Everyone Hail...

With the stabilization of the Veritas after the Shift, the Pumpkin Patch no longer existed in the Dawn, where it had been conceived, but was taken down to the Delta for safe keeping, along with the Father that had facilitated the entire reconstruction of his PumpKingdom during his rule as PumpKing in its New Image. "Hmhmhm..." he chuckled, having already foreseen this outcome, knowing his son's violent temperament ALL too well. He stepped toward the home that was specially made for himself, gazing up to it with an absolute, yet exceedingly calm stare,


As he entered his cozy, humble home in the Pumpkin Patch, he would, feeling the flare of his clearly enraged son, wait for everything to come together as already foreseen by the Father for his Children. All he had to do was relax and wait for them to resolve things here on their own.

"As Expected..." said he who sat in the Land lit of Lanterns, waiting for the Lights to inhabit, "... My Eldest Is Still Rather Brazen." He kicked his feet up upon a lofty cushion, also shaped like a soft pumpkin, sighing in relief now that he had his rest and his children were finishing the Family Business. He was pleased with them, as well as the body he'd made for himself that fit rather nicely.

"Tell Him This Exactly, Flaming Messenger," he began, closing his eyes and reclining in a soft chair, "Oh, Burning One, Is Your Land Not Beautiful In Your Eyes? Is Your Land Not Yours To Do With As You See Fit?" He let those words settle in the air before humming gentle in peace. "Say Those Words. That Is All The Council I Will Give." He smiled, chuckling rather nonchalantly, "... He Is Smart. He Is Wise. He Will Understand What He Must Do. Tell Him The Pumpkin Patch Is Safe, But Would Not Be If It Remained With Him." He spoke no more after this, but fell into slumber, awaiting for the Time to Come...

Some hours passed before the Pumpkinhead and Pumpkinheart would burst into the Pumpkin Patch from the Academy where their energies were stationed in a puff of smoke shaped like a pumpkin, "Haaa haaa, very funny, Dad." He would release his love and let her be, crossing his arms and bobbing his head childishly from side to side, "I know, I know, 'You See All' and 'You Planned Everything Since Before Time Began' and are 'All Knowing' and everything and 'I'm Still a Boy' and blahhh blahh blahhhh." He couldn't believe that he couldn't see this coming, quite honestly. His Father truly did dupe him, and did it for the greater good of everyone and everything as opposed to Pumpkinhead's selfishness... As usual. "Don't worry. I get the concept now."

His eyes slid open slightly at the appearance of his son in his 4th Restriction form, of which he was hoping to see sometime soon once he figured out the true purpose of why this land was placed in the Delta and not left to his 6th Restriction form in the Dawn. He laughed himself out of his nap, sitting back up in his chair and taking a gander at the physical form of his son, "Hahaha! Seems As Though You've Finally Wised Up, Hm? Saves Me A Talk With You. As Expected, Too, Naturally."

He nodded his head politely to the new addition to the family, Pumpkinheart, out of courtesy, yet still remained focused on his son, "And I See Your Flame Is A Hearty Green, Like Your Brother, Now. Calmed Down, I Take It?" He chuckled, knowing that was an important lesson for Pumpkinhead to learn; patience and calmness. He had the 'patience' part to a limited degree, being able to wait for extended periods of time, but in it, he was always less than temperate, which was the next lesson he needed to learn and why he could never seem to get out of his ruts. No matter how long he waited, if he never understood that he was supposed to wait and be calm, then he would never stop waiting nor get to what he was waiting for, no matter how patient he was. Temperance was key for him in order for him to gain the true spectrum of the Vision.

"I Am Pleased To See You've Understood The Sight A Little Better, As Well As The True Extent Of My Own." His selfish thoughts, though with good intention, were not for the best of the All, which it seemed Tigen was much better at figuring out. Fortunately, everyone was thinking about Pumpkinhead as well, regardless of what it looked like at the immediate moment. It was all love in the family, and he needed to witness it for himself, regardless of how long it may have taken to make the full swing sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a hearty chuckle, playfully brushing he and his words aside, "... Just as much of a hard-ass as ever. Must be where I get it from, eh?" He burst into laughter, which quaked the land brought the dim pumpkin shaped lanterns littering the city to a brightness that illuminated the whole town simultaneously, flames spurting from their carved eyes and mouths with just as much vivacity. They were the same shade of green as his flame. "But, as usual, you STILL know what is best and will definitely guide your hand over something for the greater." It was like the two of them were picking up right where they left off; from that hellstorm of a Coronation Ceremony in the Lost World to the peaceful pleasantry of the New World. They'd done it, and it seemed like Pumpkinhead was finally happy.

