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And I thought these goddamn things couldn't get creepier. Has anyone else come up with a better idea for why these things look like people they shouldn't, yet? Because I've still just got that this creep's been watching us before we got here, long enough to know what their faces look like, and that's just unsettling as hell.

[There's a pause there.]

If one more fucking pumpkin whines at me for not saving them or bitches at me about something I don't even fucking understand, I'm just smashing the lot of them.

Actually, shit, I think I'll just do that anyway.

[She'll be leaving the line of pumpkins for the people here entirely alone, though. She'll not be smashing anything that looks like her, or any of the other people here, until she knows the effect that destroying it will have. Random NPC pumpkins, though, sure. Reply via journal, or pester her while smashing?]

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[Hi, Ryn. He's out here too, zapping pumpkins with his dehydration gun. He's not messing with anyone's pumpkins at the Keep either, but randoms? Definitely.]

It's rather therapeutic though, I'll give them that.

[After Bryn's episode, he's...definitely feeling the urge to be destructive towards something.]

[...okay, now that? Is fucking cool.]

That? Is fucking awesome.

[Oh, right. He'd said something.]

Suppose you're right. There is a certain amount of satisfaction in shutting them up.

[Oh, he knows, he knows.]

What, this? [Oh, he's going to just show off a little and twirl the gun around his fingers then destroy another pumpkin.]

Oh yes, quite. [Except he hasn't destroyed HIS yet because...there's just something about shooting yourself in the face that bothers him.]

[Hey, with something like that? He can show off all he wants.]

How the hell did you manage to make that with the shit they've got here? Or were you lucky enough to be carrying it with you?

[Jealousy, Ryn has it a bit.]

Not that I know most of the ones I'm smashing, or care what they're saying. But they're still annoying little shits.

[Yeah, she hasn't, either. Destroying something like that willy nilly usually has negative consequences, on her world.]

I always carry it on my person – handy little gadget to have, wouldn’t you agree? [He smirks - he can’t help it, honestly. It’s nice to have someone appreciate something that he himself had built, because few enough people here really could.]

It’s an upgrade of a prototype that I designed when I was a child.

[He eyes the pumpkins that he’s destroying – his is somewhere off to his left, still whispering his failures for all to hear, mocking him even now.

His expression narrows and he clutches his gun briefly, but doesn’t move in that direction.]

Agreed wholeheartedly, Miss Ryn.

Hell, yeah, I agree. You were smart - most advanced things I had on me was my cell phone and iPod, which aren't much damn use now.

[And she gives a bit of an impressed whistle.]

As a kid? You started early, didn't you? All I had to work on as a kid was my dad's boat.

[Her own expression darkens a bit at that. Normally she has no problem talking about her dad, but finding his pumpkin made it a little bit harder.

She catches his movements, but doesn't comment on them. This shit is ridiculous enough without her prying into things.]

Just more proof that you're one of the smartest ones in this fucking place.

Not unless the parts are salvageable. [He suddenly looks hopeful.] You ah. Haven't opened them up at all, have you? Because they might just be useful after all. In one way or another.

[A nod.]

Of course. While the other soft headed fools in my class were singing the Itsy Bitsy Spee-ider, I was learning to dehydrate and rehydrate animate objects at will. [With a deft flick he changes the function of the gun back to dehydrate and promptly turns a pumpkin into a little cube.]

A bit like that, only I used my ah. Loyal henchfish as a bit of a guinea pig.

[His thoughts are brought full circle and away from the pumpkins with that comment and he preens a little, puffing up a bit like a peacock.]

Well, of course I am. I am a genius, after all. A criminally gifted one at that, if I do say so myself.

[The hopeful expression makes her grin a bit.] No, I've not touched them at all. If you want the cell phone, it's yours, I sure as hell can't be doing anything with it.

[Though she's keeping the iPod for herself. There's music and pictures on there, it's at least good for something. Not that there's not a few pictures on her phone, but those are less important.

And hello, little pumpkin cube. The bit of impressed jealousy is back, now. Between his awesome gun and now a henchfish - which she doesn't kind kind of cute at all - he's rather effectively distracted her from her anger.]

