[ That was the actual worst thing I've ever read in my entire life.
But okay, this is clearly not working? He has no idea why Abel is so determined to ruin Dokja's reputation in the eyes of literally everyone he knows, but this has to STOP.
He'll still hold onto the wrist for now but his other hand releases Abel's shirt to slap itself down over the man's mouth. ]
[ ah. oh, this is real unfortunate. who could've forseen this turn of events? Abel's been hung up on, abandoned in utterly callous cruelty to his rabies-infested fate.
there truly is no God.
Dokja can probably see the moment the 'line' goes dead - Abel's eyes widen, sparkling in shimmering, tearful betrayal. his heart pangs in his chest; anguish begins building in his expression and his protests slowly go lax, still. pliant.
and then he goes boneless like a dead fish, sniffling pitifully, whimpering quietly beneath Dokja's hand. is he listening...? maybe. or maybe he's simply sinking into a DEEP DEPRESSION, whatever.
...it's a shame that - due to Dokja's close proximity to Abel's shard and their shared Legacy of the Martyr alike - Abel's hefty dose of amusement and his gross warm fuzzies of fondness are being betrayed right now and spoil the whole effect he's building here. damn bro, why you gotta tip a man's hand like that? not cool, Aion shit, not cool... ]
...Abel is frowning ever-so-slightly (and there is a ping of curiosity?! intrigue?! through their shared bond) as he watches Dokja fish out his shard. he seems to be too interested in what Dokja's going to say, however, to interrupt.
so, in a rare and unexpected turn of events, he's... merely laying there? and watching?? ]
[ and all at once, a cacophonous, shrill SCREECH that could pierce the very heavens themselves can be heard as Abel lurches up with surprising dexterity to grab at Dokja's shard, the other hand fisting a handful of the other man's shirt by his collar. bc this thread is ridiculous, their noses are now smushed together and Abel is so fervent he might get spittle on Dokja's face and you, honestly, deserve that as much as he does. in my humble opinion. thank you for attending my ted talk, ]
No!! NO, you tell him the truth RIGHT NOW, I said NO such thing!! Dokja, infecting me with BRAIN-MELTING RABIES is one thing, but slandering my adoration of soft fluffy ears is ENTIRELY another!!
[ ......Abel is spitefully smushing their faces closer together, now. their lone onlooker, Bnuny, might mistake them as 😳 like, omg, 😳 k-kissing??? 😳 at this rate??
jk lol the Bnuny has taken the remainder of the roll and is now rooting around in their belongings to try and find more like, who gives a shit abt whatever is happening over there frankly, ]
Dokja. [ his voice wobbles. ] If you do not straighten this out with Mr. Eustace, the punishment I will leverage upon your head will be hefty. Weighty. Burdensome. It will make the PAIN you've wrought upon me? A drop in the bucket. No-- a drop in the ocean. Do you understand me...?
[ I hope the bnuny chews holes into all of Abel's spare shirts.
This is way too close to be comforting but Dokja is not one to back down. Abel started this... He should suffer for it as recompense. ]
I understand.
[ He says without making any move to Communion Eustace a second time. There is, however, a small smirk on his face. Good job, Abel, you wanted to lift the mood and you did it. But at what cost? ]
[ wow that's real rude of you but it might do that now just bc that would be funny.
oh. oh, is that how he wants to play this? is that REALLY how he wants to play this?! fine. FINE, you know what...? that's FINE. ]
I will give you until the count of five. FIVE. I'll even count it out for your rabies-addled brain, mm? One... two...
[ he's totally gonna call Eustace. like, any second now. obviously. Dokja's terrified. shaking in his boots, about to cow. fold. embarrassingly. ha. yes, ]
[ Finally, Abel abs sneak preview via holes in his shirt.
Also who is shaking?? Certainly not Dokja. In fact, he looks more confident than he has in the past... How many months has it been now? Time is no longer a concept and everything has blurred together into one. ]
He's not going to answer you. He didn't say it in words, but I felt it through our Communion. He won't pick up. Not for you or me.
