First : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1129146201/ Next : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1129166480/ Previous : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1129147802/ “Pourquoi dois-tu me tourmenter?” (Why must you torment me?) He gave a small peck to Orchid before putting one of her skincare products on one of the tallest shelves. “Satyr problems, couldn’t be me.” “Shut up.” She giggled before knocking it off the shelf with her plant magic. He forgot she had that, she hardly used it except from when she used her voice. Penn sighed, “Forgot you could do that, shortie.” He messed up Orchid’s hair by rubbing the top of her head. “At least I can mess up your hair.” “So can I.” She hopped up to frizz up his hair, leaving him to sigh. “HA! Jokes on you, I can fix this EASILY. Not sure about you.” “Still short.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, a feather had poked back up like a cowlick. He dropped his shoulders, “Damn it.” She just plucked the feather, finding a trashcan to throw it away. “Bird man problems.” She cheered, shrugging. “Right, because we exist.” Penn rolled his eyes, quickly scooping her up. “Again, more short person problems.” “DAMN IT, PENN, PUT ME DOWN!” She giggled, kicking about. “Now who’s laughing at one’s suffering?” He tilted his head as he stared at the woman in his arms. “It’s giving short.” He laughed, giving her a couple pecks. He couldn’t contain much of his laughter, but he couldn’t help but apologize, he doesn’t know why, but he just felt the need to. “Sorry! Sorry!” He dropped her to her feet, small clicking sounds were heard as she landed. “No need.” She kissed him on the forehead, and a light-yellow blush flushed his face. “Huh, yellow. That’s new.” He started stammering, unable to find his words, god, he was half and half on this, she knew exactly where he got shot and she’s using it to her advantage. It’s like he’s frozen in place every time she even touched him there. The same thing had happened to Apollo, one time he gently elbowed them in the gut, and they were frozen for a couple minutes. He thought he broke them. “Penn. Have you- what the hell? Are you getting your iron?” She got slightly closer. “Is this an angel thing or a bird thing? Wait- stupid question, it’s an angel thing, right?” No reply, not like he could. She gently shook him. “Hey, wake up, big guy.” Penn jolted back to reality, quickly and profusely apologizing. “Oh, mon Dieu, désolé! C'est littéralement ma faute, euh-” (Oh my heavens, sorry! It's literally all my fault I- uh-) He sighed, realizing he was in the wrong language. “Sorry.” “No need to apologize.” She tilted her head. No one could resist a face like that- “The blush, what’s it about? Why’s it yellow?” “Uh- I actually don’t know.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking away from her. He looked back at his hand where a black sludge started forming, he just looked at it. Quite the perplexing substance, it was slightly sticky as he fiddled with it in his hand. It looked almost like the substance that covered Hocus while she tried to make a deal with him. He let the tar drop to the ground as he inspected it more with his foot, Orchid looked worryingly at the goo. “What the hell?” She tilted her head, pulling herself closer to Penn. “That’s what I’m OH MY HEAVENS!” He screeched as the tar jumped at him, stretching across his arm and wrapping around his chest. “GET OFF OF HIM!” Orchid called, as if it had a mind of its own, which, it clearly didn’t. The tar expanded as she tried to rip it off, eventually getting around her hands. “DAMN IT!” Down? Why are they going down? It had started to wrap around Orchid’s leg as it dragged them to the floor. Desperate attempts for escape became hopeless as he took one final breath. “Vanity, you got them both.” A woman seemed to have groaned, “You were only supposed to get the bird, this is why I normally control the reassignment goo.” “R-Reassignment?” Penn sputtered, trying to regain his composure. “Wh-where are we?” Wait- he’s alive? HE’S ALIVE! OH, HEAVENS YES! He felt himself for a while, before looking to Orchid who was also happy that she survived, giving a large grin.
“Quinn, mind explaining?” Apollo? Why is Apollo here? A sort of glowing halo was held above his head, a sort of rose in a red tint. Wait- QUINN? Orchid was probably thinking the same thing. “Quinn? Who’s Quinn?” “I’m the Quinn you speak of.” A darkish woman raised a hand, she had cinnamon-like hair that was cut shorter with long bangs, she wore goggles and a smaller top-hat, think steampunk, black baggy pants and a white dress shirt with a brown corset-vest layered over, a tie hung loose, as she had large, mechanical wings. She too, had a halo hover above her head, this had a sort of clock-like symbol. Her eyes looked lacking life, and she had broken one of the spectacles for her glasses. Her face lacked expression, as it was one straight face. She continued as a mutter, “Representation of calm and patience.” “I’m confused- what is this? Like- like a court? I don’t remember committing any crimes.” Penn rubbed the back of his neck, trying to remember at any moment of time of which he did something illegal, which, surprise, surprise, he hadn’t. “Technically, but technically no-o-not.” Bolt grinned, still same old Bolt. Except a couple upgrades, which is nice, he had kept his mechanical arm and leg on display. His screen glitched a bit, but a couple good whacks got it back to normal. “I think you just like the word technically.” Apollo muttered; their leg bounced as if to help them focus on the current situation. A relatively quiet stim. Ace sighed, he looked relatively the same since when he broke free, except he seemed slightly more ethereal as a halo with a heart hovered above his head. “You hadn’t committed any crimes, and you aren’t in trouble.” “Then- wait- hold HOW ARE YOU ALL STILL ALIVE!?” Penn squawked, pointing at Vanity then to Ace, then to Bolt even. “I’VE SEEN BOLT AND VANITY DIE RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES!” “Yes, we thought you all kinda- ceased.” Orchid stammered; her gaze laid wide-eyed at the court before her. “I- mean- well…” “Psh, of course we all did!” Vanity laughed, who knew she has a desirable trait, her halo had a sort of lotus flower in the center, her piercing eyes became slightly gentler, albeit, still horrifying in the dark. She sat right next to Quinn, rubbing a thumb over the back of her hand. “We’re the ‘reassignment court.’ We basically assign and reassign god and sin roles.” Quinn kept her voice barely above a mutter, but Penn could hear them perfectly, oddly enough. “We have been brought to attention of how you started lacking the qualities for wisdom.” Her monotonous voice was almost like white noise, does this woman show any emotion? “Wh-what? What does that mean for me?” Penn perked up at the sudden realization, something he’d never think would happen, if he wasn’t representing wisdom, then what would he represent? This hardly makes much sense; he took a deep breath. Doesn’t help to ask. “Genuinely, what happens now?” “W-W-We-well, you ne-ne-e-e-e” Bolt started, before glitching out and a windows error noise was heard. “Did he forget to update himself?” Apollo looked over to Ace who just shrugged. “Hold on.” They adjusted a couple of screws in the back of Bolt’s head before starting him back up again. “Huh? What? What are we talking about? Oh! Pennsylven! The god of light!” Bolt chirped, putting his hands together and giving a large smile.
