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Day 270 ♊Fuck off, assholes, can't you see I'm flowerpicking
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.
g3t 1n th3 f0ur wh33l3d tr4n2p0rt4t10n v3h1cl3 l023r w3'r3 901n9 fl0w3r p1ck1n9
And with that, he starts to float right back out of the apartment.
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.
g3t 1n th3 f0ur wh33l3d tr4n2p0rt4t10n v3h1cl3 l023r w3'r3 901n9 fl0w3r p1ck1n9
And with that, he starts to float right back out of the apartment.
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She's suddenly suspicious of his shit eating grin. What exactly is he doing? Her eyes narrow and watch for any flicks of psionics in the air.
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th3n g3t t0 w0rk. y0u w3r3 th3 0n3 wh0 2t4rt3e putt1n9 fl0w3r2 1n my h41r
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"If you hadn't ran away we could have gotten flowers already."
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y0u w0uldnt h4v3 2t0pp3d 4t ju2t 4 c0upl3
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"I might have. You don't know my choices."
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But let's see... Two sounds like a good number to go for next. He tries to snag in another pair of yellow into her hair, tongue poking out from between his teeth.
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"Hey! What about you!" She tries to duck them but she has little hope of avoiding them.
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wh4t 460ut m3
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With hands on her hips, she looks like a weird forest fairy. Sans wings. And the rest of the fairy things. Really she just looks like a troll covered in flowers.
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So fair's fair, as far as he's concerned. He still looks very pleased with himself regardless, and continues to load up flowers into her hair. She has a lot of it, after all. This is a good way to carry them all.
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"...This is not how I saw this outing going."
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w3 n33d t0 c4rry th3m b4ck 20m3h0w
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"This is ridiculous. You could carry everything with psionics."
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What a little shit. Yet he just keeps putting flowers into her hair, amused at how she's looking like a walking bush. Eventually, the words reformat into something else and the smirk on his face shifts into an expression awkwardly softer.
1f 3v34yth1n9 w3nt 64ck t0 n0rm4l r19ht n0w th4td 63 0k4y
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"Normal?"
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Maybe this is the kind of hallucination that will last him for a while. A few more centuries, maybe, of him being able to remember dreams filled with flowers and familiar hands in his hair.
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"If this isn't reality, I don't know what is. I'm real. Don't call me a hallucination please. If I'm impossible, so are you."
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th4t w0uld 1mply 4 h4ppy 3nd1n9 f0r m3 d11
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"Don't I deserve one? One with you?"
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She's dead now, like everyone else. He's old and ruined and broken, not the person who could have maybe made her happy once upon a time. It just won't work. That doesn't mean he looks happy about it.
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She kisses him softly and leans her forehead against his. He's always been like this, she knows. A happy ending was never something he thought he deserved, even back then.
"Why can't you accept this is real? It's been a while since you came here. You got to sleep in a pile, eat real food, use your psionics properly..."
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1m 2c4r3d
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She pulls a flower out of her hair and tucks it in his.
"Do you want it to be fake?"
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Because that's all he had to be, staring down visions of the future because they never left him alone, knowing they'd all die and he'd be alone, having to deal with his own goddamn brain- Another shake, more violent than before.
1 ju2t w4nt t0 p1ck fl0w3r2
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Disciple leans in to kiss him again, papping his cheek with her free hand. He can't just stay in his own head, facing all his fears and visions all alone.
"...We can pick flowers in a second. I just want to ask...do you still have visions?"
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