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WHO: Bielobog Anger & Czernobog Anger
WHEN: Shortly before arriving at Strixhaven
WHERE: Rakh Ozgabkgog, Ikoria
WHAT: The bog twins saw off their tusks.
WARNINGS: Blood, swearing, questionable dentistry.
Staring at the implements scattered across the worktableâknife, saw, hammer, chisel, axe, sword, hook, pliers, scissors, file, drillâCzernobog begins to have doubts.
Technically, this is his idea. He might have never stepped foot off Ikoria, but he'd interacted enough with the humans here to know what colossal dicks they could be to someone of orcish lineage. (Nevermind that they're half-human themselves and better hunters than most other humans.) Clean slate, he'd said. No need to bring all that shit with them. And how hard is this going to be really, like a couple chops and they're done? Big deal.
He clears his throat loudly and picks up the hacksaw. He'll die before he lets Bielo think he's scared. "'kay. Let's do this."
"You volunteering me to go first?" Bielo asks, a sneer pasted on her face. This is stupid. Just objectively stupid. They don't know anything about this invitation, this university, what kind of situation they're walking on into, and they're over here mutilating themselves anyway. What if she needs to bite someone when they get there? What kind of damage can she deal with her stupid spinach-eating teeth?? And all because humans can't be trusted to control their collective raging inferiority complex?? Stupid. "'Cause I'll bite your pinky off if you bitch out after I go."
"I'm not gonna bitch out. Actually figured you were going to bitch out, so I was gonna let you go first before you started crying and whining." She always knows what to say to piss him off. Cze growls in throat, making a show of his aggravation, because that's easier than admitting how sweaty his hands are getting over this whole thing. "Fuck, whatever. I'll go first."
With zero warning, he tosses the saw at her.
Bielo grabs for the saw a second too late, misses entirely, and smacks the blade straight down with her palm. Fuck. Just for that she should insist on going first, or challenge him to a fight, or grab a hammer and knock those tusks straight out of his gums when he's least suspecting it.
"Oh forâ" The saw cuts her off with a clang as it hits the floor, and Bielo reflexively clenches her fists. But this isnât how humans solve problems. Sheâs⌠not entirely sure how they actually do solve problems, but she figures at least 35% of the time it doesnât involve fists.
"You're such a fucking inconvenience." Bielo rolls her eyes and heaves an exaggerated sigh as she picks the saw back up from the ground. "I'm not giving you a stick to bite on if you feel woozy now."
Cze crosses his arms, making no move to help. "I can get my own damn stick. I'll even be nice and get you a stick and not drop you in the dirt when you pass out on your turn." This is a truly terrible idea, but it's too late to back out now. If Bielo had shown even the slightest shred of doubtâno, not even then. He can count on one hand the number of times he's admitted to fallibility, which is exactly one more time than Bielo's record, and he refuses to let her keep winning.
He exhales. "Just⌠get it over with. We can't fuck around all day, we still need to catch a nightmare beast." Another step of the grand plan where Cze has only the faintest idea how they're going to pull it off.
Right. Fine. Whatever! If Cze wants to get this over with, Bielo is all too happy to oblige. She straightens her shoulders and squares her jaw, barely stalling at all actually, stomps forward and grabs her brother by his bottom teeth. With a yank, she pulls him down to her height.
"I still don't know what we're supposed to do once we catch the thing," she says, all nonchalance as she jams the saw against Cze's right tusk. "Like, do we ride it or are we supposed to sacrifice a kid to it?"
It's cool that Bielo is sharing her thoughts right now. It implies she believes Cze can follow the conversation while she carves through his teeth, which is honestly a compliment coming from her.
Unfortunately, his mind only follows as far as do we ride it before a brain-melting, synapse-burning amount of pain floods his entire body. Something like an unmanly wail escapes his mouth. Survival instincts kick in, and Cze musters all of his strength to shove his sister away from him.
"What the fuck?" Bielo yelps as she stumbles back into the work table, knocking two hammers and a sword to the ground. Her teeth clench together and a small growl escapes her throat. "Don't tell me you're fucking crying already."
Cze stares determinedly at the ceiling, because there totally aren't any tears gathering in his eyes. He focuses on breathing and blinking. He's fine. He's fine, fuck you.
"Fuck you," he says, because it's the most important sentiment to convey right now. He tongues the side of his mouth, tasting blood and feeling the cut Bielo already made in his right tusk. It's not very deep. Shit. He can't be crying over a tiny little dent. Is it really too late to call the whole thing off?
He looks at his sister's face. He imagines them dying here before the age of thirty, ripped apart by a giant sabertooth or poisoned by a death-dweller or stomped by a pyroceratops. Yeah, it's too fucking late.
"Go again." This time, Cze lays down on the ground. Harder to run like this.
