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Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up from a deep and dreamless sleep to find yourself lying among the ruins of a burnt-out, empty town. Your head aches and your limbs are stiff. The ground here is scrubby with half-grown plants and barren stone, and while there are a few buildings - most notably the large, empty hunting lodge at the center of the town - there is no sign of life.

Almost no sign. Wander around, and you may start to spot others like you, lost among the bones of empty buildings and abandoned firepits. Perhaps you’ll enter the lodge, which is still more or less whole, and find the bloodstains on the wooden walls, the meat hooks waiting empty in the kitchen. Perhaps you’ll discover, among the empty huts, graffiti scrawled in rusty red: TAGE LIVES.

Perhaps, out of the corner of your eye, you might see a flicker of movement; a figure that looks almost, but not quite, human. These figures will not attack you–in fact, if you approach or call out to them, they will quickly flee, vanishing into the ruins–but they watch you from afar, and you can’t quite shake the sense that they’re waiting for something.

Maybe you shouldn’t hang around to find out what.

SCENARIO TWO

You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. There are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

SCENARIO THREE

Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS.
PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST.

*** TODAY’S TOP POST ***

018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> I'm booored. Who wants to play Twenty Questions? It's like… You choose a thing, right? And say you're ready to play, I suppose. And then someone else will ask you twenty yes/no questions to try and guess what the thing is! It HAS to be questions that can be answered with "yes" or "no".

Entertain me, network friends!

SCENARIO FOUR

The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

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[Basil doesn't want to go back into the city.

After his experience in the Pale- after what he was forced to go through with countless people, only managing to finally escape with Max and Gladion's help- he would much rather avoid Bavan for as long as he can get away with. He knows, logically, that the strange Fog is gone now. Things are "back to normal" as they tend to be towards the end of the month, but he's still feeling unsure. Restless. But there are things in the city he has to (no, wants) to do. He wants to help Horatio with the Community Garden. He wants to walk with Max to the bus stop to see her off to school. And the Gargoyle in him wants to fly, even though he can't yet figure out how to get his wings to work. He wants to keep doing these things.

Which is why he's here. Today he's actually on a trip to the hardware store, not for gardening supplies because you don't need those when your own two hands have become shovels, but to see if there are any new sprouts he can add to his collection he's refurnishing in his bedroom after accidentally torching the previous ones.

He might have missed somebody walking right out into traffic, if they hadn't done it just a foot or two in front of him.]

Wh- hey!

[It's a reflex as Basil moves without thinking, reaching out and grabbing Sunny by the wrist to pull him back just as a car speeds past, honking angrily at him on its way. A monster, maybe, would have survived being struck. This boy...would not have. And with as close of a call as it is, Basil is left with his scales rattling fearfully as he takes a small step back on the sidewalk.]

H-hey, are you o-

[......

He takes another step back. Then another.

No. No, it...it can't be. The Pale, the things he was seeing before...they're all gone now, right?

He's not real. There's no way.

Basil wishes he had Max's music. Kate Bush to drown it all out. To bring him back to reality. Except that this is reality, he just doesn't want to believe it.

Sunny can't be here. Not in this horrible place.]

S......Sunny?

_{[ Sunny hadn't been paying too much attention to what some of the residents around here looked like. He had seen some colorful figures in the distance that weren't human, but with his overactive imagination, he often saw monsters in his dreams. They were friendly. They were kind.. but some of them were not.

Suddenly, a strong grip has him by the arm and he's pulled back. Never in his life has anyone cared about him to try and save him from.. anything. Nobody besides.. well.. that guy. That guy he was trying to forget. In fact, he didn't even remember what Basil sounded like at this point. He hadn't heard him speak in real life in so long; the small voice he had in his dreams was from a twelve your old Basil, not one who has a deeper voice now.

Sunny jerks his hand back because that felt.. so very weird. So very real. This was real? Was it real? Who and what was this creature?

