Day 255 - Yeah no

[polariity]

When: Day 255, midday
Who: The Helmsman and anyone who trips over his prone body
Open/Close: Open
Where: The middle of the Bastion, facedown
What: You know what's nice? Grass is nice.
Format: I'll match
Warning: Blood warning/minor self harm in Aoi and Disciple threads

Ever since he'd been brought to the hospital in the middle of the night by Aradia and the Disciple, the Helmsman has been quiet. His throat has been in no condition to really speak, which had been one thing, but besides that... Any attempts to speak with him have just earned a narrow eyed look and thinned lips, although he'd gone along with attempts to feed him and put him into some cleaner clothes.

Apparently, today's the day that changes because anyone going about their business in the Bastion is liable to notice the gray-skinned and horned alien laying facedown in the middle of the little settlement. The clothes he's wearing are far too big for his food-deprived skinny body but despite what it looks like, he is breathing and is alive.

Don't mind him, he's just gonna be here for a while. If you trip, well, that's your problem. Suck it up.

Comments

[polariity]

Doesn't know how to- He makes a face, one that seems to say 'fucking really'. There's another bat of the stick. He'll try and break that thing if this keeps up, kid, don't think he won't.

[blackblooded]

That would just give Crona twice the amount of sticks. For now, Crona just taps the troll on the center of the forehead.

"Can you try to talk? If you talk, I can try to help you. If you can't talk, I don't know what to do."

[polariity]

Can you try to- Really. His eyes rise incredulously before he just makes the sort of motion that usually goes with an eyeroll. You want noise? Fine. He'll make noise.

By which he means snapping down on Crona's stick and hissing a lot.

[blackblooded]

"That's just hissing. I don't know how to deal with hissing." Crona wiggles the stick. It's a good stick, useful for interacting with people and trolls.

[polariity]

It's a good stick that is now no longer Crona's. With his head having been the one thing not completely absorbed by shitting biowiring, his jaws are slightly less shitty than the rest of him, and he doesn't plan on letting go. Or stop hissing.

[blackblooded]

While the troll's teeth are occupied with the stick, Crona reaches out and pats the troll on the head.

"It's going to be okay."

[polariity]

...Wait, what, he skipped an episode, what happened.

The surprise pat actually startles the poor troll, and his jaws go slack a bit, leaving the stick free to be taken back. He really doesn't seem to know what to do with a surprise headpat.

[blackblooded]

The pat is way more effective than the stick, apparently. So Crona keeps patting. There. Now maybe the troll will feel better.

"I-it's going to be okay."

[polariity]

This is really confusing, and the troll doesn't seem to know what to make of it. But yes, it certainly is more effective than the stick and he finally gives a tentative nod. He... guesses things will be okay? Finally, with the glow of psionics moving him, he pushes himself up from the grass until he's in a slouched sitting position.

[blackblooded]

"Th-there." Crona smiles, feeling rather proud. This is progress. Progress, and Crona was part of it. "You're up now. See?"

[polariity]

Well. Alright then. Indeed he's up. He gives a small nod, still a bit confused at what's going on here, before the psi starts to form another symbol. Just a question mark. So now what?