Bielo squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath to center herself. Normally, she'd throw or punch or bite something to get rid of this tension in her jaw, this jittery energy making the handle of the hacksaw damp with sweat. But she needs to learn the art of bottling it up if she's going to fit in at this place.
She steps forward and puts one foot on her brother's chest. Just in case he needs help staying the fuck in place.
"On three," she says, readying her saw. "One. Two." Bielo clenches her teeth as she saws into his tusk once again.
It doesn't hurt any fucking less, but at least this time Cze is ready for it. He's an orc, dammit. A dinosaur hunter. A warrior of Rakh Ozgabkgog, with the scars to prove it. He grabs the leg of the heavy worktable, digging his nails into the wood. He doesn't cry. He doesn't cry.
He's so focused on not moving that it's unexpected when Bielo finally pulls away, and half his tooth falls into his mouth. He spits it out. "None of those wussy wizards are doing shit like this, huh," he says through a mouthful of blood.
Welp. There's no going back on this now. As weird as Cze looks with his lopsided tusks, it means they're committed. No matter what, they have to follow through with thisâwith the tusks, with the nightmare beast, with this whole university thing. Because her brother looks like a dumbass.
"Bet they'd be little bitches about it if they did." Bielo shakes out her saw hand and wipes her palm on the side of her pants. Okay. She can do this again. In fact, now that she knows what to expect, it should be even easier.
"Alright, second verse, same as the first, let's go." Bielo grips her saw and readies it for mutilation.
Cze feels his mouth with one hand, and is thinking the same thing, even if neither of them voice it. He has to go to Strixhaven now. He'll be a laughingstock if the rest of the settlement sees him like this. Luckily, he doesn't give a fuck about anyone's opinion except Bielo's. (And arguably the entire school of magic users that he's doing this for, but. Mostly Bielo.)
"You okay?" Lest she think this is rooted in either pity or genuine concern, Cze adds: "We could do you next. Tooth for a tooth. I can't be the only one who looks like a fuckin' dumbass."
"'Course I'm fuckin' okay," Bielo snarls through clenched teeth, but she reflexively takes a step back at the suggestion.
Fuck. Stupid fucking survival instincts making her look bad.
Fine. Whatever. She straightens her posture and flings the saw toward her brother. "Bet I'll pull it off better than you."
Cze avoids getting sawed in the face only because he rolls right out of the way. A coward move, but Bielo can't say shit about it, as she probably wouldn't want someone with one eye doing experimental dentistry on her, would she? He sits up to check the bladeâstill sharpâand then shakes his head, frowning. He feels... off-balance. Weird.
That'll be fixed soon enough. He hefts the saw, putting it right up against Bielo's left tusk. "Tap my arm if you want me to stop, 'cause I'm not gonna quit even if you start crying. And it's okay if you wanna cry. I'm not gonna judge you." He's smirking like an asshole as he starts sawing.
The sawblade carving into her tooth doesnât immediately register as pain to Bielo. Itâs more of a white-hot flash that completely engulfs her mind, suppressing every instinct that isnât there to protect her from pain. So, close enough.
But she isnât going to cry. If Cze can do it, she can do it with a fucking smile. Bielo closes her eyes and tightens her fists, her fingernails finding a small cut in her right palm from the saw, and she digs into it. Itâs a smaller, sharper, more manageable pain, one she can process and handle and focus on while the grinding of the saw reverberates through her entire skull.
Until it stops. She opens her eyes as her left tuskâthe slightly smaller one, with a little curl at the top that always kind of irritated her when she could see it out of the corner of her eyeâtumbles to the ground. âDid it in one,â she says with an attempt at that same mocking swagger she had earlier, but her voice is raspier and shakier than she wants it to be, and her hands are still kind of sweaty and maybe she shouldnât be slicing into her brotherâs bones again before she feels 100% confident she wonât look like a weak idiot.
Bielo takes a deep breath. âWe should do shots before we do the others.â
"Yeah, yeah, you're a fuckin' badass." Cze's fingers flex on the handle of the saw, and he doesn't dare put it down because he's not sure he can do this again if he does. They're no strangers to hurting each otherâthey grew up fighting, figuratively and literally, and rarely ever hold back. But it's one thing to hit your sister in a fistfight, and another to submit her to... torture, basically. Disfiguration.
If any of their neighbors sees this, they're going to think the two of them have lost it. On the other hand, he could really use a fucking drink. "Shots," he agrees. "Then we do the others. Grab our bags. Find the nightmare beast. Fight the nightmare beast. Go to university. Easy."
Cze looks at Bielo, who looks ridiculous with one tusk, like he must look ridiculous. He punches her in the arm, a silent declaration of support and kinship.
"Yeah, easy as countin' teeth on skyshark," Bielo snorts and shoots a sardonic, lopsided smirk at her brother. "C'mon, I'll race you there."