[ ok nvm Abel's clothes are miraculously MORE fortified by the Bnuny, somehow
..........what the fuck, says Abel's eyes. WHAT THE FUCK, indeed!! he looks so utterly affronted and if it was possible to squish their faces any further together in protest? he'd be doing it right now. ]
THREE... FOUR...
[ DON'T MAKE HIM DO IT. DON'T MAKE HIM SAY FIVE. YOU DON'T WANT HIM TO SAY FIVE, DOKJA. ]
[ THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE! Chew, bnuny... Chew like your life depends on it.
But ow, he'd really like his face back at some point. Just say five and get it over with already!! Abel's ear petting days are over and the sooner he accepts it, the better it will be for all involved. ]
[ 'five,' Dokja says - and a great shadow of resignation befalls Abel like a shadow, like a gloom of storm clouds covering over the sun.
...
and then, as promised...
he does the only thing he can. the thing he must.
he dives forward to tackle the other man into the peaceful field of flowers, aiming to straddle him around the waist and tickle him under his armpits... relentlessly. ]
Know it doesn't give me great pleasure to do this. Know you forced my hand, Dokja. You must know suffering for what you've done.
[ Ah. The worst part of this is that Dokja is actually ticklish and so this is truly a fate worse than death.
An ungodly and very undignified half-shriek erupts from him once he's pinned to the ground and tickled. He tries to clamp his arms down against his sides and twist away, panic in his eyes as he kicks and squirms.
All the while tightly clenching his jaw so as not to make any more embarrassing sounds up until he he has to practically beg for this to end. ]
Cut it—ack! Out!
[ TRIES TO KICK ABEL. He can't use his arms lest he expose an opening. ]
[ strangely enough, no amount of bucking and kicking seems to be displacing Abel's weight - in fact, he is a man of sudden and inexplicable balance and strength!! it's almost eerie, really, how dispassionate and unaffected his expression remains as he mercilessly and whole-heartedly
tickles
the shit
out of this fellow grown man, ]
It's time to repent and find the glory of God in penance, my son. Your torture shall be the vehicle through which you will find redemption, Amen.
[ Thank GOD they are in the middle of nowhere so no one else has to witness this because it's truly an embarrassing display.
He doesn't even know what Abel's saying AND WHY IS THERE A GUN IN THAT ICON.
Anyway, the screeching and hollering from Dokja has attracted the attention of the bnuny who now hops closer to investigate after chewing holes in Literally Every Single One of Abel's shirts. Maybe it thinks Abel's ankle looks like a honey roll?
[ why wouldn't there be a gun??? this is serious??????? this is so serious??????????? im using another gun just so you understand,
in fact, serious enough it's doubtless life or death at this point - and the grave nature of this exchange is reaching a tipping point. building to a peak. arching toward an inevitable crescendo. there is only so much tickling a man can take before he is rendered a wheezy mess, right?! surely Abel doesn't mean to KILL this man via tickling him to death, does he.......? was this all a clever ploy to murder Dokja in the valley?? he-- ]
[ --is abruptly squealing and leaping off of Dokja's person as if he had been splashed with cold water, flailing and crawling backwards a good few yards to shake his leg where Bnuny is attached to his ankle, rather solidly chomped on down-- ]
A-- AHH!!DOKJAAAA!! Did your RABIES powers summon an attack dog?! HELP!!
[ HE WILL NOT HELP mostly because he's trying very hard to catch his breath and recover from the assault to his body. Dokja doesn't even know what's going on, too dazed as he stares up at the sky while he sucks in breaths that he didn't think he needed.
Abel is yelling again but when is he not? Something something rabies something something attack dog...
... Attack dog?
He pushes himself up on his elbows with great effort to stare, wide-eyed, at the scene in front of him. This bnuny...... it saved his life?
Dokja is touched. ]
Stop shaking like that! You're going to hurt it!
