The next two weeks saw Bell staying pretty busy. Every few days there would be a meeting on one topic or another—he'll confess something to you, he often didn't pay attention (don't tell, Lili)—it felt not.. overwhelming, per se, but certainly unnecessary at times.
There were, however, commitments that each creator made when they signed on to the project, so he wouldn't lie and say he was entirely surprised. It was a give-and-take. The series was massive, one of the most viewed projects in gaming, the creators invited to join would likely see great channel growth in thanks. It wasn't too much to ask to have them give back.
And so, with those meetings and the frequent invitations he received from Kokonoe and Antianeira, there wasn't a lot of downtime to be had in Bell's life. He found he didn't really mind that either. It was nice to be busy. Tiring on occasion, sure, but nice.
It certainly beat out the nothing he'd been doing.
A question, however, lingered in his mind. Let's face it, he was horrible at Overwatch. Truly, offensively, horrible. It was hard to watch. Sometimes, it felt sort of like an out-of-body experience, like he was watching himself play over his own shoulder. (Except 'play' might be too generous a word, if only there were a word that'd show just how uncompetitive he was in that game.)
Long story short, he was bad. Really bad. And Neira and Koko were.. not. At best, they were playing every match with effectively one less teammate. And at worst?
So, he didn't quite get why they always invited him back. (Not that he was complaining, they both made for rather good company, as did the others they played with.)
But, that was then, and this is now.
And now, he's about fifteen minutes out from the next big step in his career, and he still couldn't bloody open the game. Everybody was already in the discord call—he could see all the names (and there were a lot of them) lighting up randomly as one spoke or another. Everyone, it would seem, but him.
He didn't really expect it to go unnoticed, but it still surprised him when two calls came through nearly at the same exact time. One from Welf; the other, Kokonoe.
A groan rose from his throat as he slumped back into his chair, throwing an arm over his eyes as he tilted his face to the ceiling fan. It didn't take all that long for either party to give up, the soft–(but–still–too–loud) chiming ebbing as both incoming calls were ended. Another minute passed and there was a soft chime indicating a new message. Bell ignored it too, instead choosing to drum his fingers idly on his desk.
Another minute, another call.
Annoyed, Bell quickly swiped his mouse over and accepted—words already on his tongue to get Welf to just back off and give him the time he needs to freak out, pull himself together, and then join the call on his own. He just needs the time. After everything he's lost, he still has that. He still has time.
And so, with half a mind and half a heart, he clicked on the green button. Within only a breath's time, a face appeared on his screen. It did not take long to realize it was not entirely the one he'd been expecting—longer though, it would seem, than it took for the person on the other side to come to the same conclusion.
Kokonoe let out a yelp before slamming both hands – one than the other – over her eyes. Bell blinked owlishly at the screen, not fully comprehending her reaction. It did not help that it was juxtaposed by the slight spreading of her fingers—so she could easily see through them despite the facade she presented—and her constant, yet incoherent babbling.
He watched his reflection go through the motions of asking if she was okay and what was wrong and why she was panicking before it clicked.
It was only then, in the light of the discovery that he's just revealed his face to a near-complete stranger (discounting the multiple streams they'd done again since first meeting), that a sudden calmness washed over him. He cocked his head—first to the right, then the left—and watched his white hair cascade over his shoulders and forehead with each motion. Pursing his lips and crinkling his eyes, he gathered it some if in one hand and tied it off with an elastic, leaving the rest to fall past his shoulders.
He stared at his own face for a few more moments; taking in his red eyes and the deep bags he maintained beneath them, before sighing. It hadn't been a good night, strife with worries over what would come in the morning (or now, he supposes). There weren't any nightmares—no ghosts of his grandfather or mother to haunt him—for he never actually fell asleep. He hoped she couldn't tell. He didn't want the second person to see his face (and connect it with the internet personality) to realize what a mess he was.
"You look tired."
So much for that.
Bell's eyes tracked away from themselves—which, yes, he did (but that doesn't mean it needs to be voiced aloud!)—and over to the familiar face. He'd been a fan of hers for years—mostly because he found her to be almost offensively attractive, same with most of her viewer base, but also because of just how sweet she was.
