This Thing Don't Look So Tough

[Gamzee Makara]

The walls of Darkshire weren't visible until they were. Whatever the motherFUCK that means. Mmmm...

His head was still kinda fuzzy. It had gotten progressively less fuzzy the more fuzz he lost, but he wasn't sure how or at what pace or why the fuzz was de-fuzzing.

What in the motherfucking fuck was he going on about again?

Oh right, Darkshire. Right, right. Right.

Right.

Gamzee kicked leaves and twigs as they walked, idly trying to distract himself as they made crawling progress to their destination. Fsshvsfh the leaves went. Crk-SNAP the twigs went. And they all went on for about two minutes until Straz whirled around and gave his charge a death stare, to which Gamzee just chuckled and winked at him with a little wave. The mage, to his credit, did NOT punch him in the face. Instead, he elected to just roll his eyes and continue the trek. They were almost there, in fact.

Fsshvsfh

Crk-SNAP

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"Ohoho! Heeelllooooo chilren! How do ya'll be this fine evening?"

Mama Godwin. What a beautiful, miraculous soul she was. Gamzee has a special place in his heart for Mama Godwin, he likes to believe. When the two mages arrived at her door, she greeted them with the biggest bear hug he had ever received from a woman her diminutive size, one he returned with equal vehemence to Straz's distress.

"Was beginn'n to wonder if ya'll had finalee kicked the bucket! Or well, bout as much as you can in dis world, I s'pose," She muses, welcoming the two into her home, "been praying and ri-chu-wa-liez-in for ya'lls safety and protection. Hopeta be helpin'."

"Of course you do, Mizz Godwin," Gamzee says with a theatrical bow. Straz wasn't sure how much stock he put into such superstitions, but crazier things happen in the Omniverse. He nods, and politely thanks Mama Godwin for her support.

Naturally, Mama Godwin brings them in and sits them down for some tea and roast, making sure their bellies were well enough full. The boys shared some stories of their travels, and Mama caught them up on the goings ons around town. After both sides traded tales, there was a moment of comfortable silence, save for the mildly uncomfortable, knowing, eyebrow raised stare the Potion Lady was giving them.

"...Well, out wit it boys. What sort of powahs ya'lls been messing with? I can sees it, feels it, smells it even. Some sorta aura has touched you boys, 'nd I can't rightfully tell if issa good thing or not."

The two adventurers exchange wary glances, before collectively sighing. There wasn't really an easy way to explain Tearan or his enigmatic ways, but they did try their hardest. The attempt mainly consisted of Gamzee rambling about nonsensical things like miracles and universal energies and constants that Mama Godwin APPARENTLY understood perfectly, followed by intermittent, brief, consistent facts from Strazio. Quite the foils to each other, they were.

At the end of it all, Mama Godwin did nothing but nod and think and mumble to herself.

"Heard things bout dat man. Not much to go off of evah, and I didn't know they was about him, but yep. He poked his head out from da pages of da Omniverse's sordid storybook erry now and then. Ya'lls a lucky lot, to get in good with someone so powahful. Also dangerous, yes yes, very dangerous. But impressive nonetheless. Count yourselves blessed and lucky," She chuckles.

"Blessed, lucky, and marked."