foreversembrace | IC Contact + Inventory for @sticksandbones

INVENTORY:

-A futuristic looking collar the aliens use to control their human pets will be already on his neck on arrival. The color (green or red) indicates the wearer’s mood. It’s not explicitly told how the collars work, but I’m choosing to play it as the “wearer/owner” of the collar cannot remove it themselves under any circumstance, but it can be removed by others. Wearer is likely subject to something akin to an electric shock or worse if they try to tamper with it.Can also be worn around the mouth as a form of gag.
-An electric guitar. It’s make and model seem like nothing from earth, and it likely works (somehow) on its own without needing an external power source (idk it’s aliens)
-A flower crown made from the fake flowers from Anakt Garden
-A pair of modern clothing from "home", the outfit he wears with the spray-painted shirt

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From:

thebladebringstheflame

[Operation "drag Till out of the closet" is a-go and has been for like. A year now lmao. But Flamebringer is actually getting somewhere! He's doing it!

So he goes out of his way to make a little pansy bouquet (only the red ones) and tie it with a ribbon, and because he's Flamebringer the vase and water and plant food are included sorry good luck. He's not much of a baker though, so the strawberry cake is technically from the bakery. It's one of those little round ones, the single-person cakes, with fresh strawberry slices on the top in the centre.

Knock knock :3]

From:

foreversembrace

[It takes a moment for the door to get answered, since Till was across the room studying writing music again. It's been...a long, hard process, but he feels like he's getting somewhere, bit by bit. When the door gets open a crack, Flamebringer will be able to see just one eye before Till recognizes who it is and opens the door the rest of the way, standing there mouth slightly agape at the bouquet he's holding.]

Wh- ...Flamebringer? What are you doin' here?

From:

thebladebringstheflame

Rizzing you up, what else?

[Flamebringer is a rizzless creature and Till is not allowed to forget this. The cake is in a little cake tray for easy transport and gets thrust into his hands before the vase of pansies follow.

Flamebringer is also in a (very open) button down and slacks so clearly ?? something is happening.]

I got you the cake and flowers you said you liked. There ain't much we can do out here, but... if you have time, I was thinking we could get dinner at Passenger's old place. How about it?

From:

foreversembrace

[Ah

Wh

buh-

As Till stands there dumbfounded, his Karte floats up to the door and beeps at Flamebringer like :)? hello are you taking Till outside? That's good, he needs to be outside, please make him touch the grass out there.

He takes both the cake and the vase as they're handed to him, looking over the flowers which look startingly similar to those from the Garden, just obviously not strange with those little cameras in them. He feels his ears start to turn red as he pulls the vase a little closer to his chest.]

I...sure. I mean...I ain't busy, but- give me a sec to put this in the fridge?

[And put on. Not sweatpants-]

From:

thebladebringstheflame

Take your time, I ain't goin' anywhere.

[Flamebringer will wait out in the hallway in case Till wants to shut his door to, you know, put pants on. But before it fully shuts, he calls out:]

I'm not forcing you into anything, but this is a date. Don't overdress, but I do wanna take you out for a bit, if you're willing.

From:

foreversembrace

[Yes he will be doing that, please hold. He will ALSO be spinning back to look at the door where it's still cracked and Flamebringer through it is like "oh by the way"]

U-uh-

[Oh, god. If smoke could come out of his ears it fucking would.]

Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'-!

[Well that wasn't a no.

Anyway, Till will shut the door fully and rustle around for a bit as he gets changed, changing into...well, it's not really possible for Till to overdress since he doesn't have anything too fancy, but...he will throw on the spray-painted t-shirt he likes (this isn't date material at all but whatever) and a comfortable pair of pants, deliberating for a moment before deciding to put on the scarf Flamebringer knitted for him. It's getting a little warm for it, but...whatever.

Then he'll come outside, not looking super dressed in the end, but.]

Where are we goin'?

From:

thebladebringstheflame

Passenger's old cafe. [It's not old, it's still standing, but the point is Passenger isn't running it anymore.] I need some spicy food. Figured we could talk a bit and go for a walk after, and maybe if I'm lucky, I get to kiss you on the cheek.

How's that sound?

From:

foreversembrace

[aaaAAAA-

Till already feels a little in over his head, tugging his scarf up a little further over his mouth shyly when Flamebringer talks about kissing him again.]

A-...alright. But just 'cause it's you, got it?

From:

thebladebringstheflame

[Ruffles Till's hair as they walk because he's Awful.]

Lucky me.

[Off they go, then! Flamebringer will just make small talk until they're there, at which point he's swinging into a sit at one of the floor tables.]

How've you been lately, anyway?

From:

foreversembrace

I've been okay.

[He answers, brushing his hair back into place as he sits across from him.]

Last month, uh...sucked.

[He isn't directly referencing it because he Super Doesn't Want To Talk About It but he still feels guilty as hell for killing Stan, and honestly he's shocked Flamebringer isn't trying to kill HIM for doing it, even if it was an accident.]

From:

thebladebringstheflame

No fucking kidding. Here I thought I was going to have a great time gutting Wolfwood.

[...]

I'm not mad, by the way. About Zeyde. [Stan.] I'd be a goddamn hypocrite if I was, and it's you, so... I know you didn't mean to. That whole situation was a nightmare anyway.

From:

foreversembrace

[And just like that, Till's posture relaxes a little. He sits forward, his furrowed brow becoming less...intense.]

Wh...wait. You're not?

