call me out v. 12.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

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akushu pet play (^・ω・^ )

[clothes]

[ shuji may be the one who looks breathtakingly gorgeous right now, but akutagawa definitely can't hide how pleased with himself he is. the gifts he picked out were perfect; a luxury collar and lead made by a world-famous designer, a pair of leather straps studded with rosettes and real swarovskis. the leash attached to it is also glamorous and very expensive. ]

I have quite a pretty kitten, don't I? I hope you enjoy the gifts as well.

[ akutagawa says this while looking down at shuji, who is on the floor at akutagawa's feet like a good pet should be. he gives the the other man's collar a light tug towards him, urging to come towards him. ]

Are you going to be good for me, kitten?

[thesettingsun]

[The collar and leash are ridiculously expensive, Shuji knows without seeing the price tag. But they're beautiful, and most importantly they're gifts from Akutagawa for him.

Shuji follows the tug without protest, crawling to him on hands and knees. He presses his face against Akutagawa's legs, a happy kitten nuzzling at his owner.]

Of course, Master. Thank you very much.

body horror + h/c for howard

[thesettingsun]

[This is fine.

Well, no, it's not fine that monsters attacked him and Howard in the middle of their lunch, but Shuji's gotten used to being at risk. He sighs and transforms his scythe and gets to work.

Maybe he's gotten a little complacent. He's able to take out two of the things with only minimal damage - sure, he's bleeding ink, but that's easily fixed - but then one gets a lucky shot to what should be his heart.

He doesn't die. Purple letters spread rapidly over his skin and ink drips from his fingertips, but he doesn't die. Shuji leans on his scythe to support suddenly weak knees, eyes wide and unseeing.]

It hurts... it hurts... it hurts...

[ohrlyeh]

[This should have been a nice lunch. This should have been a nice day, where nothing went wrong, where they could spend some time together in peace and bliss.]

[But this was not that kind of day. Howard also had to get used to fighting with his strange abilities, but he always disliked Shuji fighting with his. What if he got hurt? What if I can't protect him? And now it seemed the worst came to pass - he turns too late to see Shuji lean forward, dripping ink.]

[Howard's heart instantly plummets to his stomach.]

S-Shuji-! [Is the name that cracks out of his mouth as he stumbles forward - he grits his teeth, tentacles from his sleeve whipping out to smash the monster down into the ground. He feels so slow. How could've he been so slow?] Shuji!!

[He makes it to Shuji's side, tentacles wrapping over Shuji's waist to keep him upright. Oh god. Oh no.]

Shuji...we...we need to get help-!

island vacation with colress

[cherryblooded]

[Sorry, did I say vacation? I meant study trip. All studying all the time.

Well, for Cherryblod it's a vacation. Doloz had insisted he needed one, and he can't argue with Doloz. No one can argue with Doloz.

Right now Cherryblod is craning his neck to look up at an Alolan Exeggutor.]

Quite a bit taller than I'm used to.

[Not that he's really used to Pokemon in general, but still.]

[pokexplorer]

[It's a little bit of both! Of course, even on vacation, Colress can't help but find a way to squeeze his scientific curiosity into anything he possibly can. A point of contention between him and Tarrlok for sure...and Cherryblod visiting was the perfect way for him to shove Colress out of the lab for the time being- no wearable console and all.

And to Colress' credit, he's doing his best to keep his smuggled electronic notepad at bay and simply enjoy this time with Cherryblod! It's been so long since he's properly hung out with his good friend, and what better way to spend this cherished time than by seeing what wonders the Pokemon world has to offer?

Their travels have taken them to Exeggutor Island, a locale Colress has yet to visit himself. And it's really been something extraordinary.

He chuckles as he follows Cherryblod's gaze. The Exeggutor's head sways gently in the wind. It's being very chill.]

Likewise, believe it or not! Outside of Alola, Exeggutor are actually much smaller! Granted, they're still a bit taller than you and I, but the difference between the species is quite massive.

gardening with felicia!

[goodbyepoem]

[Sharing your favorite things with somebody is a good way to get to know them, and Saisei would call himself a child of nature. ...Plus he wouldn't look that good in a maid dress.

Thus, gardening. They both have gloves on and clothes that are ready to be covered in dirt, and Saisei is already pulling out weeds.]

