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Warnings: Mention of death and torture. Threads are likely to end up going deeply traumatic places.

(It's a typical day on Nogard, though many people who see this might be elsewhere.

Many have probably heard by now that Chris is dead. Has been dead for several days, in fact, after being captured and tortured by Ganon.

Except... they're not?

That's definitely a shot of a very panicked looking Chris running... somewhere, not paying attention to the shellphone clutched in their hand or noticing that it's recording.

Several people can be heard yelling in surprise in the background as Chris darts past them.

...The fuck are they even running from? It doesn't sound like they're being chased.

The hand holding the shellphone bumps into something, and the video cuts out.)

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(And at this point they burst out laughing. It's an ugly thing: they're a snorter, and with their nose all fucked up it sometimes comes out as a whistle.)

Holy shit, look at your face!

(They're pointing and laughing extra obnoxiously at you now Faulkner. What are you gonna do?)

[ He doesn't like being made a fool of, and he doesn't like being laughed at. He can't help clenching a fist at his side, though it stays there for now.

...Normally he'd smooth things over by saying something to smooth things over, but is there even any point when Chris will know what he's doing? He's been trying not to focus on how uncomfortable that makes him, but it's definitely contributing to how on edge he is. ]

Knock it off, asshole.

(And they proceed to do the opposite of that, actually, because why shouldn't they?

They laugh even harder!)

What are you gonna do about it?

(Kill them? Because that clearly doesn't work!)

Edited 2025-09-05 09:40 (UTC)

[ Normally it might be a good bit harder to get him to snap, even with the temper. He mostly seethes and sulks when he's annoyed and gets violent when he feels cornered.

But right now he's barely been holding it together, just... in general. His nightmares were bad enough before they died and filled his head with horrors on the way out. Now he's sleeping worse than ever.

Not to mention everything else that's been happening.

If he stopped to think, he'd probably do something else. He was awfully upset by someone else hurting Chris, after all. But right now they'll notice he barely does think before throwing a punch. ]

(And they're busy laughing at him, so busy they don't even really put much effort into dodging, though they do bring an arm up to block.

Somehow, the punch just makes them laugh harder.)

That all you got, dickhead!?

(And they swing a punch right back. Fuck you Faulkner! You and your stupid face!)

Shut up.

[ No actually clever comeback, apparently. But he's on edge enough that he's prepared to dodge.

...Not quite successfully, he still catches enough of a glancing blow that it hurts. Which makes him angry enough to swing again.

There's no real intent here. Normally his instinct is to finish fights fast and brutal. He knows he's tiny and that his only advantages are being fast and easy to underestimate. And he doesn't like leaving threats around.

But he doesn't want Chris dead. He doesn't even want Chris seriously hurt, if he stopped to think about it. He's just angry and reactive.

Angel rolls back onto their feet, ears pricking up as the heads all watch. This feels more like a dominance squabble than actual danger, so that's all they do right now. ]

(This time they predict the hit, moving to dodge and grab Faulkner's arm so they can throw him to the ground.)

[ And this absolutely works, but he'll do his best to grab at them in attempt to take them off their feet, too. ]

(And they'll let him, doing their best to fall on top of him so they can pummel him.)

Fuck you, pipsqueak! You think your scrawny ass can beat me?!

(They aren't trying to seriously hurt him, but this is Chris: He's not coming out unscathed.)

You don't look so tough yerself—

[ Even if they're bigger than him. He swears as he takes a hit, and raises an arm in attempt to block the next one... before just trying to elbow them as hard as he can wherever he can reach. ]

Tougher than you, ass-augh!

(That's their fucking eye you just elbowed, dickwad! They rear back and rain down punches on him.)

[ And he'll try to block as much as he can before trying to shove them off him hard enough to wiggle away.

There's something almost fun about finally just having a brawl... almost. He doesn't like feeling cornered and he doesn't really like being reminded of being bullied by his brothers either. ]

Get the hell off me—!

(And they don't want to seriously hurt him so they'll let him shove them off, rolling to the side.)

Fuck you, Faulkner.

Right—right back at'cha.

[ But he's struggling briefly to catch his breath where he is, so whether or not this absolute idiocy continues from here will probably depend on whatever Chris does next.

(Wait, they used his name?) ]

(They're not continuing this. Instead they flop on the ground and lie there.)

You need training. (His fighting skills are pathetic. All he's got is vicious brutality. )

Too bad Ranma left.

[ He'll also stay flopped where he is, since they don't try and provoke him more. ]

Not sure who that was, but... I've been doin' a little.

[ With Fenris. And apparently forgetting it all in the moment. That might actually make him look worse, come to think of it. ]

Figure maybe I'll ask Keigo sometime.

[ Because actually learning to fight has, in fact, been on his mind. But a lot more because people keep getting hurt than for this kind of reason. ]

Ranma was a good fighter. Would probably thrash Keigo, or whoever else you're thinking about.

(...They're glad Ranma isn't here for all this. At least one person doesn't know.)

I'll take your word for it.

[ He moves to sit up, groans, flops back. He seems almost as quick to (mostly) calm down as to anger, but he's definitely irritated he's in pain.

Angel shuffles closer and puts a head on his chest, whining a little. ]

You be quiet, you didn't take my side.

[ But his tone is more grumbling than it is actually scolding. ]

Your side is stupid. I got him treats.

(Nevermind that they tricked Faulkner into giving them.

They continue to lay there.)

This is such bullshit. (No clarification what they're talking about.)

[ He thinks about arguing more but... honestly now that the actual violence is out of his system for the moment he's just kind of tired. And it's really stupid. He pets his dog instead. ]

...Which part?

[ He's pretty sure that could apply to a lot of things. ]

Ganon didn't even know what he was doing when he made everyone see that.

(The words crack with bitterness. Are they on the verge of tears?)

[ ...And now he's back to being concerned. ]

What do you mean?

[ Although he supposes if Ganon's intent was to make people too afraid to mess with him, that didn't exactly work out. ]

Still don't... know what all happened there.

[ A lot of implied questions, though he's not prying directly. Out loud at least. ]

You saw.

(They wave a hand over their--thankfully covered with clothing--chest.)

I didn't want people to know. Now everyone does.

[ He's quiet for a moment. ]

Don't really know what it means if I'm honest. In my world you'd be an angel or a saint or somethin'.

[ Angel is closer to made form scratch but saint is closer to made from a dead person. And that's what all those marks remind him of. ]

Not sure how much it means to anyone else here, either. There's... plenty of kinds of people.

[ He knows that doesn't fix the fact they wanted it a secret, but at least no one has much context? ]

Edited 2025-09-13 11:53 (UTC)

I don't think any gods helped in my creation. (The farm is a godless place if there ever was one.)

If any did, they can go fuck themselves.

(They're practically spitting as they say that.)

I know what it means. And so does anyone who comes from a world that uses bar codes. (They're for property. Things, not people.)