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Babybringers (unnamed)
Some random crack. I love the idea of having to raise the Endbringers, both in a fluffy way and a more humor way. The latter is below. This was fun to write and a nice break from worrying about characterization beyond what amused me in the moment.
If you noticed any major mistakes, those are for authenticity.
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Giant monsters wouldn't have been bad. Hell, he would've settled for medium sized but exotically powered monsters, for christ's sake. Eidolon wasn't picky, and he'd love, love for the ease of facing down some ridiculous beast and beating it senseless, really cementing his place as the most powerful cape.
It would've been too easy, too simple. Nay, a mere creature would never have been a worthy opponent. The thought that a mere battle could let him achieve new heights was obviously the pinnacle of idiocy. Eidolon's foolishness, his hubris, had earned him scorn from the heavens above, and on a chariot of angels it delivered him wrath.
"Please? Just one, little tiny bite?" He coaxed, lifting the fork with a slice of boiled carrot. He had no real idea if it even needed to eat or not, not even Contenessa could give him a straight answer on that, but it was better safe than sorry. For the baby, not Eidolon, since he was the one who was drafted to make it eat it's vegetables. 'His baby his problem' his ass. "It's good, i prom—"
He's cut off by a wave of ignited air, heat and energy sparked with intent to obliterate. He opens his eyes again, blinking as his vision clears and he drops the molten fork. Eidolon had finally cycled to a brute power that let him weather the absolute worst of it, but it didn't carry to objects.
The single remaining table leg fell over, kicking up a cloud of ash.
That was the third table. This morning. After last night he had tried to plan ahead. That had proved as pointless as any other counter measure he's tried.
The offending toddler kicks tiny feet of evil and doom and claps it's diabolical hands together as it giggles. An evil, malicious , blood thirsty and chaos craving giggle. Of evil.
It was really only due to Hero's usual genius that Eidolon had a high chair that wasn't immediately melted into slag in the first place. He had no clue how the hell it worked but it seemed only a little scorched after hours past anything else, and the mounting headache in his skull ensured he didn't question it.
Hero bullshit. Whatever. Hero bullshit was useful, tolerable bullshit. Eidolon would put up with another year of Hero's ravings about being an uncle and weirdly personal questions if that's what it took to keep this beast from wreaking havoc on everything he owned. He even let him paint little bears on it.
The Antichrist in question frowned at him, for some unknowable reason, and slammed a tiny fist onto the table of it's high chair.
It dented.
Oh god. He was actually going to have to do that at this rate. Maybe that Fairy Queen woman was a viable option….
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"I didn't think he was capable." Doctor Mother says. Contenessa knows she's looking for reassurance, underneath it all, wanting to get the ground back under her feet. Eidolon, since his conception, has been a bundle of issues wrapped in brilliance. Their solution, and their doom. A total and complete gamble.
They had placed their faith in him. And it was a total fuck up. Contenessa had picked out the four capes that would make the spearhead of Cauldron extremely carefully. The vials, even their most stable, had a variety of effects on the human body but it was always better to be safe. Keith was gay, Clark had a history of infertility, Rebecca had been underage and easily swayed into hyper independence, and David ....well, she had hoped his religious tendencies would make it child's play to ensure he would be single and remain that way even if he had major changes as a reaction to his vial.
None of the four were ever supposed to have children. After the vials and their physicals, they had thought they would never have children at all. It had been far too much of a risk to consider, and the results after her Paths reformed told her as much.
Rebecca probably biologically couldn't, and was also twice as likely as to snap someone in half than take them to dinner. Contenessa approved.
David remained David, thus no need to speak further on that topic. Keith was still gay, and Clark, if he regained any functions, was now more interested in computer parts than half the human population. Yet, unplanned variables altered her masterwork of a design.
Of course it would be David. David existed to ruin her life, and spent his time getting his grubby chaos fingers over every bit of the planet because he was David. Of course his spawn would be equally unpredictable. Obviously he would blunder into having extremely powerful and useful spawn that was also, somehow, twice as annoying as him.
The family resemblance was strong.
Doctor Mother sighs, taking a long sip of wine. Contenessa checks the path to make it up to her for stealing some. 679 steps. Not worth the effort. Consoling her effectively. Function:Error. Goddamnit, David, and your completely arbitrary power interactions.
"Legend wants to adopt," Doctor mother says, voice pitching up. "Says he's enchanted by the brat. The same brat that nearly blew half of this facility into nothing."