[ Scrambles to his feet to save the bnuny—I mean Abel. ]
[ Abel is NOT ceasing in this persistent waggling of his leg, and he's shaking his head in frantic denial, pointing at Bnuny frantically and-- ]
IT'S EATING ME, DOKJA, YOU-- IT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH YOU TOOK A CHOMP OUT OF ME, NOW YOU'RE SUMMONING THE WILDLIFE TO YOUR CAUSE?! I-- I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DEPRAVED DEPTHS YOU'D GO TO!!
[ FINE HE'LL GRAB ABEL'S LEG TO KEEP IT STILL and then with his other hand try to gently pull the bnuny off...
Shit, this little guy is really wedged in there, huh? ]
It's not eating you! Just... hold on...
[ AND THERE! The bnuny releases its hold on Abel's ankle and Dokja holds it up in the air out of reach for now. The poor thing struggles a bit before ultimately accepting its fate, legs dangling in the air as Dokja holds it by the scruff of its neck. ]
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Put it away!
[ And now here's Dokja trying to shove the hand holding the shard into Abel's shirt. PUT IT BACK. ]
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But okay, this is clearly not working? He has no idea why Abel is so determined to ruin Dokja's reputation in the eyes of literally everyone he knows, but this has to STOP.
He'll still hold onto the wrist for now but his other hand releases Abel's shirt to slap itself down over the man's mouth. ]
Stop talking! Listen to what I have to say!
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there truly is no God.
Dokja can probably see the moment the 'line' goes dead - Abel's eyes widen, sparkling in shimmering, tearful betrayal. his heart pangs in his chest; anguish begins building in his expression and his protests slowly go lax, still. pliant.
and then he goes boneless like a dead fish, sniffling pitifully, whimpering quietly beneath Dokja's hand. is he listening...? maybe. or maybe he's simply sinking into a DEEP DEPRESSION, whatever.
...it's a shame that - due to Dokja's close proximity to Abel's shard and their shared Legacy of the Martyr alike - Abel's hefty dose of amusement and his gross warm fuzzies of fondness are being betrayed right now and spoil the whole effect he's building here. damn bro, why you gotta tip a man's hand like that? not cool, Aion shit, not cool... ]
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...Abel is frowning ever-so-slightly (and there is a ping of curiosity?! intrigue?! through their shared bond) as he watches Dokja fish out his shard. he seems to be too interested in what Dokja's going to say, however, to interrupt.
so, in a rare and unexpected turn of events, he's... merely laying there? and watching?? ]
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the way i literally CACKLED
No!! NO, you tell him the truth RIGHT NOW, I said NO such thing!! Dokja, infecting me with BRAIN-MELTING RABIES is one thing, but slandering my adoration of soft fluffy ears is ENTIRELY another!!
dismantles ur eustace cr
Once Abel's done, though, Dokja very calmly fixes him with a smug look. ]
Oh, what a shame. He hung up on me before I could tell him.
dismantles ur face...???????
jk lol the Bnuny has taken the remainder of the roll and is now rooting around in their belongings to try and find more like, who gives a shit abt whatever is happening over there frankly, ]
Dokja. [ his voice wobbles. ] If you do not straighten this out with Mr. Eustace, the punishment I will leverage upon your head will be hefty. Weighty. Burdensome. It will make the PAIN you've wrought upon me? A drop in the bucket. No-- a drop in the ocean. Do you understand me...?
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This is way too close to be comforting but Dokja is not one to back down. Abel started this... He should suffer for it as recompense. ]
I understand.
[ He says without making any move to Communion Eustace a second time. There is, however, a small smirk on his face. Good job, Abel, you wanted to lift the mood and you did it. But at what cost? ]
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oh. oh, is that how he wants to play this? is that REALLY how he wants to play this?! fine. FINE, you know what...? that's FINE. ]
I will give you until the count of five. FIVE. I'll even count it out for your rabies-addled brain, mm? One... two...
