CHIRAL: SIDE Y

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CoolZack
>Sorry Yuppers, had to take care of something.
>Could you bring the items to Cripes?

Privatelog (Cripesalmighty)
Coolzack.
>Mm. Alright. Explanation time.
>Short version is I'm trying to test the waters as it were.
>Try to use my powers for something simple and work from there.
>Now, where you come in is I need someone to act as both conduit and beacon for my power.
>With your help, and the materials Yuppers gathered for me, I should be able to interact more directly than through this console.
>Albeit with a few strings attached for me.
>Anyways, once Yuppers brings you the items, you're going to need to pick a place where you can be calm and relax.
>Not strictly necessary, but not being calm during the process tends to cause headaches.

You keep up a conversation with the enigmatic group of ZACKS, as well as keeping track of the Chatlog.

ChatlogShow

CoolZack: Sorry Yuppers, had to take care of something.
CoolZack: Could you bring the items to Cripes?
YUPPERS: ...gnhh
YUPPERS: yes, that is DOABLE.
cripesalmighty: Me and TG are at the uh, R/G needspenser in the big hallway!
cripesalmighty: It’s right down the way from the explosion zone, you can’t miss it.
tiptopGipgop: Finally, a landmark.
YUPPERS: expect me SOON.
Crast Pactian: it is wonderful to see plans taking form!
1234567890: 5p34k1n6 0f wh1ch
1234567890: w411
1234567890: p1ck4x3
1234567890: c0111d3 7h3 7w0 70637h3r p13453
Crast Pactian: on it, i promise!

Privatelog (Zack)Show

CoolZack: Mm. Alright. Explanation time.
CoolZack: Short version is I'm trying to test the waters as it were.
CoolZack: Try to use my powers for something simple and work from there.
cripesalmighty: Holy cripes, powers?
cripesalmighty: Are you some kinda magic being like Shellgowrath I mean Violent Zack?
cripesalmighty: Are you a hero??
CoolZack: Now, where you come in is I need someone to act as both conduit and beacon for my power.
cripesalmighty: Damn, okay!
CoolZack: With your help, and the materials Yuppers gathered for me, I should be able to interact more directly than through this console.
CoolZack: Albeit with a few strings attached for me.
CoolZack: Anyways, once Yuppers brings you the items, you're going to need to pick a place where you can be calm and relax.
cripesalmighty: ...wait, really?
cripesalmighty: Like, a meditation spot??
CoolZack: Not strictly necessary, but not being calm during the process tends to cause headaches.
cripesalmighty: Okay, if you say so!
cripesalmighty: I think I actually might use Hunk’s room. He soundproofed it a while back and he’s actually one of the quietest people I know.
cripesalmighty: We’ve done some soul-searching together in the past, that’s for sure.

"You know," Tipsy says, "Sometimes you get so excited while you're type-speaking that I can hear your privatelogs."

You gasp. "Bullhock! I'm super quiet."

She raises her brow, laughing. "You are many great things, but I don't think quiet is a... consistent one."

"Eh."

After a few moments of quiet, she flicks the pair of sunglasses open, holding them briefly to her face, then dropping it down. "...don't people know we don't have ears."

You burst out in a sudden couple of laughs. It's been a weird day. The dumbest stuff is funny.

"Hey," you say, "after Yuptam gets here with that stuff, Cool Zack wants me to use it to, uh... do something to channel his power, I guess? So I'm gonna go to someplace nice and quiet to do that. He said, um... calm's a good thing."

Tipsy considers this for a moment. "Okay, noted, you can run along. Who says Cool Zack's a dude, anyway?"

You shrug. "I guess 'cus they're all named Zack. But that was just one person who named 'em Zack, so... they could be anything, I guess."

"I've been thinking about it, and truthfully, Zack is a pretty dorky name."

"Is not," you insist. "It's the least dorkiest of all the... names in its dorky category!"

"That's what you said about Gary, and Clyde before that." She gives you a bit of a look. "Maybe it's time to tell the Zacks to pick new names for each and every one of themselves, like sane, rational people."

"If they want to make themselves more enigmatic," says Yuptam from behind her, "they are perfectly free. But my brain is gumptioned enough without constant name changes. At least now we have a collective term."



There he is, carrying that LOW-RES BACKPACK SPRITE. Wow!!

"Hello again," Tipsy states.

"I brought you the chalk-wax-string combo, Geneviève. Cool Zack has drained me dry with this menagerie." He hoists the backpack up for a moment with one hand. It is effortless for him. He is still the nineteenth strongest, you can tell.

You grin and nod, approaching. "Alright! Thank you, Yuptam." The pack rattles with, decidedly, a load more shit than just chalk and wax and string. It also weighs at least half as much as you, and as he hands it to you, you hoist with immense trouble, and a noticable lean.

Yuptam simply says, "Good morning," and in a moment, is on his way back to his domain.