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[daturameloxia]

Hello, you've reached Wylan.

[A pause, and then a quiet,] What else do I say? Oh.

Please leave a message and, um, I will be with you as soon as I can. Thank you!

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Delivery!

[bluediligence]

[ Wylan receives some gifts wrapped in cute, festive, gingerbread cookie-themed paper!

It's signed with a doodle of a Korone-coloured pigeon.

🪶 A handmade hoodie in a deep shade of blue. The lining of the hood, which is a lighter, brighter blue, features a subtle pattern of music notes in a watercolor-esque painterly style.

🪶 A gorgeous sketchbook, and an equally gorgeous kit of high quality sketching, drawing, and colouring pencils.

🪶 A big tin of homemade cookies - sugar cookies, gingerbread cookies, and chocolate chip. ]

600 years later, voice

[daturameloxia]

This is... [Wylan is clearly quite overwhelmed by the gifts as his voice shakes and warbles.] I don't know what to say.

❤️✨

[bluediligence]

[ There's not a single trace of unkindness to Korone's laughter.

... It might just be the closest thing to a giggle he's ever heard from her. ]

Do you like 'em?

Christmas Delivery

[othellovonryan]

[THE MOST LATE, SHHHHHH]

[What Wylan gets though is a whole entire set up of modern day distillery equipment, along with helpful tutorial videos on how to use the various settings and what they do, along with a large assortment of storage containers, with hot boxes and fridge options to store whatever he needs too.]

[As well as a very heavy metal box to store anything volatile so that, should something explode, it will ruin anything INSIDE the box, but not outside of it. Donnie knows how to store the volatile.]

[As well as an assortment of various raw ingredients to work with.]

[Plus a Christmas card that plays a Christmas Jingle when opened, but otherwise just has very cute Christmas pictures on it.]

After Breaking Korone's Limiter - Voice

[othellovonryan]

Hey Wylan. [He is Very Blank and tired.] We're done with the magic thing so you're free to come into the living room.

It turned into an accidental Heart Game. That's why its been...six hours instead of the one we thought.

If you could pick up pizza, I would love you forever. Double the usual order. I'll send you the Mooncoins.

Also you should totally just walk in, we're playing movies, and have hot chocolate.

[othellovonryan]

[From here]

If you want a piano, yes. The key thing is you don't have a room you can work in for a week straight.

[daturameloxia]

[Boy does Donnie have him pinned with this accusation.]

I have never played the piano for a week straight.

[Now the lab is a different story.]

Reflections

[daturameloxia]

Wylan has just gotten up for the day when he stops in front of his mirror. It is a full-size, black-framed thing in the corner of his room that usually goes unused, especially recently. He doesn’t need to look at himself to know he’s still losing weight. The smoothies seem to only be enough to keep him alive, rather than help him regain some of his lost mass.

However, today’s glance does not occur as a result of checking himself for improvement. No, instead, Wylan can see himself, bloody and broken as it crawls out of the frame. He sucks in a breath as he kneels down beside the beaten down version of himself. How could this be happening?

“Are you alright?” Wylan asks his doppelganger, despite knowing deep down that his twin is most definitely not okay.

“Father,” the mirror image replies and Wylan knows exactly what he’s just endured. “Father.”

Wylan’s about to call out for help when his mirror image reaches up for him, grasps Wylan by the lapels. There’s so much blood, Wylan needs to call for some kind of help, but then his doppelganger interrupts him.

“Get revenge” his mirror image gasps out before going quiet and still in Wylan’s arms.

Before Wylan can comprehend what’s going on, another reflection steps out. One far more confident in his posture as he stands beside the frame.

“Relius was right about you,” mirror Wylan begins. “You weren’t made of the right materials for the soul alchemy.”

Wylan looks down to where the battered Wylan should be and finds nothing there except the remaining blood. It’s just enough of a distraction for the new mirror image to slug Wylan. The impact sends Wylan sliding across the floor into his shared wall with Wash, leaving Wylan, once again, without a chance to get his footing before he’s kicked this time.

“What was so hard about hating your father?” the mirror image spits at Wylan. “Why can’t you be less worthless?”

Bracing against another hit, Wylan takes a boot to the hand, but is grateful it only hit his hand and not his head.

“Because hating my father does nothing for me,” Wylan replies, his voice sharp. “It only keeps me in the past. I can’t live for now if I continue to remember what he did to me.”

Another kick glances off his wrist and Wylan isn’t entirely sure it hasn’t been broken, but he regards the mirror image with a frown.

“We’re going to try to work things out and process them with therapy,” Wylan doesn’t sound so sure, but he’s working on standing. That is until mirror Wylan brings a lamp down on top of him and Wylan crumples to the ground again. “We promised Koronai to try.”

“You’re no one I ever want to be,” Wylan replies, voice tight with pain. “You can’t ever be my future.”

Mirror Wylan sucks in a breath before pieces of him begin to fall off, in shards and Wylan leans his head back against the wall.