Have you got a favorite flower?

[blunders]

[That's a purely subjective matter, Saisei. Honestly, Felicia's more than happy to be assisting him here--she's doing her best to pull out the weeds herself, even if it's...well, a process to say the least. She's trying to take it slow, at least not pulling up the stuff that's explicitly flowers! But she might have her hands on something that hasn't bloomed yet--] Oh, well...I've always loved the pictures of tulips in gardening books. They look so elegant...and they're very nice looking! I wish they grew back home...

deathday, husband atsushi

[goatsongs]

[It's mid-October, and Chuuya's been in a worse mood than normal. A different kind of worse mood - he drinks more, eats more, and avoids contact with anyone. Even his husband.

On the 21st, Chuuya pulls Atsushi aside.]

Tomorrow's my deathday. I probably'll be a pain to deal with.

[He's expecting Atsushi to just leave him alone. Who would want to be around Chuuya, even if they tolerated him normally?]

eee husbands~

[chazukefang]

[The first sign of Chuuya's bad mood is the lack of cuddles at night. Many nights when Atsushi woke up he didn't feel Chuuya attached to him. He would see him bundle up in the blankets on the other side of the bed. Then he would be gone in the morning with a quick kiss instead of walking to work with him. They don't go for as many walks or for lunch or even for dinner. Atsushi knew something was wrong, he just didn't know how to approach it since he knew how much Chuuya didn't want him to worry. Atsushi's relieved when Chuuya pulls him to the side. Now many of his questions could be answered.

Atsushi's eyes widened when Chuuya tells him what day is tomorrow.

Oh...oh...what a day to remember.

Well, Atsushi wants to be around him.]

Oh, is that why you've been so distant lately? Chuuya, is there anything I can do to help?

[He really missed all the little things they used to do, but he wants to make sure that he's there for him.]

SURPRISE for yakumo ofc

[fineprinted]

[ literally a surprise, just sending a photo of an eyepatch which doesn't include a mannequin head, thankfully ]

Yakumo-san!
What about this?

[strayleaves]

[Tsumugi is getting a reply in hiragana because hahaha like Yakumo can write anything in kanji.]

So cute! [and yes he definitely called it kawaii]
Can I really have one?

student/teacher underage Very Problematic you were warned

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji was warned about Akutagawa.

He was intelligent, but it was the kind of intelligent that allowed him to pay no attention in class and coast by on the tests without putting in much effort at all. He had been suspended for a violent incident in his freshman year, and the only reason it wasn't multiple violent incidents is that he was too intimidating - and the rumor mill too efficient - for anyone else to press their luck with him. Even the teachers didn't want to press him too much to participate in class, concerned about their own safety.

Shuji never saw any of that. Akutagawa paid attention, participated in discussions, answered questions. Maybe literature was a more interesting subject to him - but when he asked, the freshman literature teacher said he was just as withdrawn as every other teacher reported.

It probably wasn't the material, so... Shuji himself?

Shuji wasn't so oblivious to know that he was younger than most of the other teachers - only five years older than Akutagawa himself. And he knew he was attractive, because he put great effort into looking good as well as looking professional.

He'd never sought to appeal to the students, but... Well. It wouldn't do to make assumptions. And if Shuji's appeal made Akutagawa actually invested in the class, even better.

When he finds Akutagawa skipping class - not his class, of course - in the library, he clears his throat before he actually thinks of what he's going to say.]

Akutagawa?

[Not a bad start.]

[clothes]

[ tsushima-sensei wouldn't be wrong in his suspicion of akutagawa's main motivator being he himself. the boy was indeed brilliant, and he's never failed a class thus far, but coasting by and letting his potential fall to the wayside in favor of...whatever it is that took up all his attention-- all his teachers agreed it was a shame. the student body knew the story, of course; rumors about the "literature club" and its members were surprisingly spot-on. the members, which akutagawa was among, were part of a gang.

honestly, akutagawa is surprised no one has told tsushima-sensei that little detail, or at least told him to stay away from the students of the literature club, but especially akutagawa. that violent incident last year was only a taste of what he could do.

maybe that's what drew him to his new literature teacher so much, because tsushima-sensei was so kind and sweet and caring to everyone around him, even the unruly akutagawa. as if his reputation didn't matter. the fact he was utterly gorgeous certainly helped in catching his attention.

of course, that didn't automatically mean akutagawa was a model student towards him all the time. at the sound of his name, he cants his gaze up from his book to watch the teacher. ]

Tsushima-sensei.