WHEN: Shortly before arriving at Strixhaven
WHERE: Rakh Ozgabkgog, Ikoria
WHAT: The bog twins saw off their tusks.
WARNINGS: Blood, swearing, questionable dentistry.
Staring at the implements scattered across the worktableâknife, saw, hammer, chisel, axe, sword, hook, pliers, scissors, file, drillâCzernobog begins to have doubts.
Technically, this is his idea. He might have never stepped foot off Ikoria, but he'd interacted enough with the humans here to know what colossal dicks they could be to someone of orcish lineage. (Nevermind that they're half-human themselves and better hunters than most other humans.) Clean slate, he'd said. No need to bring all that shit with them. And how hard is this going to be really, like a couple chops and they're done? Big deal.
He clears his throat loudly and picks up the hacksaw. He'll die before he lets Bielo think he's scared. "'kay. Let's do this."
"You volunteering me to go first?" Bielo asks, a sneer pasted on her face. This is stupid. Just objectively stupid. They don't know anything about this invitation, this university, what kind of situation they're walking on into, and they're over here mutilating themselves anyway. What if she needs to bite someone when they get there? What kind of damage can she deal with her stupid spinach-eating teeth?? And all because humans can't be trusted to control their collective raging inferiority complex?? Stupid. "'Cause I'll bite your pinky off if you bitch out after I go."
"I'm not gonna bitch out. Actually figured you were going to bitch out, so I was gonna let you go first before you started crying and whining." She always knows what to say to piss him off. Cze growls in throat, making a show of his aggravation, because that's easier than admitting how sweaty his hands are getting over this whole thing. "Fuck, whatever. I'll go first."
With zero warning, he tosses the saw at her.
Bielo grabs for the saw a second too late, misses entirely, and smacks the blade straight down with her palm. Fuck. Just for that she should insist on going first, or challenge him to a fight, or grab a hammer and knock those tusks straight out of his gums when he's least suspecting it.
"Oh forâ" The saw cuts her off with a clang as it hits the floor, and Bielo reflexively clenches her fists. But this isnât how humans solve problems. Sheâs⌠not entirely sure how they actually do solve problems, but she figures at least 35% of the time it doesnât involve fists.
"You're such a fucking inconvenience." Bielo rolls her eyes and heaves an exaggerated sigh as she picks the saw back up from the ground. "I'm not giving you a stick to bite on if you feel woozy now."
Cze crosses his arms, making no move to help. "I can get my own damn stick. I'll even be nice and get you a stick and not drop you in the dirt when you pass out on your turn." This is a truly terrible idea, but it's too late to back out now. If Bielo had shown even the slightest shred of doubtâno, not even then. He can count on one hand the number of times he's admitted to fallibility, which is exactly one more time than Bielo's record, and he refuses to let her keep winning.
He exhales. "Just⌠get it over with. We can't fuck around all day, we still need to catch a nightmare beast." Another step of the grand plan where Cze has only the faintest idea how they're going to pull it off.
Right. Fine. Whatever! If Cze wants to get this over with, Bielo is all too happy to oblige. She straightens her shoulders and squares her jaw, barely stalling at all actually, stomps forward and grabs her brother by his bottom teeth. With a yank, she pulls him down to her height.
"I still don't know what we're supposed to do once we catch the thing," she says, all nonchalance as she jams the saw against Cze's right tusk. "Like, do we ride it or are we supposed to sacrifice a kid to it?"
It's cool that Bielo is sharing her thoughts right now. It implies she believes Cze can follow the conversation while she carves through his teeth, which is honestly a compliment coming from her.
Unfortunately, his mind only follows as far as do we ride it before a brain-melting, synapse-burning amount of pain floods his entire body. Something like an unmanly wail escapes his mouth. Survival instincts kick in, and Cze musters all of his strength to shove his sister away from him.
"What the fuck?" Bielo yelps as she stumbles back into the work table, knocking two hammers and a sword to the ground. Her teeth clench together and a small growl escapes her throat. "Don't tell me you're fucking crying already."
Cze stares determinedly at the ceiling, because there totally aren't any tears gathering in his eyes. He focuses on breathing and blinking. He's fine. He's fine, fuck you.
"Fuck you," he says, because it's the most important sentiment to convey right now. He tongues the side of his mouth, tasting blood and feeling the cut Bielo already made in his right tusk. It's not very deep. Shit. He can't be crying over a tiny little dent. Is it really too late to call the whole thing off?
He looks at his sister's face. He imagines them dying here before the age of thirty, ripped apart by a giant sabertooth or poisoned by a death-dweller or stomped by a pyroceratops. Yeah, it's too fucking late.
"Go again." This time, Cze lays down on the ground. Harder to run like this.
