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“Techno ?“
A voice pulled the pig hybrid from his thoughts. Chat was being particularly ruthless today, about what ? He hadn’t been able to hone in on any of the words or phrases yet which made it so much worse, maybe if he knew what made them react like this he could get them to shut up. But alas, Chat was a pain in his ass. This wasn’t particularly new to Techno but it was making focusing on the conversation he and the winged man were having incredibly hard to focus on.
Technos eyes flicked up to where Phil was leant forward slightly, giving him a sympathetic smile. The mug he had been holding now on the table in front of him, Technos own, had been abandoned a while ago after almost shattering it when the voices howled in unison. It’s not like they had unlimited ceramics in the middle of the Tundra where Techno could just go breaking them whenever no matter his mental state.
“You alright mate ?“ The man's parental tone cut through the air, almost making Techno snort in amusement. He knew Phil had a habit of fathering most people he came across on his adventures-and Techno was guilty of being one of the ones at the top of the adoption list for years. And although he would furiously deny this and give you a bit of a stab if you brought it up, he didn’t mind it.
“Just peachy.“ He hums in response, flicking his head back slightly in a jerked motion to indicate that it was Chat making him like this, and not his disinterest in the conversation. Realisation crossed Phil’s features.
“Ah, are they loud today ?“ The tense nod that Phil got in response made the man hum, relaxing his shoulders slightly. As long as it wasn’t anything actively harming Techno in a way he wasn’t dealing with. Chat was something that the avian knew quite a lot about, having spent many years bringing Techno to tournaments to appease the army of blood lusted voices, but those days were over. Techno was no longer a young god, so although the blood lust was still a constant part in his life, Phil knew he could deal with them himself. And if Techno all of a sudden couldn’t, Phil was still aware of how to himself. “Any particular reason this time or are they just being little shits ?”
tommy !
help tommy !!
hahah technobrooo
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bloodforthebloodgod
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Techno stifled a wince, being reminded of the betrayal by the boy he had taken under his wing still stung. Being betrayed like that after he had almost forgiven Tommy wasn’t particularly fun, especially after all he gave the little hero.
His tone had a bucket load of irritation. Chat hasn't been easy on him since Doomsday, or even the community house for that matter. Most of them did grow fond of the blonde in the weeks he lived here and cared about him-Techno didn’t understand why-the rest however despised him. So he’d either get an earful about protecting the youngest or attempts at persuading him to spill his blood. Neither were things he particularly wanted to do. “Tommy.”
“Tommy ? What about ‘im ?” That made the man tense. Techno hadn’t been all that peaceful after returning from the community house that day back in the month, if that wasn’t obvious by the whole blowing up a nation to get back at L’Manburg. Phil wasn’t scared of Techno because of the violence though, he understood his eldest and knew how to calm him, however he did hold a slight irritation for his youngest for bringing out this side of Techno when it could have been prevented. Tommy. His golden child, the only one with wings like him, had been the cause of most of not all the unrest in this server. It was something they all knew yet refused to talk about. So Tommy was a taboo subject for both of them. One that brought back memories of sitting and waiting for tournaments to begin and forcing his mind not to wander to wondering about how Tommy and Wilbur were fairing without them.
“Absolutely no clue. They won’t shut up about him though.“ Techno knew that Tubbo and Tommy had gone to fight Dream for the discs, he had caught the latter stealing from him for it. He couldn’t help the curiosity that dripped into the irritation in his voice. Tommy had avoided death this far, could he avoid it when against the self proclaimed god of the server? “It’s actually real annoyin’. D’you think somethin’ happened to them?”
“Probably.” Phil took a sip from his mug, avoiding eye contact and opting to look out the window at the falling snow. Sensing the interest that Techno had, he turned to the piglin. Chuckling softly at the brute demeanour Techno continued to try to keep up when it came to the teens. “It’s Tommy and Tubbo, something always happens to them. But he’ll be fine mate. He always is. Besides, didn't you say that they had been yelling at you during L’Manburg? Maybe Dreams knocked some sense into him and the voices are taking it personally.”
