A Little Bonding Time (Cyril/Artik/Makoto)

"Yew wuld thenk thaht yew wuld've gohttehn ovar theh effexs of acid by nao Arty!" Cyril adopted a Scottish for no reason.

Makoto watched the two of then be idiots. "My god I'm surrounded by lightweights." Makoto say on a rock and devided to see what they could get into.

"Makororororororororororororororoorooorororororororororoororrororoororroro!!"

Cyril hugged Makoto and whispered in his ear. "I am completely sober but this is fun."
He yodeled softly.

Makoto ignored the stupidity.

Artik ran towards a huge crater of desolation. West City, "NEW ORLEANS!!"

"Er... Artik noh yew shouldn go theer." Cyril glanced at Makoto. Babysitting the literal high King of Vegeta. Fun.

Artik was about to do something, the worst possible decision ever.

Makoto didn't care.

"Don't doo et Arhtick." Cyril warned, still Scottish. "Don't. Doo. Et."

Artik...


Got a reverse mortgage!!! D:

Cyril slapped Artik silly, "YW CRAZY BAHSTARD! HOW CULD YEW?!"

Artik sobered up.

Makoto....didn't...Care

"Not to be rude Makoto, but how are you alive?"

Makoto looked at Cyril. "Well um...Ill tel you everything I know...it is actually a srta long story.

Artik sighed, "Go on..."

Cyril started a bonfire from the Artik's reverse mortgage paper work.

Makoto took a breath. "When Artik killed me I felt my death. But then I opened my eyes and I saw the same blast heading towards me again. I felt my entire body burned away once more. Then again. The blast heading towards me, the pain of dying. Over and over and over and over!" Makoto's fists clenched tightly as he spoke, anger and pain rising beneath the tone of his voice. "I lived my death again and again for what seemed like an eternity. Never having a single respite from the pain, never seeing an end to the loop of torment."

"Go on."

Cyril nudged Artik with his elbow. "That was you!" he whispered excitedly, as if Artik didn't catch that.

Makoto continued his story. "At one point I had resigned myself to my fate and was ready to feel the blast once again. However it never came. I was floating in a void of white. Slowly pictures began to form around me. They were unclear at first but I soon saw what they were." Makoto pointed at Artik. "They were of you, the things you had done, the people you knew." Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly. "Solar King."

Artik hummed, trying not to show his slighf fear, he just kept humming "Sun King".

"Goooo oooonnn."

Makoto looked at Artik. "I have seen your past..." Makoto said solemnly. "Your no different than I am." Makoto left it at that and continued, leaving out the part about a mysterious voice speaking to him. "After that I woke up outside the city, I saw warships attacking and armies fighting and of course I knew who would be in the center of it. That is all I know."