"Well then, Father..." he said, taking a seat on one of the plush pumpkin pillows on their leather pumpkin couch, "... Guess it's time for you and the misses to get acquainted, eh?" She was gonna be around for a long, long time, so it was best for her to get to know the family... Starting with his Father.

Pumpkinheart, having been waiting for the proper time to speak and not to be so rude as to interrupt the reunion of Father and Son would simply smile shyly and try to gather her words during their banter. She held her arm behind her back, trying to hide her nervousness and shyness for meeting her darling's father. From his very demeanor, he was clearly confident and powerful, and it showed. It was definitely where his son got it from, even if he was a lot more lax and slightly arrogantly open about it. Just one of his quirks.

"Um..." she said as she was basically handed the spotlight by Pumpkinhead, "... H-Hello there, Sir... I'm your um..." She wasn't quite sure of how to say it... "... Daughter. Pumpkinheart." She thought up the name herself and hoped that he liked it... Since she was aware of how they revered Pumpkins due to their heritage as Lanterns. "I hope we can get along well..."

St. Troix couldn't help but chuckle at her, passing his glazed, yet sharp gaze over to his son, who had made himself just as comfortable as he was. "... She's Cute. Especially With How Shy She Is." He knew there was more to her than that, but she would understand the extent of his Sight in time through getting to know him; just as everyone else did. Only his children knew the extent of his power, and even they still couldn't comprehend the full extent of it. One of the great mysteries of their Father.

"A Pleasure To Meet You, Pumpkinheart. I Appreciate Your Thoughtfulness And Consideration To The Family, As Well As Dealing With That Waxy-Eared Pumpkin Head Over There." He could tell from her voice that she would be a wonderful addition to the family, as well as a good, loving wife. Still, he wished that she could be more open about who she truly was. He wasn't going to expose her, however; She would open up on her own time, and he would simply let her do so. "You Are Hereby Officially Welcome Into My Home And My Family. If My Son Likes You, I See No Qualm. As Thick-Headed As He May Be, He Does Have Good Judgment." It was the sole reason he had him watch over Tigen when they were sent to the Lost World. Both of them needed to learn from each other, and they certainly both did. It showed in the both of them now, with Tigen as Pumpking and Pumpkinhead no longer in his eternal sorrow and rage. As planned.

"Well. Don't Be So Stiff, Young One. Take A Seat. Relax. It Is All Love Once You're In The Family." He chuckled again, resting his eyes, yet still remaining very thoroughly attentive. "Besides. I Want To Hear About You A Bit More."

He snickered under his breath, finding her shyness to be more than adorable, as well. "Yeah. She's a cutie, ain't she?" He honestly was quite fond of it, and found her to be quite the catch... Especially for a crazy fuck like him. Yet, even so, he felt like the two of them would get along well once she stopped being so nervous. He knew what she was REALLY like, and he also knew that her Father wouldn't mind her opening up to reveal her true colors... Not that he couldn't see them already, given the nature of his family. She was pretty rough and tumble, when she was being open. However, it was all up to her level of comfort. Forcing her to do things was never a good idea, and he knew that for a fact. She was like a stone wall sometimes. "Go on, bae. Don't be so stiff. You want a sammich or some shit?" Hopefully it would help her feel a bit more relaxed. Didn't want to scare her or make her feel unwelcome or anything. Hopefully, she'd loosen up if they gave her some good Lantern warmth.

"I mean, like pops said, it's all lov--"

He stopped abruptly when he felt a powerful shift in the Veritas with the connection he'd recently established with the Shinseigami, allowing them to share and shift consciousness as they both saw fit within each other through the Universal Consciousness that was he, himself. It was almost like some sort of... Mental distress signal.

"... Yo, uh. 'Scuse me guys. I gotta take this call..." He immediately stood up and swiftly made his way to the door, "You two play nice now! Hahahaha!!!" He'd leave the two of them alone to get acquainted whilst he... Went to see what was up in the Delta. Being the Oversoul of the Delta meant that he was also basically the Overseer of this entire land... Meaning, when it was time, he had to spring right into action in order to keep the Peace in this place. The moment he stepped outside, he took himself into the sun's rays and used them as a conduit for instantaneous transportation among the Delta's plane.

"Hmhmhm..." he chuckled lightly, watching as she sped out of the door where her heart was leading her and hearing the sound of success ringing like a gong between their hearts, carried on the waves of 'The Siren' before returning to the solace of his recliner and leaning back nonchalantly, "... It Seems As Though My Surprise For Them Was Successful..." He ran his hands smoothly through his hair, smiled softly, closing his eyes so that he may drift off into Peace, "... I Still Got It..." He'd let them have their fun for a while until it was time to make any major moves on his part. He teaching one of his Sons was next. "... Rest In Peace, All My Children..."