He really hoped this wasn't one of those 'never meet your heroes' moments; 'cause that would.. really-kinda suck.
But, her voice was not judgemental or disappointed as she spoke; nor was it pitying. Don't ask him how he knows, because he couldn't tell you. It could be its softness or its tenor; perhaps it was even the slight, small, and sad smile on her lips. It was hard to place the reason, but he knew it to be true.
And since he knew it, he saw no issue with it, he sighed and admitted, "I am tired, Kokonoe."
On his screen, the support streamer tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before shrugging. "My friends call me Haru. And we've still got ten minutes, would you like to talk about it?"
Argonaut uploaded: The start of many new adventures! FamiliaCraft SMP S2E1
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UraUraUra @need_a_hand
any1 else think Kokonoe and Argonaut are adorable together? precious, eh, Oto?
#Kokonaut #FamiliaMyth
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OtoOtoOto @NakamurasGardens
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in the future, please leave all romance-related discussions to me, babe. we all have our strengths
#shouldntyoubecuddlingyourbeautifulgirlfriend #nottweetinginbed
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Bell used his index finger to scratch his cheek as he stared up the quarter flight of stairs to the double doors. It was a nice exterior, he had to admit—carved walls with designs of fish and flowers, long planters full of biannuals, tall walls of white bordered in mahogany—but it was also completely not what he'd been expecting.
Dubious, the white-haired young man tugged his phone from his pocket. The messaging app was easy to return to, just a matter of pulling open his recently used and clicking on the most recent one. The 'Maps' app closed and his messages with Welf appeared and—yep. This was the place.
'Hostess of Fertility,' the sign out front read.
Certainly not where Bell expected his friend to take him out—certainly different from the blacksmith's usual watering hole—but perhaps it was just that good.
There was a hostess at the door, a cat girl with dark hair and a green dress, who glanced up from her phone as he entered, smiling congenially.
"Welcome," she called as Bell approached, "will there be anybody joining you? I can seat you right away at the bar if you'd like. To wait or to eat."
"Oh, um, actually, I think they might already be here. A guy?" At her pointedly blank look, he figured it would probably be best to be more specific. "Tall? Red-hair? Likes ale?"
With nothing more than a begrudging 'nyaa' she began walking off in one direction. Bell, not knowing what else to do, followed her. It was the right thing to do too, as he quickly found himself seated before his old friend with menu in hand.
"So," he rolled off his tongue once it became clear that the other man was not going to notice his arrival, "care to explain what this is all about?"
Welf glanced up from the amber within his mug and lazed out an 'oh, hey' as if Bell's presence both was a surprise and wasn't. "What're you doing here?"
Bell frowned. "You texted me." To prove that fact, he took his phone out and showed the message to its sender—only an address—assuming he was too drunk to remember, but the redhead only frowned.
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you—I mean how could you not have? I literally just showed you it."
Welf shrugged and raised the mug to take another drink; pausing before it met his lips he said, "I'un-know. Was'n me."
"Right," was all Bell could manage to say without rolling his eyes. The next few minutes passed in awkward silence as the older of the pair nursed his ale and the younger pretended to parse through his options. Eventually, he honestly just grew tired of waiting. "Why're you drinking, Welf?"
In lieu of an answer, the redhead offered a mug and a toast.
"To my dying love life."
Bell was pretty sure something needed to live first in order to die, but he was never one to leave somebody hanging. He raised his cup, but couldn't keep make the cheer sound any less a question as he echoed, "To your dying love life?"
Welf, in the truest fashion of somebody who's long since forgotten what it feels like to burn, downed what remained of his pint in an instant. Bell, in contrast, took a few sips before placing it down and sliding it aside. "Any particular reason why tonight is the night you've chosen to mourn it?"
He gave a miserable shrug. "Got stood up."
"Shit," Bell sighed and ran a palm down the side of his face to the back of his neck where he massaged the muscles, "What happened?"
"Bah. Do'n worry t'much bout it, Bell," he waved a hand carelessly through the air, the pitcher of ale to his right saved only by Bell's quick hand, "Happens t'everybody. Does'n matter."
