[Oh, she certainly doesn't. But that's part of their game. They don't relent on each other, this eternal ladder of one-upsmanship that requires some lying on both of their parts. She can't help the double standard of rolling her eyes at his speech while simultaneously watching with more intent than she wants as he draws.
Naturally, she's bested again, and she shoves him back, limbs stretched and taking up as much space as possible to account for how called out she feels.]
Ugh, of course you're gonna be like this. You could've found something for any card you picked in there. Don't think I'm just gonna believe you with this.
[Like two playfighting children, Molly reaches up and tugs on her hair, figuring if she's going to aggressively slapfight him then he's going to cheat a little bit. It at least detracts from his own emotional surprise at drawing such an appropriate card.] You are absolutely right. You don't know the divine secret. You're not in on the game. I could be pulling different meanings out of my arse every time. But I would also argue the shitty part of this moment's passed, don'tcha think?
[The downside of taking a neglected child and putting her with a group of people whose only permitted physical contact is punching is getting a touch-starved asshole whose only affirmative way to display that she likes something is to hit it. So of course they're going to get into a slap fight. What other way is there to be?
She'll yank on a horn for good measure.]
The shitty part of the moment's never gonna pass with the two of us around.
[But it's the two of us. Not alone.]
You better pick up your asshole slack with the party, y'know. You can't just die and leave me with the responsibility anymore. Who knows if Jester's even gonna let you fight the next time we start shit.
[Molly giggles, his charms jingling and he almost headbutts her like a goat in retaliation, but he lacks the physical strength to do it properly and halfway into it, he succumbed to his laughter and pitched forward a bit.]
I'll do it, glady. And I don't think I can blame her for that. I'm a little leery about bleeding for things right now. Gods, I never thought that could happen. Fucked by my own bloody powers. There's a lesson in that somewhere.
[Yeah she's just gonna retaliate by knocking him back in the head. Hopefully that wasn't super hard. He needs those brain cells more than the rest, y'know.]
Ruined by your own blood hubris, or something. 'Ss cool. You can be like, our mascot or something and chill on the sidelines. What if you just become like, our bard or something? Start singing how cool we are. Actually, wait, just go ahead and insult people from the back, that'll be hilarious.
[He only flinches a bit, but it's possible he's just too indignant to recognize pain.] Oh, hubris, is it? If it had worked properly, it would have been amazing. He would have been blind, he would've missed me, and you could have punched his brain in- and okay, fair that is a little bit hubris. [There are a remarkable amount of what ifs in that.]
I wonder if there's a bard college that you can go to on the road. [Like DeVry for Bards. He scoffs and shakes his head.] No, no, that sounds like too much work. I'll stick to the Infernal. Sometimes it does something.
If it'd worked properly I'd have burned him to a goddamn crisp and it would've been badass.
[There's a lot of what if's in everything. But she would have liked that to work. Gotten everyone out before they had to be taken away, before all hell had really broken loose. It was a bad plan, sure, but heroes survive insurmountable odds or something. Maybe they're just not very good at being heroes.]
Here, we'll ask Caleb to get you some uh, bard books, or something. And then you can sing for us. You came from a circus, didn't you have like, jesters that aren't Jester?
[Molly just reaches over and shoves her in the head again.] You watched the circus! You were literally there! Did it look like we had jesters besides our Jester? We had Desmond, and he's kind of iffy. [Except he's laughing loud enough to wake people and he hears Jester yell "STOP TALKING ABOUT ME. I'M TRYING TO SLEEP" Molly lowers his giggles to a more acceptable volume.]
We'll see what happens. We've got time now.
[Jester, followed by a groggy Fjord who must have gotten woken up by the grumpy blue tiefling step out of the tents. "Okay, okay, you two giggly bitches can go to bed, since you already woke us up, unless you wanna let me in on what you're giggling about."
Fjord rubs at his face, mumbling, "Woke you up. You woke me up."
Molly shoots Beau a smarmy grin, stands, and plants a kiss on Jester's forehead.] Just celebrating being alive, darling. [And then, to Beau.] You coming to bed then, Unpleasant One?
[Beau's about to knock back another joke, already laughing, when they get chastised- sadly for Jester, that just makes her go louder, wrapping an arm around her middle as she goes. Fuck it. This is the best laugh she's had since that horrible time, this sense of normalcy that's finally falling back over them.
It's gonna be okay. She knows that now.
Beau gets up, stretching her arms over her head.]
Only people who do the shift get to know the injokes. Also, Molly's a bard now. No questions.
[But she nods at Molly as she heads towards where everyone's sleeping.]
Yeah, yeah, guess so. Gotta do... I dunno, I'm out of jokes, I'm going to sleep. Try not to choke on your own ego, huh?
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Naturally, she's bested again, and she shoves him back, limbs stretched and taking up as much space as possible to account for how called out she feels.]
Ugh, of course you're gonna be like this. You could've found something for any card you picked in there. Don't think I'm just gonna believe you with this.
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She'll yank on a horn for good measure.]
The shitty part of the moment's never gonna pass with the two of us around.
[But it's the two of us. Not alone.]
You better pick up your asshole slack with the party, y'know. You can't just die and leave me with the responsibility anymore. Who knows if Jester's even gonna let you fight the next time we start shit.
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I'll do it, glady. And I don't think I can blame her for that. I'm a little leery about bleeding for things right now. Gods, I never thought that could happen. Fucked by my own bloody powers. There's a lesson in that somewhere.
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Ruined by your own blood hubris, or something. 'Ss cool. You can be like, our mascot or something and chill on the sidelines. What if you just become like, our bard or something? Start singing how cool we are. Actually, wait, just go ahead and insult people from the back, that'll be hilarious.
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I wonder if there's a bard college that you can go to on the road. [Like DeVry for Bards. He scoffs and shakes his head.] No, no, that sounds like too much work. I'll stick to the Infernal. Sometimes it does something.
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[There's a lot of what if's in everything. But she would have liked that to work. Gotten everyone out before they had to be taken away, before all hell had really broken loose. It was a bad plan, sure, but heroes survive insurmountable odds or something. Maybe they're just not very good at being heroes.]
Here, we'll ask Caleb to get you some uh, bard books, or something. And then you can sing for us. You came from a circus, didn't you have like, jesters that aren't Jester?
[This is a mess already.]
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We'll see what happens. We've got time now.
[Jester, followed by a groggy Fjord who must have gotten woken up by the grumpy blue tiefling step out of the tents. "Okay, okay, you two giggly bitches can go to bed, since you already woke us up, unless you wanna let me in on what you're giggling about."
Fjord rubs at his face, mumbling, "Woke you up. You woke me up."
Molly shoots Beau a smarmy grin, stands, and plants a kiss on Jester's forehead.] Just celebrating being alive, darling. [And then, to Beau.] You coming to bed then, Unpleasant One?
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It's gonna be okay. She knows that now.
Beau gets up, stretching her arms over her head.]
Only people who do the shift get to know the injokes. Also, Molly's a bard now. No questions.
[But she nods at Molly as she heads towards where everyone's sleeping.]
Yeah, yeah, guess so. Gotta do... I dunno, I'm out of jokes, I'm going to sleep. Try not to choke on your own ego, huh?