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“Ahh, lucky you! You’re just in time.” Fandaniel says, not yet turning around to see who has approached him from behind. “Truth be told, I intended for this to be nary more than a minor side project to tackle in my alone time. Yet here you are, and I shan’t shoo you away now.” 

In his hand is a transmitter, and roaming, lost and confused within a makeshift gate, are several radiocats he has gone out of his way to collect from the 2nd level of the Fibonacci Ward. He holds the device up so that it is visible to his new onlooker and hovers his fingers over the dial, all ready to turn it.

But before he does so, Fandaniel peers over his shoulder to behold a green eyed, golden haired young lady. He smiles at her. Oh the anticipation.

“This will be fun. Are you ready???” 

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"do you remember when i told you that i wanted to die and take everyone with me? i meant it."

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And lo! The young lady proceeds to play her role to perfection! Internally, Fandaniel cackles. Externally, he reduces himself to a sobbing, shaking mess. “Oh Sweetie, why? WHY? Papa's told you to be a good girl and stay home, not to come looking for me.”

He drops to his knees (painful, but it just helps to produce more tears) and looks up pleadingly at the thugs who are all but scratching their heads in confusion, looking back and forth, from Papa to Sweetie.

“Please, if I can beg of you anything, ANYTHING at all ere you break the contents of my skull all over these alley walls and disfigure my body beyond recognition, please spare my darling little girl this gruesome scene! Better yet, give her answers as to why her papa is about to be brutalized. I just can’t-I can’t…” He sputters. “--I can’t bare to tell her!”

One of the more 'intelligent' looking of the thugs, presumably their leader, makes eye contact with the little actress. The guilt is visible. The Head Thug opens his mouth stupidly and gets out “I-uh-shit. I mean-you know your papa’s a crazy bastard, right?!”

Fandaniel presses his face into his hands as if this is the reveal he never wanted his Sweetie to hear. "Uh-huu-huuu...!!"

Normally OwO is usually good at getting herself out of situations that many try to drag her into. If anything the young sinner was usually the one dragging others into situations or problems that needed someone else to intervene. So to have the opposite happen was...surely a surprise.

"Huh?! I don't even k-"

The words almost completely escaped her lips when she realized that this was certainly a scene in front of her. But the way the one in the middle spoke reminded her somewhat of the time they were all filming for the DisCars.

...Which meant she needed to do what she was best at.

"Hey what are you doing to Papa! He didn't do anything wrong!"

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"Ohhh your Voidsent has been returned to you, has it? Why, this is excellent news! Lord Zenos would be so happy to hear that were he present and aware that you've been stripped of your powers! Tis a pity we can't die here, or I'd offer you test it out on me. Alas..."

He's half kidding. After all, he'd prefer a more extravagant death and could care less about Zenos' happiness. He is, however, pleased her Voidsent is now back in her custody.

✦ "Hm. Perhaps if you might keep your soul by the time you so much as touch my body? My Voidsent is far more eager for a snack than you are."

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"Indeed it is, and one most eager to drain you of your blood!"

✦ "Ah, is that a mosquito I hear buzzing?"

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Zenos: Fandaniel, you are restricted to decaf until the end of our partnership.

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“Hardly any time at all since I've make my grand reappearance and already I am pulled against my will into an alleyway and being greeted by adoring fans! Allow me to say that I am both pleased and flattered you remember me, for I do but aim to make a lasting impression. ” Fandaniel places a hand to his heart and says this with a fake tear and no small amount irony after the gentlemen surrounding him make it all to clear that they recognize him. Actually…gentlemen doesn't quite accurately describe this particular band of unhappy fellows. Pissed off thugs with unfinished business is more like it. Thugs with spiked bats, and he, tragically, was wanting for powers at the moment.