"Doesn't matter to everybody? Or doesn't matter to you?"
The redhead didn't answer, far too focused on stealing the ale back from Bell's grasp. He let him, but only because this all would be much easier once Welf passed out. He got squirmy when drunk and he knew from experience that the trip home would be far easier if the man he was carrying was not squirming.
"Well," he said whilst chuckling at his friend's poor attempt to refill his mug (but mostly at the look of utter concentration on his face, then utter dismay as Bell helped him along), "I hardly think anybody willing to stand their date up is somebody you want to be with, right? So, really, it's her loss."
A waitress came over before he could say anything more, asking him what he'd like to order. He shifted in his seat when she lingered longer than necessary, capping his choice off with a (hopefully) polite, "That will be all."
She did leave then, but not without a slightly put-out expression and two (he'd counted) glances back in his direction.
"How do you do that?"
Bell blinked, turning back to his friend, and frowned. "Do what?"
"Get that kind of attention from women! I want that!"
He couldn't help it; he scoffed. "No, you don't."
"I do!"
There was nothing to stop him from rolling his eyes that time, so he did. "No, Welf. Really, you don't. It's my eyes and hair, that's all it is. I'm unique, that's why they stare." He shook his head slowly and brought a lock of white hair up and before his face, twisting it between his fingers. "It's like I'm an exhibit at a museum or zoo. Something to go and see."
Welf, taking a lesson from his companion, rolled his eyes right on back. "Oh, riiigh. Because y'were'n trendin' jus' yes'erday when everybody decided you and the ever-beautiful Kokonoe were jus' destined t'be."
Bell, to hide his rosy cheeks, raised his cup back to his lips and took a long swig. It doubled as a method of saving himself from any further embarrassing revelations as well, the ale working to warm him from root to stem. "Fans will always say what they will. You know discounting those rumors would do nothing." Not that he particularly wanted to. The fantasy of the two of them was one of his favorites, beating out every epic and tall tale he'd heard as a child. Welf was right, Kokonoe was very beautiful.
It didn't seem like his corrections were going to be either heard or answered, however, as the other man just kept on going as if nothing was said. "I mean coconut? Really? Really! Y'even gotta ship name! Coconut!"
'Kokonaut,' his mind instantly corrected. Bell was simply glad he was too busy downing the rest of his mug to voice that pesky thought. (He was slightly less glad he was slowly getting inebriated enough that he might just do so anyways.)
"And y'can't even use the 'unique physique' or whatever excuse, 'cause she's never even seen yer face."
Bell sputtered out a cough before quickly making a grab for the pitcher. Welf ignored him, continuing his rant for some time before Bell put an end to it. Worried that the other patrons would soon grow annoyed at the man's rising voice.
"Whatever happened to that other content creator you liked?" he cut in, desperate for a change in topic. Welf was edging too close to the truth for his liking. "That other smithing streamer? The one who does the crazy metal art? Has an eyepatch or something?"
"Cyclops," Welf amended, which Bell probably should've remembered, all things considered.
Still, the pink-eyed man snapped his fingers and bobbed his head. "Yeah, her. I thought you did a whole collaboration with her and meshed really well with one another. Why didn't you go after it, didn't you really like her?"
He watched as the man's shoulders raised up then fell as he heaved a large sigh. "Do."
"What?"
"I do real-ly like her," he breathed before propping his cheek upon his fist and dragging a finger around the rim of his mug. "A lot. Actually. But she's jus'so," he abandons his mug to gesture uselessly with his hand, "and I'm so.. " Another sigh. "Besides, are'n relationships with other creators usually messy? Wha'do-we'do if we brek'uhp?"
"Do you think you're going to break up?"
Welf tried to reason, saying, "No, b'nobody plans t– "
But, Bell had heard enough and cut his friend off. "Uh-bup, bup, bup! You said 'no,' that's all that matters."
Welf blinked once, his eyes slowly sliding close before reopening and shifting down to where Bell's index finger was pressed into his lips. He stared at it for several moments and then at Bell for several more. Then, just as he was about to pull it away, the bastard stuck his tongue out and licked it.