Contenessa had watched their development carefully as she could after they triggered, pushing them as much as possible with David around to develop wills of steel, unfailable and unflinching personalities.
Legend had always been a disappointment in that catagory though. He was a total pussy. Not a complete loss. David, Contenessa thinks privately, is also a total loss in this category.
"He is the more emotional and idealistic of them." Contessa says. Understatement of the century. "The other two have yet to express such needs. I have doubts they will in the future."
Doctor Mother scoffs. She knows better to believe in anything Contessa says without certainty, and the path to convince her is too damn long.
Suddenly the wine seems a thousand times more tempting. Doctor Mother would refuse it if she asked, insisting she keep her head, as though mere alcohol would ever—
"What should I get for the baby shower?" Doctor Mother asks and Contessa quietly begins reviewing her assessment of both Doctor Mother's current alcohol levels and general tolerance. "For Heaven's sake, i'm going to have to get birthday presents. Birthday presents. I did not start a secret society to have to pick out birthday presents, Fortuna!"
Path: Saying 'I didn't agree to save the world to discuss birthday presents with you either' is the correct response. Function:Null. Estimated: 4579 steps.
For fucks sake. She named herself Doctor Mother, if anyone jinxed it it was them.
"I don't believe Eidolon is expecting gifts." Contenessa begins, but Doctor Mother is already beginning to rave, and the path of least resistance is most appealing. She quietly backs out of the office as Doctor Mother gestures wildly with her glass, allowing her to speak to herself.
She had maintenance to do. Even if the spear of Cauldron had stalled with this new development, that did not mean the organization could rest. She had plans to follow through, a Path to follow, damage to mitigate. She found herself outside of the Doorman's room. The door creaks open.
The Clairvoyant looks back at her, the two of them sitting on the floor in loose pajamas, one of the Doorman's door's open directly before a TV. The Clairvoyant drops the piece of popcorn as Contenessa glares.
She shuts the door.
She was surrounded by idiots. What else was new.
Other than the fact they were also the kind of crazies who would willing watch Sherlock over It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia when the recording device clearly held the latter. Philistines, the lot of them.
Joy of joys. Hero had an idea.
"Don't give me that look!" Hero says, stopping his spinning and giving him a pixelated glare. Eidolon rolled his eyes as hard as he could imagine, which was as much bodily movement he was willing to risk at the moment. "My ideas are great! And you should frankly be kissing my feet right now, bucko, since I did you that favor with the high chair. And the music box!"
Eidolon has to begrudgingly admit Hero's right on that one. The inventor has done him a couple of solid favors, even if he seemed immensely grating. The chair was the one piece of furniture he estimated could last a week, and the music box was buying him a handful of quiet hours. The child had been taking up most of his ability to deal with stress and he might be unfairly putting it on Hero.
"Damn right you are." Hero says, finger gunning. His hologram flickers and a pair of black wraparound shades now rests on them, little stars shooting out. A flickering background starts to take form.
Never mind, Eidolon was fully justified and Hero was the most insufferable man on earth.
Eidolon glances away from the awful sight before he has to witness whatever new travesty of digital design Hero's spat out. He redirects his attention down at the sleeping form laying, splayed solidly on his chest. It had refused to be put down, beginning to stir at the slightest inkling that Eidolon was moving away, and the lack of sleep was starting to wear on him. As well as the necessity to keep a brute power active so his ribcage wasn't pulverized.
"Pay attention," Hero's tinny voice says into the comms. "It's a totally radical idea, and you're going to love it."
Eidolon privately wondered how impactful Hero's death really could be in the long run.
"I can practically hear you whining, ya grump." Hero says. "If you didn't want to end up in situations like these, you shouldn't keep such obvious secrets. It's like, the first rule of doing anything!"
Ah yes, Eidolon had merely forgotten the wise words of his elders. Always immediately report small glowing stones, lest they turn into freeloading superpowered children.
"I don't know if the silent sass thing is a power or not," Hero says, "but you've got to teach me if it isn't, cause that would make Tessa flip out."
Oh holy father, thou art in heaven….
"Asshole. I was thinking, do you think we could take the tot to one of the empty earths? I have a super cool idea that needs a fuck load of a pull cord. Should tucker the baby out later and you can get another naptime."
Eidolon mentally begins reviewing the jewelry places nearby for a wedding ring.
