Pablo

Pablo: the boyfriend that the Arcanist forgot about

OOC: In my defense all of what you will read in this I have written under varying levels of "influence". Do not drink and FR kids.
Yes this is a thing. TheArcanist, in a chat with his fellow peers and folllowers, let loose that he had a boyfriend. And, in the typical fashion of the Arcanist, he blew up and destroyed all that held dear, including his presumably beloved boyfriend. But we dunno much about said boyfriend. Dude could've been chill with a lotta stuff -would have to be to date the Arcanist. Who knows what they get up to in their free time. The Arcanist is into some weird expiremenets and it's likely that the arcanist will hurt a lotta those real close to him with hiz expiriments and he's gotta trust that they know how to survive some of the stuff he does. Pablo had to have some surviability skill stuff.

The Arcanists children hid from him that he had a boyfriend for so long after the 'splosion. They presumed that the explosion was fate and that it was destined that he not be with his boyfriend Pablo for any longer but that they shouldn't break up in a way that'd hold him up and therefore the Arcanist should blow up his bf on accidnt and therefore blow up the man he loves and who presumably loves him just because they're not meant to be together. After blowing up his boyfriend the Arcanist lost all memory and forgot stufff and therefore he doesn't remember having a beloved boyfriend.

The Arcanist blew up his original boyfriend but in the spirit of Naomi and the other thingies like that and hax the boyfriend Pablo has been resurrected as a new zombie thingy and he walks the earth again as one of the undead out to take his revenge on the arcanist for luring him in with his long looks and charm and then blowing him up till he's dead and resurrected again as a reborn angry dude.



Pablo sat down at the bar and ordered some tea. He liked this place. Being a mirror in nature territory was harsh sometimes - he'd get some weird looks. But here in Arcane everyone was so weird that he fit right in. It was wonderful. He grasped his tea with sharp claws, gazing about him. He wondered if dragons around here remembered that he could basically see through their clothes via heat vision. He allowed his eyes to wander, taking in the dimly lit room. He loved the way that the firelight lit up the oakwood - nothing could ever replace the nature roots in his heart and he loved to see the simplicity of interior decoration. As an interior decorator by trade, he loved the way the room worked nature in with the firelight, something that does not happen often within Arcane territory.
Suddenly the bartender gestured for Pablo to look over. A dragon was at the other end of the table, a gas mask covering his face and a lab coat covering most of his body. Despite the outfit Pablo could feel the dragon's gaze resting on him. He couldn't tell by heat signature just who this was but he had a strange feeling about this. There was a powerful air around the dragon at the end of the bar, something that said "I'll turn you into a mouse then make you omnipotent then you'll be an omnipotent mouse but unable to do anything because your'e a mouse."
The other dragon sauntered up to him, worming like a spiral trapped in a fae-like body. "Hello! I've been looking for a mirror to help me in my labs, as your eyes are quite useful. Is there any chance I can persuade you to come live with me in my lab? " He paused then hastily added, "With my team of course."
Pablo considered it for a moment. He was an interior decorator. This likely wasn't a job for his type of eye for fashion and good chandiliers. But this guy felt important. Pablo felt like he should trust this guy. It was his fate, his destiny. "Well it depends on who is asking." His jaw dropped as the male removed his mask to reveal the purple face of the local deity. Of all dragons he expected to see behind the mask in a small bar on the outskirts of Arcane territory, surprisingly the Arcanist was not high up on the list. "W-Well of course," stammered Pablo. How could he say no to moving to live with a deity?



The Arcanist really needed an interior decorator. It was a trash heap. Everything was varying shades of purple and glass, in a way that should work but somehow the Arcanist made it NOT WORK. Pablo couldn't hold back a not sarcastic at all gasp when he walked in and saw the rug on the floor. It was circular. Everything in this room was angular as heck but the rug was circular! And the shades were awful. How does purple clash with purple! And so much pink. Too much pink.

"You don't like it?" The Arcanist asked, looking mildly aghast. Pablo shook his head to try and shake off the horror that was that rug to look around at the rest of the room. It was large, with many dragons of varying breeds wandering. Tables spanned from one end of the room to the other, with every wooden inch of table space filled by some experiment. It was a wonder he didn't notice most of this first. It looked like a bunch of toddlers had run through and spilled all over the floor but there's too many spills for the parent to clean up. A couple of fae could be seen pushing around mops and buckets trying to keep up but failing.

