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[flamebrand]

nsfw included in the threads! please skim through at your own risk...!

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[recreatable]

I was attempting charming impertinence about looking at you impolitely.

[ please it was a cOMPLIMENT ]

Clearly, I only achieved impertinence.

[flamebrand]

[ Laughing!! ] And I was trying my hand at humor. Clearly, we both need to work harder in our respective fields.

[recreatable]

I'm rusty. [ At, like, interacting with human beings. ] What's your excuse?

[flamebrand]

[ let's face it, Verso is shockingly well-adjusted for a guy who spent like 8 decades socializing solely with jabbering broom-people. ]

A tumultuous adolescence defined by death. [ wow ok clive

that said: ] I got over it.

[recreatable]

[ ... ]

Want to talk about it?

[flamebrand]

If you eat all your mushrooms.

[recreatable]

I'm old enough to be your grandfather, you know.

[ great-grandfather actually but who's counting... ]

But I wouldn't dream of insulting the chef.

[flamebrand]

I may not even burn the pot, this time.

[ Unlike the last time he was on cooking duty, when he almost burned the entire campsite down, let alone the pot. Shh. ]

I'll be back shortly. And thank you for your mushroom-related counsel.

[recreatable]

Remember: small speckles, not medium-small. [ There's a difference!! ] I'd rather you all didn't die tonight.

[flamebrand]

[ ... ]

On second thought, I might have you appraise my findings before I commit to cooking them.

[recreatable]

[ ... ]

I'll do the foraging.

[ gotta do everything my fucking self around here ]

[flamebrand]

[ 🥺🥺🥺 ]

No. You rest. I'll never get better at foraging if I don't try.

[recreatable]

You'll never get better if you die, either. I had a lot of close calls before I got good at it.

[ or maybe he just grew a tolerance...... ]

At least let me teach you. You know, poison mushrooms still give me a stomachache.

[flamebrand]

[ Clive reads this and thinks he definitely died a few times eating bad mushrooms, Founder help him. ]

...Alright. If you'd do me the kindness, I'd appreciate it.

I'm by the thickets near the cliff walls.

[ Staring at his basket with mounting suspicion. Are these small... or medium-small spots?????? ]

[recreatable]

[ I'M COOL WITH WRAPPING HERE IF YOU DESIRE... again no pressure to allow me to hold you hostage... but if a slide into action intrigues, Verso pops up next to the tree trunk that is Clive after a few minutes, glancing into his basket for what he's already foraged.

Gesturing to a few brown-capped mushrooms: ]

—Oh, no. You, uh, don't want to cook with these.

[ But he is pocketing them for himself. Don't worry about it. ]

[flamebrand]

[ i live in your inbox now........ Clive glances up when Verso sneakily insinuates himself into his space, and bows his head in greeting－

－before his expression shifts, first to disappointment (he really thought he had this!!!), then to surprise (hello????). ]

Ah. [ Gesturing for Verso to, like, hand the deathshrooms over. ] ―We should toss those over the cliff, then. [ Verso please he is so worried about you ]

[recreatable]

[ First of all, he's a grown man, and if he wants to recreationally poison himself, he has that right. Maybe he just wants to feel something!!! Second of all: ] It's not that sort of mushroom.

[ A deathshroom, he means. Not these ones, anyway. There's a very faint upwards curl to his lips, perhaps a bit amused at Clive's misunderstanding. (Admittedly, the interpretation isn't entirely unfounded.) ]

These ones will make you smell colors.

[ So unless Clive wants the whole camp to start tripping balls, it's probably wise not to put them in his stew. ]

[flamebrand]

[ Oh. ]

Oh.

[ A moment for that to percolate, and Clive huffs a laugh, involuntary. ]

―Best not to tell Lune about those. She may make you eat them. For science.

[recreatable]

[ Eating them is the whole point, but maybe he doesn't need to explain to sweet, innocent Clive that, sometimes, when you're very old and have nothing to live for, you eat weird mushrooms to pass the time. ]

Right. [ Like it's a fun little secret: ] Best keep it between us.

[ Because he's not sharing. Verso crouches next to the thicket, then, pulling out his knife and gesturing to a fungus with the point of the blade. Light brown, with small speckles. Or is it medium-small? ]

So. Death or dinner?