"Ew! Dude!" Hero sticks out his tongue. "Too fast for me. But I will give you a nickname."
Graveyards with vacancies.
"Fine, fine. 'Eidolon' doesn't have any good nicknames anyways."
"You can't just leave me out of something like this!" Eidolon protests and Contenessa restrains herself from sighing. It would be nice if her massive walking weakness was even mildly reasonable.
"You've seen what the Behemoth is capable of." Contenessa lightly, reassuring him. "What we need is someone capable and powerful giving him the attention he needs until we can work out a better long term solution."
Talk him up, talk the smaller unreasonable warping thing up, talk up the waffles. Just get him out of that funk because Eidolon in a funk is an Eidolon who craves violence. Her construct of him would go and beat up a villian, her path directing his attention where it was useful.
What the hell that translates to now that he has the equivalent of a reality warping nuke strapped to his chest, she's not sure, and she doesn't like it. Especially with the way said nuke is glaring at her as it slobbers on some crayons.
"I should still be part of this." Eidolon grumbles. "Founding a governmental team without a core member?" The Behemoth babbles, waving its tiny destructive hands, and Eidolon bounces the baby on his knee lightly. At least someone is getting used to its presence.
"You won't be entirely cut off." Contessa insists. "And your absence will be graciously explained with the gravity of your mission. we'll be sure to pull you in for anything important." Path to making Rebecca suffer for coming up with the Protectorate while Eidolon was still in ear shot. 23 steps. Doable, and satisfying. "You are a part of this, Eidolon, and arguably your job right now is the most important."
Eidolon scowls, stabbing his waffle with force. "Mission." He growls under his breath, in an extremely childish mocking voice. "Yeah, top secret. Suuuuper important. Vital."
Contenessa suppresses the eye twitch as Eidolon mocks the massive problem he spawned that could ensure they all died in the apocalypse. A chair sailed over their heads and disintegrated before it hit the ground. The baby waves its spit covered crayons, giggling as its eyes spark with power. It's tiny face is covered in syrup. The person who threw the chair is too busy getting his teeth knocked out by their server to notice the chair is gone.
An energy manipulator. A true, blue dynakenetic.It had taken her a good minute, especially since Behemoth had inherited his fathers ability to waffle her powers, but it had come to her. Bitterly, yes, with much frustration, absolutely, and a dedicated path on how to break this to Doctor Mother without her doing anything rash like encouraging Eidolon to have another. Silver linings, she got the chance to surreptitiously throw random trash at him via portal and Eidolon still hadn't caught on. She'll take her stress relief when and where she can get it.
"Did you have to pick a Waffle House?" Eidolon whines. Contenessa refrains from calling him a bitch. This was clearly the most superior form of restaurant. If he wasn't here, she could fully enjoy the extent of the constant conflicts going on and soak the variables in. It was surprisingly therapeutic watching a bunch of crazed idiots fight when she could actually predict their next moves. Besides, the nonsense covered the sounds of his complaining nicely.
No one would expect a secret society to meet in such a place. To the world the three were but a mousy little man, his weird baby, and an extremely beautiful and capable woman. A tad unlikely, but that was the sort of question that cropped up with her general presence near Eidolon. It was simply a risk she had to take.
She smiles politely. "We do have to keep a low profile. And Doorman needs to sleep sometimes." Eidolon gives her a skeptical look but he shovels more waffles down his throat. She takes a sip of her Doctor Zap, the conversation concluded. A victory is a victory all the same. A sulky but agreeable Eidolon is better than nothing.
"Have you fed the baby anything other than waffles?" She asks. Eidolon positively glowers at her. His usual 'don't question me' attitude has finally come to encroach on the topic of the baby, it seems.
"Yes." He snaps. "He likes peas." Eidolon says venomously, giving Contenessa a look like he's daring her to challenge him.
She takes another sip of her soda. How the fuck is this the most important thing she could be doing with her time. "That's good." She says diplomatically. "That's….very good."
Eidolon huffs, taking another bite of his waffles. Contenessa privately files away the post partum jokes she'd like to make. The world, well mostly Eidolon and his mood swings, were simply not ready for her mastery of humor. Let him take his hollow victory, and stay out of the way for a little while, while she focuses on helping Alexandria gather capes to their cause.
Babybringers (unnamed)
Some random crack. I love the idea of having to raise the Endbringers, both in a fluffy way and a more humor way. The latter is below. This was fun to write and a nice break from worrying about characterization beyond what amused me in the moment.