The situation is comical, but highly inconvenient. Luckily, even at this ungodly hour, tiny footsteps of someone can be heard. His gaze flickers over just in time to see the figure of a small girl passing the mouth of the alleyway. He wonders: Would this little lady play along? We could make a riveting scene out of this, you and I.

“No…NO! Not my daughter! You mustn’t beat me to a bloody pulp! Not in front of my sweet daughter!” He cries with a large, exaggerated gesture towards the child, as if to say THIS IS YOUR QUE!

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“I say, I remember y o u from somewhere. Now where was it…” A jovial, raspy voice is heard from…where? Not behind or besides, left or right. Not up or around the corner. Not behind the nearby shrubs or lamp post.  Not from around the corner. Rather, it is coming from underfoot. To be more precise, it is coming from the street drain directly underfoot. “Hmm…ahhh yes! Now I remember! I was tied up to a tree on account of some disgruntled pixies seeing it fit to do so for reasons I can only imagine when along came you to save me from a lonely fate.” 

Fandaniel reaches a few fingers up from the metal spaces in the road and wiggles them to simulate a friendly wave. A smile is barely seen flashing through slits, considering it is dark and beginning to rain especially hard. No. He is not even bothering to explain why he’s down there. Not at all. The water pouring continuously into the drain hardly phases him.

“Tis an honor to encounter you again! How fairs my well-dressed savior this stormy evening?”

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"Twould seem I'm back yet again and being housed in a new location..."

"As if it matters! How often did I retire to my previous housing anyway? Or better yet- Did I ever retire to my previous housing?"

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Alright alright ALRIGHT ALREADY, it’s been a rocky couple of months but I’m finally getting some space in between my work days and I’m (finally) feeling up to starting things back up and write this rancid little jester again! I’m gonna toss up a starter call capping at 3 for now!

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@latenightsenpai requested — [  hermes  ]

To live is to suffer! And I would end that suffering by my own hand! It matters not if it flies in the face of all believed right and just—death is the only solution! That is my truth, my answer to the question, and yet… even as the words pass my lips… I am filled with doubt. Has my search reached its end? Was this the only way? After all these years… is this the answer I was hoping for?

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Back on my BS

have some Fandanny shenanigans

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“I can’t believe that with my seamless track record you'd still think that I’m not just here to work!” He says incredulously, but the act is quickly dropped. “Not that you’re wrong in doubting me.” 

Cool as ever-and one would even go so far as to call him dismissive if one were to fail to notice that intentional puff of smoke. That told him everything he needed to know right now. He’s walking on thin ice. Gracious, the giddiness this elicits in his chest! 

“In truth, I have come here with the intention of following up on that fiery morning we had. Something has been nagging at me all through my recovery, and I can think of no better dragon to quell this sleepless, inquiring mind than the one standing before me.” 

He extends a hand out of his improv spotlight towards an unoccupied sofa. “So how about the two of us get cozy and I can tell you allllll about it! Personally, I think you’ll be flattered by what I've to say.”

With a wink, he elects himself to be the first to prance over to the sofa and hop onto it. He pats the seat next to him.

"Mmm." Romanus doesn't seem at all interested in what Fandaniel is saying, but he probably is already aware. Or maybe...MAYBE he's too self centered and caught up in his own head to even notice. Either way, Romanus waves his hand with a huff, a cloud of black smoke leaving his mouth when he does and evaporating into air. A threat probably.

Don't try to push my buttons.

"I found coverage just fine thank you." And he looks at Fandaniel. Look at him standing under his own spotlight like this is some kind of show.

"The kid got home safely." he says finally. "A little shaken, probably will need help getting through what he did. But....uh, I also thought I made myself clear. Setting you on fire wasn't just to set you on fire, Fandaniel. You're not an id---I thought you'd be smarter than that. So why are you really here?"

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An impressed whistle.