“Don’t know why you're telling me that they’ll be fine.” Techno grumbled and squared his shoulders up defensively, not liking the tone Phil had, or the mischievous grin that had made its way onto the olders face as Techno continued to deny it. “Not like I care. And yeah. They have this weird attachment to him and it’s gettin’ on my last nerve.“
“Sure, mate, you don’t care. The voices definitely don’t reflect how you feel.“ Phil picks up his mug again, taking a drink to hide his grin. “But shouldn’t Ranboo be back soon ?” The mention of the enderman made Techno raise an eyebrow. He wasn’t aware he had gone out in the first place. “Oh ! i thought i told you, he went to meet with someone from the smp area. Forgot who, but his book said someone asked him to go over there today so he ran off earlier.“
“Tell you why ?'' Techno crossed his arms over his chest. He couldn’t say he wasn't wary of Ranboo running off back to the butchers ... although no one had seen Quackity or Fundy in a while from what he had heard and Tubbo was off with Tommy. There was always a chance and he couldn’t afford to let his guard down more than he already had.
“Nope. Sorry mate. But when he gets back we could ask ?'' Phil was also slightly wary of Ranboo meeting someone back from the smp. However it was for the exact opposite reason Techno was.
It wasn’t exactly hidden that the boy was staying with Techno and him so it wouldn’t be that hard to lure them out because of a few too many grudges. They had destroyed many’s home ... again ... and the avian understood that, but it had been a few weeks since then. Smooth sailing so far and it looked like they were going to be left alone for the main part, which was great. Doomsday wasn’t a good day, though it was necessary he played too far into the Angel of Death, something he’d thought he had grown past doing. But that was his mistake, not Ranboo, the kid didn’t deserve to be attacked simply for living with them.
“Sure. Not like it’s-“ Techno was cut off by the voices yelling in unison. He let out a sharp yelp of surprise and stumbled to his feet, trying to make sense of them. Unable to hear what Phil was saying to him over the chorus of Chat.
BLOOD
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WINGIT
TOMMY
HELP TOMMY
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TOMMYSWINGSTOMMYHELPTOMMY-
They were silenced as a sharp knock of the door echoed into the house, not even whispers or faded phrases could be heard even if he tried to listen for them. Leaving Technos head feeling slightly empty. He shuddered as a comforting hand was laid on his back ... hold on- when did he end up on the floor ?
“Techno ?” Phil whispered to him. The other raised his head to see Phil’s gaze flitting back and forth between him and the door, more worried about Techno than he was whoever was at the door. They could wait. “What the fuck was that mate ?“
“Chat. Chat is really worried about Tommy.” He took a moment to try and collect his thoughts that seemed to be scattered because of the outburst. As he did register what had been said he snarled. The little gremlin really couldn’t leave him and his voices alone. He just had to be an annoying little shit so Chat, of course, just to develop these really weird attachment issues and had to freak out whenever Tommy got into even a little trouble.
Techno looked up again and saw Phils face had morphed into more than just a little bit of worry and scrambled to reassure him. “It’s nothin’. It’s no big deal they’ve been doin’ this for weeks, he’s probably just fallen and scraped his knee and they’re making a big deal out of nothing-“
He was cut off by another knock at the door. This one was more desperate, yet less co ordinated, than the last.
“Just get the door Phil. Could be Ranboo.” There was no use hiding the fact they were in if it wasn’t, the lights were all on and it was already late evening so they were practically a block of glow stone to any passers. However Techno didn’t have to ask twice, Phil was already there and opening the door.
A sharp intake of air, seemingly in shock, made Techno use the wall as help to steady himself up so he could look over Phil. He reeled back at the sight of a blonde haired boy standing there, swaying dangerously as the wind of the tundra attacked him from all angles. The light from the house illuminated his face to show tear tracks and what seemed to be blood. However what Techno was more focused on was the lack of the huge wings that were meant to be attached to his back. Phil recovered from the shock first, hands leaving the door and itching forward to the young avian in poorly masked protectiveness.
“Tommy ?“