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maskormenace2018-03-14 08:39 pm
burlyboy) wrote in maskormenace2018-03-14 08:39 pm
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Right, so. Thought experiment. Bear with me here.
Let's say you got a chance to go back and change whatever that dumb shit you did was - you know, the point where everything went wrong, or you wish you would've done something differently. Only if you change that, that means erasing everything that ever happened after too, good or bad. Everything you're proud of, and all the friends you made.
Would you do it?
[ Hm. This sounds super specific and super suspicious! HE'S JUST GONNA... COUCH IT A LITTLE. ]
I met a really weird witch, fellas.
[ #nailedit. Which is to say: hello, everyone, one Magnus Burnsides is back in town and, ostensibly, acting as though he never left! ]
Let's say you got a chance to go back and change whatever that dumb shit you did was - you know, the point where everything went wrong, or you wish you would've done something differently. Only if you change that, that means erasing everything that ever happened after too, good or bad. Everything you're proud of, and all the friends you made.
Would you do it?
[ Hm. This sounds super specific and super suspicious! HE'S JUST GONNA... COUCH IT A LITTLE. ]
I met a really weird witch, fellas.
[ #nailedit. Which is to say: hello, everyone, one Magnus Burnsides is back in town and, ostensibly, acting as though he never left! ]
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[he can't help but laugh, given the exchange.]
Alright. Fuck it up. I'm trying red wine next if this one doesn't kill me.
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[ Magnus drops an oyster into each glass of tequila. It goes plop. It looks revolting, like a giant snorted into a clear glass for their digestion, ostensibly for entertainment or because he's just got some really weird kinks. It's not a good scene.
He grimaces. ]
Our funeral. Deffos are funeral. [ Well, he can't back down now, even though he's pre-emptively regretting everything he's ever done in his entire life that led him down this path. ] Bottoms-up!
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...see, his tastebuds are shot. he doesn't taste things the way humans do as a cybertronian and even as a human, he doesn't know how to properly process bad tastes, good tastes, spicy, ect.
he blinks again.]
S'alright. I guess. Doesn't really taste of anything.
[maybe it does to magnus.]
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He swallows it whole. There's a distinct burn of liquor in his chest and the taste of fish lingering on his tongue and it feels like there's an oyster stuck in his chest and oh no, this was a bad idea. He bursts into sputtering, hacking coughs. ] Oh, no. Oh man, buddy, that was real bad, oh no. I have a whole oyster stuck in my chest.
[ He stares tragically at Riptide. ]
I might die.
[ He might. He's probably died in dumber ways in his past lives. ]
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[oh no. he burps a little, getting the actual taste back up in his mouth. oh no.]
--Die. We're gonna die. Why did we do this?!
[he drops his forehead onto the bar with a loud groan.]
Why did you let me do this??
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[ Magnus scrambles to his feet. This is bad. Everything about this is bad. This was a terrible decision. ]
C'mon, pal, I got a date with the washroom and it's not the fun kind - and I think you might be joining in on this one.
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[he yells helplessly into his hands, getting up to follow magnus. the bartender just shakes his head, like he didn't see this coming 100 miles away the moment they walked in.]
I can't stand. Can you carry me? I think I'm dying.
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[ Don't take him up on that invitation, Riptide. It won't go well. He prides himself on being able to haul just about anyone around but there's an exception for when he's undergoing significant amounts of gastrointestinal distress. ]