Backdated to bone-flower clock liminal

[wolvering]

Tho—

[The would-be mental shout cuts off before the first syllable is even finished. There’s a brief pause, and then Pod’s actual voice comes back, and it’s all filtered away from baby Rose.]

Those spineless, mealy-mouthed, Hornet-hoofed, pustulant offspring of asps and dark mages! They can’t claim me! I belong to Kerras. I don’t—

Argh! Goddess curse them to never find rest nor hearth.

Comments

[fridgeninja]

... You got marked?

[itsananimalthing]

[Yeah, Riddick knows what that ranting means. He sounds both amused and resigned when he responds.]

Welcome to the club, kiddo. Which one got you?

[He's pretty sure it won't be Moon, so that makes two people he cares about knows well, chosen by different Trumps than him. Not something he's happy about, really, though he's not going to tell Pod that off the bat.]

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[mysunnydisposition]

...did you talk to the lion too, then?

[teamsad]

Whoa! Uh... don't get me wrong, I completely support cursing about every part of this messed up situation, and great word choice by the way, but since you're doing it in our heads... you think you can back up and explain why you're yelling?

[awitchdidit]

I came here bearing a mark myself, and they simply put on another one. We are, however, only as "claimed" as we allow ourselves to be.