Day 270 ♊Fuck off, assholes, can't you see I'm flowerpicking

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Who: The Helmsman and Disciple
Open: Closed
When: 270
Where: from the Tower to the Skyway
What: The Helmsman is on now on a mission, and he's dragging his favorite cat along
Format: Prose
Warnings: Psii's mangled quirk and language

As was becoming slowly custom, Psii had gone off on his own to lay in grass and wander around a bit. Unlike other times, however, he's actually done something called "social interaction" and, well, that's just about changed everything for the plan today.

It's best demonstrated when he returns to the hive, glancing inside only long enough to make sure that Disciple is both there and awake.

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And with that, he starts to float right back out of the apartment.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"I can't control my dreams--streamers?"

She thought about the places she'd been so far. Hmn. Unless they pasted leaves together, streamers would be hard. Maybe they could make garlands.

"Maybe ropes of flowers? Like flower crowns but longer? Though I don't know what else we would use for decoration."

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Finally, all the stairs are over and done with, and the doors are pushed open until they're standing underneath the sun. That'd usually be another sign of a hallucination, but he's unfortunately too smart. There's been too much time spent out in space for him to believe every sun will be like Alternia's sun. Instead, he just sends it a suspicious glare before looking back to the direction of the Skyway.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Can you make them with your psionics or am I going to have cramped hands by the end of this" She says teasingly, blinking her eyes to adjust them to the sun. At least it wasn't blindingly bright.

"...Really? You think you can beat me there?"

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When he grins, the scars across his face stretch oddly but he doesn't seem to notice much even if it doesn't make him the prettiest princess at the ball.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

It's an odd look on him, the way it stretches, but she doesn't mind. Him smiling is still an odd enough occurrence that she's just thrilled to see he's doing it. That and she's stuck on him claiming he's faster.

"Well, we'll just have to see won't we?"

And because she's actually fairly sure he could do laps around her with psionics, she cheats, running ahead before they can do a count.

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Gasp. A cheater, huh? For shame. What sort of impressions will they make upon the local alien population with all this cheating going on? Terrible ones, probably. They can't have that.

Which is why he reigns himself in to be fair...

Even if that includes suddenly bursting past in a flurry of red and blue. It actually does feel nice to not be restrained.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Disciple is a fast runner when she puts her mind to it. She still has nothing on the troll pinball that is Psiioniic. She scowls as he rolls shoots past her but she's a little too busy breathing as she runs to call him anything in particular.

He might have heard a frustrated whine as he bursts ahead though, like a cat. Or an ambulance.

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His bloodpump bleeds for her and her frustrated cat noises. It really does. That would certainly explain the smirk on his face when he finally comes to a stop at the Skyway to wait for her.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Disciple gives him a dirty look from afar and when she finally reaches him, she smacks his shoulder. It's not a hard smack by any means. In a foot race, she'd beat him anytime but not when he flies.

"Stupid cheating psionic."

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Despite the snark in the floating words, he still seems to hover closer to her, arm pressing against hers, like he's not sure how serious he should take it. It's still hard to be confident when ever other hallucination with her hasn't always been for the better.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She presses her shoulder against him, the subtle reassurance implicit in her touch. He's always been ridiculous and she knows it and she's sure he knows that she does.

"Well the rules were clearly implied."

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A touch he can reciprocate, a touch he wants to reciprocate... And he knows, he knows it has to be all in his head (what is he going to do if it isn't?) but still. It's nice. He presses his face down against her shoulder, eyes going half-lidded.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She leans against him for a long moment, avoiding his horns after one pokes her own. As long as he needs reassurance, she's happy to provide.

"Hey I didn't realize I was also the search party as well as the backup. Um, look for bushes and splashes of color. If you see all reds and pinks and blue trunks then we've gone way too far and ended up where I came in."

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The only thing he really remembers is that initial journey away from the scrapheap that was once a part of their glorious Empress' ship. He thinks there were flowers along the way, certainly, but there was no telling what would keep from killing people at a party. He finally detaches from her side, glancing around disinterestedly.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Disciple steps forward and wanders out into the abyss. She still gets nervous, even with the path beneath her feet, but it's actually a bit more reassuring to have Psii here with her. At least he'd catch her if she tipped off or something ridiculous.

"I wasn't exactly looking for flowers but I suppose it's all the same skills. Hunting moving things is harder after all."

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That's the obvious way to find flowers, after all, isn't it? He floats over to a rather dull bush, poking at it with psionics and a dubious frown.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Smells? I suppose. My nose isn't as good as my hearing," she said, glancing at him with his poking and rolling her eyes, "Oh leave the bush alone. It can't help it's not flowering."

She's walking pretty fast though, do keep up.

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Still, he speeds up until he's practically clinging to her side again. The whole land is foreign and alien, but what else is new? He prods curiously at each plant they pass, flowering or not.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"...Do you remember how much we teased him for that? Do you really want that comparison on your record?"

She laces her fingers through his and points out a a bit of land far ahead with little bunches of pretty yellow flowers scattered over the surface and along the edges.

"There we go, purrfect."

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That makes a world of difference, clearly.

As she points out the flowers, he tries to float ahead with her still attached. Yellow... Hopefully that's a good sign, and not a poisonous one.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"I'm pretty sure if you could, you would."

She lets go if he starts to pull ahead and when they've reached the first bunch of them, she kneels to give them a closer look. They seem alright. She snaps a stem and lifts it to her nose for a sniff. Caution is for suckers.

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Caution is also for computers, apparently, because at that sort of recklessness, he ignores his own tasks and immediately floats over to her in worry. Do you know how many ways plants can kill you? He does. He is intimately familiar with all the ways plants can kill you, from Alternia and beyond.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

It smells...like a flower. She pulls it away to inspect it and shrugs when she notices Psiioniic has floated over. She blinks and offers it to him.

"It's pretty, isn't it? Smells nice. If you like strong flowers at least."

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Yes, that's a thing he's very concerned about even as he levitates the flower out from between her fingers. That would be just like one of his hallucinations, to make something as obnoxious as 'death by flower' happen.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She raises an eyebrow. Was he really--sure he was, he was ridiculous sometimes.

"Really? Flower death? Do you really think I'm going to die from a flower?" She reaches over and pets the petals, "Who's died from smelling a flower? Eating them, sure, but smelling?"