"Dude!" Bell gasped, "Gross."
The redhead merely shrugged and excused his behavior with a simple (and ineffective), "'M drunk."
"You do not get to use that as an excuse!"
"I already did!"
They held one another's gaze, eyes narrowed, for a count of five before both broke into a fit of laughter and easy smiles.
"Come on, dickwad, let's get you home."
"What? No way! The night's still young!"
"The night might be, but we are not, and I don't want you to be violently ill tomorrow, so.. " He made a shooing motion toward the edge of the booth, his smile still in place as Welf grumbled but slid out. When the taller gentleman stumbled, he was there to catch him, throwing an arm over his own shoulder and steadying them both as they made their way out.
He tossed potentially far too much money on the table as he left, but he couldn't be bothered to count coppers today.
They were nearing the center of the city when Welf finally spoke again. "Hey, I, uhm, caught'cher video earlier."
"Mhmm," came Bell's non-committal reply as he navigated through the throngs of people enjoying Orario's nightlife. A band had taken up residence in the amphitheatron beside some trees, and citizens from all walks of life—elves, dwarves, and beast people alike—danced around the square. Hawkers and merchants were calling out too, shouting about deals and sales; most went ignored, save for the few bartering for street foods and ales.
"It was.. nice. I liked the farm y'built for him."
"Hm? Oh, yeah. That was Haru's idea. She thought it would make things easier, with him being gone and all." The smile that slipped onto his lips came unbidden and easy, so much so, that he barely noticed it or the words he confessed.
Welf, as luck wouldn't have it, did not. Too drunk to walk unaided, not too drunk to tease his young friend. Go figure. "Haru? Who's Haru?"
"Ah—uhm." Shit. Bell swallowed, quickly considering dropping his friend and making a break for it, but dismissed the idea in its entirety. In the end, he could only fess up; and so, he sighed. "She's.. er.. Kokonoe?"
Welf, in all his inebriated brilliance, muttered out an awed 'Sanjouno Haruhime' with possibly twice as many syllables as necessary (of which, only an eighth Bell counted to be correct). "So.. y'two really are, eh?"
"No," Bell answered, because they weren't, and even if he didn't correct every tweet that was twote, he had to correct his friend. It would be a lie to say Welf's immediate acceptance didn't go to his head a little bit, though. Like maybe they were that perfect. "We aren't. I don't think I'm really in a place where I'm looking for anything like that, anyway." Not looking. That was true. He just.. wasn't exactly fully opposed to being.. sought after. It simply meant that if destiny came ah-knockin' (and just so happened to look like an obscenely beautiful renard woman), he might not hesitate to invite them in for supper. (As any good and kind host should do.)
It's not his fault he has a thing for blondes. It was a genetic condition!
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Argonaut uploaded: We start our own familia? FamiliaCraft SMP S2E3
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Shinyshine 18 minutes ago
I swear to all the gods, the vibes have never been better! Every other group on the server are busy min-maxing their diamond and netherite output and doing their mind-numbing villager duties; meanwhile, our group of idiots: how many boats can we stack on top of one another? If we ride them off the top of a nerd pole, can we make it even higher? We're going to lose, but we'll do it in s~t~y~l~e
I love you all くЗ
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Good Mording 37 minutes ago
first.
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Bete is Best 10 minutes ago
hurry up! the story can't start until everybody has built their mega bases! you're going to hold every back, you dipwads!
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Yzertqhbog 1 minute ago
who was the shulker full of diamond tools from at 14:11?...also when did they kill the dragon? did I miss it? its only the third episode!
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Haruhime combed her fingers through her hair and leaned back in her chair, humming along softly to the song playing through her earphones.
On her screen, her character came to a stop and placed one foot on the ground—balancing atop their stationary bike—as she took her hands away from the keyboard. She was on her way back into town—to the Pokemon center—but she really would prefer to draw this whole affair out.
The longer her trip back took, in her mind, the better.
She glanced once over at the monitor that displayed her chat. Most of them were discussing things she could never hope to understand without more context, but the few she could respond to were mostly ones she would prefer to ignore. Like, okay, she got that she had a certain.. appeal. She understood that. But could they not focus on something other than her appearance?