[flamebrand]

[ "Best keep it between us" isn't "I promise I won't eat the mushrooms that will make me trip balls", but. You know what. Verso's been remarkably trustworthy (cue laugh track) thus far, so Clive will assume that the psychedelics are for something other than casual consumption.

"Death or dinner" is a somewhat more pressing concern, anyway. Clive kneels next to Verso, brows furrowed in concentration, observing the small (medium-small?) spots with knifelike intensity. ]

D... [ hnrgh ] ...eath. [ With more conviction, this time: ] Death.

[recreatable]

[ Verso waits patiently for Clive to make his decision, expression expectant, and nods in encouragement when he finally does. Gold star for Clive! ] And not a pretty one, either.

[ The agony of death by mushroom is recalled with a tone mundane enough that it sounds more like he's discussing the weather. Honestly, it doesn't even break the top five of memorable near death experiences. It's only notable for the quite frankly excessive amount of times it happened to him before he learned to tell the nigh-indistinguishable mushrooms apart.

He stands, twirling his parrying dagger idly. ]

You're looking in the wrong place. [ Then, pointing with the blade: ] There's a cave not far from here where the ones that won't kill you grow.

[flamebrand]

[ !! Invisible dog ears prick upwards, happy to have won (?) The Mushroom Game; they droop somewhat immediately after, when he considers the amount of trial-and-error that must have happened until Verso like, learned to stop dying via shroom poisoning. "Not a pretty one" doesn't conjure pleasant images, after all.

But enough of being patronizing over Verso's wellbeing (for now). Blue eyes flick towards the cave, expression settling into quiet contemplation. ]

You really do know your way around every inch of the Continent.

[ Not accusatory. Mostly, just trying to wrap his head around the immortality thing, especially since so much of his life (everyone's life) in Lumière has been so steeped in the inevitability of the end. The Gommage, as looming as the Monolith across the sea. ]

[recreatable]

Just the good mushroom spots.

[ Modest king! In truth, it's hard not to know his way around. After so many years of misadventure, there's a story associated with nearly every foot of this place. Admittedly, he can't quite remember the story associated with this cave at the moment, given that it's been a good few decades since he set foot in it—but it's probably not important. Surely it's nothing foreboding.

Sheathing the parrying dagger, he gestures for Clive to follow him across the clearing and toward the cave's dark opening. Provided, of course, that Clive is willing to be taken to a secondary location by a strange man. ]

I'm sure you know your way around Lumière like the back of your hand. [ Home is home, he means. ] The Continent is like that for me. Just... bigger, and inhabited by more deadly creatures.

[flamebrand]

[ Wouldn't it be awful if there was a mime with an awful haircut looming in the depths of this cave...

Clive follows, because of course he does. His palm opens in the gloom, summoning a mote of fire that hovers near him, illuminating the multifaceted walls of the damp space in a warm, orange glow. ]

You'd be surprised by how many deadly creatures are also in Lumière.

[ A joke! But also one at his own expense: his mother was terribly abusive, so there's that for horrific monsters who were allowed to roam free in polite society. ]

Though, admittedly, there were less dangerous things that I could unwittingly put in my mouth.

[recreatable]

[ Clive cannot be a dark-haired, blue-eyed guy with a savior complex and fire theme who's unhealthily devoted to his sibling, has mommy issues, and is voiced by Ben Starr. One of them is going to have to change.

The glow of the little fire mote dances on the walls of the cave, although Verso is already trudging forward without it to help light the way, footprints unintentionally covering up the much larger prints in the moist cave floor. He leads the way further in until they reach a collection of fungi growing in the damp darkness, crawling up the cave wall. ]

See? [ He knew they were here. Verso taps his temple—memory like an elephant! Sounding as if he's pleased to be able to be impart useful knowledge, he adds, ] You want to look for cool, dark spaces.

[ I forgot that they fucking materialize their weapons so pretend he did that before!!! He conjures the dagger into his hand, blade cutting through the mushroom stems to free them from the wall. ]

That's where—

[ Within the darkness of the cave yet unlit by Clive's mote, something... rumbles. Suddenly, Verso remembers exactly why these mushrooms, here had been so memorable. It's not because he has the memory of an elephant. ]

Oh. [ He glances back at Clive. ] I should have mentioned—

[ Unfortunately, whatever he should have mentioned will forever remain a secret, because he's cut off by being barreled into by a Stalact at full speed, smacking into the hard cave wall with a comical thud. ]