[ he's totally gonna call Eustace. like, any second now. obviously. Dokja's terrified. shaking in his boots, about to cow. fold. embarrassingly. ha. yes, ]
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Also who is shaking?? Certainly not Dokja. In fact, he looks more confident than he has in the past... How many months has it been now? Time is no longer a concept and everything has blurred together into one. ]
He's not going to answer you. He didn't say it in words, but I felt it through our Communion. He won't pick up. Not for you or me.
[ hehehEHEHEHEHE ]
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..........what the fuck, says Abel's eyes. WHAT THE FUCK, indeed!! he looks so utterly affronted and if it was possible to squish their faces any further together in protest? he'd be doing it right now. ]
THREE... FOUR...
[ DON'T MAKE HIM DO IT. DON'T MAKE HIM SAY FIVE. YOU DON'T WANT HIM TO SAY FIVE, DOKJA. ]
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But ow, he'd really like his face back at some point. Just say five and get it over with already!! Abel's ear petting days are over and the sooner he accepts it, the better it will be for all involved. ]
... Five?
[ Look, Dokja will even help. ]
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...
and then, as promised...
he does the only thing he can. the thing he must.
he dives forward to tackle the other man into the peaceful field of flowers, aiming to straddle him around the waist and tickle him under his armpits... relentlessly. ]
Know it doesn't give me great pleasure to do this. Know you forced my hand, Dokja. You must know suffering for what you've done.
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An ungodly and very undignified half-shriek erupts from him once he's pinned to the ground and tickled. He tries to clamp his arms down against his sides and twist away, panic in his eyes as he kicks and squirms.
All the while tightly clenching his jaw so as not to make any more embarrassing sounds up until he he has to practically beg for this to end. ]
Cut it—ack! Out!
[ TRIES TO KICK ABEL. He can't use his arms lest he expose an opening. ]
Get off of me! Stop!
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tickles
the shit
out of this fellow grown man, ]
It's time to repent and find the glory of God in penance, my son. Your torture shall be the vehicle through which you will find redemption, Amen.
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He doesn't even know what Abel's saying AND WHY IS THERE A GUN IN THAT ICON.
Anyway, the screeching and hollering from Dokja has attracted the attention of the bnuny who now hops closer to investigate after chewing holes in Literally Every Single One of Abel's shirts. Maybe it thinks Abel's ankle looks like a honey roll?
Because it bites down on that ankle. ]
1/2
in fact, serious enough it's doubtless life or death at this point - and the grave nature of this exchange is reaching a tipping point. building to a peak. arching toward an inevitable crescendo. there is only so much tickling a man can take before he is rendered a wheezy mess, right?! surely Abel doesn't mean to KILL this man via tickling him to death, does he.......? was this all a clever ploy to murder Dokja in the valley?? he-- ]
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A-- AHH!!DOKJAAAA!! Did your RABIES powers summon an attack dog?! HELP!!
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Abel is yelling again but when is he not? Something something rabies something something attack dog...
... Attack dog?
He pushes himself up on his elbows with great effort to stare, wide-eyed, at the scene in front of him. This bnuny...... it saved his life?
Dokja is touched. ]
Stop shaking like that! You're going to hurt it!
[ Scrambles to his feet to save the bnuny—I mean Abel. ]
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IT'S EATING ME, DOKJA, YOU-- IT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH YOU TOOK A CHOMP OUT OF ME, NOW YOU'RE SUMMONING THE WILDLIFE TO YOUR CAUSE?! I-- I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DEPRAVED DEPTHS YOU'D GO TO!!
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Shit, this little guy is really wedged in there, huh? ]
It's not eating you! Just... hold on...
[ AND THERE! The bnuny releases its hold on Abel's ankle and Dokja holds it up in the air out of reach for now. The poor thing struggles a bit before ultimately accepting its fate, legs dangling in the air as Dokja holds it by the scruff of its neck. ]
... Are you bleeding?
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