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[nightwash]

[ So it seems Ronan Lynch has skipped straight through his twenties and thirties, landing somewhere around the age his father was when his skull got crushed by an assassin's tire iron. Anyone who knew him will appreciate that Ronan is an unsettlingly identical copy of Niall Lynch. Anyone who did not can simply admire the several inches of luxurious dark curls Ronan has gained to replace his former mohawk. It's really giving his whole supervillain aesthetic a sophisticated edge, especially since he's broadcasting from the gloom of his bedroom. ]

Okay, I wanna see everyone else's fuckery. Show it off. I've seen monkeys and mini versions so far, but did anyone get anything majestically freakish? We need to record this for the 'gram, in case the planets un-align or whatever and this is over in a couple hours.

Sidebar: Is anyone else's magic acting weird?

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[deadthing]

[Noah doesn't look markedly different. But when he opens his mouth to say something, a shimmering cluster of pastel-colored bubbles exits his mouth instead. He claps a hand over it and his eyes dart sideways, startled, tracking the bubbles as they slowly float out of frame.]

[nightwash]

Did your voice turn into bubbles? What in the Little Mermaid fuck.

[deadthing]

[He does a sort of nod/shrug combo move, afraid to open his mouth again. Carefully, he lowers his hand so he can type instead.]

tasted soapy too

[nightwash]

That shit is uncalled for. That doesn't even make sense on a washing-your-mouth-out-with-soap level. I deserve that curse ten times more than you.

video!

[vociferates]

Wow, you've really got a mood set up for yourself huh, dude? [He tips his head up slightly to indicate the, uh, aesthetic in the background.]

Might wanna be careful inviting a bunch of scared kids to come fill up your virtual inbox, you know?

Unfortunately an't help with that last bit. Magic's not my gig, that's a whole new bag of tricks I'm definitely not used to. I take it yours is acting up if you're asking that kind of probing question.

[nightwash]

[ Ronan shruuuugs. Yes, he certainly has An Aesthetic. ]

I don't mind scared kids. And I wouldn't say it's acting up. More like acting down? Behaving?

[vociferates]

[Spooky wizard goth?]

I'll be surprised if you don't get one or two your way, man.

Behaving's good though yeah? Doesn't really seem like there's any kind of reason behind all this, if I'm honest.

[nightwash]

[ Whether or not behaving is good really depends on whether you trust Ronan Lynch to be a responsibly overpowered spooky wizard goth. Does anyone? He will not be inviting speculation. ]

I guarantee the reason is stupid, whatever it is.

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[dauntless_son]

Jesus Christ what happened to you?

[As if that isn't perfectly obvious. Ronan has always been a carbon copy of Niall but now--Declan feels wildly uneasy seeing his father and hearing his brother.

It doesn't help that he is currently surrounded by gently fluttering butterflies and wafting flower petals. He has no idea where they came from and he can't make them go away.]

[nightwash]

I know. It's fucked up, right?

[ Hold on. He's leaning in to examine the screen. ]

...Did you turn into Mom?

[dauntless_son]

Very, very fucked up.

[Therapy is starting to sound like a better and better idea, but that would require opening up to someone.

Declan rubs his forehead when he realizes Ronan is talking about his current... atmosphere.]

Apparently. They just kind of appeared after I left work and they've been here ever since. What did you mean your magic is acting weird?

[nightwash]

Don't worry about it.

action;

[photophobic]

[Predictably, sssomeone is done with sharing Ronan's attention already. And as turnabout is fair play, said someone is currently easing into bed, arranging himself between Ronan's back and the headboard... because if Ronan's going to just sit there with his hair like that, Kylo's going to play with it.]

Well?

[nightwash]

[ Ronan leans back into that touch and tilts his chin up, perfectly content to be handled. Kylo had better enjoy that hair while he has it. The urge to shave it all off will eventually win. ]

Oh, who the fuck knows.

[photophobic]

Or cares?

[It's a low, amused rumble. His fingers card indulgently through Ronan's hair— though whose indulgence this is exactly remains unclear. He leans in to murmur in Ronan's ear:]

I have a theory.

[nightwash]

[ Ronan purrs, simply pleased to feel Kylo's breath against his skin. ]

What's your theory?

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[clawz]

[kavinsky's head swerves into view, initially indistinct. the fact he's on video is by itself a somewhat extraordinary event; he has that drug dealer chronic avoidance of leaving clear self-identifiers on the internet.

but as his face blurs out of view, the more bizarre thing is definitely: the fuzzy black triangular ear poking out of his head.]

I'm a fucking mutant.

[nightwash]

...Holy shit. You're a furry?

[clawz]

What the fuck is a furry, old man?

[someone has spent his life hanging out in the wrong parts of the internet. or the right ones.

camera zoom in his face.]

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[drivesadesk]

How's this?

[He slowly moves the camera to show off his new form, starting with his extremely reptilian head, slowly going down his body to show off his now clawed hands, then his long, scaly tail and finally his extremely lizard-like feet.]

I mean, it's not majestically freakish, but it's definitely new.

[nightwash]

[ Ronan looks absolutely delighted. ]

A whole fucking lizard. Are the claws a pain in the ass?

[drivesadesk]

Yeah, it's really hard to type with them. And I have to be really careful when I wipe my ass, but I've been making things work.

[mofi]

[ The screen is angled towards the large window in the back of his room. Sun resting on the horizon - a forest of magical trees.

Murphy is offscreen, but not far away. ] Hi, old man. [ He does sound off though, a little throaty, croaky. ]

[nightwash]

Don't tell me you're invisible.

[mofi]

I wish I was. [ It sounds like he's struggling to talk, to make out the words.

A few moments pass of just silence on Murphy's end; he's psyching himself up.

And then.

And then he turns the camera to him. Where his mouth used to be, it was replaced by a raven-like hooked beak. Inky black feathers run down his throat. ]