"It's...a lot," Pablo says, unable to hide the exasperated tone in his voice. An interior designer's nightmare. But then, that wasn't what he was hired for. "So...uh...where do you want me to start?"

"Right over here," muttered Arcanist, before flying to the other side of the room. The way he flew was in a sort of a spiral, nearly knocking everything over. It was now clear why there were strange puddles on the floor. Pablo shook his head, opening his wings and with a few large flaps he flapped and flapped to fly. From an elevated position, the floor was really pretty. It was hella rainbow and stuff, like a dog painting. He could probably blend in if it wasn't so purple, with his bright beautiful colors. He didn't really like how he looked, all bright colored and radioactive - it made him look more confidant in his scales than he actually felt. Other mirrors would tease him for his bright colors - he'd never spread the plague like that, but he wasn't interested in the usual plague activities. He didn't want to fight for survival, he wanted to get hired by a handsome dragon to decorate a very nice home with a large budget. And magic.


Flying isn't fun for mirror dragons but he made do with his muscular shoulders as he made his way to where the Arcanist had his experiment and sniffed it. "Don't sniff that! It's toxic! It could kill you!" shouted Arcanist. Pablo snorted as he backed away and decided not to sniff it. Not dying is a good plan.



Not dying was a helluvalot harder than he expected. There were explosions, like, all the time. It was on his way to work, dodging explosions (his flying abilities had gotten better and he had gotten better in shape from all the running away, making him quite fit), that he bumped into the Arcanist for the 69th time. Whatever pink glitter the Arcanist was carrying splooshed all over him, dusting the poor mirror and the Arcanist both in pink glitter.

"Oh, stardust," exclaimed the Arcanist, hurriedly dusting the material off of his lab coat. His haste and concern was making Pablo worry.

"Wh-.....what was that, Arcanist?" He cocked his head to the side, giving the dust on his paw a sniff.

"DON'T SNIFF THAT! Or...well, I see you've already done it," the pink god remarked as he drew a notepad and pencil from his lab coat. "Now, tell me exactly what your left paw feels like."

"I think you're really beautiful. Your eyes...they're more beautiful than all of the stars I've ever seen." Pablo immediately placed his claws over his mouth, using his hands to hold his jaws shut. What in the name of the gods had just come over him? Why the heck was he telling the Arcanist this? He watched in horror as the Arcanist's ears slid back in surprise and his eyes widened, but to his surprise the deity did not recoil.

"Uhm...well..." Pablo had never seen his boss flustered like this before. "That was...not the intended reaction... Open your mouth again." It should be noted that the Arcanist wasn't taking notes. He always took notes. But Pablo was too horrified to answer as he shook his head no. "Come on. It's for science and pink glitter." Pablo withdrew his paws reluctantly, only to sneeze a puff of pink glitter on the Arcanist. "IthinkyourinteriordecoratingskillsareamazingandIwantyou todecoratemyroomforthetwoofus," the pink god blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Wait, YOU'RE GAY?" Pablo exclaimed louder than intended, his hands dropping in surprise.

"Yes, the Arcanist does a gay. That is me, the West Coast Gay[TM]. Why do you think I live here." The Arcanist didn't seem perturbed. "I think I made a truth glitter pink powder. I'll file that away for later," he stated matter-of-factly as he scribbled in his notebook, lifting it to cover how his face was going from pink to red.

"....Well... I won't decorate your room if...if..."

"Well, have out with it! Are you wanting me to ask you out, because if so, I will. I am. Pablo, will you be my boyfriend."

And so Pablo and the Arcanist began doing gay dating.