ZOKUZOKUさせて☆

[clothes]

[ one of the perks of being with a famous singer is having such easy access to their demos. akutagawa sends shuji samples and parts of songs all the time, so it's nothing unusual when he gets a demo sent to his phone. however, this song is different because it's, well-- the lyrics are beyond suggestive. there's no subtext, they're blatant and lustful and delirious with desire. even the instrumentals sound crazy with obsessive desire.

after that comes a picture of akutagawa's bare thighs, his legs drawn up and letting a hint of black fabric between his legs peek out from beneath even more black lace bunched at his hips. there aren't any words accompanying the texts. the message is clear. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Having access to Akutagawa's demos is nice, even if Shuji's more interested in getting to hear Akutagawa's beautiful voice than in the spoilers. He's busy at Club Sunshine, but no one will care if he plugs in his earbuds to listen to Akutagawa's song while he crunches numbers.

He swears he stops breathing by the first verse. Akutagawa's voice is so blatantly sexual, so dark and smooth over those filthy words, that Shuji feels as though Akutagawa is singing to him personally, wanting him, claiming him.

And then the picture... Shuji can only see a little, but that's more than enough to have his body sizzling. Paired with the song, it's too much to bear.]

I'm coming home early.

[It's the only message he has the patience to send. He informs Majima he'll be leaving early - Majima probably can tell why, but embarrassment over that is something for future Shuji to deal with. He rushes back to Akutagawa's apartment and lets himself in, barely stopping to pull off his shoes before he heads to the bedroom.

Whatever is awaiting him there, he's confident it will match up to the prelude.]

yonacchi

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka came back home humming happy birthday to herself, happily loaded the groceries (food! food she bought! with money!) into the fridge (they had appliances and electricity!), and flopped onto their futon, rolling around in a mix of boredom and excitement.]

Yonacchi, Yonacchi, come home soon~ Did you get me anything good~ Or maybe we're gonna go someplace nice~♪

[chasescenes]

[Appliances! Electricity! Food! Spending money Yonaka could use on birthday gifts!

She's carrying a plain platic bag when she walks in, though it's deposited by the door right away so she has both hands free to hug Haruka when she flops next to her.]

Happy birthday~ Did you get candles?

for chuuya! i'm jumping right in

[ningen]

[Dazai sits, his clothes half off, his tie loosened, pants unfastened, coat tossed aside, with Chuuya in front of him. Between them, though, is something he can't stop staring at. It's a box, not really large, but it still appears to be intimidating the utter hell out of the formerly-deceased author. His lips are drawn tight, and he's trying to look casual, but since he can't check his features adequately, it's useless.

He looks from the box, to Nakahara, then back, the back again.]

Uhh... I'm not... getting it... This is kinda kinky????

excellent~

[goatsongs]

That's the point.

[Chuuya has his hat tossed aside, lying under his cape and vest. There's a flush in his cheeks, but the tone he uses with Dazai is all exasperation without much heat to the words.]

It's just a box. You're not too scared to open a box, right?

[He'd believe it if Dazai was. Chicken.]

th chuu

[aquaticrush]

[When someone knocks at his door, Chuuya finds a three-tier lunch box wrapped outside his door with an anonymous note.

This isn't the first time he's seen this box. Chuuya will remember the last time, when Retasu attempted to give it to that dead author she had an ill-advised crush on, hilarity ensued, and he had to yell at her to find someone her own age. But this doesn't look like a meticulous recreation of a suggestion from a teen magazine. The food is more normal and less showy and it all looks like stuff that absorbs alcohol well. Less a gift to impress someone and more a consideration for someone she knows is having a really bad day.

He'll find Retasu herself in the library proper, face stuck in the first book she could find and trying to look like she just happens to be there. Too bad the book is not very convincing.]

here is the chuu

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya doesn't answer the door immediately. Talking to anyone isn't high on his priorities, especially if it's someone who'll lecture him for drinking himself numb.

As if there were anything else he could do. Hah.