I bet your henchfish protested being used as a guinea pig a hell of a lot less than my dad protested me tinkering with his crap.

[She smirks slightly at that.]

No arguments from me. And not just because you agreed with me, or because half the people here don't even know what the hell a car is.

Really? [Oh, Ryn he could hug you if you weren't in danger of being harpooned with spikes. As it is, he looks positively gleeful at that. You made his day.]

Aha, well. You obviously didn't know Minion, then. [Granted, Minion didn't complain much until they'd grown up...

And he catches that look, and oh dammit Ryn he can't help but show off.]

I've got a few little tricks up my sleeve - would you like to see another? [IT's helping him, too.]

[His glee is infectious, and she smiles at him.]

Sure. Stop by my room whenever you want, I'll hand it over. If you manage to do anything with the damn thing, though, you've got to show me.

[His henchfish is named Minion? That's - not at all adorable. Nope. It is kind of awesome, though.]

Aren't minions supposed to come along with minimal protesting?

[And then she grins.]

Hell, yeah.

Fantastic!

[He is giddy, so giddy; and then he's nodding frantically, eyes wide--]

Yes yes, of course, anything I come up with is fair game, certainly I'll show you.

[Of course his henchfish is named Minion. What else would he be called. Gosh Ryn.]

You would think, right?! There is no limit with him, though. You'd quite like him, I think. [Of course, he's...quickly realizing Ryn is...probably the first person at the Keep to really hear any mention of Minion.]

Right, well. [He slides the gun back into it's holster - it needs time to recharge itself anyway - he's found that here he needs longer spells between uses for it to recharge itself. Irritating, that.]

Recently we were, ah...gifted with various objects from out home, and. Well. I happened to receive one of my earlier inventions. I call it the Retro Ray.

[He gestures excitedly - come along, Ryn - follow the spider to his parlor.]

[And her smile just widens.]

Fair trade, then.

[Of course. How silly of her. But there's a slight chuckle at that.]

Shame I can't meet him, then. I suppose agreeing to be a guinea pig accompanied by a never ending string of complaints is better than no guinea pig at all.

[Which is why she used to do a lot of her projects in secret, back when she was younger. Her dad or boss might've whinged at her about it, but by the time they found out, they couldn't have stopped her. And that's all right - Megamind's pretty much the first person here she's really mentioned much of anything in depth about the place she'd come from.]

Did you? Is this something that happens often, or was it just the one time?

[She's follow along eagerly after him as she asks - she's more than happy to head into the spider's web if it means getting to see more things that were invented after the 13th century.]

I suppose - though I wouldn't say he is always so willing. And you might yet meet him. [People showed up all the time, right? Megamind was still hoping against hope that the fish would arrive.]

So far, it's only been a one time thing. A man can dream, though.

[Come along, Ryn - he hasn't got all day, you know.

He leads her directly to his room, fumbling a little at first with the doorknob because hang on just a second he's bringing another woman into his quarters and how does this keep happening he cannot brain it.

Pulling it out of it's secret storage space, he pulls the dust cover off that he'd filched from the clothier, and proudly displays the ray gun.]

Flip this switch, and it adjusts the decade. [They aren't labeled, which would probably explain why Claudia and Sollux had gotten such randomized results.]

It's a bit tetchy ever since that female took it apart, I've been trying to tweak it back to it's original settings but you'll have to forgive it if it's a bit glitchy. Try not to point it at anything important.

Namely me.

[He offers it to her.]

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I'll look forward to it, if it ever happens.

[Yeah, she's with him there. She's still hoping the Sins will show up, not that she'll admit it.]

I'll add my dreams to yours, and maybe we can get a repeat. Or, in my case, a first time.

[Fuck, she wants a car. Especially hers, or her bike, though at this point she'd take anything.

Also, it happens because you're just that awesome, Megamind. All the keep ladies want into your quarters.

Ryn follows him in, watching him go to retrieve the gun, and not bothering to hide her excitement. It's not an engine, but it's something, and it's awesome. And oh shit, she gets to play with it. She takes it with a grin.]

Are you particularly attached to your bed?