“I will never be you,” he murmurs low as the final pieces fall away.

Clutching his arm to his chest, Wylan starts to stand again and spots a third reflection coming through the mirror.

As Wylan backs away, the reflection holds up a hand.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” the third mirror Wylan explains. “I’m only here to help.”

Wylan raises his head, curious but on edge.

“I’m here to show you that you can be happy,” mirror Wylan continues.

“What?” Wylan asks in return, curious.

“You need to go to therapy, with Wash and Korone if needed, but there’s a way to be happy if you allow others to help you,” mirror Wylan explains. “You have other friends here who can help you. You can trust them, you only need to reach out.”

The mirror Wylan kneels down next to Wylan and taps his wrist.

“Starting with this,” he continues. “Ask for help.”

And then as quickly as he came, mirror Wylan disappears, leaving Wylan behind, sitting amongst a pile of glass and clutching his wrist.

August 29th, just after the battle - text

[bluediligence]

Everyone is alive and will be okay
except Relius
Relius is super dead

From what I can tell Wash has bruises but probably not much worse than that

Some of MK-san's friends who were in the fight will be staying at the house for a day or two as well
and MK-san himself
I'll be able to explain better in person, I just didn't want to leave you worrying or take you off guard

We'll be coming back to Birdtile House soon

Re: August 29th, just after the battle - text

[daturameloxia]

I suppose that can't be helped after everything he's done.

Thank you for the update on Wash. I've been worried.

MK? What happened to him? [Not his new friend!]

Alright, I'll try to prepare some food and drinks. You must be exhausted.

Re: August 29th, just after the battle - text

[bluediligence]

Yeah. Hopefully the police will be able to hold him once he revives. None of this can happen again.

♥ You're more than welcome, Wylan-kun.
I'll give him a proper check-up once we get home, and then hopefully we can bully him into getting some rest.

Relius tried to reshape him into a weapon and forced him to fight us
His mates were eventually able to break him free of Relius' control but ...
It's going to take a heart game to put the pieces back together.

That would be great, thank you so so much.

Going to find Wylan in birdtile house

[schrodingerscockroach]

[With snacks! And cocoa.]

So question.

Would you be against me dating?

Voice/Action Eventually

[daturameloxia]

[Wylan is almost taken aback by the question. He’s currently working in his lab and the faint clinking of glass gives it away.]

Why wouldn’t I want you to have a chance at happiness?

Re: Voice/Action Eventually

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Lab it is. Traveling along.]

Sometimes kids can be weird about parents dating. I think that's generally because they don't want their other parents replaced, but I figure I should check in just to be safe.

Voice

[schrodingerscockroach]

Hey, I'm headed home. If you've been working with chemicals, I need you to clean up.

Re: Voice

[daturameloxia]

Is everything alright? [The warning gives him time to also hide a letter that arrived for him.]

Re: Voice

[schrodingerscockroach]

Everything is cool, I just need you clean of chemicals.

un: kantera, video

[happydreamed]

Hello, Wylan. A friend of mine is looking to purchase custom fireworks for a performance. Should I recommend you to her?

[He knows that this is something Wylan can do, but he also isn't sure if Wylan's in a place to accept money for his skills. ...And also, Rinku can be A Lot.]

Re: un: kantera, video

[daturameloxia]

I'd love to help. I'd appreciate the recommendation greatly.

[He's not about to accept money for something he finds fun oops.]

un:happyaround

[roundandaround]

Hi!!! Kantera-san said you make fireworks? I'm Aimoto Rinku, from the Music Club! We're gonna do a big New Year's live, and Stelle-chan mentioned we should try fireworks. Maybe after everyone leaves the building we could have a show outside they can watch while they're going home! Can you help with that?

un: daturameloxia, text-to-speech and vice versa

[daturameloxia]

I can, yes! Fireworks are some of my favorite things to work with. Do you have any idea of the colors or types of fireworks you want?

Voice - Dated for January 4th - Morning

[noodleboi]

Hey, cutie. Wanted to see if you wanted to go on a date Wednesday? Maybe around seven? I found a fun place we could go together. I think you'll like it. Let me know.

Re: Voice - Jan 4 AM

[daturameloxia]

[BRB blushing. Give him a moment.]

I would love that, thank you. Where should I meet you?

January 5th

[schrodingerscockroach]

So we need to talk.

You're not in trouble, I'm not mad, bring Argon because this is still going to be an emotionally charged conversation, and I still love you, and you're still my kid, that will not change.

Meet me in the living room within twenty minutes.

[In case he needs to brace himself about it.]

action

[daturameloxia]

[Wylan doesn’t respond but comes out of his room with Argon at the requested time. Despite being told he’s not in trouble, Wylan is quietly vibrating, so much so that Argon is pressed against Wylan’s leg. Wylan takes a seat on the couch and Argon is up next to him, licking Wylan’s face.]