His hands tremble violently, his whole body beginning to shake from there as he takes an uneasy step back. If this was real, this was a real monster. Logically, someone would run right away, but Sunny has always been fascinated with the odd and strange. Plus, this thing knew his name, but the way he's looking at Basil clearly shows he has no idea who or what he is. ]}

[It’s when Sunny jerks back like that, flinching away like he’s been struck, that Basil remembers himself. He’s…not a human anymore. He changed all at once at the Palazzo, gruesome and painful, and now he’s a Gargoyle for real. A Pangolin, more specifically, but he doubts Sunny cares about semantics just now. He tenses, his tail and ears perking, before all at once he just…seems to fold into himself. He brings his limbs close- tail and wings included- as if to try to get as small as he possibly can. And like this he is actually quite small, only a little taller than Sunny but not much bigger.]

I’m sorry! I- no…

[He can feel it. The panic, trying to well up in his chest. It makes him want to turn and flee, to leave the city and go back to the Palazzo and pretend this didn’t happen. It’s probably just another hallucination, but…

Why does it feel so real, this time? Why is this happening?]

I’m…I’m not going to hurt you.

[Basil is unrecognizable right now, yet…maybe some parts ring oddly familiar. His wide, green eyes. The overalls he wears, a crochet sunflower pinned to his chest. Instead of his pink flower, the horns growing from his head grow flowers themselves. Incidentally today they’re cherry blossoms, bright pink blooms with petals that shake from his head as he trembles.]

_{[ It made logical sense to Sunny that this was just some dream of his, especially of this unrecognizable creature knew his name. Though.. something was different.. it knew his real name and not the name of his alter. Something about it seems familiar. Something about it seemed nostalgic. His expression shifts from something terrified to something puzzled, his eyes squinting as the gears are turning in his little traumatized brain.

Sunny was a smart kid even if his imagination got him in trouble. He was perceptive, but since he's been living in a dream world for such a long time, it's hard to distinguish the days. It's hard to distinguish the years. It's hard to remember people and things.

Sunny decides ultimately, this creature did save him and sounds just about as shaky as he does (when he does speak) but he's still unsure if what he is living in is reality.

Only one way to find out which we will get to that in a moment. ]}

Protect me.

_{[ Oh. Demanding little thing, isn't he? It might be a good thing he doesn't recognize this is Basil, actually. ]}

[It’s…an uncomfortable dilemma. The others who saw him after his change- Komaeda, Ingo- they recognized he was himself immediately. So immediately that it shocked Basil, yet they’d told him that even if his appearance changed, everything else about him was still…Basil. But that doesn’t seem to be the case here, not that he can blame Sunny. But where Sunny scarcely remembers him at all, Basil remembers Sunny quite well. Uncomfortably so.

…it’s tempting to just. Let Sunny keep thinking he’s just some random monster. He’s not…someone he should know. As much as it hurts to think that way…it feels like it would be easier. He would be free from having to try to awkwardly explain himself, explain everything. In the end though, he isn’t sure.

Basil swallows, and as his jaws part to breathe, Sunny will be able to see how sharp his teeth are. He’s like a small dragon.]

I…I’ll protect you. [Of course he will. He ALWAYS will.] I promise.

[Selfish. He’s so selfish.

But he can’t beat the urge back quickly enough. He’s been having such a hard time, and he remembers how nice it felt to walk arm in arm with Gladion and Max. He held Gladion’s vines to keep from getting lost. He gripped Max’s elbow, staying close so her music filled his ears.

Before he can stop himself, Basil is reaching again for Sunny’s hand.]

We…we shouldn’t be in the street. It isn’t safe here.

_{[ Basil is his friend-- his long time best friend. Childhood friend, even. But Something happened between them and Sunny cannot remember what it was, but his defense mechanism considers Basil a threat now-- somebody to be forgotten because the pain associated with him is too severe.

No wonder his mind is fuzzy. The last time he saw Basil was probably at Mari's funeral (if he even attended), but he had blocked out most of that. He had blocked out the way his parents cried and the way the preacher kept talking about how could such a beautiful young lady take her own life. Sunny had blocked out how his parents fought so much after Mari's death and how ultimately his father left them. There's very little he can remember and all that he can remember are the good things. His memory is spotty and although he hasn't completely forgotten Basil, he's forgotten how green his eyes are-- the exact color of his flaxen hair. He just remembers 12 year old Basil, full of joy and life and passion before Something happened.

