five; text

[enrages]

hey, so the mine trip was a bust.
some chick hacked some emails and shit, and basically found some conversations that said the Sage of Earth of whatever was a total hoax, but that Thunder corp was specifically searching for something called "Target 1" underground.
considering how dumb it would be to just start digging tunnels and drilling everywhere, we assumed they'd be using the mines to search.

well, we were wrong. (big surprise)

i don't know if anyone ever really officially reported their findings or whatever.
basically, there were those weird blackfuzzy hairy things and it legit looked like they were on drugs.
that was about all we found, because everyone getting those weirdass pulses.
i sure do love when all our leads run dry!!!!!!!
^^^^sarcasm^^^^^



as for happy funtime karson updates, i finally passed out after staying awake for an entire goddamn month.
and completely hypothetically speaking and not linked to finally sleeping or any pulses i may or may not have had,
i have a question.
uh

does

anyone remember dying?
like, legit dying, you are dead and gone and there's no way you're coming back through magical superpowers and it's probably your fault that you died?


EDIT: according to people who can't be classified as legally insane because of lack of sleep, there was a buzzing sound in the mines.

Comments

[iustitia]

(Un?)Fortunately, I am not yet at the dragon-claws-destroying-everything stage of my metamorphosis into my beautiful crystalline dragon form.

Are you okay?

[enrages]

i don't know anymore.
i literally can't not believe everything at this point.
i think you'll turn into a shark before a dragon, but w/e.
who knows.

[iustitia]

????????????????????

[enrages]

[iustitia]

[enrages]

nailed it.

[iustitia]

okay but really now

there's something I need to tell you okay

something really big

[enrages]

are you okay?

[iustitia]

I'm not even kidding, this is like the literal BIGGEST THING I will ever tell you. It might even change the way you look at me for the rest of our lives. That's how big it is.

[enrages]

if it's not teen pregnancy, i'm sure it's not THAT big of a deal.
























unless it's actually teen pregnancy don't be teen pregnant please don't be teen pregnant

[iustitia]

what

no!!!

Karson, oh my god, who would I even allow to get me teen pregnant?

Who would even want to get me teen pregnant?

[enrages]

I DON'T KNOW?!?!
they've been developing technology where like
women can get pregnant from turning their egg cells into sperm or something and that kinda information seems right up your alley and just
OKAY
JUST
NOT TEEN PREGNANT.
WE'RE GOOD.
EVERYTHING'S GOOD.
I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING.
what were you going to tell me.

[iustitia]

Well jeez, there is nothing I can say now that will be nearly as life-changing and dramatic as announcing that I'm teen pregnant THANKS FOR PREEMPTIVELY RUINING MY MOMENT

Let me switch to something more private than a magic network everyone here can read.

[iustitia]

[THIRTY MINUTES LATER teresa shows up at karson's house via bike ride.

she announces herself by slamming herself up against his window and yelling his name.]

HEY KARSON

[enrages]

[ karson screams for precisely 30 seconds before opening his window and screaming some more ]

GIVE ME SOME FUCKING WARNING BEFORE YOU PULL STUNTS LIKE THAT HOLY SHIT.

[ he moves to the side ]

Now get your ass in here before someone thinks you're a robber and calls the police.

[iustitia]

[karson's hollering cannot go unchallenged.]

GIVING YOU ADVANCED WARNING DEFEATS THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF THE SURPRISE

[she climbs into his room. she is as graceful and elegant as a spider monkey.]

Besides, what kind of robber tries to all attention to the inhabitants of the house they're trying to rob? That just doesn't make sense!

[enrages]

Ugh, I don't fucking know. I mean, robberies usually happen when no one's home-- so I guess they're checking to make sure? I'm not a fucking robber; why the hell should I know?

[ He just goes and plops on a massive nest of pillows in the middle of his floor. It was once a pillow fort, but it was shittily made. It could not survive. ]

Why are you here anyways?

[iustitia]

I am here [she announces in her most dramatic voice] to tell you my secret.

[she immediately sobers up.]

But you have to promise not to tell anyone.

[enrages]

Who the hell am I going to tell? [ ...everyone. ]

Well, besides Kanti. I promise I won't tell her if you don't want me to, though.

[iustitia]

Not even Kanti.

[enrages]

... [ dang thats serious ]

Alright, fine. Not even Kanti.

[iustitia]

[she's had the whole bike ride over to steel herself for this moment, but now that she's faced with it, she can't get the words out.

she steps forward, quiet, hesitant, everything she normally is not. though she would never admit it, she's scared to tell him this. it's a secret she'd been keeping from everyone for years. to purposely destroy that, to show a part of herself that no one else had ever seen... what if this changes how he feels about her?

what if he doesn't accept her anymore?

karson is her oldest friend. she's known him since she was a wee petit babby, too young to care that sticking crayons in her mouth was not a healthy living choice. he was the one who stuck by her when no one else would, too weirded out by her eccentricities. she could rely on him to listen to her whenever she needed it (even if she wasn't exempt from judgment). he played her shitty tabletop laserbear games, sat through her buddy cop movie nights and helped her analyze their relationship dynamics, saw through her kindergarten basketball stealing shenanigans to see the person beneath.

she takes a shaky breath.

there is no one she trusts quite like him.]

Karson, I...

[the words come out slow and tremulous; this is the biggest confession she has or will ever make, but she can't stand the idea of him never knowing.]

I don't actually think I'm a dragon.

[enrages]

[ There is silence. There is barely the whisper of breathing, as the impact of what she said washes through him. His world has been shook to the core, much like Maryland was during the earthquake of 2012. Slowly, carefully, he reaches out to rest a hand on Teresa's shoulder. It's the only comfort he can offer in this solemn moment.

Yet again, slowly, he begins to move, gently pushing Teresa to the nearest window so he can shove her the fuck out of it. ]