Magical Retribution
Who: Sindre and Gilbert
When: November 19th, Midnight
Where: The internet/Madame Maime's Miracles
What: Only while being overprotective brothers can these two get over their differences and practice a little magic.
After Sindre's last comment on Valdi's blog, Gilbert figured that enough was enough. Booting up his messenger program and rolling his chair over to his window that could see the driveway so he's know when Ludwig or Lili were back and could bother them for food, he rested against the glass, surfing through his contacts, finding Sindre's and immediately assaulting him.
God, this reminded him of how much he needed to get back into trolling forums, but getting paid came before pissing off plushie fans.
Gilbert: YOU SHOULD PAY ME~
Sindre: Why would I do that?
Gilbert: Because~
Sindre: So...no reason at all.
Gilbert: Well, I might scar your younger brother
Sindre: And then I'll beat the shit out of you.
Gilbert: That's all right, I'm learning kung fu.
Sindre: ...Congratulations.
Gilbert: Well it means you can't beat me up.
Sindre: Keep thinking that.
Gilbert: ANYWAY. SO, LAST CHANCE BEFORE I TELL YOUR BRO WE HAD DIRTY SEX IN THE BACK OF A CAR.
Sindre: Why would you tell him that?
Gilbert: Because... I dunno. Do I need a reason?
Sindre: Ja.
Sindre: There's no real purpose to you telling him.
Gilbert: Well he asked how I knew you.
Sindre: "We met at a bar" suffices
Sindre: Or "I'm the one who broke into the shop and was then impotent for a week"
Sindre: Or "I'm the one that stalked your brother's friend".
Gilbert: :|
Gilbert: I'll go with the first option if you say yes to seeing me.
Sindre: ...Say yes to seeing you for what?
Gilbert: I dunno, I have to kick your ass for ruining the Five Meters for a week.
Sindre: That's simply what you get for breaking into a magic shop. You didn't think it'd be unprotected?
Sindre: It's not as if I targeted you specifically.
Sindre: Although I could.
Sindre: Easily.
Gilbert: You... wouldn't.
Sindre: I would.
Gilbert: What would you even do?
Sindre: Magic.
Sindre: Curses are so easy.
Sindre: Or were you looking for the thaumaturgic explanation?
Gilbert: What.
Sindre: 'S what I figured.
Gilbert: What does that mean? ARE YOU GOING TO CURSE FIVE METERS OFF?
The Prussian immediately crossed his legs while overhead, Gilbird nestled a little deeper into his hair, peering at the screen, chirruping worriedly as his owner appeared to squirm. Five Meters was all Gilbert had! (besides Ludwig, Gilbird and all those people he knew) and what would he be without it? Nothing?
Sindre: ...Thaumaturgy is the structure or form to the magic being cast. I figured you didn't care so much for that explanation.
Sindre: And I might.
Gilbert: I DON'T WANT TO BE A WOMAN
Sindre: ...I’d make you impotent, not change your chromosomes
Gilbert: And deprive the world of my badass genes!?
Sindre: This idea is sounding better by the moment.
Gilbert: DDDD;
Gilbert: Okay, okay, okay, okay
Gilbert: Let's talk about this.
Sindre: All right.
Gilbert: You leave my dick alone and I don't say shit to your little bro.
Sindre: Sounds fair.
Gilbert: You play dirty.
Sindre: It works.
Sindre: Fairness only gets you so far.
Gilbert: I know that. But still.
Sindre: It's not as if you can truly complain.
Sindre: You started this.
Gilbert: I did not! You used my dick first!
Sindre: You brought up my brother first.
Gilbert: Well I was just trying to comfort him.
Sindre: Next time your brother's upset, I'll be sure to comfort him in the same manner.
Gilbert: Ah, I wouldn't... Lud's havin' a real rough time lately.
He actually paused after typing this in. This kid was getting all up in his business, was threatening to make him non-reproductive, was even denying that they'd spent an awesome night in the back of a car together. And here he was telling him about his brother's problems. What the hell? He was about to close his laptop when he glanced outside and felt his heart sink.
Outside, a blond was walking up the steps towards the house. It wasn't Lili, it was Ludwig and Gilbert's lurking in the mansion told him exactly who it was. Sometimes being a shut in was helpful. Otto. His own cousin. He didn't even bother to keep watching, pulling the curtains over. Feliciano could be turning Otto away but right now... Gilbert couldn't only think of all the times he'd come back from work to find Otto leaving.