He'll recognize this as Basil, or a figment of his imagination playing tricks on him. An imaginary Basil.

His hand gently curls around Basil's unnerving feeling hand. ]}

Take me to a store.

_{[ ??? ]}

[It’s as scary as it is relieving that Sunny isn’t running away from him. He actually takes his hand, and Basil feels his chest tighten. Sunny’s hand is normal…his is not. It’s covered in black lizard skin (soft, but certainly inhuman), and his claws are so large he doesn’t even really have fingers anymore. Just the claws.

He holds Sunny’s hand because it’s all he knows to do to make sure he doesn’t disappear, but before he can try to lead Sunny somewhere…]

H…huh? A…store?

[???????]

_{[ He's keenly aware of the odd different in their hands-- both in size and in texture. But it was all just imaginary; this world he was in that seemed like it was unsafe. There was only one thing to do when things didn't seem safe.

Sunny's gaze is lacking so much spark and joy it used to have. The lights went out in them during that one tragic day, but something about them still seemed so.. curious. So child-like. He was sixteen, almost seventeen, but he still called his mother "Mommy" and he still held onto all of his old childhood toys.

That's because the alter that lurks inside of him is still 12.

Sunny doesn't say anything, but the way he's staring at Basil should show that he's serious about this. In fact, his knees lock up and prevent them from moving until Basil can assure him they're going to a store. ]}

[Something is wrong. Sunny was acting strange (understandably) when Basil first saw him and Kel together. He was still…Sunny, but Basil knew the source behind his silence, the different way he seemed to behave, or lack thereof. Yet despite all of that he’d somehow been dragged outside for the first time in four years. It was surprising to Basil, then, just as much as learning that Sunny was moving had been.

But this is even stranger. Something about Sunny now unsettles him. It’s different compared to the awkward unease between them before. But since they’re here in Ryslig and not home…Basil doesn’t have his room he can hide in. He has the Palazzo, which has become his home, but…

He can’t just leave Sunny right now. Even if he doesn’t understand.]

U-um. I was…going to the hardware store. Is that okay…?

_{[ They have A lot of Explaining To Do at some point, but right now, Sunny has his mind set on something else. His knees unlock and his posture softens slightly. His dark eyes travel up and down this monster figure that he's just holding hands with so naturally and it begins to dawn on him that.. this is Basil. Some kind of Basil.

But there's no way it's the real Basil. There's no way this is reality. This is something he's never experienced before.

He nods slowly and then adds: ]}

For plants?

[Basil tenses. His eyes widen a fraction, making him look more cartoonish than he did to begin with. The tip of his tail moves unconsciously, and he can’t help the weird little flutter of hope in his chest. It’s mingled with all sorts of other awful things, of course, but he tries to ignore that for now.

He nods, starting to walk. It wasn’t that far, and as long as Basil is with him Sunny shouldn’t be harassed by the welcome wagon.]

Yes…I want to hang some terrariums in my room.

[Basil’s hoarding instincts manifest with two things: plants, and rocks. He already has too many of the latter.]

Sunny, I…. […] Do you recognize me?

Only one person in the world who would want to protect me.

_{[ Because he's trash. Unlovable. Nothing is special about him besides his mind which both entertains and torments him. His mom cannot keep their pantry stocked, even, which is why he eats so much cheap ramen it makes him sick. She doesn't care, no matter how much she says she does. His father is gone, so he doesn't care either, and none of his friends besides Kel even bothered to see if he was doing okay. Mari truly was the glue that held them altogether, and with her out of the picture, it's nothing. Sunny feels responsible but he doesn't know why.

Sunny got to see Basil every day in his mind. He got to see the Basil he remembers. The Basil that was his friend. ]}

You're Basil.

_{[ But he's very.. nonreactive about this because he firmly believes this is just his mind playing tricks again. ]}

[His answer is simple, yet it leaves Basil wanting to cry all the same. You’re Basil.

He doesn’t realize Sunny thinks he’s not real. It’s probably for the best he doesn’t.

