polariity: (scuffle II Well yeah in hindsight)
The Psiioniic ([personal profile] polariity) wrote in [community profile] thebastion2015-03-09 12:16 am

Day 288

Who: The Helmsman and you
Open: Open
When: Day 288
Where: By the entrance to the Skyway
What: The Helmsman ventures out and comes back with some shinies he's heard so much about.
Format: Any
Warnings: The usual difficulties that come with chatting it up with him

Regardless of the tension that's flared up because of recent discussions, it seems as though the Helmsman's schedule hasn't changed particularly greatly. Today, just like every other day, he ventures outwards from the Tower. Unlike every other day, however, he doesn't venture off onto Dragonfield or wander about the Bastion or lay face down on the grass. Instead, when he shows up again, it's from the direction of the Skyway and a bruise blossoming on one side of his face.

And then he lays down on the grass where anyone could step on him.

At least it's not just laying, this time. Sparks of red and blue lift up tiny little shards for him to inspect curiously. For anyone in the area, he's not hard to miss.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (You know that there’s no place for us)

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[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-26 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Stumbling across him out in the middle of the place had become a somewhat familiar occurrence. The glimmering shards were not. Not exactly. The Disciple had shown him the shiny little things and they'd picked up a few here and there. She just did't thinking

She opened her bag and glanced at the shards piled at the bottom. It was too hard to tell if some were missing. She still wondered if it would be enough. Maybe one more nighttime jaunt. No one seemed to know exactly how much one might need.

"Enjoying your shiny objects?"
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And darling you know)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-27 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
She sits down beside him, settling in for the moment. There's undoubtedly a conversation here, what with the shards, the grass and how tired he seems. She looks a little concerned for a moment, wondering if he wants to go up.

That goes on hold because she has to raise both eyebrows at his statement. Huh.

"...Okay I'm going to assume you mean not a troll. Which isn't possible."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (You know that there’s no place for us)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-27 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
The Monument--Well she hadn't thought it did things like that. It had been explained as giving more tangible things. Like the coon and sopor she was going to get. Paints or weapons.

"I didn't think it could do that. I mean, I had plans to get a few things but can it really just give you knowledge of a whole language? Just how powerful is that?"
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And hold me fast)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-27 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, was that it? She leaned over to stroke his hair, avoiding his horns out of habit. Was that really such a bad thing? Making friends. The ridiculous part of her worries that he'll think it was fake because of course he can't make friends and they can't learn a language with the snap of their fingers.

"Do you consider her your friend?"
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'm a hopeless wanderer)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-27 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Disciple pulls her hand away just a little. Close enough that he could press into it if he wished. At least with this subject she feels more on solid ground.

"You were never good with people doing that. When people did things for you when we were with him, you know? If you like them, let them do it. Be your friend. It's okay to let people get close Psii."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And hold me fast)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-28 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
She rubs her thumb over his scalp, thinking as she reads that floating statement. Oh Psiionic... She's starting to wonder if he'll ever feel secure in this world with her. He can't want this to be fake.

"Hallucinations are the best friends. Not that they are hallucinations. They're people. Weird people to you probably since they're treating you like one of them, huh? People being nice to you doesn't make them hallucinations."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (They write epic verse about)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-28 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She shooshes him, softly, stroking his hair a little. It still hurts, deep down, that he might not believe in her realness and every step is a struggle.

"Real people can be friends, that's right. They're definitely real too. After all that's happened, you sort of know that, right? Deep down."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'm a hopeless wanderer)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-28 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Panic rises up, making her throat stick closed and for a long moment its all she can do to pat his hair. It's almost papping but a touch too frantic. No, calm. She can help him deal with reality, really she can. Again and again, until he can look at her without a shadow of a doubt about what he sees.

"It's okay. It's real, I'm real, this is real. And it's okay. Shhhoosh. "
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'm a hopeless wanderer)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Oh she should have expected this, this sort of reaction, but she didn't. Her arms wrap around him tight; it's all she can think to do. He's clinging to her clothing and that sound. Her arms wrap tighter, like she can hold him together through sheer force of will.

"Shooosh. Shhh, it's..." Her voice trails off and she can't just repeat the same platitudes.

"I know it's hard. To accept. I know it was so hard to deal with your mind making things up to keep you sane, dreaming of us, of rescue, of hope. And I know it's seemed like a long ridiculous dream... And I know I'm not all of them and I'm not the best at this and--Shhh."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And the world has no need of the songs)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Disciple strokes his hair, his back, his arms, anything she can reach without having to move her arms too far. Her grip does loosen, when she hears the way he sounds, the way it doesn't feel like he's breathing right.

"In and out, okay? Breathe in. Breathe out."

Somehow they always end up with the worst of his moments out in the open air. It'd be worrying if she cared about people seeing.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And hold me fast)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Step by step. She'll take it. He may be crying and he may sound like the worst four wheeled transportation vehicle in existence but he's breathing. Things could be so much worse. She strokes along his back in time with his breaths, one long stroke for ever two breaths. One arm is still wrapped tight around him but the other tries to soothe.

"If you need to talk, I can--listen? Not listen, read, you know--you know what I meant."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (We tried so hard to live in the truth)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
She has her cheek pressed against his hair when she notices. Fuck. She swallows a laugh, bitter, before pressing her face back to his hair. It was quite the descriptor for this.

"I agree. Sounds about right. I'm pretty sure I said that word a lot in my head when we found you."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I will share your road)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She squeezes the arm wrapped around his waist, shaking her head. He doesn't need to apologize.

"You like that? I'd rather have seen it than...I was glad I was there. If she'd brought you back alone--I don't know if she could have honestly. But I would have felt terrible. I was glad to be there, even if it was awful to see what you'd been trapped in."

And guilt still sits heavy in her stomach at how she hesitated at the water surrounding him, how she told him to shut up when he quipped about the lucky three. Even if she'd shoved down all her horrible feelings of betrayal at being almost mocked as a hallucination, she still felt the guilt over it.

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