You ought too. He's really quite the character. [Talking about Minion sends a pang though him, but he doesn't show it.

Or at least, he doesn't think he does. He's making an effort not to let it show how much it bothers him that Minion isn't here.]

Fantastic. Perhaps the staff can be persuaded to drop a little something off for you.

[He raises her a brow.]

Not particularly, though I have a bit of an aversion to shag. Luckily, the affects aren't permanent here. It'll wear off in a bit. By all means, Ryn. Do turn my bed into a bawdy, 70s themed boudoir.

Just smash them. They're insults to the real ones.

The fucking things they're saying? I'm inclined to agree with you. You taken your own advice yet?

Yeah...

[He seems to drift off there for a bit. Zachariah isn't used to losing his temper, especially not on something like a pumpkin.]

They deserve better than that.

Not all of them. I've found a few I know that deserve worse than being reduced to a pumpkin whispering nonsense and subsequently smashed.

[She pauses.]

But some of them, yes. Particularly since we still don't know how the fuck this guy knew about them to do this.

Well, I guess so.

[Course he's a forgive and forget kind of guy. Except when it comes to Gerard anyway.]

That's uh, that's a good point.

Though it did mean I had to be seeing some people I never wanted to look at again.

[Ryn's kind of not. Well, not about some things, anyway.]

Yeah. Was talking to a girl earlier, before the little shits started talking, about how the hell he could know what these people look like. Guess we better add in how he knows what they sound like, and how he can replicate it.

[She's betting some form of telepathy, which just pisses her the fuck off. Ryn doesn't want anyone in her head, thanks. Especially not anyone who's not Aiden, and even then she hadn't been exactly happy.]

Oh, sorry about that.

[He hasn't seen anyone he hasn't wanted to see, but then again he's not actively looking for them either. He's just doing his best to ignore them right now.]

They've got no microphones. I putt my fist through one and didn't find a thing.

[Unfortunately he's new to this whole magic and powers stuff so he's not sure what to think about that.]

Don't be, it's not your fault.

[She gets the intention behind the words, though.]

But thanks. I've not seen anything, either. It was probably too much to be hoping that these things would have a fucking easily findable solution. And one marginally less creepy than what I've been able to come up with.

Yeah I know, it's just, I know how you feel.

I'm just ignoring them. As long as I'm working on something they're easy to drown out.

Suppose you do. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about that for you, as well.

[She grimaces.]

That's what I've been doing, as well. Really, it's the ones that I've got no idea what they're on about that're the most annoying.

[Possibly because she's either smashing the others, or more than aware that they're saying things the real ones would never say.]

What're you working on?

Don't worry about.

[That thing wasn't his mother. It was just some poor imitation.]

Made some scarecrows a while ago. Right now I'm working on some equipment for a friend. Taking longer than I thought. I'm still trying to get used to this forge.

[She smiles slightly.]

You got it. I'll save my worrying for other things. I've got a pretty small store of it, after all.

[Her interest is caught a bit at that.]

There's a forge here? Don't supposed you'd be willing to show me it, some time? Not that I'll know what the hell to do with it, but it'd be nice to see.

Right, can't have you using it up too quickly then.

[He chuckles.]

Oh yeah sure, it's not my workshop but, well, it's something.

[His chuckle is met with one of her own.]

Be a bloody shame if I didn't have any left for when it was really needed.

[Yeah, she agrees with him there.]

And something is a damn sight better than nothing, in a place like this. I was getting antsy enough without this pumpkin crap. Though I suppose at least this's given me something to do, in smashing them.

Be careful, you might use it all up worrying about not being able to worry when you need to.

Well drop by whenever you want. I'm still new at this smithy stuff but I think I'm getting the hang of it.

[She laughs at that.]

Suppose that means I'm doomed either way, doesn't it? I'll just have to distract myself from worrying.

[She smiles.]

Thanks. I'll be taking you up on that, sometime.

[When whatever the hell is up with these pumpkins is over, and she's not busy smashing the shit out of them.]

That sounds great! I mean uh, the visiting part, not the uh, not that doomed bit.

[Don't sound too excited there buddy.]

And if you ever need something made or fixed just give me a holler.

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