== Be Mistuo in the past
For this advent to make sense, we must go back roughly half an hour. You are standing with Foxsprite, currently trying to understand her. You can't exactly quite put a finger on exactly… how she can exist. These are two completely opposite personalities mixed into one being. It doesn't help that she still has her very calming voice while also being covered in Imp blood and killing maliciously.
Mistuo: S-o-o-o-, F-o-xsprite?
Mistuo: Y-o-v're, like, svper aggressive n-o-w.
Foxsprite: Yes, well, that's what happens when you combine a violent killer with something.
Foxsprite: But I'm not just aggressive.
Foxsprite: I'm still your loving Lusus that wants nothing but the best for you!
The Sprite throws all four arms up for emphasis. That or she threw up her machetes to impale four Imps that decided to fall in through the colossal fucking hole in your roof. It was probably the latter, but you're going to pretend it was for the former.
Mistuo: Yes, well.
Mistuo: This is a little strange if I may say.
Mistuo: Strange and vnc-o-mf-o-ftable.
Foxsprite: Hmm?
Foxsprite: How so?
Mistuo: Well, y-o-v've always tavght me t-o- a pacifist and n-o-nvi-o-lent.
Mistuo: Bvt seeing y-o-v like this…
Foxsprite: Makes you conflicted?
Mistuo: Yeah…
Foxsprite: Oh, Mistuo, always one to over think things.
Foxsprite: I am still your loving Lusus, but I am also a little more violent.
Foxsprite: If it is what you would prefer, I may be able to hold back my murderistic behavior.
Mistuo: -O-h my g-o-g, yes please!
Mistuo: I'd like t-o- at least speak t-o- -o-ne Imp -o-n what I should d-o-.
Foxsprite: You can commune with these creatures?
Mistuo: Yes.
Mistuo: If y-o-v were listening t-o- me f-o-r the past ten minvtes y-o-v'd kn-o-w that.
Foxsprite: Quite a smartass, aren't you?
Mistuo: N-o-t a w-o-rdsmith f-o-r n-o-thing.
== Mistuo: Talk to an Imp
Honestly, that might be a little harder than you thought it'd be. Stepping outside, all forms of enemy or friend alike were… kind of hiding or not even coming near. Those four were probably the last ones for a while. Well, that puts a little hole in your plan. Looks like you have to go out and find some! The introvert is going on an adventure! You feel inclined to make a Hobbit 'I'm going on an adventure!' joke, but considering you have no way of knowing what that movie is as Hobbit's are not in any Alternian history or mythology, you refrain. You hurry back inside and tell Foxspite what you are doing and start back outside. You are really unsure as to where you are to go, so maybe talking to your friends that have been in longer is a good idea? You start walking in a random direction and turn on your Scarftop.
== Mistuo: Check in
introvertedWordsmith [IWS] has joined the chat
Jazz: -with the ladder.
Jazz: nine months later, a human is born!
Saylen: damn.
Saylen: but is the catt[e pr(o)d rea[[y necessary?
Jazz: as necessary as the honey.
Mistuo: What did I jvst walk int-o-?
Jazz: oh, hey Mister Misty!
Saylen: sup Mistu(o)
Saylen: jazzy's just teaching me ab(o)ut human breeding stuff
Mistuo: Gr-o-ss.
Jazz: not as gross as you guys with your fucking buckets or whatever!
Mistuo: D-o-vble gr-o-ss.
Mistuo: Als-o-, they're called pails.
Jazz: whatever.
Jazz: what you doing?
Mistuo: Trying t-o- find an Imp t-o- talk t-o- basically.
Saylen: why?
Mistuo: S-o- I kn-o-w what t-o- d-o-?
Mistuo: I'm s-o-rry I d-o-n't have a time cl-o-ne t-o- gvide me!
Saylen: hey, if it's any c(o)ns(o)[ati(o) my future se[f [eft [ike ten minutes ag(o)
Mistuo: It helps a little.
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Cavdit: Yo, dipshits.
Cavdit: A/\/yo/\/e o/\/?
Considering we've already been through this exchange, let's hop to where Mistuo left.
== Mistuo: Explore the top of the volcano
What, and just not even care about the red light descending that, apparently, is Saylen but from the future. Confusing. You wait and wave when the time copy of Saylen finally lands. You are taken back a little by her attire. Mostly her giant butterfly wings shining out of her back. She wore some pajama looking clothes with a red gear on it and a hood. The strangest part was that her eyepatch was missing and replaced with an eye that had the same red gear as her pupil. Inside the gear were little tick marks that almost looked like Roman numerals. They went from one to twelve in the style of a clock. Her eye also had a very, very faint red aura of smoke coming off of it. One thing you could tell was that she looked annoyed.
Mistuo: S-o-, I take y-o-v're the fvtvre Saylen?
Future!Saylen: y(o)u kn(o)w it
Future!Saylen: man, y(o)u d(o) n(o)t kn(o)w the pain it is t(o) f[y p[anet t(o) p[anet
Mistuo: Alright, why are y-o-v here exactly?
