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    YAY!! @Elysia; starting off here at the space center here for basics but :eyes:


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    There’s no telling how the twins got admitted into the office.

    They flew into the URPG Space Station that morning on an enormous slab hurled from the farthest reaches of space. Their original planet is the PokeWorld, but they are entirely human in form - and those fox ears cut out from bark and colored from the blood of pecha berries won’t really fool anyone. They are caked to the knees in mud and grime; ursaring fur hangs over strong shoulders, thirty pounds of a creature’s legacy securing a sapling’s tender joints and long limbs from the cold. Bracelets twisted from roots race up and down their forearm; knives are hidden within the pelts.

    Someone tossed these tiny kids along to Tiresias. Now they’re standing there spiritually close to each other, physically learning into one another. This place smells of paperwork and pens and all these inanimate things they could never comprehend; things that were never constructed upon their world, whose rules revolve around being the most wild, the last one standing. Everyone here is sitting. They frown in distaste. Well, everyone except for one perhaps!

    The girl, Baas, steps forward on these immaculate tiles that bear no resemblance to anything of a real world. Black hair surges down her back, matted, half of it thrown haphazardly into a bun at the top of her hair. The fox ears are still there, but much harder to see than on her brother, Bail. “You of the Enforcer,” she says with sonorous, full grace. “Need your help. There is tragedy we cannot stop.”

    Bail steps forward next. Individually, the wild intensity of those eyes, brown irises sharpened and hardened like cuts of amber, could suggest they are much older than children. But together, standing there, holding onto each other, their true age becomes apparent. Bail reaches into his pelt, pulling out a handful of obsidian rocks that could hold all the gravity in the world for their shine. “Our friends, under attack,” Bail says, his voice a mirror of his sister’s. Bail holds out those rocks towards Tiresias, gaze unwavering.

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    Stanton always had the biggest shit-eating grin when he made Ty do things. On slow mornings, when Ty's really bored, they'll sit back and just remember how big that fucking grin is, just so they can also have the accompanying satisfaction of imagining punching it off of his stupid, stupid face.

    "You love kids, remember?"

    There was just enough of a curl at the end of that remember for Ty to understand that the wording had been on purpose and this was Stanton's weak attempt at trying to be clever. Shame, really; if Stanton weren't so mind-numbingly stupid, he'd probably be the only friend Ty had on this stupid lump of steel. Big if, though. Poor man didn't even have two brain cells to rub together; is it really his fault that he seems to take so much pleasure in dancing on the tail of a sleeping dragon?

    Which is all a poor explanation for how two mud-caked kids end up in his office, fouling the place up before Ty's even gotten though his first expense report or fourth cup of coffee. Which, really, is a long-winded explanation for: he got fucked.

    Stanton's shit-eating grin. What to do with it? Punch it in the teeth.

    Ah. Better.

    So when the first one steps forward with a huntress's gait and tells him of some unstoppable tragedy, Ty takes a polite sip of his coffee and pretends like the higher-ups here aren't the biggest losers here (which is only partially true; he's pretty sure he's the one who lost out in this situation). His hand curls into a tighter grip on the pen; just a moment; anything can be a lethal weapon if you just try hard enough; can't kill them it'll lead to more paperwork; yes, even just killing one of them will probably be the same paperwork; may as well kill them both.

    There's a practical reason for why he's filling out this stuff so intently, so early in the morning, when the rest of the Enforcer office is still in drowsy sleep. See, not to name any names, but this other Enforcer who had a nasty habit of developing fatal head trauma when injured had once had so much paperwork that she'd gone out and gotten herself killed on purpose, so the next day he had plausible deniability for why he couldn't be expected to do any of it.

    It was such a clever idea that Ty wishes he'd thought of it, but he's pretty sure he'd thought of it.

    Tenses and grammar aren't really his strong suit. Neither is diplomacy. So when the second kid reaches out with a pile of rocks and the urgency of being the first person to try to deal drugs, Ty isn't having it. He isn't really sure what kind of punishment they'll invent if he dies before he fills this out, but if he's not done by lunch, Stanton will talk to him, which is punishment enough. "No," Ty says flatly.

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    Spoiler:
    YAY!! @Elysia; Ty: Post 1

    WHEW LMAO


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    Wolf children yell - HIYAHH on the cruelest of nights, curling into each other to prevent their bodies from freezing to death; these wolf children carry their targets home by their napes caught between chiseled teeth; these wolf children, inculcated with the values of houndoom and mightyena ideology, know only of victory and struggle and slow, slow painful death reverberating across an isolated landscape because y’know death for victory or nothing -

    Wait, what?

    These wolf children have traveled millions of spac-ey galactic light years to reach this point. To have this entity in front of them ignore their plea for help. A twitch builds along Baas’ jaw; Bail sneezes, maybe out of awkwardness, maybe because he stared at Ty too long, with all these blinding white lights blasted their way. Either way, Bail allows his sister to make the first move. Ah, yes, they come from a matriarchal pack of wolves anyway. What to do here? he questions telepathically, turning over slightly to face the girl with crossed arms. Wolf ears bend forward to droop slightly, as if even they as inanimate objects could be affected by her distress. Knock him out and bring him with us?...