If you noticed any major mistakes, those are for authenticity.
—
Giant monsters wouldn't have been bad. Hell, he would've settled for medium sized but exotically powered monsters, for christ's sake. Eidolon wasn't picky, and he'd love, love for the ease of facing down some ridiculous beast and beating it senseless, really cementing his place as the most powerful cape.
It would've been too easy, too simple. Nay, a mere creature would never have been a worthy opponent. The thought that a mere battle could let him achieve new heights was obviously the pinnacle of idiocy. Eidolon's foolishness, his hubris, had earned him scorn from the heavens above, and on a chariot of angels it delivered him wrath.
"Please? Just one, little tiny bite?" He coaxed, lifting the fork with a slice of boiled carrot. He had no real idea if it even needed to eat or not, not even Contenessa could give him a straight answer on that, but it was better safe than sorry. For the baby, not Eidolon, since he was the one who was drafted to make it eat it's vegetables. 'His baby his problem' his ass. "It's good, i prom—"
He's cut off by a wave of ignited air, heat and energy sparked with intent to obliterate. He opens his eyes again, blinking as his vision clears and he drops the molten fork. Eidolon had finally cycled to a brute power that let him weather the absolute worst of it, but it didn't carry to objects.
The single remaining table leg fell over, kicking up a cloud of ash.
That was the third table. This morning. After last night he had tried to plan ahead. That had proved as pointless as any other counter measure he's tried.
The offending toddler kicks tiny feet of evil and doom and claps it's diabolical hands together as it giggles. An evil, malicious , blood thirsty and chaos craving giggle. Of evil.
It was really only due to Hero's usual genius that Eidolon had a high chair that wasn't immediately melted into slag in the first place. He had no clue how the hell it worked but it seemed only a little scorched after hours past anything else, and the mounting headache in his skull ensured he didn't question it.
Hero bullshit. Whatever. Hero bullshit was useful, tolerable bullshit. Eidolon would put up with another year of Hero's ravings about being an uncle and weirdly personal questions if that's what it took to keep this beast from wreaking havoc on everything he owned. He even let him paint little bears on it.
The Antichrist in question frowned at him, for some unknowable reason, and slammed a tiny fist onto the table of it's high chair.
It dented.
Oh god. He was actually going to have to do that at this rate. Maybe that Fairy Queen woman was a viable option….
__
"I didn't think he was capable." Doctor Mother says. Contenessa knows she's looking for reassurance, underneath it all, wanting to get the ground back under her feet. Eidolon, since his conception, has been a bundle of issues wrapped in brilliance. Their solution, and their doom. A total and complete gamble.
They had placed their faith in him. And it was a total fuck up. Contenessa had picked out the four capes that would make the spearhead of Cauldron extremely carefully. The vials, even their most stable, had a variety of effects on the human body but it was always better to be safe. Keith was gay, Clark had a history of infertility, Rebecca had been underage and easily swayed into hyper independence, and David ....well, she had hoped his religious tendencies would make it child's play to ensure he would be single and remain that way even if he had major changes as a reaction to his vial.
None of the four were ever supposed to have children. After the vials and their physicals, they had thought they would never have children at all. It had been far too much of a risk to consider, and the results after her Paths reformed told her as much.
Rebecca probably biologically couldn't, and was also twice as likely as to snap someone in half than take them to dinner. Contenessa approved.
David remained David, thus no need to speak further on that topic. Keith was still gay, and Clark, if he regained any functions, was now more interested in computer parts than half the human population. Yet, unplanned variables altered her masterwork of a design.
Of course it would be David. David existed to ruin her life, and spent his time getting his grubby chaos fingers over every bit of the planet because he was David. Of course his spawn would be equally unpredictable. Obviously he would blunder into having extremely powerful and useful spawn that was also, somehow, twice as annoying as him.
The family resemblance was strong.
Doctor Mother sighs, taking a long sip of wine. Contenessa checks the path to make it up to her for stealing some. 679 steps. Not worth the effort. Consoling her effectively. Function:Error. Goddamnit, David, and your completely arbitrary power interactions.
"Legend wants to adopt," Doctor mother says, voice pitching up. "Says he's enchanted by the brat. The same brat that nearly blew half of this facility into nothing."
