Trump-Talk

[someonetocarry]

So somebody wanna tell me where the Trumps were hidin' this Jaunt? My other self in there was kinda on the sidelines of whatever action went down, given the whole havin'-a-baby thing, and I don't remember talkin' to anythin' that might fit a Trump in disguise.

[Little does she know... still, it's a place to start the conversation for various interested parties, right? Including herself. Because she's not actually even sure which Trump marked her.]

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[comebewe]

What? We are not possessing me!

[failgoyle]

Are you even listening to yourself? Yourselves?!

[comebewe]

[Okay, so maybe that was...supremely bad wording on his part. Biut he was surprised okay. He wasn't expecting an interrogation on their nature while trying to impart information about the Trumps]

I know what we are! And I'm not possessed, alright? Possesion implies...control, one dominating conciousness. That is not what we are.

[happyhalloween]

Like with me and Green back in Misericordia! That's what the Blue Electric Angels and Matthew are like! The Angels are sharing their body with Matthew!

[failgoyle]

So...symbiotes?

[There's a very long pause.]

That is still kind of freaky!

[happyhalloween]

If it was real possession the Angels would just go away when Matthew shows up, like with Mama and the Black Witch or when Beatrice used to do that before she got strong enough to manifest herself all the time.

[failgoyle]

You're the kid from the roof, right?

Do you...did you get taken by Faeries or anything like that?

[Because this all sounds very much not normal, and he is concerned.]

[happyhalloween]

No? But I'm a witch and then I died.

[failgoyle]

That...uh.

Um.

...that's...

Ah....

[Give him a minute, he might be able to address that. Maybe.]

[happyhalloween]

I did! Twelve years ago! That's why I'm nine and not twenty-one.

[failgoyle]

...considering that I'm thirty-something and I should be twenty-one, this should really make more sense to me.

[But it is not. Such is the sadness that is being Jules.]

[happyhalloween]

Did you not die when you should?

[comebewe]

...Something like that. Or fusion, or whatever you want to call it. I don't think there's really a name for what we are.

[failgoyle]

Unholy fused amalgamation?

[comebewe]

That wasn't an invitation to give us one!

[failgoyle]

You seemed like you needed one!

[comebewe]

Well I didn't!

[failgoyle]

It kinda works, really, if what you're saying's true. Has a nice ring to it.

[comebewe]

Goddammit Maria!

[Okay, so maybe at this point their nature is essentially impossible to hide. That doesn't mean that they're happy to have Maria literally broadcast their name.

Not to mention the fact that she keeps getting it wrong]

And how many times do I have to tell you, it's the other way around.

[happyhalloween]

That's not what you told Green!

[comebewe]

No, it isn't!

[happyhalloween]

Yes it is!

[comebewe]

No it goddamn isn't and I have no idea how the hell you even thought it was!

[happyhalloween]

You said you were Matthew and now you keep trying to switch it! It's not fair!

[comebewe]

Because I am Matthew!