audio > loved

[perfectible]

[ you can't see anything, it's simply audio and there's a rustling before you hear a soft, slightly distressed voice.] No, please don't post it, I'll be fi--- [ the daemon takes over and sounds downright cheery about it.]

Everyone, I am Loved and I'd like to introduce Betty Cooper! She's brand new here and a bit shy! Go check out her Synchr profile, attached below. She needs friends!

[ the attachment is then posted. ]

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audio; daemon; crowned

[novelizes]

[ he knows that voice automatically. he doesn't even need to be told who it belongs to as soon as he heard her voice he knows and while on one hand he's never been more relieved to hear her voice, he's also worried about her being here. still another part can't help but think saving their world will be a lot easier with the two of them together. which means he needs to get to her, asap. ]

Betty? It's me. Where are you?

[perfectible]

Juggie? [ the relief in her voice is probably palpable. she breathes out his name like a prayer and for a moment, she lets herself hope. god, she hopes this isn't trick.

her daemon speaks before she can answer:] We are located at the Central Citadel, Jughead Jones.

[novelizes]

[ he can hear it, the relief in her voice, and it's echoed in his own. this isn't a dream, he tells himself. this is real and she's here. ]

I'll be there in a bit. Wait for me and then we can talk.

[ and he grabs his bag with his laptop and daemon and heads out, all but running to central citadel in order to see her again. when he gets there, he requests his daemon to pinpoint her location so he can hurry there. ]

[perfectible]

[ betty is about as fresh off the boat as you can be. she's been here a few hours and has been wandering the city, feeling lost and overwhelmed and grieving for their home, thinking it might be lost if she can do what she can to save it. it feels like an impossible task, a burden she might not be able to shoulder. solving jason blossom's murder feels like childsplay compared to this.

suddenly, it feels less unlikely, knowing jughead was here.] Okay, I'm not going anywhere. [ she sits down on a bench near what seems to be a dance club, arms folding and unfolding over her chest, her eyes scanning the crowd. and when she sees him, she doesn't hesitate and making her way towards him.

and the moment she can, she pulls him into her arms, tears welling up in her eyes because god, she's so glad he's here.]

[novelizes]

[ as she wraps her arms around him, he breathes a sigh of relief. his own arms easily come up to surround her and soon enough, he's tilting his head to kiss her. because it's been a couple weeks for him without her and it's been an ache in his chest wondering if she survived the storm or not. ]

[perfectible]

[ she kisses him back, completely unaware of the time that has separated them. the last thing she remembers is the storm that started that night she was at the trailer, when they'd been so close to...

her hands move to hold his face, drawing out the kiss for a little longer.] God, Jug, we have to do something.

[novelizes]

[ a small noise escapes him as she lengthens the kiss, making him settle his hands on her hips to pull her closer. they'd come so close to being together in every way imaginable before being interrupted. but he's not thinking about that now. he's thinking about how soft her lips are and what she says. ]

We do. I've been trying to find out more since I've been here, but a war broke out. This place is dangerous, Betts. More dangerous that anything I think we've ever encountered.

[perfectible]

[ she looks at him, confused, her brow furrowing.] I just saw you, last night. [ her hands move to his chest, fingers curling at the fabric of his jacket, looking worried and feeling more than a little unnerved by his words.]

How dangerous?

audio > bellamid

[rekt]

[ l-lol. well this awkward, but not the first time it's seen it happen to people. ]

God, I'm glad my daemon ended up a big stupid moose no one pays attention to.

[perfectible]

Mine has... strong opinions on things. [ sigh.] Yours is a moose? As in an actual moose?

[ audio | sabellad ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki is relieved Sabella never feels the need to take over. At least, not yet. ]

Yes, I can see you are bound to make plenty of friends this way.

[perfectible]

Trust me, it's not my preferred method.

[dothelokimotion]

What is your preferred method?

[perfectible]

Meeting people more organically, talking to them, that kind of thing.

[dothelokimotion]

Would you really consider meeting people in a pocket universe while the rest of the dimensions are collapsing "organic"?

[perfectible]

Well, no. Not exactly.

[dothelokimotion]

Then perhaps thinking in organic terms or any sort of normalcy is overrated.

throws nico at her too i guess. daemon; quothed

[deathkid]

Well, that's one way to go about it. At least yours isn't as mouthy as mine.

Fuck off. [ says quothed. ]

See what I mean?

:3

[perfectible]

Is it always so rude?

[deathkid]

Ever since I asked it to say "Nevermore." It's a raven.

[perfectible]

I mean... I almost can't blame you?

[deathkid]

Talking raven? Styx, yeah, I'd want him to say it. Naturally, he won't.

Daemon: calypsod, audio

[leovaldez]

[ Leo's laughing as he answers the network message that's gone out. Another victim of the rogue daemon. ]

Hi Betty. No need to be shy.

[perfectible]

My daemon seems to think I am.

[leovaldez]

Is it wrong?