Fandaniel regards this individual, who is now perilously close to being nude before him, with fascination for precisely two reasons. Reason number one is their boldness (seldom did he happen upon someone who actually indulged his curiosity so readily!). Reason number two is the artwork decorating their flesh. Just as much as it was striking, there was something about the tattoos that he cannot help but presume are…oh… “Dangerous, are they?” he says. Then smiles and blinks like an inquisitive child would. There is nothing childlike about him though.

He decides to return the boldness with a little of his own. “Is that what you mean when you say you’ve covered them up for safety reasons?” He strides around in a slow circle, examining the tattoos, front to back, side to side, humming with interest. “Or mayhap you simply fear that exposing your birth tattoos would make people weary of you for some reason or another?” 

He feigns shame and says quickly, and ironically:

"Pray I'm not getting too personal?"

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"Oh...these? Yeah, it took years to get 'em covered up, but I did it." They say, showing of what tattoo they can. Any more showing and they'd practically be naked. Not that it would bother them.

"If you look closely, you can probably see some of my birth tattoos beneath. Covered 'em up too. You know, just for safety reasons." They don't seem too worried in telling Fandaniel this! It's not like he knows their origin....right? Right.

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He cannot help but wonder-who is this bright haired gentleman helping him? And better yet-what for? Poor fool, you know not what monster you lend aide to. Or who knows. Mayhap he d o e s, which is even more tragic. There is something wordly in those eyes...

“Nay, as a matter of fact it isn’t the the first time I’ve been told how annoying I am, because, alas, I do make ruffling the feathers of others a pass time of mine.” Fandaniel takes a second to feel around his mouth for any loose teeth. Thankfully there is none to be had, for he would sound even more ridiculous with his face swollen the way it is. He didn’t need a lisp too.

“I will say though…” and this isn’t a lie or sarcasm, but rather sincere contemplation. To say this is a rare moment would be an understatement. “Never have I ever faced such a relentless onslaught such humbling repercussions. Dare I say they are beginning to catch up to me without my usual abilities to back me up.”

The bandaid gets put on his smarting cheek. “-Tch, ooo-ooo-ooooo!"

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"You're annoying, but I'm sure this isn't the first time you've heard that, right?"

Saying something like this with such a sweet innocent face just doesn't work. Sun looks less intimidating than he would on any normal given day. "do you usually go around pissing people off?" Is his next question. As he's asking this though, he's placing a bandaid over the poor guy's cheek. He got decked hard. AND Sun was not behind the punching!

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“A pretty face? Me?! Why…please, you’re making me blush!” He puts a hand to his chest, eyes asparkle, as though both surprised and flattered. Really he’s anything but. Mostly because it is not his own face he wears. Then again, maybe he should be flattered in some fashion, considering he did choose this corpse to reanimate and all. Just like choosing the right outfit for just the right occasion. And speaking of outfits…

“Now as for a maid outfit…hmmm…..you know…tis funny. In all my years, never had the opportunity arisen for me to don such a uniform?” He pretends to think about this. Really drag out the illusion of thought. In truth, he’s already made his decision. “I mean, not only am I in no place to turn down compensation…” The Ascian laughs and spreads his arms. “…but I also have absolutely no reason to turn down the offer when one with such a keen eye for models approaches me! You’ve chosen well, and I shan’t be one to disappoint!”

♡ In a way Elysia was happy she had cut in part of the way into the conversation. She didn't really know what he had been going on about, but it sounded almost like he was talking just for the sake of talking. Based on his response to her intervention, it seemed she would need to set things as off-topic as she possibly could.

"Hmm..." And so rather than respond immediately she hummed to herself while pacing around, her hand resting beneath her chin thoughtfully. "I'm looking for models, actually! And you have a really pretty face~!"

This was certainly one way to derail it, so she went with her gut. If he said yes then she could get some valuable data. "Have you ever worn a maid outfit before? Would you like to? You'll be fairly compensated, of course~!"

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That's it. You summed up Fandaniel's role and overall mood in Endwalker with 2 whole images and a song. Bravo!

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