[apping to crux fleet]

[espio]

Alright, fess up. Which one of you numbskulls thought Sparklebirds in Space was a good idea? And more importantly, why didn't you talk them out of it?

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[espio]

It's cute you think you have a choice.

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheheh! Think for once I kinda do. Mun 'maid says I'm bein' too damn whiny 'bout it an' she don't wanna play me oh-oh-sea or some shit.

[espio]

Are you kidding me?! Seriously?! Since when have muns cared about whining?!

Look, if I have to put up with Sparklebird up there freaking out, so do you!

[om_nom_namur]

Yeah maybe but how y'all gonna deal with me freakin' the hell out? There ain't no north in that shitty place. An' did I mention no shitty ocean? I mean damn. An' it ain't like there's a hell of a lot for me t' do in space. Ain't sails t' set, ain't fish t' catch, ain't even the shitty smolts t' teach.

[espio]

I thought we'd visit planets. There are oceans on planets.

[om_nom_namur]

Maybe we'll go find some other game where y' gotta go 'round underwater all the shitty time an' visit someplace with air an' land once in awhile. Sounds like a blast, don't it?

[fierybluebird]

Have you found one where we keep our memories so Thatch doesn't die all over again?

[om_nom_namur]

Way t' miss the point, bro.

The hell're we gonna be doin' in space anyway? 'M done with that teachin' shit. Too many damn rules.

[fierybluebird]

I have no intentions to teach either.

Let's be space pirates.

[om_nom_namur]

Still don't change the fact that there ain't any real food, real air, real water. Don't wanna be jus' sick all the damn time an' fallin' all over myself cuz there ain't real gravity or shitty magnetic poles t' taste.

[fierybluebird]

There can be space shark fishmen.

Your forget I really don't see that much differently from you except that my smell is different.

It'll be okay, Nam-chan. [Wraps an arm around Namur's shoulders.] And they said that even giant characters don't get sized down, so at least it won't be so cramped!

[om_nom_namur]

We're way differnt, bro. Yer a creature a the sky an' y' love heights. I'm from the deeps, catch me?

[fierybluebird]

[Flicks Namur's forehead.] Both of which utilize currents, horizons, and electricity. Why do you always have to make this so hard?

Look, all the artificial electricity has a hum, but it's pretty similar to the ocean, that makes it worse for me, and better for you. I can't see those screens well except the damn colored lights kind, but for you, you'll be able to do it with your eyes closed. There's usually specific water lakes, which you know I loathe, but it should be right up your canal, not to mention make you an invaluable asset since you can check things without scuba gear, and they can't use chlorine because it's used for water supply and for growing things.

All the artificial gravity really bothers me, but again, it should be of comfort to you.

So.

Man up shark-bro. If I can do this, you sure as fuck can, yoi. [Shoves hard in the back of the head with love.]

[om_nom_namur]

Didn't tell me that shit before, now did y'? Thought we was goin' home t' try an' pick up what's left a our Divisions. An' lemme tell y', it ain't somethin' I'm lookin' forward t' havin' t' do, but it's gotta get done sooner or later. Guess if they can screw with time at this place too it'll work out fine though.

[Shoves Marco back with his shoulder. With love.]

[fierybluebird]

[Tackles Namur and sits on him!]

I'm going to control the time. My mun thinks it'll be funny if I wake up in a space station blaming myself for fucking up the ripple.

[He quirks his eyebrows for a moment, debating whether to explain DEEP MATHEMATICAL SCIENTIFIC SPACE TIME THEORIES to Namur or just say "fuck it."] Either way, have more faith in your captain. [Mess with Namur's hair.] It's what I'm here for, yoi.

[om_nom_namur]

[If sharks growled he'd be doing it. Resigned, but still.

Know what? Marco's getting snapped at. For the hell of it and because Namur's in the mood to fight. Fight himmmmmm.]

[fierybluebird]

[AW YES. He loves you bro. Loves you enough that you're one of the few he'll happily wrestle.]

[WRASSLE TIME!!!!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Knocks Marco sideways and rolls to his feet just long enough to get leverage for a full bodied tackle.]

1/2

[fierybluebird]

[OH SNAP.]

[BULL SHARK BRO BE MAD WHAT DO?!]

2/2

[fierybluebird]

[JUST KIDDING.]

[TROLOLOLOL.]

[Marco rolls with the tackle, but does his best to also flip and roll Namur along with it.]

[Namur is one of the few Marco will actually play wrestle after all.]

[om_nom_namur]

[He's flipped and rolled but that's fine. He keeps the momentum going, holding onto Marco's arm so it winds up underneath any time Namur's on his back.]

[fierybluebird]

[laksdalskdj He needs that arm boo. :<]

[Okay guard your stomach bro, because he's gonna knee you hard!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Dude that is not even fair he has like three feet of abs.]

OOF!

[But it's cool. You know why? His body automatically curling up as a result means he's got excellent momentum for a headbutt.]

[fierybluebird]

[Oh, are we doing the curling up thing? Because one of those advantages to being tinier than your eight foot something bull shark bro is that being light as a feather means moving.]

[Where are you even trying to headbutt?]

[om_nom_namur]

[Nice thing about being eight feet tall and mostly torso is having some seriously long arms. Marco might have gotten out of the way of Namur's headbutt, but fast as the sunlight glints off shiny scales in the sea, Namur grabs both sides of Marco's shirt in one hand and throws him to the ground.]