Whatever. That was the job. (Even if it was a part she hated.)
"Kare o kaihou suru hitsuyou ga aru no ka?" Haruhime complained instead, pouting toward her camera as she hesitantly reached back toward her controller. "Totemo kawaii kedo!"
She waited, not long enough to be annoying, but just so that it was awkward for her. Still, without fail, messages came pouring in through the chat.
The messages she read varied in length and structure, but they all meant and said really the same thing. Hai. Tashikani. Shinakereba naranai. Yes, they said, absolutely, they specified, you have to.
But she didn't want to.
The streamer sighed and prepared herself for (perhaps) the hardest thing she ever had to do in her entire streaming career.
But—much like an armor-clad prince dashing through the battlefield astride his steed and sweeping the princess away from the dragon's claws—a new message appeared. It did not say much, in fact, it said very little. Just a simple ':TakeNRG:' adrift in a sea of 'Hai!'
It was all she needed.
"Argo-dono," she cheered and smiled into her camera, leaning closer, before suddenly frowning, "what are you doing up so late? Isn't it like.. " There was a slight pause as she went cross-eyed, trying to do the mental math to figure out the answer. It never came to her, but she continued on wholly unbothered. (Respect.) "Isn't it like stupid o'clock? You should totally be in bed!"
Her game went entirely forgotten as she focused her full attention on her chat, responding off-hand to several messages as she waited for Bell to respond.
"Hai," she answered the most common question, "kare wa koko ni imasu." Yes, he is here.
Then: "Iie!" She shook her head back and forth rapidly, blushing madly. "S- Sonna wake ja nai! Iie! Iie! Sonna wake ja nai!" (That one needed no explanation, right?)
"Ima 'Nuzlocke' o shiteiru, kosmo," she answered, before realizing the original message had actually been written in Koine. "Sorry, I mean that I am playing 'Nuzlocke' at the moment, kosmo." Anticipating the follow-up question, she continued. "It's like a ruleset for Pokemon to make it more difficult."
Another highlighted message appeared in the chat panel, and Haruhime used it as the perfect excuse to ignore all of the messages begging her to 'speak hentai again' or complaining about her accent because 'how hard can it be to pronounce an L? you just say it.'
"You just got back from a run? You do realize that doesn't explain why you're still up, right? Like, at all. I think it makes it worse, honestly." Who goes running in the dead of night, anyway? Psychopaths, that's who.
Bell's response came through much quicker this time. A simple and succinct 'its cooler at night.'
"I.. guess?" It wasn't necessarily wrong, but.. like, wasn't it? "Aren't you tired, though?"
They conversed for a little while longer, simply using the chat feature to catch up. They hadn't spoken since the day before—during a video set to go out soon—so it was nice to have this chance.
Before long, the activity in the rest of the chat become too much to ignore, and Haruhime sighed.
"Okay, Argo-dono, they aren't going to leave us alone, so I have to ask.. " She paused, mostly to be dramatic, partly because she was worried about his answer, ".. would you like to do the whole.. Q n' A segment thing?" She waited on several baited breaths for the message (that was taking far too long to come), before continuing. "You totally don't have to! Don't feel like you have, like, at all. It's okay if you don't want to. Totally okay. But, like, it could, like, totes be fun too and– "
The pinging of an incoming call cut her ramblings off before they could get any worse (as if they could), and Haruhime sighed as she opened discord and clicked accept.
Bell was still laughing as the call connected. The jerk.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
More laughter.
"I hate you, I hope you know that."
Seeing as he wasn't going to settle down any time, the Far Eastern streamer busied herself with addressing her viewers. First, came the segment-specific into and overlay. (She ran a real tight ship. Only the highest of production values.) Then, the explanation; one she'd said so often and so completely that the words fell from her lips mindlessly as she shut her switch down. For Bell's sake, she said each practiced line first in english, before returning to her native tongue for her audience.
