[Event]

[lampluminous]

Hnmmnf... Hrnmmnn...

*Sumiho is busy making sounds to himself, sitting in various off-the-ground places. The top of a fence. In a tree. On the school rooftop. Anywhere that means that he's probably like 6+ feet away from touching any solid earth.

He's crossing his arms, like he's stuck in deep thought about something, as he looks out from his vantage point.

Seems like he's really focused!*

Comments

[snakebitesbythebeach]

::Holds up her one hand pointing to the ring of impossible geometries on her finger. And to her skull.:: I have two of these, they let me exist as a paradox with no beginning, that should not exist. As such, I'm fundamentally immune enough to a reality shift of this scale because I am a hole in the world, dearest brother.

[lampluminous]

Oh, right. I still need to make certain sometimes, you know? It's hard to tell who is technically okay to speak to and who isn't about these... Things.

[snakebitesbythebeach]

Mother and anyone from the order of the Illusion Witches should be a good choice. ... Except the one that's part Mira. So Mother, myself and Gwendolyn. Father might be plausible depending on matters. But anyone who's a paradox or a higher dimensional being should suffice.

[lampluminous]

Hnmn...

I just wonder how to approach this, since ah...

I think something happened to the people that followed me. *he scratches his cheek slightly*

[snakebitesbythebeach]

Go on.

[lampluminous]

Well, if I'm seeing it right...

They're from this time, now.

When they shouldn't be. At all.

[snakebitesbythebeach]

Like I said. ::Waves at everything.:: Potato Hack Job. Reality bending and restructuring on this scale is Mother's worst subject in so far as I know, and all of it reeks of her work. She doesn't hold a candle flame to the work I've seen Master Bohr do with regards to things like this.

[lampluminous]

"Master Bohr"?

[snakebitesbythebeach]

One of my school instructors from before Mother became Mother to me. He was a very befuddling sort, yet he was an artist with 'painting' reality, scultping it and reshaping it. He considered it one of his few pleasures in life.

[lampluminous]

Ah...

I guess it's weird to think. About how this isn't really mom's area... I mean, things are technically "better", right? But at the same time...

[snakebitesbythebeach]

... I'm actually shocked by the amount of sheer restraint.

[lampluminous]

... Okay, I'm a little impressed by that too.

But I guess a little voice in her head said "don't go full-out crafting the world in your image".

[snakebitesbythebeach]

Must of. Since you're clearly not currently a girl with a body like this. ::Motions to herself.::

[lampluminous]

Thankfully. That'd be kinda annoying to deal with. Or maybe it's because she knows that I'd notice?

*he ponders it.*

[snakebitesbythebeach]

So, how odd is your relationship with your friends?

[lampluminous]

My relationship with most of them is okay.

One of them definitely has a terrible crush on me.

The problem is though that they were only here because they followed me... But my younger self still exists.

[snakebitesbythebeach]

Repeat after me, little brother: "Potato. Hack. Job.". What's probably all around us is Mother doing a rush job where she had little time and fewer resources. So. Errors and paradoxes exist.

[lampluminous]

Paradoxes, paradoxes...

Honestly, I shouldn't be too bothered by it. Long as they never pick up on it, it shouldn't be an issue, right?

[snakebitesbythebeach]

... "As long as they don't". Let's hope no one tugs on the shoestrings holding everything together... ... We should try and help do any further repairs. If we can get Mother to not turn me away... ::Grumbles aggravated.::

[lampluminous]

Why, what's wrong? Why is she turning you away?

[snakebitesbythebeach]

That she has a huge hangover and needs to nap and play videogames.

[lampluminous]

Hnmnff... She best recover sooner than later...

[snakebitesbythebeach]

I'm certain she's recovered, just, this being Mother, she's lazy and will make excuses until the "cows come home". ::Huffs indignantly, mincing on her ridiculously high heels.::

[lampluminous]

*siiigh*

Well, hopefully if I bother her about fixing the gaps, she'll at least listen to me...

[snakebitesbythebeach]

::Smiles in a way that as always, seems put on.:: Then perhaps you should go bother her.