Sindre: Oh?
Gilbert: I think Feli's cheating on him.
Sindre: --What?
Gilbert: Jo's been sayin' stuff anddddd I mean, Otto’s back and he’s been at the mansion sometimes when I’m just lurking there
Sindre: Otto?
Gilbert: Our cousin.
Sindre: And I take it Feli and Otto have a history.
Gilbert: Apparently.
Sindre: So Feliciano's cheating on his fiancée. With his fiancé’s cousin.
Sindre: He seemed flighty the few times I've met him, but that's...
Gilbert: Totally gross? Yeah, so, no picking on my brother.
Sindre: Yes.
Sindre: I understand.
Sindre: ...I clearly have no issues with retribution in principle. If you need anything...special...
Gilbert: Dude, did we just... bond or something?
Sindre: ...I think we might have.
Sindre: But. Brothers.
Gilbert: ...Wait, you'd use magic on Otto?
Sindre: I have no moral argument against doing so.
Gilbert: Do I have to pay you?
Sindre: Normally I'd say yes.
Sindre: But like I said. Brothers.
Gilbert: Good point.
Sindre: Meet me at the shop at midnight. We’ll figure out something.
Closing his laptop with a snap and tossing it onto his bed, Gilbert reached up into his hair, picking Gilbird up and placing him in his cage next to Bismarck and Gilfish (he usually carted the fish back and forth between home and the shop just to keep an eye on them). "Stay here and don't fight," he said, closing the cage and picking up his bag and a coat as he left, "See you guys later."
A small peep from Gilbird and the Prussian was out the door and down the stairs, not even bothering to lurk around and find out what happened the blond and Feliciano, instead heading straight for his car and sitting inside of it. It was a little past nine. He had time to kill but... He drove around lazily for an hour, maybe going past Ivan's apartment, seeing a blond pulling himself up the fire-escape and tapping at Ivan's window, getting pulled in immediately.
New Gilbert. No way as awesome.
Parking outside of the magic shop he'd once broken into, Gilbert turned off his engine and slipped headphones out of his bag, placing them over his head, closing his eyes and starting to doze all bundled up, alone in his car, waiting for a Norwegian so they could curse his cousin.
Average Friday night.
When: November 19th, Midnight
Where: The internet/Madame Maime's Miracles
What: Only while being overprotective brothers can these two get over their differences and practice a little magic.
After Sindre's last comment on Valdi's blog, Gilbert figured that enough was enough. Booting up his messenger program and rolling his chair over to his window that could see the driveway so he's know when Ludwig or Lili were back and could bother them for food, he rested against the glass, surfing through his contacts, finding Sindre's and immediately assaulting him.
God, this reminded him of how much he needed to get back into trolling forums, but getting paid came before pissing off plushie fans.
Gilbert: YOU SHOULD PAY ME~
Sindre: Why would I do that?
Gilbert: Because~
Sindre: So...no reason at all.
Gilbert: Well, I might scar your younger brother
Sindre: And then I'll beat the shit out of you.
Gilbert: That's all right, I'm learning kung fu.
Sindre: ...Congratulations.
Gilbert: Well it means you can't beat me up.
Sindre: Keep thinking that.
Gilbert: ANYWAY. SO, LAST CHANCE BEFORE I TELL YOUR BRO WE HAD DIRTY SEX IN THE BACK OF A CAR.
Sindre: Why would you tell him that?
Gilbert: Because... I dunno. Do I need a reason?
Sindre: Ja.
Sindre: There's no real purpose to you telling him.
Gilbert: Well he asked how I knew you.
Sindre: "We met at a bar" suffices
Sindre: Or "I'm the one who broke into the shop and was then impotent for a week"
Sindre: Or "I'm the one that stalked your brother's friend".
Gilbert: :|
Gilbert: I'll go with the first option if you say yes to seeing me.
Sindre: ...Say yes to seeing you for what?
Gilbert: I dunno, I have to kick your ass for ruining the Five Meters for a week.
Sindre: That's simply what you get for breaking into a magic shop. You didn't think it'd be unprotected?
Sindre: It's not as if I targeted you specifically.
Sindre: Although I could.
Sindre: Easily.
Gilbert: You... wouldn't.
Sindre: I would.
Gilbert: What would you even do?
Sindre: Magic.
Sindre: Curses are so easy.
Sindre: Or were you looking for the thaumaturgic explanation?
