[incomplete] my pretty baby, I'm falling in love with you

[brotherhedge]

Who: Brother, definitely Val, Jr., Makubex, (all at different times?) and whomever else would like to hop aboard
When: After Brother’s 12th post?
Where: A clearing by the forest/aboard the Celsius
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Brother’s got an airship and he’s willing to let his friends share in on the wealth :3

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[brotherhedge]

Yfacusa was the first one to go investigate the newcomer. The small gray vaguely-humanoid thing peered up at the woman, before flexing her muscles with a triumphant 'Chop!'. Meanwhile, Brother had been reminded of the concept of gravity; having tilted back too far on the platform's railing, he was now upside down and whining a bit. While he did have decent arm strength (the stuff the girls' brought back was often heavy and often Buddy had something constructive he could deflect Brother's attempts to get him to lift it with), but the ability to coordinate and heft his own body escaped him.

He let go after a beat, yelping as he thudded on his head, but rolling to his feet when a familiar voice and a familiar dialect broke through the monotony of Brother talking to himself. "Nhaddie! Pa cdemm, so pnugah raynd!" He hopped the rail, caught his foot on the way down, and spent the time closing the distance between himself and the other Al Bhed sort of falling, sort of tripping, with a one percent dash of walking mixed in.

The tattooed man beamed and held his arms up in a 'Y', somewhere between 'I'm going to hug you' and 'Tada!'. "Famlusa du so muja!" Though whether he was talking about himself or the Celsius was up to interpretation. "Ur nudkid, ruf E'ja seccat fygehk ib cuppehk mega y pypo."

I typed most of this without the translator... I feel worried.

[ihatesandstorms]

And while she owned a similiarly bizarre and as of yet unamed beast - which was 'floon'-ing alone behind her at this very moment, being enamoured of the blonde - Yfacusa was just too weird. She poked it a little before deciding it wouldn't eat her or the purple balloon. Sighing loudly, she just shook her head at the travelling circus that was Brother. Had he gotten more tattoos, or what she imagining things? He really did look more like his sperm donor than she expected. From what she remembered of Cid, anyhow.

"Lymm sa dryd ykyeh yht E'mm neb ouin ryen uid," she chirped. Or, in Nhadalian: Hi, how are you? She absolutely hated cutesy deviations on her name. Only Gippal was allowed to get away with it, and only because you couldn't tell the hard-headed xiycemaytan anything.

"Oui cdemm fyga ib lnoehk?" Nhadala rubbed at her forehead with her wrist, somewhat amused. "Ysydain." She glanced around. It was less chaotic than she expected, and also made her miss her hover.

"... Cu cruf sa ynuiht."

You did good bb <3

[brotherhedge]

And if Nhadala had mentioned that little factoid, Brother probably would have burst out in a mixture of rage and hysterics. He was not his sire in the slightest way, damn it. He has hair, no matter how little there was; it was present in a little cropping. Therefore, he and his father were visibly dissimilar enough. Also, the tattoos helped.

Brother would probably genuinely cry if he went bald. "Yf, cyhtdnyb, tuh'd pa cu lniam du dra veyhlaa dryd oui knuiht ihtan ouin puud mega cu syho lnuheac." Yfacusa studied the pokemon floating behind Nhadala, but was distracted by Brother calling her name as he sort of lunged like he was going to hug Nhadala, or at least the hand with the booze in it.

"Cusadesac. Pid drah E ghuf frydajan rybbahat dra tyo pavuna ryt du pa lusbmadamo yfacusa- hu hu, Yfacusa, hud oui." He patted his pet on the frills, going back to the platform and gesturing for Nhadala to follow. "Frana du vencd, kukkma myto?"

[ihatesandstorms]

Maybe she was just biased as far as Brother went, having grown up in Bikanel and remembering (very vaguely - she wasn't that old) when he was just a newborn. He'd been ikmo. Wrinkly and red. Seeing someone as a baby really took the shimmer off. Assuming they had any to begin with - in this case, it didn't seem likely.

And bald he would soon be if he didn't stop it with the squishy soubriquets. She gave her shoulders an irritable little shrug, laughing mirthless. "Nhadala. Hud cyhtdnyb. Yht oui pnuikrd ed uh ouincamv!" She considered not giving it to him, but decided not to risk one of his unspiraly wails. They might shatter the bottle, and she sure as shoopuf did not want that stuff all over her new coat.

"... Oui hysat ed yfacusa?" Without waiting for an answer, she grinned, wiping her goggles on her duster as was her habit. "Dra bemud'c cdydeuh. Ed'c dra sucd esbundyhd bynd. E fyhd du caa ed."