; One That He Was Telling Both Himself And The Other. The Truth Was; He Wasn't Even REAL Like He Had

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒆; one that he was telling both himself and the other. The truth was; he wasn't even REAL like he had always believed he was. ' Misha ' was nothing more than the his Grandpa's, the WATCHMAKER'S last desperate attempt to save Penacony. Once the Planet of Festivities was saved from the clutches of the Order, the Watchmaker's final wishes would be fulfilled. There would be NOTHING ELSE left for him to do.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe was surprised he was still around after the current Trailblazers finally lead him to the truth of his existence. He couldn't find Gallagher no matter how hard he looked. Clearly, HIS job was done. But maybe the Watchmaker's soul still couldn't rest until he knew for certain that Penacony was SAFE.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤIt wasㅤ—ㅤstrange. The Watchmaker had done so much in his life. There was no doubt that he DESERVED to rest. And yet, maybe it was just that trailblazing spirit he had been endowed with but the little memetic entity that strayed from his bubble still wanted to do MORE. Oh well, he would just have to accept that at some point; his time in Penacony with Gath would have ended.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThat isㅤ—ㅤuntil . . .

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe boy's periwinkle hues BLINK; confused at the sudden shift in his friend's demeanor and the even stranger question. What was he asking such a question for NOW ? For conversation ? For sentimental value and nostalgia ? To talk about his Grandpa's adventures just a bit more ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWellㅤ—ㅤ I - I think you already KNOW the answer to that question ! But I wanted to go TRAILBLAZING like Grandpa did ! It would have been really nice to see the planets outside Penacony just like he did !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt would have been even BETTER if I had been able to do that with you and Mister Gallagher and Sleepie !ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise asked:

“ i’m not going to leave you. ” ( Misha and Garth )

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"Y-Yeah I know...I know..." But that was as far from the truth as it came, wasn't it? He'd known that this day would have to come eventually, that everything they'd all been working towards had lead up to this moment - but the reality of the situation was hitting him rather hard now. When this was all over - he'd be on his own. He'd be the last one here, to survive and watch over the new dream as it took form...as that was all he could do, right? He bit hard on the inside of his cheek, before rushing over and pulling Misha into his arms, holding him tightly, as though somehow that would make everything alright again. But he was going to fade away soon. Gallagher was already gone. Once the stellaron was fully sealed away, Misha too would fade away...but he wouldn't, would he? He doubted it. IX had plans still in store for him - nothing that he understood, but he knew that was why he was still...alive, if it could even be called that.

"...this is so unfair", he couldn't help but to whine, knowing it was pointless, but in far too much pain to stop himself from voicing his thoughts, the skies above them filling with rainclouds as he lost his control of the nearby memoria, Garth silently pulling them to the side into some shelter, as the clouds burst and a rare rainstorm fell over the dreamflux reef.

"Sorry, sorry...", slowly, he pulled back, wiping away his tears and trying to give the other a smile, "...I always knew...this was to come. I always told myself that it was what you'd want...you and the Watchmaker...that you both more than earned your rest...but, is it so bad? That I don't want to be alone? Even my father's presence is gone now...everythings changing, all too quickly. I can't keep up. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing next!". It wasn't fair on Misha to be breaking down like this, but now that he'd started, he found that he couldn't quite stop the words from pouring out. For so long he's simply been thankful for the peace that had been offered by his real family...and now he was watching them all fade away...it was okay for him to feel this pain, right? It was okay for him to want this part of the dream to never end...right? Sighing, he wiped at his eyes more, trying to think over everything that he knew about the dreamscape, all that he'd learned from both his father and the Watchmaker, a slight frown forming as an idea slowly started to form. It was selfish, foolish, no doubt dangerous...how badly did IX want him to remain alive? "...Misha", suddenly his voice was filled with determination, crimson eyes shining slightly, "What do you want? What is your dream? Your wish?".

🃏 penacony out of order 7/? - the watchmaker's legacy

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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 as he seats himself on the Reverie's velvet seats. When the man began to speak and retell the stories of his grand adventures; it was OBVIOUS that he had the bellboy's full attention. His violet hues were solely focused on the man as he leaned forwards; eagerly taking in every single little detail.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤNever ever had he heard of these ' BLEEDING BULLS ' before ! None of the other guests had mentioned such a dangerous group of people at all ! Then again, not many people would be willing to throw themselves into harm's way and to stand up for the good of the people. He was definitely LUCKY to be able to hear a tale such as this !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat happened NEXT ? I mean, I suppose you won since you're here to tell the taleㅤ—ㅤbut what happened NEXT ?ㅤ❜

@badrcputation

— "Listen real close then, kiddo." He gives Misha a pat on the head and takes a seat nearby in the lounge. "I got a tale for ya that'll blow yer mind."

"There was this dangerous outlaw gang, by the name of The Bleeding Bulls. Most vicious bandits the planet has ever seen. I was just passin' by a quaint li'l town when they attacked." As he talks, Boothill slaps his hands on his knees. "These forkers never spared a single soul if they tried to stand in their way. Pew pew," he gestures with finger guns, "bullets were flyin', folks were runnin' for their lives, and guess what this old cowboy did?" He points at himself with a thumb, a proud toothy grin sitting on his face.

"I did what any other fearless son of a gun would do, and I challenged their leader to a duel."

2018-02-10