Basil looks ahead for a moment, nodding shakily as he brings his free hand up to rub at his nose. It’s so long now that he is always so aware of it, and it twitches as he sniffs and tries to keep himself on an even keel. There’s of course a very real possibility the Pale never left, and he’s just seeing what he wants to see.

Maybe that’s okay, if so.]

Y…yes. I’m Basil. I know I look…scary, right now. But I’m still me.

[They’re coming up on the next city block, now. Just across the street is the hardware store where he met Silvally for the first time. It feels like that happened yesterday, but it was a whole month ago now…]

I can…explain. B-but I don’t have to right now. It’s a lot.

Yes. You look terrifying.

_{[ Vacant and dry as ever, Sunny was mostly an honest kid and Basil should know that. He somehow is able to keep it under wraps that he thinks this world is just some part of Headspace. After all, it would be just like his dreams to have a desolate land followed by a city where creatures and humans coexist.

This is clearly the only delusional reason why Sunny hadn’t fallen into a full blown panic attack. He can’t determine fiction from what is real right now since he’s been closed up in his house even during a stressful time.

As soon as he sees the building that looks like a hardware store, his pace will pick up, letting go of Basil and walking in front of him.

Because that’s what he does in his dreams. He’s the leader. ]}

[Oof. Basil sort of...laughs nervously, because Sunny isn’t wrong. It stings- he can’t help it- but he won’t say anything. He just tries to take it in stride, nodding so fast his ears flop a little.]

L-like I said, I can explain, I just- ah-?

[Suddenly, Sunny has pulled away and is taking the lead. It prompts Basil to speed up, trotting along behind him like a lost puppy.]

Sunny! Wait up!

_{[ The solution is simple. When his dreams became a reality that was unsafe that he didn’t like, it was time to wake himself up. It was time to go back to White Space and reset; where he could try to be safe again.

Sunny doesn’t take the time to marvel at the shop and compare it to the Fix It shop back in Faraway Town and the memories that go along with it— all of them going there to gather supplies to build their treehouse that one summer— he’s on a mission to find a particular item— something that can be equipped for his safety. He comes across some knives for camping as opposed to the kitchen knife that he was used to using. Slowly and carefully, he picks up one that resembles the kitchen knife the most and looks down at it, not recognizing the reflection that is in it.

This should do. ]}

[Basil normally would be out of breath trying to catch up, but for once he’s not. The fundamental difference being that he’s a monster now, and Sunny is still fully human. Basil has monster strength, and could easily walk- or even run- twice the length Sunny could. But he’s still nervous and unsure, and Sunny…he lets Sunny lead, all the way until they reach the back of the store.

Basil stops a foot or two away, holding his hands anxiously in front of him. He remembers now. Sunny…he attacked Aubrey with a knife. A real one. He’d never seen him do anything like that before, and it scared him then. It scares him now, as he realizes Sunny has found another.]

S…sunny?

_{[ It didn’t matter. None of this mattered. The fact Basil was here didn’t matter and neither did it matter that he was a monster thing. What mattered is this was an unfamiliar dream and Sunny has been spending his most recent days with a blurred concept of reality and identity. He was acting more like Omori because that’s who was influencing him more than anything else right now. He was losing his sense of self and his surroundings.

It didn’t matter that he would plunge this knife into his belly where no blood would spill out in a public area because this public area didn’t exist and neither did Basil.

Sunny handles the knife with confidence, all too trained by Omori’s adventures in Headspace. There was an oddly confident air about Sunny since he had conquered some of his fears while being home bound. The knife flares out to the side. ]}

This isn’t real. It’s a dream I’ve never had before and I don’t like it.

_{[ He pauses. There’s apart of him that thinks maybe he’s wrong. After all, Basil called him Sunny and not Omori. He felt how warm his friend’s hand was.. he felt the breeze on his face.

But then again… he’s imagined those sensations before too. Besides, who cares at this point even if it is real. He’s a monster and should die. ]}

You’re not real either.