Contenessa had watched their development carefully as she could after they triggered, pushing them as much as possible with David around to develop wills of steel, unfailable and unflinching personalities.
Legend had always been a disappointment in that catagory though. He was a total pussy. Not a complete loss. David, Contenessa thinks privately, is also a total loss in this category.
"He is the more emotional and idealistic of them." Contessa says. Understatement of the century. "The other two have yet to express such needs. I have doubts they will in the future."
Doctor Mother scoffs. She knows better to believe in anything Contessa says without certainty, and the path to convince her is too damn long.
Suddenly the wine seems a thousand times more tempting. Doctor Mother would refuse it if she asked, insisting she keep her head, as though mere alcohol would ever—
"What should I get for the baby shower?" Doctor Mother asks and Contessa quietly begins reviewing her assessment of both Doctor Mother's current alcohol levels and general tolerance. "For Heaven's sake, i'm going to have to get birthday presents. Birthday presents. I did not start a secret society to have to pick out birthday presents, Fortuna!"
Path: Saying 'I didn't agree to save the world to discuss birthday presents with you either' is the correct response. Function:Null. Estimated: 4579 steps.
For fucks sake. She named herself Doctor Mother, if anyone jinxed it it was them.
"I don't believe Eidolon is expecting gifts." Contenessa begins, but Doctor Mother is already beginning to rave, and the path of least resistance is most appealing. She quietly backs out of the office as Doctor Mother gestures wildly with her glass, allowing her to speak to herself.
She had maintenance to do. Even if the spear of Cauldron had stalled with this new development, that did not mean the organization could rest. She had plans to follow through, a Path to follow, damage to mitigate. She found herself outside of the Doorman's room. The door creaks open.
The Clairvoyant looks back at her, the two of them sitting on the floor in loose pajamas, one of the Doorman's door's open directly before a TV. The Clairvoyant drops the piece of popcorn as Contenessa glares.
She shuts the door.
She was surrounded by idiots. What else was new.
Other than the fact they were also the kind of crazies who would willing watch Sherlock over It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia when the recording device clearly held the latter. Philistines, the lot of them.
——
"Soooo," Hero's holographic form said, spinning around in his chair. When had Eidolon agreed to the visual com link? He really didn't need to see Hero fucking around with screwdrivers whenever Hero saw fit. "I was thinkin'…"Joy of joys. Hero had an idea.
"Don't give me that look!" Hero says, stopping his spinning and giving him a pixelated glare. Eidolon rolled his eyes as hard as he could imagine, which was as much bodily movement he was willing to risk at the moment. "My ideas are great! And you should frankly be kissing my feet right now, bucko, since I did you that favor with the high chair. And the music box!"
Eidolon has to begrudgingly admit Hero's right on that one. The inventor has done him a couple of solid favors, even if he seemed immensely grating. The chair was the one piece of furniture he estimated could last a week, and the music box was buying him a handful of quiet hours. The child had been taking up most of his ability to deal with stress and he might be unfairly putting it on Hero.
"Damn right you are." Hero says, finger gunning. His hologram flickers and a pair of black wraparound shades now rests on them, little stars shooting out. A flickering background starts to take form.
Never mind, Eidolon was fully justified and Hero was the most insufferable man on earth.
Eidolon glances away from the awful sight before he has to witness whatever new travesty of digital design Hero's spat out. He redirects his attention down at the sleeping form laying, splayed solidly on his chest. It had refused to be put down, beginning to stir at the slightest inkling that Eidolon was moving away, and the lack of sleep was starting to wear on him. As well as the necessity to keep a brute power active so his ribcage wasn't pulverized.
"Pay attention," Hero's tinny voice says into the comms. "It's a totally radical idea, and you're going to love it."
Eidolon privately wondered how impactful Hero's death really could be in the long run.
"I can practically hear you whining, ya grump." Hero says. "If you didn't want to end up in situations like these, you shouldn't keep such obvious secrets. It's like, the first rule of doing anything!"
Ah yes, Eidolon had merely forgotten the wise words of his elders. Always immediately report small glowing stones, lest they turn into freeloading superpowered children.
"I don't know if the silent sass thing is a power or not," Hero says, "but you've got to teach me if it isn't, cause that would make Tessa flip out."
Oh holy father, thou art in heaven….
"Asshole. I was thinking, do you think we could take the tot to one of the empty earths? I have a super cool idea that needs a fuck load of a pull cord. Should tucker the baby out later and you can get another naptime."