"Welcome, everyone! Minna-san, yokoso! As I am certain your beautiful minds have already pieced together, we're going to be doing our take on a cult classic. Sashikomu sube no gozaimasu ga, anata-tachi no utsukushii kokoro de, wareware wa kyotto na kurasutokku no teiki ni torikondeimasu. It involves questions and, that's right, you guessed it, it involves answers! Mondai ga arimasu, sou, tashika ni, kotae ga arimasu!"
As she danced in her seat and spoke, words danced across her stream in near-perfect sync with her lilting voice. "As always, you all will soon be placed in a bit of a time-out. I know! I know! Wakatteimasu! Wakatteimasu!" She pouted and twisted her fists at the corners of her eyes, miming a crying face. "You don't deserve this, anata-tachi wa kono koto o shouganai desu, you've done nothing wrong, anata-tachi wa nanimo machigatteinai, and it's true. Yet it will happen all the same. Sorry, lovelies."
In the background, Bell continued to chuckle, though it grew softer and warmer as she spoke.
"You all get one message every minute! Do you think you can make it work? For me?" Coquettishly, she bat her lashes, just as Aisha taught her, and the chat went wild. Then, just so they knew she was simply kind, rather than demure, she rolled her eyes. "We won't be able to get to all of your questions and our beloved guest reserves the right to refuse any questions they might wish."
As the intro ended and her face cam reappeared on screen, she smiled congenially to the camera. "Obviously, our guest today won't be joining us on camera, but that's okay. It just means you'll all get more of me! Aren't you lucky?" Squinting one eye in a prolonged wink, she stuck her tongue out to her adoring audience and waited for her mods to get everything else in place. "I think we've prolonged this all quite long enough, don't you?"
There was a rapid uptick in chatter by her, well, chatters and she smiled.
"Let's bring him on, then, yeah? He's appeared on my stream quite a few times recently. He's a crop-planting machine who loves to farm in Minecraft and get farmed in Overwatch," there was a quick, muffled 'hey!' from the other end that went ignored, "you know him, you love him. My good friend, Argonaut!"
Haruhime clapped one hand on her desk and let out small, breathy cheers through the other.
"Argo-dono, are you ready?"
"Hm?"
"I asked if you were ready."
"Oh! Um, right, yes! I am– um, yes, I am.. ready." There was a several-second pause as Haruhime waited for him to say something more, just as a little payback for her own ramblings. He did not disappoint. "I am, er, ready. Now. I'm ready now."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Yes?"
"Certain?"
"You're making me doubt myself.. "
"I just wanted to be sure if you were sure because I wasn't sure if it really sounded like you were sure you were sure."
"I.. what?"
Haruhime clapped her hands together and smiled. "First question! This one coming from a certain.. er.. DarkLordNoPants. Such a.. lovely name?" She guesses? "Mister or Missus No Pants would like to know what game you've logged the most hours in and, if it's Minecraft, what's the second most."
Bell snorted slightly but acquiesced. "Actually, it's not Minecraft, funnily enough. Have any of you heard of a game called 'Dungeon Oratoria?' It's an old one, think I nabbed it from gramps' collection, but it holds up pretty well."
The chat flooded with a variety of messages. Most, it would seem, had not heard of it. Understandable, considering the way Bell described made it sound like the game was practically a relic. There were a few—a small, select few—who claimed they'd heard the name or even played it. It was impossible to tell how close to the truth those reports were, but Haruhime was sure there had to be some knowers in the chat.
"I loved that game. Played it over and over and over again. I don't think there is a single part of it I have yet to experience, most of it I've done several times over."
Haruhime muted herself in discord as he started speaking, quietly translating every word he said for her viewers. She knew it was likely that most of them spoke Koine – they didn't call it the 'common tongue' for nothing – but she liked doing these streams for her own locale from time to time, rather than the more lucrative Orarian time zone. She didn't want to exclude some of her neighbors simply because they couldn't understand what her guest was saying.
Bell quickly explained the premise of the game and its story before patiently waiting for his next question. It took a little longer, by nature of how long it took for Haruhime to finish speaking, but then they were off to the races.
Here were a few of the highlights, for your viewing pleasure.
'Where are you from?' A small, no-name village at the base of the Alv mountains, about an hour from the nearest interstate.