    But we need him well and strong, and maybe alive, Baas passes back, adding on the last bit a little hazily. Then the beginning of a smile appears on her face, tiny corners of her mouth upturning. Like us, him. I like him. Said girl uncrosses her arms, coughs to draw the man’s attention away from the horrid work. In the span of a minute, the children came to a conclusion about the sensibility of the enforcer before them, the true motive behind his answer, and their own volatile reaction to it. Or so at least they thought!

    “The price, name it,” she says. “We’ll take out your slave master, who drives you with the work,” Bail adds on, motioning disdainfully to the slew of paperwork on Ty’s desk. A hungry expression grows in the young boy’s eyes; claws sharpen slightly at his sides in emphasis, veins bulging around the knuckle joints.


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    Ty doesn't get surprised often.

    This surprises him.

    He almost says yes on reflex. The first thought to stop him is the knowledge that he'll have to fill out Stanton's expense reports too if the idiot dies, and there's probably a special hell of paperwork for "calling a hitsquad of kids from space to murder your superiors." The second stop is that he's spent a lot of weeks (seriously, he doesn't even remember most of them and he knows it's too many) working Stanton to be somewhat agreeable; he's not about to let all that go to waste. The third thought to stop him isn't really his, but it's a whisper against the back of his mind, one that he's always known and never wanted as part of him: you were meant for more than this.

    Sigh. The kid who speaks second looks like he's absolutely serious, and Ty doesn't miss the threat in the way that his claws unsheath of their own accord, muscles and veins coming into clear relief. Does this count as saving someone's life? Ty imagines the conversation, the condescending disbelief painted across Stanton's face as Ty tries to explain, quite rightfully, that he skipped out on this morning's expense reports to save Stanton's life.

    Wait, no, that could actually work. Almost.

    He pointedly sets down his pen and gets to his feet. Ty rolls his eyes and pushes the kid's claws away from his desk. He kept it clean for a reason. "Don't fuck up my stuff; I'm going to need it later." He looks at the girl, and then looks pointedly at the camera he knows Stanton's got pointed at him in the corner. Both the kids look smarter than their outfits would suggest; there's something about the razor glint of their eyes that reminds him of predators eyeing prey. Picks his words carefully. "I have two requests. First. The one who drives my work doesn't want me to leave." He pauses. The message is clear enough, right? "Make it look like you took me from here by force, and I will do whatever you ask." No matter what stupid cause they've got, it's worth taking sheerly to spite Stanton.

    The second one probably won't make much sense. But he only woke up in this body last week; he's not too fussed about it. It doesn't even feel like his, yet. "Second. If we don't make it back before tomorrow morning, kill me when we return here. I won't mind; I promise."

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    HOW MANY WOLF REFERENCES can i make by the end of this tbh also they love him ;;;

    @Elysia; Ty: Post 2



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    Tiny hairs on Bail’s knuckles bristle when the one before him pushes his claws away. They were raised by wolves, raised to be super strong and independent and - did he really just push his claws away like they were some sort of Wolverine-looking toy?... Regardless, Bail listens to Ty’s words carefully, analyzes the situation. Baas throws Bail a look that promises something. They don’t need to speak telepathically to know they’re on the same page with what should come next. But then the man’s latter words strike a chord in Baas; and she turns her head at him in an impossibly fluid ninety-degree angle, contemplating words and their potential meanings. He won’t mind if they do?... Is it a death threat? A song of summoning? The occult?

    “Dangerous, I like him!” Baas replies joyously to her brother, a little thought that the recipient smiles at. “Careful, tell us if we misstep,” Bail whispers out loud, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Then, the duo look at each other, and it’s on! “WOLF POWERS, ACTIVATE!”

    THEN THE ODD FUTURE children roar! A tornado of red energy soars upwards from the two twin souls, emanating outwards (though they are very careful to not touch any of Ty’s stuff)! Baas’s claws enlongen, irises cleared of any color beyond a deep red as she approaches Ty, (very gently) holding the man hostage style. “The future is ours! Wolfgang flocka FOREVER!” she declares as she howls, breaking the camera’s surface with the trill of her immense voice. It’s Bail’s turn now to summon up a vortex of immense energy that materializes in front of the trio with the sound of a low whistle! Then, a portal of deep black, a hole into their home dimension. Bail repeats their excited chant, then winks at Ty, then yells, “All your Enforcers belong to us!”

    “Our road home,” Baas whispers as she motions at the portal. “You see all regrets for the briefest of moment, then your happiest memory,” she muses gently. “We thank you with all our hearts!... Are you sure about the other one? We can murder him,” she says dubiously. The vortex roars before them, rattling the tiles of the office, nearly deafening, edges of black hole lapping against this dimension and the next like a ravenous fire.



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