Eidolon mentally begins reviewing the jewelry places nearby for a wedding ring.
"Ew! Dude!" Hero sticks out his tongue. "Too fast for me. But I will give you a nickname."
Graveyards with vacancies.
"Fine, fine. 'Eidolon' doesn't have any good nicknames anyways."
——
"You can't just leave me out of something like this!" Eidolon protests and Contenessa restrains herself from sighing. It would be nice if her massive walking weakness was even mildly reasonable.
"You've seen what the Behemoth is capable of." Contenessa lightly, reassuring him. "What we need is someone capable and powerful giving him the attention he needs until we can work out a better long term solution."
Talk him up, talk the smaller unreasonable warping thing up, talk up the waffles. Just get him out of that funk because Eidolon in a funk is an Eidolon who craves violence. Her construct of him would go and beat up a villian, her path directing his attention where it was useful.
What the hell that translates to now that he has the equivalent of a reality warping nuke strapped to his chest, she's not sure, and she doesn't like it. Especially with the way said nuke is glaring at her as it slobbers on some crayons.
"I should still be part of this." Eidolon grumbles. "Founding a governmental team without a core member?" The Behemoth babbles, waving its tiny destructive hands, and Eidolon bounces the baby on his knee lightly. At least someone is getting used to its presence.
"You won't be entirely cut off." Contessa insists. "And your absence will be graciously explained with the gravity of your mission. we'll be sure to pull you in for anything important." Path to making Rebecca suffer for coming up with the Protectorate while Eidolon was still in ear shot. 23 steps. Doable, and satisfying. "You are a part of this, Eidolon, and arguably your job right now is the most important."
Eidolon scowls, stabbing his waffle with force. "Mission." He growls under his breath, in an extremely childish mocking voice. "Yeah, top secret. Suuuuper important. Vital."
Contenessa suppresses the eye twitch as Eidolon mocks the massive problem he spawned that could ensure they all died in the apocalypse. A chair sailed over their heads and disintegrated before it hit the ground. The baby waves its spit covered crayons, giggling as its eyes spark with power. It's tiny face is covered in syrup. The person who threw the chair is too busy getting his teeth knocked out by their server to notice the chair is gone.
An energy manipulator. A true, blue dynakenetic.It had taken her a good minute, especially since Behemoth had inherited his fathers ability to waffle her powers, but it had come to her. Bitterly, yes, with much frustration, absolutely, and a dedicated path on how to break this to Doctor Mother without her doing anything rash like encouraging Eidolon to have another. Silver linings, she got the chance to surreptitiously throw random trash at him via portal and Eidolon still hadn't caught on. She'll take her stress relief when and where she can get it.
"Did you have to pick a Waffle House?" Eidolon whines. Contenessa refrains from calling him a bitch. This was clearly the most superior form of restaurant. If he wasn't here, she could fully enjoy the extent of the constant conflicts going on and soak the variables in. It was surprisingly therapeutic watching a bunch of crazed idiots fight when she could actually predict their next moves. Besides, the nonsense covered the sounds of his complaining nicely.
No one would expect a secret society to meet in such a place. To the world the three were but a mousy little man, his weird baby, and an extremely beautiful and capable woman. A tad unlikely, but that was the sort of question that cropped up with her general presence near Eidolon. It was simply a risk she had to take.
She smiles politely. "We do have to keep a low profile. And Doorman needs to sleep sometimes." Eidolon gives her a skeptical look but he shovels more waffles down his throat. She takes a sip of her Doctor Zap, the conversation concluded. A victory is a victory all the same. A sulky but agreeable Eidolon is better than nothing.
"Have you fed the baby anything other than waffles?" She asks. Eidolon positively glowers at her. His usual 'don't question me' attitude has finally come to encroach on the topic of the baby, it seems.
"Yes." He snaps. "He likes peas." Eidolon says venomously, giving Contenessa a look like he's daring her to challenge him.
She takes another sip of her soda. How the fuck is this the most important thing she could be doing with her time. "That's good." She says diplomatically. "That's….very good."
Eidolon huffs, taking another bite of his waffles. Contenessa privately files away the post partum jokes she'd like to make. The world, well mostly Eidolon and his mood swings, were simply not ready for her mastery of humor. Let him take his hollow victory, and stay out of the way for a little while, while she focuses on helping Alexandria gather capes to their cause.
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