Future!Saylen: (o)h right
Future!Saylen: y(o)u are pr(o)gressing way faster than y(o)u sh(o)u[d be
Future!Saylen: that t(o)wer (o)ver there
She points to the giant blue spire in the center of the lava pool. It's on a little island with an extremely unsafe looking rope bridge connecting the two. Like, so freaking unsafe it makes your anxiety spike just looking at it. But you really don't see any problems with that.
Future!Saylen: is he[[a end game shit
Future!Saylen: [ike, s(o) much s(o) that we'd better [eave
Future!Saylen: n(o)w
Mistuo: What?
Mistuo: Why?
Mistuo: It's jvst a t-o-wer.
Mistuo: There isn't even a d-o-o-r, jvst a big staircase!
Mistuo: Am I g-o-ing t-o- die -o-r s-o-mething if I g-o- vp there?
Saylen noticeably grinds her fangs, that annoyed look getting worse. With the worsening glare, the smoke around her eye actually glows brighter and grows in size. You are unable to tell if this was bad or not, but you think it's bad. She takes a second before letting out a long breath, the aura fading.
Future!Saylen: (o)k, [(o)(o)k
Future!Saylen: of y(o)u g(o) up there, y(o)u can't [eave un[ess y(o)u die
Future!Saylen: and y(o)u are t(o)(o) weak t(o) c(o)ntr(o)[ Bard p(o)wers
Future!Saylen: and Skaia right n(o)w?
Future!Saylen: fuck that n(o)ise
Mistuo: Hvh…
Mistuo: Bvt, I mean…
Mistuo: W-o-vld dying be that bad?
Future!Saylen: i mean, i died f(o)ur times and i can say i'm n(o)t a fan
Mistuo: Bvt…
You look back to the tower and think. For some reason, something inside you was yelling to go to it. Well, more like forcibly pushing you as you were already walking towards it. You hear a sigh behind you and see a faint blue flash, probably from Saylen's TARDIS Modus. You once again hear a noise, almost like a ziiip from a fishing line.
Future!Saylen: fine, fine
Future!Saylen: but (o)ne thing bef(o)re [eave
Future!Saylen: i need y(o)u t(o) sett[e an argument f(o)r me
Mistuo: Vhh, alright…
Future!Saylen: which d(o) y(o)u think ks w(o)rse,
Future!Saylen: dying fr(o)m strangu[ati(o)n (o)r burning?
Mistuo: W-o-w, that's a weird qvesti-o-n.
Mistuo: Pr-o-bably strangvlati-o-n.
Future!Saylen: that's what i was h(o)ping f(o)r
Before you. could question what she said, you suddenly feel a very thin wire touch throat and pull back, completely cutting off your airflow! You struggle, only able to land one out of who knows how many elbows on your assailant. Wait, who the fuck even is your assailant?! It's only you and… you try hard to turn around, only to feel the line cut into the skin, leaking a familiar warm liquid down your neck. Blood. Of fuckimg course it's blood. Now you know you aren't walking away from this, but you'll be damned if you don't at least try to take this Saylen down with you.
You force yourself to look forward again before putting what little strength you have into slamming your head back. You feel a strong impact and hear a loud cracking sound, followed by the line loosening. Reach back and feel your head has a large wet part on it, only to find you hand was covered in plum blood. In your personal moment of triumph, you actually jerk forward, choking yourself with the line until it goes completely limp and you're free. At least, as free as someone with a bleeding windpipe could be. You try to gather yourself but both the blood and oxygen loss has made you almost completely unresponsive and blurred your vision. You equip yourself with your own fishing pole, only to feel it jerked away from you as you hold it. If it wasn't for your literal death grip it would be in Saylen's webby fingers. For almost a whole minute, you and the time traveler fight over the pole with you quickly losing as all of your strength leaves with your Moss colored blood.
Eventually, your grip fails just enough for the seadweller to snatch it away and kick you to the ground. The weight of the fall forces you to cough and spit up blood, making a small puddle under your face. You try to look up at Saylen and see her pulling out more and more line, wrapping it around her fists. With no idea why, you roll over and start crawling away, only to have the entire weight of Saylen slam directly on your spine almost as though she jumped full force onto you. You are a Troll that knows when to give up, so the only thing you can do is struggle at the line once it's against your blood soaked skin again. As the light finally slips from your eyes and your vision finally goes back, you could hear a very faint but very… evil filled laugh come from the seadweller on top of you. You blare your fangs and mouth out a curse before finally and very uncomfortably slipping into a final sleep.
== Mistuo: Wake up
You borderline jump out of your recuperacoon gasping in the largest breath of air you've ever taken. You look around panicked before realizing you were once again in your hive. Completely repaired and tidy, you are almost certain you simply overslept and were having a nightmare. That is until you notice everything is a very bright yellow and the sky is fully light up outside the window… that you've never had before. You climb out and walk over to the opening to look up. What you see completely blows you away. It was a giant blue planet, with clouds showing small scenes and such in them. In one particular cloud, you see the aftermath of the exact situation you were just in. Saylen put away her pole and started to… panic? She was acting as though she was panic about what just happened! What the hell is she planning at?