_{[ The blade turns inward, teasing to plunge into his stomach but stops.. his heart beginning to pound. He’s done this a thousand times in his head, but something about his body resists for a moment. ]}

Edited 2023-04-14 19:59 (UTC)

[When Sunny moves the knife quickly to his side, Basil flinches back. Despite the power he has at his disposal- sharp teeth, sharp claws, even fire- Basil is still not equipped to actually make use of these things effectively. All it would take for Sunny to get him to back off is one point of that knife in his direction. That doesn't seem to be his aim here, though, as he stands there in the middle of the aisle (where it is blessedly devoid of other people) and declares to Basil that none of this is real.

It's a valid assumption to make. Basil didn't believe it was real either. It took a lot of talk and convincing for him to come to the understanding that he wasn't dreaming. Everything he was seeing, feeling, and going through...it was all real, no matter how terrifying and hard to believe. To that end, Basil knows he has no right to argue. Why should Sunny believe him?

It's a dream I've never had before, he calls it.]

I-

[He stammers, but before he can do or say anything else, Sunny has taken that knife and pointed it towards himself. Basil can hardly believe what he's seeing, and the mere thought causes ice to settle in his veins, yet leaves him feeling uncomfortably hot as that aforementioned fire bubbles beneath the surface. He'd be boiling if he hadn't learned to keep better control over himself.

Mostly.]

Sunny!

[Basil shrills, his wings flaring as he lunges forward to grab for Sunny's wrists, trying to pull his hands back. If he can manage it, he'll try to wrench the knife from his grasp too, and he isn't afraid this time to use every ounce of his newfound strength that he can muster to stop him. He doesn't understand, the room is spinning and it all makes Basil feel sick. Sunny might notice that Basil is a bit warmer to the touch than he was previously, the acrid scent of smoke in the air as it trails from both his nostrils and inbetween his teeth.]

Stop, stop!! W-what are you doing!?

_{[ Basil has no idea what goes on in his head— he has no idea he’s been suffering with these sorts of intrusive thoughts for years. If he knew, maybe he would understand… and relate, even.

The noise Basil makes causes his anxiety to rev up and he finds himself in the midst of a struggle with Basil. Granted, something bigger and monstrous coming at him and wrestling with him is terrifying, but Sunny has learned how to calm down. He’s learned how to focus in situations that are scary.

In the end, Basil is stronger, but at some point in the tousle, the sharp blade of the knife slices Sunny’s hand and the sense of pain brings him back down to reality. Anytime in his Headspace, any injury done to him, there was no presence of blood. But now, he can see as he staggers back and holds his wrist, watching as the disgusting, crimson liquid surfaces to the wound on his palm.

It’s real. All of this is real.

His breathing grows rapid and fast and the skills he’s learned how to cope with seem forgotten. Everything crashes down in him like a rough wave as he looks at Basil, appalled. He doesn’t care about being hurt, but what he cares about is all of this is real. This is Basil as a monster in some strange city and somehow he’s supposed to be okay with that? ]}

Ba.. Basil.. what..

_{[ He sounds ill, his voice trembling. A gasp of air. ]}

What is this?

[Basil doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to have to force Sunny like this, but if he doesn't get that knife from him...

It's all he could focus on, in that moment. Though Basil's scales offer no real armor to protect him, he is tougher than a human. If the knife cuts him, he'll survive. Even if it's deep, the fog will heal it quickly. He'll be okay.

The moment he wrenches the knife from Sunny's grasp, he drops it, letting it spin away from both of them. It ends up somewhere behind Basil on the floor, the blade edge slick with Sunny's blood as Basil lets Sunny go entirely and takes a stiff step back, because for a moment? He worries that he accidentally did that. Human skin is soft and delicate, and his claws are built to rip and tear. It makes his throat close up, his ears drooped low over his shoulders as Sunny finally seems to understand.

For better or worse.]

I...I k-know it doesn't make sense...and I'm sorry- [His voice breaks, his heart beating frantic in his chest. Why does this have to keep happening? The moment he thinks he's getting a break, the moment he gets to rest...a new ghost from his past, a new terror...] -but wh-what's happening here is real! You're real, I'm real!

[He looks back at Sunny, imploring. Wishing he had a better answer...yet knowing he does not.]

P-please...please listen to me...

_{[ He has forgotten what it was like to be out in some place public— he had forgotten what contact with other people felt like. All he’s known for four years is his mother and how she treats him.