'Favorite food?' Jagamarukun. Guilty pleasure.
'What languages do you speak?' Koine and signs, only, unfortunately. A deficit of growing up in said no-name village. He wished he was more worldly, picking up something cool like Elvish or Telskyurish, but he wasn't.
'Why does it sound like you're out of breath?' He just got back from a run.
'Wasn't that a while ago?' Not long enough, apparently.
'Does that mean you're, like, really out of shape?' He doesn't know, okay; it's been a while since he ran regularly, okay? Maybe that was it. Can he just get some, like, different questions, maybe-please? (Haruhime laughed until more messages came through and she could fulfill his request.)
'What do you look like?' Well, thats– you, he, I, we– there's not– hurk–!
Bell let out a breathy laugh through his nose. "Isn't that the golden question?" Haruhime couldn't see him, but she was confident he was rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. It was a nervous tick of his – one she'd noticed after only one or two video calls. "Sorry to disappoint you all, but I'm just your average guy. If you passed me on the street, I'm sure you wouldn't have even noticed me," he smoothly lied.
"Wah– " It would have been a believable one too if she hadn't immediately opened her own dumb, stupid mouth and ruined it for him. Obviously, she couldn't just leave it like that. She didn't want anybody to think he was anything but regular. He valued his privacy! She wouldn't be the one to jeopardize that! So, she continued on: "That's not true!" and immediately made everything so. much. worse.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. What does she do, what does she do, what does she do? (What did she do?)
She needed to fix this and quick.
"Sure," she began, "you look.. uhmm.. normal," good enough, "but people would totes notice you; you're actually, like, really cute!" Perfect! A non-lie that would help cover the truth. A horrible truth that Haruhime – a chronically poor liar – was privy too.
Argonaut was devastatingly attractive.
If you were into guys, that is. If you weren't into guys, then you could probably still appreciate it too, but she doubted it would do a whole lot for you.
Moral of the story: she could appreciate it.
"Uhh.. " Bell's voice cut into her thoughts (when she went back and watched the recording later, she was horrified to witness the full minute-twenty pause that followed her statement, it was just so awkward!) and allowed itself a meek "thanks?" before falling quiet once more.
"Next question!"
She watched as more messages came flooding through – not even the one minute per message limit being enough to slow things down – and quickly began leafing through her options.
Oh dear.
She appears to have made some mistakes.
"No, no, no, no, oh my gods, no, no.. no no no! You guys! Iie, iie, iie! Sonna wake ja nai! Pick better questions!" She tried to reel her viewers in, all in vain, before deciding to just fake a question.
And they went on like that. She was certain her viewers caught on to the fact that she was not even reading chat any longer, but she never once looked back to check. The call devolved into a simple back-and-forth, where they threw questions at one another and laughed together at the answers. It was easy. Light. And the smile didn't drop from her face for even a moment. Bell, she found, was simply one of those people you meet in life where things just—click.
Even after her stream has ended and her camera is shut off, they continue speaking. Until a time comes where even she needs to get to bed, much less Bell, who must have missed half the night for their meaningless chatter.
Argonaut ✔ @ArgonautMC
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Bell Cranel is with Welf Crozzo at Melen
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The beach isn't so bad at night!
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I told you.
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I hope you still remembered your SPF! Moonburn is no joke!
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All the clues toward the elusive Argonaut's identity that have been dropped over the years: bit.।y/3YWqdB3
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Argonaut ✔ @ArgonautMC
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My (31F) husband (36M) believes he is the reincarnation of 'Braver'
Essentially the title.
For context, we met six years ago at a job function. We hit it off, but nothing really became of it for a while. He was visiting from Rakia, I was set to transfer to our new branch on the other side of the continent. It was three years ago or so that we finally got together, after a bit of a whirlwind romance, we've been happily married for the last two.
Last night, we went stargazing. We haven't had much time away from work or the kids recently, so it was nice to just be together. Naturally, when confronted with the vastness of the world, we started talking about our view of things. About an hour in, things had quieted down, and that was when he admitted that he was actually the reincarnated soul of the hero 'Braver.'