But he does open the door about five minutes later, and he finds the lunchbox. He recognizes the outside, and he understands the sentiment when he opens it up to find all foods that can help someone who's been drinking all day.

Against his better judgment, he goes to find Retasu. He looks pale and unsteady on his feet, but at least he's not about to yell at her.]

Anything good in there?

[Maybe she just really likes 1960s recipes. He wouldn't know.]

ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

[clothes]

Alright.

[ it's surprisingly hard for him to will himself into relaxing, but after a series of deep breaths, akutagawa somehow manages to go lax against the sheets and the pillow at the small of his back. instinctively, he inches his legs further apart, before finally opening his eyes to watch shuji from between his knees. he should probably lift his legs, he thinks distantly, and so he does, his hands curling around the backs of his knees to hold his legs up. ]

Do it. I'm ready.

nice nice nice

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji inhales sharply. He'll never not be affected by the sight of Akutagawa exposing himself to him, making himself vulnerable. The fact that they'll be doing something new tonight only makes him more vulnerable, and Shuji more overwhelmed by the fact that he loves this man and would do anything not to break his trust.

Having coated his fingers liberally in lube, he rubs one outside of Akutagawa's hole before slowly sliding in. He'll be taking much more of this soon, but there's no reason to rush. -Shuji, for one, doesn't have anywhere he would rather be.]

for john

[littlewomen]

[Alcott manages all the Guild's information. All of it, including paychecks and where those paychecks are sent. Thus, she knows a little about John's family - mostly that they exist and that John works in the Guild to keep them fed.

But that isn't knowing about them, not really. That's the kind of thing you'd include in a strategy report, not the kind of thing that means hearing about your coworker/friend's family.

Thus, it's on a relatively slow evening in the headquarters that Alcott pokes her head into Steinbeck's room.]

Um... Steinbeck? [They have probably had the conversation where he's pointed out that he's only a few years older than her, and only succeeded at getting her to drop the Mr. from Mr. Steinbeck.] Are you busy? I-It's not anything important, so it's fine if you are...

[He doesn't look busy, but Alcott never is sure that she's not being an imposition.]

[vitis]

[ steinbeck had likewise been poring over some plan or another--written by alcott herself, likely--at a desk that fitzgerald had been just so kind enough to supply. so when he hears someone addressing him, it's a welcome distraction. plastering an appropriate smile to his face, ]

Nope.

[ well, he had been. not anymore. he lays the papers down, leaning back in his seat and tucking his hands behind his head. ]

What's up, Alcott? --Come on in.

hi herc

[goatsongs]

[The space station makes you try things you never thought you would try, or admit to desires you never would acknowledge to yourself.

This isn't always sexual or even kinky.

Right now, Chuuya has a brush in his hand, which he's carefully running through Hercules' hair. Getting him to let him comb his brush for him was not a terribly difficult proposal - he didn't even have to say please.]

How does this not get tangled when you're fighting?

[How is your hair so nice.]

hey did you know that it only took me seven months to muster up the energy for any tag at all. yikes

[pectacular]

[lagunbiru is odd beyond belief, but the longer he's hanging out on the space station, the more he's enjoying it. there's just so much to do all the time, so much to learn. and he's learned that he likes spending time with chuuya, and he likes being doted on. so having chuuya brush his hair is actually perfect.

his happiness is very evident, as he hums and sighs, eyes closed and smiling all the while. this is the dream, what visiting olympus must feel like. chuuya's question get his attention, and pulls him from his blissful haze, one eye opening slightly to look at the other man.]

It does, sometimes. The big fights mean I usually lose the headband, and then it's a little harder to manage. But what about you? How do you keep your hair so... [hmm. what's the word...] Shiny? [looking for "silky" or "straight", but sure. shiny.]

mr. tsushima

[maidofmistakes]

[Lina's hovering beside the park bench Shuji's sitting on, watching cat videos on her phone.]

This one says "fishing cats fail compilation," but a bunch of these cats actually did catch the fish. It's kind of misleading.

shuji!!

[thesettingsun]

[Is she awkward hovering or actually levitation hovering, inquiring minds want to know.

Shuji's writing in a notebook. It's just brainstorming, not even a first draft of anything.]

Maybe it gets more clicks than just "fishing cats compilation"?