But now, he’s suddenly thrust into an unfamiliar world that is, in fact, real, but his agoraphobia is so severe it begins to deteriorate that confident exterior he had as he thought all of this was a figment of his imagination as many of his fantasies tended to be nowadays.

But this is very real pain and very real blood coming out of him— he can feel it pool around his palm and drizzle down his wrist as his breathing grows heavier and quicker, the walls beginning to cave in around him. He might very well faint at this rate.

Did he care that Basil was a monster? Not exactly. Him being a monster isn’t what he is afraid of when it comes to Basil.. it’s Sunny’s connection to him that scares him. It’s what he cannot Overcome that scares him and he still doesn’t know what that is.

Basil may see his eyes grow heavy and his stance beginning to waiver. It looks like he might give out any second. ]}

[It's all too much. It's just like when he first arrived, and so many people overloaded him with information that all he could do was sit down and cry. He fears that he's done the same to Sunny, only...it seems like Sunny's case is a lot more severe than his own was. Even if Sunny was acting strange the last time they saw each other, it wasn't like this.

This is different, and Basil for once only knows half the reasoning.

Either way, this isn't about him right now. No matter how he feels, no matter the way his heart pounds painfully between his ears. All he sees now is the way Sunny stumbles and begins to fall, which prompts Basil to act on instinct. He's quick- not as fast as a Vampire, but faster than a human- and manages to get to Sunny and catch him before he can faint in the aisle, holding him up with surprisingly more ease than he ever would have been able to before. Basil, who was the smallest and arguably weakest of their friend group, is now anything but. He would be a match for Aubrey, even, if that were something he could even comprehend right now.]

No...no no no-

[He gathers Sunny up in his arms, holding him close as he sinks down to his knees. It's a miracle they've not yet been disturbed back here as Basil tries to hold Sunny up enough so that he can look at his face.

Is he conscious at all?]

Sunny...Sunny!

_{[ Hey Basil, how about you check this person's pulse this time?

Anyway, Sunny is out cold, but his chest is rising and falling indicating that.. he's alive but completely passed out. It might be best to take him to a safer place for now. ]}

[Meta text can't hurt Basil because he can't read it!

Also, panik panik panik-

Basil...doesn't know what to do. He's literally holding Sunny up now, having watched him try to stab himself in the middle of the hardware store, and he wishes HE were the one who had passed out instead. Basil isn't equipped for this, he can't...he can't...

He sets his jaw, gritting his teeth. He remembers that night, when he was the one who had to take charge, as Sunny was too catatonic to do anything. He did most of the work. He was the one who coaxed Sunny back into the house.

Everything will be okay.

It's...going to be the same here too, isn't it?

He isn't sure how he's going to manage it, at first...but then it's shockingly easy to lift Sunny into his arms. So much so that he gasps audibly, because it's like lifting a somewhat heavy bag or something, but it's...doable. Really doable. Sunny is so frail and skinny, it makes Basil's heart skip a beat. But...from there, he's quick to turn tail and trot out of the store, down the street, and away from Bavan entirely.

He's going home. Well...to what home is to him, now.

The Palazzo, a large mansion near Lake Dala, is Basil's destination. He lives here with quite a number of others- Fugo, Abbacchio, Trish, Giorno, Steve, Max- just to name a few. Fugo had been the first to open his arms to Basil, and from there...they welcomed him like a family, when he felt like he didn't deserve it. Gave him his own room, a place to stay...it's meant everything to Basil, who for so many years has dealt with having no one. To that end, it almost feels...strange- if awkward- to be carrying Sunny inside as he makes his way up the steps and down the long hallways, up to the floor where his room is.

Basil's room is modest. Though he's been given free reign to do whatever he wants with it...it's mostly just full of plants. Meager though it is, since he's recovering from accidentally torching most of the ones he had previously. Since Sunny presumably hasn't woken up yet, Basil will lay him down carefully in his own bed, underneath the loft portion in a shadow away from the window.

From there...Basil sinks back onto his haunches at the bedside, watching Sunny nervously. He isn't sure what else to do, but...he just knows he won't be going anywhere. He won't leave him alone.]

TwoooOAAAAHH

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