The Binding of Isaac

[gamemakers]

Who| All those who signed up for the plot!
What| Capitol rebels attempt a break in and dismantling of dangerous weaponry.
Where| In a warehouse just beyond the very end of the cityline
When| Some time following Arena 13
WARNINGS| Please specify warnings in tag headers.
NOTES | Remember that if you did not sign up, it will be assumed you are not participating in the plot. Plotting can be found here! IC plotting is here!

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[metalicarus]

He scoffed and shook his head. "You can have 'em, I'll take chocolate any day. 'Specially milk chocolate." He didn't really care about them one way or the other, they'd been a bigger deal with Albert trying to hide them from him, not cause he thought Jet would take them but because he didn't want to admit he'd missed them. Admittedly, Jet had given him a bit of a hard time about it when he found out.

His expression turned serene even as his stomach twisted at the reminder of what Sam had told him not long before. Albert might still be alive, those happy memories might not be as bittersweet as Jet had thought. But it wasn't confirmation, Jet trusted Sam but he also trusted his own two eyes and he couldn't let the possibility get his hopes too high.

But at least there was now hope to be had.

"How long've we got till we fly the coup?"

[carnagecarnival]

"FUUUUUCK, IF THAT AIN'T SOUNDING LIKE SOME MIRACLES RIGHT NOW," He drawls. Sweets. Goddamn he loved sweets. Was one of the best things about this place, all the fish he didn't have to catch, all the sweetness he didn't have to barter for. Chocolate and gummies and crickets by the motherfucking bag. So damn good.

When he gets back. Mirth, there were so many things now going on that last of When returns is the haps. It just kept growing and growing and he wonders to himself why he didn't do it all sooner. He wonders if he should give up having a list at all.

Because it's things like that question that erase the youth from his expression and pull back on his sweeps. It builds up the subjugglator all over again and there's nothing he can, or should do to fight it.

They need a leader, he reminds himself. Very seriously he says, "Shouldn't be long now. MUCH LONGER AND WE'LL LOST AT ON OUR TIME. Ain't got no intention for doing that."

[metalicarus]

He felt bad for asking, for breaking the mood, but it was bound to be broken soon anyway. This was still a mission, after all.

He nodded his understanding and gave Initiate's hand another squeeze. He had Jet's support to the end of time, even when things had to go from candy and tribbles to war and espionage.

"Good." He didn't necessarily want everyone he cared about in danger, but the sooner things got rolling, the less antsy he'd feel.

[carnagecarnival]

He squeezes back once more, the starts to pull away. First to let go.

Back on Alternia, the only ones he had proper trust and faith in were the Messiahs. Only they could give him what he wanted. Only they would fail to betray. Sometimes he thinks he may have driven himself made with voodoo on purpose as a beacon call to them, just to hear their voices in his thinkpan. But Messiahs had a universe and all time to look on after. He was just one troll.

Finally, here, he's got his family. He could outlive the whole of this war, but he couldn't do it without them. He was fighting for them. Or so help him, he would find a means of saving them. Including Jet.

He rises up, giving one glance back, a small thankful smile playing at the corner of his lips, even as he's put on the subjugglator's face. "SHOULD BE GETTING TO THEM. Gotta get about announcing our going. I'LL CATCH ON UP WITH YOU WHEN AT WE GET TO MOVE, AY?"