From:

thebladebringstheflame

No, I'm not. You think I'm gonna take a guy on a date if I'm pissed off? [i mean probably] Maybe I'm biased toward you, but that whole thing was set up to make us fight anyway. And... as it happens, all those sacrifices got rid of the shit in the sky.

I know it's fucked up, but it helped. And the person... people? I'm mad at are the fucking Forest and that thing in the sky. Not you.

From:

foreversembrace

[Wow. That's...actually a huge weight off his shoulders, hearing Flamebringer say that. Till's slightly dour expression becomes marginally less so, relaxed enough that he can actually look at the menu without feeling the need to be on high alert.]

...okay. Thank you, Flamebringer.

[Genuinely, he means that.]

I uh...

[And now he's tracing the menu with his finger, looking at it instead of Flamebringer directly.]

Did. Did I ever tell you about what was happening before I first showed up here? Back where I'm from, I mean.

From:

thebladebringstheflame

[At some point their food will come while they're talking about this. Time to yap and eat.]

Loosely. I figured out you were some sort of slave when we first met, and that the flowers were surveillance cameras, and we vaguely talked about the stage and all that shit. I wasn't gonna press. It was hard enough to get close to you at the time since you were about as skittish as a kitten with the claws to match.

From:

foreversembrace

Yeah. Sorry about that.

[His fingers pull idly at the edge of his scarf. It's there to keep him from picking at the spot on his neck where his brand once was.]

I don't remember what exactly I told you about the Stage, so just...to give context. Every human that still exists no longer has free will. We're all owned by a race called the Segyein, who took over our planet a long time ago. We're basically bought, sold, and bred to be able to sing, dance, and perform. S'why I can...could do what I do.

Once we got good enough, and I guess old enough, they'd make us sing against each other on the Stage. Whoever got the most points would move on to the next round. Whoever didn't got executed on the spot.

From:

thebladebringstheflame

[...stops chewing.]

What the fuck. That's some shit they'd do in Kazdel at the Scar Market if they got any bright ideas. You lived that?

[New hitlist acquired! First we do Wolfwood's goons then we do Till's goons. Anyone else need an assassination speak now or forever hold your peace!!!]

From:

foreversembrace

[Till nods, his body sinking back into his chair.]

S'why I had my name on my neck. Everyone's got one, and it basically identifies you for whoever owns you. I wasn't the perfect angel child everyone wanted, so when I was eventually bought for cheap, my owner loved to take out all his anger on me. Especially if I decided one night I wasn't gonna sing pretty.

But all that ain't why I brought it up. I was on my third round before I came here. N'...it was the first time I had to go up against someone I actually knew more than at a glance.

From:

thebladebringstheflame

[Just like the fucking Scar Market, only they give you a barcode tattoo. No need to have a name when you're a Sarkaz; you'll just change it anyway, but the barcode is set in stone.

Flamebringer makes a face.]

So... what happened? Don't beat around the bush with me, you know you don't have to.

From:

foreversembrace

[He appreciates that about Flamebringer. Makes it both easier and harder to say, though.]

It was the guy that killed me the first time. The one with the dark hair, and the dark eyes. Ivan.

We sang a duet. He was winning, and I just wanted to fucking die, at that point. I was ready to lose and not have to do it all anymore. So, I just stopped singing. When I did, he came across the stage and kissed me.

[Till isn't looking at Flamebringer when he says this, staring down at his plate instead.]

I tried to pull back, but he had me tight. He kissed me over, and over...and then he grabbed my neck and strangled me until he was shot to death. I wanted him to just kill me, but he wasn't pressing hard enough. He knew what he was doin'.

Then I woke up here.

From:

thebladebringstheflame

[Flamebringer will continue to curl his lip until morale improves.]

So that's what that fucker did. [Sorry to all ivantill shippers, Flamebringer is not on board—] Strangling is a whole different strength set. You don't just— sorry, you don't want to hear how this guy's a failure. Nevermind.

[He's learning the fine art of biting his tongue.]

Fucking nightmare. ...sorry. At least you're free here, for all the hell that the Forest prick gives us. I'll kill that guy twice as hard as I killed the copy of him if he shows up here, if you want.

From:

foreversembrace

No...it's okay. I don't want that.

[What Ivan did is fucked up, but he didn't want him to die. Quite the opposite, actually.]

He'd always been...weird, around me. He followed me around like a shadow...and we fought a lot. Punched his face in more than once. But he was still...one of the only friends I had, and they were already droppin' like flies.

Then he just. Fucking kisses me, and dies. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

[Till picks up his fork, stabbing a little at his food with it.]

...I liked a girl. But I'm pretty sure she didn't like me back. She's gone missing anyway...and I didn't realize somebody liked me like that until they'd gone cold.

From:

thebladebringstheflame

It's definitely a type of love confession, I think. I guess. Not a good one.

[...]

Was that girl the pink-haired one that I saw in that dream? When I was trying to snap you out of it months and months ago?

From:

foreversembrace

...yeah.

[His voice is small when he answers, like just talking about her aloud hurts.]

Her name's Mizi. She was...the best of all of us. Way more optimistic and easy to get along with than I ever was. None of us deserved what we were goin' through, but I think she deserved it the least.

From:

thebladebringstheflame

Well no fucking wonder, then. You looked... [Happy. Genuinely fucking happy. Like, Flamebringer had never seen Till in such a good mood before, and he felt like ass breaking him out of it and telling him that none of that was fucking real.] ...you just looked like you'd seen the only good thing that's ever existed, I guess.