not something he could address with Miss Makima directly if he were to keep his word with Jam, right? He'll have to sit on it. ]

Maybe we can find something. [ And, though it's awkward for him to say-- ] She might let you out if Mob asked. She likes him, right?

[ Right? ]

Oh, yes . . . She likes him. She likes his powers a whole lot.

[ . . . wait. no, no no no— a little anxious again, she tries to correct herself. ]

H-He’s the best puppy!

Puppy?

[ Puppy? Powers? Wee-woo, wee-woo, there--alarm bells are certainly going off for Robby. But he thinks, he doesn't want Jam to get the idea he doesn't approve of what's being said. So despite that momentary surprise: ]

He is a nice guy. And his powers can do a lot. [ Reassuring, positive. ] Is she being good to him? It's okay--I promised I wouldn't tell her anything.

[ So a friend doesn't need to worry about another tattling. You know, if you've got the jam to spill, Jam. ]

[ there are some things that jam can realize needs work, or help— but there are other things that are just as difficult to see as wrong. ]

Oh— Yes! Yes, Shigeo is her favorite. She would do everything a Mommy would to make Shigeo the happiest!

[ ...he's not exactly sure what to think about that answer. He wants to know more. ]

Yeah? [ a beat. ] --Even if he didn't have his powers?

[ Would she still care? ]

Maybe not . . . The same way . . . But—

[ if a wasp can sweat bullets ]

Things are different, now. I like to think they are, at least . . .

[ He's crouched, which means he does need to shift some, lower a knee and rest his weight that way. Robby exhales as he does so, crossing his forearms over his still bent leg.

He recognises that struggle, that hesitance. Keeping the omen in, the fear but optimism. ]

What's different? [ A beat. ] Maybe we can make things better. But I don't know a lot about Miss Makima. What she wants.

Okay— But you and Sunny, you can’t tell her, okay? You can’t. I don’t know how she’ll react yet . . .

[ these words fill her with dread because she fears her sleeper. ]

She wants a family. But home . . . Home would never give that to her. Trench is different.

[ It worries him, though the idea of wanting a family is one so intimate to Robby. He's wanted family, even when family was right beside him; when he lived with it for years, but it was never there, always out drinking and partying and not coming home for days, some weeks.

Jam's fear paints it differently, her worry, and the absence that Jam has in Miss Makima's life. What does it mean? What would she do? ]

Family's good. [ --ah. ] Is that what she wants Mob and Ritus and Sunny to be? A family with her?

[ No, wrong phrasing. ] I mean--does it feel like that?

[ Because there's wanting, and then there's living with a family, bordering on it, but never feeling a part of it.

Robby knows that, too. ]

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