He's never brought this up before or alluded to his suspicions in the past; now, he's asking for me and the kids to call him by Finn rather than his given name and I just don't know what to do. I agreed to, obviously, because I love him and want to support him, but…
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You could try explaining to him that, even if his past life was Braver, that does not necessitate him using the same name now. As far as confessions go on this sub, this one seems fairly benign. I guess, just be patient with him?
Edit: Okay, I have to know, what reason did he give to have suspicions that he was a supposed hero in his last life? Does he look like Braver was described in the books? We don't even know if any of that was real!
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u/throwRA_56871 ・ 3 hours ago
I don't know if he looks as the stories describe, but I would assume not. He's not a pallum, he's just kinda short. According to his research, there is nothing suggesting reincarnations must occur within the same race.
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Bell smiled toward his computer monitor as the recording began. It wouldn't be seen, but he knew it would come through his voice, so he did it all the same.
On-screen – the footage his viewers would eventually watch online – was a list of Minecraft servers. Some of them were public ones everybody could access, names like Hypixel and Pixelmon, while others were not; FamiliaCraft chief among them.
"So," Bell began, his mouse making small circles over the menu screen as he spoke, "we're going to start things off a little different today, as I'm sure y'all can tell. We, or.. well, me, more like, received a message last night telling me to make sure I'm recording when I log into the server."
He paused for a moment, using the quick reprieve to switch from mindless circles to mindless scrolling – up then down then up again – before he ultimately began anew. "I'm not going to tell you who though, I want to see if you guys can guess. Of course, for all I know, it might be super obvious who did it, whatever 'it' is, but I figured this would be fun. So, if you have a guess, leave a comment, yeah?"
He was glad he didn't use a facecam then because the smirk that graced his lips in anticipation for what's to come was downright devious.
Argonaut uploaded: The prank to end all pranks! FamiliaCraft SMP S2E13
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Mnemosyne @can_mnemy1_hear_me
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Fina @fina_is_baby
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why sad, fren?
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in argo's newest vid you can see he renamed his old world to 'miss you'
Bell heard the lock clicking before anything else, which was weird, because Welf was usually so lead-footed, but whatever. His neck cranked to the side so he could look at the door as it swung open, waving lazily to his friend as he entered.
"Yo."
Welf grunted and kicked the door shut behind him, his nose tucked into the mail as he made his way to the kitchen. Once there, he tossed it all onto the counter and opened the fridge, grabbing a string cheese.
"What're you doing here?"
Bell shrugged, the action surely appearing slightly comical with how he was oriented on the couch – with his back to the seat, his head dangling off the front, and his legs kicked over the backrest.
"Got bored, figured we could be bored together."
Welf's eyes flicked up and over to his friend's face, observing it for a moment in all its inverted glory, before nodding twice. A few moments later, he was smacking Bell's feet off the back of the couch and throwing himself over it. He landed with an oomph! that sent the younger man tumbling to the floor.
"A warning," Bell groaned, "would be appreciated, next time."
"If there's a next time you drape yourself across my furniture like that, I'm changing the locks. Take your shoes off, who raised you anyway?"
If Bell saw the redhead's wince as he stood up and settled back into the chair, he made no mention of it. Instead answering with, "Some gargoyles tucked away in the Alv mountains, actually."
"Uh-huh."
"No, really! There was a wild pack of 'em, I spent a week in their company after I ran away from home. They taught me all kinds of things—how to hunt, read, even how to speak with rocks!"
"Sure thing, bud. And what do rocks sound like?"
"Rocky."
"That's great."
They both made it several seconds longer before they broke and glanced at the other through the corner of their eyes. Each bore an equally amused smile, ones that only widened as they simultaneously snorted and ribbed one another.
"Are we playing or what?"
"Yeah, yeah," Bell agreed, reorienting himself on the couch and grabbing his blue-and-red controller from the coffee table, "everythings already set up, just give it a moment."
Argonaut ✔ @ArgonautMC
don't tell him I was the one to tell you this, but @IgnusSmithing is a Wii Fit Trainer main (and not one of the good ones)
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Cyclops ✔ @Cyclops_
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hm.
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Eleven Missed Calls: Welf (11)