Pablo diary: Dating is hard. It's really hard. And it's harder when you're dating a god, let alone one that is the pure embodiment of chaos. I won't say that I have never slipped a little gay truth powder into the Arcanist's drink, but I also won't say that I'm sure it worked. He's always so straightforward, he blurts things out, I'm never sure if he's telling the truth or not or if he is just blurting facts out. Nerds are hard sometimes. But I make do, because he is so smart. It is so wonderful, dating someone who has a purpose in life and someone who sees me for me - and more, since apparently my eyes are very useful. I worry sometimes, he says my eyes would be beautiful in a jar, but I try to take that as a compliment. I hope. I hope he doesn't remove my eyes. But he does wish well for me, I genuinely believe that much. He may be curious, but he does love me, and he does want me to be safe and happy.

Yesterday he bought me flowers. They were failed experiments, supposed to put out the best scent in the world (it failed, they smelled like farts), but the purpose is what matters. He wanted to make really nice flowers for me, and even though he failed (please get rid of these flowers, someone, they're awful) the point was that he tried. He is trying to give me love. And I spend almost every waking hour (that isn't with him, of course) putsing around his lair and fixing all of the horrendous interior designs he has chosen. It's like he put no thought into funkshway, the furniture is a mix of angular and curved, looking like it was carved by cavemen, while the walls look like they were painted, and then painted over by slightly different shades of pink. Well, that makes sense, experiments probably happened here and he probably had them painted over, but still. It was ugly, and needed fixing for his room...my room...our room.

A deity's bed is so large. I feel like I could get lost on those soft, satin (and stained by...I don't want to know what expirements) sheets and blankets. But it's so huge, it makes me feel small, tiny...almost insignificant. I brought this up to him, and he had another bed brought in. It looks like a familiar's bed, not one made for the boyfriend of a deity. I still choose to sleep in his bed - it's what I feel like I should do, right? But this distance between us on the bed feels strange.



"Come here, I need your eyes." Pablo rolled his eyes as the Arcanist called for him, right before he was done trimming the topiary into a blue vein pansyTM. Topiary trimming had become a hobby to take the stress off of interior decorating. Arcanist was always breaking things, because he was a big clumsy guy and look at that NEK, of course things were getting broken when you whip your head back and forth like you're horizontally headbanging. Pablo sighed, setting down his trimmers and removing his gloriously pink gloves. Oh how gloriously pink they were, his favorite color. They had been a gift from one of the Arcanist's scientists who was joyous that he brought the Arcanist so much happinesss. Sssss.

The mirror trotted over to the god, warily glancing around the Arcanist's noodly figure. "Uh...Um... Are you sure it's safe?" It never boded well when the Arcanist had safety goggles (he didn't care much for safety), gloves (again, safety), and a body shield off to the side (did I say safety, also gods regen fast (Pablo was horrified the first time Arcanist had casually blown his tail off so hard that the plaguebringer got nailed in the head by it). That was a lot of safety. But Pablo trusted his lover more than he had trusted almost anyone. Almost. He did love his mother, his mother was awesome. She took him to the steam vents to look at funny shapes - if you spit salt rocks through sulfur, well, just do it yourself. "What should I look at?"

"Watch the reaction. It should be great, but I want you to see all of it. This is very important - I'm trying to make a self-reproducing glitter. I intend to glitter bomb. The Ice warden is way too serious. I mean, he is so proud of himself for hearing that I am pansexual, but also a West Coast Gay, despite how tiny his ears are. I figure I'd have fun dumping a self reproducing glitter bomb on him. I call it..." He looked to Pablo with excitement, waiting for the other male to encourage him. The Arcanist took the small sigh as a go-ahead. "I call it PlanetQueerTM!" And, with that, he poured the last bit of solution.

It was so sudden. There was nothing to see, no chance of a reaction. There was just a terrifying amount of rainbows. No one (who was pro-LGBT) would have ever guessed that there was an amount of rainbow that could strike terror into someone's soul, that could ruin someone's retinas and leave their very existence overwhelmed. And yet, somehow, the Arcanist managed to eradicate an entire tower from the realm of visual registering. Rainbows are due to the sun, and because of [insert science], the whole tower was invisible. A good chunk of it had a hole in the wall, which was a challenge to find when the still-present tower was invisible.

Loyal scientists rushed into the tower (most of them took a while, there were multiple concussions, head+stone+invisible= brain damage), but when they got there they found (more concussions and a truth bomb later) an invisible Arcanist reeling from the explosion. More frantically searched for Pablo with growing desperation, but there was not even a body to be found.