[kanri]

hi mini it's been half a year but i'm back in action

oda pls

I would wait for you forever tbh

[hurrayformarriage]

[Getting Ango to relax and have fun is a continuing process. You can't just undo years of habitual overwork in one date. And honestly, Oda would still drag Ango out on dates if he did relax, because he likes dating him?

He hasn't actually asked Ango if they're dating. It's probably fine.

His most recent plan to get Ango to have some fun:]

When's the last time ya went on vacation? 'Cuz I figure yer overdue.

hgw shenanigans

[disinfection]

hit me with your best shot

we can't stop here this is voicetesting country

[neptunicentric]

[Neptune had a lot of wishes.

She wanted her body to not be trying to kill her. She wanted not to be envied by other girls over the body that was slowly killing her. She wanted to not automatically be bad because of how guys looked at her, she wanted the girls who were good not to suffer even worse than her. She wanted adults to stop being assholes to teenagers and parents to stop being assholes to their kids. She wanted this whole country to fall into the ocean.

She guesses she was thinking more about the illness-related ones when she summoned her Servant, and that's why she ended up with Florence Nightingale of all people. At least a Berserker suited her pretty well.]

Remind me why I still have to go to school and sit through classes we both know I don't pay attention to while there's a war on.

[This is stupid. She should just skip. Not that that's much different than her usual opinion on school, but hey. If she's going to be bad, at least she owns it.]

hi mikado,

[yes_im_kawaii]

[Makoto had a promise she wasn't going to forget. One thing she had to do in another world. One world to save so her little brother figure would stop being dead. One stupid villain who didn't even have the decency to turn stuff into giant monsters once a week like normal people. She remembered the descriptor, and there weren't too many people with writing all over their bodies.

Which is why she's now shuffling through the streets underneath a cardboard box, freezing whenever she hears someone turn or walk towards her, and trying to stay hidden.]

hi makoto

[masterprogrammer]

[Issue one: Nanashi being dead removed his future self from existence. That was sort of the point.

Issue two: future Nanashi is as much of a shut-in as his past self.

Issue one can be fixed with some wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, and as for issue two, even the most reclusive of recluses have to buy groceries eventually.

Which is why when Makoto's foolproof camoflauge gets here near a guy with writing on his skin, he's carrying a bag of groceries in his arms and minding his own business.]

reverse call-out: the birb you requested

[celebirdy]

DO THANGS HERE

[heavenscorpse]

[After a villain is taken to prison for trying to end the world, it is sort of awkward to have the world-ending monstrosity(???) they summoned from the future(????) still hanging around. But the villain's powers don't include sending her back where/when she came from, so while they figure out something to do with her, she's here now.

She's (figuratively) latched onto one of the heroes who came to deal with the villain, having at least the wings in common.]

You said you were a hero? What does being a hero mean?

reverse call-out 2: the ango/heigo you also requested

[angony]

The boys are back in tooooown

[thesettingsun]

[One of the nice things about living in the library together - and there are many nice things - is that Shuji just has to walk a few doors down to bug Heigo whenever he wants. Which is often.

They've been chatting for a while about simple things. How both of their books are going, fond memories over the last year. Nothing dramatic, but happy things that mean the world to Shuji.]

Hey, Heigo? I got something back from my past self, would you mind touching it for me really quick?

-I promise it's not a book.

[He's learned from the last time. Even if Heigo shouldn't expect Shuji to put him through that again, which he wouldn't, because Shuji loves him.

Anyway, Shuji's hand is in his pocket, there's no way a book would fit there.]

chuuya + link + dungeon crawling

[hyah]

[ Some days you spend sailing the Great Sea that is your world, seeking to reopen the way to the ancient kingdom of Hyrule, and some days you get sucked into another world and dumped in a dungeon with only a vague idea of how and why you're expected to get through. Link's okay with that. He figures this is the kind of thing that you just have to deal with sometimes when you're the hero of legend. And he still has his sword, so. He'll be all right.

What does worry him, a little, is that they've dropped some poor stranger in here with him. Link doesn't know anything about the man except what he can tell by looking, which isn't much: adult, non-Hylian. He might not even be used to combat, in which case this whole setup doesn't really seem fair to him, Link thinks.