Bielo squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath to center herself. Normally, she'd throw or punch or bite something to get rid of this tension in her jaw, this jittery energy making the handle of the hacksaw damp with sweat. But she needs to learn the art of bottling it up if she's going to fit in at this place.
She steps forward and puts one foot on her brother's chest. Just in case he needs help staying the fuck in place.
"On three," she says, readying her saw. "One. Two." Bielo clenches her teeth as she saws into his tusk once again.
It doesn't hurt any fucking less, but at least this time Cze is ready for it. He's an orc, dammit. A dinosaur hunter. A warrior of Rakh Ozgabkgog, with the scars to prove it. He grabs the leg of the heavy worktable, digging his nails into the wood. He doesn't cry. He doesn't cry.
He's so focused on not moving that it's unexpected when Bielo finally pulls away, and half his tooth falls into his mouth. He spits it out. "None of those wussy wizards are doing shit like this, huh," he says through a mouthful of blood.
Welp. There's no going back on this now. As weird as Cze looks with his lopsided tusks, it means they're committed. No matter what, they have to follow through with thisâwith the tusks, with the nightmare beast, with this whole university thing. Because her brother looks like a dumbass.
"Bet they'd be little bitches about it if they did." Bielo shakes out her saw hand and wipes her palm on the side of her pants. Okay. She can do this again. In fact, now that she knows what to expect, it should be even easier.
"Alright, second verse, same as the first, let's go." Bielo grips her saw and readies it for mutilation.
Cze feels his mouth with one hand, and is thinking the same thing, even if neither of them voice it. He has to go to Strixhaven now. He'll be a laughingstock if the rest of the settlement sees him like this. Luckily, he doesn't give a fuck about anyone's opinion except Bielo's. (And arguably the entire school of magic users that he's doing this for, but. Mostly Bielo.)
"You okay?" Lest she think this is rooted in either pity or genuine concern, Cze adds: "We could do you next. Tooth for a tooth. I can't be the only one who looks like a fuckin' dumbass."
"'Course I'm fuckin' okay," Bielo snarls through clenched teeth, but she reflexively takes a step back at the suggestion.
Fuck. Stupid fucking survival instincts making her look bad.
Fine. Whatever. She straightens her posture and flings the saw toward her brother. "Bet I'll pull it off better than you."
Cze avoids getting sawed in the face only because he rolls right out of the way. A coward move, but Bielo can't say shit about it, as she probably wouldn't want someone with one eye doing experimental dentistry on her, would she? He sits up to check the bladeâstill sharpâand then shakes his head, frowning. He feels... off-balance. Weird.
That'll be fixed soon enough. He hefts the saw, putting it right up against Bielo's left tusk. "Tap my arm if you want me to stop, 'cause I'm not gonna quit even if you start crying. And it's okay if you wanna cry. I'm not gonna judge you." He's smirking like an asshole as he starts sawing.
The sawblade carving into her tooth doesnât immediately register as pain to Bielo. Itâs more of a white-hot flash that completely engulfs her mind, suppressing every instinct that isnât there to protect her from pain. So, close enough.
But she isnât going to cry. If Cze can do it, she can do it with a fucking smile. Bielo closes her eyes and tightens her fists, her fingernails finding a small cut in her right palm from the saw, and she digs into it. Itâs a smaller, sharper, more manageable pain, one she can process and handle and focus on while the grinding of the saw reverberates through her entire skull.
Until it stops. She opens her eyes as her left tuskâthe slightly smaller one, with a little curl at the top that always kind of irritated her when she could see it out of the corner of her eyeâtumbles to the ground. âDid it in one,â she says with an attempt at that same mocking swagger she had earlier, but her voice is raspier and shakier than she wants it to be, and her hands are still kind of sweaty and maybe she shouldnât be slicing into her brotherâs bones again before she feels 100% confident she wonât look like a weak idiot.
Bielo takes a deep breath. âWe should do shots before we do the others.â
"Yeah, yeah, you're a fuckin' badass." Cze's fingers flex on the handle of the saw, and he doesn't dare put it down because he's not sure he can do this again if he does. They're no strangers to hurting each otherâthey grew up fighting, figuratively and literally, and rarely ever hold back. But it's one thing to hit your sister in a fistfight, and another to submit her to... torture, basically. Disfiguration.
If any of their neighbors sees this, they're going to think the two of them have lost it. On the other hand, he could really use a fucking drink. "Shots," he agrees. "Then we do the others. Grab our bags. Find the nightmare beast. Fight the nightmare beast. Go to university. Easy."
Cze looks at Bielo, who looks ridiculous with one tusk, like he must look ridiculous. He punches her in the arm, a silent declaration of support and kinship.
"Yeah, easy as countin' teeth on skyshark," Bielo snorts and shoots a sardonic, lopsided smirk at her brother. "C'mon, I'll race you there."