Gilbert: What.
Sindre: 'S what I figured.
Gilbert: What does that mean? ARE YOU GOING TO CURSE FIVE METERS OFF?
The Prussian immediately crossed his legs while overhead, Gilbird nestled a little deeper into his hair, peering at the screen, chirruping worriedly as his owner appeared to squirm. Five Meters was all Gilbert had! (besides Ludwig, Gilbird and all those people he knew) and what would he be without it? Nothing?
Sindre: ...Thaumaturgy is the structure or form to the magic being cast. I figured you didn't care so much for that explanation.
Sindre: And I might.
Gilbert: I DON'T WANT TO BE A WOMAN
Sindre: ...I’d make you impotent, not change your chromosomes
Gilbert: And deprive the world of my badass genes!?
Sindre: This idea is sounding better by the moment.
Gilbert: DDDD;
Gilbert: Okay, okay, okay, okay
Gilbert: Let's talk about this.
Sindre: All right.
Gilbert: You leave my dick alone and I don't say shit to your little bro.
Sindre: Sounds fair.
Gilbert: You play dirty.
Sindre: It works.
Sindre: Fairness only gets you so far.
Gilbert: I know that. But still.
Sindre: It's not as if you can truly complain.
Sindre: You started this.
Gilbert: I did not! You used my dick first!
Sindre: You brought up my brother first.
Gilbert: Well I was just trying to comfort him.
Sindre: Next time your brother's upset, I'll be sure to comfort him in the same manner.
Gilbert: Ah, I wouldn't... Lud's havin' a real rough time lately.
He actually paused after typing this in. This kid was getting all up in his business, was threatening to make him non-reproductive, was even denying that they'd spent an awesome night in the back of a car together. And here he was telling him about his brother's problems. What the hell? He was about to close his laptop when he glanced outside and felt his heart sink.
Outside, a blond was walking up the steps towards the house. It wasn't Lili, it was Ludwig and Gilbert's lurking in the mansion told him exactly who it was. Sometimes being a shut in was helpful. Otto. His own cousin. He didn't even bother to keep watching, pulling the curtains over. Feliciano could be turning Otto away but right now... Gilbert couldn't only think of all the times he'd come back from work to find Otto leaving.
Sindre: Oh?
Gilbert: I think Feli's cheating on him.
Sindre: --What?
Gilbert: Jo's been sayin' stuff anddddd I mean, Otto’s back and he’s been at the mansion sometimes when I’m just lurking there
Sindre: Otto?
Gilbert: Our cousin.
Sindre: And I take it Feli and Otto have a history.
Gilbert: Apparently.
Sindre: So Feliciano's cheating on his fiancée. With his fiancé’s cousin.
Sindre: He seemed flighty the few times I've met him, but that's...
Gilbert: Totally gross? Yeah, so, no picking on my brother.
Sindre: Yes.
Sindre: I understand.
Sindre: ...I clearly have no issues with retribution in principle. If you need anything...special...
Gilbert: Dude, did we just... bond or something?
Sindre: ...I think we might have.
Sindre: But. Brothers.
Gilbert: ...Wait, you'd use magic on Otto?
Sindre: I have no moral argument against doing so.
Gilbert: Do I have to pay you?
Sindre: Normally I'd say yes.
Sindre: But like I said. Brothers.
Gilbert: Good point.
Sindre: Meet me at the shop at midnight. We’ll figure out something.
Closing his laptop with a snap and tossing it onto his bed, Gilbert reached up into his hair, picking Gilbird up and placing him in his cage next to Bismarck and Gilfish (he usually carted the fish back and forth between home and the shop just to keep an eye on them). "Stay here and don't fight," he said, closing the cage and picking up his bag and a coat as he left, "See you guys later."
A small peep from Gilbird and the Prussian was out the door and down the stairs, not even bothering to lurk around and find out what happened the blond and Feliciano, instead heading straight for his car and sitting inside of it. It was a little past nine. He had time to kill but... He drove around lazily for an hour, maybe going past Ivan's apartment, seeing a blond pulling himself up the fire-escape and tapping at Ivan's window, getting pulled in immediately.
New Gilbert. No way as awesome.
Parking outside of the magic shop he'd once broken into, Gilbert turned off his engine and slipped headphones out of his bag, placing them over his head, closing his eyes and starting to doze all bundled up, alone in his car, waiting for a Norwegian so they could curse his cousin.
Average Friday night.