In any case, it looks like they'll have to get to know each other pretty quickly. There's an ominous scuffling coming from behind the nearest corner, and Link throws one arm out in a "stay back" gesture, Master Sword firmly gripped in his other hand. Don't worry, fellow hat appreciator. He'll handle this. ]

[goatsongs]

[Sometimes you get dumped into a dungeon, and that's okay. Sometimes you get dumped into a dungeon when you're not expecting it, and that's less okay.

There's this kid in here with him. He has a sword, which is useful, and he can't really judge given that Kenji and Niimi have guns. But he also seems to want Chuuya to stay back and hande this, which is absolutely not a thing he's going to do.

Chuuya transforms his book into his gun and takes a couple steps forward, primed to shoot over Link's head. Not staying back, thanks for the thought but also no.]

hey v/v welcome to the plant club

[leafygreen]

[We're not sure how V/V ended up in Seidrfold. Maybe she doesn't either, if she showed up in the ash-and-glass ruins of Askajord at first and just thought she was still on her own destroyed world. Either way, she'll find herself in a more habitable region eventually and will thus find someone foraging for plants in a field.

It's a little obvious that this person is herself a plant, what with the leaves and flowers instead of hair, the planty green skin, and the prehensile roots where most people would have a lower half of their body. She waves when she sees V/V, even if she's looking more confused at whatever she is than anything. (What kind of person has wings?)]

Oh, are you looking for something?

plantfriends

[heavenscorpse]

[There hadn't been much to do after the last of humanity died out, so V/V walked. She walked, and eventually came to a place where plants grew on the soil and life still existed without the aid of technology.]

I'm looking for people! Are you a person?

[It's a silly thing to ask, maybe, but then V/V doesn't really consider herself a person, even if she's person-shaped.]

give me the good bug father

[silksentinel]

[It was over. The infection--Radiance was gone, but with her so too had gone the last of her family. That was fine. Hornet had barely known either of them, so it wasn't as if she could form any sort of attachment. They had been vessels created purely for containing the infection and now their duty was complete, so of course they would be gone. It was no matter, none at all.

Yet despite this Hornet remained where she was, staring at the broken mask. Her chest aches and despite how much she told herself she was wasting time brooding here, the melancholy that fell over her much resembled that which she felt when her mother had finally been put to rest.

...

Even after all this time she supposed a little hope had been with her that she would be able to step forward with someone by her side.

That's when her thoughts were broken by a peculiar sound. A strange sort of crying. Immediately her hand went to her needle until she caught sight of the source of the noise. A tiny winged creature--one especially young from the looks of it but she couldn't quite place its species. She stared (and for a moment her grip on her weapon tightened as it approach the little ghost's mask) but all it seemed to be doing was nudging at it, all while making those tremulous noises.

After a couple second of watching it, Hornet let go of her weapon, silently considering it.]

They're gone [Her words were flat, not betraying how greatly her own emotions mirrored that of the child.

It took her a while to finally calm it down (she wasn't sure whether she was irritated by having to do so or relieved at the distraction from her own thoughts) but eventually Hornet manage to coax it to come with her. For all her standoffish manner she could not in good conscious leave what was clearly a child behind. Perhaps someone in Dirtmouth would know where it came from...or at the very least could take it off her hands.

It had been a very long time since she had been up here so when the spider laid eyes on the brightly colored tents she came to a halt.

Well. She thought she had a good idea of where to start with her search, and so without hesitation she entered them.]

better than all other bug fathers, not that this is hard considering

[hagrides]

[He realized the moment his sister fell. As much as the Radiance hated him the pain of being cast away never forgotten, not by a thousand vessels they were not as separate as either of them might have liked.

So, too, did he realize what the vessel had done. What it had given up. Wyrm might have been proud, were he still in a form to be proud of his handiwork.

But that left his own Ritual incomplete, the transfer of god to child stuck halfway. The flames remained in the kingdom, for now, but he needed another to dance with him before his child-

Ah. His child. He would recognize that warble anywhere.

This time, he chooses to forego the dramatics (mostly) and appear in his tent in a puff of red smoke. His child flies to him with a renewed burst of tears, and he pets their head gently.]

There now. You'll be alright.

[He casts his gaze to Hornet.]

Thank you for bringing my child back to me, companion of the Knight. [For who else would have retrieved the Grimmchild from that egg?] I would have your name, if you have one to give.